Post by Izanami Ryū on Oct 19, 2019 20:16:53 GMT -5
Character Name: Izanami Ryū
Desired Faction: Hero
Desired Tier: VI (Shiketsu Teacher)
Brief explanation of what your goals are: Some people go their whole lives fumbling for purpose and meaning. Izanami is not one of them. Determined as she is ambitious, she strives to leave her mark in the history books as one of the greatest heroes of her era. Part of that legacy is those she leaves behind to carry it on. For Izanami that is the students of Shiketsu High, part of the next great generation of heroes. Aspiring minds she considers her life's great purpose to mold into future protectors of law and order.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
Izanami inhaled a deep breath. 'You can do this.' She told herself, 'He's just your father.' Even the voice in her head seemed to lack confidence. Swallowing the lump in her throat as the elevator chimes, she had reached her destination. Ryū Tower was a sprawling building paid for by Izanami's father's long and lucrative career in heroism. The building looked, felt, and even smelled like the kind of opulence such a proud man would adamantly demand.
The heiress of the Ryū dynasty took a step toward, armored black heels clattering softly against imported marble tiles. She took slow, rhythmic steps, practically counting out how many it would take in her head before she reached her father's office. Her footfalls soon quieted as Persian rugs replaced Italian marble. Surely, Izanami's father would be in an agreeable mood? After all, it's not like the news she had to tell him was bad.
As she walked the lonely hall, Izanami recanted her speech again and again in her head. She had spent more time than she liked to admit rehearsing it, going so far as to think up rebuttals to her father's most likely retorts. Meanwhile, the mementos of three long decades of public service adorned the hallway on either side of her. Trinkets and trophies of her father's storied career preserved in sufficiently grandiose fashion to soothe his vast pride. From framed pictures, to newspaper headlines, to weapons and relics torn from the clutches of villains following their timely defeat. Izanami could recount them all, she had heard each story a dozen times growing up.
Finally it loomed before her. Two enormous mahogany doors embossed with various imagery of dragons' heads. Brass handles clutched firmly in their snarling jaws, gleaming gemstones glaring back from their cold eyes. Extravagant as it was imposing, just like father… Izanami wrapped a slender hand around one handle and slowly rang out three sharp knocks. The silence that followed was deafening, until from the other side she heard a booming voice respond back. “You may come in.” Her father was nothing else if not direct.
Izanami silently swallowed the last of her trepidation, pushing open the door and making her way inside. Within was a spacious and opulent office with a domed ceiling, panoramic windows, and a foyer complete with a fireplace. The heroine approached her father’s desk, it was a monument of luxury hardwood with precious little free space amidst the paperwork and computer monitors situated atop it.
At the far end sat the patriarch of the Ryū dynasty, Yamata Ryū, Izanami’s dread father. Yamata was an imposing man, tall and broad shouldered, still hardened with might despite being a man well into his fifties. Streaks of grey now ran through his short cropped black hair, and his beard had fully grayed with age, but make no mistake the man before Izanami was still very much King Dragon. Yamata looked up at his daughter, coal black eyes never leaving hers as he straightened a stack of paperwork and set it off to the side. “And to what do I owe the intrusion, my dear daughter?” The man said sternly, nothing but authority in his tone.
Izanami did her best not to show her nervousness, responding back swiftly, as her father much preferred. “I have something I want to tell you father, it’s rather important to me.”
“It must be, for you to barge into my office unannounced without so much as sending me a message beforehand.” Yamata said, rolling his eyes as he half turned his attention back to his work. “Well go on then, I am a very busy man.”
“Right… Father, I want to become a teacher.” Izanami gave her words a moment to sink in, watching the fires rise in Yamata’s eyes.
“Izanami I did not spend fifteen years teaching you all that I know just to have you throw it away in an instant for such a pedestrian career.” Yamata retorted, a look of daggers in his eyes.
His daughter’s eyes did the reverse, shimmering as a wry smile crossed her lips. “But Father, you didn’t even wait for me to finish. I didn’t say where I’d be teaching.” The surprise was killing her, she wanted to see just how fired up her father would get before the ultimate reveal.
Yamata clenched a fist, now giving Izanami his undivided attention, matters of family and legacy vastly trumped any mundane paperwork. “Where is irrelevant, your place is as my successor. For thirty years I’ve worked to safeguard this city, now it is your turn to carry on my mantle. I will not have you being a lowly school teacher, squandering our bloodline’s gifts.” Smoke billowed from the man’s nostrils, a clear sign of his irritation.
Izanami gave her father a heartbroken look, feigning sorrow at the Ryū patriarch’s obvious disgust with her idea. “But Father...” She said softly, retrieving a sealed envelope from her purse and sliding it across his desk. “I already applied, and have already received my acceptance letter. They want me to begin this semester.” Yamata looked down at envelope before him, carefully he turned it over and so the Shiketsu High logo embossed in gold leaf on the front face of the letter.
The elder dragon raised an eyebrow, quickly retrieving an antique letter opener and slicing through the end of the envelope as Izanami silently watched with the slyest of grins on her face. Retrieving the letter within, Yamata’s eyes darted back and forth as he quickly skimmed through its contents. As he did his harsh features softened, and the scowl on his face slowly dissipated. When he finished Yamata set the letter down gently, before lifting his gaze to match his daughter’s as the feignest of smiles crossed his lips. “Shiketsu High.” Yamata said simply. “My alma mater.”
“And my own.” Izanami retorted back. “I never told you what kind of school I wanted to teach at.” Her grin only widened.
“No…” Yamata said with a soft sigh. “I suppose you did not.” The man slowly rose from his desk, turning to the bookcase behind him and moving to pour himself a tall glass of scotch. “You have my approval, and my blessing. Since that is what you came for.” Yamata spoke before pouring a second glass for his daughter. “Iza, a toast.” He said, holding out the second glass. It was a very rare occasion when he did not speak her full name. Izanami took the glass in hand and the two clinked together before the Ryū’s took their drinks.
Yamata looked out his office windows at the distant sun setting low in the Tokyo sky. “I hope this means you won’t be shirking off on your career as a Hero… Dragon Queen.” The man said with a slight scoff, swirling the brown liquor in his glass. “You have a duty to our family name and our bloodline after all, and I fully expect you to keep it.”
Izanami nodded simply, taking another drink as she mulled over her response. “Of course Father. Don’t think for one second I’d set aside my legacy, but this is important to me. There’s so much you’ve taught me so much I feel I could give back. Besides, you know how I feel about children.”
“I do.” Yamata said simply, dark eyes looking down at his glass. “You are your mother’s daughter after all, you have far more compassion in your heart than mine. It is a womanly gift I suppose.” Yamata paused, mulling over how crude his words came off as. “For what it is worth I think you will make an exemplary teacher. You have my drive, my intellect, your mother’s wit and compassion, I expect you to be harsh… but fair.”
“Like you?” Izanami said with a smile, gently nudging her father with her elbow, before taking another sip of her drink.
“I suppose so.” Yamata replied with a soft chuckle, placing his arm around his daughter’s shoulder. A rare gesture of fatherly affection, one afforded only in the privacy of his office. For Izanami though, it was more than she could have asked for. She made sure to bask in the moment, as the two stood and watched the sunset slowly slip from the sky.
Desired Faction: Hero
Desired Tier: VI (Shiketsu Teacher)
Brief explanation of what your goals are: Some people go their whole lives fumbling for purpose and meaning. Izanami is not one of them. Determined as she is ambitious, she strives to leave her mark in the history books as one of the greatest heroes of her era. Part of that legacy is those she leaves behind to carry it on. For Izanami that is the students of Shiketsu High, part of the next great generation of heroes. Aspiring minds she considers her life's great purpose to mold into future protectors of law and order.
As a response to this, write a solo (of decent length ((your discretion))) that will show us this start-up in action!
Izanami inhaled a deep breath. 'You can do this.' She told herself, 'He's just your father.' Even the voice in her head seemed to lack confidence. Swallowing the lump in her throat as the elevator chimes, she had reached her destination. Ryū Tower was a sprawling building paid for by Izanami's father's long and lucrative career in heroism. The building looked, felt, and even smelled like the kind of opulence such a proud man would adamantly demand.
The heiress of the Ryū dynasty took a step toward, armored black heels clattering softly against imported marble tiles. She took slow, rhythmic steps, practically counting out how many it would take in her head before she reached her father's office. Her footfalls soon quieted as Persian rugs replaced Italian marble. Surely, Izanami's father would be in an agreeable mood? After all, it's not like the news she had to tell him was bad.
As she walked the lonely hall, Izanami recanted her speech again and again in her head. She had spent more time than she liked to admit rehearsing it, going so far as to think up rebuttals to her father's most likely retorts. Meanwhile, the mementos of three long decades of public service adorned the hallway on either side of her. Trinkets and trophies of her father's storied career preserved in sufficiently grandiose fashion to soothe his vast pride. From framed pictures, to newspaper headlines, to weapons and relics torn from the clutches of villains following their timely defeat. Izanami could recount them all, she had heard each story a dozen times growing up.
Finally it loomed before her. Two enormous mahogany doors embossed with various imagery of dragons' heads. Brass handles clutched firmly in their snarling jaws, gleaming gemstones glaring back from their cold eyes. Extravagant as it was imposing, just like father… Izanami wrapped a slender hand around one handle and slowly rang out three sharp knocks. The silence that followed was deafening, until from the other side she heard a booming voice respond back. “You may come in.” Her father was nothing else if not direct.
Izanami silently swallowed the last of her trepidation, pushing open the door and making her way inside. Within was a spacious and opulent office with a domed ceiling, panoramic windows, and a foyer complete with a fireplace. The heroine approached her father’s desk, it was a monument of luxury hardwood with precious little free space amidst the paperwork and computer monitors situated atop it.
At the far end sat the patriarch of the Ryū dynasty, Yamata Ryū, Izanami’s dread father. Yamata was an imposing man, tall and broad shouldered, still hardened with might despite being a man well into his fifties. Streaks of grey now ran through his short cropped black hair, and his beard had fully grayed with age, but make no mistake the man before Izanami was still very much King Dragon. Yamata looked up at his daughter, coal black eyes never leaving hers as he straightened a stack of paperwork and set it off to the side. “And to what do I owe the intrusion, my dear daughter?” The man said sternly, nothing but authority in his tone.
Izanami did her best not to show her nervousness, responding back swiftly, as her father much preferred. “I have something I want to tell you father, it’s rather important to me.”
“It must be, for you to barge into my office unannounced without so much as sending me a message beforehand.” Yamata said, rolling his eyes as he half turned his attention back to his work. “Well go on then, I am a very busy man.”
“Right… Father, I want to become a teacher.” Izanami gave her words a moment to sink in, watching the fires rise in Yamata’s eyes.
“Izanami I did not spend fifteen years teaching you all that I know just to have you throw it away in an instant for such a pedestrian career.” Yamata retorted, a look of daggers in his eyes.
His daughter’s eyes did the reverse, shimmering as a wry smile crossed her lips. “But Father, you didn’t even wait for me to finish. I didn’t say where I’d be teaching.” The surprise was killing her, she wanted to see just how fired up her father would get before the ultimate reveal.
Yamata clenched a fist, now giving Izanami his undivided attention, matters of family and legacy vastly trumped any mundane paperwork. “Where is irrelevant, your place is as my successor. For thirty years I’ve worked to safeguard this city, now it is your turn to carry on my mantle. I will not have you being a lowly school teacher, squandering our bloodline’s gifts.” Smoke billowed from the man’s nostrils, a clear sign of his irritation.
Izanami gave her father a heartbroken look, feigning sorrow at the Ryū patriarch’s obvious disgust with her idea. “But Father...” She said softly, retrieving a sealed envelope from her purse and sliding it across his desk. “I already applied, and have already received my acceptance letter. They want me to begin this semester.” Yamata looked down at envelope before him, carefully he turned it over and so the Shiketsu High logo embossed in gold leaf on the front face of the letter.
The elder dragon raised an eyebrow, quickly retrieving an antique letter opener and slicing through the end of the envelope as Izanami silently watched with the slyest of grins on her face. Retrieving the letter within, Yamata’s eyes darted back and forth as he quickly skimmed through its contents. As he did his harsh features softened, and the scowl on his face slowly dissipated. When he finished Yamata set the letter down gently, before lifting his gaze to match his daughter’s as the feignest of smiles crossed his lips. “Shiketsu High.” Yamata said simply. “My alma mater.”
“And my own.” Izanami retorted back. “I never told you what kind of school I wanted to teach at.” Her grin only widened.
“No…” Yamata said with a soft sigh. “I suppose you did not.” The man slowly rose from his desk, turning to the bookcase behind him and moving to pour himself a tall glass of scotch. “You have my approval, and my blessing. Since that is what you came for.” Yamata spoke before pouring a second glass for his daughter. “Iza, a toast.” He said, holding out the second glass. It was a very rare occasion when he did not speak her full name. Izanami took the glass in hand and the two clinked together before the Ryū’s took their drinks.
Yamata looked out his office windows at the distant sun setting low in the Tokyo sky. “I hope this means you won’t be shirking off on your career as a Hero… Dragon Queen.” The man said with a slight scoff, swirling the brown liquor in his glass. “You have a duty to our family name and our bloodline after all, and I fully expect you to keep it.”
Izanami nodded simply, taking another drink as she mulled over her response. “Of course Father. Don’t think for one second I’d set aside my legacy, but this is important to me. There’s so much you’ve taught me so much I feel I could give back. Besides, you know how I feel about children.”
“I do.” Yamata said simply, dark eyes looking down at his glass. “You are your mother’s daughter after all, you have far more compassion in your heart than mine. It is a womanly gift I suppose.” Yamata paused, mulling over how crude his words came off as. “For what it is worth I think you will make an exemplary teacher. You have my drive, my intellect, your mother’s wit and compassion, I expect you to be harsh… but fair.”
“Like you?” Izanami said with a smile, gently nudging her father with her elbow, before taking another sip of her drink.
“I suppose so.” Yamata replied with a soft chuckle, placing his arm around his daughter’s shoulder. A rare gesture of fatherly affection, one afforded only in the privacy of his office. For Izanami though, it was more than she could have asked for. She made sure to bask in the moment, as the two stood and watched the sunset slowly slip from the sky.
