<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: verdana;"><strong><em>Sha Wuqing</em></strong></span></span><div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a7/fa/69/a7fa6911dd4ca7f05fbedf681450288a.jpg) (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=331816.msg15825236#msg15825236)</div><hr/><hr/><strong>Power Level:</strong>260;<strong>Power Up:</strong>210<br/><strong>Defense:</strong>60;<strong>Hits:</strong>120;<strong>Move:</strong>5<br/><strong>Condition:</strong>N/a<br/><strong>Action Summary:</strong>An Introduction<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>To a man like Sha, North City was a lighthouse in the ocean. It was a bulb flickering back and forth on a balcony. It was a meal dangled in front the nose of a starving man. It was a mountain top to strive for, or at least it was the path that led to it.<br/><br/>...Shame he'd only heard about it about two days ago.<br/><br/>Sha Wuqing had been travelling for some six months now, moving from Island to Island in search of...something. His monastary home had become too small as the boy grew into a man, and the lofty goal of helping to keep the balance of Earth was all well and good until he realised he knew next to nothing about Earth, or its people. The last six months he'd basically stumbled around as a homeless hero, helping out here and there with thieves and bullies and the like. He'd long learnt how to block a bullet with his fist after all, and that willingness to help often earned him favours.<br/><br/>Those favours came in many forms: Money, temporary lodging, transportation, but the most recent favour came in the form of information; information that would help Sha find himself a true path. The person he'd saved to earn this favour was a trainee who'd been the target of a Dojo-Killer. The Dojo-Killer himself, a thug with a basic understanding of martial arts, had cheated and brutalised the young man. Sha had lucked into hearing the attack when he sensed a fledgling power level dipping to dangerous lows, and had interfered and brought the Dojo-Killer low, breaking one of his ribs in the process. As thanks, the young Trainee told Sha about the World Martial Arts tournament, assuming Sha would be in it. When the wanderer made it clear he had no idea what it really was, the Trainee excitably told Sha, and where the next sign-ups and preliminaries were; in North City.<br/><br/>Getting to the Northern City was as easy as calling in a favour and getting a ride in a ferry. Once he arrived he started following powerlevels and auras that he could sense, hoping to stumble into the preliminaries without bugging anyone too much. He didn't like to pester people unless they looked like they needed help, after all.<br/><br/>The Emerald-Eyed Martial Artist was dressed in a simple top that made hid most of the floral tattoos on his chest. A Few inked rings were visible on his left and right arms, although no one would know what they meant to him. It sometimes made him look like a thug, although his lean, angular, clean shaven face didn't really scream 'Mobster'. He was handsome, almost to the point of being pretty, and his long hair was flowing down to his shoulder blades today, tied into a loose tail.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, by now, Sha had managed to get himself lost. With no real thought to rush or exert himself, he decided he would wander. Wander, and see if anything interesting caught his eye, or if something helped him find his way to the Preliminary sign-ups.