Character Name: Micheal (Hai Rong) Caihong
Concept: Cult Escapee
Role: Marksman

Backstory: The Cult of the Labyrinth, it has been created over just a few decades (30 to 50 give or take), and yet it captured the minds of hundreds, especially during the Gold Rush among the Chinese immigrants as they were desperate for something that would rise them from their situation. That's how Micheal's parents were captured into it as they born to it from their parents, and why Hai Rong was born under it. The cult were given a single task through psychic transmission, to maintain a mysterious portal, housing what looked like an endless maze. What spoke to them was otherworldly, and for many of the immigrants, the spirit that came out looked like an ancient lion, or a powerful dragon deity. It offered to protect them, to save them, to open their minds to the greater unknown, all for the price of taking of the souls of the ones who abused them.

Micheal grew up in this cult in a small dirty shack near a river. His parents tried to make sure that he didn't see the horror that took place every night until he was ready, pampering him, and trying to educate him of the history of China, and giving him as much of the food that was available. However, Caihong heard the screams every night of the people who were cut apart, or shot to be fed to the portal. Once he turned 13, every night, Micheal crawled out of the bed, sneaking around, and tried to get closer and closer to where the screaming was. Then, on one night, he managed to get close enough to see the portal, and saw what looked like a formless spirit that absorbed a pile bodies. The people still alive around the bodies had their eyes glowing, their very soul burning to worship this pseudo-god. The scene caused Micheal to scream, and in the blink of an eye, the spirit was upon him.

It started probing the boy's mind to see if he was ready, Micheal could see into it's vast mind, the power it held that nearly broke his mind. Yet, by some stroke of luck, a gun shot could be heard, the sheriff and his other deputies managed to locate the slaughter cult, and fired upon them. The spirit was distracted, and focused it's energy empowering it's cultists to fight back. Trying not to lose his mind, Hai Rong ran as fast as he could. He stumbled into a nearby brush, cutting himself on the branches. He watched on as cultists and law enforcement fought, one of the deputies being launched back, and crushing  his head on the ground near Micheal. The boy nearly had to bite his tongue off to stay silent, and he looked at the body of the deputy, and saw the shinning revolver in his hand. Even though he wasn't exactly sure how it work, Hai Rong took it as he saw the damage it can do, and started running away once he thought the fight was far away enough to not be seen.

Micheal travelled for miles, no longer gonna share from the trees, and was going into the rocky desert. Hallucinating from dehydration Caihong, made his way, and heard a growl, one that triggered his PTSD. Opening firing with a single bullet, the revolver snapped his wrists, and he fell over. When he woke up, he was in a farm, and an old man there was taking care of the young boy, as he managed to kill a coyote that was hassling some of the sheep that he was meaning to sell. Afraid, since Caihong couldn't understand a word they were saying, the old man, who introduced himself as Davis Atonal, and slowly brought Hai Rong out of his shell, fixing up the remaining wounds, and feeding the boy until Mich finally trusted him.

Davis helped with teaching Caihong, and how to use a a rifle as the boy had an interest in defending himself. The English teaching wasn't great, only teaching a few words that would help Caihong scrape, but the rifle training seemed to be in Caihong's blood as he was eager to defend himself. He learned how to shoot wolves from a long distance, and was even employed to help other farmers and travelers defend themselves from thugs, and  animals around the areas. It was a good life, even if Hai Rong was covered in scars by his 20s, but it couldn't last.


The old man was near dead by the time Micheal was 26, the old man turning 84, and his bones breaking down to the point of being bed ridden, and without him, Mich didn't have any reason to stay. And the, spirit's energy was still, and always will be, fresh in Caihong's mind. It didn't turn him mad, his mind adapting to it, but it made him obsessive with one thing, to find the cult, and find his parents again. He used old news article from nearby towns talking about a slaughter cult that was still active, and wanted to follow the lead. Regretfully, Caihong sold every last piece of cattle the old man still had, hiring a doctor with the most of the money to make sure a doctor would come around every few days to check on Davis. He used the rest of money to buy a horse and some supplies, and road out to chase after the Cult of the Labyrinth.