Empty-handed I entered
the world
Barefoot I leave it.
My coming, my going --
Two simple happenings
That got entangled.
Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.
-A Jisei, by Shinsui
Rkyo [rik-ee-OH] appears to be a boy in his late teens, perhaps around seventeen or eighteen years of age. His hair, perhaps his most striking feature, is a deep shade of vibrant sanguine, flowing effortlessly down to fierce eyes; black as ebony. His body is well-built and sturdy, carefully hidden beneath loose clothing and unremarkable dress-ware. Were one to manage a look at his muscled physique, they would find his torso tattooed in a plethora of etching scars, clustered about his chest, shoulder and abdominal in no discernible pattern.
While the boy appears more-or-less handsome, he emanates a cold, chilling aura... as dark and foreboding as it is mysterious. His gaze is sharp and feral; his touch fiery and stern. When he speaks, his voice flows smoothly and articulately; easy to understand yet strangely unpleasant to listen to. Everything about him looks appealing on the surface... and becomes horribly unsightly when examined more carefully. Indeed, the young man is quite strange... unsettling... almost inhuman...
"Dika ro a'tartoramren
Ulcisco ro o'rkyem
Nemonus securum eo
Temen imperi dikio
O'rkyo sangeo"
-From the Opuskro. Kyoujin law.
Translation:
"Death to the traitors
Vengeance to the oath-breaker
No one is exempt
They must die
The oath-breaker bleeds"