The Tiger of Jiangdong

"We of the sword long for the days, when we can cross another's sword, in a battle or a war!" Rp Account for Sun Jian from TecmoKoei's Dynasty Warriors Series. Koei Masterlist

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  IT’S ME

YOU TOOK A PICTURE OF ME

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I LOVE YOU ALREADY

GIVE YOUR SON-IN-LAW/GRANDSON-IN-LAW A HUG

I WANT A DADDY/GRANDPA HUG

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[This one is also Transparent.]

[ *pat pat pat hug* ]

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HOLY COW ARE THOSE NEW FRIENDS HELLO THERE

YES YOU I’M LOOKING AT YOU GUYS

THIS IS A GAY JURASSIC PICKLE SAYING HELLO TO YOU

AND GIVING YOU WELCOME HUGS

//GIVES YOU WELCOME HUGS LIKE A GAY JURASSIC PICKLE

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— [☲] —  Wasn't this...? Ah, yes. The young, aspiring strategist of the Lu family. While it was true he and the Lu clan didn't exactly see eye-to-eye, he could appreciate true talent when he saw it. Besides, this boy was naught but a year older than his young son, Sun Quan! 

"Hello there. Lu Xun, is it? I've heard grand things about you, lad." 

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The Lord of Four Friends

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Sun Deng [孫登], styled Zigao [子高]First son of Sun QuanCrown Prince of Wu Independent historical…

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Son-Ken has Pursued Lü Bu

The past was never able to let it’s cling on Lü Bu go. It was almost Yesterday or many years when Dong Zhuo was praised as Chancellor. The Han was ripped apart yet kept alive, The puppet is gone from power, Xi Liang can repair when it’s ever so nice governor had let the place burn to cinders. But there was another event, Yuan Shu is finally out of power and out of Lu Bu’s face, How the War God simply Hated Yuan Shu.

And then Orochi came to bring everyone a second chance.. And it was the one chance Lu Bu had to find the interest in one individual in particular. The land had to face it, Lü Bu would not mind letting half of the nation burn under the hooves of Red Hare as the salamandra of fire followed leaving the charred trail. But if there was at least one place or section, It’s the place that sees Lü Bu’s position. Their enemies were also his own. Wu, Made by Sun Quan specifically, But he was a cub to the radiant Tiger that Lu Bu can respect, Like a Father he would relate. That man was Sun Jian himself, Someome who seen Dong Zhuo’s treachery and seen the War General Fight first hand.

Lü Bu met the Wu Lord on a mutual standing, No need to use the halberd unless offended. But he would show an air of greeting. "It’s been a while ever since the Swine finally met his end. And our run in with a Snake, I never really did took the time to Thank you properly for the help. Or even express that you are the only King that has the right to be a King. With your sons of course but you see where I’m getting at."

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— [☲] —  So this was the warrior of chaos, Lu Bu? He'd seen him do away with that tyrant known as Dong Zhuo, but it had been Sun Jian that did away with his countless armies. Sun Jian had refused to faced off against Lu Bu himself in the battle of Hu Lao gate, instructing his men to 'not pursue'. It had also been Sun Jian that had paid a visit to Yuan Shu when his supplies did not arrive. 

"I am no King, warrior. I only serve the emperor to the best of my ability, as all men should in this state of desperation." His lips upturned in a smile of congeniality, his rough-skinned hands resting at his sides. "King is a title I never want, nor shall I ever have in this lifetime. 'Father' suits me best!" 

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— [☲] —  ’The early bird catches the worm’, as his father always said. ‘Early to rise and early to bed.’ Even after all these years, the words never left the ears of the Tiger of Jiangdong. 

In the dark of the tent, the father felt his smile melt away, a hand massaging his eyes in the silence that surrounded him. Nearby he could hear the mosquito hum of another soldier’s snores, blowing in and out like the tooting of a horn. A soft chortle expressed his mirth as he slid out of bed, his shoulders still stiff from the long, armor-clad ride he’d made out to join the moving front. 

Without a single complaint of the crick in his neck, Wentai shrugged on his outer coat and shuffled into his boots, the armored greaves that buckled onto his shins glinting in the early morning light that peaked through the flap of his tent. Once armored, the father made a show of pushing open the fold, stepping out into the freezing, wet, morning air.

How he loved to smell the sea; the salty, enveloping scent that carried with it memories of home. Of his children he would soon carry upon his shoulders once again. He took his time in the experience of smell, breathing once again in and out and in and out, like the flicker of a flame that danced against the darkness in a lover’s chambers. 

With the glint of a horse’s plating sliding across his eyes, the moment was over and Sun Jian was ready to start the day. 

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— [☲] — Sun Jian's eyes wandered to take a gander at those who'd gathered before him. Many were not of this time, he was certain. Bright faces and names he would never hear in this lifetime, yet here they stood, some with smiles on their faces while others existed with such a sullen gaze. 

"Such a group of young faces, have I stumbled into the young crowd?" He laughed in jest, one hand flattening against his abdomen. "Tell me, whereabouts may I be?" 

    'And what time...?'

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Son-Ken has visited the Study

"Such a foul and fair a day I have not seen" The strategist murmured quietly, a sigh escaping his lips as sulphur eyes turned to the ruler of Wu, expressionless as ever.

"To what do I owe the pleasure, Sun Jian of Wu?" Sima Yi asked, something akin to amusement burning in his half concealed smirk and yet it was near impossible to track the man’s thoughts as he gazed upon his Lord’s rival for the land.

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— [☲] — The strategist of the Han regent Cao Cao? He'd heard that this man had been forced from his home, but was as brilliant as he was untrustworthy. Regardless, Sun Jian would never turn away a man willing to converse with him on an equal level, nor had this man done anything against he and his family! It would be rude to treat Cao Cao's strategist as an enemy, would it not? 

"Aye," He began, spreading chapped lips into a grin that pulled at the wrinkles in his face. The lined canyons were made up of the actions he'd taken in life, emitting a glorified light to shine from his eyes. 

"Don't suppose you can do me anything, my Lord. But I'm ever-interesting in getting to know a possible future companion on the battlefield as much as I am an enemy. Life's too short to drag ourselves in and out of distrust of those around us, wouldn't you say?" 

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╼╼ίт ωαs nice to finally see a familiar face. The younger tiger almost beamed, actually. How could he not? It was his father. Just as The Tiger was glad to have his son in the audience, Bofu was just as glad to be there. Who wouldn’t be?

"Sometimes you just got to be quick on your feet about improvising! Besides, can’t a son just say hello to his own father?"

Examining the other, he lifted an eyebrow before moving to stand closer. That look, he knew it. His father had a plan. 

"So, what’re you thinking our next move should be? A lot of people are getting anxious!" Of course, Ce was mostly talking about himself.

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— [☲] — "We need to wait for the emperor's word, my son. Don't be in such a rush to do what can be done in good time." Sun Jian chortled, shaking his wild, silver mane from side to side.

His son was always in such a rush to get things done, something that might turn into a problem for him later on in life. 

"What are your plans for the afternoon? You should take time off and see your friends. It's not right for a growing boy to work so hard without a piece of rest in between." Though there was truly little room for the Tiger to speak of such luxuries; he had dispelled a bandit group at sixteen, taking the leader's head! 

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— [☲] — The Tiger of Jiangdong was deep in contemplation, the rough skin of his work-worn fingers rubbing against the short, wiry hair upon his chin. He stroked it thoughtfully, the harsh expression that collapsed upon his older features hidden by the curtain of cascading shadow that filled the palace halls. 

Sun Jian had come to Luoyang to discuss matters of the impending invasion. Though little was known to him about the new generals surrounding Lord Cao Cao, he found it best to stray into the halls and become acquainted with the men he may one day be working alongside. 

From the corner of his eyes the old dog caught sight of a flash of pale skin and sparkling azure eyes. What would a youthful man be doing skulking about the corridors at such a time? The respected Tiger-- he who had conquered the tyrant Dong Zhuo in both wit and strength-- now turned his softened gaze to rest upon none other than Cao Pi, the son of the Warlord, Cao Cao. 

He offered a kind smile, one hand resting upon the tasset on his hip.

"Some night," Sun Jian began, "The weather cannot make up its mind to rain or snow."

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— [☲] — The proud father of the Little Conqueror shifted in his seat, the sound of the door's shutting slam fading fast. Sun Jian had not been expecting the much-appreciated company of his eldest son, but was all too eager to accept the young man into his empty audience. 

He'd been pondering the best approach to continue west, his chin stroking the stubble that surrounded his lower lip in thought. His mind was like an ever-glowing flame, flickering and lapping at brand new ideas. 

The grin Wentai wore on his face almost ached.

"Well, now. I don't remember ordering such a handsome young man to stroll his way in here." 

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"Ah! Lord Sun Jian! What a pleasure it is to be meeting you on this day!" It had been some time since he’d seen the old man— since Hu Lao Gate, in fact! "Tell me, what has the world been doing to such a hero as you?"

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— [☲] — Well, well, well. If it wasn't Lord Liu Bei; the Imperial Uncle! Time had passed since the old dog had last seen him, well before his self-bestowed need for conquest. How much time had passed? Months? Years? Decades? One could never be too certain. 

"It certainly has been a while, my Lord. Much too long for these old eyes to properly recognize that face from so far away." Wentai lumbered over, arms stretched out in a jovial manner before clapping one hand down onto the smaller man's back. The lines in his face stretched in mirth, the silver haired tiger doing all he could to appear as a friendly and accommodating host. 

At the younger's question, he erupted into loud guffaws, "The world could certainly be more hospitable, my Lord. Why, it hasn't even offered me a drink yet!" 

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-- [☲] --  'The early bird catches the worm', as his father always said. 'Early to rise and early to bed.' Even after all these years, the words never left the ears of the Tiger of Jiangdong. 

In the dark of the tent, the father felt his smile melt away, a hand massaging his eyes in the silence that surrounded him. Nearby he could hear the mosquito hum of another soldier's snores, blowing in and out like the tooting of a horn. A soft chortle expressed his mirth as he slid out of bed, his shoulders still stiff from the long, armor-clad ride he'd made out to join the moving front. 

Without a single complaint of the crick in his neck, Wentai shrugged on his outer coat and shuffled into his boots, the armored greaves that buckled onto his shins glinting in the early morning light that peaked through the flap of his tent. Once armored, the father made a show of pushing open the fold, stepping out into the freezing, wet, morning air.

How he loved to smell the sea; the salty, enveloping scent that carried with it memories of home. Of his children he would soon carry upon his shoulders once again. He took his time in the experience of smell, breathing once again in and out and in and out, like the flicker of a flame that danced against the darkness in a lover's chambers. 

With the glint of a horse's plating sliding across his eyes, the moment was over and Sun Jian was ready to start the day.