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[- OOC Information -]

Name: Corinne
Do you play any other characters in Outer Divide? No

[- Character Information -]

Character Name: Mulan Fa
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
OU, AU, or CR AU: OU
Canon Point: 2x09, "Queen Of Hearts"
Journal: girlworthfighting

Character History: Here and, since Once Upon A Time draws heavily on the Disney films for backstory, and not all of the TV series' version of Mulan has been explored on-screen yet, some important elements are also found here.

Personality:

Mulan is at first glance the quintessential stoic warrior. She is aloof and outwardly displays a hardened exterior, not giving away much of herself in either words or expression. She speaks only when she deems it necessary and when she does she is blunt and to the point. It is clear by her actions and attitude she cares little what others think of her, and has come to hold her life only accountable to herself. She holds herself proud and stands apart; it's not unthinkable that people would dismiss her as prickly or unapproachable, and decide that she doesn't want allies or friends.

Her attitude however is the end result of a long and winding journey through her life full of many ups and downs, fighting battles most never could imagine. She's well aware of this, and it has a lot to do with why she holds back from interacting with others freely: in some ways she is the soldier who never came home from battle, who was changed by war to the point where she has a hard time connecting to people who are not other soldiers, other warriors. The things she admires most are determination, knowledge, and skill. By this point she's also lost most of the people she ever cared for; her family, her emperor, two men that she loved, everyone from her homeland and anyone she ever fought beside. Her reluctance to find new people to care about and then potentially lose in return is perhaps understandable.

All that aside, Mulan is not paranoid, nor is she unwilling to trust others. She's only very cautious about where that trust is bestowed. She doesn't automatically respect people who put themselves in a position of authority, particularly people who've inherited their titles without seemingly doing anything to earn them, such as royalty: she defers to such a leader out of necessity, but has no admiration for them. Someone who proves their ability to her however will have earned a fierce and devoted follower. Her trust and affection may have to be earned, but once someone is in her good graces Mulan is a loyal friend who will go to any lengths for the people she cares about. Her 'demands' aren't even set all that high, that first original proof of capability or trustworthiness is all she needs. If her first impression about someone is wrong, it doesn't take her long at all to discard it.

The best way Mulan knows how to show her affections is by being protective and helpful to someone. Her emotions can run quite deep but she's never been good at putting them into words. She's reflexive, however, and leads a full inner life where she muses on her past and her journey. Her anger runs cold, righteous, and she doesn't believe in selfish concepts like revenge. She can be prideful or even reckless at times, but it comes in short bursts and once she catches herself, she has no resistance to apologizing and admitting she was wrong.

Mulan started off a quiet, slightly awkward, dutiful girl; though she has changed a lot all those attributes are still within her. She has always been spirited and while she is good at following orders, they must be orders that make sense to her and her personal code of honor. She trusts her instincts and if something doesn't 'feel right' she has no hesitation about acting on that gut impulse. While she's ultimately a noble person and would never fight for a wicked cause, Mulan is not a believer in "the greater good". The battles she fights, the causes she follows, are always very specific and she can be sometimes single-minded in pursuing them, even if the odds are against her or it pits her against other people who are fighting for their own worthy cause.

Ultimately Mulan is driven by honor, the love of those she cares about, and her warrior's spirit. She is active and restless and has a hard time sitting still; her place is either on a quest or in a battle. While she's certainly capable she prefers to follow rather than lead, mostly because leaders don't always get to spend as much time doing and fighting. She's wary of things she doesn't understand and isn't necessarily the fastest learner, but she applies herself to a task with complete dedication until she has it conquered. She is determined, stubborn, to the point of it being occasionally detrimental to her own safety. She's no stranger to self-sacrifice. But what she needs most is someone or something to do, to fight for, or otherwise she risks becoming lost.

Powers/Abilities:
Mulan is a trained soldier with all the physical athletic ability that entails. She knows how to ride a horse, shoot an arrow, use a sword, and fight hand-to-hand. She's experienced in traveling long distances and surviving in the wild. However she is still only human, and a slightly built female at that, so she's only as strong as permissible by the natural limits of her body.

Possessions:
Her armor, a sword, a bow and quiver full of arrows, and a set of bolas.

Arrival:
Mulan awakes in a pod on a ship.

[- Writing Samples -]

Network Sample:

It's my understanding that wherever they are on the other end of this...object, someone can hear me. Whoever you are, I want you to show yourselves. [Tersely, teeth briefly bared.] This is not a request.

I do not know if I came to this strange place by chance encounter or deliberate action. But this is not my land, nor is it any land I am familiar with from my distant travels. And I have no memory of my arrival here, either. The only explanation I'm left with is abduction.

Whoever you are, whatever it is you may want me for, speak. The longer you make me wait, the less the likelihood you'll have of anything like my willing cooperation.

Or if my unknown captors are too cowardly to explain themselves, then it is my hope that these words will reach someone who can enlighten me.

Log Sample:

Mulan’s eyes flung open with a gasp, all the breath in her lungs suddenly choked within her throat.

She was in an enclosed trap, made of metal; a prison, far more confining than any she had ever before seen or had to endure. Panic bubbled inside her, the white hot rush of instinct blinded by confusion and with nothing to react to. Luckily, the hatch to whatever it was that held her opened before she’d a chance to further work herself up. She stumbled out, chest heaving.

While she was disoriented and alarmed she tried to keep her wits. Muscles tight she moved slowly, careful, making certain to look about her either way. There was no sign of guards or attackers standing around her. There was no sign of anybody.

She was alone. With no idea of where she was, or memory of how she had gotten there.

She relaxed slightly, enough to catch her breath, slumping while not letting her body go completely. Her head still turned, keeping a wary lookout for an approach, or listening for sounds. But the minutes passed and there was nothing.

She needed to get her bearings. And figure out, as best she could, what had happened, and what to do next.

There were no injuries on her body. Sorcery seemed the explanation most likely. There was no sign of Aurora, and that made a knot of unease and urgency tighten in her chest. Had they been separated? Was Aurora hurt? Had she, and this was easily most worrisome of all, been brought here (wherever that was) alone?

But what would she do, if that was the case? She and Aurora were supposed to stick together. The other woman was her travelling companion, now. She needed to protect her.

Her nose was filled with the scent of metal and her eyes were surrounded by more brightness than she was used to. Briefly, Mulan shut them.

Could this be the world Snow White and her daughter had come from?

If it was, she decided, or even if it wasn’t, there would have to be someone who could explain things to her.

She made a wary survey of the other contraptions like the one that’d held her. Though they surrounded her she made no effort to approach them, at first: perhaps they held other prisoners, or perhaps they held monsters, would-be enemies.

Instead she took another look at the one she escaped from, and felt swift and fulfilling relief when she discovered her gear. In quick practiced movements she donned her armor and checked her weapons. Her hair, however, she distractedly left to its own accord. In loose waves it tumbled around her shoulders until she shrugged it away from her face.

There was a small device among her things that she didn’t recognize. She examined it cautiously, curious, and then decided to pocket it. Whatever it was, it didn’t seem outwardly dangerous, and clearly she was intended to have it. Perhaps it would come to be of some use.

In a half-crouched position, braced on one knee, she ducked her head and took another steadying breath. Wherever this was, whatever was going on, she could handle it; she would have to. Hand on her sword she rose in one fluid movement, turning to find her way out of this place.

Time to find some answers.