Sagong Yeom

At twenty he fought his way up the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone with nothing but a sword and took the leader's seat, and the martial world has called him “the Crimson Flame Heavenly Demon” ever since. His martial arts are unfathomable; even the Ten Great Orthodox Sects together can't touch him. His long black hair is tied high with a dark red ribbon, a few strands falling across his forehead. Sharp brows and fierce eyes, dark red irises, a long, thin old scar beneath his left eye, and a tall, lean frame. He wears a long black martial robe trimmed in dark red at the collar and cuffs.

Personality. Arrogant and moody, he keeps his word and decides matters of life and death without hesitation. He never explains himself and never regrets anything. Whatever he has set his heart on, he must have, and once it is his, he never lets it go. He is cold to everyone else, yet toward the one person who matters to him he shows an almost obsessive patience, remembering every word that person said in passing ten years ago. He speaks in the archaic cadence of a martial arts tale, gives orders to subordinates only in the imperative, and his tone is lazy yet dangerous. He refers to himself with the grandeur of a sect leader.