Tian An Men (Tai Shan)
Selectracks - Black Horizons
Mark Petrie - Can't Give Up
Name(Real name of the character): Tian An Men (天安門)
Fake Name: Feng Shui (風水)
Alias (Codename): Tai Shan (泰山)
Gender: Female
Age: 23
Numeral/Zodiac and Placement of Tattoos on Body:
XI - Scorpio
XI - On her left forearm, just under the shoulder.
Scorpio - Also on the left forearm, under the XI tattoo.
Weapon Specialization:
The Chinese Pudao (朴刀) Polearm, or any chinese spear/polearm. They're much the same.
Personality:
Just from a glance or a general, small chat, Feng appears to be increasingly sane; so much so that many people question whether or not she's an actual Harvester. She doesn't display many sadistic tendencies or, more importantly, especially appreciate killing others. Now, this little paradox of hers can be easily explained by the fact that, rather than driving a previously strong-willed kid to spill blood, Madness decided to take an easier route first and come in the form of a mental problem. That is, as a major case of psychosis; heavy hallucinations --thus sparking delusions-- and hearing voices, both of which eventually drove her to inadvertently kill in what she thought of to be 'self defense'. But nevertheless, the point is that Feng now, at least, holds a very stable, nonchalant and indifferent front; one which spent the vast majority of her five-year training period to adjust to. As is easy to imagine, it helps when you know that the voices are actually real. Eventually, with the Madness channeled to other, supernatural means, her degree of psychosis steadily decreased; until almost nothing remained besides a scarred self.
A persona, at the very least, that became centered around pride; the only trait that hadn't particularly been shifted throughout her past experiences. She'd been shamed, of course, but (not entirely thankfully) that sense in itself hadn't changed. In any case, Feng is extremely sure of herself, almost cocky; but on the most basic level, driven mostly by a vague need to assert the fact that she's not weak. This bit of paranoia pretty much describes well the reason why she's so apathetic and just generally indifferent to the lives of others; not overly joyous for murder, but not against it either. Be that as it may, watching defenseless others scream in pain really isn't her thing, and you'll find that Feng often kills in the most efficient way possible. Well, yes, she is lazy, but torture? Not up this kid's alley. May not seem like it, but Feng has morals. Small ones, but yes.
Be that as it may, though, she's kind of.. prone to losing herself if in combat for an overly long time; of course, assuming against a skillful enough opponent or against a never-ending mob of people. Feng begins normal, practiced and ill at ease; before something like a blood craze slowly consumes that thinking part of her brain. From then, she remains --as always-- deadly, but caution suddenly gets thrown into the wind. The kid becomes far too aggressive for her own good, although at that point whoever she was fighting would need to break at the sudden increase in strength, often injuring herself in the process of chopping people up. Surroundings become a blur, and Feng attacks everyone and everything. This little state ends usually a couple moments in the midst of a lack of people, a lack of targets, or if her body itself breaks down. Because there really isn't a point to go rampaging around when there's nobody around you. But that's pretty much it.
All in all, Feng is usually a sane, sarcastic person. Not particularly hard to get along with, but keep in mind she will make fun of you. If you let her see a weak moment? Don't expect to live it down. It's often very clear what impression she has of a singular person, as she doesn't try to hide her thoughts; if ever. Don't be surprised to see her suddenly siding against you for kicks. Well-grounded and a little cocky, she's known to keep a level attitude throughout most situations; besides those rampages here and there. She doesn't make threats, but purely because she doesn't have to. Rather than perhaps some others, this kid is always sure to make plans before going out and doing anything; be it working out the kinks herself or by others. Kind of like a natural leader, if it were not for those unstable, unpredictable moments. Whether or not she herself follows them is an entirely different matter. Feng is only stubborn when it comes to topics concerning herself.
Loyalty and trust? Such things don't exist.
To tell the truth, Feng does succumb to anger management issues ever so often. When the days come by that what she does and what she has done hits her hard, she can't help but take that depressed self-loathing and turn it into blaming someone else; even if it seems otherwise irrational. Nothing she can particularly do about that, and quite often times the kid doesn't listen to anyone; just.. kind of a somewhat mindless rampage. (Satan comes up here a lot, I must say) Anyhow, it never takes long for the thoughts to dry out; always somewhat less than fifteen minutes. Hard to stop in the meantime, though, as she pretty much goes all out with absolutely no regard to her safety whatsoever. Very different from the norm, I must say. Occurrences such as these leave her undoubtedly in the medical ward for a while; before she decides to climb out of her emocorner and summon Michael.
Description:
As you've probably noticed, Feng is Chinese (from Hong Kong actually, thus speaking Cantonese of the two dialects); and is, unfortunately, instantly recognizable as such. For one, she has the trademark 'black hair, black eyes' that most of these Asians have, although said mane is sometimes seen in shades of brown (it's a pigment problem, but whatever). She's not particularly tall either, standing at maybe 5'5" or 5'6", fit and lean with muscle though she is. But, in any case, the fact that Feng is pure-blooded Chinese effortlessly exhibits itself in her unconscious image; even as the kid viciously defies the normal, stereotypical box that many of her descent reside in. A rebellion that can plainly be seen from everything from the clothes she wears to the athletic, steady build that she has; much different from the 'typical, smart Asian'. (Be that as it may, don't get me wrong. She's smart.)
Speaking of impressions, Feng is often regarded as particularly reliable; after the fact that she actually seems sane. Besides her somewhat cocky, sarcastic smile (or just the look of her face in general), there isn't anything outstanding about her that rubs people the wrong way (although that itself might come off as a threat. In a group of insane
For just some other pieces of general information, Feng is easily considered feminine. Or badass. Most often both. A dashing of scars cross along her back and torso; or just anywhere that isn't commonly seen. Just over these fading remnants are several
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 115lbs
Hair/Eye Colour: Black, or in shades of brown.
Supernatural Powers:
This way was only discovered when she summoned an angel, a being that was kind enough in nature not to make her immediately scream. In a somewhat agitated state, or whatever an 'angelic' equivalent could possible be, this angel (by the name of Michael) proceeded to question Feng instead of causing agonizing pain. Within five minutes, and at the gradual appearance of a certain something (to her great dismay), it became evident that the longer a creature stayed within her body, the more it was grounded to her; something demonstrated by, at the time, Michael's faint 'signature' tattoo, slowly burning itself onto her stomach. From then, after more time had passed, it had become ingrained to the point that he couldn't exactly leave; even when Feng shut off her mimicry (although she couldn't use his abilities after that). More speculation and tests later, it was assumed that eventually, if she were able, the being would take over her personality itself; overriding even other 'creatures' marked onto her body. But, in any case, that's how these tattoos came to be.
From then, the obvious course of action became to counter each being with its' opposite; so as to decrease the chances of one completely taking control. And, when they were constantly disagreeing with each other, Feng would have (and does have) much less frequent mood swings. They're much rather ingrained as urges to do things now, rather than voices in her head; sparing those times when she calls them. Oh, and if you were wondering, calling still hurts; as being a creature doesn't mean that she's made for it. As in, although her abilities are not human, she still is. Which means her body involuntarily breaks apart if she uses mimicry for too long anyway. Of course, she could try, but most of the time she can't wait to get out of it; what with incredibly annoying beasts in her head. Which is why she tends to break it off as soon as possible; before her down-time (which continues from each summoning to the second, although it regenerates still over time). Oh, and she often cheats and heals herself with Michael; allowing her body to take on another calling. But there's only so many times she can do that.
Without further ado, here's the cast!:
Michael the Archangel:
Or rather, the narcissistic moron; the jackass who insists on her ripping the back of her shirt so wings can magically appear. When feathery appendages sprout where they shouldn't, it's quite obvious that it'll hurt like hell. But he must, and he heals her afterwards; so it's probably not so bad. Michael counteracts Satan. As you can probably tell, Feng gains the abilities to heal in copious amounts, whip around white sparkles (manipulate light) like it's nothing (because it really isn't), sprout
Satan (Wrath) of the Seven Deadly Sins:
Just as he sounds like, an asshole with rage issues. Contrary to Mr. Angel, Satan is not nice. Although he doesn't force wings out of her body (because he can't fly anyway), this demon struggles and rams the insides of her body; generally leaving her with a hell of a headache and sore, if not half ripped, limbs. Or, if he's decides to think, Satan exerts his natural, persuasive influence over Feng; causing said rage, or more often boosting the effects of Madness to screw Feng over even more. Wrath is the most destructive of all creatures, and pretty much hates everybody's guts. But I digress. Anyway, Feng's physical, human restrictions become undone when summoning him, allowing her to move faster, jump higher, and punch through a reinforced diamond wall. This is most probably the result of her body shifting forms to that of a demons', making her more resistant and temporarily taking less damage. This time limit maxes at 10 minutes.
Needless to say, Satan likes to piss people off the most. Her general demeanor when with him ups the rage factor in any given person around her; easily inducing arguments. Although she most probably won't get pissed off, others will. Feng's physical appearance becomes steadily more reflecting of his nature, eventually having a distorted, cracked red image if stuck with him for too long. Her base power increases as time goes on, though, so that's something to keep in mind. Nevertheless, it really will kill Feng to keep him for over 15 minutes. Her organs will simply rupture.
Yinglong (應龍), the Chinese dragon deity of rain (because there's been a lack of Chinese culture for a while):
Being an incredibly wise, and therefore old, dragon, Yinglong is surprisingly annoying. Nevermind the fact that he speaks (thinks?) in a very old Chinese dialect, he has the attention span of a mentally ill squirrel; asking questions left and right about modern civilization with complete disregard to Feng's surroundings. In the middle of an execution? "Prithee, dost thou perchance knowest the origins of that horrid square-ish abomination yonder lies?" (Referring to a billboard quite a ways away.) As you can tell, he makes mostly no sense; especially when speaking in the Chinese equivalent. Yinglong has absolutely no sense of presence. But, in any case, he's pretty smart when it comes to suggesting battle tactics; and takes
Within Yinglong, Feng becomes noticeably better at wielding her polearm; as the dragon has centuries of watching experience aiding her. She can manipulate water in it's liquid and gas states, able to spin it out of seemingly nowhere; and can 'create' storms/weather patterns. Her skin becomes a little tougher, although not as much as in Satan. This continues for 20 minutes. Feng grows horns, and her outer layer resembles scales in the smallest sense. Her eyes change to those of a typical dragon's. Yinglong does not hurt her overly much, most of the time just by rare, unpredictable mood swings. The second least on the pain scale, anyway. He doesn't really mind being stuck in her, actually; which is why Feng can tolerate him longer.
Fenghuang (鳳凰), the Chinese phoenix (it's also a deity):
This little bird, as may be expected by the trend so far, is much like an uptight mother. Being the only female 'spirit' taken by Feng, she's abnormally critical of the child; often scolding her for being even the least bit inelegant. Kind of like the floaty dragon, except commenting on "My dear girl, you shame us. You should leave these things to your pet rock. He does swings around sticks better than you." Actually, very similar to a sarcastic bitch. Fenghuang believes that she'll be able to leave as soon as Feng reaches a state of peace and prosperity; which is why she constantly berates the girl for being in the Underworld. Because, you know, who's happy in hell? Strict but supportive, this phoenix begrudgingly helps out.
Like all phoenixes, Feng possesses some minor form of regeneration (instead of immortality) when wielding Fenghuang. Her tolerance of fire becomes abnormally high, and she can manipulate said element at will. The kid can also temporarily shape-shift into an actual, fiery bird, inheriting traits similar to those of an eagle; although it takes much energy, and she may not be able to transform back. Rather than that, though, she can teleport by small distances. This occurs for 15 minutes. When touched by this phoenix, Feng's eyes assume a predatory eagles', making her sight much sharper than before. A rise in room temperature often occurs, and it is absolutely not her fault that things may spontaneously burst into flame when the two disagree with each other. Which is all the time. Fenghuang hurts unintentionally, and for some strange reason Feng often feels as if she's going to combust into fire; with such a strong burning sensation. But, anyway, that's that.
In a fair conclusion, it can be said that Feng becomes periodically powerful in tiny increments. Particularly hard to deal with as well, seeing as how who she may call really just varies according to her mood. Picking her poison, yes? Whenever she summons, the specific, corresponding tattoo on her body often comes to life; 'waking up' and travelling along her skin. Doesn't really feel like anything, but Satan makes everything uncomfortable. All the time.
+ Combat
+ Silence
+ People who happen to speak Chinese
+ Meatbuns/any such other Chinese food
+ High places
+ The sunset/sunrise
+ People with a sense of humor
+ Humor
+ Pet rocks
Dislikes:
- Smartasses (Ahem Hippo)
- Jackasses
- The medical ward
- The topic of religion
- Hippos
- Being forced to do things
- Being told to do things
- Waiting
Skills/Abilities:
Multilingual - Feng can easily speak and understand both dialects of Chinese, and is fluent in English. She also knows a little Japanese and Korean; or at least enough to get by.
Polearm Genius - Exactly what it implies.
Making fun of other people - Yep
High pain tolerance - I'm not even going to--
Quick thinking/fast reaction time - Yeah, I said I wasn't going to.
Stamina - Yeah, Feng can probably stay in some form of 'standing' for hours on end; swinging around a polearm like none other. Because nobody so badass backs down, right?
History:
As you've probably already realized, Feng was born and inherently raised in China; or rather, Beijing. But the problem lies in the fact that she was the second child of a family of three; in a country where the very thought was illegal, her existence neatly violating the One-Child Policy that the government was so keen on enforcing. It was a miracle in itself that Feng was conceived in what was thought to be a sterilized womb, nevertheless the stages from then were shrouded well in secrecy. Her middle-class parents, not wanting to get an abortion, hid the signs and gave birth to her in secret; although the painstaking, unethical environment as her mother did so killed her not long after. Feng, though, was quite the healthy baby, and life was relatively all nice and fluffy for a while between a hard-working father and a seven-year old sister. Yet that happy notion was never meant to continue, as the devil came knocking on the door one night.
And all at once, before Feng even came to the six-month mark, the unstable foundations of their lifestyle effortlessly collapsed in on itself. You see, China happens to have many other corrupt problems, as well. This one is the unfortunate reality that China is, in fact, a communist country. As everyone is --or in this time period, was-- paid the same, there was absolutely no way in hell that Feng's father could support two kids all on his own. Leading to debt, and with no way to pay off, being sold out to the government. Anyhow, Feng and her sister were eventually shipped off to an orphanage, never to see either of their real parents again; where later a kindly, wealthy couple whisked them both away to Shanghai. And from then, just as Feng herself turned two, opened a new chapter in the series of unfortunate events that is --or will be-- her life.
In any case, what began Feng's spartan, combat-centered road was her nine-year old sister, Yu Lian. Even at that young age, she displayed a rather genius-level talent for martial arts; specifically for chinese swords. Their new, adoptive parents saw this and raised her accordingly, building lists of their daughter's accomplishments; and then expectations for Yu's baby sister. Which was for much the reason why Feng began touring the many forms of Asian disciplines at the age of five, before respectively being introduced to the Pudao polearm to play with. And, after displaying the same level of aptitude as Yu Lian and her swords, the rigorous, almost brutal, training lifestyle became most of what Feng knew from her eighth year of light and on. She grew to be extraordinarily prideful of her gifted skills, going without a defeat even beyond her age group for years on end. And that, as it usually is, dug a premature pit for failure.
There was once, when she was fifteen and her sister twenty-two, that Feng was supposed to have learned her lesson on a humble, accepted defeat. The two of them had decided to have a friendly match, Yu Lian with her signature, twin swords and Feng with the pudao. Needless to say, with seven years more experience, the former teasingly won almost all to nothing; and Feng herself respected the adult more than enough to just laugh it off. Yu Lian hadn't lost that many times either, but defeat hadn't been as unknown to her as it really was to Feng; although it was scarce enough for her younger sister to almost idolize her. But, anyhow, tiny little seeds of doubt and insanity nestled quite well from this incident; waiting to blossom into a sort of bitter hell at the right moment.
Which, whether or not unfortunately, came as a series of events a year later; beginning with Yu Lian's untimely accident. In the midst of a national competition, her opponent had cheated; spiking her drink. It hadn't been planned for either swords to accidentally break in an exchange, nor that one large shard would embed itself deep into Yu's side; coming dangerously close to her spinal cord. It became evident that she wouldn't be so able to compete anymore, although she was nevertheless wealthy enough from then on to live in some form of luxury. This incident sparked many 'what if's' in Feng's mind as she waited in the hospital room, fears adding up to breaking point at her next, similar national contest. In which, being under an unstable state of mind, brought her first catastrophic defeat.
Let's just say.. this was like driving a train into a fragile sheet of glass; something that shattered her thoughts into a million pieces, simply because Feng had never lost before. And, seeing as life kind of sucked at the moment, Madness decided to go ahead and make everything worse. Stuck in a figurative ditch, the kind suddenly began to hear voices: first sympathizing, then spurring her to 'take revenge'. False hallucinations began to appear, painting the people around her to be much worse than they typically would be. Needless to say, Feng could only believe; growing all the more mad with violent mood swings, slowly succumbing to urges to attack the 'demons' around her; nonexistent people that mocked and shamed the fact that she'd never had it in her, for a whole six months, to pick up a polearm again.
And, for the record, even though it was pretty obvious that Feng was mentally unstable, her adoptive parents protected her. Yu Lian, for one, firmly believed the kid was able pull herself out of it; and perhaps sisterly love made everything seem less severe than it really was. Their expectations and concerns were temporarily forgotten, when Feng finally took it upon herself to play with her weapon again; familiarizing with it until her seventeenth birthday. Just to say, Feng had tried incredibly hard to resist the insanity eating away at her, trying to support herself by obligation to those that had loved her; which was why she only caved when the kid could no longer tell between reality and dreams. But, alas, it obviously hadn't been enough.
Because, just as the celebration for her birthday came by, Feng finally lost it. Wielding a sharpened, special pudao antique, she flew into a mindless rampage; all at once killing her parents, maids, and anyone else that happened to be in the spacious mansion/house that night. The only thing she can recall now is that it had been like cutting butter with a knife. Needless to say, Yu Lian was the last surviving person; in her handicapped position still miraculously defending herself pretty well. Feng, with hallucinations still running high, could only continue until she lanced her sister through the heart. Moments later when the police arrived, under the first spell of Madness-free calm for two years, she turned herself in to live, from then, solitary confinement; a place they shipped her off to the moment insanity began depriving free will.
Not that she was ever quite so taken beneath it, ever again. The knowledge of murdering her sister in specific, as all the others didn't hold quite so much water, kept her conscious enough to regret; and not succumb to the urges so quickly. Although, of course, it still happens sometimes now. In any case, it was in this cell that the letter came for the Underworld; in which she accepted purely on a whim's case.
Other:
(Anything else?)
In another time. (For some reason I started laughing really hard putting this here)
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