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Memory progress: 0% 1% 3% 5% 6% 9%
Anemoi collected: 2 for slime event
3 for dungeon crawl
3 for Rayquaza event
1 for AC
2 for sakura no hanabi event

Notes:

Weapon count: 1 guan dao, 2 rope darts, 60 throwing knives, 1 pair sharpened talon armour.

Has so far remembered several saddening details about an old flame.
Has remembered a great deal of his kung-fu training, though only as far as muscle memory can take him.
Has remembered the science of fireworks construction.
Has remembered how to play the lute.
Has remembered a chunk of his childhood, including being a prince, bits of the Tower of Sacred Flame, and the name 'Gongmen City.'

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[WIP]

"Thirty years I have waited for this moment..."

This line, plus Po's age at the time of the massacre compared to his age at the time of the film in question means that Shen spent 30 years in exile from Gongmen City. Now, the only thing we know for sure that he did during this time is build a fucktonne of cannons and gather an army of Wolves and Gorillas. And probably sharpen up his kung fu. That leaves us with three decades with which to speculate upon things he may have done or that may have happened to him, PLUS the time before the Panda massacre. His earlier history was only vaguely touched upon--hatched sickly, raised by a nanny, experimented with explosives as a young adult, heard prophecy, went on rampage. But what happened between those points?

What follows, therefore, is about as much speculation as I can dredge up regarding the history of an individual who is at least 50 years old incorporating non-canon points that I've already come up with for Anemoi.

BEFORE BANISHMENT

(anemoi) Even when he was very small he was referred to as 'Prince Shen.'
He had a very exacting etiquette tutor.
He had at least a dozen other tutors and instructors and masters.
(canon) He spent a lot of time in the throne room as a child.
(anemoi) He learnt to create fireworks at an early age.
(anemoi) He learnt to play the pipa lute sometime in his youth.
(anemoi) He started learning kung fu even before the prophecy.
(anemoi) He's had at least one lover.
He's learnt poetry, typical stuff from between the 5th and 9th centuries, involving court life, women, and the occasional paean to nature. He himself never wrote much of his own, though.

AFTER BANISHMENT

He's developed a protective streak regarding neglected/abandoned children.
He's likely had several lovers, and has also likely outlived all of them.
He's likely pushed himself too far training and designing and building weaponry and fallen ill as a result.
He's killed a great many people but maybe also saved a few.
(canon) He can't quite dismiss the fact that banishing him was what killed his parents.
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The dream started ordinarily enough. Shen wandered through the lavish halls of the Tower, surrounded by decorations and furnishings that appeared far too large, the whole place blanketed in stillness and silence. No-one was there, and the silence was so thick that he couldn't even hear the metallic rasping of his armoured talons against the floor. Too much silence. He found himself inexplicably afraid of the dead stillness of the place and ran down flights of stairs, out the doors and into the courtyard.

The sky was red, heavy with angry clouds, and the air felt thick. Stifling. He paused at the foot of the stairs, panting for breath, and then looked to the left.

It's always when you look to the side in a dream that you find the things that puzzle or frighten you and when Shen looked to the left, he saw a huddled shape seated calmly near the stairs. The figure appeared to be a kind of Bird... the long wings and beak and the round hat that hid the stranger's eyes immediately brought to mind that wretched Master Crane and Shen felt his blood boil. He stepped forward, reaching into his sleeve, blades slipping easily between his primary feathers. He could take this Kung Fu twit by surprise and... yes... the first step toward revenge! He slipped the knives from his sleeve, snapped them into a throwing position, and stopped short when the figure spoke.

"I am not who you believe me to be, Lord Shen." That was not the feckless tenor he was expecting--instead, the voice sounded old, raspy, and strangely wise.

Shen lowered the knives, but only slightly. "Who are you, then?"

"One who knows your future."

A hiss started in Shen's throat and with one flick of his wing, he sent the blades flying. "I have had enough of fortune-telling!" The blades were slapped aside as the stranger flipped his hat from his head and swung it in a wide arc. Then, just as effortlessly, the stranger replaced the headwear, as though nothing had happened.

"I do believe you will want to hear this."

"I didn't want to hear the last one. What makes you think you are any different?" Shen hissed, leaning forward.

For an answer, the stranger passed his wing over the top of a deck of cards and flicked the top one upward so that its face was visible to Shen. It bore a picture of his home in flames, toppling. Beneath the image were the words THE TOWER. Shen's eyes grew wide and his brows met. "What... is that?"

"The Tower," the stranger answered simply, placing the card face up between them. "It represents catastrophe and ruin. So answer me this, Lord: Everything you love and held dear has been taken from you in the blink of an eye. What do you do?"

"What do I do?" Shen repeated. He looked up and, sure enough, the palace he had just left was now a flaming ruin. He pulled in a breath, willing himself not to cough on the smoke. "I would avenge its loss, of course," he rasped. "What else is there to do?"

"Just so," the old Crane replied. His ragged, grey wing passed over the cards again, flipping a second card into Shen's vision and the Peacock recoiled, staring. The card bore an image of his mother and father, embracing each other, gazing sadly into the distance. Beneath the image was written THE LOVERS. This card was placed next to the first one.

"The Lovers," the stranger intoned and Shen narrowed his eyes at him. Heedless, the stranger continued. "It represents relationships and choice. My next question to you, Lord, is this: What is love to you?"

"Nothing!" Shen spat. "There is no such thing!"

"Just so," the old stranger answered. "However, I have not finished." A third time he passed his wing over the deck and a third time he flipped a card into Shen's view. This one held an image of a ship in ruins, spars of wood sticking into the air. Perched on one was a silhouette instantly recognisable as a Panda. Beneath the image was written DEATH.

"Death." The stranger placed the card next to the others. Shen took a step back. "It represents the end of something, but not always actual physical death. Tell me, then, Lord: what do you want people to remember about you after you are gone?"

This question gave Shen pause. His wing drifted up to his throat and his beak opened soundlessly. "I..." What did he want everyone to remember him as? Warlord? Conqueror? Ruler? He shook his head as though shaking away doubt. "What kind of a question is that?" he demanded. "All will bow before me--that is what they will remember!"

"Just so," came the reply. The next card the old Crane flipped upward from the deck made Shen squint confusedly. The image was difficult to make out, murky and indistinct save for a pale, full moon at the top. Below it was written THE MOON. It, too, was placed on the ground with the others, a pattern in their placement starting to emerge.

"The Moon," the stranger said. "It represents doubt or lack of clarity, or possibly the need for calm and stillness. So the question that this one poses is this: what do you make of your dreams?"

"Dreams?" Shen scoffed, regaining his composure. "I don't make anything of them. I don't give them a second thought--don't see why I should."

"Just so."

"Is that all you can say?"

"It is all that need be said." Again, the old stranger took a card from the top of the deck and flipped it upward so that Shen could see it. There, on the card, was an image of Shen himself at the top of a dais, the Peacock Throne behind him and a crowd of kneeling citizens before him. Below the image was written THE EMPEROR.

"Yeeeessss," Shen whispered, leaning closer. "This is more like it."

"The Emperor," the stranger intoned. "It represents command and rulership. This, then, is my final question to you, Lord Shen: why do you deserve to rule this land?"

Without a second thought, Shen answered. "It is my birthright."

"Is it?" the old Crane answered. "Look around you--you were not born here."

Instinctively, Shen looked about. The courtyard was gone, the ruins of the palace were gone, even the familiar scenery was gone. All around them stretched a wide, flat plain, bordered at one side by completely unfamiliar trees. Even the air smelt foreign. The sky had a kind of brittleness one doesn't see in China. For a moment, doubt assailed his mind. This is a place that has never heard of Lord Shen of Gongmen City.

Just as quickly, he shook his head, clearing the doubt. No matter. They will. "That does not matter--rulership is still my birthright. This place will be mine if I have to grind the entire land under my feet!"

"Just so," the stranger answered and bowed his head so low that his beak nearly touched the ground. He spread his long wings as if to indicate the whole of their surroundings. "Remember these answers you have given this night. Your future depends on them." With a great stroke of the old mystic's wings everything disappeared--him, the scenery, everything, in a great flurry of cards--and Shen awoke, panting slightly and unreasonably afraid in the back of his mind.
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