|| Intolerance (Euthanatos)
DOB: 16 January, 1973
Place of Birth: San Fransisco, California
Date of Awakening: 9 February, 1993
Foci: Calligraphy (Time). Chanting (Mind), Bone Wand (Spirit; Unique Foci.
The wand is made out of the fibula of her past life's body)
Resonance: Dynamic 1 (Juxtaposed)
Wits Specialty: Level-Headed
Mentor: Jody’s mentor and Cheng Li's student in San Fransisco, Shen Long is
still in occassional contact with Jody, and does what he can to
help...unfortunately, being on the opposite side of the United States,
there’s not always a lot he can do to help.
Intolerance: Euthanatos (1 pt. Flaw): Jody is caught up in the enmity her
past incarnation, Cheng Li, held for the Euthanatos. As close as she is to
Cheng Li, she shares the opinion, though she rationalizes it as her own
opinion that Euthanatos disrupt the cycle of life. Actually, it is kind of
her opinion, even if it’s his, so there you go.
Languages: English, Mandarin, Japanese, Cantonese, Spanish (Mandarin learned
in multi-lingual family and SF Chinatown as a kid, Japanese & Cantonese
learned with Kannagara, Spanish learned in Meadow Green)
Small and innocuous...those would be the first words many would use to
describe Jody. Standing at 5’4”, and weighing nary more then 110 pounds, her
racially mixed blood is obvious, with a strong hint of Asian features and
coloring in her otherwise Caucasion face. Her ebony hair is cut short, making
her look much younger then her 32 years of age. She’s dressed in a white
button-down shirt, khaki cargo pants, and a comfortable, worn-in pair of hiking
boots, with a windbreaker over it all. Her eyes, a bright green with tiny gold
flecks in them, carry a note of wisdom beyond her years, worldly knowledge, and
just a touch of hesitance. Despite that, she gives a small smile in greeting to
all those that she comes across, walking quietly by, barely noticed by those
around her, but very aware of them. ((Arcane 2))
Her bone wand, fashioned from the fibula of her previous incarnation's
The Concerto Club
On January 16, 1973, the world welcomed Jody Yu into its embrace. It wasn’t
the first time...but we’ll get to that. Her parents, a second-generation
Chinese-American father and a Caucasian mother, were astounded by the
pregnancy, as Amy Yu had been told she would never be able to have children
due to complications from an automobile accident five years earlier. That
fact didn’t seem to deter their child, though, and soon after Amy went into
labor on a chilly January night, Jody was born.
Amy and her husband, Chan, owned a small, out-of-the-way restaurant on the
edge of the Chinatown district of San Francisco. Had it been a Chinese
restaurant, they may have been able to make an excellent living, attracting
the tourists who wanted to get a taste of authentic Chinese cuisine without
venturing into the seedier areas of the district. Amazingly, though, Chan
went against that theme, instead going for a more Americanized diner. He had
grown up as his parents, Chinese immigrants, struggled against much harder
racism then he had to deal with, and he grew up of the opinion that his best
chance at acceptance was blending in. The result was that while his
restaurant didn’t fold, it didn’t do nearly as good as it could have, and
life was always tight, with the Yu's living month-to-month.
From the rather odd circumstances of her birth onward, Jody was a very odd
child. She had an incredibly vivid imagination, but one that drove kids away
rather then attracting them, leaving her without friends. Her parents and
teachers became quickly concerned with her, as she would tell stories from
her daydreams about bloody wars and ancient rituals...things no child should
ever be familiar with. Occasionally, she would find herself chanting in a
strange language she didn’t understand.
Understandably confused and frightened, Amy and Chan sent their daughter
though a series of child psychologists. They would listen as Jody told them
her stories with sad smiles on their face, and then give the Yu’s their
diagnosis. Recommendations ran the gamut from anti-psychotics to “giving it
time,” from simple counseling to institutionalizing. The Yu’s couldn’t
afford the prohibitive cost of home care and medications, and Chan simply
couldn’t deal with his daughter’s fanciful visions of Eastern-themed
fantasies, just the things he was trying to rid his family of. They made the
more economical (and for Chan, more convenient) choice of sending her to a
“mental health facility.”
Not surprisingly, things did not go well for Jody in Green Meadows Mental
Health Home. The doctors tried to convince her that her fantasies were
nothing more then just that, and the orderlies would make fun of the
introverted adolescent. As trusting as she was, it took her about a year to
learn that the more she pretended not to see things, the more she was left
alone. So pretend she did. She quickly learned the tricks to avoid taking
the pills given to her by the nursing staff, and eventually, she made
friends among her fellow inmates, and in a strange way, Green Meadows became
more of a home then home had been.
When she was 15, Jody found her world turned upside down again, as
California budget cuts in social services due to the excesses of the 1980’s
left Green Meadows shut down. As she had made a good go on her attempt to
hide her strangeness, the decision was made to release her. Jody walked out
of Green Meadows on February 19, 1988, to find no one there to pick her up.
She took the bus to her old home, and was shocked to find it sold. Her
parents had left without her, not even bothering to let her know or give her
any way of contacting them. Jody was crushed. She had suspected something
was up, since they hadn’t visited or called her for over a year, but she
never thought they would abandon her. Left with no home, no family, and no
friends, she quickly found herself a place to sleep in the streets, one of
the forgotten children.
Jody was on the streets for almost a year. Once again, she learned very
quickly how to survive, crashing with whoever she could make friends
with—easier now that she hid her visions from those she met—and begging for
spare change. It was a difficult life, particularly at first, but she made
do, and once again, found herself a home.
In November of 1989, Jody was squatting in an abandoned shopping mall
project in Oakland. She was doing okay for herself, and had almost even
convinced herself what she had convinced everyone else of...that her visions
weren’t real, that she didn’t have them anymore. Her dreams were just
that...dreams. She wasn’t different, just forgotten. How very odd, then, for
her when she passed by a Buddhist-looking temple in San Francisco and found
herself humming along with the chanting coming from inside. She stopped, and
listened, here eyes growing wide as she realized she recognized that chant.
It was the one she used to find herself chanting when she was young. Amazed,
she walked up, giving a humble bow without noticing to the statues outside
the door before entering.
Inside, Jody found several men in robes, with there head shaved. Something
about them was eerily familiar. She watched them as they chanted, from
behind a pillar...yes, that’s it, she decided. She had dreamt of these
people, or ones like them, long ago. She did have much time to think about
it until she felt a hand clamp on her shoulder. She looked up in to find
peaceful eyes staring down at her.
“Greetings, Revered One,” the monk said as he looked down at her. Jody’s
only response was to stare back in confusion. The man smiled and extended a
hand, one she found herself taking. He led her back to a small chamber,
where he explained that he had been looking for her for his entire life. His
name was Shen Long, and he had been a student of hers in a previous life,
when she was known as Cheng Li, a Tao-shih (Do specialist) within the
Akashic Brotherhood. He retrieved a bag, and gave it to her. Jody opened it
up and found a collection of bones and scrolls. Shen Long watched as Jody,
listening to the whispers for the first time in years, unerringly picked out
the scrolls that had belonged to her in her previous life without looking at
the content. Amazed, Jody listened as Shen Long explained that she was part
of a long legacy within the Akashayana. He reached into the bag and pulled
out a fibula, handing to her.
As Jody took the bone, her dreams became clear...her lives in the Akashayana,
her accomplishments, her failures. She stayed at the temple that night, and
for several years after, with her old student now tutoring her. She learned
of the ways of the Akashayana Sangha, the Kannagara monastic order, of
Draladharma and Akashakarma, and, of course, of Dharma. She learned how to
control her Chi, and studied calligraphy. She adhered to the Kannagara’s
ascetic way of life.
It wasn’t always easy, however. No matter what she was in a previous life,
Jody was still a teenager, and an Americanized one at that. She found
herself struggling often to reconcile her modern ways with the
traditionalist beliefs of the Brotherhood. Always, Shen Long was patient,
sometimes maddeningly so, letting her find her own path toward Awakening.
She struggled through, failing sometimes, succeeding other times. And
finally, in the first week of February in 1993, over four years from when
she arrived, her mind opened, and she heard her Bodhieitta for the first
time. It was the most fulfilling moment of her life.
She remained with the temple, and with Shen Long, for many years, acting as
servant and master, student and advisor. Her connection to her past lives
was exceptionally strong, particularly to Cheng Li, her most recent, and
there were times she would even remember specific conversations between
herself and her student, who was now her master.
Still, as strangely comforting as that was, she found herself trying to keep
her own identity as much as possible. She wanted her enlightenment to come
from this life, not from her past ones. Eventually, she came to the
realization that as long as she remained with Shen Long, she would never be
able to do that. With a heavy heart, she went to him, explaining this. He
simply smiled and nodded, as if he expected this. Though his eyes were sad,
he bid Jody goodbye, and good luck. He would always be there for her.
Jody spent the late 1990’s traveling the United States, seeking her own
path. She found Akashic monasteries, and stayed with each one for a while,
graciously accepting their hospitality and studying with them. It was also
in her travels that she first ran afoul of the Euthanatos. Cheng Li has been
an ardent opponent of the death-mages, holding the traditionalist Akashayana
view that the Euthanatoi’s habit of manipulating the Great Wheel, and had
found his Do skills well-tested among many of the death-mages’ ranks. As
strongly connected as she was, Jody found herself sharing the opinion,
rationalizing that she simply agreed that the Euthanatoi should not claim
power over life and death as they do. She came afoul of a fairly advanced
member of the tradition, and Adept in Entropy and Forces, and barely escaped
with her life. Since then, she’s learned to keep her opinions to herself as
much as possible, though her belief that the Euthanatos are to be opposed
was only reinforced by the incident.
Then, finally, came the Reckoning. Jody was in Louisiana at the time, near
New Orleans, and actually weathered the storm well enough, though she lost
contact with several of the allies she had made. She found herself wandering
her way Northeast, as if drawn that way for some reason. She has finally
arrived in New York City, and is curious to see why her path has led her
here. She is an entirely different person then the frightened girl that left
the Mental Institution. Firmly stuck between the past and the present,
accepting of both but not truly comfortable with either.
If she had long hair...