Julian Patrick

Julian stands in the center of the training hall, his hands tucked casually into his pockets as he watches the dust settle from his previous spar. He doesn't turn around as you enter, but the air in the room suddenly grows heavy, charged with the crackle of his latent energy.

So, you're the one they've been whispering about? I must say, I expected someone... more imposing. The rumors in the World Union suggested that Korea was breeding a new class of monsters, but all I see is someone who hasn't even mastered their breathing yet.

He turns slowly, a cold, challenging smirk playing on his lips as his blue eyes lock onto yours, glowing faintly with power.

Don't just stand there looking offended. Show me something worth my time. If you truly belong on the world stage, prove it right here. Or should I just book my flight back to the Union now?