For the record, joining the Warden on their quest to stop the Blight had actually seemed like a good idea at the time. The cause was noble enough; Mitsunari would possibly learn a thing or two as a mage, from the circle mage and the apostate that accompanied them – and he would be safe from templars. That, in itself, sweetened the pot incredibly. The Warden having so nobly saved both the Dalish clan he’d been seeking refuge within in addition to freeing the werewolves had also won the Denerim alienage-born elf as well – tension between he (as a city elf) and some of the clan aside.
It had seemed like an advantageous decision – until he’d met the templar that journeyed with them. He made an effort not to betray his feelings – but shit, he ought to have known that this couldn’t have been so perfect. He’d made the mistake in assuming the only imperfection was the whole darkspawn-infestation thing. And, well, now that he’d acquired a staff to call his own, he couldn’t play non-mage with the daggers he also had on his person. Tough. Maybe he should have held off on the staff thing. It wasn’t like he was spectacular as a mage quite yet, in any case. His stealth was likely more valuable to the group than his magic ability.
His journey with them back to camp was, on his end, rather silent – unsure of where to fit into the mold, and knowing everything he had against him, despite being in the company of other mages and elves (just not combined, was all), he was unsure of how to interact with them. It wasn’t that he was intimidated (though Morrigan and Wynne were, in their own way, certainly intimidating) – he was cautious. The templar thing had also very much thrown him off, and Mitsunari automatically didn’t like him – which, of course, was rather immature, he supposed, but he wasn’t exactly inclined to care, either.
“How cozy,” he’d finally remarked as they’d entered camp, setting the sack of small things he’d accumulated down not far from the fire that would soon be started. “All this dirt reminds me of my home in Denerim.” Not that he was particularly welcome there anymore, he imagined. Not after he’d killed the arl’s son. Whoops. Not wishing to linger on that memory, he casually changed the subject. “So – the ashes. Andraste’s ashes. That’s… a real thing, then? Or is that still to be determined?”
His trip to the Brecilian Forest with the Warden and others was… something else. Disgusting was perhaps a good word. He had stored his favoured armour away in place of a heavy Templar set that covered him from head to toe, leaving him looking exactly like those grouches back at the Circle. But the Warden had insisted that it could be beneficial, and he decided to give it a go.
In short, it was a big mistake. It was far more hot with a helmet, the weight of the armour slowed his movements, and his vision felt impaired by it. It wasn’t like he hadn’t worn Templar armour before, but using it in serious combat was not his cup of tea. Thankfully, the werewolves were not quite organized enough to catch him off guard, save for a few scratch marks on the armour from those long claws of theirs.
Really, he just wanted to wear something that didn’t scream ‘look at me, I’m a Templar’.
He found himself quite suspicious of the new companion who so conveniently offered his assistance, and had seemed far too eager to tag along. Granted, he had not been with the group for very long either as he and Wynne had joined from the Circle, however something about the elf bothered him – and it was not his magic. He clearly hadn’t belonged to that Dalish clan, nor did he even seem like someone who had lived in the wilderness for a long period of time. He hoped that Lady Cousland at least saw something in the amateur mage that he did not.
Finally within camp, he removed his helm, letting his long hair fall down against his back. He set the helm aside, casting a small glare at said helm before he wiped small beads of sweat from his brow and combed his fingers through his hair. It could use a wash tonight before rest.
Zihuan listened to his commentary while removing the rest of the armour, reminding himself to take note of, well, everything that would be said now and later. If any part of his story changed in the future, it would be all the more reason to not place trust in him. Though, in hindsight, he was taking so much caution as if he wanted the elf to be insincere, which was untrue.
❝–We’ve yet to discover the answer ourselves,❞ he answered flatly, turning to face him. ❝If all goes as intended, we’ll find out soon.❞
i. First and foremost, please do not steal my headcanons, my graphics, or anything of the sort. I put a lot of thought and care into those. Thank you~!
ii. Cao Pi is not always a nice guy. He can be a sadist and has a crude sense of humour. He doesn't put up with stupidity, and has a lack of patience at times. Do take this in mind that he IS a prince/emperor depending on the timeline, and will more than likely take great offense to being treated like a peasant. Especially if it’s intentional.
iii. Goes without saying, but Cao Pi and I are not the same. He can be a real jerk sometimes, but that doesn’t reflect how I feel, ye? I swear I'm a nice person fkdjlgkj--
iv. Please don’t godmod. That also goes without saying!
v.I don’t accept M!A’s unless posted otherwise. I get pretty bored with them.
vi.I’m totally chill with following/rping with other Cao Pi blogs! I love seeing 'em~
vii.This blog is selectively multiship. Cao Pi is attracted to physical appearance before getting to know someone better, but just ‘cause you’re good looking doesn’t mean he wants a relationship.
- Side note: I will likely not want to ship with you if you are a Lu Xun. Pi/Xun is my otp and I’m very picky about who I write that with whooops.
- I exclusively ship Pi/Mitsunari with sxkichi.
viii. I don’t mind pre-established relationships, so long as it’s discussed first!
ix. OC sons, daughters, siblings or whatever are also okay, again as long as it’s discussed so he doesn’t get bombarded all of a sudden (especially children). I absolutely love family relations, but I also like to know it's coming :'D
x. I WILL NOT SMUT WITH MINORS. I have absolutely no exceptions to this.
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There is freedom waiting for you,
On the breezes of the sky,
And you ask "What if I fall?"
Oh but my darling, What if you fly?
basic information
Name: Cao Pi.
(Pronounced T'sao Pi).
Style name: Zihuan.
Kingdom: Wei.
Role: Prince/Emperor.
Age: 27
Height: 6'0" (182cm)
DOB: December 23, 187AD.
Death: June 29, 226AD.
Western Zodiac: Capricorn.
Chinese Zodiac: Fire Tiger.
Element: Ice.
Weapon: Dual blade.
history
From a young age, Cao Pi had exceptional talent. He was "the perfect child" as quoted by others, and was also said to have quite the bashful side in his youth. He was the third son of Cao Cao who was known as the King of Wei and Hero of Chaos, and his mother was Lady Bian.
In these early years, he honed his talents in swordsmanship and archery, until he was able to wield almost any weapon ambidextrously, and shoot a bow with great precision from horseback. His skills only improved as his age progressed.
Exceptional as he was, however, he was not initially heir to the throne; his elder half-brother named Cao Ang was. Cao Ang was a man that Cao Pi looked up to greatly, and out of all of his siblings, he felt the strongest bond with him. Often he would follow his brother around, eagerly watching and learning from him. In turn, he was a particular favourite to Cao Ang.
Their time shared was short-lived. When the events of Wancheng occurred, Cao Pi was about ten years old and had almost lost his own life that day. Cao Ang himself had given their father his horse to escape, and he was left behind on the battlefield, never to be seen again.
The loss of his elder brother struck him hard, as it did for many. Coming to terms with never seeing him again, hearing his voice - it was impossible for him. Cao Pi had shut down, wallowing in depression, distancing himself from all those around him. While his connection to his father appeared to improve, he rarely offered a second glance to his brothers and sisters any longer. During his nights of grief, Cao Pi made the decision to do everything he could to succeed his brother. He changed, and was no longer the kind and sweet boy he was before, but rather a hard working and devoted son.
While ambidextrous, he wrote only with his right hand. Cao Pi was an excellent writer; he loved literature and poetry like his father and wrote over a hundred articles on various subjects. He wrote Yàn Gē Xíng, the first Chinese poem in the style of seven syllables per line.
In 200 AD following Yuan Shao's defeat at the hands of Wei, Cao Pi would meet Lady Zhen, who was Yuan Shao's daughter-in-law. He fell in love with her and married her not long after. She bore him two children; his son and heir Cao Rui, and a daughter. However, there were whispers of Cao Rui not truly belonging to Cao Pi, but to Lady Zhen's previous husband due to her pregnancy shortly after their meeting. As such, it was possible that their only child together was really Princess Dongxiang. Even though it was possible, Cao Pi disregarded those rumours and treated Rui as blood.
Wei's victories and morale only continued to grow, until the time came when they faced against the Wu and Shu alliance at Chibi. Cao Pi was left with a physical reminder of Wei’s failure at that time. With their massive fleet, everything was in their favour until the wind changed direction. Through Wu and Shu's schemes, the entirety of Wei's naval fleet was set ablaze, and they were forced to retreat in shame.
As the flames grew higher and he fled from battle, he was struck by falling debris from the ships, which burned through his attire and left a painful wound on his back. By the time he was treated, it was already too severe to heal completely. When he recalls that battle, he notes that he still feels the sensation along the scarred skin. It was this event that increased his fear of failure, and ignited his complete and utter disdain for the other kingdoms.
Indeed, he learned from his father's mistakes through the many years - but at what cost, he continued to wonder.
After his father's death, the kingdom was then ruled by Cao Pi. Cao Pi forced Emperor Xian to abdicate his throne to fully wipe out the Han Dynasty, however it caused a rift between him and his sister, Cao Jie, due to her marriage to the emperor. His reign from then on was relatively peaceful. Although some internal conflicts were present, there were no major revolts. Due to his paranoia, he had many eyes and ears within Wei, especially around his siblings. They were his spies and reported anything of interest to him.
Though his reputation was that of a man whose heart was frozen to the core, those who knew him personally knew otherwise. His softness was restricted for his wife and children, and he was more relaxed around a particular few of his generals.
Come his late thirties, he grew ill. It was very slight at first, and he thought little of it. However, as time progressed, it worsened. It continued into coughing fits and to the paleness of his skin. His once perfected talents were now something he struggled with, and his hand shook with each stroke of his brush. He gradually became bedridden and unable to recover from illness, and he died at the age of 38 in the summer of June 29, 226. He was posthumously known as Emperor Wen.
side notes
It's noted that Cao Pi was interested in the supernatural, and set aside his poetry to write the occasional ghost story.
Cao Pi had a fondness for grape wine, speaking highly of its richness and sweetness. He was very tolerant of alcohol, but drank in moderation as he had a tendency to get 'carried away' when far too intoxicated.
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