Post by Wang Yangkun on Nov 7, 2009 7:29:16 GMT
Character Details
Name: Wang Yangkun(王暘錕), zi Boxin (讀責)
Title:
Age: 26, Born in Spring of 182
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: Wang Yangkun is a tall, healthy and muscular individual, but these three characteristics are often overshadowed by the fact he is missing his left arm and is wearing an eye-patch on his right eye. His long hair is generally well groomed into a bun and a short goatee has grown on his face over the years.
Weapons, Armor and belongings: Throwing daggers, usually concealed in his right sleeve, and shortsword for personal defense. His armor is light and specially fitted for his lack of left arm. It also has a gauntlet and a simple helmet. He also owns a simple horse named Wuwu (舞舞). Gold : 1750
Personality: Although scarred by a troubled childhood, Wang Yangkun is generally relaxed and friendly. He enjoys teasing those around him, but never to hurt or anger. He is not the kind who speaks out of turn, though, he knows to stay his place when speaking up could land him into trouble.
History:
Name: Wang Yangkun(王暘錕), zi Boxin (讀責)
Title:
Age: 26, Born in Spring of 182
Sex: Male
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 145 lbs
Appearance: Wang Yangkun is a tall, healthy and muscular individual, but these three characteristics are often overshadowed by the fact he is missing his left arm and is wearing an eye-patch on his right eye. His long hair is generally well groomed into a bun and a short goatee has grown on his face over the years.
Weapons, Armor and belongings: Throwing daggers, usually concealed in his right sleeve, and shortsword for personal defense. His armor is light and specially fitted for his lack of left arm. It also has a gauntlet and a simple helmet. He also owns a simple horse named Wuwu (舞舞). Gold : 1750
Personality: Although scarred by a troubled childhood, Wang Yangkun is generally relaxed and friendly. He enjoys teasing those around him, but never to hurt or anger. He is not the kind who speaks out of turn, though, he knows to stay his place when speaking up could land him into trouble.
History:
Journal Entry, April 19th of 208
I was born in a town I forgot the name of, somewhere in Hei Bei in 182. My father's name was Wang Ran ; the little I remember of him makes me think he was a warrior. The town was far from safe during my childhood. My family died when I was 8, I remember a group of men who were armed and the blood that dripped from my father's body as he tried to protect my mother. I don't know how I survived and I vaguely remembers the years after that. I know that I was cared for by scholarly people, friends of my father, perhaps, and that I was drafted and trained to be a soldier during my teenage. "You can hold a sword, you can fight!" I remember an older man with an hirsute beard telling me that.
I remember a single battle. I don't see how I could forget it it, really. I lost an arm and an eye in it. I was sixteen at the time, I held a minor rank in my army, I was disciplined and full of energy, they said, a kid destined to become a great warrior. I don't remember exactly where I was, but my squad was ambushed by men wearing scarves, which I latter realized were Yellow Turbans. I tried to swing my spear at them, but they were too close, I couldn't reach my sword in time and... everything becomes blurry and dark after that.
I woke up in a field of grass, I couldn't feel anything. All I could see what the blue sky. I closed my eyes and heard voices as I lost consciousness. "We need to tend to his wounds him up..." is all I could make out. I later woke up in a bed. I could not enjoy the comfort of the sheets, nor the warmth of the house I was in, however. As soon as I became aware of my surroundings, I could only stiffen and straighten up in pain and horror. Yes, I had seen my men die in front of me ; blood, battle, the horrors of war, the guilt of having failed to protect people I had lived with in the barracks for years... but it wasn't it. I was covered in bloodied bandages and could only see things as halves. It took me minutes to notice that my left arm was missing and that my right eye could see nothing but darkness. As every horror that had happened since the last memory I could recall suddenly appeared clearly in my mind, I shouted in pain and screamed in terror. I remained there, panting and sweating heavily for a while, before I fell back into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.
I woke up again some time later. I could not feel anything this time. An old man with a warm smile was sitting next to me. I will not bore you with details, but he was a mystic and healer. Despite what you may be thinking, he was not the one who had healed me. He had found me in a small clearing, near his home in the mountains west of Shang Dang, I was all bandaged up and bleeding a bit, but I was alive. He took me to his home and cared for me ever since. It took me a year and a half to be able to function properly again. My left arm and right eye had been removed, I received a bad stab to my abdomen, which still hurt a bit to this day, and a bad cut to my left thigh, which has healed since, but has given me a small, barely noticeable limp.
I came to term with my newfound handicaps while I recuperated. Although I only write these few lines about that time, do not underestimate its importance. I have faced the greatest fear a man can face : The fear of being useless and to never, ever, be of any use again to anybody or anything. I decided to have the old man teach me his arts and with much begging from my part, he accepted to pass down his teachings to me. I studied under him from the year 196 to 202, learning the Art of War, as well the Book of Changes. On my 20th birthday, he told me that he had nothing he could teach me anymore and asked me to take a Zi that would fit me. I chose Boxin , which meant Rich Mind or Rich Heart. When asked why by my mentor, I simply replied that it was all I was anymore.
I thanked and left him a week after. I wish it had been possible for me to stay with him, but I was too young to be a hermit and he was too old to be a traveler. It is so that our paths split up. I wandered the land... well, I stayed in different cities, only traveling from a city to another under the protection of merchants, whom I helped with managing their business and reading the signs of Heaven. Having a healer among them was also reassuring, so, they didn't really mind having me tag along ; they sometimes paid me for traveling with them too.
So, I've been studying whatever book I came across as I moved around. I've been particularly interested in the ploys of the great advisors of the past. I've traveled all across the north, then went south of the yellow river and finally west toward Xu Chang. I've been staying here for a week now, the city is safe. The caravan I've been with since Xu is not leaving for another three weeks and I have grown attached to them a bit, especially Wuwu (舞舞), one of their horses. When he moves, he reassembles a gracious dancer whose curves move back and forth from right to left.
I supposed that this summarizes my life up to now... I've enjoyed writing in this journal, it relieves me of some of my boredom and makes me feel like an important figure that is having their actions recorded for posterity.
I was born in a town I forgot the name of, somewhere in Hei Bei in 182. My father's name was Wang Ran ; the little I remember of him makes me think he was a warrior. The town was far from safe during my childhood. My family died when I was 8, I remember a group of men who were armed and the blood that dripped from my father's body as he tried to protect my mother. I don't know how I survived and I vaguely remembers the years after that. I know that I was cared for by scholarly people, friends of my father, perhaps, and that I was drafted and trained to be a soldier during my teenage. "You can hold a sword, you can fight!" I remember an older man with an hirsute beard telling me that.
I remember a single battle. I don't see how I could forget it it, really. I lost an arm and an eye in it. I was sixteen at the time, I held a minor rank in my army, I was disciplined and full of energy, they said, a kid destined to become a great warrior. I don't remember exactly where I was, but my squad was ambushed by men wearing scarves, which I latter realized were Yellow Turbans. I tried to swing my spear at them, but they were too close, I couldn't reach my sword in time and... everything becomes blurry and dark after that.
I woke up in a field of grass, I couldn't feel anything. All I could see what the blue sky. I closed my eyes and heard voices as I lost consciousness. "We need to tend to his wounds him up..." is all I could make out. I later woke up in a bed. I could not enjoy the comfort of the sheets, nor the warmth of the house I was in, however. As soon as I became aware of my surroundings, I could only stiffen and straighten up in pain and horror. Yes, I had seen my men die in front of me ; blood, battle, the horrors of war, the guilt of having failed to protect people I had lived with in the barracks for years... but it wasn't it. I was covered in bloodied bandages and could only see things as halves. It took me minutes to notice that my left arm was missing and that my right eye could see nothing but darkness. As every horror that had happened since the last memory I could recall suddenly appeared clearly in my mind, I shouted in pain and screamed in terror. I remained there, panting and sweating heavily for a while, before I fell back into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.
I woke up again some time later. I could not feel anything this time. An old man with a warm smile was sitting next to me. I will not bore you with details, but he was a mystic and healer. Despite what you may be thinking, he was not the one who had healed me. He had found me in a small clearing, near his home in the mountains west of Shang Dang, I was all bandaged up and bleeding a bit, but I was alive. He took me to his home and cared for me ever since. It took me a year and a half to be able to function properly again. My left arm and right eye had been removed, I received a bad stab to my abdomen, which still hurt a bit to this day, and a bad cut to my left thigh, which has healed since, but has given me a small, barely noticeable limp.
I came to term with my newfound handicaps while I recuperated. Although I only write these few lines about that time, do not underestimate its importance. I have faced the greatest fear a man can face : The fear of being useless and to never, ever, be of any use again to anybody or anything. I decided to have the old man teach me his arts and with much begging from my part, he accepted to pass down his teachings to me. I studied under him from the year 196 to 202, learning the Art of War, as well the Book of Changes. On my 20th birthday, he told me that he had nothing he could teach me anymore and asked me to take a Zi that would fit me. I chose Boxin , which meant Rich Mind or Rich Heart. When asked why by my mentor, I simply replied that it was all I was anymore.
I thanked and left him a week after. I wish it had been possible for me to stay with him, but I was too young to be a hermit and he was too old to be a traveler. It is so that our paths split up. I wandered the land... well, I stayed in different cities, only traveling from a city to another under the protection of merchants, whom I helped with managing their business and reading the signs of Heaven. Having a healer among them was also reassuring, so, they didn't really mind having me tag along ; they sometimes paid me for traveling with them too.
So, I've been studying whatever book I came across as I moved around. I've been particularly interested in the ploys of the great advisors of the past. I've traveled all across the north, then went south of the yellow river and finally west toward Xu Chang. I've been staying here for a week now, the city is safe. The caravan I've been with since Xu is not leaving for another three weeks and I have grown attached to them a bit, especially Wuwu (舞舞), one of their horses. When he moves, he reassembles a gracious dancer whose curves move back and forth from right to left.
I supposed that this summarizes my life up to now... I've enjoyed writing in this journal, it relieves me of some of my boredom and makes me feel like an important figure that is having their actions recorded for posterity.
