Wynn     Created on Wednesday, 13 September 2006 18:51  
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Full Name: "Wynn" Mu Shui
Gender: Female
Age: Eightteen
Eyes: ? (See story)
Hair: Lilac
Birthplace: Shantung Province, Han
Birth Season: Autumn

Your Guide: ClydeSaradit
Quests you have completed: None so far

<B>Wynn's History

       I was born in a small fishing village, on the north-
   east coast of the Shantung province of Ch'in.  Although
   the village was formally Buddhist, few of the residents
   practiced the virtue of Buddha.  Most were greedy and
   cruel, including my own kin.  I was born the third of
   seven children, and the only girl.  My father had
   decided long before my birth that the only worthy child
   was a son.  To him, I was not male, and therefore not
   honourable.  This effected much of my development, both
   physically and mentally.   


       My brothers worshipped my father, and therefore
   adopted his dogma of female inferiority.  There were so
   many of us in our family, and yet there was not nearly
   enough wealth to support nine mouths.  I was always the
   last to eat.

       "Father first, for he is the master.  Sons next, for
   they are the future.  Mother then, for she is the cook.
   Daughter last, for she is despicable."

       Unfortunately this lack of proper food led me to
   growing into a less-than-desireable woman.  I have not
   the vuluptuous hips or bust of a wealthy woman.  I do
   not have long gracious legs that turn heads.  Rather,
   my body is both cursed with shortness and lankiness,
   I suppose I took like an overgrown child, with knobby
   knees, pudgy cheeks and limbs too long for my torso.
   Perhaps this is not all negative though, I vowed myself
   to celebacy at an age when that is the only thing boys
   do not want to see in girls.

       I hope these details do not seem insignificant.  I
   believe I have a strange appearance, certainly that is
   what I have been told many times before.  It is my wish
   to explain myself, so that I am not judged on first
   impression of appearance.

      "Mu Shui, the squinting one.
       Like a troll, she hates the sun!
       Closed her eyes for many a day,
       Now they'll forever stay that way!"

       Indeed, it would seem my eyes were glued shut by the
   Gods themselves.  Perhaps it is my lesson for not following
   the middle path, that I am stuck with forever squinted
   eyes.  In my late childhood, I had become so sick of the
   hypocracy of my village that I decided it was my job to
   understand Buddha's ways myself.  I sat and meditated
   under the closest thing to a fig tree that grew in that
   region, for more days than I could keep track of.  The
   shade paled my skin, and my closed eyes lost their
   courage.  When I finally arose, I found the sun's light
   far too painful to view, and since then, I have always
   squinted.

      When I was still a fairly young girl, at the age of
   fifteen, I left home.  I felt at this point in my life
   that I was well equipped enough, mentally and spiritually,
   to look after myself.  And, certainly, I have been able
   to do so better than my family managed.  Looking back,
   perhaps I should have stayed and tried to help them find
   something better than cruelty and greed to cling to.  I
   have doubts, though, that my presence would have ever
   evolved into something more than an irritance to them.      On the autumn of the second-to-last year of Yuri's
   reign over Koguryo, I arrived in the country centre of
   Kugnae.  It seemed relvant to me that I should start my
   new life during the same season as I was born, seventeen
   years later.  Upon my arrival in the Kingdom, I figured
   the first thing to do would be to find a group of people
   to associate with.  Walking around the city streets, I
   saw a number of posters on fenceposts and buildings for
   the Koguryo Royal Army.  I took one, and decided to
   contact the recruiters.  I was guided into the army by
   a young man named Todaka, who since has become an
   established close friend of mine.

      Although settling into the army was enjoyable, the
   majority of the soldiers were young men, who preferred
   to spend their nights drinking and dreaming of extra-
   vagence than studying or discussing scholarly pursuits.
   There was a man in the army, by the name of Omat, who
   I noticed to be of particular calm composition, and
   after observing him for a while, I discovered that he
   was a Buddhist Monk.  I spoke with him about the guild,
   and he told me a few Teachers who were willing to take
   newcomers under their wing.

      Sadly, it seemed none of the Teachers I contacted
   were able to contact me in return.  I decided that the
   best way to receive guidance was to seek it out
   actively.  Later that week, I noticed announcement papers
   across the city for a Monk Gathering, hosted by the
   teacher Clyde Saradit.  I immediately decided to go,
   and certainly it turned out to be a good choice.  After
   participating in the conversations at the Gathering,
   when all else had gone home, Saradit approached me and
   asked if I had someone guiding me along the path of
   the Buddha.

      Shortly after our first meeting, Clyde Saradit took
   me as his student.  We trained for many months, and I
   learned things about the Middle Path that I had never
   been exposed to in my earlier book-driven teachings.
   After a series of trials and lessons, my teacher deemed
   me worthy as a Monk, and took me into the guild's
   circle, where I have stayed ever since.

   Written by
           `, "Wynn" Mu Shui