Shortstack martial artist courtesy of Okusennman. More info when I feel like it.
"Again!"
Li Mei groaned as her master barked the command. She'd been at this for hours, and her muscles ached, but his insistance that her form was still off was starting to grate at her. Her studies amongst the Miquo Monks to the south were far less strenuous, and despite their numbers, she felt the gaze of those monks to be less upon her features and more upon her actual fighting techniques. She could not say the same about this younger monk, whom seemed to eye her like some piece of meat, but there was little she could do; he knew of a certain style that the Miquo couldn't teach her, or refused to, but she needed the skill, so here she was. She struck the dummy again with a flurry of blows followed by three harsh kicks, the force of which shot through her toned legs and caused her form to pleasantly jiggle, again catching the young lecher's eyes as she did, though this time her own did not leave him. She puffed her cheeks out in agitation as her suspicions were confirmed, before lowering her leg from the final strike and crossing her arms beneath her bountiful chest, straigthening up. She stood a good foot shorter than the man, and despite her soft features, she still seemed intimidating given the death glare her vibrant, pink eyes managed through strands of snow white hair.
"I think that's enough training. Time to do this my way," the girl urged, before slowly approaching her 'master', the look in her eyes going from malicious to outright primal. She licked her pale, pouty lips, before rushing him with a speed that may seem impossible given her short stature and bountiful curves, had it not been for those powerful legs. One way or another, she would get his knowledge. Whether he'd get to pass it on to another student or not was far from a concern to her.
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Li Mei was always different from the other children in her village. Fair skin, pink eyes, and shimmering white hair were the first signs, though this could be attributed to albinism by most, and even some villagers acknowledge this until she started to walk. As soon as she got to her feet, she began to imitate the fighters of her village. This would be seen as somewhat common, if it weren't for the fact that she was mastering their techniques in a matter of weeks rather than stumbling about in playful stupor like most of the children her age would. She became a bit of an oddity, and the talk of the small town, though it wasn't until the Miquo Monks came for her. Having heard of her story through traders coming from the small village, they told her parents and the village chieftain of a certain prophecy she was apt to fulfill.
The Miquo believed Li Mei to be the reincarnation of one of their great teachers, a demigoddess that brought their particular form of martial arts, Qi Quo, into being. She did so by consuming the knowledge of other schools, which seemed like a colorful metaphor at first. It was only when Li Mei went with the monks to train that she realized how literal this was. She began to train with students slightly older than her, whom were of her skill level, and as time went on, the cravings began to hit. Any time she saw a technique she had difficulty grasping, one that her fellow monks could manage, her stomach would grumble. She was fortunate that her teachers weren't upset with her the first time she acted on these urges, consuming one of her fellow pupils when she got him alone. In fact, upon discovering her swollen stomach, they seemed ecstatic. It was then that the monks explained how literal their description was, and that she'd hold the tools to learn any technique, so long as she could subdue a target that knew it.
Of course, rather than consuming the whole monastery's populous, she continued to train, and would only consume a student when she deemed it necessary to grasp a particularly difficult technique. While there, she honored the masters, and would do them no harm; they acknowledged there may come a time when she would consume them for their knowledge and had made peace with it, but given the young age of her indoctrination into the order, she had gained a respect for the highest ranking monks in the temple as if they were family. This didn't stop her from getting upset with them at the age of sixteen, however, when they refused to teach her what they considered to be forbidden arts, techniques that were considered too brutal to be incorporated into the general practis of Qi Quo. By then, her chest and hips had been significantly swollen by the number of talented initiates she had consumed, and her knowledge had expanded even beyond that. It was at this point she realized that there was little else that the students of her skill could actually offer her, and that she was becoming more of a distraction for the Miquo than anything. She left to gain more knowledge, particularly to acquire skills from other martial arts that would lead her to learn these so-called forbidden techniques, for no reaason more than the knowledge of how to perform the skills.
Li Mei is a scholar first, a fighter second, and a loving guardian third. Her purusit of knowledge in combat of all varieties (though particularly unarmed or melee-based martial arts) is her utmost passion, though unlike many, it's simply because she gets a rush from gaining new skills. She doesn't actively apply them unless she has to most of the time, though that fighting spirit is particularly useful when securing prey, which she mostly does for the sake of attaining knowledge (though, sometimes she just needs to satisfy her cravings on 'junk food', as she calls those without fighting skill). Despite this aptitude to use people for her simple pursuit of knowledge, she often times comes off as caring and kind, if not a bit aloof and... Hesitant regarding sexual advances. She's aware that her body is attractive, and isn't totally beyond using it to get what she wants, but those that exhibit an abundance of lecherous behavior around her usually learn of their mistake too late, either ending up seriously wounded or devoured.