Name: Geom-Nun Yong

Supervillain name: The Prince of Iron (Cheol-Ui Wangja)

DOB: Unknown as records of his clutch’s birth have been lost

POB: The Lost Realm’s Golden Empire of the East

Age: 950 (roughly)

Gender: Male

Species: Imugi

Nationality: The Lands of the Eastern Wyrms (Cheon Beol province)

Height: 5’ 9”

Weight: 120 lbs

Eye color: Orange

Hair Color: Black

Physical Appearance: Thin, with lanky arms, ending in large claws, serpentine head and longer than normal anthro neck. Tail is nearly as long as his height alone. Body covered in dark golden scales with black fur covering most of his back, side and tail.

Outfits: Long flowing yellow and black robes

Occupation: Would be World Conqueror, Adviser to Rulers, Alchemist

Weapons/items:
Dang Pa three bladed spear
Repeating Crossbow
Hwacha and other siege engines
Philosopher’s Stone (on some occasions)

Personal Transport:
Flying Geobukseon (Turtle Ship)
Flying Gama (Litter normally held by four fursons)

Powers/abilities:
Spellcasting: Can cast various spells relating to transmuting objects and living beings into other things including the following:

Matter Transmutation: The Prince of Iron can change one material into another at a touch. Lead to Gold, Wood to Iron, Flesh to Stone, etc. This includes creating and suppressing magnetic effects to levitate or slowly bring to earth objects up to the size of a skyscraper.

Unarmed Weapon Wielding: The Prince of Iron can control weapons and objects made for war a close range distance of himself, allowing them to attack his enemies as if wielding themselves as well as reloading as necessary.

Beast Transmutation: The Prince of Iron can at a touch change a living being into any animal smaller in size then the original creature.

Limited Biomorphing: The Prince of Iron can change his own form to look like anyone else he’s seen at the approximate size of himself. He can also change the form of others if the need be for purposes of infiltration as well as age to appear younger or older as needed.

Semi-Immortality: Can not die via advanced ageing or disease

Suspended Animation/Invulnerability: Can cocoon himself in an orichalcum egg and enter a state of hibernation to heal.

True Form (Only if in possession of philosopher’s stone): Can take the form of an 80 meter long serpent

Strengths:

Sharp mind, and quick learner, The Prince of Iron is a avid reader and will study everything available to him in print, this combined with his age, experience and wisdom makes him extremely adept at developing strategies with wide overarching goals.

The Prince of Iron is a master of transmutation magics, but he has also studied other schools of magic, even if he can’t use them, he understands intent and can ‘feel’ what’s coming and react accordingly.

He has the know how to build complex (for his time) siege machines, weapons, armor, alchemical items, etc. that can enhance his underlings or simply rain arrows and fire down on his enemies.

Weaknesses:

For him to change a living furson or object into something else, he must touch them directly, otherwise it will just change the composition of the person’s clothing or other barrier put between them and the Prince of Iron

He can not change a material that he’s already transmuted once before. Nor can he change the state of a material (i.e. a solid material has to be changed into another solid material, liquid to liquid, gas to gas, etc.)

His control of weapons is limited to weapons he has physically touched and he can not control magical weapons. The weapon wielding is also limited to his own proficiencies with such weapons and prefers simple weapons and siege weapons that require little skill to aim and use.

His long tail gets in the way of his movements and can get stuck in modern doors that aren’t held open for him.

Many metal objects he creates or alters have to be reworked to be usable. I.E. if he turns a living being into a gold statue, he can’t further change him/her into gold bars, the being would have to be melted down and forged into bars, or he could make a tree into a solid piece of steel but it’d take something with blacksmithing skills to turn a tree branch into a sword.

In his orichalcum cocoon he is unable to move, see, or hear the outside world, making it possible to set a trap for his reawakening.

His true form is massive which draws a great deal of attention that could otherwise be unwanted, and as a giant monster he isn’t as strong as some other kaiju and not as powerful as a true asian dragon.

Has a finite ‘pool’ of magical energy and if drained his spells will falter and/or he’ll be unable to cast again till he rests.

Bio:

Geom-Nun, wasn’t always called the plague of the east, or in the Lands of the Eastern Wyrms the much loftier title of the Prince of Iron. When the imugi serpent hatched Geom-Nun was like many in his clutch taken by the guardian dragons of the east and scattered to the care of a random favored village in the land.
This is the life cycle of the guardian dragons of the east. Each born as imugi serpents, dragons by blood but not by form. The dragons judge their children every hundred years and if a imugi has been found to care for the people and has done the good for the lands he or she may be granted a piece of heaven’s power called the yeouiju that once consumed will turn the imugi into a dragon of the east and will be allowed to find a mate to complete the cycle once again.

Geom-Nun was given to a small town in the Cheon Beol providence and grew quickly while using his giant serpentine body to help the village. He’d plow their fields, dig irrigation canals, and as he grew to his full size, he’d protect the town from bandits and monsters. The giant serpent though unlike so many of his kind was quickly growing bored and frustrated doing ‘menial’ labor that he felt was below his stature. He was functionally immortal and had all the time to wait but to him he was believed it his right to become a dragon and bring the life giving rain and rule the skies.


Instead he was looked to from the villagers as an intelligent work animal. Sure they’d praise him and thank him for every service, but without being able to speak few in the village wanted to spend any time with him once his services were complete. Eventually the imugi began to despair. And he stayed that was for almost 300 years, and after watching so many generations of mortals come and go, doing good deed after good deed, the serpent realized he’d never be chosen. Just as his anger was building to a crescendo, the serpent met a alchemist. A peddler in potions and tonics. At first thinking the old mortal lizard had come to ask for his help, the alchemist asked the imugi what he wanted. And though the serpent strained to find a voice the alchemist gleefully deduced his problem. “You can't speak, you can't tell the villagers that they are pushing all their petty problems on you. You want to help, you want to devour a yeouiju but if you lose your temper you fear all your efforts will be lost.”

Stunned the serpent nodded in agreement and the alchemist chuckled and brought forth a vial and a glowing stone. “Drink this and devour the stone and your wish will be granted.” The alchemist offered and the serpent agreed, he drank the vial's contents once poured into his water basin, and ate the stone with his meal of a cow for while immortal he did enjoy meals when the villagers could provide them. But as the stone slid into his stomach the serpent felt a burning as if the sun itself had sat upon his scales. His monstrous form shrank, excess scales turned to ash, his bones broke and reformed, his luxurious coat of dragon fur singed and twisted around his serpent form until the once massive snake was a mortal sized anthro serpent, with legs and arms. He was then surprised when he could cry out in shock, he could speak and say words, he ran through the village in an ecstatic joy but the villagers did not share in his revelry.

To the village, they had lost their imugi, their giant serpent guardian. The nomadic bandit warlords, would be able to destroy their village without a powerful serpent and one small snake creature could hardly till a field or contend with monsters that saw farmers as much food as the livestock. In their outrage they cast the serpent out and exiled the alchemist to harsh world, and could only hope the dragons saw fit to grant them another servant of heaven to do their bidding.

The alchemist and imugi would spend their time in the wilds together, Geon learning from the sagely lizard the ways of alchemy, creating things from formulas and elixirs, and the spells of transmutation, being able to change the world around them at a touch. This made survival easier, but the failure to become a dragon weighed heavy on the imugi. The alchemist though saw a potential student and with his near immortality the serpent could learn more then any mortal. And thus he took Geon to a hidden library sealed away as taboo by the Emperor's of the East millenniums ago. With their combined spells and alchemy the two breached the library and worked to learn everything they could. Most importantly the secret of the philosopher's stone the holy grail of transmutation.

As close as they got in the following centuries (for the mortal lizard was adapt at prolonging his life with alchemy) was a stone devoid of energy, but prepared as close to the most ancient books and scrolls described. All looked lost for the duo until a young village woman, stumbled upon them. She had came from the village he previously dwelled to find the guardian dragons never returned and were in fact missing entirely. More so Imugi had begun to die of a mysterious plague, leaving him likely one of the last of his kind. She had heard his legend of becoming like them as a child and told him a tail of famine and plague and warlords that had sacked and conquered village after village including her own.

Something stirred in Geon's heart, he was after all still a serpent of good and vowed to the girl he'd return with her and use his alchemy and magic. When the old lizard heard this though he turned on Geon, reminding him of the village's treachery, and the only kindness given to him being the lizard and magic. Still Geon was determined to go with the girl and in that moment the lizard turned itself into a demon and fumed as it lamented ever giving the imugi a corrupted yeouiju that would permanently remove dragon-hood from the serpent's future. Sickened and shocked the imugi struck the demon with an incantation that turned the demon to brittle stone, and with the swing his dang pa the statue crumbled. As he did this harsh wind picked up and the girl and serpent watched as the stone drew in the demon's screaming soul. The philosopher's stone would then begin to glow.

Led by the girl the imugi, now in possession of an awakening philosopher's stone set upon his home village and tore the local warlord's bandits apart with magic blades that floated in the air, crossbows that'd fire on their own and from the very dirt and rock he'd craft siege weapons that'd rain arrows and explosive stones into the heart of the warlord's horde. Given new hope the villagers rebelled and defeated the warlord for good. But when the warlord surrendered to Geon he made it clear the village was worthless, a holding and nothing more as nothing grew, and what gold the villagers had had already been sent to more powerful warlords as tribute. Geon solved this by turning the warlord himself into gold and having him melted down to form new money. With a spell and knowledge of alchemy in a sort time the ground became a fertile again, he'd move the earth to bring springs of water to dry irrigation canals, and his alchemy would treat the sick. The few he couldn't save he'd let die in secret, absorbing their soul into the stone to power it even further.

For Geon life finally began to move fast. He'd exhaust himself day after day turning stone into steel for weapons, armor, building materials, his new found knowledge in the sealed library had also given him insights to the use of magic as a tool of war and strategy and he would put that into effect as well. In a few generations the village was a shining city that drew in refugees still fleeing the bandits, plagues and famine. And while Geon took the girl for a wife when she became a woman, she'd grow old and die as all mortals do fueling the stone further, with her loss, his mind went from protecting a single village to curing the land itself, and that meant cutting out the affliction. Geon would send his city to war. For if the dragons wouldn't return, then to hell with them. He was better than a dragon now. He would protect the people, he would heal the land, he would cull barbarians and raiders and to do that, he'd have to replace the dragons entirely. He'd have to rule the world himself. But first he'd need a title to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies and inspire his allies.

When the newly self crowned Prince of Iron attacked. Opposing villages and cities found their enemies wore suits of gleaming rare metals such as mithril and adamantine, and the finest steel blades, shields, supported with cannons and hwachas. Bandits that had settled from their nomadic lives to slowly rebuild the East's way of life were uprooted and either forced into submission, or transmuted into gold or other forms of currency used to hire the most unscrupulous mercenaries of the West to augment his army.

The Prince of Iron swept the entire providence of his homeland into his dominion and his conquests drew the attention of the reigning Emperor of the East. Though the emperor had the largest mortal army in the known world of the Lost Realms, he too was cowed by the might of a mage that could turn lead into gold and wood into steel. To avoid further bloodshed and save himself a potential embarrassing defeat the Emperor and the Prince signed an agreement to build all of the Eastern provinces up and take the world for themselves. In reality the Emperor became a puppet under house arrest. And Geon began to put his second plan into action. To make the East a place of good and harmony was one thing, but now it was time to turn West. This new Empire of the Golden East would institute martial law across all the provinces and march on the barbarians for the first time since the dragons arrived to broker peace and build the mountain ranges that created the barrier between East and West.

But first the Empire of the Golden East had to take the mountains. In these mountains trade towns had sprung up since the dragon truce. These towns had grown up as well as the west had, civilizing and mastering steel and magic in their own ways. These trade towns while small were wealthy and many contained mixed families of eastern and western stock. Some would even call this narrow band of trade towns the central kingdoms but to the Prince of Iron they would be the first barriers to fall. When he ransacked one and enslaved a plucky kobold (a western dragon creation) things began to turn south for him.


As the central kingdoms came under attack and withered under the assault of the Prince of Iron and the Emperor's horde, the brutality of the Prince's reign became common knowledge to the previously oblivious West. While there had been villagers escaping west that had brought warnings of his tyranny and his trained mages turning dissenters into gold or worse. Such claims had been seen as fantasy tales to gain a sympathetic coin. The re-institution of slavery in the East, previously a taboo and it's expansion however had created an abolitionist movement against the prince and the leaders of that very movement would free the kobold that'd go on to plague the Prince.'s ambitions.

Led by this kobold and her companions, (really more so her companions in terms of battle prowess) battles and skirmishes turned against his minions. His military failure to take the central kingdoms over completely fueled the growth of dissent in his own ranks. Even though the Prince of Iron had conquered fully half the continent flares of civil war ignited and provinces once loyal to him rebelled and attacked one another outright. He realized then that he could not handle every problem across such vast distances and be everywhere at once.

And yet he may have still won the war for the central kingdoms is the dragons of the East had not returned. And returned with dragons of the West. Struck from all sides, and even the sky the Prince was forced to take loss after loss. Years dragged on but day after day he lost ground until he was once again in his home town, now a magical and alchemically enhanced fortress surrounded by armies of all nations and provinces including that of the Emperor of the East, taking his gains and betraying the prince the moment the dragons returned. Beaten but not yet defeated Geon drew the Philosopher's Stone, now well feed on souls and magical energy and used it to recreate the magic of the founding of the Lost Realms, cast off pieces of other universe's creations, the Lost Realms held portals to other worlds, and if the prince was defeated here, he could simply go to another world, rebuild and bring an even greater army.

As he searched for a world ripe for the taking, the damnable kobold and her friends struck at him in his own inner sanctum, with magic of their own to defend against his. Knowing he had lost the battle and the war he stepped into the whirling vortex content to leave the Lost Realms until his return, but the kobold struck at him with a fireball that when he deflected it on reflex struck and burst his philosopher’s stone, freeing the magic and souls within, destabilizing the portal. When the portal exploded the kobold and the Prince of Iron were gone from the Lost Realm forever. The backlash of magic activated every portal on the world and burst them as well cutting off the realm from interlopers ever again returning or leaving.

While the kobold would awaken in 2014 in modern day San Francisco. He’d appear much earlier, in the records of earth, so much earlier that his arrival was only seen as ancient rumors of locals in the Changbai Mountain Range near the Chinese-North Korean border. These rumors of a giant egg of a strange metal in the heart of a volcano, would eventually intrigue a villain known as Han Zhaoxing. When his Wúxíngjiàn began to investigate the egg it opened and freed the imugi. Though there was a miscommunication and the imugi attacked, turning three of Han’s soldiers into glittering golden statues, their faces forever locked in a state of fear and agony. However a disorientated and enraged alchemist was no much for the warlord of this world and was put under his heel. Rather than finish him off Han demanded speak with him in private, and when Han left the chamber he did so with Geom at his side as the newest member of the Wúxíngjiàn.


Personality:

Deep seeded hatred for other scaled kind.

Open to new ideas but can be stubborn in implementing them, preferring to ‘test and ‘retest’ something until he’s sure it works.

Can not stand to be dirty or his clothes damaged or made dirty during a conflict, he will even waste precious magical resources on mending his outfits or gear when he’s skills could be put to better use.

Will gladly chat over a direct fight if he can help it, though a lot of times he’s stalling for time to recoup or to formulate a plan.

Desperately wants to become a true dragon and rule the skies, he’ll drop everything in the moment to the detriment of even his closest allies to achieve that goal

He won’t kill children if he can help it, and won’t pay those in his employ that do. Enslaving them is another story as he sees ‘life’ as a resource, just like gold, or water.