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Face Claim Donnie Yen Canon or Original Original Name Jiang Huang Qin Age 47 Sex & Gender Male & Male Orientation Straight & Widowed Wand Jichimu – 12¾” – Yeti Hair – Unyielding Family Heirloom nearly 2300 years old Last Wielder: Emperor Qin Shi Huang Wandmaker: Unknown & Deceased (Click for Pic) Alma Mater Imperial College Of Magic (China) Former Head Boy & House Prefect Currently on the Board of Governors Patronus Praying mantis (Tenodera sinensis) Boggart His ancestor Qin Shi Huang Blood Status Pureblood (Original Chinese Family) Pet Once caught a Phoenix but it broke free Special Ability - Owner of an Apparition License - Ruthlessly Successful Businessman - Unregistered Animagus (Praying Mantis) - Wields a Deathly Wandless Expulso Curse - Grandmaster in Shandong Praying Mantis style - Brilliant Classically-Trained Musician (Guzheng) - Can Detect Blood Purity by Smell (Oriental Only) - Known Slayer of a Chinese Fireball (2 confirmed)

Personality In the whole of China Jiang Huang Qin is seen as a cunning yet feared man. Relentless in his desire to live up to his ancestor’s fierce reputation, he will use any means to achieve his plans. His own surname is an immense burden to the man growing up in the shadow cast by the first to bear that name. In his eyes as the Qin patriarch he must act to achieve his dreams lest all his forefathers’ efforts be not in vain. It are these self-imposed and impossible standards to which he holds himself and his family. This intense pride for his heritage made Jiang a harsh man, severe to his children and unforgivable when it comes to any error made that could potentially harm the Qin name. His strictness, however, often causes many people to avoid him resulting in isolation. Unlike most purebloods in China Jiang cares little about status or tradition, judging men solely based on their achievements and skill. In that regard he displays less blood elitism than the other Original families. Within his professional circle there are many of questionable heritage, Muggleborns and Half-Bloods selected for their set of talents rather than reputation. Within his immediate vicinity however he will not tolerate anyone beyond the True Oriental descendants. In that regard the pristine nature of the family name comes first, making Jiang still decide upon the future bride for his son and even the spouses of all remaining relatives with the Qin name. To earn his respect is a difficult thing, but once allowed into his inner circle he cares deeply for the people under his care. He’ll never show any affection, never reveal his appreciation but his loyalty will safeguard those individuals from harm. He is a fan of stern discipline however, penalizing every minor mistake including his own. Redemption is a cruel but favored instrument in his arsenal, using guilt and emotional leverage to force “lost lambs” back into line. Jiang demands proof of loyalty, of valor much like his father did before him as did his ancestor. This requires discipline, persistency and sheer willpower, traits that are held high in his regard. But Jiang is not entirely without fault. He was raised in a stoic, almost Spartan manner in which there was no room for the display of emotions. Because of this, even his quarter centurylong marriage was a platonic arrangement. Towards his son he’s only revealed the face of a stark father, quick to scrutinize the boy’s every mistake. And yet while heartless he might appear, Jiang deals with woes in his own recluse manner. Self-inflicted pain and torment are how he drowns out his fear and doubt. Rather than dealing with his grief, Jiang sought revenge instead of the justice denied his family for a most heinous grievance to their name and legacy. Political Alignment Fiercely Loyal to the Qin dynasty (family legacy) Reserved Blood Supremacist (favors Blood Purity) Strong Supporter of Imperial China (Anti-Communism) Anti-Western Industrialist (favors Oriental Commerce) Current Occupation As the patriarch to one of the Original Chinese wizarding families, Jiang Huang Qin has a seat on the Board of Governors to the Imperial College of Magic. In this role he remains an advocate of strict disciplinary measures against rule offenders. For the past decade he’s even demanded a minimum grade point average for all students to ensure the supreme standards of this wizarding institute. Outside of Board of Governors, Jiang is best known as an export mogul of Oriental craftsmanship, both of magical and “normal” wares. He build a trade empire specialized in historical objects from the Ancient Imperial Dynasties of China, most noteworthy being the enchanted Terracotta soldiers. Today Qin Dynasty Exports has holdings in almost fifty countries worldwide grossing 100 million annually. As head of Qin Dynasty Exports, Jiang is also the official sponsor of the Chinese National Quidditch team. In this role he financially contributes to the team, funding uniforms and racing brooms to the team for all international matches.

History

The Qin Dynasty dates back to the very first mentioning of the nation that today’s world has come to know as China. One might even say that the efforts of the first of his name made this great empire all possible. Establishing this proud family was Qin Shi Huang, first emperor of China and the one to unite the Seven Warring States beneath a single banner. With eight thousand animated Terracotta soldiers, the man conquered the rival provinces, stomping the non-magical population beneath their heel. From that day forward China was born with at the reigns a wizarding family of immaculate blood purity. While the Dynasties changed over time, all would forever remember the accomplishments of that single wizard and in the shadow of that man came all who were born to the Qin name. Many along the line have tried to live up to the emperor’s legacy; many have failed to compete with their legendary forefather but of all born to the name Qin, it would be Jiang Huang Qin who could hope to rival his ancestor’s reputation…

Jiang’s story began in the days when little of the family’s former glory remained. His father Liu Shan was an incompetent fool. For every coin in his purse he spent three, almost wasting the entire family fortune were it not for his young bride’s dowry. Fearing the Qin legacy it was Jiang’s grandfather making the tough decision to wed his only son to the lady Chabi Khan. The Khan family was almost as prominent as the Qin once were, though they lived on opposite sides of the wall. As Mongolians they were famous for their nomad lifestyle and pathological thriftiness, something that would save the family fortune. Arranging this match, the dowry enriched the Qin coffers while the marriage granted access to a family no longer welcome on Chinese soil since the Mongolian invasion. Still Chabi and Liu Shan never got along, spending their nights in separate beds and only appearing to be a couple in public. When society began to expect children, the pair fulfilled their marital duties to one another in a single cold and passionless night…

From that night, a son was born. A true Qin in all regards for even as an infant he displayed signs of greatness. It had been since the first of his name that a Qin was born in the Year of the Dragon, an omen what was still to come. His mother loved him unconditionally, his father simply saw the boy as a worthy heir as the first sign of magic came before Jiang turned three. Rapidly those magical hiccups grew more impressive as the wee lad even displayed moderate signs of control over those inherent abilities. Tradition had his parents send Jiang to the Purple Cloud Temple atop Zhanqifeng Peak at the age of six. Under the tutelage of the Wudang monks, he was taught the art of meditation. Calligraphy and music offered him some peace but it was within the rigorous routine of martial arts’ training that the young child discovered his own nature. It was in the discipline demanded, the tedious repetitions and the physical exercise that Jiang revealed his likeness to the first emperor. Five years long Jiang prepared in the monastery for his attendance of the Imperial College of Magic…

When Jiang turned eleven, he returned home for an ancient ceremony upheld his family since its origins. Tradition demanded his attendance in the sacred pagoda of his ancestors, hidden on the outskirts of Xianyang. With twelve tiers this tower reached into the heavens, his ancestors were laid to rest. Not their bodies but their legacies as each tier represented a sign of the Zodiac and all Qins born upon the year of each respected animal. Each Qin had his own portrait within the tower, their graduating robes from the Imperial College on display along with their wands. Each portrait displayed that ancestor’s greatest accomplishment and as the family custom dictated, Jiang had to pay homage to each of his forefathers. It was said that a Qin would always find his wand within the history of his blood. Those who didn’t, would have to seek out their fortune elsewhere only to return when they’d found their own place and a wand to earn their place in this place of remembrance. But Jiang didn’t have to venture far to find his match as it was the emperor’s wand choosing him…

It was a dark shadow cast over the young wizard to be selected by emperor Qin’s wand. Returning from the shrine, all of the True Oriental families had heard off this. Many of the old families paid their respects to the boy, expecting great things. Others grew worried, frightened that another Qin would attempt to unite the families and provinces beneath an Imperial banner. Most worried of them all was Jiang himself who headed to the Imperial College of Magic with such high expectations resting atop his eleven year old shoulders. It were the monks’ teachings that allowed him to remain composed, giving him clarity and purpose as he began his wizarding training. And yet it seemed like faith had not misjudged the boy for here as well Jiang showed promise. Spellwork came natural to the Qin heir as his ancestor’s wand proved capable of wondrous feats. His diligent nature permitted him excellence in all classes where talent and practice made perfect. Only magical creatures seemed troubled by Jiang’s ambitions, making them guarded and even aggressive towards the man. Excellence however was achieved in all subjects, adding one of the college’s most impressive academic scores to his name in both his O.W.L.s and N.E.W.T.s (exclusively “Outstanding” grades)…

All the honors the Imperial College awarded him, the title of Head Boy and Prefect along with the supreme grades were not enough to quench his ambition. How could they be if his ancestor at the same age had already conquered a number of the Warring states? No matter what Jiang did, the boy couldn’t help but feel like he still remained in the emperor’s shadow. It constantly gnawed on his conscious, keeping him up at night wondering how he could live up to that man’s legacy. Ages had past and still all knew of the Qin that founded China. Who was he to bear that name and not earn himself a reputation to match his predecessors. His father, an embarrassment to the family name himself was eager to point out that fact to his son, only adding to the pressure already on Jiang’s shoulders. The pressure got to the recent graduate who like so many before him embarked on a fool’s errand to earn the respect of a man long put to rest. Still high expectations and high ambitions made for a dangerous combination as the young wizard decided to embark to an adventure to be found worthy of his place in the sacred pagoda. For two years he explored the provinces of China, discovering many wondrous things about his heritage. He spent a few weeks with the Shaolin monks, honing his martial arts. He walked along the ramparts of the Great Wall to see where his lineage first began. Along his travels he came to realize it would not be an easy feat to step out from the emperor’s shadow. And yet he was determined, even desperate to do the impossible…

It took him another year to determine his course but upon his twentieth birthday he decided on the deed to earn him his place in the family hall of fame. Most would have called it a fool’s errand, others would simply see it as a death wish but Jiang headed south to the Tianzi Mountain. To step out from the emperor’s shadow, Jiang decided to do the one thing his ancestor never could: slay the Liondragon roosting on the highest peak of those mountains. Growing up Jiang always remembered the story of Qin Shi Huang climbing Tianzi. How the emperor scaled the tallest peak in order to see his nation from a bird’s eye perspective. How he found a Liondragon atop, which by the description assured Jiang it was most likely a Chinese Fireball. And how the emperor was cast down, falling from the summit only to be saved by the magic of his retinue waiting at the foot of that mountain. Jiang found the described peak easily enough, spotting the bright scarlet of the dragon’s scales in stark contrast to the surrounding mountains in the first light of day. The climb took him nearly two days, the fight that followed nearly as long for above not one but a pair of Fireballs awaited. To kill but a single dragon was an impossible feat for a wizard alone, to slay the pair truly marked Jiang Huang Qin for the greatness that his wand had judged within him on his eleventh birthday…

Returning home there was no witch or wizard in China who’d not heard of his fight atop Tianzi Mountain. His mother had been the first to witness her son’s new portrait in the sacred pagoda, a grand canvas of her son caught between two jets of dragon fire only to kill them both with Expulso curses. She’d ran to her husband and soon enough all of the True Orientals learnt from that boastful man’s mouth. From that moment onward, all the damage Liu Shan had done to the family name had been erased by his son. Twenty-two years old Jiang had already become one of the most fabled wizards of his time and he still had not reached the limit of his ambition. He agreed to an important alliance, one of marriage to the lady Zhang Chunhua. Zhang was an astonishing beauty, a lady of renown and fame as one of the most talented Shen Yun dancers. Their marriage benefitted both families involved, elevating the Chunhua to the prominent families while allowing Jiang to step even further into the spotlight. Their relation was a platonic one however, a love of minds rather than body that was kept safe from prying eyes behind closed doors. While beauty marked his bride, it was not her appearance that intrigued Jiang. Zhang was a woman of poise and grace, a symbol of tranquility and serenity which were the two things most lacking in his own life…

Three years after the slaying of those dragons, Jiang remained in his role of prominence in China. He’d replaced his father as the president of Qin Dynasty Exports, something that didn’t sit well with poor Liu Shan left with only a monthly allowance. In that time the company flourished, expanding the business to fourteen countries with over one thousand employees. With Muggles being so fond of those famous Terracotta warriors, even their inferior products were bringing in the big money. Under his patronage, the Qin family had once more gained momentum. This time they did not ambition for the unity of all provinces but for the financial imperium that steadily grew through Jiang’s efforts. Zhang on the other hand put the Qin’s fortune to good use through her philanthropy work, sponsoring the arts and charities that would affect her husband’s reputation in the most positive manner. The arrival of their son presented another opportunity that could benefit the family name, that is if the boy could live up to the pristine family standard. History repeated itself as another father held the shadow of their ancestors over his son. Jiang didn’t bother with the raising of his son, giving his wife full control over the education and upbringing of their boy. For that, things were different for Yeung who was spared the hardships of the Wudang monasteries. To spare the child from the heavy family cross to bear, Jiang was persuaded to open another holding of Qin Dynasty exports in England. Zhang moved there with her son in order for him to receive his magical education away from the strictness of the Imperial College. For all of this, Jiang sat at the sideline where he respected his wife’s decisions. Even when his son decided on a life course contrary to the family trade, Jiang permitted it for the sake of his lady. He conceded on that topic in exchange for a promise that his son Yeung would wed a True Oriental…

While his son Yeung remained overseas, his wife returned to her husband’s side in China. Every night she’d dance for him, the most intimate tradition of this couple since the conception of their son. It was the predictable routine of his marriage that Jiang so appreciated. In sharp contrast to his professional life where the term cutthroat was redefined on a daily basis, home was where he found his peace. Tea ceremonies with his wife were a necessary break from the corrupt workings of modern industry. It was Zhang’s song that comforted him when his mother passed away. It were her kind words that allowed him to deal with his father’s death. But when some Muggle thugs killed his beloved for the pearls around her neck, Jiang’s patience at last reached its limit. He took to the streets of Beijing in search her killers, murdering a dozen Muggles in broad daylight to get to the guilty culprit. He was brutal in the hunt, the same savagery that once brought down two mature Chinese Fireballs now wielded against those who bereft Jiang of his most valued possession. It took eight Aurors to end Jiang’s murder spree and twice as many million galleons to allow him to walk away. Were he not born a Qin, his life would have been forfeit for his crimes but the court ruled in his favor. Part of them took pity on the wizard robbed off his wife, another part simply feared the man who took down two dragons on his own. Now Jiang is heading to England to deliver the grievous news to his son and yet through the entire ordeal he’ yet to shed his first tear for the love of his life lost…