Summer’s Wind God(s): Susano’o Epithet: Summer’s Wind Type: Questing, War Games, Plot Home: Eye of The Storm. Overview Summer’s Wind isn’t for everyone. A simple statement, it is meant for those who are interested in acquiring not only mental fortitude, but physical discipline. It welcomes “Lions” as well as “Sheep”. However. . . There is nothing special about a “Lion” leading “Sheep”. Susano’o is more interested in the “Sheep” that leading “Lions”. If you are lost, the main focus is to create leaders. A pride of fierce warriors that are the literal manifestation of “Calm before the storm.” Taming one’s wild side and utilizing it to its most effectiveness while still keeping a calm and serene set of mind. Susano’o wants to harness such, he wants every one of his members to ripen and develop. Blossoming into the hardened warriors he himself is. With this said, Susano’o isn’t opposed to taking extra care of an individual. For if they are under his banner and they don’t bloom into fruition, he will nurture them if they catch his eye. For if he can’t make a simple Mortal bloom, then what is he as a God? That is a personal challenge that he has set for himself. Being a Samurai at heart, he welcomes the challenge of course. Members Ranks shall be filled out as members join. Wakizashi: Katana: Additional Information Rules Rule I: There is to be no conflict within the temple’s walls. If there is any sort of tension brewing, it is to be taken directly to Susano’o and he will settle it. Rule II: Members must work together, showing aid to new and old allies alike. Rule III: After a successful event, it is mandatory to celebrate. Looking for Susano'o is looking for people who truly wish to better themselves as people, aiming to acquire a seat amongst god's as the strongest.
Susano'o, huh? "Well, as of this moment I'm familia-less. So let's you and I meet up, grab a cup o' joe, and we talk yeah?."
"Mmn, alright. If you wish to join, we can discuss matters over in the Upper Quarters. I will be waiting." A grin was raised, the being drifting down towards the populous below. Awaiting the unripened fruit. [ Exit to: The Calm Winds ]
