Known more for his flamboyant personality than his fighting technique, Glassun Moss represented everything most monks hate. He was impulsive, driven to acts of charity, followed by acts of extreme cruelty. He was lustful, talkative and boastful. Why he became a monk, no one really knew, except that he liked to fight with his hands. One night, in a drunken brawl, Moss lit his hands on fire. Despite the pain, he was so pleased with the fear in his opponent's eyes; he sought these legendary gloves for the rest of his life.