Meili Feng
Character


- Hungering blade
- Alchemized
- Tutuminis
- Instinct

Hunger:
The blade hungers, there's no other word for it. The spirit bound within the hungers for the force, for some sustenance to sate its appetite. However, since it is bound within the blade it is unable to feed unless the blade strikes or cuts something infused with the force. Upon which time the spirit will draw as much energy into itself as it can, when striking an artifact, or other non organic object, this can weaken them so repeated contact can drain it of the force and potentially destroy it. When striking an organic individual the spirit will draw energy from them which can result in the following symptoms; a feeling of weakness, blurred vision, unsteady movement and vertigo.
Bonded Strength:
While the spirit in the blade draws on the force with every strike, the blade is a cruel piece of art that will never let it keep that taste of life and the force. Runes and enchantments in the blade draw the energy out of the spirit, funneling it into the wielder of the blade. Thus, with every strike more and more power is provided to the user, providing a stream of force energy that will let them fight harder and longer than they might normally be capable of.
Master-crafted:
While Jiaolong is an alchemized blade, Auksifas Kal'Evos chose not to rely solely on the power of alchemy and the force when crafting the blade. Instead, he chose to use it to enhance the sword’s capabilities instead. He started with an ingot of songsteel, folding and forging it again and again to create a layered blade that was both light and durable before the edges of the blade were sharpened down to a molecular edge. It was only then that the blade was alchemized, the increase durability and indestructibility provided by the alchemical process protecting the edge from dulling while the lightweight design off-set some of the weight caused by the alchemy. The result was a blade that could still be wielded with either one or two hands, study enough to take a blow while still being fast enough to make the quick cuts and strikes needed in a duel.
Not Mindless:
While the spirit sealed in the blade is a manifestation of hunger, it is not entirely mindless. It won’t be reciting poetry or debating philosophy, but it retains a certain awareness and cunning. Over the centuries it has experienced countless battles and techniques, and the blade remembers. The spirit doesn’t seek to drive the wielder into a mindless state of attack but will seek to guide the user to victory, to the point where it can kill the opponent and draw their energy from them to sate the never ending hunger. The guidance flowing from the sword comes in a sense of instinct, as if you have experienced far far in excess of what you truly hold. A beginner who places a hand on the Jiaolong might be able to face a swordmaster...while their hand stays on the hilt.
Alchemized:
The blade is a mastercraft of smithing and smith alchemy, pushing the craft to its limits to create a weapon that is able to stand against the good and powerful of the galaxy. Imbued with the power of tutaminis along with the standard alchemized capabilities such as nigh-invulnerability and the ability to draw force lightning into itself. The imbued ability of tutaminis enhances the energy transfer built into the blade, while allowing it to better handle shots from blasters or any other energy attacks. The flow of energy can be reversed as well, the wielder pumping energy into the blade to allow for a more powerful strike, or to provide elementally charged attacks.

Hungry Spirit:
The spirit contained in the blade can never be sated and will always hunger for more and more energy to feed it’s never ending hunger. Unable to act on its own the spirit’s hunger infuses the blade, to touch it is to feel a weight pressing on your psyche. To draw it is to make a connection with the spirit itself. While this can empower the wielder as the energy drawn from the spirit is passed into them it also carries the spirits hunger and anger as your own. Those who wield the blade are drawn forward into an almost rage fuelled attack where they need to keep striking, to keep feeding.
Specialized Design:
The Jiaolong suffers from the same issues as any specialized sword meaning it is far less effective when used out of the style of combat which it was designed for. The Jiaolong is a duelling sword, designed for fast cuts and strikes at an opponent, it is not designed to go toe to toe in a battle of traded blows. It’s thing tapered design means there is less metal to take the blows meaning the wielder has to compensate through raw strength or be knocked around when they try to block a strike.
Dark is the art:
The Jiaolong is a piece of art, pushed to the very limits of craftsmanship, but a cruel and twisted piece of art at that. The spirit bound into the blade was once a living Huli who was the subject of a horrific ritual conducted by Auksifas Kal'Evos during which they were driven beyond all reason, forced to become a wound in the force before they were killed by the freshly forged Jiaolong. As such that emptiness that came with being a wound was ingrained into their spirit, giving it the hunger that was the key to the blade. The fox skin of the huli was then tanned into the leather of the handle so that their spirit would reach out to their flesh, creating the connection through which any energy obtained would travel. Although it’s sheath is designed to seal the blade completely from the outside world, such pain and darkness went into the forging of the blade that once drawn it echoes through the force around it. Those who can touch the force feel it as a beacon of the darkside, filling the force with the feeling of pain and screams unheard. Those who lack force sensitivity can still feel the wrongness of the blade, a sensation of coldness and sorrow that never ends.
Riding the Tiger’s back:
The Jiaolong is a powerful blade that carries with it the weight and history of the ages, experience and instinct along with a driving anger and hunger that can pull you to victory. But, there is a cost. The more you rely on the blade, on the abilities it gives you, the more addicted you become to that feeling of power that it brings. Unless you can control it then the more the spirit can twist your psyche, and the more aggressive you become the more likely you are to fight, to feed the blade and yourself in a cycle that will eventually turn you into a husk that exists only to fight. So it has been as it was passed down through the years till it was delivered by Auksifas to the hands of young Meili Feng.
Alchemized:
Like any other alchemized artifact if the Jiaolong enters a force nullification field its additional capabilities are suppressed until it leaves the area leaving it as nothing more than a sharp sword.

The Tale of the Hunger Blade, Jiaolong
(A recollection passed down through the oral tradition of the monks of Shanliang Tingzi)
(A recollection passed down through the oral tradition of the monks of Shanliang Tingzi)
Ah… gather close, traveler.
The night is long, and there are stories the dark still remembers — stories of things that were forged when men tried to play gods.
One such story is of the Hunger Blade.
They call it Jiaolong.
Long ago, before the wars that tore the stars apart, there lived a smith named Auksifas Kal’Evos. Some say he was half-man, half-demon, his heart beating in rhythm with his forge. He was the greatest of his age — perhaps of any — but greatness breeds pride, and pride is a hunger of its own. Auksifas sought to forge a weapon so perfect that even the Force would bend before it.
He took songsteel — that bright, singing metal — and folded it again and again until it whispered secrets only he could hear. For forty nights his hammer fell, and with every strike, something in the air grew colder. And when the steel was ready, he bound to it the spirit of a Huli, a fox of light and cunning. They say she had tricked death itself once, but even she could not escape the chains of a master smith’s will.
He flayed her, body and soul, and bound her spirit to the molten blade. Her flesh became the leather of the hilt, her essence woven into the steel like threads of moonlight drowned in tar. When the forging was done, the forge itself went silent — no hiss, no spark, no breath of wind.
And so was born Jiaolong, the blade that hungers.

It is said that when the sword drinks blood, it is not the blood it seeks — it is life. Strike once, and the spirit within feasts. Strike again, and it drinks deeper, until even the strongest warrior feels their strength fade and their soul grow thin.
But here’s the curse, child — the power doesn’t die.
The blade gives it back.
Every drop of stolen life, every spark of light it devours, it feeds into the hand that wields it.
The weak grow mighty.
The dying fight on.
The timid strike with the fury of gods.
And through it all, the blade whispers. Not in words — no, never words — but in instincts, in the pull of muscle and thought. It guides your hand before you even think to move. A novice could stand before a master and live. But that gift, ah… it comes with a price.
For the Huli’s spirit never rests. Its hunger never ends. To hold the blade is to share in that hunger — to crave the fight, to yearn for the kill. And once you’ve tasted the rush of it — that terrible, beautiful power — you will never want to let it go. The more you wield it, the more it wields you.

The old masters used to say: “He who draws Jiaolong rides the tiger’s back.”
And you know what they say about tigers — once you climb on, you can never climb off.
The blade itself is a wonder to behold. It gleams like silver and smoke, edges sharper than breath. It can catch lightning, drink fire, and turn blaster bolts into light for its own strikes. Yet beneath that beauty lies sorrow. The Huli’s pain runs deep, and even now the Force trembles where it sleeps. Those who can feel the Force sense it screaming. Those who cannot simply feel cold — a wrongness that sinks into the bones.
Some say the sheath seals away its voice, but the moment you draw it — even a finger’s width — the air goes still, and the world listens.
Many have carried the Hunger Blade.
Heroes. Warlords. Monsters.
None have kept their souls.
Each one thought they could master it, that they could feed the spirit without becoming part of its hunger.
Each one was wrong.
And so Jiaolong passes from hand to hand, across the ages — always gleaming, always whispering, always waiting.
Perhaps even now it rests somewhere, buried in sand or sealed in stone, its voice quiet but not silent.
So remember this, wanderer — should you ever find a sword that hums low like a heartbeat and feels warm to the touch…
walk away.
Do not draw it.
Do not even speak its name.
For the Hunger Blade remembers — every hand, every strike, every soul it has ever devoured.
And it will remember you too.
Out Of Character Info
Intent:
To submit a sword for use in RP
Image Source(s):
https://www.ebay.com/itm/375079206013?itmmeta=01JCRYVDWFJHWR1MATDS3CEVTJ&hash=item5754767c7d%3Ag%3Al-UAAOSwYhJjayHu
Canon Link:
N/a
Permissions:
N/a
Technical Information
Affiliation:
Meili Feng
Model:
Jiaolong
Modular:
No
Material:
Songsteel, Huli Leather
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