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A renowned warrior and prodigy, Suntetsu is a familiar sight to members of his clan. Poised, mature, and open- though not without a mischievous streak-, he freely involves himself in the needs and affairs of his clanmates, offering his sincerity and inviting their reliance as a dependable, brotherly presence to lean on and look to for guidance and companionship alike.
His warm and sincere disposition is as serious and intense as circumstance demands, seamlessly assuming the role of keen but firm protector. This brotherly demeanor shifts ever so slightly in the present company as a means of putting others at ease, drawing upon a deeply-seated empathy both innate and carefully honed. His is driven by the desire to reach out to others and understand them in the way they wish to be understood, the utmost respect he can ever pay to another being.
A paragon of sincere strength and stability, though not without the faults born from the same source; giving, forgiving, and self-reflective, he knows himself and his inner strength- but also struggles with guilt and the extent of his accountability to others. To him, there is nothing more important than his bonds; they are his greatest vulnerability, though for them there is to draw from an endless wellspring of will, resourcefulness, and determination.
His convictions are fiercely deep-seated and drive him to bear all mantles without reserve. How can he not, with wings which seek to foster a selflessly ideal future and willingly stretch wider the greater the weight they bear?
Currently, he travels the wider crow society as Ambassador on behalf of his clan, the newly re-emerged Akaneiro.
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EMEICI SAYS
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"My brother?" Her eyes light in fond amusement. "For all his selfless and considerate nature, he occasionally needs to be set straight before he forgets himself." She smiles impishly. "Don't be fooled, he overthinks quite readily-- and is quite adorable if you manage to tease him."
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SISTER. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ Emeici, adored by the clan and above all by Suntetsu. She's his younger sister, and knows him perhaps better than anyone else. Their teasing, close, and affectionate sibling bond is something Suntetsu couldn't imagine his life without. He keeps nothing from her, except his deepest troubles.
TESSEN SAYS
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"Suntetsu. There's no one I know who hasn't been brothered by him at some point." A hint of amusement. "Sometimes, his friendly demeanor puts people off their guard and they forget this force of nature they're contending with."
"In a past life, he must have changed history."
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FRIEND. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ The capable, level-headed leader of their clan and the one Suntetsu stands by. He's observed him for some time, beginning with his courting of his sister, and could find nothing save for a humble, intensely committed and sincere young man. He's his closest friend and he has nothing but fondness for him, and his occasional bemusing quirk.
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KATAR SAYS
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"You're curious about Suntetsu?" A soft laugh, tilting his head with a smile. "He is well loved." One of his hands seems to be occupied turning over a length of silk ribbon, possibly leftover from a recent gift of some kind if one were to assume. "If you find him while he is in Akaneiro, you will see what I mean. There isn't another quite like him."
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STRANGER. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ Suntetsu returned from his travels late one evening, stumbling across a stranger in the night- one that clearly is not kin. Yet his dance draws him in from afar, so very different from what he knows, and yet the sentiment beneath it all so very familiar. Grace silvered in moonlight, free from complexity; right there in the moment.
ACQUAINTANCE. ✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ He learns his name the next day; Katar, Heir to the East, Ambassador and Prince of Zhengyu. His demure and charismatic demeanor is personable enough, but Suntetsu can't help but feel further from him than to the genuinely free stranger he glimpsed from afar.
FRIEND. ✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ Katar expresses himself little, though Suntetsu is happy to invite him for tea whenever he visits. In the spare moments between business, conversing, seeing the sights his home and abroad has to offer, and spending time in his company- Suntetsu finds that despite the arms-length distance, he gives him much to turn over in his mind.
FRIEND. ✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧✧ Sometime along the way, it seems the Sapphire Prince has gained quite the penchant for elaborate harassment schemes. Suntetsu finds that something awry often has Katar's name signed with a mischievous, neigh-invisible flourish, though Suntetsu himself sees it not with irritation but as a fresh and engaging challenge.
FRIEND. ✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧✧ Injured, with the decisions of his past come back to threaten what he loves, Suntetsu still brings himself to entertain Katar at the Akaneiro nightmarket. His injuries and avoidance do not go unnoticed however, and through much "coaxing", the prince presses the truth from him and becomes inextricably involved.
The days that follow... He's almost taken aback by the degree to which Katar has chosen to involve himself. For his conviction, Suntetsu is grateful from the depths of his heart. Katar may be a stubborn menace, but by his presence and all the things about him, he's made himself an irreplaceable part of his life.
And sometime along the way- and to his dismay- Suntetsu fell in love with him.
LOVER. ✦✦✦✦✦✧✧✧✧ The Sapphire Prince is confusing, charming, and above all, bad for his heart. Suntetsu didn't expect anything to come of his confession to Katar, much less a courting dance. He can't shake that he's only humoring him, however, and this sentiment hangs over him like a raincloud.
LOVER. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧✧ Does he truly know anything of Katar? Can he call the devotion he feels for him genuine? These questions shake him to the core. He never anticipated falling in love like this, and never in several lifetimes with him; there are many things Suntetsu is uncertain about, that he's unsure of and sways him from where he knows he stands.
But he smiled at him. A simple, mirthful smile, pure and too brilliant for his weak heart.
It could all still fall away at any time, but suddenly he finds that that is of little consequence- there is nothing he wants beyond seeing him smile like that again.
LOVER. ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✦✧ Katar kisses him in Haesbich Sal-in and the thoughts are emptied from Suntetsu's mind like dust to the wind from a window. The Sapphire Prince excuses himself promptly after, though Suntetsu comes to find his odd reservation to be over nothing that Katar doesn't have already.
When he asks for the sleek band about his neck to be removed, he does as he asks, before pressing the undone clasp to his fingers with a fond, deeply trusting smile.
He said he wanted to be his.
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ARAHAEL SAYS
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"Have you been doing well, Ying-ge?"
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ENEMY. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ A demon from Suntetsu's past, created by him, and weighed upon his conscience ever since. His reappearance is a mirror upon his deepest troubles, and Arahael will allow nobody to exorcise him save Suntetsu himself.
Your soul was a brilliant phoenix
Buried beneath the feathers of a crow
And I knew when I first met you that
You could be more than you know
Your soul was a brilliant phoenix
But I knew that you had much to grow
That you needed careful guidance and a steady hand
To reach your true potential
You were young and with determination
You burned like silver Sirius in the night
And I wanted nothing other
Than to encourage that spark of light
And so I told you about our legends
About the warrior I see in your eyes
In hopes you would choose the path of honor
So your true worth could be realized
I left you to pursue your legends
And turned to the matters of our clan
Seeking not the mantle, but the one
Who could spread peace throughout our land
And I was honoured to be deemed worthy
But I knew our clan’s guide could not be me
The bonds I would have to sacrifice
Would not afford the authority
But naive I was, I lost track
Of you as your obsession grew
Your mind was lost in the haze of glory
And you thought leadership belonged to you
What did you see in the archives that warped you?
What happened to the tales you told me so?
How could you change so suddenly, I can hardly
Believe you are the child I used to know?
In vain I sought to curb your fanaticism
But you turned from me to pursue the past
And it was too late for me to save you, as
Your obsession tore you from my grasp
And in the toxic smoke I found you
Seething with twisted wishes burning dark
And I realized the ghostly cries
Had bred tainted thoughts deep in your heart
You were too blinded by your fantasies
Your drive to kill, I came to comprehend
With heavy heart, I knew driving you out
Was a task that belonged to my hands
Once, I hesitated to oppose you
Now I know the fire stole your mind away
But before all is ash I will take a stand-
Our home, you will not raze.
by MythicalViper
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» nicknamed "英" (yīng) when younger, a wordplay on both 'valiant' and 'petal'
» proficient in a number of weapons, though prefers the lance; his is an akaneiro heirloom, named "英明" (yīng míng), or "flowering witness"
» the floral art all along his body is traditionally applied to each akaneiro who has historically been entrusted with wielding 英明, a weapon supernaturally heavy and difficult to use. the pattern of peonies mirrors the intricate inlay in the lance's blade.
» initially selected as the heir and next leader of Akaneiro; he turned down the position by choice
» grew up in the wei'an sect of gentian, under the mentorship of the grandmaster. Juque is as a mother to him.
» plays the guqin, occasionally in ensemble with Tessen and Emeici
» the door to his personal quarters are always left open whenever he is present inside; clan members are welcome to come in and have tea with him in a casual setting
» alternately found visiting elders to spend time in their company and joining in on the games of younger children.
Katar is awake, the coolness of the night pulls him away from a wayward dream; something of the past. It beckoned at his door and had let itself slip in between his comforts, reminding him of something unnecessary and unpleasant. Still wearing the veil of a deep slumber, he believes himself alone, and for a moment his heart is heavier for it. As he shifts his body, he suddenly feels a warmth that is not his, and with it, a soothing scent. The confusion of something unexpected breaks the immersion over him and the memories leading to the present flood back. His eyes soften as he reaches out, gently resting his hand against Suntetsu's back. That's right. Should he wake from the touch, Katar will bundle the drowsing figure affectionately close from behind. Stay with him.
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