| º pledge of the sword ; weapon(s) of choice & combat history Renxiang is an agile fighter first and formost. Accuracy and Speed are her game, so her weapons would be fast and light. Not exactly a powerhouse; she obviously doesn’t work well with heavy weapons at all, so when she strikes she does it with the intention to really cripple an opponent, or at the least slow them down so she can finish them off. She tends to be fond of things like throwing knives, bo staffs (probably the only long-range weapon she prefers; no spears for her), daggers poison darts, and in general, dual-wielding. Her father trained her from the ground up, telling her that if she wanted to be a warrior (which her mother laughed at and then protested), then she’d train like one. Before she even became adept with weapons, she got acquainted with hand to hand combat. Her father, Mao, taught her Meihuaquan (Plum Flower Fist—sounds girly but it’s pretty bitchin and real too~!—), and over time once she got good enough he eased in weapons training. Sure Mao broke the whole father to son tradition of the style, but hey! She’s his only daughter; like hell the art in his family would stop with him.º secret strategy ; poisonsWhen she was much older, she took an interest in her home province’s tales of medicines and poisons. After some convincing, some ass-kicking, and passing tests of worth, she got to dabble in the art of poisoning people. Secretly. Dabbling—at least in Renxiang’s world—actually meant making some pretty potent things, and gauging them on just that; she had to experiment to see if her poisons paralyzed their victims, or maybe killed them? Perhaps it made them so sick it was unbearable? She combined this, and so she coats her projectile weapons (throwing knives, darts, etc etc) with the poison. Travelling has exposed her to all sorts of agents to try out and see what works.º seasons in china ; black warriorRenxiang is a winter baby! She prefers the snow and the cold; it reminds her of her childhood and how she spent days plays and building things with her friends. Now that she’s more or less (and quite possibly temporarily) opted out of being a wife and mother unlike her friends, all she’s got that count as good memories are wintry days. Even if she’s alone, if there’s tons of snow or it’s winter, at least once or twice, she’ll tap into her inner child and build something small before going back inside and getting warm.º at her leisure ; taking a breakWhen she’s tired from travelling and she’s holed up somewhere, she’ll pass the time by reading or crafting something. If there’s music nearby, she’ll sit and listen to it. If someone’s telling a rather whimsical or interesting tale, she quietly find a space to be and she’ll listen until it’s done. If there’s paper and ink at her disposal, she’ll practice some calligraphy. It makes her think of her mother and her line of work. If she has an urge to write to her mother, she will, otherwise she maintains much more contact with her father; she adheres to being a good daughter to him. No really. If her father were gravely ill or in some kind of danger and she received word of it, she would return home immediately to be by his side. |
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