Li Bao

[Li Bao]

Li Bao

'wench' by some soldiers	Chinese	24
5'	110lbs	Wei
Female	Heterosexual	Handmaiden/Medical personel

Appearance

Short, lithe, and frail, Bao has the physique of someone ill, though a front row introduction to poverty has a way of staying with a person. With the beliefs that the food is better given to the warriors being instilled into her brain, Bao tries to eat as little as she can. With never once receiving a hair cut, the maid's hair is usually worn in a messy bun. The rare occasion when it is down, it reaches just passed her lower back. With hair the color of a raven, and skin the color of the snow, Bao was deemed a young beauty in her small village.

personality

Good
-Loyal
-Candid
-Serious
-Honest
-Bold


Bad
-Bitter
-Unsocial
-Short tempered
-Insensitive
-Selfish

history

Bao has always been a gentle soul, always trying to smile through the hardest of times. Through poverty and being raised without a mother, she held her head high and took care of her family. When the age of 10 came about, Bao was greeted with a small gift from her father and brother. The gift was poorly wrapped in seaweed, though Bao didn't care. This was the first gift she had ever received in celebration for the day of her birth. Unwrapping it, she discovered a small hair clip. It was gold with a red rose on it. Her father smiled while placing it in her hair, the wrinkles in his face deepening as he looked upon his daughter.

The next day, Bao's father took her on a journey to the kingdom of Wei. There, she witnessed her father kneeling before an unknown man, holding his old hat to his chest. He spoke words Bao did not understand, and at this point in her life, she couldn't remember the conversation anyway. Looking back on it, it appeared her father was pleading for something, but she was too young to understand. That was the last memory she had of her father; any memory of her brother being even more vague. Their names had also escaped her, and just like their faces, she only witnessed them in her earlier dreams. A few strands of hair in the wind, someone's laughter she knew though just couldn't place her finger on it.

Bao remained kneeling on the floor beind her father, trying to take in this small room. It was the most beautiful room the young girl had ever seen; Sapphire phoenix wings rose from the floors to touch the ceiling, gold trimming the boarders of the blue banners. Bao could remember vividly seeing her father struggle to his fee, rising behind him only to see his eyes filled with tears. With a soft bow offered, he kept repeating a word Bao later learned was an apology, before quickly leaving his only daughter behind. Once realization settled in, a few other maids gathered beside her, leading her to the maid's bedchambers.

Years had passed and before Bao knew it, she was no longer the same person sold to Wei. With bitterness in her heart, the young maid spent her days quietly doing her duties, going through motions expected of her. Not one single day had been shared with any other maid or man that wasn't given to her as a job first, though over the years of excluding herself from social interaction had left her heart very closed off. She had formed herself into someone very unapproachable, so to never again feel that pain of loss. To never see that look on someone's face when they know you'll never see them again. Most would consider serving the Cao family an honor, though Bao never saw it that way. To her, these were the people who took her family away.

To Bao's surprise, she had befriended a small white snake found beneath a bench in one of the gardens one chilly morning. It appeared to be dead, though with much time and patience, Bao took the first steps toward healing the damage done to her soul. Each day spent caring for that reptile brought her closer to gaining that one thing she had lost; love. With every intention of returning it to the garden, she couldn't bring herself to spend one day without it. With something holding such power over her heart, Bao deemed that snake to be the death of her, feeling she would one day throw her life away to protect it, and for that, the maid named her savior Gaara, in representation for the hatred she feels toward her life.

In Bao's most recent years, she had attempted to teach herself the arts of archery. Though she had become decently accurate, she had never been taught by any master.
Her true passion lies with healing, and has become one of better that Wei has to offer. She had accompanied Wei to only a couple battles, staying in the main camp to treat any wounded soldier.

[Li Bao]

This is finished btw o.o;

[Lexi]

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