Name:
Xiang Lee
Age:
18
Background:
Xiang Lee was born in Beijing, China. Her mother is Chinese and her father is Japanese. She speaks both languages fluently, but seems to have a preference for Japanese. During her child years, Xiang's family was very poor considering the economical crisis going on in China. She went to an elementary school that had dated textbooks and inexperienced teachers. At school, Xiang would always get into fights with boys. Her father frowned upon her aggression and made her take lessons in Wing Chun in an attempt to let her blow off steam. It worked temporarily and for the rest of her childhood she didn't fight any boys. However, her peaceful streak changed when she moved to New York when she was just fourteen.
Xiang Lee didn't really get along with American teenagers. Some of them made fun of her accent or made fun of the way she dressed. One day she got so angry that she broke someone's arm out of anger. Her parents then took her shopping for new clothes so that she would blend in better. Eventually she met a guy named David who was the drummer for an underground band. Xiang Lee picked up lessons on how to play the bass and joined David's band when she was sixteen. They called themselves, the Morally Incorrect Misfits. By joining the band, Xiang Lee's streak of aggression seemed to come to a halt.
She still continued to practice Wing Chun and she's still quite a bit of hot head. Xiang Lee does exceptionally well in school seeing as her parents don't accept anything below a B. However, that doesn't mean she hasn't cheated on the occasional test. Xiang wouldn't be considered a delinquent as much as she is a loner. She likes her solitude and only hangs with other people in her band for the most part. She performs with her band at the occasional party, but that's probably about as social as she's going to get.
Occupation:
Bass Player for the band Morally Incorrect Misfits, Student, Pupil in Wing Chun
Relationship Status:
Single
The Man/Woman You Will Become:
Mystique/Yumuro 湯室
Sample Post:
Xiang was watching life go by in the dead of night. She could be whoever she wanted and right now, she looked like someone who attended the college down the street from her house. Xiang was now in the form of a curvacious brunette with stunning eyes. She walked into the party and it didn't take long for someone to approach her. It wasn't the guy she was looking for, but a friend of his. He greeted her with the scent of alcohol heavy on his breath. It took all of her will power for her not to up chuck. Holding her composure, she replied.
"Evening. I'm looking for a friend. I think you might know him," Xiang said, smiling at the guy.
"Don't worry about your friend, I'm sure he's having a great time. I can introduce you to a couple of my buddies," the guy insisted,
"The name's Anderson, but you can call me Andy."
Xiang was certain that this was definitely one of her target's friends. She was led to a backyard pool that consisted of girls both decent and indecent. It was disgusting and she was beginning to remember why she didn't like parties. She scanned the crowd for a short while and after a little bit of searching she found the guy she was looking for.
"I've found my friend. You've been such a great escort," Xiang said sarcastically before making her way over to her target,
"Hello Shawn."
Shawn was confused, but he didn't voice it. Instead he looked rather intrigued. Xiang knew that she was not technically herself, but once the two of them were upstairs, he would remember well enough.
"Come with me." Xiang said and she lured Shawn all the way up the stairs in an unoccupied bedroom. When the two of them were alone, Xiang closed the door and morphed back into herself.
"Remember me, you cheap son of a..." Xiang delivered a fresh kick to Shawn's jaw and knocked him out cold. She fished around in his jeans for his wallet and took out a crisp twenty dollar bill.
"Damn straight I don't pay for myself on dates when I know that your parents are absolutely loaded," Xiang said to herself, before walking out of the bedroom disguised as the guy she had knocked out only moments before. Tonight had been a good night.
