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Characters Full Name: Jianbua Saiyaka.
Alias: Panda Girl.
Nicknames: None, yet.
Powers: Strength: She can carry up to 500 lbs on her back without too much
difficulty, and 200 lbs effortlessly. She can lift over 2,000 lbs.
Size: She's 8 feet 6 inches tall and 739 lbs, giving her a height and weight
advantage in most fights.
Tough hide: Due to her thick skin and denser muscles, she's resistant to
damage. Unskilled punches she can normally shrug off, as well as most small
weapons in unskilled hands. Though skilled martial artists and armed
opponents still do damage, it's greatly reduced. Killing damage is also
reduced, though toba lesser extent.
Strong will: She's unwaveringly loyal to her friends and as fearless in
battle as she is gentle out of combat.
Healthy: She has an abnormally high amount of endurance and stamina.
Martial arts: She practices a style emphasizing defense. It consists chiefly
of blocking, disarming and grappling (block, disarm, throw, grab, crush).
Limitation of Powers: None. Her abilities are all natural.
Weaknesses/Fears/Strengths: Naive: Easily fooled, conned, deceived, cheated.
Not stupid, just trusting and innocent.
Claustrophobic: Mild claustrophobia. Really hates enclosed spaces or rooms
she can't stretch out in.
Huge appetite: She requires at least 3 times as much food and drink as an
average human to survive. She can and often does eat considerably more than
that, and is almost always hungry.
Appearance: Okay, so she's pretty and bouncy and cuddly. But while some
would like a big woman with muscles to spare, some would be intimidated by
her size and brawn. And although some would find her soft, warm fuzzy layer
of fur pleasing, others would be weirded out by it. Beauty is in the eye of
the beholder, after all. =p
Loneliness: Saiyaka is prone to sink into depression when she's left by
herself.
Uneducated: Saiyaka is illiterate and not good with math.
Doesn't lie: Deception is a foreign concept to her.
She's also skilled at the art of massage and has some skill in cooking and
farming, having been taught by her adoptive parents.
In addition to these skills she has a natural, instinctive talent for
woodcarving.
Age: 18.
Enemies/Rivals/Lovers: None currently.
Eye Color: Deep blue.
Hair color: Black.
Height: 8 and a half feet.
Weight: 739 lbs.
Garments: See pic.
Description: APPEARANCE.
Saiyaka appears to be mostly human, but has panda-like features to her face
and a soft layer of black and white fur covering her entire body. She's
rather pretty and generously proportoned, but very big, very strong
and muscular with broad shoulders and arms bigger than most peoples legs.
She has big, deep blue eyes and straight black hair
that goes down almost to her knees.
Personality: Well she's basically a big teddy bear with a protective
instinct. She loves getting and giving hugs and is usually in a cheerful
mood, but gets lonely and depressed easily when she's by herself. She tends
to be laid back and seldom in a rush, but is far from lazy. She's a hard
worker, she just likes to go at her own pace.
She's very helpful by nature and won't hesitate to lend her strength to
someone in need. She's also very protective of those she cares for, and
never lies. Deception is simply a foreign concept to her.
Also while she's very brave and determined in battle, she doesn't like
hurting people and tries to avoid fighting when possible.
History: "Wake up!"
"Hmmm?" A pair of eyes open slightly, then close again as an old mans voice
mumbles unintelligibly, followed by snoring.
"I said wake UP! Jianbua Chia-Liang you get up right this minute!"
The eyes pop open as a wrinkled hand grips the old mans shoulder and shakes
it vigorously.
"I heard something!"
"Leave me alone woman!" The old man muttered as he rolled over. "You're
probably just dreaming again."
"I most certainly am not dreaming! The old woman whispered harshly. "I heard
someone at the door!"
"It's just the wind." The old man said as he pulled the blanket up over his
head. "Go back to sleep."
The old woman stared at him for a moment, then at the door. But hearing
nothing else she gave up, laid back down and closed her eyes.
A moment later she opened them again, as a muffled wailing came from
outside. "And since when does the wind sound like that?" She said as she
slapped the back of the old mans head.
"OW! What's the matter with you Qing? It's probably just some animal! Now
leeave me alone and let me..."
"Chia-Liang...if you don't get up and see what's making that noise, you can
just fix your own breakfast!"
The old man frowned. He certainly didn't want to choke down his own cooking!
"Fine, fine." he mumbled as he got out of bed, wincing as his feet touched
the cold wood floor.
The old man muttered and mumbled unintelligibly the whole time as he put his
robe on, lit a candle from the fireplace and went over to stick his ear to
the door. Sure enough, a whining noise could be heard from the other side.
One unlike any animal he remembered hearing.
"Hmph!" He grumped as he slowly opened the door and peeked through the
crack.
"Well i'll be...now who would leave something like that here?"
"What is it? Move aside you old goat!" The woman said as she grabbed the
door from behind him and started pulling it open.
"Consarn it woman, if you were going to look whydidya get me out of..."
"Oooohhh..."The old woman exclaimed, cutting him off as the door swung open
and she looked down at the source of the wailing. There in front of the
weather beaten old door, wrapped up from head to toe in a thin, threadbare
blanket lay a baby. A rather large baby, weighing at least 10 pounds. What
could be seen of it's face was covered in soft downy white fur with black
rings around its large blue eyes.
"A baby." The old woman said. Oh Chia-Liang, our prayers have finally been
answered! We've been given a child!"
"What? Now you just wait a minute Qing. We don't know where that thing came
from but it aint from around here and it aint our baby! I'll take it into
town in the morning if it's still here." The old man started closing the
door, only to have his wife grab it and wrench it out of his hands.
"How can you be so heartless? She sobbed. "It's just a baby! It'll freeze to
death by morning, if some beast doesn't come by and drag it off! Couldn't we
at least bring it in out of the cold?"
"Nothing doing!" The old man snapped. "It's not our baby and it's not our
problem! Just look at the thing." He said as he pointed at the babys face.
"It's not even human!"
As he pointed at the infant, a little hand covered with soft white fur poked
up out of the blanket and grabbed the old mans finger. He looked down at the
child, surprised by the strength in the toddlers grip and saw it smiling up
at him. And as he looked into the childs big blue eyes the gentleness and
innocence he saw in their depths made him smile back, in spite of himself.
Jianbua Chia-Liang shivered as the cold wind blew through the door. How
could he be so heartless as to leave a child out in the cold like this, he
asked himself.
He picked the child up, grunting at the weight and turned to take it inside.
"Well we can't just let it freeze, can we" he snapped at his wife as he took
the baby in.
Qing just smiled wistfully as she closed the door. Finally there would be a
child under this old roof...
"One at a time, dammit! One at a time!"
The old man turned away from his plow to glare at the young panda-like girl
who had been following him, dropping seeds in his wake. "How many times do I
have to tell you?"
"Yes Papa. I'm sorry." The young girl said as she bent down to fish out the
extra seed.
"Sorry? You're SORRY? Sorry doesn't put food on the table young lady! If you
can't do a job right..."
But the old mans words caught in his throat, suddenly ashamed as he saw the
tears well up in his adopted daughters throat. This was her first day
helping him plant the crops, and in spite of how big she'd grown over the
past 6 years she was still only a child. "Well just be more careful." He
said as he turned back towards the plow, whistling for the mule on the other
end to start pulling again.
"Yes Papa. I'll try." The young girl said as she followed him, carefully
picking another seed out of the bag hanging from her shoulder. They
continued working in silence for several minutes, the old man staring at his
plow as the fur-coated girl followed mutely behind, carefully dropping her
seeds.
"It's going to be a hard winter Saiyaka." The old man said quietly, finally
breaking the silence. "We just can't afford to waste any seeds. I'm sorry I
yelled, but we're going to have to work very hard and be very careful if
we're going to make it through the winter."
"I understand Papa." The girl said mutely. "I will work very hard."
"I don't think you do." The old man whispered, almost to himself.
"The weather hasn't been kind this year Saiyaka. The crops are going to be
poor. And the mule...well let's just say she's not as strong as she used to
be. And we don't have the means to get a new one."
"She is tired Papa." Saiyaka said, looking at the worn out old nag sadly.
"She works very hard pulling your plow. Maybe all she needs is a rest?"
"A rest indeed." He muttered in response, shaking his head sadly. "She'll
have a very long rest soon. I just hope she stays with us until the
plantings finished."
"Papa?" Saiyaka stopped, staring at the mule in confusion. "Is the mule
going away? Why can't she just rest in the barn?"
Chia-Liang stopped the plow again, and turned to kneel in front of his
adopted daughter, looking into her eyes sadly as he spoke. "Saiyaka, listen
to me. Do you remember last year when you caught that squirrel?"
The girl stared at the ground, her eyes starting to water up again. "I
didn't mean to Papa. I just wanted to hug it, and I...and-and it..."
"I know child. It was an accident. But what happened to the squirrel after
that, well something like that's going to happen to the mule very soon."
Her eyes widened and she stared at the mule, horrified. "But...I didn't hug
her very hard Papa! I didn't even..."
"No, no Saiyaka. It's nothing you did. Now quit interrupting and listen!"
Sorry Papa." She said meekly, lowering her gaze again only to have him grab
her chin and gently but firmly lift her head up again to meet his gaze.
"Now listen to me Saiyaka. That mule's very old. We've had her for 2 years
longer than most mules live. But her times almost up. She's dying. It's not
anything you did. It's just her time."
"But I don't want her to die!" The girl wailed, sobbing. "I like her Papa.
Can't you make her stay?"
"No child. No one can. That's just the way it works." He said, his tone
unusually gentle. "Everything that lives, must die eventually. We only get
so many years in this world, and then we must make room for someone else.
And all we can hope to do about it is to die with dignity, and no regrets."
"Saiyaka stared at her father, her eyes wide with horror as tears started to
fall. You're..you're going to die too Papa?"
"Yes. I am going to die eventually Saiyaka. He said, smiling as he brushed
her tears away. But not for a few years yet, i'm sure. Now let's get back to
work. We've wasted enough time."
"Yes P-papa." Saiyaka said, trying to fight the tears as she started
following the plow again.
But as she watched the mule she got more and more worried about what her
adopted father had said. Their mule was going to be gone. Soon. And there
wasn't anything she could do to stop it, and she looked so tired and worn
out as she strained against the harness...
Saiyaka suddenly stopped dropping seeds and slipped the bags strap off her
shoulder, then walked past her father, leaving the bag on the handle of his
plow.
"Have you taken leave of your senses girl?" He asked as she walked up to the
mule and grabbed the harness in both hands. "What are you doing? We don't
have time for this!"
"She's tired, Papa." Saiyaka said as she started to pull. "If I can't keep
her from dying I can at least make the work easier for her."
Chia-Liang opened his mouth to protest, but the plow actually started going
a little faster, even with him having to use a hand for the seed bag every
few steps. .oO(Maybe, just maybe she can help me get the crops planted
faster.) He thought. .oO(Maybe we'll have enough after all...)
"WHERE IS SHE?!?"
Chia-Liang looked out the door for the 3rd time in as many minutes, then
went back to pacing around the room and grumbling. "How long does it take to
gather wood! That stews not going to cook itself!"
"Calm yourself dear." Qing said as she continued sowing yet another patch on
their old blanket. "She's a big girl now. I'm sure she's fine."
"That's not the point!" He snapped, slamming his fist down on the table and
immediately regretting it, shaking his hand and wincing from the pain.
"I told her hundreds of times!" He yelled angrily. "Time and again i've told
her! Don't be out after dark! How long does it take to gather wood? She's
never been gone this long before!"
"You shouldn't worry so dear. Saiyaka's a big girl." Quin said, not looking
up from her work. "I'm sure there's a perfectly good reason she's late."
"Worry? ME? BAH! You should worry about her backside by the time i'm through
with her! When she gets back i'll give her such a lashing...."
The old mans words trailed off, silenced by a gentle touch on his shoulder.
"Perhaps you should go look for her my husband." Qing said softly. "She
might have trouble finding the trail this late."
The old farmer stood there quietly for a moment, then went grab his cloak as
he muttered about the chores she'd be too tired to do properly come morning.
Quin just sat back down with a slight smile and went back to her sowing. She
knew he was crankiest when he was worried.
But just after he put his cloak on they heard heavy footsteps approaching
the door. The old man rushed over and threw the door open, yelling "IT'S
ABOUT TIME YOU GOT BACK! WHAT TOOK YOU SO LO..."
But the old mans words trailed off again as he saw his adopted daughter
standing in front of the doorway, carrying not sticks and twigs in her arms
but the limp and seemingly lifeless forms of 2 young girls.
"They're hurt Papa." Saiyaka said wearily. "They need help".
The fire crackled and hissed noisily as steam rose from the damp wood,
surrounding the stew pot with vapors that played eerily with the shadows on
the old cabin walls.
"I found them by the river." Saiyaka explained as her mother tended to the
girls wounds. "They were lying there on the rocks. I thought they were dead
but they still breathed. I couldn't leave them."
"Of course you couldn't dear."Quin said as she pulled the blanket over the 2
girls. They looked to be no more than 15, 16 at the oldest. They would have
froze to death if the wolves hadn't gotten to them first. You were right to
bring them here."
"Bah! It aint none of our business!" The old man grumbled. "And what did you
have to go and get the wood wet for? What little you did manage to get! How
is that supposed to last the week? You know you'll just have to get more and
you have chores to do!"
"Jianbua Chia-Liang...." Qing started sternly, a hard edge in her voice.
"Well she does." he muttered.
"They will be all right won't they Mama? You can help them can't you?"
"I don't know child. I've done all I can for them." Qing said as she went
back to tending her stew.
"All we can do now is keep them warm and wait for them to wake up."
It had been 3 weeks since then now, and the girls were finally regaining
their strength. After 2 days of unconsciousness they had finally been able
to explain what had happened to them. They were travelling with their uncle
to visit his family whn they were attacked by bandits. An arrow appearing in
the back of their uncles skull was the only warning they got, and after he
died they rushed out of the woods to attack the girls, thinking to take them
alive for sport or slavery. But the girls fought back, using the skills
ttheir uncle had tought them.
After 3 of the bandits were crippled their leader changed his mind and drew
his sword, ordering the others to follow suit.
After a brief fight the girls were overwhelmed and fell. Their bodies were
thrown into the river along with their uncles, stripped of all but their
dirty and bloodied garments.
Now 3 weeks later they were finally getting their strength back. And
although they were surprised to see someone like Saiyaka at first, once
they'd gotten used to her they insisted on helping her with her chores. They
stayed for the rest of the season, doing what work they could and teaching
Saiyaka some of their fighting skills in gratitude for saving them.
It hadn't taken her long to pack. There wasn't much for her to pack, really.
A clean change of clothes, a few dozen pounds of vegetables, and what little
dried meat there was is all that went in the big burlap bag. But she wasn't
in a rush anyway. She didn't even know where she was going, she just knew
she couldn't stay here any longer.
There was nothing left for her here.
As she packed her mind wandered back over the past few years, wondering for
the thousandth time if there's something, anything she could have done to
help them. But she knew in her heart there wasn't. Everything dies, her Papa
had told her once, so many years ago. Everything that lives, dies
eventually. It was just his time.
The mule died when it was her time, before the winter had even come. When
the last of the plowing had been done and the plow was unhitched for the
eason, she simply laid down, closed her eyes with a sigh and quietly passed
away. It was as if she knew her job had finally been done and she knew she
could rest, her Papa said.
Saiyaka had grown stronger helping pull the plow, and had grown another foot
by Winters end, so she had started pulling the plow herself the next spring.
She was sad that the mule had died, but was happy to be able to help Papa
when he needed it. But as she grew ever stronger, so too did her Papa grow
weaker. Mama gave him massages for his aches and pains more and more
frequently, but her health was in decline as well, and her joints were
growing stiff with age. Saiyaka had to learn the art of massage from her
mother, so she could make both of them more comfortable.
That is all she could do for them during the past year. Papa was the first
to go. The night before he died he had called Saiyaka to his bed.
"My time has come." He said. "I've had a long and happy life. Do not grieve.
I may die with dignity, and that is all I can ask."
He died that night, in his sleep. The next morning Saiyaka found her Mother
holding him in her arms and crying. She placed a hand on her shoulder and
they hugged, and held each other until no more tears could fall.
Two weeks later her Mother had passed away as she was putting flowers on her
Fathers grave.
Saiyaka buried her Mother next to her Father, and spent the rest of the
night kneeling at their graves, crying as she hugged herself.
That was 2 days ago. She hasn't slept since.
The house was small. It had always been small. But it seemed so big and
empty now, and so very lonely. She couldn't sleep here again. She couldn't
stay here by herself.
As she ducked under the door to leave the tears started welling up again in
her big blue bloodshot eyes. She had to find a place she wouldn't be alone.
It hurt not having anyone to hug...
Reason for joining Phoenix Force: She had nowhere else to go.
Sample of Writing (Leading up to joining Phoenix Force):
Lost.
Completely, totally lost.
And it smelled. And it was noisy.
Saiyaka had been wandering around for hours now and was still completely
confused by this chaotic maelstrom of noise and smell and color. She thought
her poppa mentioned places like this before. Was this a city she was lost
in?
The enormous black and white fur-covered girl with knee length black hair
and big, blue, bloodshot eyes stood on the street corner (she thought they
were called streets) somewhere in this big, crowded place, wondering for
what seemed like the hundredth time if she should have just ignored the
lights she saw on the horison last night and just kept following the sun,
but with no food and hardly any water or sleep for days she had to take a
chance there might be something there for her. But all she saw when she
followed the lights was a cave, and the moment she saw it the lights
disappeared without a hint as to their source.
No matter. She was too weary and too hungry to care anymore. The tree bark
she tried to eat yesterday was still making her sick, and she was so very
lonely. She crawled into the cave and closed her eyes, praying she would
finally be able to sleep.
The next thing she knew she was being surrounded by strange lights. Then it
was daytime, and she was on a darker colored rock between 2 large stone
structures and a foul smelling man yelling gibberish at her. She'd been
wandering around ever since, hopelessly lost and confused, parched of
thirst, and so very hungry and tired.
At least there were people here. People who ran from her, people who ignored
her or avoided her when she tried to ask for help, but anything was better
than being alone for another day.
