by FlamingDeth » Tue Sep 03, 2002 6:46 am
Name: Feng-Yi
Gender: Male
Land of origin: China
Height: 5' 6"
Weight: 102 lbs.
Age: 16
Hair: Was black, now brown feathers.
Eyes: Green
Background: Feng-Yi, apprenticed at a young age to a master of Fan-tzu, the eagle style of kung fu, woke up one day. Not like any other day he woke up, this day was just plain odd. Every other day, he had woken up, and found himself in the same place he went to sleep, at his masters cottage out in the mountain wilderness of China. Now, he had found himself to be...somewhere else. Somewhere comfortable, somewhere dark, but someplace else. He stood, and attempted to determine where he was. He studied the room, and found that other than the fact that it wasn't where he should be, there was nothing suspicious about it...of course, he payed no attention to the lack of mirrors. He found, however, that the door was locked, and proceeded to the only other exit he could see...the window. He climbed out, and dropped on the deserted street below. He wandered the streets of this strange town, searching for someone...anyone...who could tell him where he was. After a few minutes, he was able to make out a silouhetted figure approching him. He hurried towards the figure, eager to solve his little dilemna. He never saw the man, however, as he himself walked under a street light. The figure, now able to see Feng-Yi clearly, screamed in alarm. "Monster! Monster!" he screamed, people emerging from the buildings that lined the silent streets to see what was happening. Before too long, Feng was facing a truly disturbing sight...a lynch mob. Now seeing as how lynch mobs are never a pleasant sight, especially when they keep screaming "MONSTER!" and happen to be chasing you, and thus, he ran. The mob close behind, he ducked into a nearby warehouse, and waited for them to pass. As he saw the last of the mob go by, Feng let out a sigh of relief, averting his ayes towards the other side of the room. To his great suprise, there was a broken piece of glass in the corner...and in this glass, he saw a horrible beast, and what was worse, he knew this to be a reflection of himself. He was covered in feathers, two wings sprouted from his back, and he had, instead of a nose or mouth, a beak. Now he know why the mob was chasing him. He broke down sobbing, as in this condition, there was no way he coul get out of town without being spotted. Suddenly he looked up, and before him stood a large man dressed in red. "I am Bison." he said. "These men are chasing you, because they see you no longer fit for survival. This is not because you are too weak, but because they know you're strength. They fear you, my boy. And while they may act out of fear, and try to destroy you, I offer you friendship. The price of this is small, in comparison to what would have happened otherwise." Bison held out his hand, which Feng took. After all, he saw no flaw in what this man said. Bison led him outside, to an expensive car. Bison smirked as he entered it, for what Feng did not know was that he had staged the entire event to gain his loyalty, that he had been responsible for his kidnapping, that he was the one who changed Feng to this monster, and, perhaps most importantly, that Bison had created himself a new soldier.
(OOC: Aye...sorry 'bout the fact that this was just one huge paragraph, and that it was so long. And...erm...stuff! *waits for it to begin, and hopes this here was acceptable*)