Post by Lien Rui ♫ on Jun 18, 2009 17:02:21 GMT -5
Lien Rui
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[/right][/color] Lien Rui (Lee-en Roo-ee)
`OOC Account - admin (Pai)
`Alias -
`Gender -[/color] Male
`Date of Birth - [/color]
May 22nd (Gemini)
`Maturity - [/color] 17 years of age
`Ancestry - [/color] Human
`Weapon Distinction - [/color] Violin
`Offensive Classification - [/color] T-Type: tech based around sound. Includes harsh sound that stuns enemies by striking them in their sense of hearing and balance. Uses sound waves to damage the mind confuse, not necessarily cause physical damage to.
`Demeanor - [/color]
One of Lien’s major distinctive qualities is that he does not look anything like a 17-year-old young man. He isn’t very tall, standing at only five feet two inches and yet being skinny as a twig. Although he is short, his body is very thin and long—he has lengthy, tiny arms that are very thinly lined with thick muscle. The muscles are more distinct on the bicep, although the triceps is more powerful. His right arm is much stronger than his left, which is disabled in a way that he has very, VERY limited movement to it. It pains him to move it too much, and thus it isn’t very strong. His hands, though, are quite large, with long, bony fingers that are incredibly strong on the left side and can move at very fast speeds. As for his legs, Lien’s are long, skinny, and weak. He was fairly sickly as a child, and was usually bed-ridden, thus he couldn’t run around like a normal boy. He can’t stand for long periods of time, and usually needs to sit down and rest after about ten to fifteen minutes. He doesn’t run very fast, either, and can only sprint for about twenty seconds. Uncharacteristically, his feet are of average size for a boy his height, everything about them pretty normal.
Lien’s face is very round and feminine, with a small mouth and round nose with small ears placed very far back on his head. He is the type of person who is always smiling—and his eyes almost always appear as if they are closed (even when he’s not smiling). It is thought that either his eyes are sensitive to light, or are very thin, it is unknown. But he always looks as if he is enjoying himself. It is very rare that he will actually show his eyes, but they are a very deep shade of pure green. As for his hair, it is light, dust-colored, and long (for a male). If left down, it would stretch to about his shoulders, with a few strands of bangs in the front. Although, he almost always has it pulled tightly back into a high poof of a Ponytail, though a short strand in the front always hangs down, as well as a lock on the side that simply won’t stay in his ponytail. As a solution, Lien bundles it in an old strip from his vest to keep it out of the way. The tips of many of his hairs fade into a pure black color—at the tips, not the roots.
The young Violinist dresses himself very casually, and fairly sloppily if anything. His common apparel consists of an old white dress shirt, tattered, re-sewn, patched, and soiled for the most part. It is made of thin, white polyester that hasn’t been ironed in years, and he usually wears it with the sleeves rolled up a little past his elbow. It has a regular, flattened collar at the top, and buttons down until about 5 or 6 inches from the bottom, the clear white buttons have fallen off, and it is just left open. Over this shirt is a very pale blue vest he’d received from his father that had originally been a blue blazer, but it had gotten ruined and Lien had simply torn the sleeves off. It goes down in a v-neck and buttons together at about the center of his chest, going down a little past his waist before cutting open. It’s too long for him, but is also very form-fitting from altering when he’d first received it. Around his wrists, he wears two brown leather bracelets studded with brass circles, which matches the belt that shows half way from under his vest. As for pants, Lien usually wears a pair of old gray dress pants that have been patched and had not seen an iron for quite some time. A little below his knees, they tuck into high, tight brown leather boots studded with brass along the side. He keeps slung across his back his violin case, and across his waist is a small pack for items such as food, maps, etc..
Finally, Lien’s prized violin. For the most part, it looks like any other violin—the usual milky rosewood color, with the swirled cuts in the sides, and the swooping lines that silhouette is. The short neck with the tuning knobs sticking out from either side in a twisting motion, and the four long strings tightly stretched across its surface. The bow is made of thin, knotless wood stretching the usual length, with the cream-colored horsehair bound to it via the small metal tips on both sides. Though usually unused, its case is of hard black plastic covered by brown leather, bound together by the usually gold studs, the snap on the front being of brass as well. The inside is of common foam that instruments are kept in, where he stores in the secret pockets all kinds of rosin, spare strings, and old, folded up sheet music.
When seen, Lien is almost always carrying his violin, whether it be by his side, or at his throat, drawing the bow across the strings in a melody. He usually has a broad smile stretched across his round face as he plays, and in battle he is still holding that expression.
`Character - [/color]
Lien’s main quality, is that he always seems to be in a good, bright mood. Always. Pretty much always smiling, Lien can bring a good mood to almost anyone or anything around him. The way he does this is through the sound of his violin. It is very rare to see him not holding or playing his violin except when he eats or sleeps—even when he’s traveling or walking by himself or through a town, he will be playing some sort of lively melody. Possibly even to cheer himself up. The most important thing to him in the world is to see people smiling at the sound of his music. His violin is his most treasured object, and he barely ever lets go of it for a second. Only something like the death of a comrade, or a piercing worry about something will cause him to frown (and yet, his eyes still don’t open).
What makes him a little odd, though, is that even in bad times of danger or fear, Lien will still be smiling—and probably playing. When in battle, he enjoys messing with the heads of his enemies through the playing of special melodies. In addition to that, he RARELY ever speaks. Lien communicates mainly through gestures—ask him a question, and he’ll probably shrug humorously and then play something for you. He communicates his mood that way, as well—although it’s an apocalyptic day when he plays a sad melody. On the inside, he could be at an emotional struggle, but he will still play something fun or enlightening.
The boy also has a very fun, humorous side to him. He likes it when people enjoy themselves, and will be a trickster as he plays something to help enhance the show. He’s particularly fond about playing things for woman—mainly young woman, but that’s just natural for a man his age. Of course, he’ll play for men, too—anyone he thinks might appreciate the sound.
`Past - [/color]
Lien was born in Flanoir, in a small house behind the Doctors’. He was born early in the morning, to his mother, Selena; and his father, Robert. His father had also been a violinist, although he’d only been known throughout Flanoir. When Lien had been born, his father had had to rush from a performance to his wife’s side, where he played her a private concerto to help her through the delivery. Although, the nurse was panicking the whole time, because she’d had to do the entire thing herself due to the doctor never having arrived to assist her.
Due to that, Selena had died shortly after Lien had been born. And thus, the violinist had to raise a son himself. He was heartbroken at the death of his wife, but had tried to banish the memory of her to keep the pain away, and he focused the first five years of his son’s life to raise him. Lien had a stunning resemblance to his mother, and not so much his black-haired, thick-armed, long faced father. He didn’t want to do anything about it, either—that way his mother would never be forgotten because of his resemblance to her.
At the age of two, Lien’s father bought him two violins—a small violin for when he was young, and a full violin for when he was a man. Lien learned fast, and would watch his father with huge green eyes, copying every single flick of the wrist or the fingers that his father did. He then learned their association to notes, and started learning things on his own. He was an excellent violinist—he wasn’t as good as the best, but he was pretty good.
Although, when he was seven years old, he fell incredibly ill. He was bed-ridden for more than a few years—apparently he had an illness that the doctors had never been exposed to before, and had only read about in books. Because of this, they’d had to simply treat him with things to suppress the sickness instead of cure it. Robert stayed by his side at every moment he possibly could, where he kept his son occupied by teaching him more and more on his violin. Lien would play for days on end, trying to perfect every note that he played, get songs right with perfect timing. For, he really didn’t have anything better to do.
At one point, when he was about to turn ten years old, the illness had skyrocketed, and the doctors were almost sure he was going to die. He ran an incredibly high fever, and would cough up blood constantly. His organs were starting to fail him, and his left arm stopped responding completely. He was in massive trauma, and fought for life. His father would grieve at his side all the time when he was asleep—Lien could see the grief in his eyes even though he tried to tell him that everything was going to be all right. The one phrase, though, that Lien used to keep himself fighting against the sickness, though, was: “Everything must get worse before it gets better.” He told himself that this was the worst of it, and after this it would go away, and he would be perfectly healthy, just like he used to be. His father would look so sad—he knew that if he died, he would be without the two most important people in his life, and would live an unhappy life. When he got enough strength, Lien would pick up his violin, and try to play something for his father to make him feel better.
A few months later, Lien managed to recover from the worst of his illness, and his health began to improve. He was able to play the violin all the time again, and he continued to try and make his father happy.
When he was 14, Lien had been stricken with even worse trauma. Because of Robert’s fairly successful career as a musician, they had had a good amount of money. Not the most in all of Flanoir, but still a lot. And because it was just him—the arm-strong violinist and the sick little kid, it was only obvious that one day someone would try to use that to their advantage and get their money.
This was done by a woman by the name of Shimei. She was tall and thin and bony, and had pale skin and long black hair. In his time of need, Shimei would always assist Robert—they’d met after one of his shows when Lien had been completely bed-ridden. She’d kept him in control of himself, and become one of his good friends. Although, the entire thing was fake friendship. A few days after Robert had written his will (he was starting to get old, you see), Shimei had been invited over for dinner, and she’d brought alchohol to “celebrate Lien’s recovery” (she’d never really liked Lien, either).
She’s done it by first getting Robert completely drunk, and having Lien go off to his room. Having never liked her in the first place and feeling fairly suspicious of her actions with the alcohol and everything, he peeked in from the doorframe. Although he slightly regrets that action, he is also appreciative of it.
What the 14-year-old saw was manslaughter—a perfect murder for no true reason except for greed. He saw her skin his father alive when he was drunk and didn’t know what was going on, and saw him die faster than he could blink.
Lien reported it directly to the officials the next day, but was all blubbery with trauma that he could barely get the words out. Shimei was given a death sentence, and his father’s funeral was held the next day. That was the first time Lien played a sad melody, and his expression was a melancholy serious that only someone who’d watched a loved one be killed could relate to. After that event, he stopped talking.
With no more family and not enough money to keep the house up, he sold it, caught a ship to Sybak with his violin, and on the way there, he thought about life. People were always experiencing bad things, and always sad or disappointed or worried about something. He was reminded about how he used to cheer up his father by playing the violin, and smiling. Lien thought that if he smiled and played his violin for everyone he met, that they would all be happy, and that the world would be with less sadness. From then on, he tried to smile as much as he could, so that other people might also share one. He learned hundreds of happy melodies, so that he would never have to play the same song for someone twice.
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Likes:
- The Violin
- Humor
- People smiling
- Maple Syrup
Dislikes:
- Citrus fruits
- Depression
- Sickness
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