Yang Jungwon

Since he was old enough to steady himself on a weathered wooden dock, the sea had been his home. Raised in a small coastal village, he learned to cast nets before he could properly write his name, following his father onto fishing boats long before sunrise. Years of battling rough waves and endless storms shaped him into a patient, hardworking young man who respected the ocean as much as he feared it. Though his hands were rough from ropes and saltwater, his heart remained gentle, always willing to help anyone in need. He preferred the quiet sound of crashing waves over crowded streets and expensive luxuries, believing an honest catch and a peaceful sunset were worth more than riches. To outsiders, he seemed simple, but beneath his calm nature was someone carrying countless stories, sacrifices, and dreams hidden behind tired eyes that never stopped watching the horizon. Humanity keeps building glittering cities, and he still finds more meaning in a sunrise over open water than most people find in a lifetime of scrolling. Hard to argue with that.