Zhong Xian Liang

[Gan Ning]

Zhong Xian Liang

Birthday: August 1st, 173

Gender: Male

Occupation : Wei General

Kingdom : Wei

Height: 6'7"

Weight: 219 lbls

Orientation: Heterosexual

Personality and Appearance

Xian is a large, someone would say gigantic, man who gives off an aura of quiet menace. He has short, cropped black hair, a small, maintained beard and a silk cloth wrapped over his left eye. Underneath is a heavily scarred and burned socket, as well as part of the left side of his face, a 'memento' of Chi Bi.


He tends to be very quiet, speaking only when he feels it necessary or, more often, when he's roaring drunk. Xian has three main vices, things he'll compromise almost anything for. Wine, Women and War. He's spent his lifetime getting drunk, starting fights and (unsuccessfully) pursuing women. It's why he joined Cao Cao in the first place, enough pay to drink himself senseless, entire kingdoms to fight.
When Xian is drunk, he gives off a joyous nonchalance. He turns from a somber, menacing giant into a raucous, happy man with a hairpin trigger. Xian is also not the smartest of men. Too much time taking large blows to the head, combined with a rural upbringing didn't encourage any form of structured learning.

Skills and Abilities

Xian excels at one thing and one thing only, as far as practical skills are concerned. Xian is a warrior, a man born and bred to stride the fields of battle. A man who grew up on a rural farm, performing back breaking work he adapted to lifting and swinging large weights, and when he took up arms for Wei Xian found the largest, heaviest weapon he could. A large mace, almost as big as him with heavy iron spikes fused into the head.

Xian is an acceptable strategist, if not asked for heavily complicated plans. He can lead a force and make reasonable decisions but should not be trusted to plan a full campaign.

History

Xian was born in one of the most rural parts of what is now Wei, reasonably far from Xiang Ping. His childhood mostly consisted of performing chores or helping out with his families farm, eking out a bare minimum existence. His life stayed mostly the same, only changing in the kinds of chores he was given as he grew...and kept growing. Xian's father was a drunk, as he would later become, and had made a point to beat Xian when he was young and shortly after his fifteenth birthday Xian struck back. He bludgeoned his father to death with a large stick when his father got drunk and tried to beat him. It didn't take long for Xian to set the farm ablaze and go out into the rest of China

Xian spent the next few years traveling, scraping a living where he could, either through force or work. Sometime in his early twenties, Xian joined the Wei army, taking up his signature weapon and smashing his way up through the ranks, one battle at a time. Worse, Xian picked up a serious drinking problem, almost always drunk. Now...Xian has found a reasonable balance in his battle against sobriety and seeks to spread the borders of Wei across all of China.

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