[Freeform|Original] Quirenyun's Imprinted

Many have wondered if their worries have ever been addressed.
Answered, shared, taken at least into some consideration…

Worries: many of unanswered queries and left to grow on their own like wildfire. They can range from simple concerns to a vast majority. In a small point, they are mutual among all. But who could voice them all at once? Or rather, act upon them? To the general public; Nobody. And thus continued the cycle. The cycle of ignoring the silent cries of concern- whether it be a concern about the economy, education, or more importantly, safety. Much of the people living in this piece of massive land simply shrugged it off and kept themselves in an ignorant bubble. And so the cycle of unanswered, worried calls burned brighter and brighter. And the day began anew. On a daily basis, the people of this certain place in the Sinchuan` continent go about their life free of worry. People walked around during the rather large rising sun, smelling the crisp Sinchuanese air through their small nostrils without a thing to disturb them. The feel of warmth tickling their light skin like a small feather, giving it’s people the warmth they needed after a long and chilly night. Children giggling while walking past small village homes down cobblestone paths. Bicycles- the never-ending craze for transportation swaggering down confidently. Life itself as it was: Perfect. But on the other end of the scope hid a secretive shadow among this. We see people- tall, honorable fathers hugging their sons and daughters goodbye as they slowly pull away from their tired little faces, too busy digging in deep into their father’s unfathomable warmth. The overwhelming sensation of longing, yet, their loved ones were right there. And finally, the sensation of acceptance. Acceptance that they may never return. These men weren’t ordinary fathers.

They were warriors of a newborn and thriving country- Quirenyun. And with them carried a large burden- the worries most have lately been hiding. They carried the worries of the government, a new haven which hoped to initially defend itself from neighboring countries from abroad in the Mein’Gung continent to the east. And thus, these men went off to help aid their very own cycle into perfect motion. The cycle of war. But with war comes casualties, and casualties comes public anger. With this comes a concern that raises a question- why send out more people to do such little things? And with that, an idea was born

During the time of life where swift government action was the key to survival, the idea of secret and tactical warfare was brought into life. The idea of sending out a lucky few- the very best in combat, strength, and stealth, was an idea built to last. And built to forever bind the ties of war which had only brought misery to families of unlucky casualties. These people…were organized specially for secretive missions involving very risky espionage missions and on rare occasions, full out combat to save their country from an unknown threat. With the harsh training in the Mantuanese art of combat mixed with proficient arms training, these people- these lucky few specialized operatives are what seem to be the greatest hope in upholding peace. One grueling mission at a time.

This RP is very much a product of a dream I've had. And you know, I think second time at this could be the charm. This RP does involve a lot of tactical espionage action, twists, and other crazy An Things, but it also offers a great opportunity for character development and interaction with the general Quirenyun public and environment (Which in itself is quite strangely interesting alone). Thanks for reading through all this, and I hope some may find this interesting~

 

Yay :>