Weung Xaiwei
Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2017 9:17 pm
Weung Xaiwei
Weung's foreign heritage is noticeable at first glance. Short, thin, yet well muscled, he has a confident gait that somewhat hints at the speed he possesses. His braided long black hair hangs down his back almost reaching to the back of his legs. Weung will never be seen with shoes or boots of any kind on his feet.
Race: Human
Age: 26
Height: 5'6
Weight: 165 lbs
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Facial Hair Style: None
Personality Profile:
Discipline is Weung's defining trait. When he is not eating or sleeping he is training. He believes that discipline leads to success and ensures survival. Others would say he is utterly meticulous when it comes to everything he does. From his clothes to his living space, everything is very orderly and well kept.
While certainly not unfriendly, Weung is usually quiet. He sees gossip and antics as unnecessary distractions that take away from more important matters. Around those he trusts Weung will share a bit of his dry humor and an occasional smile.
General Health: Weung is in excellent general health.
Deity: Self preservation with no supernatural aid of any kind. Weung sees asking a deity for intervention or aid of any sort as a lack of self discipline. He feels that if you have a genuine need that you will find a way.
Initial Alignment: Lawful Neutral
Profession: Martial Artist. Fighter, Performer
Base Class & Proposed Development: Monk 25, Shadowdancer 5
Habits/Hobbies: Most of his time is spent training
Languages: Common
Weapon of Choice: Fists and Feet
Background:
Weung Xaiwei was born in 1327 The Year of the Blue Flame to a father who was a fisherman, and a mother who cared for them both. They made their home in small fishing and farming village in the province of Ausa within T'u Lung. Hard work in the fields, on the water, and in martial training were a way of life. Weung's memories of home are vague, but the value of hard work and discipline remain with him.
At only six years of age Weung was growing in to quite the martial student. When he wasn't practicing, he worked in the fields helping plant and care for the villages crops. The fields are where Weung was on the morning that the ships came. He watched them at first in awe, then in terror as they began firing their catapults into the village and the water nearby. Lightning and fireballs rained off of those three monstrous ships decimating the village's small and defenseless fishing fleet. When the landing crafts came, they had little trouble cutting through the village's meager defense. Guai Yan, the village wu jen, placed a circle of invisibility around the children and in a mighty display of magic managed to slay 2 of the invading wizards before he succumbed to the onslaught. When he fell the children were all that was left, and they were taken as slaves.
Being dragged through the wreckage of his home, seeing the carnage brought by those that destroyed it has certainly left an imprint in Weung's mind. Often when he trains, his mind wanders back to that day. When he does look back, he trains longer, hits harder and faster than most days, often to the point of bloodying his knuckles.
For two years Weung was dragged across the land being bought and sold from one slave trader to another. Some treated him as garbage, and others somewhat better, but none showed any sort of kindness or hint of respect. In his third year of slavery, the boy was sold to visiting thayan traders. They took him at the age of 9 to a foreign land and made him a servant. Almost a year of servitude full of degrading tasks and some magical experimentation, (usually painful and torturous) passed before Weung was sold yet again.
Not done yet, just out of time. There is more to come soon
