Jade Emperor
Session One:
The Puppet Master
Yashamon stood in the open Black Forests of the Germanic lands of Netherealm. Woven into a hard source of wood, similiar hardness of a japanese bokken sword used in the martial arts kendo. He was originally a spirit, from hell. A demon spirit who took the form of a wooden man. He has lived for centuries, came about during 340 BC, born into the barbaric germanic forests. He was a runaway, escaped from the pits of hell, escaped from the hellish, unimaginable evils that even the most satanic humans couldn't comprehend. Since he was a demon man, he had connections with the underworld. He knew when and where a possesion would take place, utter misery, and other mishaps. He contained more prowess than human mortal, having limited but vast amounts of power. He was immortal for one thing, but could jump higher altitudes, run faster, be stronger than the most barbaric man alive.
He still had limits. Sensitive to the opposite religion in ways that could blind and torture him for the rest of his life. He covered his demon nova-blue skin with strong oak wood. And made a a unique tiki isle-like mask to cover his demonic face features. He couldn't cover his two horns that layed atop his forehead. Cutting them wasn't ideal for a demon man, in a fasion sense of way. He still had his flamboyant red-flare long spikey hair waver behind him covering his long elvish like ears. He was a swordsman, always carrying two extremely hard wooden swords. His arms were covered in large glove-like wooden paddings that were tightened together by a strong red wire. His chest was covered in green wires that covered his whole chest diagonally. It lead to his long legs covered in shady grey baggy pants that bagged against his black boots.
Yashamon was given his name. A "demon monster," that plagued the Black Forests, his tree covered home. He would scare off visitors and haunt those that lived there. He glided through the canopy with liquid-density that was more graceful than a large cat. He lived like this for centuries, but now it was time to discover the world around him. He noticed the advances in human technology when he saw a chrome automobile driving through his forest. He quickly disposed of the large vehicle, mocking its superority and technological advances while scaring off the human mortals that layed within it. A helicopter passed by his area. He was amazed that humans had already gained flight. He jumped into the air and destroyed the flying machine, while carrying the humans safely to the ground. Where he took their clothes and sended them off back into the world embarrasingly naked. Laughing and laughing. He watched wars from his safe forests. He watched humans being blown to chunks of blood and guts. He watched bombs and bullets being shot at small villages. He watched massacres, and camps for people to die.
He laughed at all this, scouring and whispering the word "sinner" within every breathe of laughter. He enjoyed the violence among humans. It was amusing since he didn't have nothing to do but hunt wolfs and and build a network of canopy houses among the forest. Which made him decide after all these years to stop hiding and take a step into the world.
Yashamon walked slowly up to the rocky road. Filled with pebbels and small limestones. The road stretched in his home forest and down the plain which lead to a city. He stepped on the road and continued to walk on the blazing hot summer day. "Now for some pleasureable pranks.." Yashamon said in low accented voice.
2011X
The Coming of Puppet Monster
Session One:
The Puppet Master
Yashamon stood in the open Black Forests of the Germanic lands of Netherealm. Woven into a hard source of wood, similiar hardness of a japanese bokken sword used in the martial arts kendo. He was originally a spirit, from hell. A demon spirit who took the form of a wooden man. He has lived for centuries, came about during 340 BC, born into the barbaric germanic forests. He was a runaway, escaped from the pits of hell, escaped from the hellish, unimaginable evils that even the most satanic humans couldn't comprehend. Since he was a demon man, he had connections with the underworld. He knew when and where a possesion would take place, utter misery, and other mishaps. He contained more prowess than human mortal, having limited but vast amounts of power. He was immortal for one thing, but could jump higher altitudes, run faster, be stronger than the most barbaric man alive.
He still had limits. Sensitive to the opposite religion in ways that could blind and torture him for the rest of his life. He covered his demon nova-blue skin with strong oak wood. And made a a unique tiki isle-like mask to cover his demonic face features. He couldn't cover his two horns that layed atop his forehead. Cutting them wasn't ideal for a demon man, in a fasion sense of way. He still had his flamboyant red-flare long spikey hair waver behind him covering his long elvish like ears. He was a swordsman, always carrying two extremely hard wooden swords. His arms were covered in large glove-like wooden paddings that were tightened together by a strong red wire. His chest was covered in green wires that covered his whole chest diagonally. It lead to his long legs covered in shady grey baggy pants that bagged against his black boots.
Yashamon was given his name. A "demon monster," that plagued the Black Forests, his tree covered home. He would scare off visitors and haunt those that lived there. He glided through the canopy with liquid-density that was more graceful than a large cat. He lived like this for centuries, but now it was time to discover the world around him. He noticed the advances in human technology when he saw a chrome automobile driving through his forest. He quickly disposed of the large vehicle, mocking its superority and technological advances while scaring off the human mortals that layed within it. A helicopter passed by his area. He was amazed that humans had already gained flight. He jumped into the air and destroyed the flying machine, while carrying the humans safely to the ground. Where he took their clothes and sended them off back into the world embarrasingly naked. Laughing and laughing. He watched wars from his safe forests. He watched humans being blown to chunks of blood and guts. He watched bombs and bullets being shot at small villages. He watched massacres, and camps for people to die.
He laughed at all this, scouring and whispering the word "sinner" within every breathe of laughter. He enjoyed the violence among humans. It was amusing since he didn't have nothing to do but hunt wolfs and and build a network of canopy houses among the forest. Which made him decide after all these years to stop hiding and take a step into the world.
Yashamon walked slowly up to the rocky road. Filled with pebbels and small limestones. The road stretched in his home forest and down the plain which lead to a city. He stepped on the road and continued to walk on the blazing hot summer day. "Now for some pleasureable pranks.." Yashamon said in low accented voice.
2011X
The Coming of Puppet Monster