Name: Francis Doherty Hughes

Origin: Armagh County, Northern Ireland

Height:6.5ft

FRANCIS' POV

I remember growing up in Northern Ireland. It was a rough time. My father fought for Northern Ireland's freedom from the crown fifty years before I was born. My older brother Brendan, was arrested without a solid reason. And I was savagely beaten within an inch of my life. I know that this is all confusing to you, so I will start at the beginning.

I was born in a small, quiet farm house in a small village called Tamlaghtduff. (Tam-let-duff) Tamlaghtduff is close to the large town of Bellaghy (Bell-agh-e). Even as a young pup, I was always interested in poisons. As I grew older, I also became fascinated by blades. Eventually, I combined my knowledge of poisons and skills with blades, and I became the greatest fighter in Northern Ireland. In the eyes of my countrymen and women including my parents, I was a hero. In the eyes of the crown, I was a terrorist.

One night, as I was walking home with my little sister after going to the harvest festival, a squad of soldiers serving under the crown, approached us and grabbed my sister and told me to stay still if I valued not only my life, but my sisters life.

They started to pull their uniforms off, while telling her to get on her knees. I lost my mind and I quickly unsheathed the Dirk Dagger I carry that's blade was coated in the poison of the golden dart tree frog and I proceeded to kill each of the squad members before they could even react.

I was praised as a hero by my family, town, and country, but in the crowns eyes, I was a terrorist. The crown gave me the nickname of 'The Most Wanted Man In The North' I knew that I had to leave or they would torture me to death. So I kissed my family good bye and I fled to the other side of the continent.

When I came to China, I knew it was a place where I could make a fresh, clean start. At first, all was fine. I heard of a valley that was protected by the Furious five and dragon warrior. When I arrived at the valley, I was welcomed with open arms by not only the villagers, but by the great kung-fu masters themselves.

I became the valley's blade smith and was approached by a vixen about eight inches shorter than me who had quite an attractive body and asked me in an angelic voice if I could make her a set of kitchen knives.

I acted on a feeling and I gave her my signature smile and I made us a pot of tea I brought with me from home in Ireland and we sat down and talked (I sat down with all my customers to get to know them a little better and know what style of blade they were looking for.)

The vixen's name was Mei-mei and she was looking for a set of heavy butchers knives. I took her paws into mine and I felt them and told her that "soft, delicate hands like this should not be using heavy butcher's knives, but should instead be loved and cared for by her husband." She blushed and told me that she has no man.

When she told me this, in my mind I was doing river dance. I then asked her out, to which she said yes.

After dating her for two years, I popped the question to which she happily replied yes at least a hundred times. My family actually made it to my wedding, which made me super happy to see my family after three years away from home.

Then one day, the day that forged my fate as a kung fu fighter, came. I was in the forge heating a sword to be heat treated, when I heard Mei-mei scream in fear. I grabbed my hammer and the sword I was building and I ran into the house and I saw 4 Nox guards ripping off her clothes. I used my hammer to bash the first guy's skull in with one swing. I used the still red hot glowing sword to run the second and third guy through.

When I turned to the fourth guard, he pulled a short sword and held it to my wife's back and told me to drop my weapons. I listened and no sooner had my weapons hit the ground, than he ran my wife right through the middle of her chest and pulled the sword out and dropped her to the ground. I let out my loudest, angriest, most ferocious snarl I had in me and I leapt at the guy and I ripped his throat out with my mouth.

When the guard dropped to the ground, I picked up my wife and she coughed out her last words "I love you. My love. Forever and always." She then died in my arms as the great master Tigress kicked in the door and was by my side in a heartbeat.

I was crying harder than I had ever cried before. The tears forming a solid stream down my cheeks. Tigress placed a paw on my shoulders and I didn't do anything to push her away as she joined me in crying. Mei-mei and tigress were friends back in the Bau-gu orphanage.

The day I lost my wife was the day I lost my heart. I vowed that I would avenge her death and all others that had died at the hands of lord Xi Nox and his sadistic guards. I have spent the rest of my life since roaming China, killing any and all Nox guards I came across.

Tigress had taught me how to use my blades more effectively in combat and in exchange, I was there for her when the rest of the furious five, the dragon warrior and Master Shifu were killed in battle. She provided me a shoulder to cry on when I lost Mei-mei. I returned the favor.

Ever since, I have sworn to kill all Nox guards and Xi Nox.