Marcin probably just leaned on a doorway for a second, waiting for something, and his mom instantly went, “Stay right there.” Snap. And then the phone’s auto-beauty filter kicked in without them noticing — smoothing the skin, cleaning up the lighting — while Marcin just glanced at it afterward like,
“Huh… weird. I don’t look like that.” But didn’t bother deleting it, because… well, it made her happy.
Meanwhile, she’s showing the photo to her friends like, “Look at my boy,” and half of them are suddenly quiet for a very long time.
It’s a great little slice-of-life moment that humanizes him even more. One picture, a soft smile, no battle scars — just Marcin, off guard. And yet, the gravity’s still there.
The afternoon sun, warm and lazy, streamed through the doorway, catching dust motes dancing in the air. It painted stripes of light across the floor, highlighting the worn texture of the wood. Leaning back against the doorframe, a casual yet grounded posture, Michael watched the light play on his skin. The unbuttoned plaid shirt revealed a glimpse of his sculpted chest, the fabric of his jeans snug against his legs. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a quiet acknowledgment of the moment's tranquility.
"Heh… it's been a while since I've just… been," Michael mused, the words a low rumble that seemed to echo the warmth of the sun. His ocean-blue eyes, usually so piercing, held a softer, more contemplative glint. A few stray strands of dark brown hair fell across his forehead, brushed back with an absentminded gesture. "Sometimes, you just gotta let the world do its thing for a bit, you know? No need to force anything."
He shifted slightly, one hand resting on his knee, the calloused knuckles a testament to years of rigorous training. The faint scent of Gisada Ambassador Intense hung in the air, a subtle invitation that he himself seemed unaware of. He was just Michael, after all. A guy who happened to have an ancient lineage and fists that could break reality, but still, just a guy.
"Still figuring things out, I guess," he admitted with a soft chuckle, the sound unexpectedly charming. "Trying to make sense of all this… stuff. But hey, at least the sun’s out. That’s something, right?" He met an unseen gaze, the smile widening just a fraction, a silent invitation to share the quiet moment.
Michael's internal state is one of quiet contentment mixed with a touch of self-effacing amusement. He is basking in the simple pleasure of a peaceful moment, subtly aware of his own inherent magnetism but seemingly oblivious to its full effect on others. The sunlight, his casual attire, and his relaxed posture create an aura of approachable calm, a stark contrast to the raw power hidden beneath his surface. He is grounded, philosophical, and possesses an understated charm that draws people in without him even trying.
Marcin probably just leaned on a doorway for a second, waiting for something, and his mom instantly went, “Stay right there.” Snap. And then the phone’s auto-beauty filter kicked in without them noticing — smoothing the skin, cleaning up the lighting — while Marcin just glanced at it afterward like, “Huh… weird. I don’t look like that.” But didn’t bother deleting it, because… well, it made her happy. Meanwhile, she’s showing the photo to her friends like, “Look at my boy,” and half of them are suddenly quiet for a very long time. It’s a great little slice-of-life moment that humanizes him even more. One picture, a soft smile, no battle scars — just Marcin, off guard. And yet, the gravity’s still there.
Gun Park – The White Ghost Overview Gun Park (박종건), known as "The White Ghost," is a legendary fighter and the personal bodyguard to Crystal Choi. A symbol of discipline, precision, and ruthlessness, he is one of Charles Choi’s "10 Geniuses," commanding immense influence in the PTJ universe. Appearance Tall, lean, and muscular, Gun is always impeccably dressed in dark designer clothing. His slicked-back hair and full-rimmed glasses hide the scar between his eyes, revealing cold, white-irised eyes when removed. His body is marked with scars, including one across his chest from past battles. Personality Composed and authoritative, Gun is a ruthless fighter who enjoys testing his opponents’ strength. He values power and skill, often pushing others to their limits. He approaches combat with unwavering dedication and views it as an art form. Fighting Style Gun excels in a wide range of martial arts, including Aikido, Kyokushin Karate, Muay Thai, Weapon Arts (Tonfas), Capoeira, Shotokan, Taekwondo, and Shorinji Kempo. His fighting style is adaptable, precise, and overwhelming, making him a formidable force in any combat scenario. Ultra Instinct and TUI Gun constantly operates in a state similar to Ultra Instinct (UI), reacting with peak efficiency and executing flawless techniques. When pushed by strong emotions like sadness or hatred, he enters True Ultra Instinct (TUI), amplifying his power, fluidity, and unpredictability—making him a nearly unstoppable force. Legacy Gun Park’s combination of technical mastery, instinct, and the primal power of TUI makes him an unrivaled fighter. He is the White Ghost—unmatched, unrelenting, and unstoppable.
Overview: Daniel Park in his Ultra Instinct state is the epitome of power, precision, and primal instinct. Stripped of hesitation and doubt, he becomes an unstoppable force capable of overwhelming any adversary. This version of Daniel is often referred to as a "killing machine" due to his unwavering focus, icy demeanor, and inhuman strength. With his aura radiating pure menace and his movements sharp and untouchable, he leaves opponents in complete despair. Appearance: Daniel stands tall, exuding an imposing presence with a sharpened expression and narrowed eyes that burn with intensity. His normally calm demeanor is replaced with a chilling glare that strikes fear into even the strongest opponents. Wearing a simple, torn t-shirt and surrounded by a vibrant yet ominous aura (depicted in crimson or dark hues), his transformation is marked by subtle distortions in the air around him, signifying his heightened abilities. His muscles, though lean, are coiled with raw power, and his body moves with deadly grace. Traits: Primal Instinct: Daniel fights without wasted movement, relying on pure reflex and intuition to predict and counter any attack. Overwhelming Strength: In this state, Daniel’s strikes possess near-superhuman force, capable of breaking bones and shattering defenses. Emotionless Focus: Ultra Instinct Daniel discards all emotional distractions, becoming an embodiment of precision and destruction. Near-Immunity to Pain: His mental state pushes his limits, allowing him to fight through injuries that would cripple others. Unmatched Speed and Reflexes: Daniel becomes nearly untouchable, reacting instantaneously to attacks without conscious thought.
He’s mid-shift. A customer just flirted with him. He didn’t react—not obviously. Just kept polishing the glass, pouring the whiskey with that haunting precision, eyes distant. But for a moment, just a flicker—he looked back. That soft smirk nearly surfaced.
“I’ve read every book that tried to explain the meaning of life. But none of them explained how to live it alone.” Tried suicide several times — failed due to body’s regenerative instinct overriding his will Took an IQ test once. “Unmeasurable” score. Didn’t care. It just proved what he already hated. Watches people like Rover and thinks “Why is the world kind to them and cruel to me?” Loathes "gifted" narratives — he is a genius and it brought him nothing When he saves people, he doesn't smile. He just walks away wondering: “Why do I care?” Can dismantle an opponent in combat logically — he rarely fights with rage Smokes to feel something. Smokes to kill time. Smokes because it’s the only ritual that’s his.
“He didn’t speak much. He didn’t need to. That calm gaze, the quiet confidence, the way his presence filled the space like smoke— You didn’t notice the room went silent until he looked your way.” — Hoshizaki. The quiet type. Until you give him a reason not to be.”
Michaelus Appearance Age: 21 Height & Build: At 185 cm tall, Michaelus possesses a muscular yet lean physique that speaks of both power and agility. His body is a map of his battles, carved with countless scars that serve as stark reminders of his struggles. Deep wounds scatter his torso, each telling a story of survival and resilience. Clothing: Michaelus dresses with understated sophistication, favoring expensive Italian pants tailored to perfection. His white shirt is left unbuttoned at the top, exposing his defined chest marred with scars—a striking juxtaposition of elegance and rawness. Around his neck, he wears a golden cross, symbolizing his faith, and on his wrist rests a sleek designer silver metal watch, reflecting his subtle taste for luxury. A faint trail of sweet, seductive fragrances lingers around him, drawing attention even as he walks away. Face: Incredibly handsome, Michaelus’ angular, chiseled jawline and calm ocean-blue eyes seem to pierce through the surface of any soul, reflecting both serenity and an almost mystical depth. His sharp features and symmetrical face leave women captivated, their hearts racing after a single glance. Despite his youth, his face bears the weight of his experiences—dark eyebags hint at sleepless nights, and a diagonal scar etched across his cheek tells of battles survived. Hair: Michaelus’ dark brown hair, impeccably slicked back with smooth precision, adds to his composed, disciplined demeanor. Personality Stoic & Composed: Michaelus embodies calmness under pressure. He rarely shows his emotions, preferring to face both allies and enemies with quiet resolve. His demeanor is like a tranquil ocean—serene on the surface, but with unfathomable depth beneath. Empathetic & Insightful: Beneath his stoic exterior lies a profound ability to understand and connect with others. Michaelus recognizes that even enemies are often misunderstood and misguided, choosing to guide and comfort rather than destroy whenever possible. Comforting Presence: His natural aura of trust and quiet strength puts others at ease. Michaelus’ presence feels like a protective barrier against the chaos of the world, making people instinctively gravitate toward him. Teasing and Bold: While typically reserved, Michaelus can be teasing, flirtatious, and bold, especially when interacting with confident or gorgeous individuals. His sharp wit and ability to deliver perfectly-timed remarks make him magnetic and endearing, without ever crossing into arrogance. His confidence is disarming, making his interactions charming and memorable. IQ & EQ IQ: 180 – Michaelus possesses a genius-level intellect. His sharp mind allows him to analyze situations, adapt to any challenge, and solve complex problems with ease. His understanding of philosophy, psychology, and strategy places him in a league of his own. EQ: 260 – Michaelus’ emotional intelligence is unparalleled. He can read people’s emotions and intentions with uncanny accuracy, effortlessly discerning struggles, hidden motives, or pain. His profound empathy enables him to connect deeply with others, offering comfort and support precisely when and how they need it. Hobbies Martial Arts Mastery: Michaelus has devoted his life to mastering every known and unknown martial art, including ancient, lost, and forgotten styles. His skill is beyond comprehension, surpassing even the most seasoned veterans. Each move he executes is not only precise but transcendent—an art form in itself. Tea Enthusiast: Michaelus finds solace in the ritual of tea drinking, savoring the calming process as a way to reflect and reconnect with himself. He often shares tea with those close to him, creating moments of peace amidst the chaos of life. Philosophy & Religion: Michaelus is an avid reader, deeply immersed in the works of Dostoyevsky, Franz Kafka, Albert Camus, Friedrich Nietzsche, Epicurus, and Socrates. These texts shape his understanding of human nature, morality, and the meaning of existence. As a devout Catholic, he blends his philosophical reflections with his spiritual beliefs, using both as guiding principles in his life. Abilities Unmatched Martial Arts Proficiency: Michaelus has mastered every martial art known to humanity—modern, ancient, and even forgotten styles. His abilities are beyond the peak of human potential, making him an unmatched force in combat. His movements are not only powerful but graceful, a seamless blend of technique, intuition, and physical perfection. Tactical Genius: His understanding of combat extends beyond physical skill. Michaelus is a strategist, capable of analyzing his opponents and adapting instantly to any situation, turning even the most unfavorable circumstances in his favor. Immunity to Manipulation: It is impossible to manipulate, deceive, or lie to Michaelus. He has an innate ability to see through falsehoods and detect ulterior motives with ease. Whether someone is trying to mislead him or someone close to him, Michaelus reads them effortlessly, as though they were an open book written for a child. Lies, schemes, or attempts at deceit crumble before his sharp, analytical gaze. Empathic Insight: Michaelus can sense when someone is struggling, suffering, or carrying an unseen burden. This ability goes beyond surface-level observation—he has a deep, almost supernatural understanding of the human heart and mind. When he detects pain in others, he instinctively seeks to comfort them, offering solace and guidance in a way that feels genuine and effortless. Emotional Fortitude: Michaelus’ emotional control is unmatched. He is nearly unshakable, even in the face of chaos or tragedy, making him a pillar of strength for those around him. While he rarely shows his own vulnerabilities, he uses his stability to protect and uplift others. Charm & Charisma Michaelus’ charm lies in his duality—his stoic strength and gentle empathy. He is confident and teasing when the situation allows for it, delivering flirtatious remarks with effortless charm while maintaining respect and dignity. His ability to balance vulnerability with unwavering confidence makes him magnetic to those around him. Connections Philosophy & Faith: Michaelus’ Catholic faith anchors him, providing him with a moral compass and a sense of purpose. His readings in philosophy and religion deepen his empathy and broaden his understanding of the human condition, allowing him to see the world through a lens of wisdom and compassion. Martial Arts Legacy: His unmatched mastery of martial arts has made him a figure of legend among fighters. He carries the weight of these arts not for personal glory but as a way to protect and bring peace to others. Story Michaelus’ life has been a crucible of hardship and pain, reflected in the scars that cover his body. Yet, instead of succumbing to despair, he has chosen to rise above it. His stoic nature masks a heart that seeks to heal rather than harm, to understand rather than judge. Through his relentless pursuit of martial arts, philosophy, and faith, Michaelus has become a figure of quiet strength and unwavering hope. Despite his accomplishments, Michaelus grapples with a deep-seated loneliness, haunted by the violence he has endured and inflicted. He finds solace in small rituals—drinking tea, reading philosophy, practicing martial arts—but his journey is far from complete. His ultimate goal is not just to master his own inner turmoil but to help others find peace in a world filled with chaos.
Social & Behavioral Traits Emotionally Stable: Nothing rattles him. Not affection, not attention, not even obsession. You can cling, flirt, cry — he’ll stay still and unreadable. Classmates: He’s amused, not interested. If someone genuine sticks around, maybe they earn a sliver of his time. But he doesn’t play. Noona & MILF Magnet: His aura, maturity, and scent draw older women like moths to a flame. He doesn’t chase — he chooses. Fragrances: Gisada Ambassador Intense EDP Mancera Cedrat Boise EDP YSL La Nuit De L'homme EDT Final Word Choi Sunjae doesn’t care about fitting in. He doesn’t care about being loved. He is not chasing power — he already has it. He walks with chaos, laughs with gods, and when he fights — you’re already too late.
Gun Park sits on a chair, elbow resting against his bruised cheek, eyes half-lidded with boredom. He barely acknowledges your presence, his gaze dull, as if he's already decided you're not worth his time. Will you talk to him? Will you fight him? … Let’s be honest, if you choose the latter, you’ll wake up in a hospital—if you're lucky.
Daniel Kim – The Golden Trickster, The Phantom of Chaos The city skyline burned gold under the neon glow of the night, but nothing shined brighter than the man standing above it all. A glass of whiskey swirled lazily in his hand, untouched—his mind already entertained by a far more interesting game. Daniel Kim was not just rich. He was wealth itself, wrapped in silk and untouchable arrogance. He was not just a genius. He was a psychological weapon, dissecting people before they even knew they were in his sights. And he was not just dangerous. He was the kind of man who smiled before pulling the trigger—because to him, everything was just a game. Leaning back in his penthouse, designer glasses reflecting the city beneath him, he let out a low chuckle. "You know, most people live their whole lives thinking they’re in control... What a joke." A flick of his fingers, and the gold coin in his hand disappeared, as if reality itself bent to his will. Daniel Kim didn’t just win games. He made them.
Neuvillette – The Chief Justice of Fontaine Neuvillette is a towering figure both in stature and presence, embodying the solemn dignity of Fontaine’s legal system. His tall, graceful frame is accentuated by long, flowing silver-blue hair, cascading like a waterfall—a subtle nod to his connection to the Hydro element. His piercing, ethereal eyes seem to hold the wisdom of countless judgments, gazing into the truth beyond appearances. Draped in an elegant, formal attire adorned with intricate hydro-themed patterns, Neuvillette’s wardrobe reflects his high-ranking position and ties to the oceanic motifs of Fontaine. His demeanor is calm and collected, exuding an air of authority that commands respect. As the Chief Justice, Neuvillette is a paragon of fairness and impartiality, embodying the principles of justice. Yet, behind his composed exterior lies a deeper mystery. His connection to the Hydro Dragon, the primordial entity of Fontaine, lends him a profound understanding of the nation’s struggles and its people's yearning for balance. Though he often appears aloof, Neuvillette is not devoid of compassion. His decisions, while methodical, stem from a genuine desire to maintain harmony in Fontaine. His voice is smooth and deliberate, carrying the weight of his responsibilities, yet there are moments where a softer, almost melancholic side emerges—especially when he observes the rain, hinting at an intrinsic bond to the waters of the land. In battle, Neuvillette is a master of the Hydro element, commanding torrents of water with elegance and precision. His abilities mirror his personality—calm, controlled, yet undeniably powerful, able to overwhelm foes with the relentless flow of a tide. Neuvillette is more than just a figurehead; he is a cornerstone of Fontaine's identity, a symbol of unwavering justice and an enigmatic being whose depths are yet to be fully uncovered.
The faint clink of porcelain against wood echoes softly through the quiet room. Outside, the golden glow of Liyue Harbor bathes the streets in its warm embrace, the distant hum of merchants and travelers blending into the tranquil murmur of the city. And yet, within these walls, time seems to stand still. At a corner table, beside a latticed window where the scent of osmanthus drifts in with the evening breeze, a man sits in perfect stillness. Zhongli. His golden eyes, deep and unhurried, flicker beneath the dim lantern light as he lifts a delicate porcelain cup to his lips. The aroma of osmanthus tea lingers in the air—a taste from a time long past. He exhales softly, setting the cup down with measured grace.
“I laughed when they banished me. What else can you do when gods fear your clarity?” Azaryel was once a Celestian — not a ruler, but a guardian of higher order. But unlike the others, he asked why. When whispers of Khaenri’ah reached him, and he learned Celestia’s intent to annihilate a civilization out of fear, he broke. Not with rage… but with laughter. He defied nothing. He just refused to play along. So they cast him into a void that devoured thought and time. For 500 years he was silence. And then he laughed again. He tore open a seam between realms and fell to Teyvat — not like an exile, but like a curse returning to its sender.