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Sun is a awkward, seemingly unfeeling vampire, the only lust he feels is one of hunger and bloodlust. He bears no armor, nor a sword, rather a veiled hood and cloak, worn out boots, and a fashioned bow. His physique is foreign, an oriental flare not seen in many others in Luachmhar. Every word that comes out of his mouth is strangled with unknowing confusion, his mother tongue nothing like the language spoken in the Isle.
- Height: 5'11''
- Weight: 168lbs.
- Shy, though strong he is unbecoming of others, rather feeling safe by his lonesome than coming out to confront someone, other than with the need to feed.
- Untrusting, through his past experiences, he is general untrusting of others, finding it difficult to understand both others and his own emotions.
- Fidgety, often shy and nervous, when put into an uncomfortable situation he may be overcome with a shaky hand or sudden unneeded breaths.
- Nervous, when in a situation he is not familiar, though used to rough ground, civilization is a foreign thought, interaction a playground he’d rather not experience most of the time.
- Judgmental, whether he realizes it or not, he scrutinizes most if not everyone he comes across, at least the few he does. Feeding is not an issue, though when in a more cordial scenario, it isn’t uncommon for him to jump to conclusions rather quickly, no matter the intention.
Sun Yat-sen was a Chinese farmhand on the coast of Northern Indochina, his family poor and having too many hands to feed, sold him as a ship’s hand though rather than working he quickly fell into a cycle of sickness and ailment. Stowing away and harboring passage, he eventually found himself on the Isle of Luachmhar. Having a decent tolerance to magic and damage, he was quickly bought and snatched up by a Vampire who lurked in the docks at the time. Due to his resilience, he was blessed or rather cursed with the affliction of vampirism, his skin ever pale and always to be the age of twenty-one. The following days turned to months, half a year would pass, his Master, a sadistic man, never shying away at testing the limits of his resiliency to pain and magic. One night, as the breeze picked up and snow laden the ground, he found his opportunity to escape, running fast and hard, into nature.