Cyril Khan
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It is the past I see:
Wondering what to be,
Why I am here
Triviality I fear:
Questions of life
To an inner strife
Lessons of the day
Pushing them away;
Goodness is blessed
But only put to rest;
A struggle within
Leading straight to sin;
Power is employed
For goodness void:
Vice to darkness
Soul to blackness;
Actions not meant
But a pathway bent
Opened the wound
The heart ruined;
A life gone amiss
Falling into a dark abyss.
A change within me
At last I see
The bleeding gash
From action brash;
Light to darkness
Might to blackness
Vice to virtue
A thing long overdue;
Something never too late
Just came at a poor rate;
This path of dark destiny
To experience vest in me
Now I understand
What was planned;
Humility I’m not bereft
Teaching is only left;
My mistakes to warn
Failures never to morn.
You could say I’ve had a complicated life. I’ve spent the majority of my youth trying to find a purpose in life, the key to my existence, and the answers to life’s persisting questions. I’ll be honest when I say I’ve made some bad choices. It would be quite accurate to say that I made far more horrible selections than good in life. If I could go back, I wouldn’t change anything; my ignorance and failures have all lead to understanding. I have realized that there is really no way to answer ever little wonder in life; common desires have been seen as lethal and futile wants. I’ve found that power is not everything; it is just an item to feed greed and vice. Power, even used for good, is destructive and debilitating; such a thing can turn anyone from the holiest path. As power grows, so do the wounds of the being that possesses it. I will not lie; I speak from experience.
You must think I am a crazy old coot who has grown displeased with the modern world. I should say that is not the case. I do not speak like this often; the full intent is to warn of the dangers that can come from ignorance. I cannot steer anyone from their true path. Failure and vice lead to future successes and virtue if one allows the dark to come to light. I say this only to warn that if light doesn’t come to the darkness, the wound within will never be healed. I was close to such eternal destruction; if one is willing, the light will come and push away even the darkest abyss.
I must leave you now. Next time you wish to talk more, I am not hard to find. However, it is difficult to see me. I do not speak like this often. People who see me think me as an ordinary man with age old jokes. I am found playing table games in my free time and imparting minor knowledge to others. No one knows of my darker side, unless they have seen me like this. I am known to be energetic, optimistic, and content. This is all true; the way I am seen by people is the part of me that crawled from the wreckage of my past. If you wish to know more, feel free to come around sometime; however, you may find me to be a bit different than you expected.
Cer’asa is a form of external combat. It uses powerful strikes at a range and joint breaks in close quarters. I can hardly imagine a more aggressive and brutal form. The punches ware down the enemy, while the locks incapacitate the foe. Nearly every other close range move end with a neck crank that is lethal to the opposition. It is a vile form to learn, and I have shunned it. Even in my age, the techniques of this style can still be made use of.
As a youth I learned multiple forms of combat. These styles were often able to be used with interchangeable weapons. I mainly sought the focus of the sword and hand. It took a while, even for me, to master two powerful forms for these two weapons. I was lucky to have accidentally chosen an internal martial art. It was my first step to discipline.
Hingqa is a style known for its simple by strong strikes. Every motion is swift and powerful, yet extremely basic. Complex forms can overpower it in the more unique techniques; however, it is a style not to be underestimated. When used with a sword, the undemanding strikes can lead to speeds unimaginable. The closed fist hands kept the lessons of the sword in case the master was left unarmed.
Beggashang was the internal form that I studied. A sword becomes an extension of one’s self within this form. Balance is taught within this form; the user rarely stops moving and will often make extended strikes in seemingly off balance positions. All fist strikes are made open hand; the target zones are pressure points. The goal of the form, regardless of weapon, is to get to the opponents back; the finishing blow revolves around hitting the back.
As I began to reach the point where my body began to wither, I sought forms more like the internal one I mastered. I needed to learn combat that did not require strength. That way, I could continue to defend myself deep into my years. Even a fit old man cannot always match the fitness of the youth. However, age, experience, and knowledge will always trump youth, vigor, and impatience.
Eikojun was the first form I learned. I knew that it had one special property. The combat form teaches the user how to fight using the opposing strength as a weapon. Simple mechanics also play a huge role with the style. The form is unique; it rarely uses any form of blunt strike. Attacks consist mainly of joint locks and throws. The strategy is to take a counteroffensive mind; let the opponents attack destroy themselves. Only when an enemy is in a moment of weakness does this form become useful in aggression.
Garamoch does not look like any form of combat in practice. It is taught through a series of katas and forms that use mostly slow movements. It is an internal form that channels the internal energy of a user. A master of the style does not require huge muscles to be powerful in it. The open hand strikes, when sped up from the training exercises, used the strength in the flowing internal energy. In short, this internal energy can be considered one’s inner Force. Non Force sensitive people can use this form with intense training; however, a trained Force user can learn it rapidly and become devastating with it. Yet, few Force users are aware of the meditative properties of the form, and so few take advantage of it. In the hands of a master, this form can devastate near any combatant at a close range.
You may wonder how I learned all of these things in my lifetime. I can truly say I will never master all of them. Cer’asa is lost to me; I disown it. The others I continue to train in my free time. They are important to me, as they are what keep me as fit as I am. The process of learning them spans a lifetime, however. I have learned them through years of darkness and light. I studied them when my goals were corrupt and when they were just. Among this, I have a stronger mind than most. I learn at a rate beyond the average man. It may be my intelligence, but I believe it is because I hardly forget a thing.
Of course, these studies were also made possible because of another skill of my past: one that I shall not speak of yet: one that made me: one that shamed me. I do not have the time or mind to explain this past, and so this skill will not be told. It is something that will force me to reveal all my secrets, and this is something you are not ready to hear.
((Note: there is a lot I have not yet written out. He does have skills that I have not put down yet. However, if you must know (for a RPs this character is involved in) before I update again feel free to PM me.))
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