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名字 Name :
Hēinǐ - 嘿你 (no family name)功夫 Style :
A rather strange blend of Shaolin, Emei and Kongtong. She knows a few Wudang techniques but is really not very good at them. None of her techniques are anything like the way the masters practice them. She is actually best at Kongtong, and finds the gentle, fluid moves to be most useful, however the main teachings of this school are unknown to her.五行 Element :
Fire喜歡 Ons :
Having enough to eat, having somewhere warm to sleep, not getting caught, daydreaming about her parents, learning, being unnoticed, being useful, being underestimated.反感 Offs :
Jobsworths, hunger, cold, getting caught, being noticed, feeling useless, being seen for what she really is, being lonely.高度 Height :
149 cm个子 Build :
Slight描写 Description :
Heini is short and skinny. she has long, spiky, dark brown hair that generally is kept in various braids to keep it from flopping all; over the place. She generally wears dun coloured clothing, often little more than rags, although occasionally she will be seen wearing something finer. She has, from time to time, been mistaken for a child, even though she is actually in her early 20s.个性 Personality :
Heini is lonely, and unloved. She is not really selfish, she just seems that way, because she always looks out for number one. She has no real sense of right and wrong, and has no issues with taking what is not hers in order to survive. In fact she is rather good at taking stuff. There is a streak of good in her, she is not totally irredeemable, and if the right people were to take her in hand she could become a useful member of society. However as it stands, she is on a slippery slope towards evil. She is remarkably bright and learns things very quickly.传记 Story :
Heini is a foundling. She was left with the monks at the Kongtong school and raised by them, however she was never fully accepted as a member of the school, seeing as many of the students there were the children of wealthy people. She earned her keep, from the age of nine, by running errands, sweeping floors, doing laundry. As she got older, she slowly found herself working harder, doing more difficult jobs, rising earlier and going to bed later. It was not cruelty on the part of the monks, nor was it in any way deliberate, in fact it was not even thoughtlessness. It was just that there were things that needed doing, and she found herself doing them.
As she worked, cleaning the slates and smoothing the sand-boards, and wiping down the chalk boards at the end of each day in the classrooms, she would read what was written and learn from it - the monks had taught her to read, write and add up, and no more - and so she taught herself a variety of kung fu techniques, none of them done correctly, and all of them a mishmash of different skills.
She would also supplement her meagre diet with petty pilferage from the kitchens. She discovered that the movement techniques of Kongtong leant themselves especially well to stealthy movement and concealment. What she lacked was the spirit of community and chivalry, seeing herself as an outsider. She began to do more than simply steal food, taking things of value. There was a small shop in the town where she would take her stolen goods, the unscrupulous shopkeeper would give her a fraction of their actual value, which she would spend on extra food or clothing.
Until one day she was caught red handed. It seemed that her thievery had not gone unnoticed and the monks had set a trap for her that she fell right into. They were admittedly surprised by whom they caught, but her punishment was that she was cast out of the schools and put in prison. The gaol was not especially high security, she was underestimated by everyone. So she easily escaped and made her way back into the town, where she embarked on a life of crime, stealing what she needed to survive and just a little
more, putting something by against a possible future when she might need it.
Her one fantasy in this apparently cruel world is that one day her parents will come back for her. She imagines them as being great heroes, warriors, fighting for the greater good. She knows, deep in her heart that they will never return, but her hope that she is wrong keeps her going. In moments of reality, when she acknowledges they are probably dead, she likes to think that they died heroically in battle. Of course, her natural cynicism tells her that her mother was most likely a whore and her father most likely a bandit.
The irony is that, unknown to her, her fantasy is not so very far from the truth...
I have tried not to make her too much of a "Mary-Sue", but if anything needs changing, let me know.