Bai Lin, a rather filthy looking girl in her early 20s wrapped in the robes you might imagine a martial artist practicing monk might wear, stood on the beach with her mouth hanging open as she tried and failed to take in the seemingly endless expanse of crystal blue waters, or the gentle waves washing over the white sand beneath her feet. She had never seen any kind of natural vista so clean.
"That's...that's it, isn't it? The ocean. I'd heard the stories but...I've never seen anything like it in my life! It's beautiful..."
She blushed, faintly. "I probably sound pretty like some kinda backwater bumpkin right now, don't I? I guess I still am, in some ways."
-6-
The first encounter with the Avatar had gone poorly. There had been a land slide, a collapsing building, some explosions, and now everyone was separated. Lin hadn't seen anyone familiar in god knows how long, and she could feel her Mojo running out. It felt like a weird sort of coldness in her stomach. She'd started shouting out the names of the other hunters that had been with her with increasing panic while trying to find her way through the confusing city streets of this abandoned town, and then, when no one had responded, gotten really desperate.
Lin defined herself with willpower and optimism and curiosity, and the Gloom was taking all that away from her. She could FEEL it unmaking her, so she'd turned to a last ditch effort for generating just a tiny bit of Mojo.
And that is why you came across this rather awkward situation, having finally figured out where her shouts from earlier had been coming from. Bai Lin's face was vaguely puzzled, but mostly just blank. She was standing there, with her robes hanging open, her belt unbuckled, her fly unzipped, and her shorts partially pulled down. She had apparently been in the middle of getting undressed to start masturbating for the tiny trickle of Mojo that would have given her when the Gloom had gotten through her defenses and left her utterly unable to focus on anything beyond her own personal world of depression and misery.
She needed a jumpstart urgently. Now wasn't the time to be shy.
-8-
The warm climate of Firebrand had eventually convinced Lin to abandon her robes, so she now stood in the middle of one of the Order's gyms in shorts and a tank top. She was slowly going through various martial arts forms, with skill and grace. The motions made her almost seem weightless, while the punches and kicks struck with lightning quickness. She gave the impression of being very good, but it still probably came as something of a surprise when she ended the form with a standing ten foot vertical jump, before slowly fluttering to the ground like a feather on the wind.
When she landed, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes again and let out a deep breath. "I can still do it." she said to herself, quietly. "No matter how strange the world gets, I can still count on myself, at least."
-Or just make something up!-
[Bai Lin is a former ascetic monk turned wandering martial artist, doer of good deeds, and professional ray of sunshine. She hails from the post apocalyptic atomic wasteland of 22nd century China.]
Bai Lin | OC | OTA
Bai Lin, a rather filthy looking girl in her early 20s wrapped in the robes you might imagine a martial artist practicing monk might wear, stood on the beach with her mouth hanging open as she tried and failed to take in the seemingly endless expanse of crystal blue waters, or the gentle waves washing over the white sand beneath her feet. She had never seen any kind of natural vista so clean.
"That's...that's it, isn't it? The ocean. I'd heard the stories but...I've never seen anything like it in my life! It's beautiful..."
She blushed, faintly. "I probably sound pretty like some kinda backwater bumpkin right now, don't I? I guess I still am, in some ways."
-6-
The first encounter with the Avatar had gone poorly. There had been a land slide, a collapsing building, some explosions, and now everyone was separated. Lin hadn't seen anyone familiar in god knows how long, and she could feel her Mojo running out. It felt like a weird sort of coldness in her stomach. She'd started shouting out the names of the other hunters that had been with her with increasing panic while trying to find her way through the confusing city streets of this abandoned town, and then, when no one had responded, gotten really desperate.
Lin defined herself with willpower and optimism and curiosity, and the Gloom was taking all that away from her. She could FEEL it unmaking her, so she'd turned to a last ditch effort for generating just a tiny bit of Mojo.
And that is why you came across this rather awkward situation, having finally figured out where her shouts from earlier had been coming from. Bai Lin's face was vaguely puzzled, but mostly just blank. She was standing there, with her robes hanging open, her belt unbuckled, her fly unzipped, and her shorts partially pulled down. She had apparently been in the middle of getting undressed to start masturbating for the tiny trickle of Mojo that would have given her when the Gloom had gotten through her defenses and left her utterly unable to focus on anything beyond her own personal world of depression and misery.
She needed a jumpstart urgently. Now wasn't the time to be shy.
-8-
The warm climate of Firebrand had eventually convinced Lin to abandon her robes, so she now stood in the middle of one of the Order's gyms in shorts and a tank top. She was slowly going through various martial arts forms, with skill and grace. The motions made her almost seem weightless, while the punches and kicks struck with lightning quickness. She gave the impression of being very good, but it still probably came as something of a surprise when she ended the form with a standing ten foot vertical jump, before slowly fluttering to the ground like a feather on the wind.
When she landed, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes again and let out a deep breath. "I can still do it." she said to herself, quietly. "No matter how strange the world gets, I can still count on myself, at least."
-Or just make something up!-
[Bai Lin is a former ascetic monk turned wandering martial artist, doer of good deeds, and professional ray of sunshine. She hails from the post apocalyptic atomic wasteland of 22nd century China.]