China [Wang Yao] -MERCHANT

[China]

Wang Yao
-大清-

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(xDDD I'm kidding. This is the real play-by: CLICK IT, PLEASE xD)
"I may have cheated you, but I won't allow you to cheat me, aru."

Name: Wang Yao
Nickname: The Pirated Merchant (Lame, I know. B|)
Origin: Great Qing/ Qing Dynasty of China/ The Manchu Empire
Gender: Female
Age: ...That be a secret, matey.
Occupation: He is a merchant by name, but in reality, he holds a secret smuggling business.
Former Occupation: CHEF. B|
Rank: None (He's a merchant/smuggler.)
Ship: Aboard a merchant ship, really.
Current Whereabouts: "...Did you think I'd disclose that information, aru?"
Orientation: Unknown
Birthday: October 10

Personality: Don't be fooled by looks. Though he may appear defenseless, easy, and just downright someone one can easily take advantage of, look again. The sparkle in his eyes says it all; he is not what he appears to be. While he appears cheerful, agreeable, and easy to do business with, he is in fact cunning, mysterious, slick, and conniving. One time you're allies? The next you're his enemy. This man will not hesitate to use anyone as a stepping stone towards his success, and he has only one goal: to get rich. After all, mercantilism states that there is only a fixed amount of wealth in this world, and thus all, or at least the majority, of that wealth must belong to him. However, though he may seem like he uses people, he still believes in the fact that one must repay kindness given to them, and thus he will be generous towards those who have done much for him, or who have served him for a long time.

Pirates, steer clear of his ship. While he may appear to be an ordinary merchant on a harmless merchant's ship, he's not. He's only a merchant by name; in reality, he is a master smuggler, smuggling anything from opium to slaves. He has been known to get anything and everything into a country no matter how tight the security claims to be, and he hasn't failed once in his business, and he doesn't plan to. Another warning? He is a smuggler, and his specialty is making something appear what they're really not. His ship is riddled with secret weapons at every nook and cranny, so watch your step. The next thing you know, you might be blown to high heavens with a gun that looks like a blanket. Or you know, something like that.

While he may appear like an open book, he really isn't. There's more to him than meets the eye, and this is a lesson that everyone he had once done business with learned the hard way. Watch every single move he makes, because he has a knack for getting away with everything, and making sure none of the fingers can be exactly pinpointed to him. Who knows, one thing you're drinking wine with him, the next you're choking on the floor because you failed to see that he had slipped something in your drink. He's about as slippery as an eel, if not more so, and nobody had been able to trick him with anything pertaining to business matters. He's not very trusting of anyone, and to earn his trust in even the smallest matters is a feat worthy of an award, indeed.

Watch your back when doing business with this Chinese man. Never turn your back on this man, for you don't know just when he might stab you on the back with a knife.

Appearance: He usually wears something that is richly laden in gold and silk, and because he's rich, he doesn't hesitate to appear like he is. Though he had been warned countless times by his trading partners and crew to dress inconspicuously so that he won't be noticed by pirates... Pray, tell, when did he ever heed to or even NEED the warning?

Strengths and Weaknesses:

Strengths:

• Speed
  
• Accuracy
  
• Throwing knives
  
• Dodging things
  
• Close combat
  
• Bargaining. B|
  
• Evading the military, hell yeah (only when it comes to smuggling, of course)
  

Weaknesses:

• Guns
  
• Flexibility
  
• Going against enemies who are faster than him
  
• Fighting for very long periods of time (Stamina)
  

History: Coming from a poor family in the very rural part of China that was then under the Qing rule, Wang Yao had one goal in life from the day he could think for himself: Get rich, rich enough that he could waddle in money all day long. He had a hard life, working odd jobs at the mere age of eight just so he could feed his family. And when he succeeded in his career as the head chef for the royal family (how he had risen to that position it was unknown, but his adversaries seemed to have been sick or experienced some form of death one way or the other), he knew he had a bigger goal to reach. As the Emperor was very much fond of him, he granted his simple wish: to be given a ship, and to travel across the world bringing the glory of China to every country he could land on. Of course, he had his ulterior motives; with "bringing China's glory" to "less-fortunate" countries also came the desire to be involved in trade, and involved he was. Porcelain, silk, ivory, gunpowder... everything he traded, and from everything he benefited from.

Very soon, though, he had learned the art of smuggling. Realizing that this could bring him even more money even when he had to divide his riches with the Emperor, he very willingly entered into this path. Now, everything from opium to slaves in the Silk Road is under his jurisdiction, and not a single cent that is unaccounted for escapes his eye. Of course, his illegal actions are kept secret from the Emperor, and he, knowing Yao's abilities, dared not question. He was happy with the half he was getting, and the bigger it is, the less room there is for question.

As of now, though, no one has ever put out a definite evidence that he is, indeed, involved in smuggling, and thus he is never brought to justice, and he doesn't intend to be. Though, even if he is... he has various connections to make sure that won't ever happen.

Relationships:

• Russia: His sworn enemy, the pirate of the Silk Road. A tempest to his business, a pest to his ship. Though they have confronted in battle in his ship more than twice, Hiro's protection, combined with the various weapons concealed, disguised, and scattered through the ship always managed to drive him and his crew back, though for some reason this man still kept attacking him. He soon grew to not mind it, though, as sometimes he even found himself waiting for or expecting the familiar attack that was to come from the Russian. And, ever since that fateful day when they had first encountered each other, when he had first gazed into his eyes... something inside him had clicked, and he found himself... almost mesmerized, taken in by the other in ways he could never imagine. What could he have been feeling, all this time?
  
• England: The pirate of the west, that he completely hates. In fact, he dreads going into the European part of the Silk Road, because of this pest. Not that he's afraid of his attacks, mind you... Just, everything about this man irks him to no end.
  
• Japan: One of his trading partners in the east that he feels quite a close connection to, and probably about the only one who he doesn't want to kill, ever. While they're not close, they're not completely formal with each other, either. He feels comfortable and is always his cheerful self whenever conducting business with this man, and thus he doesn't ever feel the need to be formal, really.
  
• Hiroshima: A part of his crew, and probably one of the only ones he really pays attention to. While he doesn't trust "her" because he thinks there's something off with "her", he still tries to maintain a good relationship as "she" could get very hot-headed and unmanageable at times. He doesn't mind "her" presence, too, as long as "she" does her job right... and "she" always does. He has a secret fondness for "her" only because "she" is the most efficient crew"woman" he has, and "she's" one of the ones he can't afford to lose. Hence, he always tries his best to keep "her" happy.
  
• Other relationships to be added through roleplay.
  

Weapons:

• Knives
  
• Hands and feet (Kung-fu, man B|)
  
• Various other things that don't look like weapons... So beware.
  

Likes:

• Opium
  
• Wealth
  
• Success
  
• "Generous" trading partners
  
• His business
  
• Tea
  
• Cute things
  
• Panda
  
• Martial Arts
  

Dislikes:

• Using guns (though he likes trading them >D)
  
• Badly cooked food
  
• Canceled transactions
  
• The military
  
• Ship inspections
  
• Pirates (a very obvious one)
  

Hobbies:

• Counting money
  
• Cooking
  
• Smoking opium
  
• Practicing his "self-defense" moves
  
• Thinking up of ways to expand his business
  
• Collecting cute things
  
• Drinking tea
  
• Making some sort of artwork
  

Random Quirks:

• Has the verbal tick "aru" at the end of his every sentence.
  
• Has a panda butt hat. B|
  
• He is, ironically, known to be well-versed in various forms of torture.
  
• Has a soft spot for pandas, and cute animals in general
  
• Even though he is well-versed in the field of martial arts, he is not flexible.
  
• Very artisitic, as he packs a four-thousand-year's worth of art knowledge. In fact, he uses this skill to forge paintings.
  
• Try to guess what the oversized sleeves are for...
  

Roleplay Sample:

[ohohohoho... I'mma post something from the other board, da? It's from the RoChu thread "Something".]

Meetings, discussions, and paperwork. If one asked for a sneak peek into the life of a certain Chinese nation, these three things are most certainly a part of it. Being a nation himself, China has the burden of doing everything that his boss wanted and ensuring that all matters are taken care of, which would have been a task too daunting for an ordinary person... but then again, Yao was far from ordinary. He was four thousand years old, for gods' sakes, and that's hardly normal.

Recently, though, he was forced to enter into a treaty (though not so much his boss- their bosses were the ones who were in full agreement of the treaty) with his northern neighbour, Russia. He must admit, he was very cautious of the other, and felt extremely uncomfortable in his presence. Somehow, said man emitted an intimidating aura. In fact, it was more than intimidating... It had a certain chill to it, much like how he would find a knife stuck down his back if he even dares to avert his gaze for a brief second from the Russian.

However, all that has recently started to change. He was formal and withdrawn and kept a strictly businesslike attitude towards the other for the first few months, though this barrier soon melted and collapsed. Now, the only thing he looked forward to more than anything else is to get out of the boring meetings and spend more time with Ivan under the pretense of discussing business matters, when in reality he really was just finding a companion to spend quality time with.

And indeed they spent quality time. As they were in each other's presence more often, the awkwardness soon faded away. Soon, China's serious voice and firm, formal frown were exchanged for giggles and cheerful 'aru's' and exclamations of joyful triviality. His business suit that he always wore when meeting the other was soon packed away in the back of the closet and traded for his traditional clothing, which he was far more comfortable wearing, and which, really, flattered his 'figure' more. He showed his cheerful, happy demeanor, showed sides of him that no one else but the closest to him could ever be allowed to see, and at the end of the day, after all business airs have been stripped off, he babbled and chattered like someone would with an old friend.

And today was no exception. Right after having a talk and meeting with his boss, he practically skipped and bounded out the door as the meeting finished, which left his boss wondering what the hell got into his head. Yes, he was to deliver some important paperwork, which is why he was going to Russian territory. But even more than that, he was just excited to spend more time with someone he considered a very good friend. Speeding home, he changed out of his business suit and into his usual red qipao, and grabbing the paperwork he needed to deliver, walked over to Russian territory, which he reached in a few minutes. Regretting that he forgot to bring a coat, he shivered a bit as he waited outside for a maid to open the door and let him in, which all happened in a few minutes. Stepping gratefully inside, he left his shoes by the door as the maid handed him a pair of slippers, which were practically his since he almost lived in the house anyway.

Walking down the hallway to the office where he knew he would find a smiling face behind closed doors, he was about to open the door when a faint sound from somewhere else caught his attention. He followed the sound, papers and all in his hands, as he walked throughout the house, trying to locate its source. As he got nearer and nearer, he now realized that it was music; a soft melody playing, a melody that sent unexplainable goosebumps throughout his body. Something about it was absolutely beautiful, be it the sound itself; though what, exactly, he couldn't pinpoint. He then reached the door where he knew the sound was coming from, and setting down the papers beside it to retrieve later, he turned the knob silently and peeked into the room.

That's when his eyes widened in surprise. Russia, Ivan, playing the piano? How did he not know this before? Stepping into the room as silently as he could manage, he stayed off to the side and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes as he let the soft, gentle notes penetrate his ears. Something about western music always fascinated him; whether it was because the notes were different, or because the music just sounded so much... gentler, he didn't know exactly what... all he knew is that it just did.

A smile grazing across his features, he contemplated on just how different this Russia was from the man he had met way back when. While that man from before had scared him, driven him up the wall, to the brink of fearful submission and determined retaliation... this man, the man right before him whose nimble fingers glided across the keys with careful precision, was gentle, caring, trustworthy, loyal... everything he could ever want, ask, and hope for. He couldn't understand quite yet that maybe what he felt for the man was love; he couldn't quite pinpoint himself to that direction yet.

Settling himself comfortably against the wall, he tried to take in the feelings coming from the beautiful notes the western instrument was emitting. It was pleasant to the ears, yes, but like all music... he knew it also conveyed the feelings of the other. He tried to read such feelings. He could read contentment, bliss, happiness... and somehow, to his ears, the music had a tinge of romance in it. Love? Who could he be in love with? It would certainly be amusing to find out... though for some reason, a part of him died at that prospect. For what reason, he could not comprehend, but he was pretty sure he would, in due time. For now... he was going to relax, and listen to the other play.

Roleplayer: Aus!

Password: The sea is my only Hetalia, arrr. B|

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[Sadiq Adnan]

Wonderfully done, CANNOT wait to see what our smu-I mean merchant has up his sleeves of doom! Approved!