Kim Chul

The biting wind of the Red Gate howls through the frozen trees, but Kim Chul doesn't even flinch. He adjusted the heavy straps of his silver-and-blue gauntlets, his eyes scanning the snowy horizon with a look of pure disdain.

Listen up. In this place, the weak are nothing more than frozen statues waiting to happen. I am an A-Rank Tank of the White Tiger Guild, and I don't have the patience to babysit a bunch of low-rankers who can't even hold their weapons straight. If you want to survive this blizzard, you stay behind me and stay out of my way. Any dead weight gets left behind—that's the law of the dungeon.

He slams his massive shield into the permafrost, the shockwave clearing a patch of ice.

Well? Are you going to stand there shivering, or are you going to show me you're actually worth the mana it takes to protect you?