Post by mulan on Dec 29, 2011 21:32:10 GMT -5
...Mu-lien Fang Zhou*
*Protect my family, defend my country.*
[/size]*Protect my family, defend my country.*
...basics*
name Mu-lien Fang Zhou
nickname Muli, Lee-lee, Mumu, Mulan (due to her uncanny resemblence to Mulan from Disney)
age 17
gender Female
grade 11/Junior
hometown Hong Kong, China
sexuality Heterosexual
personification Mulan
status Dormant
face claim Rulu Jiang Xin
...appearance*
hair color Dark Brown/Black
eye color Dark Brown/Black
build Average/Skinny
height 5'5
clothing style Traditional Chinese/Japanese, Boyish or Moveable/Flowy
distinctive traits Long hair, odd clothing style, usually carries a blade when she can.
...personal*
personality
Mu-lien is sort of an odd girl, when you think of the asian girl stereotype. When you think of asian girls, what do you think of? The bubbly, cute, hyperactive asian or the cute, shy and nerdy asian? Either way, you would be wrong when it came to Muli. Mulan's reincarnation is much like the asian war hero. Passionate, yet cold. Honourable, calculating, thinks things through yet on her feet at the same time. Mu-lien is highly intelligent, and although she doesn't suit the nerdy stereotype, she does love to read. Especially history and languages.
She's also quite violent. If you get her furious enough, heads will roll. You better not be around when the knife comes out. That being said, it's not that easy to get her truly angry enough to hurt anyone. Mad? Oh yes, definitely. Frustrated? Guarunteed (She's not very patient). But not enough to kill or anything.
Mu-lien is incredibly focused and determined when it comes to her goals and she can't stand being still for too long, which is part of the reason why she is so good with riding, gymnastics and martial arts. However, the main reason why she was so terribly behind was because she was so clumsy. Seriously! The girl tripped over EVERYTHING! So, although she's graceful when she rides, does gymnastics or fights, any other time and she's tripping over air or falling into garbage cans or dishwashers.
Now, you'd think that that was all there was to Mu-lien, right? Wrong. First, she's incredibly polite. She has no idea why, she just insists on being polite. And, although she can be incredibly awkward, she is usually pretty frindly. Of course, even though she's friendly, she can seem cold and shy at the first meeting, as if she were trying to figure them out. Mu-lien doesn't trust easily, so it's hard for her to make true friends. Especially seeing as she's usually ressed like a boy, when not in traditional garb. She has no true reason behind it, jus tthat it's extremely comfortable to her.
past
Mu-lien Fang Zhou was born in Hong Kong, China, in 1994. The Zhou family was a relatively small family; Just her, her parents, and her two grandmothers (her baby sister wasn't born yet)
From a young age, Mu-lien learned to love anything traditionally Chinese or Japanese (her father's mother was Japanese), yet hate girly things. Why? Well, partly because it was in her nature, and partly because her parents were very traditional the way they brought her up, and she loved it. However, her grandmother's loved to doll her up, and treated her like a little princess. She hated that! She preferred dressing comfortably and being taught to ride horses by their stable hand over being dressed like a little Geisha and being taught to be a lady.
When Mu-lien was around five years old, her parents put her into gymnastics, to help with her clumsiness. And, after a long time, it finally worked! She wasn't clumsy anymore.... in gymnastics. And a year later, Mu-lien got into Martial Arts.
For many years, Mu-lien lived with her parents happily. Until the tragedy. When Mu-lien was 16, the entire house was set on fire while she had been out taking care of the horsses. Only she and her little sister Mei-xing (which meant beautiful star in Chinese) survived.
After her family's death, the 16 year old Mu-lien and one ear old Mei-xing moved to USA, to Brooklyn, New York, where she got a job at a restaurant, while going to school. And then, when she was 17, she moved to NY, NY.
present
Life in Brooklyn was hard, definitely. To be a mother to her sister, go to school, learn English, and work? Well, the poor girl barely slept. And then she got a stalker. This guy was absolutely obsessed with her, and wouldn't leave her alone. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that she had no idea how to handle herself with guys. Maybe that's why he wouldn't leave her alone.
This went on for nearly half a year, until, a little after her seventeenth birthday, things... changed. He still stalked her, but her personality seemed to become more serious and reserved. More than it already was. She realized that the only way to escape this stalker was to take her little sister Mei to New York. They were no longer safe in Brooklyn. So that's how they ended up in NY, NY.
family
PARENTS AND SIBLINGS
Jia-li - Chinese Mother - Raised Horses (deceased)
Lin-lin - Chinese Grandmother - Stayed at home (deceased)
Mei-xing - Baby Sister (3/4 Chinese, 1/4 Japanese) - 2 years old
Gao-feng - Father - 1/2 Chinese, 1/2 Japanese (deceased)
Amane - Japanese Grandmother (deceased)
likes Horses, Martial Arts, Honour, Swords, Justice, Anything traditional, history, music, movies, skittles, cupcakes, sushi, reading, sports
dislikes Stagnance, being patient, being still for too long, makeup (she wears it, but barely any) , injuries, being girly, shopping, clumsiness
other notes Nothing, really.
...literature*
book title Ballad of Mulan
backstory Worried for her father's safety, Mu-lan buys a horse, whip, saddle and bridle to take his place in the army. She travels for ten thousand miles on the business of war, going through many weathers, to fight for her country and defend her father. Many people die, and after twelve years, she is offered a promotion, but instead she just asks to go home. No body in her regiment knew that she was a girl, even though they fought along side her for twelve years.
...roleplayer*
name Luna
age 15
gender Female
rp experience 2 years
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rp sample I sighed, practicing my piano in the music room. I didn't feel like playing the classics, so instead I was playing "Numb" by Linkin Park. It was odd; for a girl who rarely spoke, I sure did love to sing. That being said (thought, whatever), choir wasn't the class I couldn't stop thinking about. No, it was Trignometry, first period. In particular, it was this bleached blond boy...
No! I can't be thinking about boys! I mean, seriously! I rarely talk, why the hell would anyone want anything to do with me? Plus, even if they did... relationships are about honesty and trust. How would I explain that I kill for a living? Really. Okay, so maybe it's a bit more than that. So mayne I only kill the bad guys, or when I'm protecting someone... but that's besides the point! The point is that I kill people! Like my father! Which brings me to point number three My twin. It's her that I have to protect. She gets so afraid... how can I think about boys when, hello! She was raped by our father, for Goddess's sake! Ugh!
I slammed my hand down on the piano keys and left, ignoring any strange looks I may have gotten before leaning against a tree in the courtyard. I actually looked... semi-normal (hehe, semi-normal.. semi-formal), comparatively. My long, black hair was left down, I was in a long black corset with black skinny jeans, black heeled boots, a spiky choker with a heart charm on it, spiked wrist cuffs, black wrist warmers, fake skull plugs and a skull stud-and-cuff-chain earring, a studded belt, celtic skull ring, a chained dagger skull knucklebox clutch, plus my regular makeup (You know, pale white foundation, black liquid eyeliner, black mascara and blackish grayish eyeshadow, plus black lipstick?). It was more "Stompy stompy" death rock goth than I normally wore, but it was still considerably toned down for the first day of school (for me, anyways)
And that brings me to point number the fourth. I'm a goth. Usually I wear victorian, sometimes deathrock or just "Spooky quirky cute" depending on my mood, but I am still a goth. And so far, there was only one other goth in this school that I've seen, and she's a woman. Not my thing, sorry.
Who would want to date a nearly-silent goth freak? Certainly not any NORMAL boy, that's for sure.
I was suddenly pulled out of my depressing realizations when my feet stopped. Sometime while I'd been thinking, my feet had started to carry me to the football field, and so there I stood, not twenty feet away, up there in the bleachers was the Trignotmetry boy.
"crap." I hissed very quietly under my breath.
I was standing there, in front of the bleachers, looking up at him and essentially freaking out.
What the hell do I do? I can't walk away now, that would be creepy. Who stands there, looking up at a guy and just leaves? I couldn't go up there, what would he think when I don't speak? Unless... Oh Goddess, I wasn't actually thinking about TALKING, was I?! But I can't do that! I never talk first! Besides, what would I say?!
Oops. Looks like my feet decided for me. Next I knew, I was sitting next to him.
Oh goddess, oh great maiden, mother and crone, give me guidance! What do I do?! What do I DO?! I could hear him breathing. I could feel my heart beating a mile a minute. I could smell him (He smelled good too. Like soap and coffee and a hint of boyish musk) and as I looked down at my hands, picking at the black nail polish as I so often do in awkward situations like this, I could see him from the corner of my eyes. I could feel my face heat with a blush and only prayed to the goddess that it wasn't too visible beneath my foundation.
See, like my twin, I got anxious when people get too close. Hers was a basic, primal fear that stemmed from rape. Mine was that I was terrified people would find out about me. About what I do. Could he see the bulge of the sheathed blade in my boots? Could he see the wildness in my eyes that meant I had killed before? Could he see the many scars o my arms and a few on my chest? Did I smell like blood? How much did he know?!
I closed my eyes and took calming breaths before doing something I've NEVER thought of doing before.
"Hello. My name is Lucretia. Lucretia Le Strange. I'm new here." I said softly, knowing that when I looked into his eyes, he would see frightened, silvery-blueish-green eyes lined in black. Oh goddess, what have I wrought?
