Chen Long-YuDate of birth:
September 1, 1921Character archetype:
Ambitious Triad EnforcerBiography:
Chen Long-Yu is not much for Taoist sorcery, but even he would have to admit that, as one born in the year of the Metal Rooster where the White Tiger holds sway, he couldn't possibly have been a better candidate for its authenticity. Confident, blunt, and concerned about his outward appearance; aggressive, self-reliant and ambitious to the point of near treachery; strong, rigid, and unyielding in both opinions and beliefs; and finally, he is the king of beasts in the Octagon Triad's holdings of the West.
Chen Long-Yu was not his birth name; in fact, he's not even sure that he HAD a name at birth. All he remembered was being on the streets of Hong Kong, cold, hungry, and alone. He lived in this misery, watching those who were either successful or lucky or both, Chinese and foreigners, laugh and party all day long while throwing a few scraps his way and thinking themselves charitable. The young man looked at this and vowed that one day, he would BE one of those lucky, successful people, and that he would never go hungry again.
Young, angry, ripe for picking; is it any wonder then that one of the many Triad groups found a use for such a boy? The only wonder was that it took them until he was ten to notice, and even then he had to pick the pocket of Chen Wong, the Boss of the Octagon Triad.
The normal price for picking a Triad boss' pocket was three fingers, if you were lucky. And few were considered "lucky" to be caught by the self-proclaimed "Taoist Sorcerer" Chen Wong If that was the case, then the gods themselves must have been watching out for Long-Yu, because instead of being crippled and sent on his way, Wong was feeling unusually compassionate that day, and "adopted" the boy, giving him his own family name.
Chen Long-Yu may have "officially" been in the Chen family, but it was quite clear that blood relations meant more, or at least allowed for leniency. Wong's natural children were for the most part, lazy opium addicts and spendthrifts, a luxury Long-Yu wasn't allowed. He was instead ruthlessly integrated into the world of the Triad; forced into training in Piguaquan and Bajiquan martial arts until his body scarred and his bones cracked; hours on the shooting ranges with a 1921 Luger, a sharp blow from a bamboo cane for every shot missed; forced to learn English so as to better interact with their British buyers. And the ambitious Chen Long-Yu would become quite good at anything he was asked to do; nightmares of the streets were all to real to allow failure.
Then, a telegram from New York reached Chen Wong, a telegram from perhaps his only competent child and the head of Octagon Triad's American Branch [which was as close to a banishment as Wong's heart could give to his rebellious daughter, who's own ambitions rivaled Long-Yu's], his daughter Chen Pingyi. She told him that she may have finally found the location of the object he had been searching for, the object that would give him the ultimate power over the Tao that he had sought even as he attained power over Hong Kong; the Eye of the Dragon.
Chen Long-Yu had stopped believing in magic long ago. To him, Wong's Taoist "magic" comprised of parlor tricks and the charismatic sway an old man held over opium-addicted fools, but Wong wanted it, and what the old man wanted, he sent Long-Yu to collect.
Now, in America, Long-Yu is looking for the Eye, partially to appease the old man, and partially for his own ambitions of setting up his own family, and partially to stick it to Pingyi, who has come to see him as a hated rival yet "source of forbidden desire", whatever THAT was supposed to mean. Long-Yu would get the Eye, and Heaven help any who tried to stop him.