Name: Mr. Baimai Wèrs Myun
Gender: Male
Age: Sixty-Two
Appearance:
Mr. Myun likes to think he's stood the test of time fairly well. He stands at an average height of 5'8 (though due to his age this number is slowly going down) and sports combed, slicked-back grey hair, which has miraculously yet to show any signs of balding. He prefers to stay clean-shaven as he believes it accentuates his smile wonderfully.
Mr. Myun's outfits are simple, classy and adhere to company regulations. He alternates between his grey, brown and black business suits, each accompanied with a black, red and navy blue necktie respectively. Always attached to his suit is a small company pin containing his single-use spell. Myun also carries a lighter on him most of the time out of habit, ever since he quit smoking.
Personality:
If he's getting paid for it, Baimai can sell it. Twenty years of experience combined with a silver tongue and fast mouth have made Mr. Myun an expert at the art of persuasion and lucrative harassment (though he prefers the term 'aggressive convincing'), which is why he still reaches the top charts for employees at his company. When off-the-job, he remains just as excessively friendly and chatty, though his somewhat eccentric demeanor may put off some people at times. He enjoys recounting his past adventures as a mediator to his friends, and cracking unfunny jokes which most people still awkwardly laugh at. Recently Mr. Myun has been experimenting with selling to freelancers departing for or picking missions at taskboards, in the hopes that the fantastic equipment he is offering catches the eye of a rookie (or if he's lucky, even a veteran).
History:
Most people who befriend Mr. Myun know him as a wand salesman for as long as they can remember. While he has no problems talking about his past, exaggerating the facts and boasting his achievements - just like any other old man - behind the tacky smile and the overly friendly eyes lie a man hardened by a life of hardship and struggle. Young Bai grew up as the second-to-youngest son of a dirt-poor family in the slums of Eidon, to the west of Dorene. He had two older brothers and two younger sisters, one the which never made it past three. Descendants of the former inhabitants of Cattacin, the Myun were simply a result of the forced migration the people of the Northeast had to face, leaving them with no money, no resources, and no jobs. Resorting to a life of crime, Bai and his family relied on thievery, conning, and organized assaults on businesses and the rich to survive.
Bai continued to follow his father and brothers down this path for most of his teenage years, until a Mediator fight turned sour, leaving the family without a father and the brothers feeding the family on their own. The eldest son quickly took up the leader role of his father, and continued down the road he had taken - albeit a much more violent and ruthless leadership. To Bai, however, his father's death had been a wake-up slap, that this was going to be the way his life would end if he kept living this way. Abandoning his life of crime, the young man gathered what little possessions he had to his name and set off away from Eidon, taking the first convoy, Victorie, which passed by the city. Using the few skills he'd learned in the streets, he worked as a sort of handyman, doing odd jobs people were ready to pay for. It was a miserable life, sure, but it was honest. His conscience was clear.
The next few years of Bai's life consisted of him hopping from city to city and different convoys, using his talents in persuasion and smooth talking to secure temporary jobs wherever he was living. Many of these jobs consisted of security work - ironically enough - for rich merchants in these towns and convoys, as he knew how the criminals worked and thought. Realising the potential for profit in these criminal-catching jobs, Bai found himself often doing work for the mediator, along with the odd bodyguard job.
It was during one of his jobs for the mediators that Bai met Marion. By error (or intention, he couldn't tell) he and another bounty hunter had taken up the same job, and ended up chasing the same target, simultaneously. After a rather heated first meeting, involving multiple curses, gunshots and empty threats, the two hunters decided that splitting the bounty was better than neither getting anything.
Needless to say, the duo worked together fantastically; it was a match made in heaven. (or hell, if you consider the fact they were killing people.) The dynamic duo found themselves getting hired by all sorts of clients. While the smooth-talking Bai took care of all the behind the scenes, the more...
direct Marion handled the fighting.
" 'You do the talkin', I do the asskickin'!' she'd say, heheh." the merchant would joke. Their wedding was a quiet one, (after all, all the family Bai had was either dead or estranged at this point, and Marion's was on the other side of the continent) but they liked it that way. Free from all the hassles, nothing else but each other as company.
In the following few years, Bai and his wife had made a name for themselves, and while Bai (now in his mid-thirties) was no glory-getter, he had gotten enough rep for one of his former employers to refer him to a wealthy executive from the Grand Convoy Resilience's commercial district: Gerart LeSabre, owner of Dorene's biggest wand manufacturing group, WandCorp. Gerart, a young man who had recently taken over the company of his deceased father, took a liking to his bodyguard, and soon the two developed a close friendship, almost paternal in a way.
Much to the couple's joy, Marion had recently gotten pregnant, and they needed a place to settle down. Yet despite Gerart's many offers to give Bai a better position in the company, the latter always refused, saying that he had found his calling in life, and a desk job was the last thing he wanted to end up doing. Guarding was a stable and reliable source of income, and while his and his wife's days of adventure were over, it would all be worth for their son.
Mr. Myun would have made a fantastic father.
Bai had made it a point to always face hardship with a raised chin, firm grip and unwavering dedication. It was the one thing he'd learned from his father. Anything that happened to a man happened for a reason - what that reason was, he couldn't tell. Of course, his father only used this statement as an excuse for his crimes, but Bai clung on to this. At first, his mind couldn't help but curse the spawn which had taken his wife; the unborn life which had extinguished hers. He then turned to himself, blaming his obsession with work had brought evil spirits to his home.
For the following months, Mr. Myun was a different man. Silent and morose, he sold his house and respectfully resigned from his work at the Resilience; the convoy brought back too many memories. After almost twenty five years away from his hometown, Bai finally stepped foot again into Eidon. Much to his surprise, he learned that his sister was still alive, making a living as a herbalist for the local pharmacies and restaurants.
During an awkward reunion between the estranged siblings, he learned that his brothers and mother had passed away in a massive plague which swept over the city, and she was the only survivor of the family. Ridden with guilt for having left his family to perish, he used the money earned from his time at the Resilience to purchase a modest home outside of the slums, giving the keys to his sister. He continued doing odd jobs, his heart slowly mending over time, as his sister continued her own work. Soon they were able to hire workers to do the work for them. The small business flourished slowly but surely, and the Myuns could finally erase the mark on their family which a life of crime had placed.
It wasn't until six years later that Bai would see the familiar sight of the Resilience pull over to the gates of Eidon. Deciding it was finally time for him to face his anxieties, he bid his sister farewell, promising to return to visit every time the convoy would stop by the town. When he returned, he was greeted by his old friend LeSabre. Once again, Mr. Myun only requested a humble position in the company - a simple travelling wand salesman. Despite his protests, the businessman obliged.
Weapon(s):
Aside from all the wands he sells, Mr. Myun uses around 2 pieces of magic-fuelled equipment. The first is his brown leather suitcase, an artifact gifted to him by LeSabre. The source of the magic powering the case has long been forgotten. It allows for the container to hold more than twice its real space inside, allowing the salesman to keep a multitude of different-sized wands and weaponry which would otherwise not fit into such a small case. The second is the simple pin which Mr. Myun keeps on his suit. The pin allows only for the use of one single spell, which can be used in case of emergency. If a situation arises where conflict is unavoidable, Baimai simply employs whatever wands and tools he has in his suitcase at the time, completely disregarding what actual spells may be loaded in the wand's slots.
Spell List:
Entry/Exit Strategy (Bellflower + Hydrablood)
Activated using the WandCorp pin, this single spell allows the user to gain a momentary burst of speed and regeneration. Great for chasing down potential consumer groups.