CB: Fang

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Name: Fang (This is actually his last name, but it’s what he likes to go by. His first name is Shen.)
Nickname: THE WALL _{or the Great Wall of China, OMG} none
Code Number: 815
Class: RABBIT
Age: 20
D.O.B.: 3/21 (Aries)
Gender: male
Hair Color: black
Eye Color: hazel (green with a gold rim around the pupil) _{(If you’re wondering how a half-Asian dude can have hazel eyes, read this: [link] Long story short, the gene-by-gene interactions that produce eye color are far more complex than simple dominance.)}
Height: 6’5” (about 196 cm)
Weight: 169 lbs (about 76.7 kg)
Nationality: ABC (American-Born Chinese); he is actually half Chinese (father) and half Caucasian (mother) (mix of Danish, Norwegian, and other northern European ethnicities that have basically homogenized into ‘American’ in all honesty)
District: District U
Occupation: college student majoring in forensics/anatomy (sometimes acts as an assistant for his mother, who is a forensic pathologist)
Social Class: Upper High
Specialty: Assassination:

MO 1: Strangulation: _{Whether it’s with some type of garrote or his own bare hands, Fang specializes in constricting necks with an intense single-mindedness. Of course, since he’s so focused on that, he tends to lose track of what’s around him and could be easily snuck up on. Also, even if he bothered to stick to and refine a single method of strangulation (which he doesn’t), he loses control of himself and just ends up doing it whichever way thrills him more, not whichever way fits the situation best. It is also troublesome sometimes to get close enough to do the deed, which is why he often has to lead up to it using his proficiency in martial arts.}
MO 2: Balisong: _{This weapon may be more commonly known as a butterfly knife. Fang has the bad habit of preferring to draw out the fight, inflicting many minor wounds instead of seriously going after vitals. He is also relatively lax when it comes to guarding himself, preferring to attack rather than defend. His experience in using the knife isn’t too long either, so his technique is not especially finessed. On the plus side, he has a long reach and theoretical knowledge of where to cut since he is majoring in forensics/anatomy.}

Personality:
possessive as hell once he likes you, JFC || sadistic || twisted sense of humor || struggles to keep the veneer of civilization on => tries to be polite || likes to tease people and make ‘empty’ threats || parental complex

<sub>Fang likes people, really; he is fascinated by human diversity. He likes to see the distinct ways people smile, whether it’s a shy, subtle upturning of the lips or a thousand-watt ear-to-ear grin. He likes to hear about their various experiences, whether it’s a child’s first time summiting a jungle gym or an adult’s first time summiting a mountain. He likes to draw out the different ways people react to pain, whether it’s a lung-shattering scream broken only by desperate gasps or a trembling silence broken only by mewling whimpers...

Oh, is that bad? Fang doesn’t think so, but then, he doesn’t have the greatest grasp on societal conventions and morals. On one hand, that means Fang won’t judge you for superficial quirks, like a grown adult having a Beanie Babies collection. On the other hand, that means he also thinks deeper idiosyncrasies are perfectly fine, including dark proclivities similar to his own.

It doesn’t help his twisted-- or perhaps lack of-- sense of right and wrong that his parents have never punished him for anything; they love their son unconditionally and dote on him obsessively. While most kids would probably find that really suffocating, Fang inherited that tendency to make scarily extraordinarily strong bonds and so reciprocally adores his parents. He would do anything to please them. That is honestly the only thing holding him back most of the time from giving into violent impulses; he doesn’t want to upset or create trouble for his mother and father. Thus, Fang tries very hard to act, well, normal.

However, that tendency to become extremely attached to another doesn’t apply to only family. If you manage to become close friends with him, Fang gets as possessive and protective as all hell. Be careful what you say and do-- not for your own sake, but for others’. For example, if you confessed to Fang that you were getting picked on by somebody at school, you might go to class the next day to find that bully has suddenly transferred for some unexplained reason...

As for how Fang acts in general (HA, you’d think I would’ve gotten to this first sfdoifsd), he struggles to keep the thin veneer of civilization on, so his default expression is a slight smile (because that’s harmless and acceptable, right?) and he tries to pay strict attention to etiquette...’tries’ being the keyword there. He’s a rather curious person who enjoys playfully teasing others, though this can backfire on him if he accidentally touches on a sensitive subject (especially ones that most people would have the common societal sense not to) or ends up taking it too far so that it’s not exactly simply roguish anymore...

He also gets kind of cutely pleased, like a little kid, if you give him a genuine compliment.</sub>

Likes/Dislikes:
LIKES:
necks, mmm, necks~
his parents
Nutscracker, his pet hyacinth macaw
necklaces and scarves and ties (on other people)
rope and wire
science

DISLIKES:
pigeons and chickens (Such stupid things; it’s a disgrace that Nutscracker has to be associated with them as a fellow bird.)
turtleneck sweaters (more when other people wear them, really he wants to see those lovely necks~ _{and unlike necklaces and scarves, turtleneck collars aren’t potential strangulation devices})
obesity (NOT the obese people themselves) (All those double chins getting in the way of...)
dark skin (NOT the dark-skinned people themselves) (The bruises don’t show up as well...)
paper cuts (mostly from origami)
poison

Abilities:

<sub>+ upper-body strength
+ endurance
+ martial arts proficiency
+ improvisation using his surroundings

- lax in defense
- playing around too much
- long range
- lack of finessed technique (in both strangulation and balisong use)
- losing self-control; id overtaking higher mental functions, dulling the mental edge required for aforementioned improvisation
- stealth</sub>

History:

((NOTE: TEXT WALLS AHEAD. _{I like complex plots, I’m sorry--} ))

((Summary at end, but it's VERY bare bones.))

((The first part of this bio does not take place in the city of D-64. Fang’s family moves there later. Also, apologies in advance if anything is medically inaccurate. I researched stuff, but some things could still be wrong. ))

((Also, bear with me through this; I promise everything's relevant even though you'll probably be wondering, "Where's Fang?" ))

<sub>Something was wrong. It wasn’t supposed to happen yet. She could feel something trickling down her legs, but she was afraid to look down, afraid that it might be blood instead of water...

Five weeks before her expected due date, Rebekka Fang was rushed to the hospital. When her husband, Li Fang, heard of her arrival, he stopped in the middle of operating on a patient and sprinted for the delivery ward. He had a PhD, an MD, all this knowledge, and yet there was nothing he could do but watch as too much red soaked those white sheets. He had rerouted circulatory systems, fixed failing hearts, and yet there was nothing he could do for the lifeless bundle passed into his arms. The hands that so deftly wielded scalpels fumbled as they pushed back the blanket, trembled as they touched the cold, cold skin. That iciness crept up his arm and spread, numbing his senses. Sight disappearing, sound fading...

A voice broke through the void. “Give me my baby.”

Hear and obey: a loyal husband’s instinctive reaction to his beloved even at a time like this.

This was far from the first corpse Rebekka had handled. She was quite accustomed to the deceased and had deduced causes of death much subtler than this one from the smallest of chemical traces. Yet the forensic pathologist couldn’t absorb this terrible reality; today, she was a mother first.

The scissors that had cut the umbilical cord found their way into her hand. “What did you do to her?” She pointed the blades at the delivery doctor. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY BABY GIRL?”

The other medical staff present moved to restrain her and...

L&D nurse: Severed radial extensor tendons. OB Tech: Stab wound to trapezius. Doctor: Incision wound from deltoid down triceps. Punctured thoracic cavity between ribs 7 and 8. The sum of a mother’s rage.

One small headstone carved with two identical dates. The sum of a mother’s despair.

Rebekka Fang was never quite the same after that. Rumors of the incident spread like wildfire, and many whispered that it was a good thing that, unlike her husband, she worked with bodies that were already dead. The forensic pathologist had always been calm and composed when performing autopsies, but now she worked with all the vitality and emotion of a machine. The woman who’d once been so interested in figuring out the story each body had to tell now barely registered the corpses as anything more than sacks of meat. Thus, her interest in her career didn’t rekindle until two years later...

A woman Rebekka couldn’t identify stood on her doorstep. “I need your help.”

“Move.” When the other woman didn’t obey, Rebekka crossed her arms and stared levelly at her. “Why should I help a complete stranger?”

“...” The woman took off her jacket to reveal a tank top underneath and turned to show the scar that extending from her shoulder along her upper arm...or more specifically, from her deltoid down her triceps. “Need to see the other one?”

“...Who?” Rebekka wasn’t asking for the doctor’s name.

“My daughter. She was only six years old, my baby--"

“What right do you have to say that to me?”

“I...can help you with the next--"

“You know very well I can’t have any more.” Rebekka had been damaged in more ways than one that day.

“...Actually...there’s this experimental process for treating sterility... Your case may be somewhat different, but...”

“...Come inside.”

The doctor showed Rebekka a file full of newspaper clippings she’d collected.

Taking the most recent one, Rebekka scanned the first line. “Due to the high number of accidents surrounding the Wishing Waterfall, the area has been shut down...”

Rebekka knew that place; in fact she’d just been there just about a week ago. It was a popular spot in the city. The story behind its name was that an artist stood atop the falls, wanting to end it all because none of his paintings would sell, but as he looked down, he was struck by inspiration. He painted a surreal image of the mental snapshot he’d taken looking down over the falls. The shocking perspective of the piece, titled The End?, struck a certain chord within people, and the painting became his way to fame and fortune. Since the waterfall had granted his wish for success, it became known as the Wishing Waterfall.

The custom was to toss a coin over the falls and make a wish, but because so many people got too close and fell, the city council took a rather clever countermeasure. Its members started a rumor that the waterfall’s ‘magic’ actually stemmed from a boulder near the top of the falls. One wouldn’t expect anybody to believe this, but the council members planted the rumor in a few particularly gullible (and desperate) ears. After those gullible people supplicated the boulder, the council members secretly granted the wishes within reason. The now credible tale spread like wildfire, and the boulder soon took on the name of the Genie’s Lamp, for it was said that if a person rubbed it just right, it would grant any wish.

Rebekka skimmed further down the article. “Over the past two years, four children met with their untimely ends. Now, tragically, a fifth has joined them: six-year-old Suzanne Ornell. Her mother, Dr. Alyssa Ornell, insists that her daughter’s death was no accident...”

Alyssa’s quoted words followed after that, but Rebekka wasn’t interested. “Newspapers have word limits. I want to hear the whole story from you.”

The doctor had taken her daughter to the Wishing Waterfall for a nice outdoor picnic, and naturally, little Suzy had run straight to the Genie’s Lamp and started rubbing it. “She was getting her hands so dirty. I wasn’t about to let her eat with those, but the wet wipes were back in the car. But she refused to leave the Lamp, thought it would start working any second, so I...” Alyssa’s eyes grew wet. “I was only gone for a f-few minutes,” she said, voice beginning to break. “W-When I came back, she w-wasn’t there...”

“...But I can tell you who was,” Alyssa continued, getting a hold of herself, fierce determination in her eyes. “There were a lot of people, and I didn’t know any of them, but I won’t forget their faces. It had to be one of them that forced Suzy into the water. She’s aquaphobic, you know; she wouldn’t have gotten too close on her own. I’m sure you’ll find some DNA evidence from another person on Suzy’s body. Now, the closest person had red hair...”

Rebekka let Alyssa rattle on about the appearances of the ‘suspects,’ but was actually tuning it out so that she could think. “Stop,” she said suddenly. “First, the murderer hardly would have stuck around afterwards. Second, if there were a lot of people there, they would have witnessed a struggle if it happened and reported it...unless all of them were part of a conspiracy to kill your daughter, which is doubtful.”

Alyssa’s eyes were brimming afresh with tears, and Rebekka thought perhaps she’d gone a little far with her sarcasm, but the next words from the doctor were, “Th-Thank you.” Seeing the surprised look on Rebekka’s face, Alyssa added, “You said ‘murderer’... You believe me. You aren’t writing it off as an accident like everybody else.”

Trying to remain impassive, Rebekka only shrugged. “What I’m trying to say is that if this was a murder, it was far subtler than what you’re thinking. You skipped over details to jump to your conclusions. Tell me again about the moment before you left.”

“Well, like I said, Suzy was getting her hands dirty with some red-speckled blue powder on the Lamp, probably from the latest wishing ritual. I told her to stop, but she said that she heard that if you draw what you want on the Lamp 1001 times, it would come out of the rock. I tried to talk her out of it, but she just wouldn’t listen a-and...” Alyssa mopped at her eyes and hung her head. “I left to get the wet wipes. Nobody around was really close to us.”

Red-speckled blue powder. Rebekka had seen that when she’d been at the place several days ago. That meant had been on the Lamp for quite some time with visitors rubbing it to no ill effect. It wasn’t at all unusual to see the Lamp covered in some gunk from random wishing rituals people tried out; in fact, it was rare that the Lamp was ever completely clean. Now that Rebekka was considering the theory, she was quite surprised nobody had ever gotten poisoned from the Lamp before. She bet that some people had gotten sick before, but not enough to go to the hospital, which meant it wouldn’t be newsworthy. The big hole in Rebekka’s theory of poison, though, was that somehow only Suzy had been affected. How could that be?

Replaying what she’d just heard in her head, Rebekka realized the doctor was hiding something. “‘Just wouldn’t listen’ and what?”

Alyssa began to break down in earnest. “I said something I shouldn’t have... The last thing I told my baby girl...” Sobbing into her hands, she said, “I s-said it was no wonder other kids were c-calling her a thumb-sucking baby.”

Rebekka’s eyes flashed. “Well, I think I know what happened now.”

“N-No! She was aquaphobic, I’m telling you! She w-wouldn’t have—”

“I’m not talking about suicide. Give me that file.” From the newspaper articles, Rebekka found the names of the previous victims’ parents and pulled their numbers from an online phonebook on her smartphone. Calling each of them, she asked the same questions and received the same answers. Not only had the Lamp been covered in the same red-speckled blue powder those days, but every child that’d gone over the falls in the past two years had sucked their thumbs despite all of them being at least six. “Ingestion, not absorption,” Rebekka concluded laconically. At Alyssa’s confusion, she added, “Poison.”

Everything clicked in the doctor’s mind. “All we have to do is go back and—”

“Too late.” Rebekka held up the first article and tapped the color photo. “They cleaned off the Lamp when they closed down the area. Something about reducing it back down to its role as an ordinary boulder so that people wouldn’t be tempted to try it again. There is another possible remaining trace of the poison.” She stared at Alyssa pointedly.

“I know. I wouldn’t have come here if I wasn’t prepared for that. I know what you do, after all.”

The next day, Rebekka went to work. Despite thoroughly searching Suzy’s body, though, she found no remnants of the poison, nor were there signs that she’d died from anything other than drowning. What did that mean? Had the symptoms of the poisoning happened to match the results of drowning, such as bloating? No matter that there were no signs, Rebekka knew it had to have been poison. The thumb-sucking and same powder for all the victims certainly could not be coincidences.

However... “There’s nothing more I can figure out from the autopsy,” Rebekka reported days later to Alyssa, having summoned the doctor back to the Fangs’ home. “But I did some research and figured out what the poison was by searching through an online poison database by appearance.” (Red-speckled blue powder wasn’t very common, after all, unlike white powder which could be salt, sugar, etc.) “It overstimulates a person’s thirst to an extreme degree, causing them to frantically run to the nearest source of water. It’s not something you can buy, though; you have to make it. Here’s a list of the ingredients. My job ends here. I’m a forensic pathologist, not a detective.”

“Could have fooled me,” Alyssa muttered. Over the past week, a bond had formed between the two women, rooted in the unspoken fact that they were both mothers who had lost a child. “But yes, you did do as much as possible.” She paused and exhaled. “Thank you.”

Alyssa told the police of what Rebekka had figured out and gave them the list of ingredients. Several possible suspects who’d bought such chemicals were found, but nothing could be done to convict any of them. The case against them was all speculation and circumstantial evidence at best.

Still, Alyssa kept up her end of the deal and helped Rebekka undergo the complicated experimental process of regrowing the necessary organs to have another child. There were a few untested chemicals involved to accelerate the fetus’s growth when it seemed to be stagnating, but everything seemed to go all right. And so, a full nine months later, Shen Fang came into the world alive and well. As soon both newborn and mother were stable enough, the Fang family moved to the city of D-64 because Li and Rebekka did not want Shen in the same city with an uncaught child killer.

Despite the move, Rebekka was still paranoid that something would happen to Shen. She quit her job to watch over her son full-time and homeschool him, but after years of anxiously noticing the crime rates in D-64 rise, Rebekka came to the conclusion that she would be better off doing her job because her forensic analyses would help catch criminals, which would make the city a safer place for Shen. But then who would watch Shen while she and Li were both working?

It was December. Rebekka took up a forensic pathologist position and told her husband to use up all his sick and vacation days to watch over Shen. She spent that time getting on good terms with her boss and making sure her coworkers knew that she was the alpha. After Li had to go back to work, Rebekka did something rather insane: she brought Shen to her workplace.

Of course, everyone protested, but her boss, Isaiah, was the only one who had any power over her. However, Rebekka managed to effectively silence his objections:

“You can’t bring a ten-year-old into a room where you’re doing an autopsy!” Isaiah sputtered. “I absolutely won’t allow it.”

Rebekka only raised an eyebrow, then stopped Shen right outside the open door. “Wait here for a second, sweetie.” She straightened from patting her son’s head and said to Isaiah, “You know, I had a new theory about our current subject. We’ve been looking in his intestinal linings, but some poisons settle in other organs.”

“Right,” Isaiah agreed, following her into the room.

“So let’s try some of them.” Rebekka picked up her scalpel and spent the next minute very thoroughly cutting apart the male subject’s ‘organ.’ A steadily paling Isaiah watched the whole process in the same way an audience can’t take their eyes off the screen during a horror movie.

“Whoa.”

Both adults whirled around to find Shen standing there, staring. Before either could say anything, Shen appealed to his mother. “You did say to wait a second.” Upon seeing his mother’s fondly exasperated smile, interpreting it as a green light to continue, he asked, gesturing to the half-covered corpse, “But really, what happened to that guy? It looks all...” He made a face.

“Yes...doesn’t it look like it hurt?” Rebekka said, but she was staring down Isaiah.

Isaiah made a hasty exit, not making any effort to drag Shen out with him, granting implicit permission. That child is not normal, he thought.

And indeed, Shen really wasn’t. As if it wasn’t enough that he had inherited the genes of two people who could cut bodies open without blinking, Shen had also been affected by those untested chemicals used on him as a fetus. Isaiah tried to raise more (now half-hearted) protests about Shen being there, but Rebekka argued him down. She pointed out that many students shadowed forensic pathologists here and that the only significant difference between them and Shen was age, and Isaiah had to concede because...it was pretty much the truth.

Two years passed, and Shen had become an accepted presence in his mother’s workplace. He strived to emulate his mother, so much that her coworkers had started calling him ‘Fang Jr.’ since they couldn’t exactly call him ‘Rebekka Jr.’ This nickname became shortened to simply ‘Fang.’

One day, when Fang was at home with his father, they got a call from one of Li’s colleagues at the hospital that Rebekka was in the emergency room. She’d been found unconscious with no signs of a struggle and was suffering severe effects from an unidentified poison. Fortunately, the hospital staff managed to flush it from her system. Once she’d come to, she said that all she remembered was that somebody had suddenly grabbed her and covered her face with a chloroform-soaked cloth. The criminal must have force-fed her the poison while she was out cold.

Fang was beyond furious. He took to searching for the criminal around the area his mother had been found, and nobody stopped him; his mother was still recovering, and his father tacitly approved. A week later, Fang was about at the end of his patience. That was when Cartes Blanches approached him.

The CB operative informed Fang that the attacker had been the murderer from the Lamp incident years ago, Hal McCullough. Even though Rebekka’s work hadn’t been solid enough to legally convict him, the police had put down McCullough as the prime suspect, and the rumor spread that he was a child killer. He might as well have been arrested the way people treated him. Thus, he decided to go after the woman who’d ruined his life, trying to kill Rebekka with the poison that had put her in the hospital.

Fang knew McCullough’s face; after all, his mother had taken the time to explain the events that had brought around his very existence and kept a case file. CB told him to go to his mother’s workplace even though Rebekka wasn’t recovered enough to take him there. So he went there alone to find a body bag in the room where his mother worked. Unzipping it, Fang saw McCullough’s face...and below that, a neck covered in lovely finger-shaped bruises and letters of blood.

“You owe us.”

And so began Fang’s unnatural obsession with necks association with CB.


BARE BONES SUMMARY: Li and Rebekka Fang had a stillborn baby, and the latter had to have a hysterectomy. Two years later, Alyssa Ornell, the delivery doctor from then, said that if Rebekka, who was a forensic pathologist, could figure out the truth of her daughter Suzy Ornell’s death, then Alyssa would let Rebekka in on an experimental process to regrow healthy reproductive organs. Everybody else thought Suzy’s death was an accident, but Rebekka figured out that it was a murder and how it happened. She reported to the police, but while they found suspects, they couldn’t do a thing on only circumstantial evidence. But since Rebekka had done as much as she could, Alyssa let her undergo the process. Once again, a baby was growing in Rebekka’s womb, and nine months later, Shen Fang was born.

Knowing the murderer was still at large, Li and Rebekka moved to a different city, D-64. However, Rebekka was still paranoid and would never let Shen out of her sight unless he was with Li. She even ended up taking Shen to work. When Shen was twelve, his mother was nearly killed by the murderer from the Lamp incident. The murderer had been the prime suspect, and despite the police not having enough evidence to even accuse him, rumors spread and the man’s life was basically ruined because nobody trusted him. That was when CB approached Shen and took care of the murderer for him.</sub>

Pet:
Name: Nutscracker (Yes, the s is in there intentionally.)
Species: hyacinth macaw ([link]
Favorite Food: nuts and crackers duh
Dimensions: 39 inches long (3’3”), 49-inch wingspan (4’1”), 2.9 lbs
Abilities:

All hyacinth macaws have the ability to snap metal with their powerful beaks...so of course this also makes them very good at cracking nuts. All kinds of nuts.

Fang taught Nutscracker how to speak. There are three main categories of words Nutscracker can say: curses, riddles, and paradoxes. The macaw prefers the first most of the time.

Fang can also make Nutscracker annoy the hell out of somebody by giving the bird the keyword ‘echolalia.’ Until Fang tells Nutscracker to stop, the macaw will repeat every single word the victim says right after they say it.

Targeted excretion. Enough said. Kidding. :9

Personality: Nutscracker is, of course, extraordinarily attached to Fang. As large and intimidating of a bird as Nutscracker can seem, the macaw is pretty friendly and not very aggressive-- unless you try to harm Fang. Then, you’re in for a vicious avian attack.
Miscellaneous:

Nutscracker hangs around Fang as often as possible. If Nutscracker isn’t roosting on Fang’s shoulder, the macaw will likely be found flying above him or perching somewhere nearby. He is not allowed inside any buildings except Fang’s home, though, unless given explicit permission.

Hyacinth macaws have to do chewing exercises to maintain their beak and jaws, so Fang gives Nutscracker plenty of chew toys, which tend to be shaped like certain body parts. Yes, if you can’t tell already, the guy has quite the twisted sense of humor.

Miscellaneous:
_{Obviously, Fang has a strange fascination with necks. He likes them long, pale, and covered in finger-shaped bruises. Or with certain ‘necklaces,’ like ones made out of blood or garrotes. <3
Fang calls people that he doesn’t like (or that have at least momentarily pissed him off) ‘swans.’ Basically, it means he’d like to choke you (since swans have nice long white necks that are quite appealing in their apparent vulnerability). Be especially wary if he gifts you with a necklace or a scarf; it means he’d like to strangle you with it.
Fang tries to maintain normal eye contact with people, but more often than not, his gaze ends up sliding down to their necks. This sometimes gets him in trouble with girls who think he’s staring at a certain other area below the head, ehehe--
Fang normally wears shoulder pads beneath his clothes because Nutscracker often sits on his shoulders. He also either wears or carries around leather gloves for if Nutscracker lands on his hand.
Fang carries around an iPod with earphones that seem normal but actually aren’t at all. The wires of the earphones are quite strong and well-reinforced so that he can use them to choke somebody if he wants to~
He is fluent in Mandarin Chinese and can even speak Shanghaiese. (It’s a dialect unique to Shanghai, where Fang’s father was from, that cannot be understood by Mandarin or Cantonese speakers.)
He is pretty desensitized to bad smells, no matter how potent. This is because he got used to the smells of chemicals and cadavers when his mother brought him to her workplace.
He often carries around pieces of paper to do origami with in order to keep himself distracted from darker thoughts and urges. Most often, it’s strips of paper from a shredder (recycling~) that he makes into those little stars~
He wears glasses for farsightedness, but it’s really quite mild: PWR 1.00 in his right eye and 0.75 in his left. On the job, he’ll wear contacts, dark brown ones so that he looks like any other Asian instead of standing out with his hazel eyes.
He enjoys being taller than most people because that means people have crane their heads up to look at him, exposing their necks~
OMFG, do not let him anywhere near a stove; he will somehow find a way to accidentally burn your house down because he’s just that bad at cooking. His mother is the same way (The Fang family uses one of the results of Fang’s mother’s terrible baking as a doorstop. Really.), so it’s actually Fang’s father that does all the cooking in the house. He makes amazing legit Chinese cuisine not that gross American fast food crap.
Be careful about letting Fang near alcohol as well. He’s already got a slippery enough grip on himself as it is; who knows what would happen if he got inebriated? (Yes, he’s never gotten drunk before, so he wouldn’t know~)
He’s taken martial arts lessons from a young age because his mother, being paranoid, firmly believed that he needed to be able to defend himself.}

Character Songs:
“Darker Side of Me” by The Veer Union: [link]
<sub>“Tomorrow” by SR-71 and “Animal I Have Become” by Three Days Grace and “Monster” by Skillet (radio version cuz the original edited growl is just ridiculous //facepalms) Not yet.

Also, if he had any sense of romance, this is what he'd consider a romantic song: [link] //OMG, stay away from this guy if you know what's good for you</sub>

Relationships:

((name: relationship: what Fang calls him/her: details))

Family:
Li Fang: Fang’s father: ‘Baba’: _{Loves his wife and son VERY much. Black hair, brown eyes, wears glasses all the time for severe myopia. Rather tall for an Asian man at 5’11”. An extremely successful cardiothoracic surgeon who doesn’t bat an eye at blood and gore. Enjoys cooking Chinese cuisine (especially with homegrown food that he gardens himself) and hates fast food with a passion. Speaks English flawlessly most of the time, but an accent will come out when he’s stressed. Drives recklessly fast. Can give over to extreme bouts of paranoia concerning his family.}
Rebekka Fang (maiden name Rebekka Overgaard): _{Fang’s mother: ‘Mother’: Loves her husband and son VERY much. Blond hair, green eyes, switches between glasses and contacts for hyperopia much like her son (also prefers the former but wears the latter for work). Towers over a lot of people (e.g.: her coworkers, hee, and her dear hubby <3) at 6’3” (and she still likes wearing heels). Generally considered to be quite attractive. A brilliant forensic pathologist who is unfazed by the aftermath of violence. A disaster in the kitchen and in the garden. Can understand most Mandarin and Shanghaiese but is terrible at speaking it. Can get by in Danish, but she’s rusty. (Loves danishes as in the pastries, too, btw.) Likes the mystery genre (as in she likes mystery books, movies, etc). Can give over to extreme bouts of paranoia concerning her family.}
Alyssa Ornell: Fang’s godmother: ‘Auntie Alyssa’: _{The delivery doctor who helped bring Fang into this world. She and Rebekka have a strange ‘frenemies’ relationship built on mutual grudging respect and total trust. Thus, Fang also trusts Alyssa implicitly, even if he doesn’t really know her since he’s only seen her a few times (because Alyssa doesn’t live in D-64).}

Others:
None yet...

App for
Fang © me (Kiyoko Amaya)
Art © me (Kiyoko Amaya)