Synopsis
I must bring back honor to myself..
Description
Before I begin to tell you what I look like I have to make sure that no one is around. Quick I must make sure that no one eavesdrops on this conversation! If I learn that you have told anyone how I really look like I will curse you and your family, it shall bring dishonor to you, you family as well as your cow! Alright then do you understand?
Some would say that I am a cross dresser, now before you just jump to conclusions learn of my history and my reasoning behind it; scroll down a bit if you wanna read that first. I'm around twenty-three years old, my birthday, which is rather close, will bring me to the age of twenty-four. Now I will tell you how I look when I'm trying to find work, whether as a hunter or just some oddball job. My black waist-length hair is tied into a low bun, I use charcoal to make my eyebrows a little bit thicker and to but a little bit of bags under my all to feminine chocolate brown eyes. I stand around five-foot four, but when someone ask me why I'm such a small man I always attribute it to it being normal for people across the sea. I also bind my chest, not that there is much to bind really but it's just to flatten it out. My attire consists of a blueish greyish robe and paired with Tabi boots, the norm of a man's attire. As for what I wear when I'm in a more comfortable surrounding, or when I'm out on a hunt it has a more feminine touch to it. It's a very classical cheongsam dress, a powder blue color that has a slit that comes to about my hips on both sides. I wear black tights under the dress and usually wear silk slippers but if I'm on a hunt then I just keep the Tabi boots on. I let my hair down when I'm wearing the dress, with a simple plum blossom comb to the left of my head. When I'm hunting I tend to have it as a low bun at the side of my head with the comb tucked into it. I haven't try on any of the western clothing because I find my clothing is just more comfortable for me and it's easier to disguise myself as a man.
Personality
With the upbringing I had I guess you could say that I do everything with elegance and a direct sense of purpose. To do anything halfheartedly would bring dishonor to your character. Even when I was working as an entertainer for a bunch of thugs I didn't waste my energy by doing it with a little care. I guess you could say I have very conservative ideas, even when I was faced with the unholy things that this earth is plagued with I still hold the typical traditions. I'm a master at putting up a front, to be able to keep calm under the most dire of circumstance, in the face of danger my face is emotionless.
I'm not sure what else to say, I'm not use to talking about myself really.
Equipment / Abilities
Equipment
I prefer a long bow to anything else, just because I like to stay away from to much gore when hunting. It makes it cleaner then a gun, that just blows the subject to bits, or a sword, hacking away at the prey. Messy, it makes me a little queasy, a clean shot between the eyes is all you really need to take down any beast I say. Like most I have a hidden gun and knife, carefully hidden under my dress; attached high on my thighs.
Abilities
I'm a capable healer, my mother had been a medicine woman and taught me all that she knew, intending to past the business over to me. So if you need a quick fix up or are in need of an amputation and everything in between I'm your girl.
History
I was a noble man's daughter, but because he was such a gambler he lost all our wealth and even our own home. To try and pay off our debt he had sold my older sister, me, as well as his own wife. Unfortunately for my mother and my sister, who was recently widowed, were considered 'used' goods and were used as prostitutes. I was separated from them and put into the entertainment business rather than the pleasure side. I had always had a musical talent to me and those thugs used me until my voice would crack. I would sing day and night, many to the public to attract their attention the a restaurant during the day and singing lullabies to drunker who didn't want to return to wife. Every passing day I cursed my father's name, damning him for bring such dishonor to our family.
One year later a military man, who was once good friends with her father, had spotted her through the window one day. That night when she was on the road to entertain at the night bar the military man stopped her and asked what had happened for her to be in this state. Panicking she slipped into a dimly lit alleyway and explained to the man that she was free to speak to anyone, someone owned her; she told him the dishonor that her father brought upon her as well as the rest of her family. The man had frowned and said that he would figure out a way to get her out of this mess. A few weeks after that conversation a large military procession came through the red district; claim to be doing a random search of the premises. I was near an alleyway when I felt someone pull me deeper into it, covering my mouth to prevent me from screaming. It was my father's friend, he shoved some military clothing into my chest and told me to just to bundle up the clothes I was wearing now. I did as I was told and as soon as I finished getting dress it seem that all the military men regrouped and were preparing to head out. He had pushed me into the group of men and I just fell into line with them.
I was able to escape the red district, but I wasn't able to take my disguise of a military man off just yet. The outlaws had eyes and ears everywhere so I kept close to my uncle, as he told me to address him. For a years I dressed up as a man, was trained my my military uncle playing the part of a dutiful nephew, but an incident at a bar changed that. I had accidentally collided with a thug who use to make sure I didn't stop sing at the restaurant. Panicking I started at the ground and said to him, "Sorry about that, you know you get those manly urges. And you just want to punch something." I collided my fist to my open palm to prove me point, but the thug was inspecting my face. I could see in the corner of my eye that he was starting to put the pieces together, and I just threw a bottle at another patrons head. He had turned the thug around and punched him, a bar fight ensued after that. I had told my uncle what had occurred and he gave me a amused but trouble face. "You started a bar fight? You were always quite spirited when you were younger..." he chuckle but his expression took a more serious look."It's no longer safe for you here Mulan, even dressed as you are the thugs grow more and more in number and I fear that you'll be whipped back into that life. I have a friend who is to set of into a different land, I'll have it arranged for you to depart with him. In the mean time just state in the house." He made no room for arguments.
So here I am now, the man my uncle entrusted me to is very kind and very supportive. When I told him that I wanted to explore this land he made no objections, he told me I should do his exploring for him. He has told me that I had a home there and that if I need anything I should let him know. However I want to make a decent living for myself, bring honor to my name some how. When I realized that here you could make a living by hunting monsters, I found a great use of the training I had under a military man.
Extra
I'm a songstress to heart, I love music but when it comes down to it fighting and hunting is my living. Now and again I feel the need to just be a woman for a day as ask around a decent looking town to see if they were in need of some foreign entertainment. Since I was a child my mother made sure that I worked at my natural talent, along with learning to dance, prepare a tea ceremony, herb indication and usage, etc. The last one actual comes in handy now a day, you have to work with what's available.
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