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Here's the RPC form to fill out if you're interested in joining. Just PM it to me with the title 'Journey to the East'.



Oh, and as a note, your character doesn't have to be Chinese. It can be any other Asian race, but given the setting, Chinese is preferred.

Characters:

Name: Wang Chen
Age: 27
Appearance:
Fighting Style: Shaolin Long Fist
Special Ability: Lightning Strikes
Biography: Born to a poor farming family and the only son to parents long dead because of a bandit attack, Wang Chen had been a traveling hermit for a little under 10 years. He had been forced to leave his village with a strange tablet bestowed to him by the local Taoist priest and told never to return. Thinking of this as punishment for his excessive gambling, Wang Chen did as he was told and left his village of Kaichun.

At 22, he had sought refuge in a cave near the hallowed Shaolin Monastery one day when he was discovered by a monk traveling down the winding paths leading from the temple. The monk, taking pity on him, took Wang Chen back to the monastery to stay the night.

There, one of the head abbots discovered the tablets that he carried with him and explained its importance to Wang Chen. Soon, Wang Chen was pressed into training to prepare for the trials ahead.



Name: Ren Zhonglin
Age: 19
Appearance:
Fighting Style: Sill Lum (Praying Mantis)
Special Ability (Limit One): Energy Ball Throw
Biography: Ren was living with his family in a village with some kind of special rock or another. As he thought nothing special about it, he somewhat didn't care. Unfortunately, on a rather precarious day, a thief decided to take the tablet and run. At that time, Ren felt a tugging feeling and a urge to stop the thief. He succeeded, but barely with his life. After he had retrieved the tablet and returned to the village, it seemed that the fourteen year old had been chosen as the sacred keeper of the tablet, until the enemies of the gods showed themselves. Until that time, he was instructed to guard the tablet until death. Seeing as he had no way of defending himself, he traveled far away from the village and came to the monks of the east, from which he learned Praying Mantis. As a misfortune, he only learned that style from them and he had begun developing his own technique and style from the five years of experience. Although he is still a youth, he does take his duty very seriously. He's been guarding the tablet for five years, and he is still moving, currently though a thick forest.

It had been five years since he first got the tablet, and now he still guards it. Ren was walking through a thick forest and had been for a rather long time. The sun was overhead, which meant noon to him. He heard the sounds of flowing water, which he followed until the sound brought him to a waterfall. As it happened, his jug was empty, and so he filled it with water from the stream. In the distance, he saw a clearing into the open light, where a road lay in wait. He kept the mask over his face, in case anyone was to ambush him. After making his way through and around the young, green bamboo forest, he walked into the sun light and onto the road. His thin shoes on the hard, rough road didn't bother him, but it did make him slightly glad. It was pretty hot that day and he was starting to regret wearing black. "Where am I supposed to find others?" He muttered to himself.

During his five years, he had come across many temples and monks who had told him of the prophecy of the tablets. They also told him of the others, who had them as well as the enemies of the gods who would stop at nothing to obtain the tablets. Right now, Ren was wondering if he was going to find any others. He saw a city in the distance, so he made his way to it, hoping that he might find others there, although unlikely.

After two hours of wandering, Chen let out a cheer as he found a decent sized city not too far. "Hey! I can probably get a drink there!" With that, he ignored the pain in his feet and set off towards the city.

Chen was very tired by the time he reached town but was revitalized with fear and a bit of careful contempt when he saw soldiers of Emperor Fang's army. Chen disappeared through an alleyway to avoid them and walked inside a small restaurant.

He smiled pleasantly at the woman that met him at the door. After ordering a round of rice wine, he sat in the corner opposite to another man. "Nice town, eh friend?" he greeted.

Before the other man could reply, several tired soldiers entered the small restaurant, bringing with them an aura of arrogance. The soldiers, 5 of them, approached the table he and the other man were sitting at.

"You're in our table, peasant," the leader, a large, muscular man that towered over the other restaurant patrons declared.

Chen looked at the man, hiding his contempt. "Sorry, friend, we were here first... There are plenty of other tables if you-"

The leader of the soldiers grabbed Chen by the collar of his shirt. "I suggest you get out before I really get mad."

On instinct, Chen stuck out his leg and kicked the leader in the chin, causing many in the restaurant to scream, yell, or run. Chen escaped from the man's grasp and got into a Horse Riding stance on the table, already prepared for a fight.

((Sorry... I've got dinner. Feel free to do what you wish with my character.))

Ren looked at the supposed leader and asked him a question, "Wo zhao Feng. Feng zai na li?"
The leader then looked in his direction massaging his jaw, as Ren was covering his face once again, "Bu, Feng bu zai na li. Ni jiao?"

Ren shook his head, then said, "Ni shi xiao." The man grew an angry face and threw a punch just as Ren pulled a Mantis stance, hooked his arm and threw his elbow into his chest and roundhoused him in the face. The leader fell to the floor to catch his breath.

Ren looked at the man on the table and asked, "Ready?" The other solders drew an offensive stance while Ren took the Mantis stance once more on the floor.

Meiyu began a long travel. She had never even been outside the palace walls before. All she knew was that she was heading south. She pulled the cloak about her tighter to shelter from the rain and chilly wind as she continued to walk at a fast pace, wanting to get away as quickly as possible.

Chun meanwhile had found a note in his room that read:

Master Chun,

I ask of you not to speak this to anyone. Although many will probably find out soon enough, I stole the tablet and left. I will not watch my father destroy everything. I am taking actions in my own hands. If he does not have one, he can't have as much of a head start. You are to burn this letter, and if anyone asks, say nothing. It will be a long time before I see you again, if I ever do. You have been like the father I never had. I do not think of power hungry barbarians to be fathers. I will miss you dearly. Until then, my friend.

Fang Meiyu.