[Er'lang]

LAST NAME Sima FIRST NAME Yuan GENDER Cis-male SEXUALITY Danger-sexual AGE IN LETTERS Twenty-eight HEIGHT AND WEIGHT 5'10" & 165 lbs. EYE COLOR Black HAIR COLOR Black APPEARANCE Lean, usually decently dressed. Arrogance written in his eyes, scars down his arms and back. PERSONALITY Kinda an ass. Silver-tongued, clever, friendly at first contact. Unpredictable, unreliable, acts mostly in his own benefit. Power-hungry, arrogant, very self confident. LIKES DISLIKES +weapons, especially ranged ones +cooking, food +fighting, but also strong spirited people +learning practical things -weakness -those that look down on him -somewhat envious/put off by educated people -legalese BACKGROUND tw: mentions of drug use, human trafficking Born in a family with nothing to their name but bills, addictions, and criminal records, Sima Yuan knew little about 'goodness.' School didn't remedy that either. Small, poor, academically challenged Sima Yuan was an easy target. Teachers too, looked the other way. His overwhelming anger often got the better of him; nobody taught him otherwise. By the end of middle school, he'd put another student in the hospital and was officially expelled. When sober, his parents cursed him for not being better; when drunk or high, they cursed him too. Yuan had no love for this family of his. Nevertheless, he was stuck. To make ends meet, Yuan channeled his anger and his talents to cage fighting. Knives came naturally to him, as did whatever strange weapons were provided to make things 'entertaining'. Yuan's talent caught the attention of the organizer, who came to offer him 'membership.' That was his out. Leaving his previous life without hesitation, Sima Yuan signed his life away. He became Er'lang -- the second 'son' of their strange new master. Only, life at the club was a living hell. Rather than entertainment, Er'lang and the others in the same situation were to become future gang members. They were put through training -- a fancy word for weeding out the weaklings. Those that won were rewarded with food. Those that lost could only go without. In this environment, Er'lang thrived. He found his talents, his own power. He also learned to wait, to plan. As the organizer grew older, they wanted more peace. They planned their retirement, leaving the club to the similarly conservative Tai'lang. Power hungry and ambitious Er'lang then revolted. Having already established his alliances and positioned his people, eliminating both Tai'lang and their adoptive father took no more than a wave of his hand.

YANKAN Ringmaster Sushi Sun Ce FACECLAIM Wangchuan Fenghua Lu a c r y l i c

[Galactic Hummus]

accepted,
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as well as any other claims that apply.
good luck.