Well, this name actually does have a meaning, as far as I can tell without being linguist. Based on it, I presume his full name is something close to Crooked Crane. He keeps just the first part, since name that include Crane are considered a bit old-style among the Delzhan.
It's also an "ugly name", meaning his parents didn't want the spirits to envy him for being too pretty, and gave him a bad-sounding name.
Until he resolves his inner turmoil, yes, he finds it incredibly difficult to be appealing to others, as he has a hard time simply relating to them. That said, he might be able to do that as a logical process (meaning the skill points aren't lost). He just isn't a natural at it.
Manipulation 5 is the other side of it. He finds it easier to see what makes people tick and push that, than relating to them. At the moment, of course.
Seducing isn't part of his immediate plans...or rather, relationships aren't, one-night-affairs are fine. Read below when we get to his intimacies.
I was betting on it being Rivertongue, Tradetongue, or Flametongue, but wasn't sure. As it is, I believe knowing Tradetongue fits well with his concept, so no need to change anything.
BTW, if I wanted Manipulation 5 only for the Guile, why wouldn't I have Charisma 5 for the Resolve instead?
They're not "the two sex charms", there are Presence charms as well
Performance is singing, playing music, acting and dancing.
Does that explain how you can use it for seduction
And while Inspire is what I want for changing people's Intimacies...well, if I don't want to change their feelings, I want an Instill action (p.217). One of the example actions: instill lust. The ability usually used according to the text? Performance.
Presence is knowing what to say when talking. Performance is the dance that makes the chick so hot she wants to jump out of them clothes.
I'm not sure about his craft. Jewelery crafting, woodworking, something like that. If both of those are fine, I'd think some more and take one of them.
I don't expect to actually use it, mind.
It amuses me that he doesn't have an intimacy for his lover in particular, only for cute women in general. I applaud this. xD
And there's a very good reason why he doesn't have one: she betrayed the group - you know what the Chiaroscurian think of people who get in league with the undead.
Which lead to the other events.
"I go according to the directions, as I had them memorized, and then bump into a dead end, reaching the wall of a tannery - between a smith's place and a tavern for people that can drink despite the stench of the tannery. It's unsure whether it's the unwashed drunks that smell worse, or the shit the tanner is using.
The laughter behind my back is telling me I might be right both on the dead and on the end parts of it. I turn to see the guy I'd trashed but a few days ago, sitting there and gripping my girl's breast.
"Kneel", he hisses. "Kneel and swear allegiance, and I might be merciful! I want to kill you, you know that, but the Master would rather have you as a servant."
His master is behind him, a dark cloak behind him, holding a sword of dark steel with screaming, damned souls in it. It nods. Oh, technically, it had breasts, but the undead? They're things.
It's not knowing to die that hurts my heart worse. No, it was the spear in my girl's hands. She's holding it without flinching, ready to defend the men who are planning to kill me - from me.
I have little doubts the note was authentic, too. I take out my multi-sectioned staff, and measure it against the spear in my mind.
"Master", the man looks at the thing. "He chose to die!"
The thing is fast, real fast. It's next to me, swinging the great blade. I move my handles, parrying the first blow without thinking, not letting it split my wooden weapon. It presses me back, allowing no counter, and hisses.
"That's your last opportunity!"
"Go rot in a grave, and take her rotting soul for company", I answer. "Pasiap, keep me alive until I destroy the abominations! Mela, give me the ferocity of the warrior wind!"
That was the moment when a sun shone upon my brow, and its arrows came alive one after the other, like spokes in a wheel. Each one was accompanied by the hissing of snakes, screams of flying cranes, screeches of monkeys, and other animal sounds. Was that roar a dragon, or a lion, though?
And over all of this, the stench of blood and jasmine. Which, as I realised, was also emanating from me.
A single parry, made in an impossible way, disarmed it...literally - breaking his wrists. Then I moved, gripped its neck in the chains, and stepped in a half-circle, smashing its head in the wall.
I had to parry the spear. The light shone even brighter as I delivered a snap kick to my girl's temple.
My soul screamed. It was no longer my girl, I reminded myself, as I was spinning around and delivering an even more powerful second kick.
She fell, unmoving, and her fall pained me far more than it pained her, for I believe the spirit had already left her body. What can a man do, when his beloved betrays not just their people, but all people on the world? Can you say "joining a cult of filthy unliving creatures"?
Almost lost in these thoughts, I swung the three-sectioned staff, killing the guy instantly. If only I had done this outright, in our previous fight! Would I have been spared the previous moment, with the body falling softly and feeling nothing, that I would be living time and time again in my dreams?
Who knows? I am no philosopher, and I doubt they'd have an answer, either. Though they might wish they had one. But these people are, way too often, wrong in the head anyways.
After that, the staff sang its buzzing song, and the cult members who were there, fell down. The abomination rose again, and I broke its kneeecaps.
Only after it had seen the loss of all of its cultists did I turn towards it, and smashed its head almost level with the stone pavements.
The Crane doesn't kill...usually. But I didn't understand my new abilities at that point. All I knew that only the greatest warriors, even among the Dragon-Blooded can defeat a member of an armed group without killing - and I didn't consider myself one.
It was only later that I realised: I wasn't one, because I was already better.
As for Ox-Bodies, I might want them...but I'd rather have other Resistance charms instead. And we'll see how much fighting he would do, anyway.
Do you want a Dynast Ally or simply one who is a highly ranked Immaculate? Did you have any preference for which House they come from, if the former? I seem to recall you mentioning that he spars with an Immaculate sometimes, so I wanted to ask.
No preferences. It's a 3-dot Merit, because I like allies, and someone as powerful as a young Terrestrial sounds neat. Doesn't even have to be a Terrestrial. I'm not even sure about gender or how they met. Feel free to surprise me!
Regarding Limit Trigger, is "seeing people suffering uselessly" broad enough?
Ah, and of course! What's his anima banner when it goes Iconic?
A battlescene with a crane, a snake, a monkey and a tiger, which quickly becomes a chaotic mess after the phoenix joins in, and ends up with the appearance of an armed man and a dragon, which are either ready to pounce each other, or are allies.
And of course, the sounds of thunder and the stench of blood covered with jasmine scent, as mentioned above.