Huaji Yanyuan

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.:Name:. Huaji Yanyuan
.:Nicknames:. Huaji

.:Age:. 20
.:Gender:. Female
.:Class:. Insane Doctor/Mad Strategist
.:Kingdom:. Shu

.:Appearance:.

Huaji has two simple tattoos modeled after the Chinese characters for the names "Pu" and "Din". These tattoos grace her back. Her face is usually painted white, and more commonly covered with blood.

.:Personality:. Huaji's personality can only be described with one word: psychotic. Batshit crazy to those who know her well, the chaos within her soul aptly matches the chaos of the realm. One moment she might be leaning close to you, the next she could be slicing across your flesh with her sharpened fingernails and sampling your blood. Entirely unpredictable, she revels in death and blood and lives only for the chaos that burns within her.

Her favorite companion is her pet bat, whom she simply refers to as "Bats". This bat is bloodthirsty as well, actively hunting smaller prey and mammals to feast on the warmth flowing in their veins.

Something about her meeting and time with Zhuge Liang has sparked the old memories of her time healing the people of her village. This has led her to carry a sewing kit strapped to her inner thigh as well as a pouch of medicinal herbs. Due to her madness, though, most are simply too terrified to want her to treat them.

This has led on more than one occasion to Huaji sitting on the injured individual and sewing up their wounds. One such indicident even had her holding a knife to the man's throat while she worked. He felt better afterwards, of course. Except for the soiled clothing from his fear of her.

.:Relationships:.
Father (Deceased)
Mother (Deceased)
Sister (Deceased?)
Brother (Deceased)
Grandmother (Deceased)
Xiansheng Zha (Beloved, Soon to be Husband...or Deceased...or Mutilated)

.:Weapon #1:. Weapon Set(Twin Hand Crossbows: "Painful Desire" and "Sorrowful Sensuality")
Ammo Capacity: 6 bolts each.
Rate of Fire: 2 bolts per post each

Shortly after her induction into Shu, Zhuge Liang allowed her a choice of weapons. Finding none that suited her, her mind turned to Zhuge's own weapon, the Heavenly Tempest. Noticing his use of it one day on the testing field outside of Chengdu, she watched as a slender man came forward to work on it. When asked, he pronounced himself the builder of the weapon, at Master Liang's direction.

Huaji made the request of Master Liang, and he readily agreed. This set about the challenge of a new pair of weapons. Lighter and made for a woman, yet just as deadily as his own crossbow. Being smaller, the sacrifice of range was no big deal. And Huaji giggling as she said it, informed the weaponsmith of her preference for being close when her prey died.

Thus was born the twin hand crossbows known as Painful Desire and Sorrowful Sensuality. As smaller versions of the Heavenly Tempest, the crossbows are each capable of carrying six bolts within the weapon. A unique double trigger is present in each. This allows Huaji to fire one or two arrows at a time with each weapon. With these crossbows in hand, Huaji is said to feel the conflicting emotions of longing to be with Xiansheng Zha and the desire to hunt him down and make him pay for abandoning her.


.:Weapon #2:. Chain Scythe("Bloody Passion")
Using Orochi's scythe weapon, with modifications.)

Gan Jiang, the maker of Huaji's crossbows, is also the maker of this weapon, by Huaji's design. A chain scythe, the handle is six feet in length, while the blade of the scythe itself is closer to five feet. A large weapon, there is a metal chain attached to the blade and shaft of the handle. A flick of her wrist and the blade can be sent flying from the handle, restrained only by the chain.

This allows Huaji to use the pole as a means of swinging the curved blade of the scythe into her foes. All the while she giggles uncontrollably as the blood flies, bathing her in it.

A seemingly disturbing weapon in it's own right, Zhuge Liang has given her the command to only use it upon the battlefield, or while in the wilds alone. Too many Shu soldiers have shuddered and retreated at her use of the weapon in practice.

.:Companion:. Siberian Tiger

.:Pets:.
A male spectral bat named "Bats". Huaji came upon this bat while in a marketplace along one of the port cities to the east. She routinely takes him into battle, keeping him snugly secure and nestled in the darkness beneath her left breast.

.:Horse:.

A jet black stallion, nearly as wild and vicious as she herself. Huaji came upon him in the wilds after she accepted Zhuge Liang's offer to join Shu as her parole for past crimes. The horse, wild and with a spirit that matched the frenzy of her madness, rushed down upon her and attempted to kill her with his hooves. Huaji cast her weapons aside, rather than slay the maddened beast. Acrobatically she swung up onto his back and clutched at his lengthy mane. For hours the horse bucked and slammed into the sides of trees in an attempt to dislodge her. But through it all, Huaji clung to him, laughing as if it were nothing more than a game, rather than a fight for her life.

Exhausted, the horse finally relented, blood streaming down his side. Huaji bled from a cut on her arm, and as she slid from the horse's back she let his muzzle brush across her, lapping at the wound. Something was exchanged between horse and rider at this moment, and a bond of sorts was formed. Since that day, Huaji has rode the stallion, without benefit of saddle or halter. The horse displays an uncanny ability to match Huaji's madness. Many stablehands at Shu complain loudly about the horse, who bites at any that attempt to approach him.

Yet most are simply too afraid of Huaji to dare anything with the violent stallion.

.:Musou:. "Love, Lust, and Mutilation"
(With this, I will catalog the course of actions used during the musou. Interrupt/Counter opportunities will be listed where available.)

Wielding Bloody Passion, Huaji slams the blade into the ground and crouches on the handle, glaring madly at those before her. A twist of the handle and she leaps into the air, taking the haft of the weapon with her.
(Chance #1: Block or Dodge)
A jerk of the chain rips the blade from the ground, swinging out and high above Huaji, sunlight glistening off the silvery red metal as it starts back down in an arc towards her opponent. The blade, expertly guided, slams home just behind her opponent as Huaji herself comes down elbows first to strike her opponent in the chest.
(Chance #2: Interrupt/Deflect)
This leads the opponent to stumble backwards across the embedded blade, with Huaji landing with a thump upon his chest. With a giggle she leans forward to place a kiss on the startled victim's nose, before using their stomach as a springboard and flipping away. The blade jerks into the air soon after, jerking the victim into the air with it, and sending them crashing perhaps a dozen feet distant.

.:Special Attack:. "Rip, Gash, Blood, and Kisses"
(Like the Musou, this attack will feature points where the opponent can break out of it.

Huaji, wielding no weapon at all, grapples with her victim, pulling them close to lick their ear. An insane laugh wells up within her, startling the victim.
(Chance #1: Pushback or Deflect)
Huaji's nails trace an intricate pattern in the victim's flesh, searing them with a kiss of pain. A lick of her bloody fingers and Huaji places a bloody kiss on the victim's face.
(Chance #2: Pushback or Deflect)
Huaji deftly lifts her foot to place against the victim's stomach and kicks backward, knocking her opponent away while in turn launching herself backwards away from them.

.:History:.
(Huaji, upon her meeting with Zhuge Liang)


As a young girl, Huaji possessed a gift for healing. Barely ten years old, she obtained an apprenticeship with a local healer, who began teaching her the craft. Several years later and she was the talk of her village, as she had already managed to rescue several people from death. How then could she possibly have turned into such a vicious and unpredictable woman?

It was near her fifteenth birthday when she met him. A traveling man by the name of Xiansheng Zha, a smooth talker who quickly won over Huaji, to the disdain of her family. Her father feared that she would run off with this man, whose smile held hints of something that only disconcerted those who saw it. Those other than Huaji, of course. The madness of his smile was infectious, and she could not help but to giggle every time she saw it.

The process took little more than half a year. Huaji was ready to pick up and leave the small mountain village with Zha, her beloved. This was the final straw for her father, who gathered together a group of men from the village in an attempt to drive this smiling, laughing, stranger from their midst. Zha and Huaji were together as her father came upon them, only to find a rabbit lying butchered on the ground between them.

Zha's fingers dripped with blood, and Huaji was eagerly lapping at it, all to Zha's encouragement. Enraged her father swung his weapon at Zha, only to have it cooly deflected away and into the dirt next to Huaji. As one the group of men surged forward towards the seemingly helpless Zha. It was at this moment that something snapped inside of Huaji. The silver tongue of her beloved, she would never forget the salty rasp of it as it caressed her cheek.

A shriek of rage boiled up and out of her and she snatched at the weapon, lashing out to drive the men back. A warm rush stole across her skin and when she opened her eyes she was looking up into the eyes of her father. Shocked and in pain he feebly clutched at the wound she had inflicted upon him. His blood flowed across her skin, warming it in the night air. The other men looked upon her in horror, only snapping from it as laughing Zha whipped out a dagger and slit one man's throat.

Huaji could only kneel there and watch in shock as her father's life flowed over her fingers. Spray after crimson spray bathed the moonlight scarlet. She could feel the splatter striking her face. As Zha approached the last man, she began to giggle, then laugh. A mad grin twisted his features as he looked back at her. This only gave the man the opportunity to flee. He barely made it a dozen steps before Zha's dagger lit hungrily into his back and dropped him to the dirt.

Huaji giggled uncontrollably, her hand caressing her father's open wound. His weapon lay forgotten in the dirt at her side. Zha came to her then and stroked her cheek, smearing bloody tears down it. His laughter mirrored her own and together they threw their heads back, laughing madly into the darkness.

It was only moments later that the pair skipped back into the village, coming to a stop before Huaji's home. The girl needed little encouragement in this as she stole inside. Zha simply laughed and waited as the screams began within. The young girl, so impressionable and kind, a touch of life at her fingertips had been molded perfectly by his silver tongue and soft lies.

Huaji danced her way back out, clothing torn from the struggle her mother had given. Her pale flesh was spattered with blood and she was giggling almost constantly now.

"Did I do good, Xiansheng Zha?"

"Just fine. Just fine."

The next few years were a blur as the couple devolved further into their madness, gonig from one city or village, inflicting new forms of chaos. Where they went, chaos was sure to follow. Fires began, people disappeared. Woe to any who sought to kill or harm them on the road during their travels. Bandits, suspicious peasants, local guards. Any and all came before them. Any and all died violently and bloody.

Huaji continued to carry the weapon that she used to kill her family. It became a symbol of her madness. Right up until the day Xiansheng Zha stole it and ran off. Huaji awoke to find him and everything they possessed missing. He had even taken her clothing.

Almost eighteen years old now, the naked girl wandered out into the wilderness from the cave where they had stayed such a short time. Twisted, her mind rebelled against her feelings for him. On the one hand she still madly loved her twisted Xiansheng Zha. On the other, she wished to kill him for his seeming abandonment. It was unfortunate that the first she came upon were a group of foresters. The sight of such a nubile young woman, naked and displaying herself for all the world to see, they did the natural thing for rough men to do.

For an onlooker, fear for the young woman and her virginity would be clearly evident. There were four men, after all. And here she was, utterly defenseless. The men probably thought so as well, at least until she opened the throat of one with her teeth, spitting the bloody mass into his face even as her heel connected with the exposed genitalia of the nearest peasant, who went howling off into the brush.

The fight, such as it was, was quickly over. The naked girl calmly walked off, giggling to herself as the men lay in various stages of mutilation. Huaji never even considered taking the clothing of one to cover herself. Instead she strode like a queen feeling better now at having let off the steam of anger from Zha's departure.

Soon after she came upon a man not much older than herself, standing calmly and staring out across a nearby vista. Huaji crept towards him when he turned to regard her with piercing eyes. Seeing this as a form of challenge the girl put her hands to her hips, thrusting her breasts out towards the man.

"Well then? Aren't you going to try and get a piece like any other man?" Huaji giggled at herself and the look on the man's face. Taking it for lust, she wasn't surprised in the least when he pulled off the colorful robes he wore, revealing a well-muscled chest. When he made no move to strip farther, she taunted him, running a finger to draw a line of blood from her lips down between her breasts.

"Awww, whatsa matter? You shy or something? You aren't a little guy are you?"

Wordless the man held out his robes to her. Huaji looked on, giggles of laughter and singing voices caressing within her mind.

"Perhaps you would like to wear this and cover yourself."

Those few simple words, the act of kindness behind them, was like a bolt of lightning down her spine. So used to the negative nature of people and her own madness, she could not understand what he meant. This led to her accompanying the man for the next month as he dwelt alone within the forest. Huaji wore only the man's robe, and each night she lay awake in wonder. The man seemed unconcerned about her or the fact that she might kill him in his sleep. And never once did he make any remarks to her, other than to offer some of his meager food.

All along, the voices crept within her, taunting her of Zha's absense. Yet here she was, eating plain rice and drinking nothing but water. It all became to much for her and finally she grabbed at the man, forcing him to his back on the ground.

"Who are you, mister? Why are you out here doing this, huh? Don't you know who I am?"

He simply lay there on his back, looking up at her. About the same as if they were standing up and staring one another down. Huaji gritted her teeth and went to strike at him but a simple tilt of his head and her fist struck the dirt.

"I know exactly who you are, Huaji Yanyuan. As for your other questions, my name is Zhuge Liang, the lord of Shu. My business here is my own, known only to myself and my loyal retainers. The fact that you happened to appear and stay here with me. Well, I see it as an act of a divine hand. So I allowed you to remain and see how you would handle yourself."

Huaji rocked back on her heels, unable to beleive it. As mad as she was, she knew who the Lord of Shu was. A man of the people and the future. Zha had often mentioned him with disgust in his voice. She could hear Zha's voice, whispering for her to kill this lord and then he would return. Temptation crept into her soul, yet the time spent with this lord at altered her madness, somewhat. In him she found what Zha lacked, a dignity and strength, to counter the growth of the madness within her soul.

A horse whickered nearby as a party of armed men came into the clearing. Calmly they looked on, and Huaji grabbed up Liang, placing him between herself and the group. The man at the head of the group smiled rather oddly.

"Everything alright, my lord?"

Everything she had heard of Zhuge Liang marked him as a scholar. A man of books and the mind. Not a warrior. Yet how was she suddenly lying on her back staring up at him? Huaji blinked in surprise, then giggled despite herself. A few of the men shifted nervously at her giggling. There was something about it that crept into your soul and spoke of dark things in the night.

"Huaji Yanyuan, you have murdered and spread chaos across the land with your madness. Yet the coming darkness I have seen in my meditations this past month cannot be ignored. I have need of your unique madness and view of this chaos. So I offer you a pardon. Serve for your crimes under the banner of Shu and at my side. Or you will die for it. Here and now."

Huaji laughed until tears slid down her face. Death? What was death? Zha was gone. Zha. Zha. He was gone. Left her to this. Why did he leave? Did he have some other? Thoughts fled her grasp, filling her mind and rapidly draining out once more. Huaji twisted this way and that as her rage at Zha intensified. La La La La Le Lo......La Le Lo Lu La Le Li La Le Li Lu Loo Li La Liang....

The singing threatened to deafen inside her mind. One piercing thought above all others. Zha must die. Zha must pay. Zha must bleed. Must bleed. Must mutilate.

Her eyes blazing even as she laughed her madness in Zhuge Liang's face. Her hand stretched up to take his, cementing her place by his side in Shu. Xiansheng Zha must pay.

[Yuan Shao]

Accepted.

[Lexi]

Accepted ⋆