Body Reinforcing: Stage 1; training the body, starting from the skin and working your way inside. This is nothing too notable in the grander scheme of things, all things considered. It's the starter stage, after all. Effects include a tougher body... And that's about where it stops.
Qi Condensation: Stage 2; gathering qi within the body, though still not able to meaningfully manipulate it. It's still kinda limited around here, but it creates a basis from which the later stages build off of... For the most part.
Foundation Establishment: Stage 3; things start to kick off around here, as it's around now where hovering becomes a possibility. Manipulation of qi is more liberal now, and energy reserves go up tenfold because the body's able to abuse that qi to rejuvenate the self if need be. Oh, and this also means messing with qi to pull off some more magical fighting techniques (though nothing too outlandish, of course).
Core Formation: Stage 4; tl;dr flight and aura shenanigans. Also stronger qi techniques. Woo.
Nascent Soul: Stage 5; At this point, we start reaching into some DBZ-level shenanigans. Like... Clearing giant stretches of land in a single attack. Of course, raw power doesn't mean anything without the control to use it, but still!
Immortal Ascension: Stage 6; I mean... At this point, you can probably punch out gods without breaking a sweat. I don't really need to say more than "near-omnipotent".

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Name:
Hu
Now only known by his current name of Hu, he knows not his true name. When he was younger he and his village had fallen terribly ill and as one of the few youths still able to seek help, he was sent down a road said to house a temple. While he searched and searched, he slipped further away from his health and soon became too weak to press on, no matter how he struggled. When he awoke again, a master of the Divine Tiger Fist had cured him of his bodily illness, but some of that which affected his spirit could not be recovered. Knowing his name no longer, or even his mission, he sought understanding and recall from his mentor and savior. She restored it to him when she passed on her qi when her time was up, having hidden the sad truth that he had failed from him until he could better understand it.

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Appearance:
Hu has an appearance of a man who keeps himself immaculately clean, both clean shaven and fond of the color white, which has much symbolic reflection and impact upon him. He accents himself in the colors only of black and red, such as his black sash, cuffs and shoes, of which white is worn under. Hu is well muscled and defined, having ascended from the path of a regular man to a fighting spirit as much as he is a healer who draws upon the injuries of his foes to restore others. Physically, outside of this, he bears the scarring of his days stricken by illness, many of which are jagged and worked by the wanderings he had in the wilderness, looking for aid. He is neither an unwelcome sight to look upon or all too strange for a military aged man.

Personality:
Despite his failure in a "past life", Hu is optimistic that his master saw something within him that even he did not know. He is resolved in that sense to do well by what he learned, removing illness or sickness from those that cannot help themselves - most often the lesser peoples - while fighting in the face of those that would spread sadness, fear and pestilence. Hu is vocal, to the point of even being foolhardy about voicing his opinion and courage, but he's also wise enough to know when its best to keep things to himself when outsiders are about. Hu lives as who he has become, warrior and healer, rather than who he was as a lost soul.

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Foundation Establishment (Core Foundation)
While Hu has only modest aptitude, much more of that of Foundation Establishment, the qi bestowed upon him by the act of transference has opened up elements of mastery just beyond his reach - Core Foundation. It is like an ocean that comes and goes, where at his best he might find a way to manipulate the energy within, but at his worst he is still but an adept in comparison to a master. Until he learns to harness both his masteries in and out, he cannot truly act on what gifts are within.

Abilities:
Divine Tiger Fist
The external application of qi was not wholly unknown to Hu, but when it became his practice, he realized that it was as much an internal art as well, but only time would prove him just how right he was. To cultivate himself, he needed to act on both. Before he could do so, he was graced with a gift that allowed him to see both paths as a single one; the Divine Tiger Fist. The school focuses upon mighty precision and the exploitation of one's qi to affect another's, striking from outside to affect the inside and upsetting the balances of others through careful power with blows that are like the metal element. The low stances, acrobatic kicks and heavy use of clawed palm strikes mimics the tiger, channeling elements of its immortal ideals into the mortal body by clawing, tearing, ripping and grasping. Masters of the art in time become like tigers themselves, able to see and perceive a person's qi, shrug off injury, walk unseen and unheard, react without thought and manifest deceptive strength many times their seeming ability.

Hands of Black and White
Like the master who imbued Hu with her qi, his hands are both killing and healing instruments. They act like tools of qi disruption, for both better and worse. A harmful blow made up of focused energy strikes with fierce velocity and force with a near roar, upsetting balance in body and spirit, whereas a careful, precise touch can restore this balance and mend deep injuries beyond just the flesh. However, all things in some semblance of his ability must be equalized. The wounds he inflicts upon others draws up the power to heal and cure, but without violence, there cannot be restoration; he can only take to in order to give to others or himself. No less, it is difficult to store without dedication to the art.

Spring and Autumn, Wood and Wind
As a disciple of Divine Tiger Fist, Hu has made himself like the tiger. His qi makes his body not only tough and resilient, but exceptionally swift. Like the reed or bamboo, he is well balanced, reflexive and reactive, turning with his injuries when they do land whilst moving himself between the others. When he rebounds, he lashes out more ferociously, returning the favor over by expelling the negative forces absorbed. Endurance is not his strength owing to this, so his style encompasses periods of weathering calm and unrelenting assault. As with the ideals of spring and autumn which his martial art draws on, his overwhelming energy makes him akin to the wind, moving hands and feet in a near blur of motion before rest must take place.

Teachings of the Fierce Master
That day that Hu was nursed back from near death by his master to come has stayed long in his mind. She has since became nothing more than qi herself, granting this gift to her student, but her presence was never truly gone. Through a period of intense calm and manipulation of aura and the vital essence by qi, Hu as his name implies, can become the tiger itself. Every motion and action blurs the lines between man and animal, with the rapidity to alter between them faster than the eye can perceive and become more the essence of existence rather than a defined thing. It is this talent that Hu himself has only begun to understand, to embody the actual tiger itself beyond concept. Because it requires such immense skill beyond his aptitude, it is not wholly realized more than in times of brief but absolute serenity in conflict.

Items:
Ten Thousand Breaths Vial
A bottle of potent winds distilled by time only, the vial is capable of awakening those who have descended into comas, petrification or paralysis, liberating the body to match the mind when inhaled. Its tremendous age and exceptional craftsmanship infer it has been used by many, many healers of old.

Humbled White Sash
The material of the unassuming white sash is marked only at its ends with inky black stripes. Its symbolic purity dampens the affects of the elements in relation to the bearer's own qi; the more tranquil and cultivated the wearer, the more potent its shroud. When worn, flames burn not as hot, frost stings not as sharp, storms seem to weaken against it, and the like. It was once worn by the Nameless Master.

History:
After surviving his ordeal of illness and weakness before being returned to health in body but not yet mind by his mentor, Hu practiced for years to recover entirely. He recalled in some time before he wished to understand good kung fu in the martials arts, but then he could not have understood. When the master's time came, she placed upon her student her qi to keep what she taught alive, more than he could learn or know at the time. Instructed to teach this school first by coming to know it himself, he has sought out a future showing others the way of the Divine Tiger Fist and its most mythic art, the Hands of Black and White.

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Although Hu knows of his past life now, he too reconciles there is nothing to be done about what had already come to pass, not of course without having missed out on what awaited him now. He embraces, as a warrior-priest, that he must prevent such a fate from ever befalling others again; that their bodies and qi must not be tainted or made sickly by the evil forces at work. It is also worthy to note, Hu's master never revealed her name or identity, being known only to him as his mentor despite her seeming power and prestige she might have held in life.

Name: Chen Yang
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Appearance: "I shall not waver."
Personality: Yang is a rather stubborn person, in part due to the way he has cultivated himself over the last few decades. While he may not be apt to jump straight into the heat of battle, there is nothing saying that he will not enter the fray regardless. In terms of more mundane relations, though, Yang often acts the straight man rather than the fool. While he does like the idea of slacking off and joking around every once in a while, the nature of a cultivator means that sort of thing isn't always within the realm of possibility. Even so, he is willing to lend his strength to those who he has grown close to, but seldom any other without reasonable benefit to himself in turn.
Stage: Foundation Establishment
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• Flowering Gale Style: The Flowering Gale Style is a unique way of handling the blade (swords in particular, though they do dabble in the usage of weapons such as daggers and the like) wherein qi is used to project and control other blades that derive their movement from the user's own independent of any physical contact. These new blades are themselves projections of the user's will and powered and maintained by their qi in turn, and their control is limited only by their finesse and precision. As he is right now, Yang is able to create a maximum of three qi blades that can be used to either deflect attacks at either him or his allies or attack in tandem with his own swings. The style itself functions off of a great deal of redirection and countering of enemy movements, as well as slipping in between holes in his opponent's defenses. It is, though, a style more suited towards combating multiple foes at once, and his dueling potential suffers as a result.
• Frozen Embers Technique: Yang's cultivation technique is one that harnesses the extremes of nature, and the potential that is possesses in turn. As another style centered around balance, the control required to maintain both the yin (cold) and yang (heat) has thus required Yang to consume no small amount of time tempering his mind and body. Luckily, the peaks of the mountains and the fires stoked by the masters therein were the perfect places to do so. The technique does not openly manifest upon his body, though, as it requires a far higher level of proficiency to make use of it than Yang is currently capable of to be invoked in that manner. As it stands, it allows Yang to resist extreme heat (or lack thereof) and manipulate small amounts of fire or ice to his benefit.

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• Lotus Fang Sword: Yang's primary weapon, and also his blade of choice. Forged from the tooth of a great jade tiger, Yang's blade is uncannily sharp to the touch... Or, well, it would be if not for the essence infused within the weapon itself. As it stands, the blade is naturally dull, and can cut flesh less easily than a wooden sword might. However, if Yang feeds his qi into this sword, then its prior sharpness emerges once more (along with a small flurry of lotus flower petals). The weapon can hardly be damaged by ordinary means, but whether or not he wants to find out what those are is another story entirely.
• Thread of Eternity: A long string of red silk, usually wound around Yang's wrist as a bracelet of sorts. Its main function is one of fashion, but the thread itself is unnaturally resilient to the point of never breaking even when placed under extreme stress.

History: Yang's life was not one of any particular note; his parents were simply average people who happened to be living in the temple where he began to train. They were not cultivators themselves, and were strange in that they seemed to have no ambition for the lifestlye (which was strange in his eyes). There was never any need or want within the temple grounds, but there was a distinct lack of things to do when many tasks had already been handled by those aspiring to become cultivators themselves. Seeing as how that was better than doing much of nothing at all, Yang joined them in turn. His parents, while concerned about the entire ordeal, seemed to have nothing to say for or against the matter, which once again confused the young child, and it would only become clear to him as to why they acted as such as he grew older.
In time, the young Yang came to learn that his parents had not chosen their current lives, but instead had it forced onto them. An opponent of their had hired assassins to block their qi meridians with poison, and had come here to seek a cure (or, at the very least, ease the pain it induced upon them both). The news didn't deter him, but it gave him a new sense of understanding, and thus new resolve to continue down this path. It had not been laid out for him by his parents; no, he had chosen this for himself. But when faced with the possibility of what could have been, Yang cursed that sad fate that had befallen his predecessors.
It was not a story of vengeance by any means, but instead one of pure possibility.
Other: People annoy him on cold winter days or hot summer days just because of his cultivation, even is he has made clear multiple times that it doesn't necessarily do what they want it to do. Likes rice and fish, but fish is hard to come by in the mountains where he trains.