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Wu Fang: played by Lou
Attributes: BOD 6 CHI 1 MIND 6 REF 8 Skills: Info/Eastern Philosophy (+6) Leadership (+2) Martial Arts (+10) (=15) Intrusion Driving Fix-It Fu Schticks: Path Of The Clever Eye Fox's Retreat (Chi: 1 / Shots: 1) Add +5 to your Dodge value. Counts as a defense action. Eyes of the Fox (Chi: 1 / Shots: 1) Study an opponent in combat; the GM must tell you the numerical value of one of the opponent's attributes, skills, or current point totals. You choose which one. Laughter of the Fox (Chi: 1 / Shots: 3) Make a Martial Arts check; if successful, you grab a weapon from the hands of an opponent. Difficulty is opponent's Dodge value. Until end of sequence, all attacks made by you with this weapon against this opponent gain a +3 Action Value bonus. Add 5 to the Difficulty of your check if the weapon you're grabbing is someone else's signature weapon. Melee Weapon: Not Yet Selected Wealth: working stiff Motivational Hooks: Did Shameful Things In Past (Worked at Microsoft) Wants To Atone (doesn't know how)
Background
Wu Fang was an electrical engineer who was good with computers. In 1982, he moved to the United States to work for a large company there. Sometime as he worked there, he realized they were evil, rapacious, blood sucking, soul destroying bastards. He fought from inside to make sure they weren't horrible and didn't take advantage of an unsuspecting public, but failed. By the time he left, in the middle of 1992, he had been fighting an uphill, losing battle for a long time, and was without energy, drive, or hope.
He moved home to Hong Kong. He hadn't been thinking about it much, but spending ten years in the US as an engineer had made him a lot of money and stock in a nicely stable (if evil) company. Having done nothing but work, he had never spent much. This money meant he didn't have to leap back in to the daily grind, and could look around for something he really enjoyed.
The problem was burnout. He was tired of everything about what he did. He rattled around aimlessly for several months, listlessly trying new things, and giving up on them. In growing despair that he would ever find something worthwhile, he went to doctors. A native doctor called only Xan suggested he find a martial art which would renew his spirit and soul, in addition to helping tone his aging and out of shape body. It seemed no worse a suggestion than the drugs, meditation, reading, science, and technology he'd already tried. The doctor also suggested a teacher who had helped patients of his before. Wu went to see him.
It changed his life.
When he arrived at the school he was dubious, in addition to the now habitual tired and glum. He watched the students practicing their drills with little interest, and almost left without doing anything. As he turned to leave, a tiny, aincent man was standing in the doorway, looking quizzically at him. While the man was old, with a long white mustache only a fringe thinning white hair and dry papery looking skin, his eyes were sharp and alive. He stood perfectly straight, and seemed utterly at ease with himself and the world, almost as if he knew what would happen next.
The old man said to Wu, "Xan sent you." It was not a question.
Wu replied, "Yes, sir." It was just about the only thing he could think of to say. He couldn't help but respect this man, and he wasn't sure why.
"Let me show you something before you go," said the old man. He turned and walked in to the school, to the training dojo, silently and apparently effortlessly. Wu followed. He had no idea that it would take more than a few minutes. As it turns out, he couldn't have been more wrong.
Wu was given a bamboo stick, and told simply, "Hit me." He looked in shock at the old man, and said, "I'll hurt you." The old man only chuckled, and said, "Come now, boy. Hit me."
So, Wu tried. Much to his surprise, the old man simply wasn't there to be hit any more. "Try again." was the suggestion. Wu swung the stick several times, and each time the old fellow had apparently effortlessly moved out of the way. Finally, Wu swung and felt the lightest touch at his wrist and elbow. Before he knew what was happening, the stick had been plucked from his fingers, and the old man tripped him with it, and then tapped him sharply on each shoulder.
While Wu was sitting up, stunned more than hurt, the old man dropped the stick and walked back over to stand by the door. Wu finally stood and walked over, and asked, "Sir... can you show me how to do that?" The old man only smiled. They began training that very afternoon.
As he trained, the different moves brought new life to Wu. The motions, and the breathing and the effortlessness of the actions when they worked properly was exhiliarting, and let him forget about the evils he had once been part of. Having nothing better to do, he threw himself into his new art.
It's been just over ten years. Wu has spent most of that time training, and practicing, striving only to best himself and to explore more of the strange and wonderful things he has been able to learn. While Wu is quite proficient at what he does, he is not a master, and sees every day that there is only more to learn.
Today, Wu is in his late forties. He is in excellent shape, and seems aware of the world around him. He greets it with a curious look and a cheerful eye. He rarely talks about anything he used to do before he began to study the arts. He lives a simple life, although not one of particular hardship. He drives a relatively recent car, which he keeps in excellent condition. He wears nice but not ostentatious clothes when he is not at the dojo. He lives in a small, comfortable apartment, which is kept meticulously neat. He owns a radio, but not a television.
If someone spends a lot of time talking to him, they'll realize he reads the newspaper, every day, apparently every page, and knows the contents of most of it, from the silly gossip to the going prices of local real estate to local and world politics. The only odd quirk about it is that he reads the business section first. He is educated on many things, and does not speak about that which he does not know.
He spends a great deal of time at the school, and gets along with pretty much all the students. He seems to always be on hand, and always willing to help someone with something they want to practice more. He is kind, patient, and knowledgeable, although always interested in the skills and experiences of others.
Having few other real drives, he is often happy to help people with things outside the dojo, such as moving or painting a house, or visiting a sick relative, or driving around on errands. He will not help people with computers, and most of them wouldn't suspect he knows anything about them, although he does. People seem to enjoy having him around, and he is rarely alone unless he wishes to be.
Despite his ease with the people at the school, and the pleasant way he acts around them, their friends, and their families, he has a tiny bit of reserve, and there is always something he seems not to want to talk about, and something he yearns to do, but cannot. Perhaps he does not even know what it is.