Hotei Description: Clad in last year's Old Navy winter clothes, the half Chinese youth seems rather unassuming. Longish hair has been cut, giving him a far older look than his 18-or-so-years seem, although the bangs hanging over his eyes make him appear shy. His left eye is a pale grey, while his right is a typical black. A cigarette is nearly always in his hands. Wani Description: Ethnicity: American/Chinese Age: 21 Birthday: November 12, 1983 Died: 2001 Birthplace: Birmingham, Missouri, USA Height: 5'8' Weight: 138 Hair: Brown Eyes: Black/Grey

Huang Zheng Game: MOD BKA: Huifeng Kwannon-jin: Chu Jung Kun Shou: Hsien-jin Court: Li Shen Yin Legacy: Sage Yang Legacy: Wayfarer Rank: 8 Attributes Str: 3, Dex: 3, Sta: 2 Cha: 3, Man: 4, App: 3 Per: 3, Int: 2, Wit: 3 Abilities Alertness: 2, Athletics: 3, Dodge: 3, Empathy 2, Intuition: 1, Shentao: 2, Subterfuge: 2 Ceremony: 2, Etiquette: 1, Martial Arts: 2, Meditation: 2, Melee: 2, Performance 3 (erhu) Classics: 3, , Linguistics: 1 (English - native, Mandarin), Occult: 2 Backgrounds Pakua: 2, Rememberance 4 Wu Tan Hou Tan: 3, Shui Tan: 1, Tieh Tan: 1 Yin Chi: 2, Yang Chi: 6, Tao: 0, Yugen: 8, Willpower: 4 Merits/Flaws Addiction (Nicotine) -1 Flashbacks -3 Reputation +2

Background:
     A real life Rip Van Winkle, except it wasn't merely 20 years, it was 3,000 years. It wasn't by sleeping those years; it was a desperate escape from annihilation. Just before the turning of the Third Age into the Fourth, this once bureaucrat had taken to the field. Defending their holy sites from Wan Xian on a mad lust for power, they armed even the scribes to the task.

     Total war came. The Wan Xian, once noble beings had turned into the very demons they once fought. Hundreds dead, Shinma nearly wiped out, but the Wan Xian's numbers were far superior, their passions drove them on even when their bodies were ready to give out under them. Few were left when he and others made ready to abandon this place, in hopes to assist their fellows elsewhere, in other areas the hordes hadn't yet reached. The star ways were the only option.

     By time he touched earth again, things were different, strange. It was now modern times, and he was sorely out of place, returning into the middle of the United States. His kind was still in this world, but they had changed, adapted to this new place that was slowly unworking the powers that composed him. Even as he was learning the new ways of this world, he was dying. He needed to be reborn, as had the rest of his brethren.

     A ritual was performed, his fellows sacrificed their own precious memories in hope that he would be able to gain their forgotten knowledge: The power to be reborn into a human body. The evening of the ritual, a gate opened, and he could do nothing but step inside.

     It worked, though sometimes he wishes it hadn't. The knowledge of those times centuries ago is still with him - mostly. It was necessary, the theory goes, for some of it to be forgotten, so that he would know the modern age from the boy's body he took. Crawling from the flaming mass of wrecked car, he looked once again upon the world from his new state.