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Manchu-Li Quest.

Post One: Personality.

Post Two: History (Reason for serving Noble class).

Post Three: Other Junk.

Manchu-Li grew up on the streets, and as a result, he quickly learned how to put two fists in front of his face to protect it. It seemed only natural he would grow up to be a warrior, as a boy; Manchu would spend hours flourishing with a stick, and pretending that same stick was a sword and he had cut evil down in it's despicable tracks. Manchu spent a lot of time in the woods as a child, living amongst the animals and hunting them as a source of food. One day, he was stalking through the forest floor, when he spotted a boy in robes (unbeknownst to an uncultured Manchu, the boy was training to be a soul conduit), Manchu thought him to be extremely odd. The boy was in danger and seemingly lacked the offensive capabilities to ward off his feline aggressor: a south china tiger. Manchu glanced down at his pointed wood spear, and over at the heavy, scary tiger. Being a noble kid, even at that age, he knew he couldn't simply allow the other boy to die; it was an innate gut feeling. Groaning, not excited about taking on a tiger, Manchu began to climb. The wildling climbed the tree, using upper body strength, Manchu tested out various branches until he found one that could hold his weight. Shimmying his youthful body outward, along the length of the branch, Manchu poised himself to attack. The branch was fairly low, Manchu quieted his breathing, hoping to remain undetected by the lion; he would only have one chance, and he knew it. Manchu raised himself up on the balls of his feet, before dropping down on the lion, skewering it in the head. His gaze turned to the boy. Ignoring the building rage he felt, he spoke kindly, "you shouldn't be out here alone." Manchu's statement was met with teary-eyed thanks and a smallish hand grasping on his sleeves. The boy dragged Manchu back to his home, insisting he have dinner with his family. That night, Manchu-Li dined on a succulent feast; he was stuffed. The boy's father thanked him profusely, and subsequently asked about his own family. "I'm an orphan," Manchu replied. The noble man looked down at him with a mix of pity and genuine concern. "You will be apart of our family from now, you've certainly earned your place." Manchu was speechless, his teary eyes, the only reply he could muster. Every since then Manchu has felt indebted the noble class.