Post by pilipinas on Mar 9, 2010 19:08:36 GMT -5
Name: Wang Feng (Westernized: Feng Wang)
Country of Origin: Xiānggǎng Special Administrative Region/Hong Kong, SAR of the People's Republic of China
Gender Male.
Age: Sixteen.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110lbs.
Appearance: Mature for his age, Feng is tall and slender. He has dark, dark brown hair like many Asians, though cropped short with longer bangs. A commonplace expression for him often makes one think that he's scowling all the time. His eyebrows are naturally thicker than the usual Asian's, for unexplained reasons. (To not be as alienated in Europe, Feng usually claims to be half-European, his brows a proof.)
Because he dislikes European clothing, Feng will openly wear a danggua or other various oriental apparel instead.
Crew member of:
Status: (He's planning to be a stowaway, or at least sneak onto a ship.)
Pet: None . . .
Personality: Feng is hard to describe. He's a stone-faced young man, almost completely unreadable due to the fact that emotion doesn't seem to cross his face, save for the occasional half-smile. (And I mean occasional.) His natural expression is borderline of a scowl, so often people think he's upset when he isn't. There are many instances where, yes, he is irritated in the slightest however. Oh the ironic sentence 'comes with the territory' that describes the story of his life.
Somewhat soft spoken, Feng speaks a mixture of English and the Chinese languages, Mandarin and Cantonese when he does actually open his mouth. Not to say that he is shy, he just tends to mosey on without saying a word. He loves firecrackers, finding the art of light beautiful. While he has spent a lot of time in Europe, he still feels more safe and at home in Asia. He's more wary of Europeans, even now. He distrusts many on first impulse, simply because it is often safer, and easier than relying on another. Strong and self-reliant, he is a young man whom would either share an unbreakable bond, or share nothing at all.
Feng is something of a deep thinker, but leaves his thoughts to himself. He gets emotional, but has a hard time showing it. Not that his actions are not thought through, but the only person who knows his thought process is himself. It's commonplace for him to act without any vocal notice. With his silent thoughts, however, it does make him crafty. And to his benefit, his mute nature makes him often underestimated; a sore, sore problem for those who make this assumption.
History: The youngest in his family, Feng was raised and taught how to live by his older brother and sister. Because their mother died very soon after his birth, he silently assumed that it was partially his own fault. Thus, he did his best to help out his older brother and sister. His brother, Yao, was his idol, even as a small child. With more than 10 years between them, he was more like a father than a brother, even, since their father's line of work called him out of the home. Yao spread his kindness to the rest of the children in their village in East Asia, so Feng matured quickly and never tried to be a burden. He was the kind of child that worked on their own, even when they needed help.
But with the flood of Europeans taking their fill and then some of the riches of Asia, the family's home was not spared. A ransack of thievery was not new (because of course, there were also thieves about in Asia), but this time it was one that would be fatal. Feng's father had come home that day, so all three siblings were excited. His sister went to fish; his brother went to gather other food from the forest. This left Feng home to welcome his father. The only thing he greeted, however, was his father's dead body that fell through the door. He was shot in the back just as he had gotten home.
Feng, paralyzed with terror, was knocked out by the assailant band. The next thing he knew, the boy of ten was on a rickety boat in the middle of the ocean. He wasn't the only one shackled in the brig; some of the other Asian children from his village were there as well.
Slave trades. That was all he knew for the next few years. All of the children in the batch were sold throughout Europe to fat aristocrats and higher-ups who wanted an obedient little oriental child to flash and amaze their party guests. He was forced to learn to clean and serve, and learn basic English. Feng was sold to a British noble, but was bounced around a fair amount of houses before he finally found the strength to run away. At the moment, his only goal is to find a ship to take him back to Asia, and find his family again.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: That Sparrow man, m'hmm~
[[ [/bandwagoned on China's history to make things smoother] Sorry, the appearance is kind of cheap. T _ T ]]
Country of Origin: Xiānggǎng Special Administrative Region/Hong Kong, SAR of the People's Republic of China
Gender Male.
Age: Sixteen.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 110lbs.
Appearance: Mature for his age, Feng is tall and slender. He has dark, dark brown hair like many Asians, though cropped short with longer bangs. A commonplace expression for him often makes one think that he's scowling all the time. His eyebrows are naturally thicker than the usual Asian's, for unexplained reasons. (To not be as alienated in Europe, Feng usually claims to be half-European, his brows a proof.)
Because he dislikes European clothing, Feng will openly wear a danggua or other various oriental apparel instead.
Crew member of:
Status: (He's planning to be a stowaway, or at least sneak onto a ship.)
Pet: None . . .
Personality: Feng is hard to describe. He's a stone-faced young man, almost completely unreadable due to the fact that emotion doesn't seem to cross his face, save for the occasional half-smile. (And I mean occasional.) His natural expression is borderline of a scowl, so often people think he's upset when he isn't. There are many instances where, yes, he is irritated in the slightest however. Oh the ironic sentence 'comes with the territory' that describes the story of his life.
Somewhat soft spoken, Feng speaks a mixture of English and the Chinese languages, Mandarin and Cantonese when he does actually open his mouth. Not to say that he is shy, he just tends to mosey on without saying a word. He loves firecrackers, finding the art of light beautiful. While he has spent a lot of time in Europe, he still feels more safe and at home in Asia. He's more wary of Europeans, even now. He distrusts many on first impulse, simply because it is often safer, and easier than relying on another. Strong and self-reliant, he is a young man whom would either share an unbreakable bond, or share nothing at all.
Feng is something of a deep thinker, but leaves his thoughts to himself. He gets emotional, but has a hard time showing it. Not that his actions are not thought through, but the only person who knows his thought process is himself. It's commonplace for him to act without any vocal notice. With his silent thoughts, however, it does make him crafty. And to his benefit, his mute nature makes him often underestimated; a sore, sore problem for those who make this assumption.
History: The youngest in his family, Feng was raised and taught how to live by his older brother and sister. Because their mother died very soon after his birth, he silently assumed that it was partially his own fault. Thus, he did his best to help out his older brother and sister. His brother, Yao, was his idol, even as a small child. With more than 10 years between them, he was more like a father than a brother, even, since their father's line of work called him out of the home. Yao spread his kindness to the rest of the children in their village in East Asia, so Feng matured quickly and never tried to be a burden. He was the kind of child that worked on their own, even when they needed help.
But with the flood of Europeans taking their fill and then some of the riches of Asia, the family's home was not spared. A ransack of thievery was not new (because of course, there were also thieves about in Asia), but this time it was one that would be fatal. Feng's father had come home that day, so all three siblings were excited. His sister went to fish; his brother went to gather other food from the forest. This left Feng home to welcome his father. The only thing he greeted, however, was his father's dead body that fell through the door. He was shot in the back just as he had gotten home.
Feng, paralyzed with terror, was knocked out by the assailant band. The next thing he knew, the boy of ten was on a rickety boat in the middle of the ocean. He wasn't the only one shackled in the brig; some of the other Asian children from his village were there as well.
Slave trades. That was all he knew for the next few years. All of the children in the batch were sold throughout Europe to fat aristocrats and higher-ups who wanted an obedient little oriental child to flash and amaze their party guests. He was forced to learn to clean and serve, and learn basic English. Feng was sold to a British noble, but was bounced around a fair amount of houses before he finally found the strength to run away. At the moment, his only goal is to find a ship to take him back to Asia, and find his family again.
Did you read the rules? Who is a Beastie?: That Sparrow man, m'hmm~
[[ [/bandwagoned on China's history to make things smoother] Sorry, the appearance is kind of cheap. T _ T ]]
