Kingsman the secret service- origins
Elyan the white
(Chapter one)
In hindsight, the amount of jitters she had had at the first measuring and fitting of her acceptance suit was exaggerated. She was not afraid they'd tell her that they have been mistaken, and that indeed, that prick John had been a better choice, no. She had no premonitions about her worth, or about her capability. She had been measure, her worth had been calculated and she had been found fitting.
She stood in fitting room number one, in which she'd officially "pop her cherry", she had enough dignity to be embarrassed at first while her patron and mentor, Bors, had smiled mischievously. She was alone now in the small wood paneled room, standing in front of a tall mirror. Some of her shame and embarrassment had long since dissipated while training, one could not stay modest for long while being force to squeeze the lemon in a shared quarters with boys. She had heard enough and had seen enough to last her a lifetime. They all had gradually lost track of propriety and settled with feeling comfortable at those small, confining quarters. She let herself smile at her reflection. She came out a winner, like she had told John after he had seen fit to try and harass her, her sex would not be an obstacle.
The woman staring back at her was almost unrecognizable. She had thought a year ago that she had been fit, but boy, did she find out what truly fit meant. Now, the stranger in the mirror was all angular lines and firm muscles, her eyes looked bigger, greener to her in a suddenly serious face, and her hair, now dyed brown and tamed to submission,laying in neat rivulets down her back made her look completely different from the face she had seen in the mirror her whole life. A sharp knock on the door brought her out of her musing, "Are you done ogling your arse now, Elyan?" Asked Bros, his deep voice sliding around her new name was a small victory.
"Well, excuse me, it's hard to stop with this lovely sight." She said, opening the wooden door, looking at her mentor with a sense of giddy anticipation. "Isn't it a beauty?"
She took a step forward slowly, a small thrill of satisfaction raced through her at the soft 'clack' and 'click' of her lovely Oxford shoes.
"It is an excellent breech indeed-" He laughed.
"I meant the suit, Bors."
"So did I." His eyebrow arched.
Her smile was catching as it was now reflected on Bors's face as well, folding little crow's feet next to his eyes. Elyan brushed a stray lock of brown hair behind her ear, suddenly feeling conscious of herself. Bors put both hands on her shoulders, fixing the seam placement at her shoulders so it would sit just so, completely missing the small grimace of pain that had blossomed on Elyan's face and was immediately shoved under a blank mask.
He took a step back, motioning the man who stood watching behind the cash register to come. He was a young man of about Elyan's own age,with a sense of sharpness to his entire visage, down from his smart suit and up to his keen eyes and high cheek bones. In his hands was an elegant black box, the Kingsman emblem depicted in gold leaf delicately on the lid. The suit had been lovely, but the sleek Glock 18 laying on velvet inside the box was true beauty. Her hand almost reached forward on its own violation before she stopped, "May I?" She asked, and Bors just nodded his head. It was in her hand in less then a heartbeat, sliding in her hands as she examined it with practiced moves, It was still new and stiff, the spring still arduous, but it was like a wild horse, still unbroken for the saddle. Bors took a step toward her, picking up a leather holster that had lain in the box, momentarily forgotten, attaching it to her elegant belt with a smile, then going on one knee, brandishing a long combat knife from thin air, strapping it to her left calf.
"Now, you are a proper Kingsman," He said, warmth lacing his tone as he braced her, "Or will it be a kingslady for you?"
"Get me an Arctic Warfare L118A1 with a folding stock, and I'll be whatever you want me to be."
Looking at her Bremont wristwatch, Elyan concluded it was better to be early rather then late. Bors was out, still recovering from a lucky shot a man with a hunting knife managed to land on him, luckily hitting only muscles. It was satisfying to know Her own bullet spilled his brains on the ground a moment after, yet it still aggravated her Bors had ordered her to hold her fire. She had had a clean shot, but orders were orders and Elyan had been taught to take them.
Her meticulously clean Oxfords clacked lightly as she climbed up the stairs, her hand latching lightly onto the rails as fatigue and jet-leg still lingered deep in her. She was fresh off the airplane, after a year-long mission in Saudi Arabia as her tan skin suggested. It felt surprisingly weird to be without a hijab, and back in her clean well tailored outfit or rather without the constant tension and adrenaline. Soon the incident in Mecca floated to the top of her mind and weariness took her swiftly. The incident was not of their own work, but knowing that quicker work could have stopped the riots, nay, the massacre of four hundred people lay heavily on Elyan's shoulders. Bors had been angry to hear those thoughts and had called her on her vanity, not everything that happened on a mission had immediate connection to her.
It was hurtful to hear it at first from her mentor and friend, but it was true none the less and she tried not to feel guilty about the incident. She knew that some days the handgun on her hip and the knife at her shin felt heavier then a mountain, and some days she felt lighter the a feather. She was decidedly not lighter then a feather as she took a turn and collided head first into what felt like a brick wall. Tottering on the edge of the stairs, her descend backwards came to her with the frightened realization that to avoid breaking her limbs she'd have to drop her bag, and in said bag, or rather in said case lay her precious L118A1. She'd rather break a leg then harm it.
All thought of breaking bones halted as two strong hands stopped her tottering, apparently belonging to the man built like a solid brick wall.
"All right?" he asked in a deep voice while Elyan put her mind and suit back together properly.
"Peachy," She said tiredly, "Thank you."
She looked the new stranger up and down for a moment, trying to think why he looked familiar. The man looked down at her, which at her 180 centimeters she found incredibly ridiculous. He was all straight lines and angles, his nose straight and sharp, with two keen brown eyes that looked at her with concern. Why did his face look familiar? She had been away for a year, whisked away to the call of arms by Bros almost less then a week after receiving her suit and firearms. Why would she know him? She barely knew anybody.
She turned left to let the stranger pass right at the moment he too stepped left, and stepped right as he did too. Her cheeks colored and they looked at each other, she raising a bashfully amused eyebrow, and he saying "Sorry" with a smile.
"After you." He said, moving to the left, indicating her passage with his arm. How quaint of him Elyan thought rather dryly, but stepped forward none the less."thank you" She said quickly, and hurried away down the hallway, missing the look that had lingered on her. She felt that as first impressions go, this was was slightly botched.
She spotted the door numbered fourteen and entered it holding a sigh. She did not want tea now, she needed it.
The room was small but not stifling, two large windows that looked down the bustling streets were opened, letting a surprising breeze leaf through the room. a closed wooden door lay at the the other side, A middle aged woman sat behind a receptionists desk in front of it, looking at Elyan expectantly, and Elyan in turn brandished her best smile, for once seeing a person she knew.
"Martha!" She said,"It has been ages, hasn't it?" it was all polite talk, as one could expect, and the receptionist was well addressed, "Elyan, dear, it sure has! You are rather early, aren't you?"
"I sure bloody am."
At the end of her sentence Elyan let herself drop the heavy case she had carried, putting it down gently next to a plump sofa, dumping herself rather unceremoniously on it. She closed her eyes and sighed.
"Fancy a cuppa?" Asked the older lady and Elayn grunted her gratitude as she heard the sounds of brewing tea. Four grateful sips of what Elyan considered the nectar of life she felt more like herself.
"Arthur will see you in a bit," Said Martha, her brow frowning with concern as she looked at Elyan, "Is everything alright?"
Elyan waved the concern away "Nothing special, just been feeling a bit dicky lately, It'll probably fix itself after a nice long kip."
'A bit' turned out to be after two cuppas and a nice long chat with Martha. The door behind Martha's desk opened suddenly with a click, and out strode a man clad in a perfectly tailored Kingsman suit, a pair of smart looking glasses balanced on a straight nose, that yet again looked at her from above, he looked slightly upset. It was ridiculous! How tall were man in this establishment? Bors used to complain she was higher then he, and she had used to say that his Japanese mother laughed at him from beyond the grave, he was never to happy with that comment.
"Galahad," Said Arthur's voice from within his office, "I have noted your worries. Galehault want to see you at base, and Guinevere asked me to remind you you have yet to take from the dog-pen." After a moment the man himself stepped out of his office and into the room, handing Galahad an envelope, looking grave. They seem to come to a mutual agreement, and a moment later Galahad turned on his heel and strode out of the room, sparing the ladies a quick nod of his head.
"Elyan, please come on in."
She fell to her bed without much ceremony, shaking her shoes off of her feet. She knew that Bors would've had a heart attack had he seen her discard her cloths in such a fashion, but at the moment she was too exhausted to care. She crawled under the cool covers with a thankful sigh, relishing the feel of clean, fragrant sheets against her skin. Elyan bunched the covers around her waiting for her body heat to warm the small cocoon of sleepiness, her head to quiet down and finally fall asleep.
The room that had been given to her at the headquarters was clean and comfortable, paneled with dark wood and rich, heavy drapes and a beautiful view from the third floor down unto the bustling street, not that she'd be gazing upon it any time soon. Since a house was not yet arranged for her, and when offered sleeping at Bors's house while he was hospitalized earned a frown, she had been put, after a fashion, in the closest room available. She had thanked the bean sprout of a young man that had been charged of her current welfare and asked to be left alone for the next couple of hour. She couldn't remember the boy's name, and at the moment didn't particularly cared for it, she had a conference in a couple of hours, and goddammit, she was going to sleep well before getting her head chewed on.
Her whole body felt heavy, not only of sleep deprivation, because now, in the resonating silence of the room the last encounters in Mecca began to surface again, like a dirty, filmy layer of oil on the torrent of her thoughts.
She closed her eyes and tried to focus on calming herself. She hugged herself, pushing down the sharp twang of pain that laced through her right shoulder, breathing deeply. She had told Arthur about the last developments that had occurred in Saudi Arabia, going into details when asked, reciting whole conversations from memory. She hoped It may ease the load off Bors who had to file the incident reports as the senior member of the team. She grimaced, burrowing deeper into the covers, regulating her breaths and focusing only on the heat pouring off her body.
The door opened with a silent gust of air and Elyan was suddenly, irritatingly awake.
"Miss White? You are needed down at the conference." Said a deep, polite voice from the door. It sure didn't sound like the bean sprout, but hell if she cared.
"Get out and shut the door, or I swear I'll shoot your knee caps." She said gruffly, burrowing deeper into the blankets, raising her tousled head, scrunching her eyes at the door and the silhouetted figure standing there after he failed to fuck off.
"Seriously? It hasn't been an hour." She complained.
"It has been four, Miss White, Arthur asks for you."
"Blow me." She said, she'd rather keep cursing him, but life didn't give her lemons yet. She sat up, holding the blanket to her chest. The man still stood at the door partially blocking the light shining in the corridor, not getting the hint.
"Well? Get out." She said.
"I must insist you wake up."
"I am up, and I am starkers. As much as I like Arthur I'd rather keep some mystery to myself, yes?" She scoffed, her nose scrunching up. She could not see his face, but his posture changed slightly. Was he embarrassed? She stood up in one swift motion, throwing her legs over the side of the bed, her back to him, standing in a pair of white knickers of the fancier sort. The door shut behind her with a click, and Elyan let herself stretch, popping her neck and her back. She eyed her strewn suit, regretting her earlier decision. She shimmied into the suit pants, tucking in a fresh cobalt blue button down, pulling on her khaki vest and coat and sliding her legs into her Oxfords. She hoped she didn't look wrinkly, but she didn't have much time to gussy up. The man was in the corridor, leaning on the wall looking idly at a pair of black rimmed glasses. He looked up when she got out, his eyes making a quick scan of her, probably noting the gun at her hip and the large case on her back, as she scanned him and found that he too was armed.
"Lead the way..." She paused.
"Merlin."
"Lead the way Merlin."
"Korean lessons! I have to take Korean lessons!" She said, frustrated, "Can't they send me to Italy, or Madrid? Heck, they can send me to Tel Aviv and I'd blend in!
"Oh yes," Rasped Bors," With that accent you can blend anywhere."
"I bloody well can, Bors! Maybe when you'll get out of this bed you can move your Korean ass and help me!" She said and he smiled, his snickers cutting short as he grabbed his aching sides grimacing. "Serves you right, I could have landed the shot."
"I heard you the first thousand times." He gave her a sharp look and she dropped he matter. There were friendly jibes and there was a line she'd rather not cross with her mentor.
"I brought you cup noodles." She said to break the silence that fell. He smiled and motioned her to bring him one. Five minutes later, the door to Bors's room had been shut and they both huddled inside with their instant noodles like a couple of teenagers trying their parent's booze for the first time. "I'll never forgive you for introducing these to me," Said Elyan as Bors took a skillfully held mouthful of noodles, slurping them happily. Elyan held her chopsticks awkwardly, her fingers starting to cramp with the effort of holding a hopeless mouthful of noodles. "They are so horribly addictive," She said, looking at Bors testily as she tried maneuvering the chopsticks to her mouth, "Shame on you, you'll make me spend more hours at the jim."
Her noodles fell with a wet flop back into the Styrofoam cup as Bors knock the chopsticks from Elyan's hand with a lightning fast rap on her knuckles with his own chopsticks. She hissed and muttered a few choice curses under her breath as she bent to take her chopsticks back in hand.
Bors was laughing silently at her effort to arrange them back by hands, and not so quick to avoid one hitting his face as she gave up propriety and slurped the noodles directly from the cup.
Now they were both sitting in a hospital room, giggling like children, eating instant noodles and trying to hush each other.
"Jig is up, Bors, hand it over." Said a voice from the door sternly. The reaction was instantaneous as they both tried to hide their hasty lunch behind their respective backs, Bor's going the extra mile and actually swallowing the the incriminating evidence.
at the door stood a woman, looking at the two agents like a mother who caught her children with their hand in the cookie jar. Her stature and demeanor made them both cringe in their seats, after all it was not a regular occurrence for the head of Kingsmen, Guinevere, came to check her agents personally.
Guinevere, although not very tall, dominated the room with her presence, regality and authority practically oozing out of her pores. Her brown hair, pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck and the silver that has already started lacing through it accented the keen edge in her vividly blue eyes.
The slight tilt of Guinevere's head made Bors surrender his steaming meal sadly. "Madam, it is a pleasure to see you again after such a long time." Said Bors politely settling back onto his pillows with an air of resignation.
"It is good to see you in good spirits, Byung-Hun," She said, noting the slight tightness her words caused around Bors's eyes, "We were all worried when your mission took a bad turn." Now the tightness was accented and Elyan moved a little in her chair.
"Anwen, it is good to see you in one piece as well, you look so different I almost did not recognize you." Which was a the understatement of the year by Elyan's opinion "By what name do you go now?" Guinevere asked Elyan, whose hackles rose bit by bit. "Elyan," She said "The white."
The inner joke was not lost on Guinevere, and a thin smile stretched her colored lips. "An interesting choice."
"Not really." She said.
It was an a known secret that Arthur and Guinevere were doing their best to be the thorn in each others side. Their rivalry had started back when they were both just agents, and ultimately at the end of the prolonged pissing contest they were both having, Guinevere gained the upper hand when the late Merlin picked her as his successor. A fact better not mentioned aloud in the presence of Arthur.
"Lancelot's slot is still empty," Guinevere said, addressing to both the agents in the room even though her eyes lingered on Elyan, "You are both encouraged to submit an apprentice. The tryout will be held in half a year from now."
As something in Guinevere's stance changed she gave Bors one last look, "I assume I will have the report on my desk soon?" She motioned and turned to leave, "I hope you'll be up on your feet soon, Bors, you are needed out of this bed."
He gave no replay as she walked out the door, her heels clicking down the hall.
"I will not su-" Elyan began angrily as Guinevere's footsteps could no longer be heard.
"I know, you don't have to." Bors cut in, now leaning fully on his small mountain of pillows, eyes closed. He looked exhausted, but it didn't stop Elyan from fuming. "She has some nerves! Telling me to pick a substitute to Lancelot! That wreathed little-"
"Anwen." Bors cut her the second time. Upon hearing her name said so tiredly Elyan closed her mouth sullenly.
"Have you met any of the other agents yet?" He asked.
"Not formally, no."
"Who is Arthur considering as your pair for this mission?" he asked.
"How did you know they were looking for a pair?"
"Who do you think recommended you, pabo?"
"What?"
"Complain less about your Korean lessons and you might understand." He said, and Elyan could hear the edge of fatigue entering his voice. She rose from her seat, taking her now cold cup of noodles and throwing it into the bin, tiding after herself. "Yea yea, haham ba'layla. I hear you."
She fussed over his blankets for a moment, mothering him for a minute more. His hand came to rest one her own, and he looked up at her, smiling reassuringly. He understood the small turmoil that brew in her chest. She smiled lopsidedly, bent to kiss the top of his head, then turned and left without a word.
The recoil of the magnificent Steyr AUG para in her hands was only a small reminder of the outside world. Elyan's vision was pinpointed through the sight and unto the target, a wooden standard torso target, that was now being reduced to pencil shavings. The adrenaline coursing through her veins heightened her sense into sweet agony.
The recoil jabbing her shoulder was forgotten, but the sweet smell of gunpowder's smoke whiffed around her, caressing her face, stinging her eyes as she stood up from her position on the floor, not breaking shooting sequence and started walking toward the target.
Boiling empty shells flew next to her as she secured in the next magazine, the constant noise of emission and combustion filtered through her (supposedly) sound-prof headphones. she was nearing the end of the magazine now and the shredded target leaned dangerously to the side.
In a the moment the target started moving Elyan dropped the Steyr and with one swift motion drew her Glock 18 from its holster, operating it in a heart beat, pulling the trigger and delivering a single swift kick to the falling target, sending it flying across the spacious shooting range.
She took a deep breath and suddenly the whole world gained perspective. The adrenaline still rushed through her as she dissembled her Glock, putting it back in the holster, adjusting the shoulder strap that held the Steyr on her person. She huffed and moved the large rifle to her back, where it didn't dig into her thigh as much, turning to look at the mildly horrified face of the range manager, who looked at her from behind a window of reinforced, bulletproof glass.
She tapped her headphones then took them down as she approached the window.
Knocking on the glass she smiled her winning smile at the manager, leaning casually on the stone rimmed ledge.
"Did the Re-designed Galil arrive yet, Bobby?" She said and watched as Bobby re-adjusted the glasses that perched on his nose, his cheeks were slightly red, giving him a sickly look. His eyes flickered to his left for a moment and he stayed silent. "Okay," She said, taking off her black gloves, her irritation peaking as she walked briskly to the door embedded in the room Bobby was currently huddling in. "Bobby, Did the Galil arrive yet, or do I have to rummage through the racks myself?"
That seemed to break him out of his stupor. "Room number four is using it right now." he said pointing to the other door on the opposite wall. She nodded once, pulling the Steyr off of her, putting it on the metal table in front of Bobby,leaving him to care for it.
The shooting range was shaped like a ring, the main hall a perfect loop, with doors spaced evenly. It belonged to a rich funder coming from old money. She stepped out of room twelve, walking to room number four's observation room.
It was small, like the room Bobby had stood at, watching her drills. Elyan stepped in, the room's speakers were turned on, and even before spotting the men training on the wide range she could hear them communicating in shouts, for some reason.
There were two men on the field, one moving in fully assembled disguise gear, fake shrubbery and all and the other standing next to the reinforced window,leaning casually on the wall in full Kingsman regalia.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU SAID THAT!" Screamed the man with the shrubs as he proceeded to drop unto his knee and release a long sequence of shots, decimating a water-based target, moving forward as it exploded in a shower of pink colored water.
"WHY BOTHER? YOU KNOW THE KALASHNIKOV IS JUST AS GOOD." the leaning man concluded, aiming a small laser device onto the next target.
"JUST AS GOOD?!" Said the shooter as he blew up the targeted barrel, "NO, JUST AS GOOD IS NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOUR TEA, HOW CAN 'JUST AS GOOD' BE OKAY WITH AN ASSAULT RIFLE?"
The tiny red dot moved with viper like speed from target to target, directing the torrent of firepower to each and everyone of them. The two continued to argue, but after a moment ot was lost on Elyan as she focused on the man operating the Galil. He was swift, accurate and fluid as he changed one barrel with a reserve in less the a heartbeat, barely breaking a perfect string of shots between arguments. He landed on his knee almost too perfectly as he aimed a difficult shot up a barrel hidden behind an obstacle. He was textbook positions and executions, better then textbook, it was familiar. She suddenly itched to bring her Arctic Warfare beauty and join him.
She resisted and stood still as the wrapped their range up, the shooting men transitioning from the intensity of the range and into casual stance admirably. God, she hoped she looked too star struck.
And then he turned.
"Merlin?" She said as the man dropped his accessorized helmet to the ground, rubbing a perfectly shaved head. He turned to look at her, surprise written on his features.
"Miss White?"
"Who are you?" The leaning man asked suddenly, breaking the staring contest at the beginning. As if the whole situation was a bad joke, Galahad took a step forward, sending her a sharp, assessing look. It was very peculiar, being watched from above by two tall men.
"Elyan, I wanted to test the Galil." She entered the range stepping on fake grass and walking around obstacles, finally standing in front of Galahad, extending her hand for a shake. His grip was satisfyingly firm as he shook her hand, she could hear Merlin approaching by the rustle of his gear. He held the Galil in his hands.
"You are Elyan?" he said, a strange tone to his voice,"You beat Galahad's Vinny last year at the final assessment."
"Yea, am I supposed to say 'class of 87'!' or something?" She grinned "I never knew you sponsored him," She said, a smile blooming on her face,"I heard he was hired to the tech department in Berlin, wasn't he?"
"Harnessing his massive intellect for the good of us all." Galahad said mildly.
Elyan looked at The beauty laying in Merlin's arms, "May I?" She asked earnestly, a small shudder of delight passing through her as he passed it to her.
She got a little lost in her own world as she examined the assault rifle, marveling at the perfect fit of the rifle's butt in the crook of her shoulder. Her shoulders bunched up as she looked through the sight, taking a couple of testing steps forward, Pulling out the magazine in one swift motion flipping it and inserting it again, Her smile gained teeth as the cocking lever hit home with a satisfying click.
"Well, rumors were true." Said Galahad as Merlin echoed Elyan's smile.
"Huh?"
"Bors had bragged for weeks before the assessments that his disciple had the most unusual affinity to big guns and the like. He wasn't wrong."Said Merlin.
"Well," she said "It's a beautiful piece of work, innit?"
"Truely is. See, Galahad? Some people have taste in firearms."
Galahad sniffed, amused when another man cleared his throat at the opened door.
"Bean sprout!" Elyan exclaimed much to the young man's horror,"What are you doing here?"
"Miss White, I have been searching for you everywhere!" he exclaimed, heaving a breath that was as much as relief as it was exasperation. Something seemed to tug at his hand and a familiar scraping sound reached Elyan's ears. "I have been charged to find you and I have-"
"Mort!" She exclaimed loudly, and in a flurry of movement the Galil was back in Merlin's hands and Elyan was on her knees as an excited cannon ball of canine love burst through the doors in the form of a white and brown German Pointer.
"look at you Mort! still recognize me now, you beautiful baby?" The dog whined thrusting its cold brown nose under her armpit, circling her enthusiastically while sniffing her. It sent her an accusing look for a moment still sprawling at her feet for a mandatory belly rub.
"Not a baby at all anymore, you fat little monster!" She cooed lovingly.
"Haven't seen him in a while?" Said a deep accented voice next to her, as Merlin leaned in next to the tangled pair, sitting on his heels. She suddenly felt the three pairs of eyes on her her cheeks colored prettily. "Yea, Mort was in a foster home for a year," She said, remembering the last look he had given her as she left him, "While I was away."
"Elyan?" Said the bean sprout, whose blond hair was a disheveled mess after he had passed his hand through it with resignation. "We really have to go. Now." he stressed and Elyan got off the floor in one smooth move, Merlin's eyes on her and a happily wagging tail hitting her calf enthusiastically. She turned to Galahad and Merlin, who rose too and smiled, "It was a pleasure to meet you! I'll see you around?" She asked and a hint of a smile tilted the men's mouths.
"You sure will." Said Merlin with a lopsided smile as Elyan turned to leave. She missed the truly exasperated, pointed look Galahad sent Merlin and the raised eyebrows that spoke volumes, mainly over the last comment.
"So bean sprout were are we headed?"
"My name is Craig, Miss White."
"Yea? And where are we headed?"She repeated.
"Your new home."
A\N- Ok, so truth be told I saw the movie twice at the theater, and I love it so much! I have the plot more or less settled in my head, I think that from now on each chapter is going to be from a couple of POV's, mainly Elyan, Merlin and Galahad. I will be dealing with back-stories and some of what happens before the movie. (Missions, power movement and politics within the service.)
Please leave a review, it is like sunshine to the soul!
If someone finds any errors with the times or the era (1988-1987 for now) please mention it. All the firearms I have mentioned here were used in these years. I love rifles. (I used to be a soldier.)
I am in need of a beta!
Tell me your thoughts about Elyan and Bors (who in my head is Lee Byung-Hun, who is probably one of the most attractive people in the world, also an amazing actor.)
All my love
-Trogmorten.