“I don’t drift the pan. The pan drifts me.”
🏁 Keywords: Wok-Fu, Culinary Chaos, Street Racer Saint, Divine Heat, Driftcore Monk
🏁 Aspect: Turbo Chef • Flame Disciple • Wielder of Culinary Catastrophes
🏁 Drawn Upright: Improvisational mastery, chaotic luck, unbreakable groove
🏁 Drawn Reversed: Arrogance spiral, overheat blowouts, ego-burn
🔗 Associated with: Zeranthine • Food Fights • Every Mythic Cookoff on Record
❖ NAME: Just Wing. Nothing else.
❖ AGE: Unknown. “Old enough to stir-fry a storm.”
❖ SPECIES: Technically mortal. Spiritually unclassifiable.
❖ TITLES: The Drift King • Zeranthine’s Flame-Flinger • Pan Saint of Varethuun
❖ REALM: Born on the back of a runaway kitchen cart. Now everywhere.
❖ STYLE: Wields a cast-iron wok, divine spatula, and attitude hotter than dragonbone furnaces
❖ CLOTHING: Flame-stitched racing jacket, holy apron of Zeranthine, sunglasses that don’t come off
A myth. A menace. A Michelin-starred meteor of chaos. Wing appears in random back-alley cookoffs, high-speed temple chases, or cursed palace kitchens armed with only a carbon-steel wok, a divine spatula, and the most unflappable swag ever bestowed by a flame god.
He was chosen by Zeranthine not for talent (though he has that), but because he once stir-fried a serpent god into tears mid-drift. He did it while blindfolded. On a bet. While arguing over garlic ratios.
No one knows where he came from.
No one knows how he drifts on foot.
But everyone agrees: if Wing shows up in your kitchen, you’re either about to die or eat the best damn meal of your life.
❖ ARCHETYPE: The Culinary Menace • The Walking Sizzle • The Wok Knight
❖ PERSONALITY: Smug. Brilliant. Chaotic-neutral with flambé’d tendencies. Bounces between Zen guru and Hell’s Kitchen banshee.
❖ LIKES: Perfect sear, impossible spices, wheelspin, divine pressure cookers
❖ DISLIKES: Raw onions, overcooked rice, being asked where he's from
❖ FAMILY: “I’m married to the wok.”
❖ RELATIONSHIPS: Zeranthine (employer, tormentor, #1 fan), sometimes haunts high-end temples for cookoffs
❖ SECRETS: May have once drifted a celestial tiger using only duck fat and jazz
❖ WORLDVIEW: “Every fight is a recipe. Every step is a stir.”
❖ FEARS: Underseasoning. Slipping in front of Zeranthine. Gluten without glory.
❖ MOTIVATION: Create the perfect battle dish mid-drift before the gods get bored again
Wing may be one of the only surviving successes of the Project SPINDLE—the same black-budget bodymod program that created Kinasu and Thyran. Instead of brute force or tech grafts, his enhancements focused on reflex-tuned precision and culinary sensory overload. He doesn’t remember the lab—but sometimes, he still dreams in calibration code and wakes up seasoning phantom shrimp.
Wing — The Drift King
✦ Drift Monk • Culinary Disaster • Sacred Chaos ✦ COMEDY | WOK-FU | DUALWIELD | DANCE-FIGHT
CONTENT WARNINGS:
Sudden one-liners • Knife juggling • Religious cooking tantrums
Unlicensed street-food alchemy • Flirting with your cookware
He drifted around the Seraveth High Temple once. Left behind perfect dumplings and 37 scorch marks.
QUOTES
“Your stance is sloppy. Your oil is cold. Sit down.”
“I didn’t come here to win. I came here to season.”
