Wang Feifei

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Though born into a different lifestyle, under the training of two assassins with plenty of money to tote, Ms. Fei made the decision at the youthful age of seventeen to become a Templar, regardless of her previous way of life. The twenty-seventh day in April in her thirteenth year being alive, during a training session with her father on the usage of poison on blades, her mother approached with a signed paper, bag of money, and a plastered frown on her face, very subtly hiding the smirk that lied underneath. Her father, knowing the origin of those items, gave her a nod and looked to his daughter with the sweetest of smiles. As an instinctive response, Fei saw no harm and granted a gentle smile in return. Little did she know that when her father led her outdoors and locked her out of their home, she'd never be able to come back. 

It started with careful subterfuge. The women of the large manor treating her like a darling child and providing her with whatever it was she need. When and if she began to ask about her once loving parents, she found her questions to never be answered, always skillfully avoided. Weird things and weird noise were always happening around her new-found home, but she dared not question it out of respect and slight fear. It took her one year to grow fond of their trickery. One unforeseen day, within the second of her stepping beyond the threshold of the front door, she was thrown into her bedroom, gagged, and stripped of her clothing. The madame of the home explained to her that she no longer belonged to her parents, that she had no free will, that she was no longer going to receive the same treatment and was to be treated like the other women, an obedient e. Said woman imprinted their brand, a small jade flower tattoo, into her skin just before the start of her right thigh, and sent her off to be "pampered and prepped" for a solid month. Numerous times was she in a day, tied to the bed to where she couldn't move (even if she needed to) until her "shift" was over and not once did she feel even the slightest bit of remorse, common courtesy, and love. All she felt was bitter. Completely and utterly bitter. 

Two more years passed, the harsh conditions of ion let up and became easier, and Fei slowly began to get over it. She was a hot topic amongst men all over, they adored her in secret. Some brought her flowers and chocolates, some treated her gently, some really didn't care, but she liked it all. Midway through her seventeenth year on this planet, she found a way out of it, and she took that chance through a frequent client, the Grand Master of Templars. Out of pure love he took her out of that lifestyle, but she didn't know how to make the feeling mutual. Learning to give and recieve love was hard, but it was achievable, nonetheless. He was kind to her, sweet and gentle, and she treated him all the same. Budding feelings began and caried on throughout the remainder of the year, but she couldn't shake the feeling of something being wrong. It came to a point in time her hand was asked in marriage, willingly she said yes, but it never happened. Her husband-to-be didn't live that long: they were ambushed in the dead of night and attacked by a group of assassins. Since then, Fei has returned to her old ways, but put a little spin on things. She created the facade of your average undercover hitman, killing to earn her living, and rejoined a few associates as a e, solely doing business to kill off assassins while they come to get their fix. Her strength is her allure; her weakness is her vengeful lust.

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