Post by YUXING SONG on Jun 25, 2015 2:31:22 GMT -6
YUXING SONG
20 ♦ MALE ♦ BISEXUAL ♦ OX ♦ ASTROLOGER ♦ FINNÉ
PERSONALITY
POSITIVES. Gentle toward animals, including insects. Controls his emotions well. Lives for the sake of living. Easy-going. Has a good fashion sense, so people don't have to feel uncomfortable staring at him. Good (girly) looks too. Reliable, and independent. Can focus on a task at hand if it is rewarding (for himself). Studious, curious, loves to learn. Open-minded (kinda). Respectful enough for an arrogant elite. Is polite.
NEGATIVES. Detached from pretty much everything else that doesn't concern his own well-being. Doesn't like to be bothered, therefore doesn't like to clean up after others' mess - including his closest friends'. Very Lazy. Is on the verge of becoming an invertebrate during the day; can't sit up straight. Untidy. Kinda quiet, too, like Oxen are supposed to be like, which can be frustrating to deal with at times. A tiny tad bit over competitive, but is a professional procrastinator. Picky eater. Not-my-fault attitude; refuses to take the blame if anything goes wrong in his plans because he believes in his own ( sometimes lacking ) abilities. Annoyingly stubborn. Kind of discriminatory. Arrogant. An unintentional airhead who will unintentionally stir up troubles. A jerk to people he doesn't know well. That-one-mean-guy.
HISTORY
"It was dawn. The sun still hadn't climbed over the mountains, but the sky was already brightening, changing the clouds to pink cotton candy in the eastern horizon. Farmers, merchants, and little boys woke up, eager to start working to earn their shares for the day. The fishermen anchored their boats at the port, grateful for whatever fish they had caught in their nets. Every able female in the households cooked up breakfast on stoves crafted from wood, stones, and simple metals in their humble kitchens. The townsfolk were more than ready to follow life's cycle yet again; just like yesterday and the day before."
Caught up with his work as an astrologer of the Imperial Kingdom's massive observatory was Yu Xing of the Song family. He had stayed up all night, observing the stars in the vast sky, writing up his reports and findings on the floor. Various scrolls containing records of the stars' shifts, positions, and visible constellations - ancient and new - were laid and spread out for reference. He had been the only one on duty that night. Predicting the future was never as simple as it was perceived to be. The actual process was much more mechanical even though it retained its supernatural elements; which greatly amused Yu Xing and had him tied to this scholarly profession ever since the death of his beloved fiancée.
Recalling how frail and small and lovely she was, his mind wandered off to his man-made Heaven. The place he was sure that she had come to call home, where him and her were its only occupants. Imagining the two of them sitting by the pond, feeding the Koi; just like yesterday and the day before.
The sun's invading rays snapped him back into reality. Yu Xing wiped his dry tears off his cheeks - he had cried enough years ago because of fate's design. With his fostered talent to read constellations, he had known of 'fate,' though still refused to acknowledge it.
Because it pained him. And he figured it would pain her, too. Alas, regrets came late, and he now would question himself.
'Would she be happier if I were to tell her?'
He lifted his brush from a half-written scroll's surface and dipped it into the jet black ink bottle before fatigue took control over his eyelids. But the sun was high up, and he had promised to accompany his grandmother for brunch. It would be the usual luxurious Dim Sum, served in wonderfully woven steamer baskets and small plates. Char siu bao, Har gow, Siu mai; Lo mai gai, Chong fan, Wu tao gou. And they would have a great time chatting while occasionally sipping warm and aromatic Jasmine tea; just like yesterday and the day before.
As he was losing more and more consciousness, the brush he held in his hand came alive and glided through the surface of the writing scroll. Bold, messy lines rendered his latest report useless. Yu Xing immediately stood up from the panic, only to hit stacks of scrolls behind him and sent them all rolling off the desk. He turned and bent down to tidy them up, only to step on the scroll he was working on and dragged it along with his foot, sending the ink bottle sitting on top of it flying. The sound of the bottle reuniting sideways with the floor sent chills down his spine. The lobby of the observatory had just gotten its 89th ink stain.
And then he was silent. For half of his hard work was gone in the puddle of black, never to come back.
"How's work, Yu Xing?" his grandmother's voice dispelled the white noise in the dining room.
"It's alright, dear grandmother."
She stared at her tired grandson's soulless eyes. She knew of his loss, she knew of his sorrow. But it was unfortunate how a grandmother's duties weren't limited to caring for her grandson. She had her own son to worry about, her son and his wife. The family male who had to watch his surroundings and reputation all the time, even when he was sleeping; born to carry centuries worth of burden passed down from his ancestors. She had to give a hand, give a hand; to raise and prepare her grandson to carry that burden - a burden which wouldn't get any lighter.
"Yu Xing," she held her passion, she held her sorrow; from having to witness the second generation fruit of her affection rotting all by itself. For she must find him a wife. A wife whom society would greatly respect. A wife for a marriage void of heartfelt love and adoration - because her precious grandson's heart was already crippled. Or worse.
"Wear your best silk robe and wushamao."
And at that moment, she knew he knew. Same old, same old.
Just like yesterday; and the day before.
Tell me about your family.
"We are a family of astrologers, that we are. Of course you'd know what we do, sir. We read futures and fates based on stars patterns, like all the Song family members have been doing since ancient times. Quite befitting, don't you think? After all, Song is a name of a star in Tian Shi Yuan," the young man chuckled.
How do you view the society?
"Well... It's divided, and predetermined by birth. We're all members of the highly respectable caste, sir, there's no reason why we must view everything as equal. We're the elites, we're better than the rest. Education, etiquette, musicality - we have the best of the best. Surely you're not suggesting we should change the way we act just because 'equality' sounds like a paradise. Wait at leisure while the enemy labors; it is an advantage to choose the time and place for battle. We simply have chosen the good time and place to be born into."
So you like rules.
The young man softly laughed. "Not really, no. I just dislike disorders, sir. Frankly speaking, I do think the Unblessed and those cursed are some forms of societal disorders, and I don't fancy anomalies. That's all; no more, no less."
You're quite firm in your beliefs, young man.
"I've been told that so many times, sir."
I like that.
"Thank you," he bowed.
What else do you like besides your job?
"Hmm... I like to watch and wonder about the sky, sir. It's... a big place; the sky, I mean. Even though I do believe that we are higher in status; that we are better... The sky keeps reminding me that we are all equally small in fate's eyes," he spoke with a melancholic tinge in his voice. "Lately, I've been thinking that our existence is just like a pebble on the world's path. Just like yesterday; and the day before. It can ignore us because we don't mean anything to it. Then I start to wonder again. About why we exist and why we live if we aren't worth a glance."
Uhhh...
"Ah, I apologize for my rudeness," the young man bowed again after noticing how he had rambled on and on without permission. "I guess if we are the pebbles, then the plebeians can very well be the dust, no?" He threw in a gentle smile along with his every syllable. But deep inside, he wondered. If they were all actually the dust that existed just to be stepped on. To be crushed under Fate's soles. To be ignored, to have their pleas unheard for all eternity. Because no matter how many times he wished for joy...
He never received any.
Not today, not yesterday; and certainly not the day before.
- 宋雨星 -
~ Song Yu Xing ~
~ Song Yu Xing ~
Caught up with his work as an astrologer of the Imperial Kingdom's massive observatory was Yu Xing of the Song family. He had stayed up all night, observing the stars in the vast sky, writing up his reports and findings on the floor. Various scrolls containing records of the stars' shifts, positions, and visible constellations - ancient and new - were laid and spread out for reference. He had been the only one on duty that night. Predicting the future was never as simple as it was perceived to be. The actual process was much more mechanical even though it retained its supernatural elements; which greatly amused Yu Xing and had him tied to this scholarly profession ever since the death of his beloved fiancée.
Recalling how frail and small and lovely she was, his mind wandered off to his man-made Heaven. The place he was sure that she had come to call home, where him and her were its only occupants. Imagining the two of them sitting by the pond, feeding the Koi; just like yesterday and the day before.
The sun's invading rays snapped him back into reality. Yu Xing wiped his dry tears off his cheeks - he had cried enough years ago because of fate's design. With his fostered talent to read constellations, he had known of 'fate,' though still refused to acknowledge it.
Because it pained him. And he figured it would pain her, too. Alas, regrets came late, and he now would question himself.
'Would she be happier if I were to tell her?'
-遺憾-
~ Regrets ~
~ Regrets ~
He lifted his brush from a half-written scroll's surface and dipped it into the jet black ink bottle before fatigue took control over his eyelids. But the sun was high up, and he had promised to accompany his grandmother for brunch. It would be the usual luxurious Dim Sum, served in wonderfully woven steamer baskets and small plates. Char siu bao, Har gow, Siu mai; Lo mai gai, Chong fan, Wu tao gou. And they would have a great time chatting while occasionally sipping warm and aromatic Jasmine tea; just like yesterday and the day before.
As he was losing more and more consciousness, the brush he held in his hand came alive and glided through the surface of the writing scroll. Bold, messy lines rendered his latest report useless. Yu Xing immediately stood up from the panic, only to hit stacks of scrolls behind him and sent them all rolling off the desk. He turned and bent down to tidy them up, only to step on the scroll he was working on and dragged it along with his foot, sending the ink bottle sitting on top of it flying. The sound of the bottle reuniting sideways with the floor sent chills down his spine. The lobby of the observatory had just gotten its 89th ink stain.
And then he was silent. For half of his hard work was gone in the puddle of black, never to come back.
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"How's work, Yu Xing?" his grandmother's voice dispelled the white noise in the dining room.
"It's alright, dear grandmother."
She stared at her tired grandson's soulless eyes. She knew of his loss, she knew of his sorrow. But it was unfortunate how a grandmother's duties weren't limited to caring for her grandson. She had her own son to worry about, her son and his wife. The family male who had to watch his surroundings and reputation all the time, even when he was sleeping; born to carry centuries worth of burden passed down from his ancestors. She had to give a hand, give a hand; to raise and prepare her grandson to carry that burden - a burden which wouldn't get any lighter.
"Yu Xing," she held her passion, she held her sorrow; from having to witness the second generation fruit of her affection rotting all by itself. For she must find him a wife. A wife whom society would greatly respect. A wife for a marriage void of heartfelt love and adoration - because her precious grandson's heart was already crippled. Or worse.
"Wear your best silk robe and wushamao."
And at that moment, she knew he knew. Same old, same old.
Just like yesterday; and the day before.
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Tell me about your family.
"We are a family of astrologers, that we are. Of course you'd know what we do, sir. We read futures and fates based on stars patterns, like all the Song family members have been doing since ancient times. Quite befitting, don't you think? After all, Song is a name of a star in Tian Shi Yuan," the young man chuckled.
How do you view the society?
"Well... It's divided, and predetermined by birth. We're all members of the highly respectable caste, sir, there's no reason why we must view everything as equal. We're the elites, we're better than the rest. Education, etiquette, musicality - we have the best of the best. Surely you're not suggesting we should change the way we act just because 'equality' sounds like a paradise. Wait at leisure while the enemy labors; it is an advantage to choose the time and place for battle. We simply have chosen the good time and place to be born into."
So you like rules.
The young man softly laughed. "Not really, no. I just dislike disorders, sir. Frankly speaking, I do think the Unblessed and those cursed are some forms of societal disorders, and I don't fancy anomalies. That's all; no more, no less."
You're quite firm in your beliefs, young man.
"I've been told that so many times, sir."
I like that.
"Thank you," he bowed.
What else do you like besides your job?
"Hmm... I like to watch and wonder about the sky, sir. It's... a big place; the sky, I mean. Even though I do believe that we are higher in status; that we are better... The sky keeps reminding me that we are all equally small in fate's eyes," he spoke with a melancholic tinge in his voice. "Lately, I've been thinking that our existence is just like a pebble on the world's path. Just like yesterday; and the day before. It can ignore us because we don't mean anything to it. Then I start to wonder again. About why we exist and why we live if we aren't worth a glance."
Uhhh...
"Ah, I apologize for my rudeness," the young man bowed again after noticing how he had rambled on and on without permission. "I guess if we are the pebbles, then the plebeians can very well be the dust, no?" He threw in a gentle smile along with his every syllable. But deep inside, he wondered. If they were all actually the dust that existed just to be stepped on. To be crushed under Fate's soles. To be ignored, to have their pleas unheard for all eternity. Because no matter how many times he wished for joy...
He never received any.
Not today, not yesterday; and certainly not the day before.
- 住，為了生活 -
~ Live, in order to live ~
~ Live, in order to live ~
OTHER
PLAYER BACKGROUND. One day I was driving to school at night to attend a group project meeting when a UFO abruptly stopped above my car and abducted me along with it. The last thing I remembered before I woke up on their examination table was a flash of bright green light. Taking a good look around, I realized the devices they were using were so advanced, their technology must be beyond our modern civilization's interpretation and imagination. Then I guess they noticed I woke up, though they didn't display much reaction. Instead, they looked at one another and finally nodded before freeing me from their cool laser chains. They sent me home a few minutes later on a rainbow unicorn with eyes so blue like the deep, deep ocean; then got off at the nearest bakery to my school. I was really glad to be home and see recognizable structures along the driveway to the school gate, but when I looked at my phone it was 11.30 pm and I had gotten angry text messages from my group mates for missing the meeting. I sighed in despair, my fingers gliding on the smooth, cold faux glass surface of the smartphone, and accidentally tapped on a bookmarked link I had been keeping on my browser for years. It was Shambala. And Zel and Sam posted on the shoutbox.
PLAY BY. X/1999 - SHIRO KAMUI - YUXING SONG
PLAY BY. X/1999 - SHIRO KAMUI - YUXING SONG
