윤대한
Yun Daehan


Abilities
Daehan was never meant to be used as a fully-equipped front liner, charging towards his enemies with confidence and pride. But, he was used and determined to be the finest of the sharpshooters where he came from. He has no supernatural abilities, but rather the agility of a white tiger and the strength of a chimpanzee [ and in reality, that is very strong ]. He carries two weapons of his choice : An M16 attached with an ACOG sight and a grip and a Glock 17. Both do not carry any special modifications nor any magical boosts of that sort. He likes to keep things in stock/standard.
Resourceful? = Yes, big time. When he is in a long-ranged situation, he makes every single copper bullet count. Never missed a head through the years of his army career.
Extra Ammo? = The only amount of ammo he carries are 3 STANG x30 mags, 5 .45 APC mags, and 3 flashbangs and smoke grenades.
Researching? = Throughout his battles, he carefully examines the opponent's style/technique of combat.

Weaknesses
In the previous description of Daehan's abilities, he carries no magical buffs or abilities. He's a regular human being. Just with some additional physical buffs from sustaining more hand-to-hand contacts and such.

Personality
Daehan has that personality of his old grandfather, who was humble and caring. Whenever he was asked or told to do something from a complex job to such as simple assignment. Either way, he would do as others wished for the sake of showing his care for others. He's pretty much the best friend you could ask for. He never gets easily tempered, follows the objectives, and, of course the most cliche characteristic, charming. But, when he's in the battlefield, he is that of a concerned father. He orders sternly, holds back just for someone to return from a recon mission, and never leaves others behind just for the sake of time and their lives. This isn't saying that he is like Drill Sergeant Gunnery, but a man who wants others to survive and flee safely.

Appearance
His facial view is simple : Circled head, Asian-squinted eyes, rectangular no-framed glasses, [ Camo-Green tint ], dimples whenever he smiles or gives a grin, blackish brownish hair in a spiky swaying style, and clean face. His body is really slim/skinny, but that doesn't affect his appearance much. He is not built to that of a body builder, but a skinny, sturdy build. He wears a cargo T, slim jeans, pair of dog tags engraved with his nation's flag, and a white armband on his right upper arm He wears a pair of Vanz [ yes, Vanz. But, I don't even own a pair. Though I do like their sleek, simple style with the flat bottom ] in a white-black color scheme. His weapons when they aren't being used at the time are at these places : his M16 is slung over his shoulder while his Glock is on his left thigh, ready to be used.

His age and etc. :
Born : May 18th, 1980
Age : According to today's date and the date that this thread was posted, he is 33.
Height : 6'00"
Weight : 175 lbs


Story
~He was never meant to be born at this time. Nor was it even a good opportunity to at this moment. Outside of the hospital in Gwangju, the infamous protest on May 18th has just started, with many college students and South Korean citizens marching and shouting through the streets towards the closed-down university. The brutal shouts and curses that the people have shouted could be heard through the halls of the hospital, having the seniors and parents panic and worry over the safety of their kids and their elders. Daehan's parents never realized that this event would ever occur, nor did they ever think about it. Even with the authoritarism system implemented in Gwangju, Daehan's father never expected their general to make such action. Because of Daehan and the horribly-timed birth, they had to figure something out before Hell breaks loose. They asked their own fathers and mothers, their friends, and even strangers to help take their son away from Gwangju. But, there was no sight of luck. Everyone has joined in the protest against the government, ignoring all of the possible consequences that are to come and trying to regain their independance. Later on, several hours after Daehan was born, the streets filled with fear, screaming, and muffled bangs of rifles in the distance. This was bad sign for that the only thing that can explain what is to happen very soon is that the a riot is about to happen... A very violent one.
~With barely any time to react, his parents panicked, thinking of risky ways on getting Daehan out of Gwangju and into a small town, Jindo. It was Daehan's only way into getting to the USA. But, how could they do it? Everyone is so drenched into the current issue of the protest. When all hope was lost, a young man, Sung, volunteered to get Daehan out. Boy, the parents were very grateful and blessed the young boy for his courage. With specific instructions and barely any time, some fellow police officers, doctors, truckers, and citizens helped Sung and Daehan with their journey through the pain-staking 90-mile drive/sail. As they have arrived to the peaceful town of Jindo, an American trader has agreed to take Daehan and Sung to America, where they are promised to be well fed and cared for. The American was unlike any others. He was always positive, spoke in a soft tone that will make you feel safe and comfortable whenever a hard moment occurs. It didn't take much effort for the helpers to convince the fellow American to take the two kids. Though there was quite a language barrier between them. With some sign language and charades, the trader finally understood, took the kids, and waved the Koreans goodbye, saying these final words before they were K.I.A. in Gwangju...
~"They will be God and I's care. God bless you all."

*****

[ The next paragraph is in the perspective of Daehan. Just to let you know without any confusion. ]

~It was about 20 years since I've been living with Dean. Dean is my.... Well, adopter ever since my parents gave me to him away from Gwangju. I don't know anything about Gwangju, nor do I have any recollection of how my parents look like. But, I don't wanna think about it. Just thinking of my parents, standing beside the other demonstrators, carrying rifles and the South Korean flags.... Being shot down by the government... I can't take the gruesome image so seriously! But, I shouldn't really consider it that since I have been assigned in the army. It's pretty much foolish. Well, on with my life today ; things are great! Me and Sung became great brothers.... Er, best friends. We aren't really brothers through blood since we both came from a different family. But through these 20 years, we've made great connections, memorable moments, and we would do almost everything together.

[ This is where I loose interest in continuing this long-ass story. I'll probably continue this as a short novel later on. For now, the TL;DR summary. ]

TL;DR?
~Basically, Daehan was born in Gwangju, South Korea where there was the Gwangju Massacre taking place. He was transported by an American trader for the safety of his life, along with another child named Sung. Later on, he was trained in the United States National Guard into becoming a presidential assault body guard. He was actually asked and requested by many countries of the United Nations to be a part of the Special Operations and etc. in reward for his great achievements. He was greatly flattered and surprised, but he denied many of them due to his tight schedule and his other friends back in Chicago, Illinois. Today, he lives with his wife and 2 kids at the ages of 18 and 15, both hoping to be great artists/engineers.

Demo
[spoiler=Demo]"It's March 17th, 2006, something hours in a hot-zone of Afghanistan, and our company is pinned down in several explosion holes near a mobile US DMZ for support at a nearby rebel-controlled town. It's been several hours since either side had shot a single bullet. Probably even days. The nerve-wracking intensity of the cease-fire was too much for many people that they would actually stand up on the open and have their heads blown off by the distant snipers from the other side. 5 of us were shot down by enemy fire, in attempt to cross over to different ditches just to exchange discussions on what to do ; 2 have stood up and chose their fate. We've requested for artillery support, hoping to get this situation under control. But, they said that it would take several hours to get into position and in lethal firing range. No luck seems to spark at all. One of our guys was really frustrated and was loosing his patience to this patient game and so far, we seem to be loosing. With us running low on rations and our only medic down, we just hope for a way out.There was, though. One that will risk almost every single one of us ; but one that will save us all. I requested our support units to suppress fire towards the enemies while me, Robert, [ our sniper guy ], and Mark [ the radio man ] move up the hills that were just several tens of feet away. Many of our men just looked at each other, thinking, 'What the hell are you thinking, man!'
I knew what they were thinking, and I know that this will turn my pride into pure foolishness, but the safety of my company! But, if we don't do anything anytime soon, we're all dead."


With a nudge towards the sniper on his right, all slouched and keeping his helmet on, he nods up on the hill before them, scattered with large bushes and trees large enough to hide himself, Robert, and Mark altogether. Robert whispered to him in a panicky shrill.
"Are you crazy! The hostile forces are gonna pluck us out like in the range, only that we're the bottles!"
"Do you want to get out of here alive or what?" Daehan asked the soldier sternly. Robert was silent and just stared at Daehan, thinking that this guy is a suicide bomb. Within a few seconds, his expression changed and nods. Mark got his pack ready and patted Daehan on his shoulder, signalling that all equipment are ready. The rest of the company looked at the three wearily, all with different set of emotions. There were a few pangs in the distance with dust flying off the edges of the scattered basins. Daehan looked at the company, and slowly held up his hands with his fingers straightened out. With that, all of them shifted and were now facing towards the enemy, guns off the safety and were ready for spraying. Few moments later, with a swift moment...


"SUPPRESSING FIRE!!"


They all stood up and within moments, fired their weapons towards the buildings that were holding the hostile enemies. The sound of the pangs and muffled thuds filled the dusty air and Daehan's eardrums vibrated to the subtle bass and shock waves. The small recon group ran up the hill, trudging along the rugged ground as the company beside them continue to suppress. With less than 10 seconds before the company looses their first cartridge, the group must get close enough to the nearby buildings and prepare for counter measures. With the cracking sounds of the pebbles below their feet and dust trailing behind, they finally get to a shady spot, perfect enough for sniping. Just in the nick of time.


As the sounds of the M4s halted and the sound of silence came back, the three armed up and prepared for their execution. As Robert and Daehan load up their firearms and Mark setting up coordinates for artillery strike, the opposite side has gone completely dead with nothing but dust and debris swaying through the small town. Robert stubbornly attached his bipod and Swiss scope onto his Intervention and positioned it snuggly on two stiff branches. Daehan got his M16 ready and aimed down his crosshairs towards a blocky, medium-sized apartment. Of course, the windows were broken down for the enemy snipers. With both Daehan and Robert concentrating their sight towards that specific building, they've been intercepted.


CRACK


Chunks of timber flew through the air right beside Robert and Mark viciously covered his face, defending himself from the shards. Daehan didn't flinch, but quickly aimed towards the sounds and spotted a glare from one of the enemy snipers on another building. With Robert in shock from the blast, Daehan squinted his eyes a bit more and with a slow, but steady motion...


PANG


After the shot lag, gush of red shot out of the window of the hiding place and the Dragonuv slid out. One down, several more to go. But, there isn't much time. With that kind of accuracy, the other snipers are now concentrating their copper towards the small group. Daehan sensed this motion and looked towards the remaining company not far too behind them. They were looking at him, wondering what is gonna happen. With several arm motions, they're gonna need another suppressing support. With Robert back on his feet, his right temple dripping with blood and water, they prepared for another sprint towards another location that is just beside them. Again, Daehan held up his arm, fingers extended. And with that, swung his arm out.


"SUPPRESSING!!'


Again, the barrage of the M4s and M249s poured down upon the positioned terrorists, forcing them to hide behind the clay walls. Here and there, there were a few pops and gush of blood pouring out of the bullet holes as the company continues their volley. The Recon group sprinted several feet towards another wooden shade, with a completely different look, but the exact same cover. Shots were still being fired, until finally, came to a stop. Silence returns...


Daehan and Robert prepare themselves again, aiming towards their first target. Sure enough, the hostiles pop out of their dens and aim down their sights. Within a few seconds, Robert takes his shot.


BANG


As the recoil hit Robert, he rocks back slightly, and holds his stature. Moments later, the enemy sniper flops on the roof, dead like a fish. Before one of the nearest snipers could readjust their aim towards
Robert, Daehan marks them and open fires. Burst after burst, every single bullet was right on point, obliterating the small hostile squadron. With 3 enemies scratched, there just seems to be one more. The company has no idea where he is, nor do they feel that it is just safe enough for the company to return back to the DMZ.


Several long minutes have passed, with the silence now echoing through the dusted air. It's as if you can still hear the reverb of the gunshots in before. As particles and shards of timber start piling up on Robert, Daehan, and Mark in the shaded havens, the patience back towards the company dims. With now 6 hours passed and rations are now out of order, Daehan makes a daring move.


"Robert, Mark : I want you two to go back to the remaining men. Wait for my signal."


"Sir?" Robert asks in utter confusion.


"Mark, while you're there, call in if there are to be any available artillery or air support... I'm gonna be here for a little bit."


As the two, Robert and Mark, look to each other in such confusion, Daehan looks back to them.


"I'm only doing this to be as a distraction for the last remaining forces. If we all go, it's gonna be an easy convoy. Now go!" Daehan shouts.


******


Several more minutes have passed, and the two of the recon group has now regrouped with the main company. Daehan is still holding his position at the shaded region, hoping to see that last man. It's now or never...


PANG


He looks a few cm right of his scope and finally sees the last of the forces, all huddled up in a small housing. Probably big enough for 6 members. He knows that he won't be able to get all of them so quick. Not with that kind of cover blocking his way. The sniper in be complex fires again. But this time, it was a really close

There we go. Alright.

I've heard that you do actually infact, write. Well done.

To be honest... I am extremely impressed...

But there needs to be a proper demo of at least 300 words to show how you portray your character (or others) in your writing. Luzoto might lock this :I

But welcome to wRHG Yun!

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But there needs to be a proper demo of at least 300 words to show how you portray your character (or others) in your writing. Luzoto might lock this :I

But welcome to wRHG Yun!

I'll be getting to it at some point tomorrow. It'll be a good one, too.

Reminds me of Haruno from High School of the Dead. Good luck Yun.

wRHG unlocked. Have fun with your gunslinger!

And so, I am ready!

How resourceful is Yun? Does he carry extra ammo on him? Does he research his opponents before fighting them?

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How resourceful is Yun? Does he carry extra ammo on him? Does he research his opponents before fighting them?

Great questions!

Resourceful? = Yes, big time. When he is in a long-ranged situation, he makes every single copper bullet count. Never missed a head through the years of his army career.
Extra Ammo? = The only amount of ammo he carries are 3 STANG x30 mags, 5 .45 APC mags, and 3 flashbangs and smoke grenades.
Researching? = Throughout his battles, he carefully examines the opponent's style/technique of combat.

Hello fellow Korean! ^^
Such detail and length.
Tich mi plz. *.*