#fuckyeahcaocao

007 "You have earned my praise warrior!" The only ambition in history that rivals even that of the Demon King of the Sexy Sixth Heaven is the Hero of Chaos named Cao Cao, but if you want facts on the ruthless ruler of the Three Kingdoms, hit that mofo up; this here is Oda Nobunaga facts. Also, that flex, son.

( ooc;; WAHHHH. I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. ; O ; I wasn’t sure how to start it, SO I HOPE THIS IS OKAY! And don’t mind this little roleplay here, dwrpmasterlist, it’s just a little crack roleplay between fuckyeahCaoCao and I!~ ) The throbbing pain within the cage of his skull was… Unbearable. Any and everything from any source of light, to the pressure of the pillow against his head seemed to aggravate him beyond belief. He tried to deal with it as he’d often managed to do… However today seemed particularly painful. The constant thumping between his ears, the wrenching pain that pulsed through his head and gripped his very skull… He cringed as his body lay sprawled across his low-laying tent within his chambers, which eventually lead to the desperate cries for a certain medic. “Hua Tuo!” He called through the darkness created by the drawn curtains. It was funny, really, how no one was able to bring him to his knees but the own pain his body seemed to cause him. “Hua Tuo!” He gasped again in agony, body rolling towards the edge of the thin mattress. He couldn’t take it anymore. Laying down wasn’t helping--in fact, it only made the pain grow, it seemed. He bit his tongue in attempt to distract himself from the pain. He knew very well that it was an internal cause, however the suffering he felt resembled that of something or someone hacking away at the side of his head. He couldn’t feel blood, and he knew it wasn’t there as the discomfort was not from a physical blow taken to the head, though he still felt compelled to look just in case there was an obvious way of healing the hammering within his head. He soon realized yelling for his physician was no use and out came a heavy, agonizing sigh. Moving to stand, Mengde strode across the dim room towards a full-length mirror. With the blood rushing to his head upon standing abruptly--which he knew full well he shouldn’t have done--another groan of pain escaped him as he gripped his head and further stumbled towards the mirror. The pain would surely dissipate, however he wished it would do so immediately and not take it’s god-damn sweet time.

((OOC: OHYTHANKSZ. BUT YUHATE ME D<. :P Thanks man. XD

because he has been away for quite some time

I shaved today! Do I look ok without the moustache?

((OOC: This is quite a nice fan, it's just missing the elaborate decoration on the handheld part. :/))