INTRODUCTION It was already dark by the time you finished your shopping in down town Neopia Central. The air was humid and moments later you felt a rain drop splat on your face. Unsure where you were, you looked for someone who could help, but only the shady figures of ragged tramps were ducking for cover from the sudden downpour. Pressure from an unexpected hand on your shoulder caused you to shriek in terror and to whirl around to see who was the attacker. To your relief, the hand belonged to a handsome, good-natured man, whose hooded face, you could see from the flickering light from a street lamp, wore a genial smile. "You look lost." His voice was deep and rough like sand paper, but had a soothing effect nonetheless.
Yes, I am, and I must get a ride home soon for I live more than 20 leagues out of the city!" you said with urgence.
STATISTICS He moved towards the fire, dancing flames cast an ominous glow on his face. "Who are you to ask?" he chortled as you stood dumbstuck with a gaping mouth. "But, nonetheless, I tell you. It would be rude of me not to."
HISTORY Pounding rain caused the windows to tremble, lighting struck across the sky with thunder's threatinging rumble calling moments later. You and the Aisha, who apparently calls himself Meishi, sat in silence for several minutes, taking in what he had spoken. Something told you that there was more to this curious man. His calm, emotionless face seems like a mask that covers up deeper mysteries. Mysteries that you crave to know. "Please, Meishi, I yearn to know more about you. Where you've come from, your family. Anything. Everything.|
On the night of a hot day in June, a baby aisha was born. Like his mother and father, his fur was a vibrant red and silky to touch. Goes to show good breeding; his parents were both aristocrats high in society. A tuft of blonde hair grew over his brow which complimented his observant yellow eyes. What was most strange about this child was an ear stalk that was mangled and disfigured, bent to the point that it was almost deaf.
Meishi, at young age (15? 16?) runs away and applies for an assassin-jobber thing which is part of some, I dunno, political machine/gang association. He kills peeps and gets paid, but if he fails there's hard punishment. Put something like "Brothers" and freaky people who believe what they do is for the greater good. Meishi falls in love. Write some lovey dovey stuff. He ponders quitting his job for her since not every one wants an murder for a beloved. Meishi, on a job, chasing victim (who is very agile) on a glass roof, but falls thru glass into a storage place of hazardous chemicals that is in the building below him. He falls into tub of chemicals and stuff. [change this? be more original maybe?] He undergoes changes, physically and mentally, and becomes pretty hideous. Meishi starts a new life. He becomes a nurse [;D] at a private Hospital (there people wouldn't really discriminate him and his looks since it's not publicized) where he learns doctor skills. He also learns about chemistry and chemcials, those of which have destroyed him. He gets assulted and beat up which reminds him of his old life as an assassin. He takes revenge on the world by killing with his poisons and stuff. Meishi becomes a private doctor [find correct name for that occupation] where people can come to him for more private maladies. But once in a while, for the cases he can get away with, he poisons his patients for his own pleasure. His old lover, that previous on refuses him because of his ugliness, comes back for his help in curing her husband, but because of great jelousy, he kills him. He hits on her and all her widowness, but she just still refuses him. THE END |
In the ornate and well furnished living room, you sipped the tea the maid had brought as you waited for your host to come back from changing into proper attire. You wondered what type of person this mysterious man could be? "He's very well off considering the grandness of the city house and he's generous to let strangers rest in such a place. Must be one of high society, who attends all of Neopia's finest balls..." you mused to yourself. Just then you heard the disinct plodding noise of shoes as your acquaintance appeared in the doorway. What you saw made your eyes open wide and you could barely suppress a wail. The once handsome face appeared ghosty for, infact, his skin was a sickly acrid green. His hair, which flowed sweeping across his forehead and down the nape of his neck, looked as if it could not choose what color it wanted to be; at times a dirty blonde, it would turn to darkly streaked black in the light. Two ear stalks rose up from his head, both speckled with grey pigment; one was disturbingly crooked, lifeless and crippled.
[o. Name Meishi
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RELATIONSHIPS Meishi led you though more rooms, all as exquisite as the sitting room. You could tell he was feeling edgy having told so much about his past. As you entered every room you glanced around to look for the nearest exit--a back door, a two-story window...--incase this introvert ex-assassin decided to attack all of the sudden. Having scanned the room, you glanced at a bureau that had several dustless picture frames placed on it nonchalantly. What caught your eye was one frame that was lying face down. You gently picked it up. The frame's occupant was an aisha with a gleeful face whose pink tongue was stuck out playfully. "Who's this?" Meishi gave you a disgruntled look. "You don't want to know."
THE GALLERY Hung along the walls in the various hallways and rooms were paintings of this unconventional character. Gilded frames border these various emotions of the paintings all featuring Meishi. Some are more serious than others, and yet a few border the line of humour. "Are you a narcissist?" is what you questioned in your head when you said aloud, "What lovely paintings.
