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// KING STING //
Hwae Kenyong
28
Male
Notable Features: Covered in tattoos all over, King Sting has a pretty distinctive appearance. He generally wears casual clothes, especially jackets, and simple gold chains. Most of the time, he can be seen riding his bike, and the entire attire that goes with it, including his SmartHelmet, which allows him to control his bike with mental commands, and as a result, only people King authorizes can use his motorbike. King also always carries around his stick and magical accessories in his jacket.
Bio:
A day in the life:
Weapon: A long martial arts stick, extendable to almost five feet up from a foot-long baton with electric stingers on both ends.
Smaller Demons: A steel Imp bound to a wristband which creates a shield on command, but it cannot take damage for too long before it breaks and must regenerate.
An illusion Foliot bound to a mask which makes the onlooker see a random face when they look at the wearer, but the illusion does not last very long if the people are together, often ending at 15 minutes.
Skills: Gearhead: King Sting is extremely skilled with the practical knowledge of vehicles, and can take them apart and put them together with little to no effort.
Dominant Bind: Aterrina the Vicious, low-level smoke Djinn
Special Ability: Able to cloak King's body and surroundings in tear gas without affecting him in any way, Aterrina acts either as an ambush tactic or escape tactic depending on the situation.
Hwae Kenyong
28
Male
Notable Features: Covered in tattoos all over, King Sting has a pretty distinctive appearance. He generally wears casual clothes, especially jackets, and simple gold chains. Most of the time, he can be seen riding his bike, and the entire attire that goes with it, including his SmartHelmet, which allows him to control his bike with mental commands, and as a result, only people King authorizes can use his motorbike. King also always carries around his stick and magical accessories in his jacket.
Bio:
Kenyong grew up the son of a small-time gangster in a poor district of Seoul. Though wealthy in comparison to his peers around, he never mixed very well with the elite of Seoul, partly because of his roots, and mostly because of the company he kept, thanks to his fathers occupation. Growing up surrounded by gangsters and criminals in his father's garage, the legal front for all their business, he also became hardened over time, learning violence and crime as a way of life.
When he was old enough, he joined his father's occupation full time, and acted mostly as his underboss. However, most of the jobs involved him taking up the role of an enforcer, collecting debts and payments from customers. On one such job, while trying to retrieve money from a shut-in, he was attacked in a way he never expected. That was the day he discovered magic, and after he had beat the customer to a bloody pulp, he went through all his books and notebooks, taking away as much as possible.
However, this began a new era in his life. Once he was aware of this extraordinary and endless world hidden under our own, he began pursuing it aggressively, travelling all over the world to acquire the most powerful knowledge that could be found. As far as he had any plans, he just wanted to earn enough money on his own, without support from his father, so he could one day open a motorbike bar of his own.
When he was old enough, he joined his father's occupation full time, and acted mostly as his underboss. However, most of the jobs involved him taking up the role of an enforcer, collecting debts and payments from customers. On one such job, while trying to retrieve money from a shut-in, he was attacked in a way he never expected. That was the day he discovered magic, and after he had beat the customer to a bloody pulp, he went through all his books and notebooks, taking away as much as possible.
However, this began a new era in his life. Once he was aware of this extraordinary and endless world hidden under our own, he began pursuing it aggressively, travelling all over the world to acquire the most powerful knowledge that could be found. As far as he had any plans, he just wanted to earn enough money on his own, without support from his father, so he could one day open a motorbike bar of his own.
A day in the life:
A small Middle-Eastern man sat in a chair behind a large desk, flanked by two large bodyguards with suspicious bulges in their jacket pockets, in an office which definitely showed off its affluence, but in a rather garish way. Gold was everywhere, from trophies on the mantelpiece, to a large golden shield hanging above the desk. King entered the room, carrying a suitcase under his arm. The man beckoned him closer, and King obliged, nodding in greeting and walking towards the table.
"Keep the goods on the table. Mudasir, check the suitcase." The man said to the guard on his right.
Without a word, the bodyguard walked to the table, swiveled the suitcase to face him and clicked the lock open. The suitcase sprung open, and almost immediately, massive amounts of smoke started filling the room. As the bodyguards coughed and choked on the smoke, passing out on the floor, the smoke detectors started screaming and spraying water in the entire room.
King ran towards the desk, leaping over it only to find the chair empty. He looked around wildly, to find a secret door behind the curtains wide open revealing a dark passage behind. Looking up, the massive gold shield was gone as well. He grimaced. Walking into the dark passage, he took off his enchanted mask, letting the cool air in the passage hit his face. Drawing his baton, he extended it to its full length and activated the electricity. It would be hard to fight in the relatively narrow passage, but he could manage.
He sprinted through the passage and found himself going upwards. As he ran further he could see an opening, and as he burst out of it he found himself on the rooftops of Baghdad's Business District. Scouting around he saw the sharp glint of the golden shield strapped to the back of the man who was running away at an almost unnatural speed. King ran parallel to him, attempting to cut him off by getting closer and closer, but the man suddenly stopped, spun around with a pistol in his hand and started firing away.
Swinging his left arm up, his wristband expanded up into a circular shield about two feet in diameter, the bullets meeting the steel with a dull thunk, embedding themselves into it. However, King did not slow down, and met the small man with the end of his stick, sticking it into his neck and tasing him. As the man flopped down onto the tiled roof, unconscious, King untied the shield from his back and slung it onto his own. His own shield retracted, and so did his stick. He slid the baton into a sheath on his thigh and kicked the man to see if he was still conscious. Grunting in satisfaction, he slid down the roof, leaped down to a fire escape, and made his way back to his motorcycle parked near the local kebab joint. Almost tempted to stop for a quick snack, he stuck it out, put on his helmet, and sped off into Downtown, where he had to complete his delivery and meet a friend who mentioned a new job... He also mentioned the job would change his life.
Why not? Mused King.
I hope he's right though. King revved his bike, shifting into a higher gear as he hit the motorway. Only time will tell.
"Keep the goods on the table. Mudasir, check the suitcase." The man said to the guard on his right.
Without a word, the bodyguard walked to the table, swiveled the suitcase to face him and clicked the lock open. The suitcase sprung open, and almost immediately, massive amounts of smoke started filling the room. As the bodyguards coughed and choked on the smoke, passing out on the floor, the smoke detectors started screaming and spraying water in the entire room.
King ran towards the desk, leaping over it only to find the chair empty. He looked around wildly, to find a secret door behind the curtains wide open revealing a dark passage behind. Looking up, the massive gold shield was gone as well. He grimaced. Walking into the dark passage, he took off his enchanted mask, letting the cool air in the passage hit his face. Drawing his baton, he extended it to its full length and activated the electricity. It would be hard to fight in the relatively narrow passage, but he could manage.
He sprinted through the passage and found himself going upwards. As he ran further he could see an opening, and as he burst out of it he found himself on the rooftops of Baghdad's Business District. Scouting around he saw the sharp glint of the golden shield strapped to the back of the man who was running away at an almost unnatural speed. King ran parallel to him, attempting to cut him off by getting closer and closer, but the man suddenly stopped, spun around with a pistol in his hand and started firing away.
Swinging his left arm up, his wristband expanded up into a circular shield about two feet in diameter, the bullets meeting the steel with a dull thunk, embedding themselves into it. However, King did not slow down, and met the small man with the end of his stick, sticking it into his neck and tasing him. As the man flopped down onto the tiled roof, unconscious, King untied the shield from his back and slung it onto his own. His own shield retracted, and so did his stick. He slid the baton into a sheath on his thigh and kicked the man to see if he was still conscious. Grunting in satisfaction, he slid down the roof, leaped down to a fire escape, and made his way back to his motorcycle parked near the local kebab joint. Almost tempted to stop for a quick snack, he stuck it out, put on his helmet, and sped off into Downtown, where he had to complete his delivery and meet a friend who mentioned a new job... He also mentioned the job would change his life.
Why not? Mused King.
I hope he's right though. King revved his bike, shifting into a higher gear as he hit the motorway. Only time will tell.
Weapon: A long martial arts stick, extendable to almost five feet up from a foot-long baton with electric stingers on both ends.
Smaller Demons: A steel Imp bound to a wristband which creates a shield on command, but it cannot take damage for too long before it breaks and must regenerate.
An illusion Foliot bound to a mask which makes the onlooker see a random face when they look at the wearer, but the illusion does not last very long if the people are together, often ending at 15 minutes.
Skills: Gearhead: King Sting is extremely skilled with the practical knowledge of vehicles, and can take them apart and put them together with little to no effort.
Dominant Bind: Aterrina the Vicious, low-level smoke Djinn
Special Ability: Able to cloak King's body and surroundings in tear gas without affecting him in any way, Aterrina acts either as an ambush tactic or escape tactic depending on the situation.
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