Doctor of Doctors App- Kim Eun Hwan

Soo... sorry for the app spam but I needed to get these done ahaha

HOPEFULLY I HAVEN'T FORGOTTEN ANYTHING

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Name: Kim Eun Hwan
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 180 lbs
Rank: Member
Country: Korea

Level: 0
Status Points:
Attack: 5 || Defense: 4
Health: 4 || Speed: 2

Personality Offline:
Though he likes to make it known that he's no beta, he works well with others, and is always up for a good time. He's headstrong and carefree, usually inviting to others and easy to get get along with. Of course, there's always the king he's likey to butt heads with, but holding a grudge is rare for him. His soft spot is his clothes and hair. Mess with anything and he'll get you back in a heartbeat. He has a strong sense of masculinity, and won't let another show him up. When he set's a goal, he achieve it or die trying.

Personality Online:
For the most part, he's the same obnoxious guy, with a little more sense of justice and courage thrown in the mix. Once online, he feels and understands the duty he's to serve.

Weapon:
Two interlocking steel knives. One, angled with a portion of it's blade serated. The other, simply curved. They work well by themselves, but are better balanced and more easily used when connected to each other. They join using a simple clip to join hilts and a locking system located on the base of the curved blade.
Ref: sta.sh/0wwc9rgdzcs
(think Cloud's buster sword from Final Fantasy VII: Advent Children //ming)

Fighting Style:
Despite having his knife, he prefers fighting hand to hand, how he learned to fight growing up.
When he does decide to use his knife, he prefers brutal, heavy slashes, as it is not best optimized for swift dispatching. If he so needs to, he can throw them somewhat accurately when detatched from themselves.

Likes:
Soda
Nice clothes
Bright colors
Snow
Girls eheh
Citrus


Dislikes:
His hair being messed up
Rain
Waiting
Small animals
Cheap materials
Melee combat
Mud

History:
Eun Hwan was an average kid living in the big city, in every way but how he ran his life. He lived by the rules of the streets, running with a group of misfits who were mostly older than him. He grew up tough and strong, gaining an expensive taste in fashion as he and his gang 'earned' the money to feed his greed. Though he was nothing short of the normal member, he was respected withing their group. He loved this life, and rather enjoyed it more than having everything directly handed to him, as it would have been if he spent more time home.
On a night drilling with rain, his life was turned around when he and his crew were busted during an escape, involving a couple broken windows and a few emptied shelves. Unlike the others, Eun Hwan resisted the police trying to arrest him. Whenever he attempts to thinks back to this night, the only result is a foggy feeling and a throbbing headache.
He does remember, though, how he woke up. A man, a good thirty or so years older than he, stood over him, watching carefully as the boy awoke, confused and fearful. He sat up in his new bed, wincing from the pain in his flank. When he uncovered the area, he found an odd sort of hole, his plug in.

"Hey, geezer, what the hell is this? Where the hell am I?" He snarled at the man.
"In time, boy, you'll learn. And time moves swiftly, at that." Despite Eun Hwan's hostility, the man was smiling calmly.
"Tch..."

He wasn't sure where the man lived, in his little house in the country, but it surely wasn't his city. He had little hope of getting back any time soon, and even at his age, he understood that fact. From there, he lived with the man for the few years they had together, never much caring for him, but he provided food and shelter, and that was enough. The day the man left without a trace, leaving a note simply labeled 'in time' atop a laptop and cord, was the day Eun Hwan finally left to seek out his old life. He took his time, and eventually made it back to his streets.

His first order of buisiness was to buy some new fly threads. What he found instead were just the people he needed to teach him why he was different.

Additional Info:
Ho boy do not touch the threads, I repeat, do not touch those threads