[quote=@Cu Chulainn] [hider=Bin Myung-Suk] [center][img]https://i.ibb.co/4tC0x45/Myung-Suk.jpg[/img] [/center] [b][color=BAB43B]Name[/color]:[/b] [indent]Bin Myung-Suk[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Titles[/color]:[/b] [indent]The closest thing to a title Myung-Suk would have is "Cockroach."[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Age[/color]:[/b] [indent]24[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Rank[/color]:[/b] [indent]First Class Warrior[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Allegiance[/color]:[/b] [indent]The Heavenly Demonic Cult[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Appearance:[/color][/b] [indent]5'5". A scrawny weakling, unfit for the Jianghu.[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Personality[/color]:[/b] [indent]A rat who desperately clings onto his own pathetic life, Myung-Suk is the sort of person who seems to put himself over anything else, especially if his life is on the line. He acknowledges that he is a weakling, and is more than fine with being a "doormat" for those who are stronger than him. A weak fool who lacks any form of confidence, it is a surprise that Myung-Suk even has a place in the Jianghu to begin with. However, deep within the boy's psyche lies a hidden reservoir of grudges. Resentment, envy, revenge, all of Myung-Suk's negative emotions are all kept within, growing and festering until the time is right. Hiding his resentment behind a façade of cowardice, Myung-Suk keeps his grudges close to his heart. Such strong emotions would be better served to push him further towards the direction of his goal: The eradication of the Devil Clans. This determination to meet his goals by clinging onto grudges long past has given Myung-Suk a conviction of steel to walk the path of a killer. This determination stems from a life of inferiority, a desire to become stronger after living a life of weakness. The root of his hatred is his lowliness, and his wish to rise above his self-perceived uselessness. Perhaps his guise as a sniveling wimp only serves to further sharpen this resolve.[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]History[/color]:[/b] [indent] [hider=Twenty-Two Paragraphs...] The Disciples of the Wilted Lotus, sequestered deep within the Jugeul Forests, was one of the more obscure sects of the Heavenly Demonic Cults focused on a certain aspect of Strength, one cultivated through hatred. Because of this, their martial arts edges on the taboo, a mere step away from the forbidden techniques of the Devil Clans. Seeing the Devil Clans as mere 'weeds' who sully the garden of the Jianghu the Wilted Lotus trains its disciples as 'exterminators' tasked with weeding out the miscreant devils from the world of martial arts. By learning their forbidden techniques, they are able to better face off against their heretical foes at the risk of their own humanity. Demons made to fight Devils, it is no wonder the Disciples of the Wilted Lotus operate in secrecy even within the Jianghu. As the years led up to the Age of War, the Wilted Lotus would find much of its masters eliminated, systematically slaughtered by the Devil Clans as their plans would slowly come to fruition. Those who remained were either too mad to see the machinations of their sworn foes, or too old to meaningfully act against them. And so, the Jianghu devolved into war while the remnants of the Wilted Lotus consolidated their dwindling forces. They began to recruit more desperately as they did their best to maintain their profane traditions in the face of extinction. One such recruitment drive brought a pair of young warriors, siblings from an otherwise unremarkable Martial Alliance clan whose village had been the target of one of the Devil Clan's earliest raids. They were Jin, the golden child said to have possessed a divine vessel, who had fought back against the raiders of their clan with all his strength, and Myung-Suk, a weakling destined not to make even a ripple in the Jianghu, who played dead until help had arrived. Both boys, who stood at opposing sides of the river of strength, were given the same training and were indoctrinated with the same principles. Strength over the Devil. Strength cultivated by Hatred. They trained side-by-side, the difference in their strength and skill made apparent as they continued their cultivation. Jin was praised as a "natural demon," whose fists seemingly aflame with his grudges. Myung-Suk, meanwhile, was mediocre in comparison, incapable of focusing his hatred into more than a single strike. As their training progressed, the divide between the two brothers grew further, and a new seed of hatred grew within Myung-Suk's very being, a seed that he would cultivate for nearly a decade. As he continued to cultivate his strengths, Myung-Suk focused on his hatred. Hatred for the Devils who scorched his home. Hatred for the Martial Alliance and Recusants who had failed to perceive the threat of the Devil Clans due to their ceaseless feuding. Hatred for his masters, who looked upon his brother with pride and himself with disdain Hatred for Jin, whose natural talents far surpassed his own. And most intensely, hatred for his own weakness. It was this hatred that allowed Myung-Suk to to keep up with his ever-shining sibling just a few paces behind in their training. It was this hatred that the old master of the Wilted Lotus had been seen within the eyes of the young weakling, a hidden strength he believed could be made of use. And after nearly a decade, it was this hatred that allowed Myung-Suk to reach the Wall of Willpower alongside his brother, who himself neared the Wall of Talent. At this time, the Heavenly Demonic Master called for the strongest warrior of each of the cult's sects to prepare for the final battle against the forces of the Devil Clan. For the Wilted Lotus, whose remaining masters were either too old or too injured to answer the call to battle, it was instead determined that the strongest among the young Disciples would represent the sect in this battle. To determine who would serve as the Wilted Lotus's champion, the seven most gifted disciples would all participate in the [i]Naraka,[/i] a night of endless combat. In the very same room where the disciples had trained and cultivated their strength together, they would face off against each other in a battle royale until only a sole victor remained. While it was not necessarily a battle to the death, to come out of such a trial alive would be nothing short of a miracle. After all, to walk the path of the Demon is to walk a path stained with blood. Among those chosen were the two brothers, whose differences in strength remained separate as the Heavens and the Earth. It was strange that Myung-Suk had specifically been chosen to participate in the Naraka. Perhaps it was determined that he, the weakest of his cohort, would be made an example of. Perhaps it was a punishment for Myung-Suk's weakness. Whatever the reason, the old master had insisted that both brothers would participate in the Naraka. At the twelfth hour of the faithful night, the participants would all enter the chamber of battle up to the last before the doors behind them would be sealed. They were to battle in the darkness of the night, no technique or strategy forbidden. This would proceed until the crack of dawn, where the chamber would then be unsealed. A victor would then be determined among those who remained standing. Myung-Suk, ever the self-preserving weakling, would feign his defeat almost instantly, falling against the first strike made against him. He knew he was destined to lose just as his brother was fated to win. So instead, Myung-Suk chose to [i]survive[/i] until the night's end. Closing his eyes, he focused solely on himself in order to drown out the sounds of battle. He focused on his hatred once more, the hatred Myung-Suk bore for himself for his cowardice. He was not fit to be a Wilted Lotus. He was not fit to be a part of the Heavenly Demonic Cult. He was not fit for the world of Jianghu. Myung-Suk focused on his self-directed hatred, his only respite in this dark and terrible night as he fell into a deep trance. Soon, the sounds of fighting would soon dwindle... no, they shifted, morphed into something more [i]sinister.[/i] Screams of pain, torment, all sounds Myung-Suk did not expect to hear from this chamber, yet these very screams were ones he was far too familiar with. He felt the need to stand, to behold the bloodshed before him. As he did, he would come face-to-face with something he had wished to never see. His brother, Jin, the once shining exemplar of the Wilted Lotus, was now nothing more than maddened beast, laughing with sadistic glee as he ripped the fingernails off an already-defeated disciple. It was then that Myung-Suk realized the Truth of their cultivation, of their training, of their purpose. The path of the Wilted Lotus was the very same as that of the Devil Clan. To walk such a path would be synonymous with becoming a demon, abandoning humanity for the sake of strength. They were not expected to follow this path directly, but to instead [i]stalk[/i] those who follow such a path. The Wilted Rose was expected to bear the grudges of the demons within their very being, not to burden their bodies with their hatred. It was such a stark difference that truly showed the divide between the two brothers. Jin, whose shining body served as a font for qi, would instead find himself wholly incompatible with the grudge-seeped fists of the Wilted Rose. Myung-Suk, whose meridians struggled to maintain his qi for longer than a single strike, sported the perfect composition that would allow him to excel in the sect's techniques. It was no surprise that Myung-Suk had put down the beast that was once his brother, the hatred that he held within suffocating the grudges that permeated Jin's profane body. With a single strike, the divide between the two brothers had been crossed. When dawn struck, the chamber of death was once unsealed, the stench of hatred within almost suffocating to those who were tasked with unearthing the disciples. Only Myung-Suk remained standing, his sole fist covered with the blood of his brother. Among the dead, it was Jin's body that had been rendered the most disfigured, as if his meridians had shattered all at once, engulfed with qi. The Old Master's beliefs were well-founded. Myung-Suk was hailed as the strongest of the young disciples, the first of his cohort to reach the Wall of Talent. There was one more task left in his training, in his path to earning the title of Peak Master: Myung-Suk must slay one of the Devil Clans' profane masters with his bare fists. And so, he would march to the fields of war alongside the Heavenly Demonic Master, to prove he is worthy of being a Master and to bring an end to this Age of War! However, for Myung-Suk, a mere cockroach in a world of tigers and dragons, the final battle was nothing short of a bloodbath. He had awoken almost a week after the final battle in the care of a small hamlet much like the one he was raised in a a child. There, he would learn of the outcome of the Age of War. The Heavenly Demonic Master's life was traded in exchange for the Devil God's death. The battle has ended, and the world would begin to heal as the Jianghu reached a new age of peace... ... Or at least, that is what the commonfolk believed. To Myung-Suk, he knew the scheming Devil Clan had only gone into hiding. The garden was still riddled with weeds, and it was Myung-Suk's duty to trim these parasitic weeds so that the Jianghu may truly flourish once more. He also knew that he could not return to the Wilted Lotus. Not now, not yet. After all, he still has not slain a Master of the Devil Clan.[/hider][/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Body Enhancements[/color]:[/b] [indent]Myung-Suk puts rocks in his shoes to make himself about an inch taller. Does that count?[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Equipment[/color]:[/b] [indent]Myung-Suk carries little on him aside from the black, dirty rags on his back and a cloth mask that covers his face.[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Cultivation Base[/color]:[/b] [indent]The Disciples of the Wilted Lotus utilize a form of cultivation almost akin to that of the profane devils they are sworn to hunt. Simply put, it is the accumulation of grudges, and the conversion of these grudges into qi. By focusing on one's own negative emotions as a source of energy, one could direct their negative emotions into their movements, directing their fists purely through their intent. In other words, to use one's hatred as fuel for their techniques. However, to avoid being consumed by one's own grudges, meditation and breathing exercises are practiced. Despite this cultivation's focus on the negative, the practitioner requires a strong sense of control over their own emotions in order to properly control this form of cultivation. Also, because of the nature of this form of cultivation, 'negative' qi is produced. To allow one's meridians to be permeated with this qi for too long would result in instabilities on the user's body and mind. In other words, one would become something akin to a "demon." To prevent this, the first and most important step in this cultivation is to focus one's ire onto a particular subject, a "seed" of hatred. This would create a reservoir, where one's grudges can freely accumulate and one's hatred can continue to further fester, so that this negative energy would not profane the rest of one's body. In Myung-Suk's case, his hatred is centered on himself. His inferiority and self-perceived weakness all serve as a font of grudges he could draw up. The grudges that fuel his qi are directed towards the strong, the talented, those who would dare stand above him. To the Devils, monsters who hail themselves as above the restrictions of humans, this qi is antithetical to their very existence.[/indent] [b][color=BAB43B]Techniques[/color]:[/b] [indent] [i]Self-Preserving Fists[/i] - The unique fighting style of Myung-Suk. Rather than a refined technique, it is instead a series of purely defensive maneuvers that mitigate any damage inflicted against one's self. A warrior's philosophy that can only be followed by one who is unworthy of being a warrior, it is a style that almost guarantees the bearer will lose a battle, but also ensures their survival. Rather than a testament to one's strength, this technique serves as proof of Myung-Suk's weakness as a warrior. After all, if one were to truly equate Myung-Suk's skills in direct combat, he would be nearly third-rate. A mere cockroach among tigers and dragons, it is his worth as a killer that allows Myung-Suk to stand at the Wall of Talent. It doesn't matter if he receives a thousand blows. Only one is needed for victory. [i]Art of the Eightfold Realms of Hell[/i] - The primary techniques of the Wilted Lotus, killing arts that are a stroke away from taboo. One's negative emotions are converted into killing intent against the target. This intent is then directed to a singular blow, engulfing the target of this strike with one's negative qi. Those who are struck would find themselves smothered with the attacker's hostility, their meridians choked with negative energy. In other words, those who are stuck would suffocate under the intense pressure of the attacker's qi, a formation of their intent to end the target's life. If utilized correctly, a second strike is needless. The technique of a killer, to it is difficult to perform this technique multiple times in a single battle given its nature. It can also only be utilized against 'living' targets, the energies only conflicting that which permeates all living things. [i]Vitrification[/i] - The ability to mask one's hostile intent, a step away from the ability to hide one's very presence from being detected that many masters possess. A necessary technique for the Disciples of the Wilted Lotus, for their hatred will otherwise fill the very air around them. In Myung-Suk's case, by focusing on his self-doubt, he is able to appear as naught but a scrawny weakling, unfit for the Jianghu. This is especially effective against those who possess a strong presence of their own.[/indent][/hider] [/quote] He's good to put in the character tab. Look at me and my record response time.