In game name: Thomas Richard Hayes
Discord Name : Colonel-Reeves
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Example Article: One I just came up with :3)
Dead, he’s dead. The leader of the KMT, and a recognized figure of what is now the Republic of China. As the first provisional president of the Republic of China, Sun was a Chinese physician, writer, philosopher, Georgist, calligrapher and grand revolutionary. As the foremost pioneer and first leader of a Republican China, Sun was referred to as the "Father of the Nation" in the Republic of China (ROC) and the "forerunner of democratic revolution" in the People's Republic of China (PRC). Sun played an instrumental role in the overthrow of the Qing dynasty, the last imperial dynasty of China during the years leading up to the Xinhai Revolution.
Looking around the room, it is packed to the brim, with a large array of officials, military officers, and some foreign observers to record the tragic loss of a young nation’s most vital leader. Since San Yat-sen’s tragic passing the country that was born from the trials and tribulations that had rocked the very foundations of the land. From the White Lotus rebellion, to the recent revolt, everything had changed.
As Chiang Kai-shek stared off into the haze of crowded people, he had a sickening feeling grow in his breast. As a close friend to a great man, he couldn’t help but feel that all of the work that the pair had put into effect to bring China back to its place as the number one superpower on earth was beginning to unravel; the fiendish politicians in his eyes, where no better than vultures waiting for one of their own to die, before pouncing on it and seeing who could get the most scrapes. Tightening his fists, he could feel his anger at the cowards, preaching false promises, and kowtowing to the foreign devils which infected the land with it’s ideologies and customs. It could be likened to the Qing regime that fell not to long ago, forcing a recurring idea to cross Chiang’s mind of a unfortunate repeating theme of weakness instead of showing strength. In the midst of his thoughts, he was pulled aside be one of his aides, whispering into his ear of a matter of great importance.
On the balcony, away from possible prying eyes and attentive ears of the gathered in the hall beyond, Chiang settles down at a small coffee table, where the aide sits opposite, under a brightly lit night sky. Once comfortable, Chiang speaks with a air of apprehension, as if already knowing the answer to his own question,
“What do you have for Shang? What news do you bring back from the capitol?”
Removing his servant cap in the presence of his benefactor, the young boy clears his throat in earnest, and hesitantly raises his head, not meeting his master’s eyes.
“Pa-Pardon the intrusion sir, but you are indeed correct, I have news from the Beiyang. They…. the… although they are aware of your leave of absence in order to mourn the passing of a great vi-vi-visionary.
Taking another breath, he continues,
“The newly appointed council that resides in Beijing has been facing issues concerning rivaling political factions in the central p-plains.”
Brows furrowed, Chiang Kai-Shek was confused. Was the matter up north of such importance that his presence was required? Indeed, even though he was of low military ranking, he had great ambitions for China as a whole, sharing many of the ideals the Sun did. A charismatic and tactical General, and fledgling politician, he knew the Campaign of the central plains would not only decide the fate of his Kuomintang party and who controlled it, but it would also decide who would control China. The beginnings of a smirk played upon Chiang’s lips, this was his moment! A sign from the heavens! He would use the Kuomintang armies that were amassed under his control, along with other “loyal” officers to the party, and use them for his own gain, to finally right the wrongs and slights he and others like him, saw as a cancer festering with no end in sight. No, he would be the one to steer his maiden nation to restored glory, and destroy anyone from getting in his way.
It is only his subserviants uneasy grunts that snaps Chiang back to reality
“S-Sir? What should I report back to H-high Command back in Peking?”
The smirk now turning into a large smile, the kind you’d see on a toddler, and not usually associate with a young military officer, he responded,
“....You may report back that I’ll gladly march north with my contingents, and let them also know….” A pause “ That the coming weeks will be filled with changes, i guarantee it….”