#MetalworkinProgress (应星 asks)

[celestial-narwhal]

[ BACK ]:          sender, noticing a strand of hair fall from the receiver’s hairdo, carefully tucks the strand back behind the receiver’s ear.

Jing Yuan @ Yingxing u know this boi is gay

Hair | Closed ★

Yingxing pauses, his usually impenetrable attention being broken at the feeling of a hand reaching out and sliding across his cheek. It takes a moment for him to process his thoughts from crafting mode into social interaction, the amber-eyed forge smith blinking owlishly at Jing Yuan before his brain finally has the chance to catch up with him.

"Ah, Jing Yuan, I hadn't noticed you come in! You should have said something!" he chatters, swiftly putting his soldering kit safely to the side, the iron tip still glowing red.

"I've gotta say, you really saved me with that one. I'm sure you know just how flammable hair is- one spark and suddenly bald will be in style. Remind me later that I owe you one," Yingxing laughs, clapping Jing Yuan on the back playfully, before letting his arm linger and wrap around the other's shoulder, grinning from ear to ear with a teasing smile. He brings Jing Yuan in close, dropping his voice a pitch to murmur lowly in his ear.

"So, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

For @everlastiingiimmortals

[celestial-narwhal]

A Lost Soul

Name: Blade (应星 YingXing) Species: Immortal weapon. Pronouns: He/Him (AMAB) Occupation: Stellaron Hunter Region of Origin: Xianzhou Alliance (Outworlder, planet unknown) Age: Eternal. Height: 6′3″ (190 cm) Birthday: May 3 HC Tag: ScarsEtchedinMetal (Blade Hcs) | EpitaphofTheForgeMaster (应星 hcs) General Tag: ASharpenedSword (Blade) | MemoirsofABlacksmith (应星) Verses: Past and Present, available below vvv

Ship Status: Highly selective due to his volatile nature. He is not sound of mind and I need to know I can communicate with ship partners comfortably before writing ships with him.

Blade: The sharpest weapon in Destiny's Slave's arsenal, Blade will not hesitate to end the lives of those who get in his way. Countless lives stain his hands, and many more are to come in order to achieve his ultimate goal. He does not see death as a harsh consequence to those he fights, however. To him, it is a blissful mercy.

His own death is his ultimate goal, after all.

When he fights, it's with abandon. He cares not for injuries he sustains, nor does he cower from taking what should be fatal blows. In fact, the pain he feels when he is harmed only enhances his power. As an unwilling immortal, his sense of touch has diminished significantly, nerves shot and numb. The only time he can feel is in the heat of battle after receiving an injury, which gives him a maddening high of catharsis. He is prone to losing himself to his mara and own mind when battles are commenced.

Outside of battle, he is a stoic, reserved man. His words are saved for necessity, and he is ever-loyal to the Stellaron Hunter's cause. It will inevitably bring him to his promise end, after all. He protects his fellow hunters without hesitation, and even humors their odd requests every now and then. While it may appear he is dispassionate, he listens intently to those he is involved with, engraving those memories into his mind the best he can.

Blade doesn't recollect the entirety of his own past, after all. Might as well make new memories with others.

The things he does remember, he keeps engraved in his mind. Of five people, three must pay a price. If any such people appear before him, he will not hesitate to keep to that oath.

应星 Yingxing: An apparition of the past. Blade's former self. He was known as the Furnace Master amongst the Xianzhou Luofu. He created numerous amounts of weapons and curios with curious powers, bringing him to notoriety despite not being a Xianzhou native. He made deep connections while living there, eventually becoming a part of the High-Cloud Quintet with his dearest friends.

Yingxing was a reserved, but not shy man. While seen as apathetic and arrogant to strangers, he openly showed his love to those he cherished by making countless gifts for them and smiled frequently, eyes shining with an affectionate fondness. He disliked being in the spotlight, reserving that mark for his bombastic friends and loved ones.

While he was not of any nobility or high blood, he held grace in his calm demeanor, always ready to encourage others to reach for the stars and remind them that they could do amazing things. If he, a short-lived outworlder, could work hard enough to surpass the long-lived that surrounded him despite his limited time, you could surely do that same. To those he was intimate with, he was teasing and playful, loving to see their reactions despite his actions often being a result of impulsivity.

Yingxing held a viscous vendetta against Denizens of Abundance after being enslaved in a work camp as a child, only to watch his family get devoured by the borisins before getting rescued by the Xianzhou Alliance. Due to this, he had a propensity to hold deep grudges and held no mercy for those of the Abundance. In fact, he basked in the ability to enact his revenge against them whenever he was allowed, a rather unsettling light always glinting in his eyes when his vengeance was performed.

He explored the world best through touch, embedding each sensation and feel into his memories with every brush of his fingers. Being a master forge smith, he was incredibly talented with his hands, being able to shape even the most complex shapes into form. When he focused on something, the rest of the world melted away and only him and said object existed, causing him to often work for days on end without rest. He held a strange stubbornness when it came to his craft, and he was always hellbent on finishing whatever he started.

Yingxing met his untimely end on the battlefield. Now he lays forever trapped within the weapon known as Blade. Immortality comes with consequence.

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