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Fa-Zhou Rowan
Last Updated: 16June2004
Rowan is an Asian woman in her early 30s with a Chinese father and a Black Irish mother. Slim but shapely, She's comfortable in her own skin, well aware she has the kind of beauty that makes men stupid. She likes her black hair long, nearly to the middle of her back, but her most stunning feature would be her eyes, which are naturally jade green thanks to a genetic fluke from her mother's Irish bloodlines. A pair of dark brown contacts effectively covers the color and Rowan justifies their use in that an Asian woman with green eyes would be pretty easy for the Feds to identify, but her real reason is that she simply despises the color and the undue attention it tends to cause. She wears black because she likes the simple drama, and because she knows it lends a certain level of mystique. The rest, as she says, just comes naturally.
Her nine-ball nick name is "Black Dragon" and as she was born in the year of the dragon, she has all the strength and volatility of spirit that goes with it. She has a keen, companion-caliber sense of observation that has handily assisted her a successful career as a professional hustler. She's not above taking advantage of some hapless male who thinks that playing a game of nine-ball with the pretty girl might get him a chance at getting into her pants. As she sees it, if they're dumb enough to pay more attention to her than the game, then they deserve to get taken - at nine ball, that is.
Although Rowan is pretty easy on the eyes, her older sister Aislin is the true beauty of the family and was accepted into the Madrassa Academy on Sihnon when she was 12 years old to train as a Companion. Aislin currently enjoys the benefits of a Companion's chosen occupation on board the luxury liner Serene, which visits the outer edge of a nebula just off of Gamera. During her training years, Aislin often visited home and shared some of her new-found companion knowledge with Rowan, but the sisters haven't seen each other since well before the war began. As far as Rowan knows, her parents are still alive and well on Osiris, where she was born, although she hasn't seen them since long before the war ended. Her brother, Ru, went off to an Alliance school when he was 16 and never came back. Knowing what little she does about that acacemy, Rowan has little hope of seeing him again, or at least not as he was. Rowan has also lost a husband, Li-Chen Xiang, whom she loved dearly and has yet to determine if he is missing or dead.
Rowan is very spiritually oriented. Although not what you would call a devout Christian by any means, she's still very well aware that there is a God, whom she refers to as "The Almighty."
Naturally, like all passengers who come on board Serenity, she has a plethora of secrets, and a good reason to stay on the move. Although Rowan was involved in the Independent movement alongside her husband, she always worked behind the scenes and so was never imaged or profiled by the Alliance. She was wanted long before the movement for computer espionage under the alias "Exile," but she's worked hard and traveled far to stay unidentified, and she continues to keep moving in order to stay under the Alliance radar.
Rowan knows a little bit about just about everything. She's had nearly every ship-board job there is to have - short of captain, first mate or pilot - in order to stay on the move while she utilizes an uncanny skill at nine-ball to make a little spending money. Lately that skill has gone into accumulating the entrance fee for a high-stakes tournament about to take place on New Hokkaido.
One of those many jobs she's had was as a cook. She's one of those people who can throw stuff in a pan at random and have it come out edible. She's also fairly adept at systems upgrades, as evidenced by the holographic pool table at the Hera Cary Saloon, which she upgraded to the Gold version with true-table sound, and added a nice sized pile of platinum to.
Rowan certified as a medic awhile back on a Defal
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Li-Chen Xiang
He was a professor of ancient earth history at the Crown University in Osiris before the war. He disappeared shortly after the Independent declaration and rumors still persist that he was a leader of high standing in the movement. Since the fall of the Independents, there has been no record of him.
He was also Fa-Zhou Rowan's very devoted husband.
"Those who say it cannot be done should not interrupt those who are already doing it." ~ Chinese Proverb
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Shan Kowen
((side note: and coincidentally
Shan: dodge, evade, duck
Kou: (Koh) mouth
Wen: to ask, to inquire
didn't mean for the last name to mean anything in chinese, but it works doesn't it? lol ))
Shan (pronounced like Shawn) is a thin wisp of a man in his mid to late twenties whose 6’2” height is accentuated by his slim frame. His hair is almost too dark to be called blonde and is always kept neat and clean, underneath which two light green eyes framed by thick dark lashes peer out from an almost delicate, boyish face. He speaks in a soft, polite drawl and dresses as his background dictates; tasteful and fashionable and showing only a hint of the money he came from, but still practical for one who is frequently traveling backwater planets. Unfortunately the fuse on his temper is exceptionally short. He is almost never given to explosive anger; his manner quickly turns from soft and polite to chilly and acerbic. His caustic sarcasm is almost a trademark back on his home moon and it recurrently gets him into hot water.
He looks weak at first glance but lean muscle is evident on closer inspection, and he is relatively quick. It is normal for him to be mistaken for someone who has just spent a great deal of time in the infirmary; he is frequently sick, as he has had immune system problems since birth. Being the “sickly child” and also the baby of the family led to him being fairly spoiled, and as he grew older he learned to “play” others somewhat to get what he wanted with (usually) minimum fuss.
Shan’s most notable feature would have to be his hands. To the ordinary eye, they are normal, unremarkable hands. The skin is soft and pale, the fingers somewhat long and thin, the nails clean and manicured. He is a gambler, and without quick hands and eyes he would probably not be a very good one. Sure he knows how to find opponents’ tells and weaknesses, knows how to shoot dice… but luck avoids him more often than not, so he makes his own. The standard term for this phenomenon is “cheating”. Don’t use it around him.
Looking weak and having an acid tongue are a bad combination and since not everyone is a fan of Shan’s gambling methods, he of course must go armed. A few small knives are hidden about his person, though he uses them only in defense. He detests guns, and although he owns a small one sized perfectly for hiding in a pocket or up a sleeve, he rarely even brings it out of its case. Basically, he hates physical fighting altogether, but once he gets started verbally bludgeoning his adversary he won’t (and usually can’t) stop to try diplomacy and they rarely back away from it, thinking him weak enough to take.
Some mistake his reluctance around guns for fear, but the only thing he is truly afraid of is heights. Of all the sicknesses he’s had in his life, his dread of high up places is the only one that has gone uncured. Ladders? Forget it. Standing on an unsteady chair is sometimes enough to warrant a cold sweat and butterflies in the stomach. He does what he can to hide this fact, the mind-numbing fear being a huge sore spot with him.
As for the war, Shan of course made all efforts to stay away from fighting. He didn’t particularly care who won, though had he been a bit more invested in politics like his brother he most likely would have leaned toward Browncoat thinking. Both his parents and his sister strongly backed the Alliance.
Shan was born and raised on one of the five moons orbiting the planet Saro, called Malos. Saro is a planet just outside the borders of what would be known as the Core Planets. The planet is a well-known vacation spot for some of the richer families in the verse, with pristine beaches, spectacular mountains and forests, and a plethora of wildlife. It was of course terraformed in the years after Earth-That-Was, and was afterward sparsely populated with English, Japanese, and Chinese colonies. Not many colonists live there now, aside from those who stay year-round staffing hotels, running shops, waiti
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Graham Calbrax is in his mid-thirties. He is tall, dark and not-so-handsome. He has short dark hair, usually some stubble and usually wears a lot of denim with either a black leather jacket or brown leather coat. He carries only basic weaponry, a pistol and a dagger, but is adept in the use of both.
He is extremely inquisitive, often sticking his nose in where it's not wanted and making enemies. He is intelligent and educated but his personality is not overly academic. In fact people who meet him are often surprised when he starts talking about ancient history or terraforming. He does speak Chinese, but only a little, and curiously he has a basic knowledge of Latin. He gets along well with most people, but when someone badly wrongs him they often don't live long.
He was conspicuously absent during the war. Since then he has worked as an archaeologist for the Alliance, which led to him visiting Earth-that-was and uncovering some secrets. He remains tight-lipped as to what those secrets were. Whatever he discovered, it caused him to turn away from the Alliance and become a fugitive.
He has come to New Hokkaido to visit the Re-inactment faire and meet an old ally who has information for him. Unfortunately, this ally has been arrested by the feds on trumped up charges.
"Gorramit Mal... I've forgotten my line."
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He's responsible for introducing Rowan to Xiang. How? By pulling them both into the Independent movement. Robert and Xiang were roommates in college - Xiang being the book worm and Robert the brilliant party hound. When the Independents needed someone to do their writing for them for the now historic Declaration and subsequent articles of Constitution - that was never finished or incepted - Robert called on his friend. When Xiang needed some techo-prowess on his side to help with the propaganda program known as The Revolution, Robert was the one who went down and shot a few racks of pool in order to meet the sub-cor user known as Exile and recruit her to the cause. He didn't know the two had already met as professor and student, but he knew right away the two would hit it off. He's given himself a pat on the back more than once for introducing them, even after all hell broke loose.
Robert is a tall, dark anglo-saxon with the kind of slant to his eyes and his smile that always make him look like he's up to something - mainly because he always is. He lost one of those eyes to the Alliance during a post-war incident that he doesn't talk about. Everyone he works with these days assumes he was interrogated and he lets them.
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Up until now I have had the bio for my character in the New Hokkaido thread only on my webpage for him ...
Here is the slightly altered version for you folks to read ... comments, etc are welcome ... the link to the 1st version of the bio is below
here goes ...
Quentin Xavier Hawksworth III aka Hawk
Months prior to the Battle of Serenity Valley an Independent pilot was transferred (due to a limited number of vehicles available to be piloted)to an infantry company to be their Ground Weapons Specialist.
During the last of moments of the Battle of Serenity Valley, there was a group of civillians and the company of Independents whose job was to protect them huddled in a cave. The small group was halved in numbers by falling rocks and other debris due to the explosion of a missle which had found its way into the cave.
When the smoke cleared a man by the name of Quentin Xavier Hawksworth III looked out to see what could be seen. He saw the Independent ships pull out. Then the company radio crackled and a voice informed the radioman that the company was to lay down arms. Enemy fire hit the rock next to Quentin and we fade out on this 'happy' scene ....
Years later
Quentin had lost most of his family due to a chemical plant disaster on his home planet and received a small inheritance. He prefers the nickname 'Hawk' because it gets less chuckles than his full name.
Quentin mustered out of the Independent ranks and pursued his main job ... that of being a navigator on a space going vessel. He had learned that he had an aptitude for piloting and he learned about engineering, cooking and a few other things to varying degrees so he could fill in if need be with other jobs on the ships he served on.
Since leaving the military Quentin has served on three ships. His last post was on the Firefly Class Ship Verity. He left the Verity when her new Captain decided he wanted a younger ... and female ... navigator.
Quentin is now roaming around New Hokkaido while checking out the job opportunities.
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This is a "Archive Save" nee Bump... 
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