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[jinlotus]

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IC

Name: Jiang Yanli
Age: 23
Canon: The Untamed
Canon Point: After her death.

Are you joining a cast? Yes.
If so, will it be in a different or the same world? The same world.
If it's the same world, have you spoken to your castmate about changes that may have already occurred and agreed to them? Since they are all fairly new, I don't think this will be a problem.

Background: The history of a lotus blossom.

Personality: First and foremost, Jiang Yanli is fiercely, courageously loyal to her family and her friends. She, in part, helped raise her brothers, Jiang Cheng and Wei Ying, and her love for them knows no boundaries. Her death proved that - few others would have run out in the middle of a battle for the sole sake of rescuing a loved one. The sword that inevitably took her life had been meant for her Wei Ying; she pushed him out of the way and took the blade to her chest.

When Yanli loves another, she gives them her all and if that includes her life, she has no regrets.

She is also a warm and nurturing mother, which comes as no surprise considering how she spoilstends to her brothers. Motherhood was something she looked forward to and despite her weak physical health, she gave birth to her son without issue. He, like Jin Zixuan, Jiang Cheng, Wei Ying and the rest of her kin has her unfailing love and loyalty.

She is happiest caring for others and, frankly, if her maternal instincts are not being fulfilled in one way or another, she is prone to loneliness and anxiety. It's difficult for her to know her family is out in the big world, fighting monsters and there is nothing she can do to aid them or protect them. Yanli has always had rather poor physical health; she is not a strong Cultivator and she is happier not using her sword. Keeping a home warm and raising the next generation suits her far better.

However there is one quality that she possesses - and does not often use - that sets her apart from everyone else. If her dear ones are insulted or treated poorly, she will not hold her anger back - and her anger is a terrifying thing. Though her words are gentle, she can use them to cut to the quick and leave the one responsible for the insult feeling like dirt. After all, this quote exists for a reason: “There are three things all wise men fear: the sea in storm, a night with no moon, and the anger of a gentle man.”

Yanli is gentle - there is no doubt about that - but her heart is strong and it guides her forward. Some might consider her a fool, but that won't change her. Her reason for living - for trying - is love. No matter how difficult her life might become (or her death) her ideals won't shift an inch. She will simply pick up where she left off and bring her loved ones back into the fold where she can care for them again.


Samples Sample One

The first thing she notices is air in her lungs and the steady beat of her heart in her chest. She still feels a little cold, but she is aware of her body again. When the sword had plunged into her chest, she had felt intense, burning pain - the sort of pain that makes you wish for death - but then everything had become numb. Like the life was draining from her. She had been able to speak to her A-Xian and she remembers her A-Cheng had been there too. Then...nothing.

Until now. Blinking at the bright light, she rises into a seated position, bringing a shaking hand to her chest. The wound is closed, though she is covered in now dried blood. That needs to be fixed immediately. But how?

She finds a clear water stream and takes off her outer robe, dipping it into the water and trying to scrub the awful stain away. She needs soap, but even then, the cloth might be too stained to save.

"A-Xian..." Yanli looks around, not quite recognizing her surroundings, "Where are you? A-Cheng?"

Speaking to herself is better than the silence. Carefully, she pulls on the slightly damp robe and ties it closed. It will take most of her strength to travel, but what else can she do? She doesn't like being alone - and she is without her sword.

"I am a poor Cultivator." she chastises herself, trying to lift her mood. Trying not to think about her brothers looking so broken. Or the tiny boy she had left behind.

Sample Two

[She is, thankfully, in fresh robes, her body and hair newly washed. Like this she feels more like herself, though she remains as pale as a ghost.]

Forgive me for troubling you, but I thought I would introduce myself. I am Jiang Yanli, sister of Jiang Cheng and Wei Wuxian. [A proud sister based on her posture.] If you need help or a place to stay, I will happily share what I have been given. No one has ever complained about my tea and I am told I make the best lotus and pork rib soup.

[Here she smiles, shyly, but happy nonetheless at the memories of her two brothers fighting over the last bit of her soup.]