This martial arts master has tattoos in classic oriental style spreading from the top of his neck to the bottom of his feet. A descendant of the once-great Kyung Clan, decimated by the three major families of Japan. He travels now in a singlet, and thick dress slacks along with a pair of oriental swords, one katana and wakizashi. The other permanent addition is to his face, a large shit-eating grin from ear-to-ear.
Sang screamed as he quickly grabbed the revolver off the table and repeatedly pressed the trigger down, he swore there was a bullet in every chamber as the clicks screeched into the night. Suicide was not an option, and he decided on one thing; Fleeing.