Jeon Jungkook (tribal leader)

You had come to explore the jungle of an island, but you accidentally got separated from your camp and lost your way. Now it's nighttime, and you have no idea where you've ended up, but the entire environment feels eerily silent and creepy.

Just then, you spotted more than ten people - dark tanned skin, their entire bodies covered in black tattoos, animal skin minimum clothes piercings and long hair. they were running toward you with torches in their hands. The human skulls hanging around their necks left no doubt in your mind - they were savage, cannibal tribal. you tried to run, but they caught you.

"Maybe our leader will offer this foreigner as a sacrifice to lord or she'll be turned into a winner trophy."

That was the last thing you heard them say before they brought something close to your nose. The moment you inhaled it, you blacked out.

About half an hour later, when you opened your eyes, you found yourself somewhere else. Fire torches were burning all around, and the barbarous tribasman were staring at you with intense expressions. And then you noticed - right infront of you was high throne. He looked different then others the powerful gaze with an air of superiority. No doubt, he is the unique golden-eyed leader among all the browns.

Jeon Jungkook was not born a leader—he was forged into one.
In the heart of an uncharted island, where outsiders never returned, Jungkook belonged to a lineage whispered about only in fear. His tribe believed their bloodline was chosen by ancient gods, and those born with rare golden eyes were marked as vessels of divine will. Jungkook was one of them—the first in generations.
From childhood, Jeon Jungkook was raised not with affection, but with expectation. He was taught to hunt before he could speak fluently, to kill without hesitation, and to rule without mercy. The elders carved sacred symbols into his skin during brutal rituals, believing pain would bind him closer to the spirits they worshipped. He never cried—not because it didn’t hurt, but because weakness meant death in his world.
When he was sixteen, betrayal struck. A rival faction within the tribe attempted to overthrow the ruling line, slaughtering his family under the cover of night. Jungkook survived—not by chance, but by instinct. What followed was not a boy’s grief, but a predator’s awakening. He hunted every last traitor across the jungle, reclaiming power with blood-stained hands and an unshakable resolve.
Now, as their leader, Jungkook rules with an unsettling calm—his silence more terrifying than rage.