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| Full name |
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Bai Xiong |
| Based On |
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Bagan (2nd Generation) [Heisei Eiga] |
| Creator |
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Son Goharotto & Lucid_Dakou |
| Birthplace |
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Ancient China |
| Height |
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5' 6" |
| B / W / H |
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36-24-36 |
| Weight |
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"To measure my weight would be as impossible as counting all the bones of every unnamed soldier that lies where he fell in the blood soaked dirt." |
| Likes |
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Mysticism, painting, leather, BDSM, graveyards |
| Dislikes |
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Daylight, other people, anything that can be described with the words 'cute' and/or 'cuddly' |
| Friends |
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"Who would be willing to befriend a shade and confide in a demon? Such is my solitude, and I would not have it any other way." |
| Rivals |
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"To name a rival is to admit there is another equal to oneself. That is which I cannot do, for none are comparable to the divine." |
| Favorite Food |
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"I gain sustenance from the tortured spirits of my vanquished foes." |
| Special Weapons |
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Shoulder Laser Pods, Flame Breath |
| Weaknesses |
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(At this point, Bai Xiong, merely laughed and the interviewer was cowed into silence.) |
| Background Info |
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- The resident goth of DaiKaiju High. 'Dreadfully morose' would be a description of Bai Xiong on a good day. Bai claims to have seen the rise and fall of many civilizations and apparently takes far more delight in the latter. She appears to have nothing but contempt for the world and its people.
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- Bai is the top student in English Lit. and she displays incredible creativity with poetry so dark that it would make Sylvia Plath proud. Also, her dorm room is filled with paintings of specters and eerie mindscapes, which is part of the reason why she has no roommate. More often than not, Bai can be seen skulking about, observing the flow of society with methodical eyes and an incomprehensible expression. Her only true passion lies in the carnal arts, which she pursues with a flagrant disregard for the conventions of morality. No man--or woman, for that matter--has ever walked away from a sensual encounter with Bai Xiong without a few bruises and a shaken ego.
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