Xiao Qiao

[That Bastard]

Name: Xiao Qiao
Nickname: Happy Fun Ball
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Birthplace: Kingdom of Wu
Family: Qiao Xuan (Father; Deceased), Da Qiao (Older Twin Sister; Deceased), Zhou Yu (Husband; Deceased)

Trainer Orientation: Chaotic Good
Trainer Class: Twin Sister
Starter Pokémon: Pachirisu

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Character Theme:
Bonnie Pink – Kane Wo Narashite (Tales of Vesperia)

Versus Theme:
Kensuke Inage – Kotodama Runner (Warriors Orochi 2)

Decisive Battle:
Kensuke Inage – Fight With Real Swords (Warriors Orochi 2)

Sort of Serious Battle:
Kensuke Inage – Flying Kung Fu (Warriors Orochi 2)

Pachirisu [Female] — Come back later and try again!
Xiao Qiao's first Pokémon, Pachirisu is every bit as spunky and hyperactive as the girl herself is. Pachirisu usually tends to run alongside Xiao Qiao in battle, biting at ankles and zapping enemies to either distract them for Xiao to attack, or keep others at bay from her.
—Received in Wu.

Ability: Run Away
Move Pool: Spark, Endure, Electro Ball, Thunder Wave, Sweet Kiss, Super Fang, Discharge, Last Resort, Hyper Fang, Charm

Emolga [Female] — Show me you can crawl while I can fly!
Emolga is pretty much everything Pachirisu is, but she can fly. So while Xiao Qiao is running around smacking people with her fans, and Pachirisu is biting at their ankles, Emolga will chase after foes, fling much more powerful bursts of lightning, and make strafing attacks against enemies.
—Captured in Wu.

Ability: Static
Move Pool: Pursuit, Double Team, Shock Wave, Electro Ball, Light Screen, Agility, Volt Switch, Discharge, Aerial Ace, Acrobatics

Plusle [Female] - The two of us can take them!
Paired up with Minun, Plusle is one of Xiao Qiao's support Pokémon, stymieing foes' special abilities and occasionally zapping them if they get too close. Plusle also has a habit of raiding defeated enemies looking for sweet snacks.
—Captured in Wu.

Ability: Plus
Move Pool: Helping Hand, Encore, Charm, Copycat, Electro Ball, Charge, Thunder, Baton Pass, Nasty Plot, Entrainment

Minun [Male] - Don't cry. Let's fight together!
Paired up with Plusle, Minun is one of Xiao Qiao's support Pokémon, stymieing foes' special abilities and occasionally zapping them if they get too close. Minun also has a habit of raiding defeated enemies looking for salty snacks.
—Captured in Wu.

Ability: Minus
Move Pool: Helping Hand, Encore, Charm, Copycat, Electro Ball, Charge, Thunder, Baton Pass, Nasty Plot, Entrainment

Function is a key ideal for Xiao Qiao. Her combat attire consists of close-fitting robes with a white-leather breastplate to ward off glancing sword strikes and tightly-fitting, leather-armored boots to protect her shins. Giving an eye toward form as well, her attire is red-trimmed white, with flowing sleeves that fall short of her wrists and don't interfere with the use of her fans.

In social situations outside of battle, Xiao Qiao completely alters her look, letting her hair hang long and switching her long-sleeved clothing for shorter-sleeved or sleeveless tops that accentuate her figure. Most of the time in non-combat, non-social situations, her combat attire suits her just fine, with the additional armor removed, of course.

Artwork from Dynasty Warriors.

Xiao Qiao is a carefree and cheerful young teenage girl who is gutsier than her sister when hopping into action. Not one to fume over the details, she often takes the honest and straightforward path in battle. Although she's a capable fighter, her lack of restraint lands her in trouble and she often needs rescuing.

Her snappy tongue can sometimes be blunt and slightly offending, which usually earns her sister's chiding. She acts in a manner that is more childish than her sister, and she is offended when others point out her immaturity.

For the earliest part of her life, Xiao Qiao lived peacefully and unnotably alongside her sister, Da, near the kingdom of Wu. She would not enter into prominence until the age of 16, when she and her sister were captured by the fat bastard Dong Zhuo, who attempted to add the twins to his harem. The notable generals Sun Ce and Zhou Yu led a small army to topple Dong Zhuo and free the sisters, with Sun Ce later marrying Da, and Xiao herself marrying Zhou Yu.

They officially joined the kingdom of Wu at this point, regarded as the "Two Beauties" and the great treasure of Wu. This would later lead to direct confrontation with the kingdom of Wei, whose leader, Cao Cao, sought to take Xiao for his own while attempting to conquer China.

Events would come to a head at the Battle of Chi Bi, where the forces of Wu stood against the overwhelming army of Wei. Zhou Yu joined together with his rival, Zhuge Liang, in order to craft a strategy that would defeat the vast enemy force. Their plan would need a considerable amount of luck in order to succeed, but Xiao Qiao had faith in her husband and bravely armed herself for battle. Zhou Yu pleaded with his wife to be careful as she escorted Zhuge Liang to his prayer location for the southern winds and defended him from various generals. The culminating fire attack would route and completely demolish the Wei forces.

Xiao Qiao happily celebrated the fire attack and their victory. Although Zhou Yu worried for her safety, his fears were not needed and he thanked her. Da Qiao, who helped her during the battle, sadly remembered Sun Ce's death upon seeing her sister being praised by Zhou Yu. Xiao cheered her sister up by saying they shall forever work together.

Martial Abilities______________________________________
└-Weapon specializations and fighting styles.

War Fans: Xiao Qiao's primary weapons are a pair of reinforced metal, bladed-edge war fans almost as large as she is. Her small stature and high speed and agility allow her to move gracefully and swiftly in and out of battle, but she also packs a considerable wallop with her fans.

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├─Classification: Physical
├─Category: Weapon Proficiency
└─Power Level: Expert

Run, Xiao!

The last words she'd heard from both her sister and her husband echoed in her mind, dimming the sound of the edge of her bladed fan slicing through the wrists of the Serpent Army spearman in front of her. Her left arm came around in the instinctive follow-through, the hardened edge and blades of that fan splitting the half-human, half-serpent's skull in half. Gore showered onto her, lost amongst the rest of the mess that already covered her, staining her white attire a lime green and matting her hair against her head and neck.

She'd killed hundreds, perhaps even thousands of the demons besieging Odawara Castle, to which she'd fled after another army, perhaps even this one, had come down on the forces of Wei and Wu, which had already been fighting each other. Zhou Yu and Sun Ce had pleaded with her and Da to flee, and they had. However, during their escape, they'd been surrounded by another contingent of enemy forces, and Da had told her to escape while she held them off. Running on fear and adrenaline rather than thought, she had, leaving her sister to die.

Lost and alone, she had heard of the enemy army moving on Odawara Castle. Spying her chance for revenge, she'd swiftly joined the defense, and hadn't cared when scouts had reported the enemy army massed in the hundreds of thousands. She hadn't cared then, she didn't care now. Oda Nobunaga had referred to her as a 'happy fun ball' during the first war against Orochi, and she didn't really understand it other than as a description of her being cute and fun and sheer-cussed destruction on legs. Those bastards in the Serpent Army had taken her family from her, and she was going to show them what it meant to taunt the happy fun ball.

That was, if fatigue didn't get her killed first.

Her breath echoing harshly in her ears, she lifted herself up from the one-kneed position she'd fallen to after finishing that last soldier. Arrows shot past her from in front, the sharp hiss of their shafts slicing the air evoking no fear in her. After being on both sides of rifle squads, arrows were nothing.

Speaking of rifles, there was an arquebus on the ground in front of her, with a dead Coalition soldier barely a pace away. She'd been given a little training in the Oda Army on how to operate them, enough to at least know how to operate it. Dropping her fans beside it, she scooped up the weapon and cranked back the firing lever, just as she had been taught. Sighting the archer, she squeezed back the trigger, the blast of the weapon easily heard over the clash of sword and spear all around her. The smoke obscured her vision of its results, but as she leaned down to recover her fans, the archer wasn't there any more. Either way, effect achieved.

Another swordsman, screaming in his shrill voice, charged at her from behind, but she swiftly spun around and lashed out with her fan, the bladed edge catching him in the chest and depositing him on the ground with a mortal wound. Standing over the fallen demon, she cocked her head to the side a moment, then calmly raised her right foot and stamped on his head until it crushed beneath her boot.

More arrows flew toward her from her left and an off-angle to her ahead right. Spinning her fans gracefully before her, she deflected and swatted aside the metal projectiles with contemptuous ease, striding slowly toward first the group on her left. As she moved, one arrow snuck through her defense and stabbed deep into her side. Gasping in pain, she staggered back and looked down at the injury, crimson blood now beginning to seep out to join the green ichor she was already covered in. Knowing she had left herself open to more projectiles, she looked up to see that a small handful of her ragged allies had descended on both groups of archers, taking the pressure off her momentarily.

Into this opening ran one of the fatbody Serpent Army officers, smashing bodily into her and knocking her off her feet. As she hit the ground, her arms flailed and her right hand landed on a discarded spear. Plucking it from the ground, she maneuvered it into position just as the enemy officer tried to lunge down and stab her with his sword, impaling the fat bastard on the head of the spear instead. Unable to push his tremendous weight off with the spear, she simply planted the other end in the ground and left the enemy in that position, rolling aside and scooping up her fans before standing again.

A great commotion off to her left, from the direction of the archer she'd shot at previously, drew her attention. Turning to look, her breath caught in her chest and cold panic gripped her as she saw lines of arquebusiers lining up into the rows perfected by Nobunaga for his volley fire tactic. He'd demonstrated this tactic against the Orochi Army on many occasions, and now it seemed like the lessons had finally taken hold.

She raised her fans, but before she could do anything, the enemy riflemen opened fire. Uncaring of the mixed friend-and-foe environment, they fired relentlessly, each rank moving back to reload as the next rank fired, just as Nobunaga had developed the tactic. They had learned the lesson painfully, and knew it well.

She almost didn't notice when the first shot hit her. All she felt was a blow to her chest, the impact shoving her back a step. It wasn't until she saw the blood spray, and the mixed allies and enemies alike dying around her, that her conscious mind caught up with the situation, and by then it was too late to act. More bullets struck her, some glancing blows, some direct impacts, all sending her staggering backwards.

Her back finally slammed into one of the castle walls, and she very distinctly heard a wet squelch as her blood splattered against the wall, and she slid down to a seated position on the ground, leaving a crimson trail down the wall. From where she was sitting, she could make out a clay pot carrying gunpowder for the riflemen, just barely making it out through her dimming vision. Her head lolled slightly to the side, and she saw a flintlock pistol resting beside her hand. Weakly reaching over, she gripped it and raised it up. The lever was already cocked back, which was good as she didn't think she had the strength to do it herself. Drawing a bead on the clay pot, she closed one eye to improve her aim, tried her best to steady her wavering arm, and then pulled the trigger.

The obscuring cloud of gunsmoke didn't hide the results of this shot; the deafening explosion of the gunpowder, its tremendous force wiping out the enemy riflemen, told her all she needed to know. In the stunning silence that followed, all she heard was her own ragged breathing, tempered by the slow, muffled thumping of her own heart. Her strength waning, her arm that held the flintlock hit the ground, the clatter of the metal against the caked dirt dimly audible to her ears. She felt a strange sense of satisfaction at knowing she had kept her grip on the weapon the entire time.

That didn't change the fact that she was dying. Her vision was getting darker and darker, and the sound of her heartbeat was growing ever slower as the organ valiantly tried to keep pumping blood through her bullet-ridden body. Even if this wouldn't kill her, the enemy army arrayed against them was so strong, their own army so pitifully small.

Of course, that was not a concern for her anymore. Briefly, she wondered how she would be met by Da and Zhou on the other side. Her sister, she knew, would frown and make a big show of saying that she had wasted the escape opportunity that they had given her, but would secretly be happy that they were together again, in a place where no one could harm them. But then, how would Zhou greet her? Would he be disappointed in her going straight to another battlefield? Would he be proud of the way she'd slain so many of the enemy to avenge them? Or would he just not care about any of that, and be pleased to be reunited with her again?

Well, she would have her answer sooner than later, she knew. She couldn't feel any part of her anymore, and was thankful that some combination of adrenaline and shock had kept her from feeling the fatal injuries. Her head slumped toward her chest and she closed her eyes, unwilling to see the damage she'd taken from the rifle volley, and just listening to her weakening heartbeat.

Da, Zhou... I'm coming home... Be waiting for me...