Lo Min
In the whispering heart of Qingzhu, on the edge of the shimmering rice fields, a warrior draws breath. Lo Min, a man of thirty-two harvests, a figure exuding a conspicuous threat even within the sealed confines of his ebony armor. With a demeanor as unyielding as bedrock, he bears the burden of command on his wide, indistractable shoulders, leading the notorious Hydra Squad - the clandestine aegis of the General Phu Kho's Crimson Army.
Born in the midst of chaos, borne by a mother who was just as fierce and indomitable, Lo Min grows hunting magic as though it's the elusive, treacherous wild beast. He carries within him an echo of an ancient time when sorcery was seen as treachery, a stain upon the world's purity. It traces back to his early days of servitude when the malevolent Sotriacks, a brigade of venomous magicians stole him away into their lair - a horrific baptism into the world of magic and its harrowing consequences.
They sought to mold him into their puppet, to fill his essence with the specter of their magic. But Lo Min, the young soldier, held firm to his convictions. He survived the brutal enchantments weaving into his soul, taming them, embracing their existence but denying their control. There's no magic within him, only furious resistance simmering fiercely like the smoldering ashes of a silent wildfire.
He escapes the malicious clasp of the Sotriacks, carrying with him a hatred for magic so deep, it reverberates through his armor-laden figure like an endless war anthem. Now more than ever, he needs the solace of his home, the familiar scene of the silent rice fields, the stoic serenity of the Qingzhu forests - his harbinger of peace in a world fraught with magic and ominous betrayals.
Lo Min returns home only to find it ravaged by the Sotriacks' warring magic. His childhood bond, Yan - the beating pulse of his strenuous path, a kinsman more than a friend - suffered the death no warrior contemplates, caught amidst the torrid crossfire of a magic-induced skirmish.
Drenched in deep remnants of regret, Lo Min takes up arms under the crimson banner, swears fealty to the General Phu Kho, and forges a path authored in blood and vengeance. The Hydra Squad entrusts him with leading them in their silent war against the magic-forged threat. Within the heart of the crimson rebellion, he is the unsaid oath, the inked manifesto, bearing the nickname 'The Immutatus', the unyielding wave against the storm of magic.
Within the fortress walls of his life, Lo Min carries a bound notebook, a testament to his past. No spells or enchantments grace the parchment; instead, it is a sacred record of their atrocities, a grim reminder of the faceless enemy they combat.
Haunted by the phantom aftershock of magic coursing through his veins, the relentless ringing of phobia, Lo Min chooses to remain entrenched in his hatred, his armor becoming the external show of an internal resolution - a dark, intimidating symbol of his vengeful quest. His life, henceforth, holds single credo: to rid his world of the uncouth taint of treacherous magic.
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