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So I was very productive yesterday! And I am going to continue being productive today ^_^ I finished a commission for KIZ (I will be posting that shortly) on DA and soon after started working on this concept art for my new Fu Dog inspired character Genji. Originally i was just going to post a little blurb about him... but got kind of carried away! So I ended up writing a short story to introduce him. I am quite in love with this character!
Genji and his kind are stoic guardians. Their sole purpose in life is to server the gods as guardians of the land. Genji however, is young, barely a millennia old, and plagued with an insatiable desire to explore the world. He was struck by a wanderlust. Although his people did not necessarily approve, they are a peaceful lot and would not deny him his great desire. Their only request was that he return someday to share the knowledge and wisdom he is sure to gain from his experiences abroad.
He traveled with no direction. He simply walked. And walked. And walked. Until he reached a port city. There he boarded a ship and sailed to the next port. And sailed to the next port. And so on. At each stop, he would spend months taking in the land, learning of the people. Experiencing their habits and traditions. Genji’s kind rarely speak, preferring to communicate through gestures and body language. Most towns are wary at first. Unsure about this strange silent foreigner. But as time progressed, and as he carried his weight, each town came to enjoy his quiet company. And each town was sad to see him go as his need to wander resurfaced.
Eventually, his travels lead him to the vast land of Lithinralin. It was a very diverse land, brimming with different cultures and lifestyles. He found he did not care for the dark elves. They seemed to be a very immature and ignorant people, so caught up in their ranks of power and material possessions. The high elves weren't as bad, but still ignorant. They didn’t seem to know how to appreciate silence, mistaking a lack of words for stupidity.
Humans, were an unpredictable lot. Of all the peoples Genji had seen, humans were the most diversified. It was a bit exciting. Every human he came across was different than the last. Some shared similar customs and beliefs, but they still held their own unique interpretation of life.
Orcs. He was occasionally mistaken for being a hybridization of an orc and some other beast due to the large curved canines that protruded from his lower jaw. Along with his large thickly muscled frame, common among the greenskins. He found them to be the most welcoming. For Genji had already experienced their plight with widespread racism. They were also a simple people. Words were not nearly as important as actions. In fact, words without actions, were pointless. Genji’s one concern with the orcs, was their unchecked aggression. While he understood and respected well placed aggression, these people placed value in maintaining a constant level. They enjoyed fighting amongst each other, whether through a sparring match, or bruised egos. Genji allowed himself to participate in the scheduled matches, but refused to give into any goading or attempts to rile him up. Despite appearances, Genji was quick on his feet. Wherever he went, the greenskin quickly learned to keep their hands to themselves.
Genji was thoroughly enjoying his time in Lithinralin. To add to his list of experiences, he decided to travel by airship. He always traveled lightly. Just the clothes on his back, a water skin, and his clouded glaive was all he needed. He carried no currency, lending his hands for manual labor as payment instead. Some scoffed, preferring profit over free labor. Others were thrilled and even tried to compensate extra with coin. After being turned down a few times, Genji finally found an airship crew that was recently understaffed and looking for extra hands.
Within a week, Genji had his routine down. Loading and unloading cargo, making sure the ships engine gears were working smoothly, securing the support cables, testing the ships store of runic energy, etc. During his spare time, he meditated on the upper deck, basking in the sun. He became quite a spectacle to the passengers, even attracting new fliers.
During one trip, he peaked the curiosity of a little human girl named Millie, about 7 years old with raven black hair and greenish blue eyes. Believing to be a master of stealth, Millie followed him everywhere on the ship, unaware that Genji was aware of her presence the entire time. When the passengers gathered for meals, Millie would sit with her parents and stare at Genji with no shame. Her parents on the other hand were quite embarrassed for her behavior. They attempted to apologize. Although he didn't understand most of their words, he knew what they what they were trying to do.
He held up his hand, signing for them to stop, and got down on the floor to be as close to eye level with the girl as possible. He smiles at Millie and silently beckons her to him. Nervously she comes forward. He takes her tiny hands gently with his large calloused fingers and places them on his face, allowing her to sate her curiosity. She grins wide and begins to touch his face, starting with his large curved tusks, then his ridged nose, the raised swirls on his heavy set brows, up to his pointed horns and long pointed ears. Finally she runs her fingers through his tightly curled pastel green hair. It felt like silk on her fingertips.
Her parents watched in awe as this fearsome looking creature displayed such patience and gentility. Their patience was not as endless as Genji's however and finally insisted it was time to go. As they lead Millie away, clutching her hand, she craned her head back to continue staring at Genji. He simply smiled at her, amused by their encounter.
A week had passed. Millie stole as many opportunities to spend time with the strange foreigner as she could. As most children do, she bombarded him with question after question, unfiltered and unashamed. Realizing he didn’t speak her language very well, she tried to use simple hand gestures with her words, and found that to be more successful. As he laid in the sun on the upper deck one afternoon, she sat upon his stomach and traced her finger along the raised deep red swirls along his skin, wondering what they were. He took the small blade off the end of his glaive and traced along a swirl on his chest. They were decorative scars, overlaid with a tattoo. Millie made a surprised pained look, her mouth forming an “O”. Genji smiled warmly at the girl. He had grown quite fond of her in the short time.
It was a quiet night. The skies were gentle, the clouds sparse. Genji slept deeply in his cabin. His dreams were transformed into nightmares as the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming invaded his slumber. He woke with a start, drenched in sweat. At first he thought it was the dream. But then he realized, it was incredibly hot. Smoke spilled through the crack under his cabin door. His bright emerald eyes widened in horror. Grabbing his glaive, he rushed to the door, only to find it was blocked on the other side. He snarled, clenching his fists. He could hear the sounds of weapons fire and screaming. Pirates!
Genji stepped back from the door and concentrated for a moment, focusing his energy. He breathed in deeply through his nose and out through his mouth. At the end of his exhale, he thrust his palm forward and unleashed a burst of force, blasting through the door. He was instantly hit with a wall of hot smoke. With a roar he lunged through the smoke. His hall was on fire. He stared at the raging flame, distressed that there was nothing he could do here. He turned and made his way to the open corridor, where all passenger hallways connected to a stairwell. He didn’t really have much choice but to go up.
The ship was in disarray. These pirates were merciless. The bodies of dead passengers were strewn about. To his dismay, the girl’s parents were among them. He briefly panicked as he scoured the area, terrified of what he might find. His search was interrupted as a woman came running towards him, screaming at the top of her lungs, followed by the sound of a charging energy rifle. The woman’s face contorted into pain as she fell to the ground, a large black burn spreading across her back.
Genji roared, startling the pirate as he charged forward with his glaive. In seconds he was face to face with a young orcish man. He made small, strained noises. Looking down, the massive blade was impaled through his torso. Genji yanked the blade out, causing the orcs intestines to spill from the newly form cavity. He half-hazardly tried to grab his organs as he fell to his knees. Genji didn’t take time to watch the man die but carried on. He looked and listened for any signs of Millie, cutting down any pirates that dared to stand in his way.
He quickly navigated through the ship, often cut off by walls of fire. He made his way to the kitchen. He could hear the faint whimpering of a child. Hiding in a cupboard, was Millie. Suddenly there was a violent rocking motion. The ship was going down. Genji caught the girl as she was tossed from the cupboard. He held onto her tightly and braced for impact.
Genji awoke in a pile of debris. He had curled himself around Millie, protecting her from harm. He carefully shifted his body and removed the rubble. Millie awoke with a fright. She clung onto Genji for dear life, wrapping her little arms around his neck and burying her face into his curly locks.
As he carried her, they made their way out of the wreckage. The ship had crashed in a harsh swampland, of all places. He heard what sounded like men laughing. With a quick glance around, he spotted more pirates. With Millie and his glaive, he quietly retreated deeper into the swamp.
To be continued
Genji and his kind are stoic guardians. Their sole purpose in life is to server the gods as guardians of the land. Genji however, is young, barely a millennia old, and plagued with an insatiable desire to explore the world. He was struck by a wanderlust. Although his people did not necessarily approve, they are a peaceful lot and would not deny him his great desire. Their only request was that he return someday to share the knowledge and wisdom he is sure to gain from his experiences abroad.
He traveled with no direction. He simply walked. And walked. And walked. Until he reached a port city. There he boarded a ship and sailed to the next port. And sailed to the next port. And so on. At each stop, he would spend months taking in the land, learning of the people. Experiencing their habits and traditions. Genji’s kind rarely speak, preferring to communicate through gestures and body language. Most towns are wary at first. Unsure about this strange silent foreigner. But as time progressed, and as he carried his weight, each town came to enjoy his quiet company. And each town was sad to see him go as his need to wander resurfaced.
Eventually, his travels lead him to the vast land of Lithinralin. It was a very diverse land, brimming with different cultures and lifestyles. He found he did not care for the dark elves. They seemed to be a very immature and ignorant people, so caught up in their ranks of power and material possessions. The high elves weren't as bad, but still ignorant. They didn’t seem to know how to appreciate silence, mistaking a lack of words for stupidity.
Humans, were an unpredictable lot. Of all the peoples Genji had seen, humans were the most diversified. It was a bit exciting. Every human he came across was different than the last. Some shared similar customs and beliefs, but they still held their own unique interpretation of life.
Orcs. He was occasionally mistaken for being a hybridization of an orc and some other beast due to the large curved canines that protruded from his lower jaw. Along with his large thickly muscled frame, common among the greenskins. He found them to be the most welcoming. For Genji had already experienced their plight with widespread racism. They were also a simple people. Words were not nearly as important as actions. In fact, words without actions, were pointless. Genji’s one concern with the orcs, was their unchecked aggression. While he understood and respected well placed aggression, these people placed value in maintaining a constant level. They enjoyed fighting amongst each other, whether through a sparring match, or bruised egos. Genji allowed himself to participate in the scheduled matches, but refused to give into any goading or attempts to rile him up. Despite appearances, Genji was quick on his feet. Wherever he went, the greenskin quickly learned to keep their hands to themselves.
Genji was thoroughly enjoying his time in Lithinralin. To add to his list of experiences, he decided to travel by airship. He always traveled lightly. Just the clothes on his back, a water skin, and his clouded glaive was all he needed. He carried no currency, lending his hands for manual labor as payment instead. Some scoffed, preferring profit over free labor. Others were thrilled and even tried to compensate extra with coin. After being turned down a few times, Genji finally found an airship crew that was recently understaffed and looking for extra hands.
Within a week, Genji had his routine down. Loading and unloading cargo, making sure the ships engine gears were working smoothly, securing the support cables, testing the ships store of runic energy, etc. During his spare time, he meditated on the upper deck, basking in the sun. He became quite a spectacle to the passengers, even attracting new fliers.
During one trip, he peaked the curiosity of a little human girl named Millie, about 7 years old with raven black hair and greenish blue eyes. Believing to be a master of stealth, Millie followed him everywhere on the ship, unaware that Genji was aware of her presence the entire time. When the passengers gathered for meals, Millie would sit with her parents and stare at Genji with no shame. Her parents on the other hand were quite embarrassed for her behavior. They attempted to apologize. Although he didn't understand most of their words, he knew what they what they were trying to do.
He held up his hand, signing for them to stop, and got down on the floor to be as close to eye level with the girl as possible. He smiles at Millie and silently beckons her to him. Nervously she comes forward. He takes her tiny hands gently with his large calloused fingers and places them on his face, allowing her to sate her curiosity. She grins wide and begins to touch his face, starting with his large curved tusks, then his ridged nose, the raised swirls on his heavy set brows, up to his pointed horns and long pointed ears. Finally she runs her fingers through his tightly curled pastel green hair. It felt like silk on her fingertips.
Her parents watched in awe as this fearsome looking creature displayed such patience and gentility. Their patience was not as endless as Genji's however and finally insisted it was time to go. As they lead Millie away, clutching her hand, she craned her head back to continue staring at Genji. He simply smiled at her, amused by their encounter.
A week had passed. Millie stole as many opportunities to spend time with the strange foreigner as she could. As most children do, she bombarded him with question after question, unfiltered and unashamed. Realizing he didn’t speak her language very well, she tried to use simple hand gestures with her words, and found that to be more successful. As he laid in the sun on the upper deck one afternoon, she sat upon his stomach and traced her finger along the raised deep red swirls along his skin, wondering what they were. He took the small blade off the end of his glaive and traced along a swirl on his chest. They were decorative scars, overlaid with a tattoo. Millie made a surprised pained look, her mouth forming an “O”. Genji smiled warmly at the girl. He had grown quite fond of her in the short time.
It was a quiet night. The skies were gentle, the clouds sparse. Genji slept deeply in his cabin. His dreams were transformed into nightmares as the smell of smoke and the sound of screaming invaded his slumber. He woke with a start, drenched in sweat. At first he thought it was the dream. But then he realized, it was incredibly hot. Smoke spilled through the crack under his cabin door. His bright emerald eyes widened in horror. Grabbing his glaive, he rushed to the door, only to find it was blocked on the other side. He snarled, clenching his fists. He could hear the sounds of weapons fire and screaming. Pirates!
Genji stepped back from the door and concentrated for a moment, focusing his energy. He breathed in deeply through his nose and out through his mouth. At the end of his exhale, he thrust his palm forward and unleashed a burst of force, blasting through the door. He was instantly hit with a wall of hot smoke. With a roar he lunged through the smoke. His hall was on fire. He stared at the raging flame, distressed that there was nothing he could do here. He turned and made his way to the open corridor, where all passenger hallways connected to a stairwell. He didn’t really have much choice but to go up.
The ship was in disarray. These pirates were merciless. The bodies of dead passengers were strewn about. To his dismay, the girl’s parents were among them. He briefly panicked as he scoured the area, terrified of what he might find. His search was interrupted as a woman came running towards him, screaming at the top of her lungs, followed by the sound of a charging energy rifle. The woman’s face contorted into pain as she fell to the ground, a large black burn spreading across her back.
Genji roared, startling the pirate as he charged forward with his glaive. In seconds he was face to face with a young orcish man. He made small, strained noises. Looking down, the massive blade was impaled through his torso. Genji yanked the blade out, causing the orcs intestines to spill from the newly form cavity. He half-hazardly tried to grab his organs as he fell to his knees. Genji didn’t take time to watch the man die but carried on. He looked and listened for any signs of Millie, cutting down any pirates that dared to stand in his way.
He quickly navigated through the ship, often cut off by walls of fire. He made his way to the kitchen. He could hear the faint whimpering of a child. Hiding in a cupboard, was Millie. Suddenly there was a violent rocking motion. The ship was going down. Genji caught the girl as she was tossed from the cupboard. He held onto her tightly and braced for impact.
Genji awoke in a pile of debris. He had curled himself around Millie, protecting her from harm. He carefully shifted his body and removed the rubble. Millie awoke with a fright. She clung onto Genji for dear life, wrapping her little arms around his neck and burying her face into his curly locks.
As he carried her, they made their way out of the wreckage. The ship had crashed in a harsh swampland, of all places. He heard what sounded like men laughing. With a quick glance around, he spotted more pirates. With Millie and his glaive, he quietly retreated deeper into the swamp.
To be continued
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