[ If you've never seen a peacock throwing knives before, you're in for a treat, because Lord Shen is arguably the finest knife-wielding peacock there ever was. After silently entering the arena beneath a spotlight, a large and regal white bird trailing his long tail-feathers like the train of a robe, he comes to stand in the middle of the ring. After a few seconds of anticipation and at least a little confusion from the audience, music begins to play and the bird begins to move.
He stretches his great wings one after the other, allowing the light to catch and stream through the white feathers, then begins to strut around the arena with them tucked against his back once more, strolling casually. Targets in the shape of various creatures ( including man ) spring up on cue to some music and that's when the real fun begins. In a flurry of graceful movements, Lord Shen flicks his wings and looses several blades of obsidian previously unseen among his pale feathers. They take off the heads or burrow in the hearts of every target that rises or otherwise swoops from the sky. He flips and the fan of his white, red, and black tail spray enough blades to take out a whole line of enemies. The audience who realize a miss could have meant blades in the crowd gasp.
Finally, once the music is over and the targets lay in splinters, the arena darkens to a single spotlight on Shen once more. While doing his best to disguise his panting, the bird looks up among the audience and speaks in a quavery voice: ]
I need... a volunteer.
( Riddle Game )
[ Shen, being something of an intellectual among his kind, always enjoyed puzzles and riddles, but his time in the carnival had made him more than a little obsessive about them; probably to do with all the experimenting he'd been doing with fae magic. The riches within the chests don't interest Lord Shen so much as the problem does.
Nevertheless, there are unmistakable claw marks all over the chest he's circling now. Perhaps you saw him put them there or just heard his tempestuous screaming, but either way, you're close enough now that you've been spotted. ]
You! [ Cries the peacock that's nearly the size of a man, a little hoarse and with his red eyes wide. ] Come here, now!
[ It's all he can do to stay still right now, lifting his head with regal expectation. Of course, should he be ignored or run from, his composure stands fit to snap. ]
( Break Time )
[ Relaxing for Lord Shen usually includes practicing with his guandao, swinging it around him in slow arcs or using as a fulcrum when he plants it in the ground and flips over it. It's a fine show to see, but doesn't really seem to make him very approachable.
He goes on slow walks around the camp grounds, conversing with those that approach him or otherwise beckoning them to come to him ( Lord Shen moves for no one but the Ringleader ). It is a rare occasion of sociability for him, though his geniality is up for debate.
If not that, he is probably inside of his trailer reading, drinking tea, and not in the mood to be bothered. Do so only if you dare or are unfortunate enough to be his roommate. ]
(( I am playing Shen as a Showman/Mercenary with the potential to be the Nightrider, depending on how this all goes. ))
Lord Shen | Kung Fu Panda 2 | Veteran | OTA
[ If you've never seen a peacock throwing knives before, you're in for a treat, because Lord Shen is arguably the finest knife-wielding peacock there ever was. After silently entering the arena beneath a spotlight, a large and regal white bird trailing his long tail-feathers like the train of a robe, he comes to stand in the middle of the ring. After a few seconds of anticipation and at least a little confusion from the audience, music begins to play and the bird begins to move.
He stretches his great wings one after the other, allowing the light to catch and stream through the white feathers, then begins to strut around the arena with them tucked against his back once more, strolling casually. Targets in the shape of various creatures ( including man ) spring up on cue to some music and that's when the real fun begins. In a flurry of graceful movements, Lord Shen flicks his wings and looses several blades of obsidian previously unseen among his pale feathers. They take off the heads or burrow in the hearts of every target that rises or otherwise swoops from the sky. He flips and the fan of his white, red, and black tail spray enough blades to take out a whole line of enemies. The audience who realize a miss could have meant blades in the crowd gasp.
Finally, once the music is over and the targets lay in splinters, the arena darkens to a single spotlight on Shen once more. While doing his best to disguise his panting, the bird looks up among the audience and speaks in a quavery voice: ]
I need... a volunteer.
( Riddle Game )
[ Shen, being something of an intellectual among his kind, always enjoyed puzzles and riddles, but his time in the carnival had made him more than a little obsessive about them; probably to do with all the experimenting he'd been doing with fae magic. The riches within the chests don't interest Lord Shen so much as the problem does.
Nevertheless, there are unmistakable claw marks all over the chest he's circling now. Perhaps you saw him put them there or just heard his tempestuous screaming, but either way, you're close enough now that you've been spotted. ]
You! [ Cries the peacock that's nearly the size of a man, a little hoarse and with his red eyes wide. ] Come here, now!
[ It's all he can do to stay still right now, lifting his head with regal expectation. Of course, should he be ignored or run from, his composure stands fit to snap. ]
( Break Time )
[ Relaxing for Lord Shen usually includes practicing with his guandao, swinging it around him in slow arcs or using as a fulcrum when he plants it in the ground and flips over it. It's a fine show to see, but doesn't really seem to make him very approachable.
He goes on slow walks around the camp grounds, conversing with those that approach him or otherwise beckoning them to come to him ( Lord Shen moves for no one but the Ringleader ). It is a rare occasion of sociability for him, though his geniality is up for debate.
If not that, he is probably inside of his trailer reading, drinking tea, and not in the mood to be bothered. Do so only if you dare
or are unfortunate enough to be his roommate. ](( I am playing Shen as a Showman/Mercenary with the potential to be the Nightrider, depending on how this all goes. ))