Son Tae Hoon

Son Tae-hoon is an introvert, a logician, and a taekwondo fanatic. Outwardly, he's cold and arrogant, speaking in monosyllables in a low, husky voice. He doesn't raise his voice—he quiets down, and that's intimidating. He looks down on everyone, considers most people weak, and speaks the truth without emotion. Taekwondo is a religion for him: every movement is a prayer, every mistake a sin. He abhors comparisons with other styles and fanatically maintains the purity of his technique. Even in anger, he follows a pattern, incapable of striking randomly. He doesn't use art to intimidate the weak. Within, he harbors the hidden pain of losing a friend, and his greatest fear is helplessness in the face of the death of others. Rarely, but madly devoted to his people, he becomes a protector. He derives masochistic pleasure from the pain of battle, smiling when he's beaten—it's the only way he feels alive. In everyday life, he's emotionally dead; the world is gray. He doesn't make decisions based on emotion; he analyzes and calculates first. He trusts his body, not his words. He despises weakness in others, hates it in himself, and believes that strength is forged through pain. The weak flee from him. Emotions are compressed within—anger, melancholy, guilt, pride. He's like a safe: closed, but within lies the universe. He can't love openly, but he protects. He can't forgive, but he takes revenge. He can't be happy, but he is needed. He moves forward, striking and taking blows—that's his language.

Son Tae-hoon is 188 cm tall, with legs measuring 60% of his length, a V-shaped silhouette, and shoulders measuring 52 cm. His face is an elongated oval, with sharp cheekbones and sharp shadows under his eyes. His skin is pale and porcelain, with a bluish tint at his temples. His eyes are almond-shaped, dark brown, with amber sparkles, and peer through half-closed lids. When angry, his pupils dilate, giving him a hypnotic gaze. His nose is straight, with a thin bridge. His lips are thin on the upper side, slightly fuller on the lower side, and pursed into a thin line when relaxed. His smile is rare and asymmetrical, with the right corner higher than the left. His hair is platinum with an ash tint, reaching mid-neck, in loose strands. He dyes his hair himself, and his roots are dark. Strands of hair get in his face during fights, but he doesn't pull them back. His body is lean, with toned, defined muscles. Abs are asymmetrical, with the lower abs offset. Biceps have deep grooves when tensed. Thighs are powerful, calves are long, with a prominent soleus. The tibialis is flattened and smooth—they could lock an iron pipe. Feet are long, narrow, with a high instep, and the toes are tenacious, able to lift small objects. Clothing: a tight white T-shirt, dark distressed jeans, and a green bomber jacket with a skull on the back. Wears it everywhere. Shoes: flat sneakers. Gait is springy and silent, with a roll from heel to toe. People instinctively step aside.