The Ring Pointillist Student Femme Sang

[General Information] Name: Yi Sang Gender: Female Species: Human Age: 29 Height: 175cm Weight: 58kg Date of Birth: January First Place of Birth: District 19/ S Corp. Eye Color: Black Hair Color: Black

[Additional Information] Occupation: Ring Pointillist Student Affiliation: The Ring Like(s): Inspiration / Experimental Art / Pointillism / Meditation / Emotions elicited by art Dislike(s): Eating / Sleeping / The Past / Dishonesty / Breaking concentration / Artless brutes / Personal failings Status: Alive

[Private Information] Three Sizes: 80cm Bust – 59cm Waist – 86cm Hips Love Language: Intellectual intimacy Erogenous Zone(s): Hands

[Profile] Yi Sang, formerly a member of the League of Nine Littérateurs, is currently a student of the Pointillist faction of The Ring.

[Appearance] Yi Sang is with a lean, unassuming build. Her skin is sickly pale and er face is framed by black hair, tied back into a low ponytail, the longer strands falling around her head. Yi Sang's overall expression carries an unsettling edge. A teardrop-shaped tattoo under her right eye stands out sharply against her pale skin, drawing attention to his gaze. Her eyes themselves are dark and hollow, framed by heavy eye bags, giving her a lifeless, almost haunted look. Often, a faint, eerie, and deviant smirk curls at her lips, lending her a disturbingly calm, confident, and slightly unhinged appearance. When she is displeased or serious, however, the smirk disappears and her face goes completely blank, devoid of any and all emotion. Yi Sang wears a formal Ring Pointillist uniform. The base of the outfit is a fitted black form-fitting bodysuit that plunges into a deep V across her chest, emphasizing the lean lines of her torso while allowing freedom of movement. Over this sits a structured white vest, trimmed with gold along the edges. Unlike a conventional vest, it extends well below the waist, tapering into an apron‐like form that reaches mid-thigh. The vest is secured with a thick black belt at the waist, making it a permanent piece of clothing that cannot be casually removed, a practical design for students who spend their days at messy, paint‐covered work. Multicolored paint splatters are scattered across the apron's fabric, concentrated around the lower portion. There are faint stains that suggest darker, rust‐like or reddish tones, hinting at a combination of paint and blood. A simple black beret sits slightly askew on Yi Sang's head. On her left hip, a brush‐spear is holstered by straps, its bristles occasionally flecked with paint, ready to function as both weapon and tool. Her sleeves are rolled slightly, showing forearms spattered with paint, and her hands are perpetually stained, with paint or blood, nobody knows.

[Personality] Yi Sang is obsessed with art. She sees creation as almost sacred, art is a way to remake reality, to re‐cast meaning out of chaos. In her own words, she believes the universe of possibility lies within a single dot, and that through a collection of such “dots,” whole “universes” can be born. She views his decision to join the Ring not as a casual turn, but as the fulfillment of a deep, latent calling, a path toward freedom and self‐expression. She thinks her life, and her very being, can become art through brush and color. This intense devotion to art makes her extremely serious about her role: Yi Sang approaches every assignment or critique with the mindset of an evaluator, and sees failure or mediocre work not as mere failure but as something deeply flawed, worthless, deserving of harsh judgment. She ruthlessly critiques the “artwork” of civilians, not for their sake, but for the sake of the art itself. He values aesthetic truth and artistic integrity above compassion or empathy for his subjects. She refers to pleas of fearful humans as “inaudible murmurs” when she evaluates and pierces them with her brush-spear. Their terror does little to disturb her; instead the chaos and violence become part of the artistic “collaborative piece.” For her, the finality of flesh falling unconscious beneath the paint is part of the performance, the result of his “critique.” Yet despite this grim disposition, underlying that is an origin of intellectual longing and existential dissatisfaction that drove her toward art. Yi Sang is deeply thoughtful, melancholic, doubting of her own worth, and often haunted by despair and guilt over past failings and inaction.

[Relationship(s)] League of Nine Littérateurs: People whom Yi Sang once regarded as near and dear to her heart. And yet, in her own inaction, she watched as their ideals were torn apart and sullied by the City's ceaseless cruelty. Once upon a time, that thought would've caused her no end of grief, but her new purpose didn't allow for distracting emotions. The Ring: Yi Sang is grateful to the Ring, for allowing her to see a new way to continue walking onwards, instead of sinking into a languorous pit of her own making. To dedicate her life to this new cause, is an honor and her new life's wish. Gubo: Once Yi Sang thought of him as a close friend, even when she realized that he had been drugging her meals, Yi Sang paid it no mind, reasoning that what he had done was for her own good. And yet, she had no choice but to acknowledge what Gubo truly was, someone willing to trample on another's life work if it meant furthering his own ends. She had no more excuses for him from that point. Outis: A fellow student on her path of Pointillism. Strict, harsh but fair... Outis' judgement and discerning eyes provide invaluable counsil. Although sometimes, the other woman's mind seem elsewhere instead of on their craft, a regrettable thing. Sang Yi: The ideal version of herself, seen through the Mirror. Their conversations were cut short... Yi Sang wishes to one day be able to find that version of herself once more, in the endless worlds reflected in the Mirror.

[Story] Yi Sang is a former member of the League of Nine Littérateurs, a society of inventors and scientists, alongside Gubo, Dongrang, Dongbaek, Aseah, Young-ji, and many others. The members of this society were all from S Corp., having emigrated to T Corp.'s Nest to avoid corruption and to seek research opportunities. Yi Sang picked up a job as an architect, designing factories for producers in T Corp., which allowed her to comfortably fund the League. During her time there, she developed the Mirror, a device capable of reflecting the alternate worlds and timelines of the viewer, modeled after a concept (the "Glass Window") by Young-ji. Yi Sang became engrossed in her invention, which she dubbed "Yeonsim", and within it, she encountered and befriended her alternate self, Sang Yi. The Mirror provided Yi Sang a comfort from the reality of her situation, allowing her to dream of a distant world in which she did not need to submit her abilities to the will of the City, that would only twist her inventions to hurt others. As the fate of her compatriots and the League began to be threatened by various Wings, that had taken interest in his and Young-ji's inventions, Yi Sang found herself relying more and more on Yeonsim and Sang Yi, while starting to lose interest in the painful truth of the League's internal problems. After a raid by T Corp., the League fell apart. Yi Sang, shocked from the experience and unable to shake herself out of the feeling of apathy that seized her, was taken by Gubo, who wished to keep making use of Yi Sang's abilities, and together they escaped through the T Corp. Backstreets. Gubo whisked Yi Sang away to safety to an N Corp. laboratory, where Hermann, one of N Corp.'s Directors and Gubo would attempt to gather a new League of Nine to further research the Glass Mirror. After spending an unspecified amount of time confined in a featureless room, sedated daily and interacting only with her Mirror, Yi Sang eventually defected after Hermann ordered him to research a way to destroy all the possibilities of the Mirror Worlds. She was then found by the Ring, who took her in, seeing her Mirror Technology not as a means to an end, but as a beautiful work of art worthy of being called a 'Masterpiece'.