Name: Kairo "Zero" Jhun
Birthplace: New York City, NY, USA
Birth Date: 10/8/1983
Blood Type:O-
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 172.3 lbs
Ethnicity: Korean American
Likes: Fire, Internet, memes, his friend Bob the Hobo
Dislikes: Annoying People, chores, his job
Hobbies: Burning things, Learning new fighting styles, SF
Most Valuable: His specially made vest
Fighting Style: Brooklynn Boxing, Tae Kwon Do, Muay Thai, Jujitsu, Any fighting style he can replicate
Secrets: He's never broken a bone
When he was 10, Kairo was, at first, the epidome of pyros, setting anything he could ablaze, which were usually trashcans for his friend Bob, a hobo.
However, as he grew older, Kairo felt very disconnected from his Korean heritage. He longed to meet the famed Tae Kwon Do master Kim Kaphwan and learn it for himself. Finally, when he was 15, he collected enough cash and flew to Korea.
When he landed, Kairo was shocked to see that Korea was mostly like NYC. Dissappointed, he went to a kiosk and got directions to Kim's dojo.
~*~
Kairo marvelled at the humble dojo. He expected Kim's dojo to be much larger due to the fact that he was pretty much a superhero to the people of Korea. As he walked into the dojo, he was knocked flat on his back. "Hahaha! You need to be more aware, young man!"
Kairo looked up and saw none other than Kim Kaphwan standing over him. Kairo got on one knee. "Teach me the ways of Tae Kwon Do, Sifu Kim. I wish to learn."
Kim wasn't the least bit surprised. "Welcome to my happy dojo!" He laughed. "Here is your gi. Go change and prepare to train like never before.
~*~
As he trained, Kairo realized how difficult mastering Tae Kwon Do would be. In America, he was a black belt in his class, but here he was barely a yellow belt! The agility, speed, power, and stamina these fighters had would make any Army proud.
~*~
Two years had passed, and Kairo was ready for the final test. "Dong Hwan, you're first!"
A young man in a black and red gi walked into the retangular fighting area. A very relax person from the look of it, he smirked at Kairo. "This won't be a problem," he snickered.
A bell rang and the fight was on! Dong Hwan rushed Kairo, but Dong Hwan's moves were slow and flashy, and Kairo managed to evade the oncoming onslaut. As Kairo evaded a backflip kick, he delivered a powerful round house to Dong Hwan's face, sending flying into a wall. Kim went over to his son. "He's out cold. That's what he gets for being over confident. Chang, you're up!"
Without a moment's rest, Kairo was attacked by a gaint with a wrecking ball. "Ima smoosh you, boy!" Chang yelled.
With no time to spare, Kairo delivered a flip kick to the big man's jaw. Chang stumbled backwards, and recovered quickly. But when he looked around, he couldn't see Kairo.
"Looking for me?" Kairo joked. Changed turned his head in time to feel the nose breaking power of the Conquest Heel on his face. As Chang toppled to the ground uncocious, Kairo jumped off the wrecking ball. "I'm surprised the bastard didn't notice the ball was heavier. Surprised and lucky."
"Choi!" Kim yelled. A small man charged Kairo, slashing open Kairo's left arm. "I'm going to cut you to ribbons!" He cried
Kairo clutched his arm. "Claws? How unfair!" His complaint stopped there, as the rest of his energy was now devoted to dodging the small man's incrediblly quick combos. As Choi finished a barrage, Kairo managed to trip him up, sending Choi flat on his face, with Kairo's Axe kick following in pursuit. A pained groan escaped Choi's lips, and he didn't get up. Another student carried him off.
"Jae Hoon!"
Kairo was prepared to fight but Jae Hoon didn't attack. "Can we please give him a bandage for those cuts, father? I want a fair fight." Kim smiled at his son and nodded. As Kim's wife bandaged Kairo's arm, Jae Hoon talked with him. "All right. I'm all bandaged up." Kairo said. "Let's do this!"
Jae Hoon walked to the other end of the rectangle. The bell sounded again. Jae Hoon and Kairo charged each other, delivering a flurry of countered kicks at each other. A Jae Hoon went for a sweep, Kairo saw opportunity knocking at his front door, and struck with a flip kick, which connected on the back of Jae Hoon's head. Jae Hoon fell backwards, stunned. "I lost..." he mumbled.
Kairo walked over. "Need a hand?" he asked. Jae Hoon took his hand and was standing once again.
Jhun Hoon was about to walk into the fighting arena when Kim stopped him. "This one's a natural Jhun." he said, a flame of anticipation dancing in his eyes. "I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to fight this one myself."
Kim walked into the rectangle, and Kairo went down on one knee. "This is an honor, sifu." he said.
"Then honor me with a good fight, my pupil." Kim said. "Kairo! I want you to show me what you've learned!"
Kim and Kairo charged each other.
~*~
When he awoke, Kim was standing over him, smiling. "Congratulations, Kario." He said handing. him a black belt. "You've truly earned this."
"Thank you, sifu."
~*~
Kairo proceeded to travel the world, and, while in Japan was unwillingly enrolled in the Kyo Clone project at a NESTS' base. He proceeded to escape, and now has control over his favorite thing in the world; fire.
Now, with the KOF tournaments popping up everywhere, Kairo has taken the alias Zero, in order to fight and study his opponents and create a unique and effective fighting style all his own.