♦Little Fang♦
Rina Kwon
Rina Kwon
Nickname: Little Fang (Among friends)
Real Name: Rina Kwon
Social Media: @KwonAndDone
Age: 18
Birthday: February 2nd
Height: 157 cm / 5'2"
Weight: 52.6 kg / 116 lbs
Alignment: Heel
Nationality: Japanese
Fighting Style: Scrappy Brawling/Chokes
♦Appearance♦
Wrestling Gear
Wrestling Gear 2
Wrestling Gear 3
Casual
You Lose
TRiDENT - KICKASS
Penalty Kick
Head Turner
Renovation
Bullet Train
♦Finishers♦
Osaka Lockdown
Street Sweeper
♦Likes♦
•Manga About Delinquents: Shelikes to pretend they’re secretly about her.
•Taking Selfies with Zui Fang in the Background: Its like they are hanging out, sorta. Don't tell her, please.
•Trash Talking: It’s half-sport, half-therapy.
•Good Showers: Hot water, a strong shower head, and a mist setting... That's the good stuff.
•Sweets: She generally carries a pack of gummy bears on her at all times.
♦Dislikes♦
•Authority Figures: The only boss she listens to is Zui Fang.
•People Who Want to "Fix" Her: She isn't broken. Who even asked you?
•Being Lectured: Snore!
•Anyone Patronizing Her: Calling her "kid" or "cute" is a good way to get your face kicked in.
♦Personality♦
Rina Kwon is a firecracker with something to prove, loud, impulsive, and never short of words. She talks big, fights wild, and acts twice as tough as she actually feels. Most of it’s bravado, an armor built out of noise and swagger, but she wears it well. Her mouth runs faster than her brain, and she’s been in plenty of scraps because of it. Still, she thrives on the chaos, every fight, every insult thrown back at her is another chance to show she’s fearless.
She looks up to Zui Fang like a personal hero, a mix of mentor, older sister, and myth. To Rina, Zui is everything she wants to be: strong, unapologetic, dangerous, and respected. Every move Rina makes, the music she listens to, how she talks, fights, is some reflection of that influence. She imitates Zui’s swagger and aggression but hasn’t yet learned her control. When she gets riled up, she swings first, thinks later, and usually pays for it.
Underneath all the bravado, though, Rina’s still a young girl trying to earn her place. She hides insecurity behind big words and fake confidence, desperate for Zui Fang’s approval. One nod, one word of praise, and she’s on top of the world. One look of disappointment, and she’s crushed.
When it comes to fighting, Rina has no boundaries, personal space doesn’t exist, and she’s never shy about getting in someone’s face or doing what it takes to gain a competitive edge. But outside of the ring, it’s a different story. She doesn’t know what to do when people are kind to her, when affection isn’t earned through punches or loyalty. A hug, a compliment from outside her circle, even simple warmth can leave her speechless, fidgeting, or retreating behind a joke.
She talks a big game about everything, love, sex, confidence, like one of the boys, loud and unfiltered. But the truth is, when it comes to real intimacy or emotions, she’s completely lost in the woods. She’s never learned what genuine closeness looks like without the edge of a fight or the adrenaline of a crowd. So she covers it up with laughter, with smack talk, with swagger, pretending she’s got it all figured out. Deep down, though, she’s still learning what it means to let someone close without bracing for a punch.
♦History♦
Rina grew up in Osaka’s rougher districts, where her family ran a tiny convenience shop wedged between a bar and a pawn broker. Her parents worked long hours to keep the lights on, and Rina spent most of her childhood behind the counter, watching all kinds of people come and go — drunks, debt collectors, and the occasional punk looking for trouble.\
Rina grew up in Osaka’s rougher neighborhoods, the kind of place where everyone learned early how to look tough or get chewed up. Her parents ran a small convenience shop that was constantly hassled by local punks. Her parents worked long hours to keep the lights on, and Rina spent most of her childhood behind the counter, watching all kinds of people come and go, drunks, debt collectors, and the occasional punk looking for trouble.
By her teens, Rina had stopped being scared of them and started joining in instead. She found power in being loud, in standing shoulder-to-shoulder with trouble instead of running from it. She spent her teenage years hanging around fellow delinquints, always chasing the next bit of excitement or belonging. She learned how to throw hands, steal bikes, and talk her way out of (or deeper into) trouble. Fighting wasn’t about anger for her, it was about being seen. About not being ignored.
Trouble found her one night when she mouthed off to the wrong man, a small-time yakuza type name Toru Nishida who hung around the arcades, collecting protection money from local shops. He didn’t take kindly to being embarrassed by a teenage girl, and he made sure she remembered it. Later that week, he and a few of his goons followed her home. They stormed her family’s store, shouting, knocking things off shelves, shoving her father around while Rina’s mother screamed for them to stop. All her bluster meant nothing in that moment.
Then the door opened, and everything changed.
Zui Fang and a few of her gang were there by chance, cutting through the neighborhood after a job. The second Zui saw what was happening, she stepped in without a word. The yakuza tried to bark orders, flashing blades and names, but Zui didn’t even flinch. She just moved, fast, sharp, precise. Within seconds, the thugs were on the ground, clutching ribs and gasping for air, and Zui’s crew had run the rest of them off into the street.
Zui didn’t stick around for thanks. She just took a premade bento box from the shelves, told her father that his store looked like shit and he should fix it up and walked out like it was just another night. But to Rina, it was a spark that lit a fire under her.
She had seen power before, bullies, punks, loud men with louder tempers, but never confidence like that. Zui didn’t posture, didn’t shout, didn’t need to prove anything. She just was. Rina couldn’t stop thinking about it.
She started following rumors, asking around about Zui Fang’s crew, trying to learn everything she could. She hung around the areas Zui’s gang was rumored to frequent, lingering outside bars and alleys, waiting for a glimpse. When she finally found them, she didn’t ask to join, she demanded it. Zui’s crew laughed her off the first few times. Rina picked fights to prove herself and got knocked down every time. But she kept coming back, covered in bruises, grinning like it was all a challenge.
Eventually, Zui heard about the kid who wouldn’t quit. When they finally met again, Zui looked her up and down, saw the hunger in her eyes, that mix of recklessness and drive, and told her to show up the next day if she was serious. Rina did. And that was the start.
She became “Little Fang,” the runt of the pack with a mouth too big and a heart that burned hotter than sense. She ran errands, learned to fight, and copied everything Zui did down to her walk. Over time, she became part of the crew, not because she was strong or clever, but because she was relentless.
Now, years later, she’s still chasing to become that imposing, confident woman she saw in the store that night. The same raw power and presence. Zui Fang saved her once without even knowing her name, and Rina’s been trying to live up to that moment ever since. For Rina, loyalty isn’t a choice, it’s a calling. Zui Fang is her idol, her reason, and her measure of what strength looks like, a living legend. Every bruise, every scar, every time she throws herself into the fire is another way of proving she’s worthy of the name Little Fang.
