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@KoL @Danchou

Billy and Tristan are approved.

@KoL, please PM us your proposed culture sphere bonuses.

@Danchou, please note that the materials on him are pretty bad. Not really any fault of your own just a sad truth of the quality of GO mats not being the best.
A work in Progress, but completed for the most part.


Interested in joining, one thing I must note however is that the discord invite link does not seem to be working at the moment.



Park Eun-Oh

Dirty Alleyway, District 19


Perhaps his footwork wasn't the best. So what?

It did not matter.

Maybe his form was poor, his punch sloppily executed.

It did not matter.

If either was insufficient, then he would blow past them with borrowed strength.

The outcome was determined. By now there was no way for this punch to miss. Perhaps, if the long-haired man had attempted to dodge earlier, or even protected himself with his faux-canine companion, then this hit would not have gone through.

Yet, he frivolously wasted his time instead of taking out a knife.

There was no way for him to know, but there was no way a simple knife would be able to pierce this child's skin. From a young age, he was groomed to succeed his mother as a vessel for spirits. For that, every inch of his body was trained and scoured in holy rites.

As a recognized mudang, it was obvious to any who knew of the traditions of those who follow the way of Mu that a regular knife could not pierce him.

For him to even have reached the noble title of shaman, he would have had to be proficient in the Dance on the Blade. No matter how much he would jump, no matter how much he would ecstatically dance, no blood would be drawn.

It was a critical mistake made on the blonde's part, but an understandable one.

His other mistake, however, was not so easily forgiven.

The moment he attempted to halt the clenched hand that rocketed towards him, was the moment he spelled his doom.

Living up to its name, the [Five Kiloton Punch (500%)], did indeed impart a large amount of force the very moment it made an impact. If it weren't for the preparations made beforehand, then there was no way Ren would have lived through it. Instead, he went flying through the air, mostly unharmed, but not without pain.

Staring in awe of his strength, Park looked down to his right hand, still clenched into a fist.

With a gleeful cry and a victorious pump in the air, he proceeded to pull out of his pocket a cell phone. Though it was out of range from his usual provider, all phones nowadays carried with them the capability to make a call to emergency services.

Quickly dialing 119, the moment the dispatcher answered the phone, they would be greeted with a shrill screech, not one made in pain or distress, but of sheer joy before being regaled by the tales of Park's most victorious conquest over evil.
Can I take an Archer slot?

I have a cool idea that I should have actually made way back before but am now going to make.

Park Eun-Oh

Dirty Alleyway, District 19


Authority exceeding the heavens.

Strength beyond that of 100,000 men.

At the trumpets call, he triumphantly returns. Such was the cry Park silently let out towards the object of his worship. One year ago, on that fateful day, he was enthralled by the tales told of his god, of the wise proverbs spoken by the once man, of the liberator of his country.

That day, he pledged himself to these three things: Duty, Honor, and Country.

For that, he carried within him an oath to accumulate strength, to fulfill his duty, to bring harmony to both physical and spiritual realms. Such was the duty of a shaman, and he proudly carried his mission out.

He would not ignore any injustice, from both the living and the dead, such an act would be an unwashable taint towards his honor. Such a thing would be the dereliction of his own God-given duty.

With pride he will carry on the rites and traditions of his homeland, even in this foreign land, he would advertise the strength of his nation.

So in the face of such an adversary, one who seemed to be drowning in sin, he would not, could not ignore the suffering souls that seemed chained to this realm by the blonde haired man. Such a disturbance must pay, and Park's duty, passed on for generations was always to appease the spirits, to bring peace to both worlds by doing so.

In any other circumstance, a fight between an adolescent young boy and an adult would seem hardly fair. Even in Academy City, where the impossible seems to pervade every corner of this city, there are simply too many things that stack the advantage towards the adults. Experience, height, development, and more make such a fight obvious in the eyes of many.

However, magic was created so the untalented could do the same as those with talent.

Park suddenly ceased his rummaging about, having finally found what he was looking for. Donning a military cap and a pair of aviators, he looked up in response to his object of ire.

And behind that inscrutable pair of aviators, one could see his eyes widen in surprise.

His mouth dropped open in surprise before morphing into an expression of indignation.

"Hey! That's cheating!"

Frown creasing his young face as he stuck a homemade corn cob pipe into his mouth.

"You're supposed to talk for a really long time about how you're a bad guy and stuff when the hero comes in," Park whined "now you ruined everything!"

Seemingly irate and satisfied with his preparations, Park quickly stuffed any item that may have flown out back into his bag before quickly striking multiple poses before settling into a simple stance. Arms crossed and feet at shoulder length, he smirked as he tried to emit from himself an aura of smug superiority.

"My name is Facies 163, Through Discord I bring Harmony"

Once again flashing through a series of childish poses straight out of a sentai show, he ground his feet into the ground, what little muscles he had bulging from the sheer pressure and strength he was pumping into his childish frame.

"Evildoer! The spirits call to me, they wail in agony about your wretched sins, their cries echo through the hallowed streets of this city, screaming of the great injustice done by you!"

Eyes flare up with determination, a fire raging behind the aviators, promising justice for all those wronged souls.

"In the name of Dangun, Sungmo, and Douglas MacArthur, I will punish you!"

The pavement underneath his feet cracked as he launched himself towards the blonde, fist raised to strike.

Within this young child, the very essence of his god lit up. Having consumed his fetish, having gained the essence of Macarthur and placed it within his body, having become a living idol of his god, he gained the 'authority' of his object of worship. For his god, who stood even beyond the Emporer of Japan, the symbol of the unity of this country, and stood at the top of the heavens, MacArthur could be said to be even beyond that of 'God'.

By using the 'authority' given to him, by using the 'strength' of all the men underneath the flag of MacArthur, the weak punch that Park threw, could be compared to the output of a nuclear bomb.

"Take this! Little Boy Smash! 15 Kiloton Punch (500%)!"

Even with such an attack, no serious harm shall come to his opponent. His duty was the bring harmony to both mortal and spiritual realms, not to expand the latter.

Such an act, even with all the sincerity Park could muster, would not deny the comical nature of such an encounter. In effect, it was a replication of the Pyol'sin Gut. Only retribution and pain shall befall the unfortunate blonde as Park appeased the spirits.

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