Mei Fong[Re-Re-Vamp]

Full Name: Mei Fong
Gender: Male
Age: 33
Element: Fire
Birthplace: Fire Nation Capital
Position: Fire Nation General
Training: Mei is talented in both Fire and Lightningbending, and has picked up the use of a sword and dagger over the years.

Firebending/Lightningbending: Master

Dagger: Expert

Sword: Master

Hand-to-Hand: Expert

Personality: Mei Fong is a no-nonsense, cross me and you'll regret it type of man. He is known to be an iron-fisted leader, but willing to die in the event his soldiers needed support when retreating. For the most part, Mei is hard shelled, but really cares for the men and women he directs, and leads into battle. Mei's greatest passion in life is serving his nation, but meeting the Avatar runs a close second. He usually introduces himself in an official capacity as General Mei Fong of the Fire Nation, however he prefers to be called Mei.

Alone: Mei tends to meditate, or draw when he’s alone. He also can be found training when unoccupied by his duties, especially when he’s off duty. Although he is reserved on the surface, he has a wild streak, and will often go on party binges on the confines of Ember Island. He also usually has quite a stack of paper work, and if he truly has nothing better to do, you can find him filling them out properly.

With Others: Mei is typically outgoing when in the presence of others, though he has been known to take a more servile attitude when confronted by anyone of higher rank or standing. He likes to be liked, and tends to do his best to make friends. Though he is also known to not tolerate people saying something for no reason, especially when he’s trying to be serious or when something serious is at hand.
With friends: Mei tends to be far less stressed or serious when he’s with his friends. It’s rare that he ever sees them, but when he does, it’s usually a joy to see him again. He also tends to be fond of drinking, so it may become a bit more wild than usual if Mei is around, but that’s due to his natural ability to have a good time when he really wants to.


Abilities: Mei Fong is what many people consider a master interrogator, and can peel even the most secret information from just about anyone. Mei is practiced in the arts of Tai Chi and Kung Fu, and frequently uses it in combat, both to reflect, and prevent attacks. It is rumored that no man has ever touched Mei Fong and that he is like a ghost, seen, but untouchable. Mei tends to use Firebending as a last resort, preferring to pound his enemies using his hand to hand combat. Mei can also summon lightning, which he usually uses when he is forced to Firebend, or when he wants information. Mei has learned how manipulate lightning into a cattle prod, an easy way to zap his unfortunate victim until he has the information he is asking for.

Mei spent many years of his life learning how to properly hand and fight with a sword, and has also discovered how to channel his Chi through the blade to generate an electric shock upon contact with his opponent. Walking alongside this skill is his skill with a dagger, though not as well practiced as his sword, he can maintain close-quarters combat for extended periods of time if it’s necessary.

Mei was graced with a talent for hand to hand combat, using the simplest of Firebending stances, and techniques, he has been known to take down even his most ferocious opponents. Mei’s agility and strength come from his years serving as a frontline man for the Fire Nation. The technique Mei adopts for hand-to-hand combat his a combination of the smooth, flowing movements of Waterbending and the straight forward, raw power of Earthbending.

Mastered Techniques: Breath of fire, Blazing rings and arcs, Blocking fire, Fire blade, Fire bomb, Fire circle, Fire daggers, Fire lashes, Fire streams, Fire whip, Fireballs/Fire-jabs, Heat control, Shield of fire, The Dancing Dragon, Jet propulsion, Charged attacks, Wall of flames, Combustion, Pressurized fire stream, Fire comet, Fire missiles, and Fire augmentation.



Appearance: Mei Fong is built like a tank, ripped physical features paired with a charming smile, he rarely has any trouble with rebels, or bandits, as he is an intimidating person to look upon.
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 235lbs solid muscle.
Eyes: Yellow
Hair: Black
Skin: White

Mei Fong is fond of long walks on the beach and sailing, as well as the calm before any battle. The deep breath before the plunge. Mei Fong is a military genius, and strategist, with a cold demeanor and demanding personality, he tolerates no disobedience from his men, unless lives are dependent on instantaneous action. Mei dresses in the usual attire for a Fire Nation general, and never strays from military attire unless he has to. He will never ask his men to do something he wouldn't do himself, and will be the last man to retreat, and first to attack whenever the chance presents itself. Mei is fair, loyal, and noble, yet has a dark side in the face of treason. Mei has scars from blades across his chest, and arms, a result of his being the last man to retreat when a platoon he had been part of before he had been anything more than a grunt. He carries these scars as a reminder of his past mistakes, he knew his commanding officer's mental capacity had been compromised, but couldn't bring himself to disobey orders until it was too late. Mei’s had a tough life, and it shows through in his, usually, serious demeanor, not to say he’s above humor, but he has a hard time looking at the world in a positive light. Mei’s scars cross his back are long, white, and thin, but to the trained eye, can be easily seen as extremely painful memories to the General.

Weaponry & Other Gear:

Gold Inlaid Steel Dagger
Materials: Steel, gold inlay.
Description: A small treasured gift, inscribed with the words;
"栄誉 の栄光 誇り" "Honor Glory Pride"

General's Saber
Materials: Steel, Fire Nation Insignia in the hilt.
Description: A blade awarded the day Mei earned the title of General


History:

Mei was born in the Fire Nation Capital, and was orphaned at a young age. His aunt was the one to raise him, but she had always avoided children, as she preferred to party, and gamble, rather than have responsibility. As a result, Mei learned to take care of himself, cooking and cleaning without supervision before he was old enough to attend school. By the time he was of schooling age, his aunt had amassed a huge debt, and was wanted by many known thugs in and outside the city walls.

This was Mei's first real test as a man, though he was only 12 at the time. One night, late, and quiet, the doors to his aunt's house were smashed in, and three men began tearing through the house, searching for their boss's money, or Ms. Kai, whichever came first. Fortunately for Mei's aunt, she was out gambling again, and all they found was a young boy, determined, and glaring at the intruders. They tried to reason with him first, kids are stupid after all, not smart enough to see through deception. He moved close to Mei, smiling warmly, "Hey there, we're here to talk to your mom, do you know where she is?", the man asked, his voice was soft, and friendly.

Mei's eyes betrayed nothing of what he intended to do, he whispered something, feigning shyness, and timidity. The man stepped closer, "Say again?", he said, and Mei span , picking up a small statue of Avatar Roku that was sitting on a desk beside the boy, and he slammed it with all the force he could muster into the side of the man's head, producing a dull crack, followed by a thud as the man hit the floor. Mei didn't miss a step; he lunged forward, driving his fist into the next man's groin, the one who had been between him and the door. He dashed out into the street, screaming for help, nearly away when the third man, the only one left unharmed by Mei's bravery, drove a fist into Mei's back, forcing the air out of his lungs in a weak, pained cry, and slammed him into the ground.

He lifted his fist, his hand bursting into flame, "Big mistake, kid." There was a short moment, where Mei reflected on his brief life, his parents dying, leaving him alone, his aunt being inattentive, and pretending like he didn't exist, and then these men, these men who wanted to hurt the only family he had left, the only person who he could say knew, or cared he existed. He decided then, that even if this was the end, he would prefer to be remembered as the boy who died trying to protect his aunt, rather than die as no one, he closed his eyes, and waited, but no contact was ever made, a loud, hot blast suddenly knocked the man away, and silence enveloped the street.

When Mei opened his eyes, he saw a man there, bearing the uniform of a Fire Nation soldier, but without the mask. He knelt down beside Mei, "You alright, kid?", he asked, lightly shaking his shoulder, "Hey, you ok?" Mei nodded slowly, and, in a sudden, emotional outburst, he threw his arms around the soldier's neck, tears streaming down his face. The soldier was caught by surprise, but returned the embrace, "Thank you...thank you so much...", Mei managed to say. The soldier was confused, and slightly unnerved, "It was no big deal." Mei wished he could tell this soldier everything, how he was an orphan, how his own aunt despised his existence, how he felt he was unworthy of being saved, but he settled for tightening his grip. It was in that moment that Mei decided being a solider was what he wanted most. The years passed quickly after that, his aunt passed away when Mei turned 18, she had died in her sleep after a particularly heavy drinking binge.

Mei had turned his all power into training, finding several suitable teachers, he worked three jobs, and spent most of his time counting change to survive, but he evolved into a great warrior, enlisting in the Fire Nation army at age 21, he started off as a scout, climbing trees, and mountains to map out terrain. He climbed the ranks quickly, being a gifted solider, becoming a general in less than five years. He's spent the last five years of his life crushing bandit, pirate, and rebellion groups across the globe. Where ever help is needed, his ship can be seen crossing the ocean to lend aid to whoever needs him. It is rumored that where ever he goes, he asks of the Avatar, and her whereabouts, always hopeful of meeting the person upon whom the world's balance depends.

Character Box:

General Mei Fong

Mei's day wasn't bad, not really. He was ordered to look into a mass murder, no big deal, happened all the time. Though it did matter when it was civilians, not soldiers, and it was by the hand of a Firebender that they had died. He was in a sour mood after that, sour, but not completely terrible. Not until the report arrived detailing a visit by a certain Spymaster whom Mei knew enough about to dislike, perhaps not hate, but he didn't wish to be stuck near the man for any extended period of time. Blast it all to hell if he wasn't angry after realizing he'd have to confront the damned fool. Who, in their right mind, kills civilians in such great numbers, honest, hardworking men and women too. Miners, for Avatar's sake. Of course, he wasn't infuriated, but deeply annoyed, and rose wearily from his desk. He knew where to find the Spymaster's office. Not many had their room decorated with a taxadermied dragon hanging from the cieling. He walked down the halls, the building, often times, felt like a prison. He knocked on the door, out of mere mannerism, more than worries of intruding. No reply, he opened the door, finding himself standing in an empty room, staring at the face of a dragon. Seeing the image burned away a small part of his mind. How could anyone be so cruel? Not many men decorated their room with a taxadermied dragon...or had a secret door leading into the mountainside. Mei sighed again, walking down the corridor, which seemed to grow hotter as Mei continued deeper. Perfect, he'd always wanted to see a volcano from the inside.

Mood: Relaxed Condition: Healthy

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Yeah yeah yeah, I approve, whatevs, yo. *peace*

Woah had to edit...I have issue with something on your profile Mei. Basically the fact that you are a master of 3 styles at the age of 33.

Either age your character up, or edit the abilities before I approve bro.

I kind of have to side with Tarek in this regard. That, and I generally tend to believe that most "non-bending arts" (martial arts, hand-to-hand, weapon using) don't really have a real "master class" unless they are renowned masters who teach their trade (such as Piandao). That, and while a master of one art at 33 (I'll mix lightningbending in with it, since it is a subcomponent of firebending) is sort of pushing it but passable, three is a little much IMO.

otherwise it looks good. I would strongly recommend cropping or narrowing your picture though if you can.

=Zul=

I went ahead and bumped my Hand-to-Hand down a level. No way Mei's aging anymore...that quickly.

I approve Mei, have fun.

I already am. CX