Saiai

New profile pic put together by a friend. Pretty much Sai'ai as I've pictured him!

“You've stumbled through your life with the belief that this is an orderly, rational world, that science can explain everything and that myths and fairy tales are for children. You've worn blinders put on you by a hundred years of engineered history. Everybody buys into it and if you don't, you're a crank, a psycho or a crystal-waver. The problem is, that's just the world people buy because it's safe. It's orderly and mundane and everything's explainable. Everyone can get fast food and a boring job without worrying about crazy things like demons or magic spells.”

-Excerpt from Mage, the Ascension, Second Edition.


Personal and Vore Info

First off, if you feel like skipping the personal history, list of abilities and spells, skip to preferences. You won't offend me any. It's just there for those into that sort of thing, and might ruin some of the surprise for those who want to get to know him in character. Also, please go right on ahead and PM me.

Any bar on neutral, I can swing both ways, or am indifferent to. Any bar at one extreme or another, rarely do I do it, if ever.

I'm both pred and prey, but usually it's mood based. I LOVE being reduced to a kicking, squirming belly bulge for a cute guy or girl! As a predator, I usually prefer humanoid prey, and while I normally don't start out in the mood, I can sometimes work myself into a predator mindset so that I can enjoy the RP even as a pred.

As for Sai himself, he's a somewhat slim, well toned cutie. Full lips, perfect nose and gentle, yet sharp blue (sometimes green) eyes shadowed by full brown bangs, he often wears blues or greens. While it doesn't show much, when he's shirtless, one can see a soft layer of padding about his hips and abdomen. Despite keeping in shape and liberal use of magic, it's just kinda hard to shunt away all that extra weight from large meals. If you're nice, or at least civil, Sai'ai won't eat you. If you're nasty or violent, get ready to be pudge! Who knows, maybe you'll like it. Spirit magic lets him keep people's souls bound to himself. Wanna be him, or take a nice nap tucked tight under his shirt? Make him mad.

Sometimes I could throw him out of context, i.e. pretend he's a normal human, change where he lives / what he's doing with his life at the moment, such as career, etc. / even tweak his behavior a bit (then again, who is ever truly static in personality?) Anything to fit a fun story / RP.


The Code of Ananda, by Which Sai Lives!

The Code of Ananda (lit. a state of bliss and transcendence) is crucial to true Ecstatics. Ananda is to many Ecstatics an important step toward ascension, and the code itself is as follows:

1. Thou art miraculous; so are we all.

2. He who spits on his good right hand shall find the left one fails him in need.

3. Each gold coin yields two like it, each stalk given creates a bundle. Yet each coin taken turns the rest to dross, and one bundle gone creates a famine. Thus shall a Seer account his deeds.

4. Some minds rest best asleep. Stir not those who would not waken otherwise.

5. Truths forseen are not always Truths.

6. If a man would rend another's Passions, let him be as one torn by wild dogs. For Passions are the seat of the Self, and if they bleed, so too does the soul.

7. Let each Seer account his own deeds. And should those deeds want for wisdom or kindness let him be put forth to weep alone.

8. Humour cooleth blood; Wrath spilleth it.

9. Even trees rent by lighting may grow new fruit.

10. A fool feels no fear; a Sleeper remains shackled by it; A Master transcends it yet recalls its wisdom. It is good to be afraid, it is folly to bow to terror.


A backstory! Kind of sad. Things are getting better though!


I.

I myself was just some kid for the longest time. I wasn't born into a tradition. I wasn't brought into it all by an old guy with a beard down to his knees and a knobby wooden staff. No, I was kidnapped.

Of course, with one parent dead and the other a drunkard, no amount of money could have gotten me out of that. So what do you do with a useless hostage? He talks, you're fucked. So they shot me. Shot me dead. Or came damn close. About the right time, I found myself just sitting there on the springboard matress in a locked room, seeing myself dead on the floor. Not like when you picture it in your head, no, it was vivid as the rotten smell of the matress stuffing to my senses. Me. There. Spread-eagle and rather messy. And something inside just tugged at me, telling me that was reality. In about thirty seconds or so.

I can't explain the sort of things a person will resort to mindlessly when faced with life or death. I hope you never have to experience it yourself. I've never since demonstrated such physical strength as I did that day, ripping the bedpost free. Crouched and ready to pounce. Swinging the bolt end down right into his skull...


II.

Now exactly what I had gotten myself into, I had yet to figure out. A day later I'm strutting along a back road in the rain, fractured rib, barely fifteen or so, clothes ripped and an empty Sig in my hand. Clutching to it as though if they found me here, it would save me, empty or not.

Every time I came to a fork, I seemed to have just the slightest gut feeling where to go. And I never listened to my gut. Up until now. Up until it got me loose. I think it was... I can't remember how far I walked, nonstop, before I found the compound. I came looking for a place to get out of the rain. What I left with, were answers you couldn't comprehend without seeing for yourself. As Don Bluth put it, it was “right before my eyes and beyond my wildest dreams.”

It was a good three years before I'd left. Stronger. Smiling again. My own man even at this age, with people who loved me. But three years was enough, and now it was time for me to see what the world had in store.


III.

Well, fuck.

Here I am again, back road, fractured ribs, left wrist, mild concussion. Clothes rather shredded, burnt, and dirty, my favorite leather jacket notwithstanding. That hurt. The jacket was a treasure given to me by my old mentor.

My latest mentor, however, was nowhere to be found. All I recall was Master Damien Black ripping a hole in the umbra, one big enough to slate him with some fatal dox if we hadn't been in the chantry, and yanking me through. I have no idea where I am relative to the chantry now, or if there even is a chantry anymore. I'm assuming that squad of Spiral Dancers annihilated it. I told the guys we should have trahsed all the mirrors.

A little time and a little healing, and I move on. I kinda miss those Akashik sisters. Not just because they were cute but because they were the only few who made any damn sense or showed any compassion in that motley crew I called a cabal. Save for maybe Vlad. But Vlad was dead. Hated vampires with a passion, and sadly, no amount of expertise in the living or entropic spheres was going to save you from a dozen frag grenades strapped to your own chest. Maybe I'll meet Vlad again in another life. I hope so. He was pretty cool for a Euthanatos.

It's gotten to the point where I'm living in gutters. I refuse to feed on people's garbage, even if the orphans in this city are willing to teach me how to turn it into four-star dining with a wave of my hand. I've taken to confronting criminals. Taking them down in the act. Robbing them because, why not? Better when there's a bounty, been lucky enough to cash in twice.

There's a park near this city. I finally gave up on this dump and made my way there, following a few strings to a fair-sized node. That was about all I needed. I wonder why so few other awakened come here, though...


IV.

Aw, SHIT.

Why do I only bother to write in my journal when I'm this stressed? Four pages in four years. My hands itch a little, even as the skin recovers. I'll never date cross-species again. I mean, it's a little weird, but that fox-girl was sentient. How was I supposed to know she just wanted lunch? It only hurt when I clawed my way back up and out, when the anesthesia wore. But it was so fast... another couple of minutes of that and I'd be rounding out her hips instead of...

Here. In the woods. Running to the edge of this massive park, which I can't find my way out of all of the sudden. I start to think it has me. I see familiar landmarks, a lake, a swamp off yonder, but the exit is gone. Then I splash through a puddle on the hiking trail out from the tree line, and the rain washes the last of the stomach acids I didn't scrape away.

My vision is clearing, my heart is pounding. And It suddenly occurs to me.

I don't want to leave. I want more.

The fuck?


Spells and shit!

Better in general terms given we're not in a hard-and-fast realistic modern world... Sai'ai was an OWoD mage, but paradox is much kinder to him in this rather surreal, magic-tolerant location! Another reason he likes it here. Here's a rough idea of what Sai'ai is capable of. Magic includes -

Sensing life, empathy and telepathy, blocking empathy and telepathy, noticing general distortions in reality and magical effects, lucid dreaming, sharpened senses, ignoring overwhelming sensory experiences, ignoring pain, making inedible food quite edible, high-level multitasking, numbing others with kyusho (pressure point) strikes, altering the flow of time for himself or others, spidey-sense, temporary marked enhancement of physical traits, diagnosing and healing injury and disease, disguises and sex change, swallowing people whole, avoiding deadly blows by "chance", psychometry, breathing underwater, plastic surgery, and predicting the weather!

Keep in mind that these aren't particularly god-level abilities. You might find that he's gone from the human norm to three times as fast and hitting as though his fists are as heavy as bricks - if you get him desperate enough to dip into his magical reserves so heavily - but it's not like he can throw trucks or run a mile in twenty seconds. A mage is only human, their greatest strengths come in sharp planning and improvisation. If he's distracted by the tight compression of stomach walls, for example, it's going to be REALLY hard for him to transform his hands into claws or some-such silly complicated things.

Sai's swag. Has improved a bit.
-A roll of flutes made of bone, brass, wood, ceramic, bamboo, and other strange and exotic materials, he loves to play them!
-A characteristically weathered, earthy leather jacket that looks really, really good on him.
-A simple black leather collar. Symbolizes that he won't eat you if he hasn't taken it off.
-A deck of tarot cards, non-magical. The real magic is in the minds of those whose fortunes he tells!
-A band of decently sharpened throwing knives.

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