Post by fu on Nov 23, 2009 1:19:39 GMT -5
Name: Fu-Lan Fen
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Group: Earth Kingdom Citizen
Nation: Earth Kingdom
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Fu-Lan has a small but rounded build, standing at 5’ 4” and weighing in at roughly 130 pounds. Her hair, parted dead center, is a dark, chocolate brown descending far past her shoulders to her navel in uneven sections. Although, Fu sometimes allows her hair to hang freely, she usually gathers it all up into a high ponytail allowing chin length hair, framing her small, heart-shaped face. Her eyes are a similar shape to an almond – wide in the middle, but slant out. Her nose is small and slightly upturned. Fu has a small dark, freckle on her right nostril (looks like a nose stud, but just a mole). Her lips have been given the nickname “lemon lips” because they are full and look a little like she’s always pouting. They are a dark pink, with the lower lip being bigger than the upper. Fu-Lan’s skin is a darker shade of caramel (a more yellow copper) and for the most part, somewhat smooth. Her eyes are a crisp auburn color enclosed by long, dark lashes, and matching slightly arched eyebrows. To her distaste, Fu’s shoulders are rather broad and her arms, although toned, still have noticeable amount of fat. Her breasts are full but aren’t overwhelming of the rest of her body. Fu-Lan’s stomach is her favorite aspect of herself since it is small and toned and curves into her hips and backside giving her a good shape. She has strong legs that are still insulated with a noticeable layer of fat. Her feet and toes are small and she has a high arch. Fu-Lan’s skin is mostly free from any scars from childhood or teenage life. The only think she has are small dots from misplace needles that usually disappear soon after they are formed.
Clothing/Armor: Fu-Lan’s normal attire is based on the Chinese Hanfu style and consists of very earthly shades. Firstly, she wears a dark green, backless, halter that is tied over her ribs to support her breasts. She wears a ground skimming, matching skirt, as well. This skirt has a ribbon connected the top hem that wraps abound her hips twice and ties to create a double layered skirt. Over the under-layers, Fu-Lan has a myrtle green robe that has large and angled out sleeves. The robe fabric that folds over her torso creates a v-neckline. The sleeves of the robe have a five-inch, cream fabric area creates a large edging. The cream cuff is bordered with golden thread as well as half oval embroidery. The hem of the neckline also has the same cream color and embroidery but is only about two-inches thick. Over this robe, Fu wears a simple dark jungle green vest with olive drab lining. She uses a ribbon matching her under-layer skirt to tie tightly around her waist and ties it off in the back. Although, her shoes usually don’t show, they are usually brown, flat, rounded toe moccasins.
Weapons: Fu-Lan hardly knows anything about fighting. Her greatest defense against anything is to scream at the top of her lungs and that’s about it. Fu-Lan is also actually, quite flexible. Even though, that could be used to her advantage, Fu hasn’t used it for anything but doing the occasional splits and difficult stretches.
Personality: Along with her family, Fu-Lan has a crude sense of humor. She doesn’t mind awkward situations or conversations that are completely un-ladylike. Although, raised mostly by women, Fu was always around the suggestive conversations of her horny aunts. Looking back now, Fu is still surprised why she isn’t traumatized. Growing up with multiple people living her house with her, she has become a rather patient individual. When something happens to anger or upset her, she usually can just shake it off. Though, when Fu reaches her boiling point, best stay clear.
Fu-Lan can be indecisive at times, but it’s mostly for small things that don’t need much thought. She’s a little egotistical as well as incredibly whimsical. She was raised to always treasure herself as a strong, beautiful, woman. This makes Fu very sure of herself. She does enjoy having a man around, maybe a little too much, though has bad luck with them. Probably because of all the stories her aunts and older cousins would tell her about. Fu is actually very superstitious. She believes that her family was cursed and that she could always find a way to fix it. Even walking under ladders and breaking mirrors make her shiver.
Background: Fu-Lan was born into the Fen family in Ba Seng Se. The Fen family was known for supplying silk and one-of-a-kind clothing to the royal/ higher up citizens in Ba Seng Se. Generation after generation, the Fen clan came up with the best designs, fabric and expensive, social attire in the upper ring. They always had plently of money to go around. Life was pretty good.
Fu was planned into her family but she was a shocker. Fu’s parents paid the best doctors and shamen to see if she would be a girl or boy. Because of her slow heart rate, the doctors were sure she was male. This made the Fen family very, very joyful. The last time a boy was born into the family had been around 30 years ago.
When Fu was finally born, he parents and doctors were in complete lack of speech. Non-the less, they were still ecstatic to see their baby girl.
Fu-Lan was named after the flower her father gave her mother after their first date – an orchid. Although her name is Fu-Lan, she is usually called Fu since, to be honest, she doesn’t think her relatives remember her full name. Unlike many other families that were torn apart during the war, Fu’s family was brought together. Although she was born an only child, she grew up along side her mother and father, and her entire mother’s side, that was made up of four crazy aunts, a grandmother, two 17 year old twin sisters (her cousins), and a few other cousins that would stop by on occasion. All of these women were exceptional seamstresses and taught Fu from an early age.
Growing up as the daughter of a famous silk-master, you’d think Fu would be spoiled rotten. Actually, mostly only the boys were spoiled in their family. Since there were only so many to carry on the family name, they had to make sure each boy grew into a fine, young bachelor. Fu-Lan, at first, was extremely jealous. She wondered why her family didn’t spoil / love her like that. Eventually, her aunts had explained to her that boys needed the extra help, where as women were strong and could survive anything.
Her home was open to the rest of their family so she was hardly ever alone. Fu-Lan never had a problem with living with so many people. She wasn’t ever unaccompanied, and always had someone to play with, cook with, work with, or anything else with. Even to this day she doesn’t know what personal space feels like. From a young age, around twelve actually, she was always told to control the situation when around men because “they are no good pigs only looking for sex and they can’t be trusted.” Not many women on her mother’s side were very fortunate with men, aside from Fu-Lan’s mother Xue-Ting (and that’s about it). They called it a curse was cast on them by a gypsy caravan. Fu never said she believed in it, but it was really difficult not to.
Fu-Lan’s father was usually away for days at a time because of business and meeting with silk spider-bat breeders in order to find the best silks. This meant that Fu grew up with mostly women. Although, the occasional male cousin or uncle would stop, it usually wouldn’t be for long. No man could stand that many women for very long.
When with the older boys that stopped by, Fu learned how to climb trees and play with toy swords. Then, when she was 8, Fu fell out of a tree. Her cousin had caught her, but she had been deathly afraid of heights ever since.
By the time Fu-Lan hit her early teens, Fu-Lan dreamt of adventure and leaving out on her own. Needless to say, that was far from happening. She’s stayed in her parent’s home and continued helping with business. Fu-Lan didn’t have any adventures, other than running around town with her aunts, going to the Pai Sho matches with her grandmother, and taking out the trash.
Recently, she’s been going down into the lower rings of Ba Sing Sei in search of archieve scrolls about the gypsy caravan that “cursed” her family. As much as she tries not to believe it, she really wants to know everything about them. So far, she has only found their name – The Flame Dancer Gypsy Caravan.
Fu-Lan promised herself she’d at least meet one of the followers. If not, then at least see the show, to prove to herself, there can’t be a curse.
Sample RP: “Closed!? Ugh! You have got to be kidding me!” She whined. Fu-Lan had walked forty minutes away to the store in the pouring rain for the one spice her grandmother absolutely needed to make her special ‘I-feel-like-cooking-and-it’s-important soup’. She sighed Oh, that woman is going to KILL me! she thought. But alas, she trekked on to another store.
By the time she got back everyone was cluttered in the kitchen. “Fu! What were you out doing for so long?” Her aunt questioned, winking very dramatically. Fu chuckled and lifted up her dripping hair so she could see, “Now, now my ladies! You will be charmed to hear that I got it!!” She squealed slapping down the brown bag on the counter, “No one will feel the vengeance of Grammy.” The kitchen erupted in small claps and laughter as her mother walked in. “Oh, Fu-Lan look at you, you’re all wet!” “Nothing gets past you, eh, Ting?” a random voice spoke. The room once around echoed with laughs, Fu even joined in. Fu-Lan’s mother rolled her eyes, “And I keep you aunts here… why?” she asked Fu with a smirk. “I made you a bath, hon, go take a load off.” Fu’s eyes lit up “Yay! Thank yoooouuu~!” She said stretching ‘you’ into nine syllables.
Fu-Lan made her way to the bath leaving a trail of water as she walked. Her steps squished and squashed as she finally made it. The bathroom was very large with wooden floors and paper walls. The bath itself was big enough to fit two or three people fully stretched out.
Fu kept her eyes on the steaming water and she started to strip off her wet layers. All she had on her mind was how warm her toes would finally be. Fu smiled to herself as she got in letting out a relaxed sigh. Alone time was most precious in this house, so she thought she’d get it while she could. The silence was almost healing on her muscles and joints. The quiet ripple of water was all that could be heard.
“Fuuuu!!!” Spoke too soon.
Fu-Lan exhaled as her train of thought was interrupted, “Yes?” “Do you mind if I come in and brush my hair?” Fu stretched out in the tub, “Nope, come on in.” “Oh! And Huuki needs the toilet!” Fu sunk further down, “Go crazy.”
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Group: Earth Kingdom Citizen
Nation: Earth Kingdom
Bender?: No
Physical Appearance: Fu-Lan has a small but rounded build, standing at 5’ 4” and weighing in at roughly 130 pounds. Her hair, parted dead center, is a dark, chocolate brown descending far past her shoulders to her navel in uneven sections. Although, Fu sometimes allows her hair to hang freely, she usually gathers it all up into a high ponytail allowing chin length hair, framing her small, heart-shaped face. Her eyes are a similar shape to an almond – wide in the middle, but slant out. Her nose is small and slightly upturned. Fu has a small dark, freckle on her right nostril (looks like a nose stud, but just a mole). Her lips have been given the nickname “lemon lips” because they are full and look a little like she’s always pouting. They are a dark pink, with the lower lip being bigger than the upper. Fu-Lan’s skin is a darker shade of caramel (a more yellow copper) and for the most part, somewhat smooth. Her eyes are a crisp auburn color enclosed by long, dark lashes, and matching slightly arched eyebrows. To her distaste, Fu’s shoulders are rather broad and her arms, although toned, still have noticeable amount of fat. Her breasts are full but aren’t overwhelming of the rest of her body. Fu-Lan’s stomach is her favorite aspect of herself since it is small and toned and curves into her hips and backside giving her a good shape. She has strong legs that are still insulated with a noticeable layer of fat. Her feet and toes are small and she has a high arch. Fu-Lan’s skin is mostly free from any scars from childhood or teenage life. The only think she has are small dots from misplace needles that usually disappear soon after they are formed.
Clothing/Armor: Fu-Lan’s normal attire is based on the Chinese Hanfu style and consists of very earthly shades. Firstly, she wears a dark green, backless, halter that is tied over her ribs to support her breasts. She wears a ground skimming, matching skirt, as well. This skirt has a ribbon connected the top hem that wraps abound her hips twice and ties to create a double layered skirt. Over the under-layers, Fu-Lan has a myrtle green robe that has large and angled out sleeves. The robe fabric that folds over her torso creates a v-neckline. The sleeves of the robe have a five-inch, cream fabric area creates a large edging. The cream cuff is bordered with golden thread as well as half oval embroidery. The hem of the neckline also has the same cream color and embroidery but is only about two-inches thick. Over this robe, Fu wears a simple dark jungle green vest with olive drab lining. She uses a ribbon matching her under-layer skirt to tie tightly around her waist and ties it off in the back. Although, her shoes usually don’t show, they are usually brown, flat, rounded toe moccasins.
Weapons: Fu-Lan hardly knows anything about fighting. Her greatest defense against anything is to scream at the top of her lungs and that’s about it. Fu-Lan is also actually, quite flexible. Even though, that could be used to her advantage, Fu hasn’t used it for anything but doing the occasional splits and difficult stretches.
Personality: Along with her family, Fu-Lan has a crude sense of humor. She doesn’t mind awkward situations or conversations that are completely un-ladylike. Although, raised mostly by women, Fu was always around the suggestive conversations of her horny aunts. Looking back now, Fu is still surprised why she isn’t traumatized. Growing up with multiple people living her house with her, she has become a rather patient individual. When something happens to anger or upset her, she usually can just shake it off. Though, when Fu reaches her boiling point, best stay clear.
Fu-Lan can be indecisive at times, but it’s mostly for small things that don’t need much thought. She’s a little egotistical as well as incredibly whimsical. She was raised to always treasure herself as a strong, beautiful, woman. This makes Fu very sure of herself. She does enjoy having a man around, maybe a little too much, though has bad luck with them. Probably because of all the stories her aunts and older cousins would tell her about. Fu is actually very superstitious. She believes that her family was cursed and that she could always find a way to fix it. Even walking under ladders and breaking mirrors make her shiver.
Background: Fu-Lan was born into the Fen family in Ba Seng Se. The Fen family was known for supplying silk and one-of-a-kind clothing to the royal/ higher up citizens in Ba Seng Se. Generation after generation, the Fen clan came up with the best designs, fabric and expensive, social attire in the upper ring. They always had plently of money to go around. Life was pretty good.
Fu was planned into her family but she was a shocker. Fu’s parents paid the best doctors and shamen to see if she would be a girl or boy. Because of her slow heart rate, the doctors were sure she was male. This made the Fen family very, very joyful. The last time a boy was born into the family had been around 30 years ago.
When Fu was finally born, he parents and doctors were in complete lack of speech. Non-the less, they were still ecstatic to see their baby girl.
Fu-Lan was named after the flower her father gave her mother after their first date – an orchid. Although her name is Fu-Lan, she is usually called Fu since, to be honest, she doesn’t think her relatives remember her full name. Unlike many other families that were torn apart during the war, Fu’s family was brought together. Although she was born an only child, she grew up along side her mother and father, and her entire mother’s side, that was made up of four crazy aunts, a grandmother, two 17 year old twin sisters (her cousins), and a few other cousins that would stop by on occasion. All of these women were exceptional seamstresses and taught Fu from an early age.
Growing up as the daughter of a famous silk-master, you’d think Fu would be spoiled rotten. Actually, mostly only the boys were spoiled in their family. Since there were only so many to carry on the family name, they had to make sure each boy grew into a fine, young bachelor. Fu-Lan, at first, was extremely jealous. She wondered why her family didn’t spoil / love her like that. Eventually, her aunts had explained to her that boys needed the extra help, where as women were strong and could survive anything.
Her home was open to the rest of their family so she was hardly ever alone. Fu-Lan never had a problem with living with so many people. She wasn’t ever unaccompanied, and always had someone to play with, cook with, work with, or anything else with. Even to this day she doesn’t know what personal space feels like. From a young age, around twelve actually, she was always told to control the situation when around men because “they are no good pigs only looking for sex and they can’t be trusted.” Not many women on her mother’s side were very fortunate with men, aside from Fu-Lan’s mother Xue-Ting (and that’s about it). They called it a curse was cast on them by a gypsy caravan. Fu never said she believed in it, but it was really difficult not to.
Fu-Lan’s father was usually away for days at a time because of business and meeting with silk spider-bat breeders in order to find the best silks. This meant that Fu grew up with mostly women. Although, the occasional male cousin or uncle would stop, it usually wouldn’t be for long. No man could stand that many women for very long.
When with the older boys that stopped by, Fu learned how to climb trees and play with toy swords. Then, when she was 8, Fu fell out of a tree. Her cousin had caught her, but she had been deathly afraid of heights ever since.
By the time Fu-Lan hit her early teens, Fu-Lan dreamt of adventure and leaving out on her own. Needless to say, that was far from happening. She’s stayed in her parent’s home and continued helping with business. Fu-Lan didn’t have any adventures, other than running around town with her aunts, going to the Pai Sho matches with her grandmother, and taking out the trash.
Recently, she’s been going down into the lower rings of Ba Sing Sei in search of archieve scrolls about the gypsy caravan that “cursed” her family. As much as she tries not to believe it, she really wants to know everything about them. So far, she has only found their name – The Flame Dancer Gypsy Caravan.
Fu-Lan promised herself she’d at least meet one of the followers. If not, then at least see the show, to prove to herself, there can’t be a curse.
Sample RP: “Closed!? Ugh! You have got to be kidding me!” She whined. Fu-Lan had walked forty minutes away to the store in the pouring rain for the one spice her grandmother absolutely needed to make her special ‘I-feel-like-cooking-and-it’s-important soup’. She sighed Oh, that woman is going to KILL me! she thought. But alas, she trekked on to another store.
By the time she got back everyone was cluttered in the kitchen. “Fu! What were you out doing for so long?” Her aunt questioned, winking very dramatically. Fu chuckled and lifted up her dripping hair so she could see, “Now, now my ladies! You will be charmed to hear that I got it!!” She squealed slapping down the brown bag on the counter, “No one will feel the vengeance of Grammy.” The kitchen erupted in small claps and laughter as her mother walked in. “Oh, Fu-Lan look at you, you’re all wet!” “Nothing gets past you, eh, Ting?” a random voice spoke. The room once around echoed with laughs, Fu even joined in. Fu-Lan’s mother rolled her eyes, “And I keep you aunts here… why?” she asked Fu with a smirk. “I made you a bath, hon, go take a load off.” Fu’s eyes lit up “Yay! Thank yoooouuu~!” She said stretching ‘you’ into nine syllables.
Fu-Lan made her way to the bath leaving a trail of water as she walked. Her steps squished and squashed as she finally made it. The bathroom was very large with wooden floors and paper walls. The bath itself was big enough to fit two or three people fully stretched out.
Fu kept her eyes on the steaming water and she started to strip off her wet layers. All she had on her mind was how warm her toes would finally be. Fu smiled to herself as she got in letting out a relaxed sigh. Alone time was most precious in this house, so she thought she’d get it while she could. The silence was almost healing on her muscles and joints. The quiet ripple of water was all that could be heard.
“Fuuuu!!!” Spoke too soon.
Fu-Lan exhaled as her train of thought was interrupted, “Yes?” “Do you mind if I come in and brush my hair?” Fu stretched out in the tub, “Nope, come on in.” “Oh! And Huuki needs the toilet!” Fu sunk further down, “Go crazy.”
Finally MODIFIED!