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 |  Subject: Zhū Xiulan (WiP)  Mon Aug 27, 2012 9:58 pm | |
| First Name: Xiulan
Last Name: Zhū
Alias: None.
Gender: Female (♀)
Age: 17 yrs old
Height: 5 ft. 5 in.
Weight: 132lbs
Birthday:
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationships:
Affiliation: Kusamuragakure (Originally Zijin Cheng)
Rank: Genin
Element: Katon
Specialization: Taijutsu Personality: Likes: Dislikes: Motivation: Fears:  Place clan name here“Let me tell you the tale…”
(Post-birth History) - Spoiler:
- Quote :
Hums of war were beginning to plague the wind carrying its chant universally, unrestricted, unbound by the perils that could inadvertently develop. It swept countries and reached places unimaginable by mortal sight. These hums would become louder in time – managing to shake even those thought to be unmovable. It was during this period where many men would raise to be tested in strength - a period which gave birth to the tale of a boy who was tested in the nature of a battle conjugated by those who surrounded him. Thus igniting a silent war of his own inconspicuous accord.
It was during this time in Zijing Cheng -where even the hums of war had been heard- did this tale take place. It was an autumn, when a young eighteen year-old hailing from the Zhū family had decided to enlist in the emperor’s army. His name has was Huang, Huang Zhū, a boy whose family name was not very well known and did not manage to live up to its own expectations. He was driven by the feeling of unproductiveness, therefore taking action. He did not have much to show at his young age – he had never even been in a single fight before, never had he been the center of attention. Though, he knew his family could not continue living unnoticed.
Despite the hopes of the army giving him a good name, Huang had soon enough discovered how calm the city was. It had its own uncontroversial affairs, nothing that could completely drive Zijin Cheng into utter madness - making the boy become increasingly uninterested, which caused him to request a change: he wished to drop his title of soldier just to become an escort. It was a simple request, a request denied by most of the army and ignored by the emperor himself due to his inexperience in the field. Huang accepted this, continuing his work as a soldier throughout a remainder of two years.
In these two years, he worked rigorously to build his physical strength to something much deserving of the soldier title. With support from his parents, he also succeeded in stopping the small quarrels that would occur on occasion. It led some extent of respect, yet not enough to change his title as he wished.
He was twenty one at the time - a year had passed since his last request to the emperor – when she met him. An unobtainable woman of great beauty. She had heard the soldier’s name being spoken of – a curiosity had overtaken her as the name did not sound familiar in any way. She became obsessed with him soon after meeting and, as her name would be requested, she called herself Yun Qiao, a name that implied a respectful position among those who lived in Zijin Cheng. Despite the emperor’s denial of Huang’s position and her father’s warnings, he became her escort immediately.
At first, this sort of occurrence had been sought to be a rich woman’s spoiled wish. But it was strange how she had so suddenly wanted this common boy to accompany her everywhere. She had become instantly smitten -much to her father’s displeasure- with the inexperienced soldier that now was her escort. Consequently, such an event gave room to rumors to the rash decision. The famed for their perfection in jewelry Qiaos had accepted something less than perfect. It was rumored that the grand family had some sort of plan, that a simple soldier could not possibly become an escort for such people, that the family had been corrupted somehow. The Zhū name was establishing itself in Zijin Cheng, be it for the better or the worst.
At this time, Huang was oblivious to the woman’s infatuation. Yet he knew very well how she had affected his reputation – she had gotten him far and, for him, it was a great pleasure being able to see himself as something bigger, bigger than anyone else. Yun Qiao would encourage him; spoil him even, requesting that he would stay at her side.
With time, young Huang would become stronger and more educated at the mercy of the Qiaos. Yun had proposed all that is possible for her little soldier to flourish, to gain a better name. She had given him money, respect, power and recognition. The Zhū soldier was now an object of wealth and loathing, a formidable escort and a person to be feared. Huang knew his place within the city was established, yet desired more. The fame established by the Qiaos was beginning to seem small in comparison to the one he began to seek. His judgment was beginning to cloud itself with wishes of conquering; he began to see the emperor and those around him as inferior beings waiting to be ruled, waiting to bow to him as their leader. So his arrogance grew, and with his wishes of conquering came a new light upon the Qiao’s beautiful daughter. All this time she had helped him climb the latter, reach a place thought unreachable, he was beginning to call it love, devotion. He was twenty seven at the time when, for the first time, he confessed his devotion to Yun - how together they could undoubtedly start a path to something much, much bigger.
For a year, they kept his confession away from the family head believing he would never accept. Huang had become estranged from his own family and resorted to living within the Qiao compound at the demand of the young woman with which he had seemingly fallen in love with. Although this had not fallen well with his parents they knew their son was beginning to live a better life than the one they had given him so they stayed silent, hoping their son would not stray far without their guidance.
With Yun Qiao at his feet, Huang slowly began to voice the idea of becoming a guard for the emperor. It was time for him to rise and become more than just an escort; it would allow him to be near a great power. Yun’s father, seeing the boy’s resolve, opted to bring in a few good words – it was clear his thoughts on Huang had changed considerably. It seemed her father had acknowledged the boy’s turnabout. In his eyes, the Zhū soldier was becoming more of a man. So it was requested that once again Huang Zhū would change his rank.
As he did, the Qiao family head decided it was time for the boy to be cut loose from all his pleasantries. He would not be spoiled again as he could now handle himself without their assistance. Therefore, Yun was forbidden to allow him to indulge in materialistic pleasures. This did not sit well with the newly-appointed guard - he had become accustomed to having his every need satiated and more. Acting on a whim, he proposed marriage to Yun Qiao hoping the family would begin to spoil him once more. To his dismay, it did not occur. Huang would have to resort to another source.
As he neared thirty, the man who was Huang Zhū was idolized by many and even befriended the Forbidden City’s emperor. He had become much of a celebrity during his two years serving as a guard. He was credited for being strong, intelligent and fierce. He had also established a family with Yun Qiao with whom he had two children. The man was living suitably to his liking, yet he vied for more. He missed the times he would become spoiled and, due to this, temptation began to rise within his arrogance. He began stealing from the Qiao fortune. Jewelry, money, everything – he would steal it. Not carelessly, though, carefully and calculated he would muster a plan to steal without being noticed. Usually the amounts stolen wouldn’t be grand, but small portions that could easily be overlooked.
Every time he would steal he would return to his family’s house. His parents were overjoyed at the sight of their son – more now that he had become such an idol. However, they found his sudden visits strange. It seemed to them like he was hiding something, but yet again would stay silent. So Huang would use his parents’ house as a place to store his pilfered goods, sometimes even offering them as gifts to the people who raised him.
It was during one of his visits, where he found someone in particular. A woman, plain and humble. She was about ten years older than him and, for some strange instance, found her enchanting. Huang did not speak to her at first, nor did he approach her. He simply watched her from afar, observing, learning. He became obsessed with her such as his spouse had with him. When he finally approached her, the woman had seemed indifferent to his power and fame. It angered him at first but, not being able to withhold his obsession, he subdued his anger and resorted to offering her a gift: a necklace lined with pearls and a Chinese rose as its centerpiece which held a small ruby in its core. The woman had hesitated at first, but accepted as an offering of peace. The gift received was, of course, stolen from the Qiao family’s jewels. It was an heirloom of indefinite value that had been passed throughout the generations. Obtaining it had not been much of a challenge – he simply asked the current holder to give it to him as a reminder of their love. Giving it to someone else would spell instant death, so he told the woman named Jiao Feng –the woman who was his newfound obsession- to only wear it when they both were to meet. It was strange, but intriguing so she accepted.
At the age of thirty-two, Huang had already spent countless nights with the older woman. By using his parents’ house as an excuse, he would return each morning to his children and wife believing to be safe from suspicion. Yun would be wary of this; it was certainly strange how distant he had become. How he would always be going to visits. So she questioned him, and he, of course, denied any accusation. He would state he was visiting so often simply because he missed his parental figures, saying his job would take such a toll on him he would have to stay and rest. So she believed him, believed he was faithful and let him off.
Such suspicion caused Huang to grow anxious; he knew if he continued he would soon be uncovered. So he began to formulate a plan to rid himself of everything. He would find a way to escape, to leave the city and find other means of power. His stolen wealth was enough for him to start elsewhere, to live comfortably. He had wished to bring Jiao Feng in his escape but reconsidered, he knew it would cause her too much trouble to even try. So he sought her out one night, he had decided to tell her, and only her, about his escape - about how he planned to survive and live elsewhere. It was odd, though: She did not seem surprised or taken back when the news reached her ears. Instead, she remained calm, composed even. It was almost as if she was anticipating such an event to occur, almost as if she did not care. She surprisingly supported his decision: saying she would miss him greatly, wishing him the best of luck, telling him to be careful but, most of all, not to forget about her. She wanted him to at least remember their relationship - to know it was not all in vain. So he promised her he would not, he said he would not find another woman such like her. And just like that he told her he would give her a gift just like the first time they met. So they spent one last night together and, in the morning, he left to the Qiao compound bowing to return with an object he would consider as valuable as their love. That morning, Jiao Feng knew she had not voiced everything the night before. There was something more, something she nearly felt ashamed to announce to him. Something she knew could stop him from leaving, something that could hurt both of them... She was pregnant.
Huang Zhū had left unaware of her secret, but determined to bring an object which honored them both. Once he arrived at the compound, he excused himself and immediately locked himself in his room just to devise a plan that would bring him close to his objective. That day he had spent countless hours secluded, planning. His work as a guard for the emperor had allowed him to view the giant structure thoroughly. He knew the blind spots, the shifts and the hours in which the halls would seem less crowded with guards. It was an easy task in a way -seeing as he had become friendly with the emperor- but quite straining if everything were to be perfect. If he was to get away with it, he could not leave any traces, any marks, nothing. He knew some of the guards would be wary of him as some of them never did seem grateful for his magnificent presence.So he would have to be extra careful.
Huang had decided to begin immediately. Everything was to be carried out normally: he would wake in the morning, attend his family, and then head to his duties with the emperor until midafternoon where his shift would change with someone else. In this shift he would go back to his family at the compound, then a walk around the city until he reached his parents’ house where he would usually wait for certain older woman to pass by. Although this time, it was not the case. He was preparing himself for sunset where he would have to return to his duties for the last time.
The sun had set, and he began his way to the emperor’s estate where his plan was to be carried out later that day. His intent on acquiring certain item was admirable in a thief’s eyes. So he began his guard duties normally by scouting out the outer area of the domain. Everything was in place, nobody seemed to have any suspicions, though. Next was the inner portion, the halls and such. It was crucial the hall which led to the emperor’s room was empty which, of course, was not. The door to his room had two guards at each side – an easy bunch. All he had to do was approach them and say how he believed he heard the emperor request both of them with a voice of uncertainty, a voice which could lead them to believe he made a mistake. They were hesitant at first as they never did trust him, but seeing as he was well-liked by the emperor they both decided to go. Huang told them he would look for two other guards to take their place in their absence. So he began to walk away, the guards seeing this, went along normally. As they did, Huang simply turned to the room and entered. He quickly searched it, but did not find what he was looking for. So he exited and decided to look for the guards who would take the other two’s place. It was a shame he did not find what he vied for, but he knew it would have to be hidden somewhere else. Somewhere he could easily enter as night approached.
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