Full Name: Yaozu Fengge
Race: Reborn Human
True Age: 99
Apparent Age: 40
Powers & Special Abilities: Conversion
Bloodline (if Vampire): n/a
Empire (if applicable): Roman (China)
Title/Rank (if applicable): none


Long ago a great Emperor sat on the throne of China. His life was one filled with wonders and mysteries. But he was truly not well known as his reign seemed insignificant due to the fact that China did not go to war during his reign. His name was all but forgotten except by the monks who trained him as a young boy. It was said that one of the monks in particular had taken him under his wing, though now, the nameless face has long since passed from the earth and moved into their paradise.

The two or three hundred years since his reign have been interesting ones. Even after Yaozu was born, they had not changed much. War, bickering, demons had come to plague the lands and the Romans had come to take over. Yaozu again found himself in the Monestary of his past life, but he doesn't remember being there before. He learned quicker than before, however, the lessons to be taught. Though he received his ranking again as a Shao-lin monk, he desire to move along and protect the people could not be stopped. So he has wandered the last 50 years or so, searching and converting lost souls to his purpose, which until the Marakai had pushed forth a more aggressive assault, was only to bring peace amongst the commoners and nobles.

Now the darkened days have show Fengge that he is right where he needs to be, in the thick of things as he has always felt he should be. One would say he is not careful, but they cannot say he is reckless either. He does help all he can, but seldom has he had to use his training yet. He converts men and women and sends them to the Palace or the Monestary for training in the protection of their great nation. He shows others who have found greed to be a greater enticement the way to their souls and where they are headed without guidance.

Fengge is a simple man, inwardly and outwardly. There are times he dons expensive clothing, but he does not prefer such luxuries. If one finds more than a dozen coins on him at any one time, they might actually think him rich, for most days he has none. He has come to live off the land and the generosity of people as he travels from place to place by foot. When he is not moving, he is either meditating or sleeping, and his speed, a turtoise, for he stops every few hours to meditate toward the sun, no matter the direction or strength. At least an hour he spends, until night fall every 4th hour, then his next stop is for food and rest.

"Fear nothing. Not even death. For death is the releasing of the soul from the shell that we have been cursed to inhabit until it is our time to be cleansed and our soul reincarnated for our next lifetime or rest." - Nameless Monk

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