Rowan had broken his winning streak, losing everything he had in his wallet, and heck, even his car! He was forced to walk back home, cutting through China Town as a shortcut. However, an eccentric shop caught his attention. In the window of an ointment shop featured colorful advertisements claiming to get rid of any ailments and even bring good fortune.
"Good fortune? I could use some of that..." Rowan murmured, looking at his reflection. With a sigh he said "No matter what you lose, you'll always have your looks, Rowan."
By that, he meant his unnaturally gorgeous looks. His face was composed of strong facial features, half of which was covered in a coating of light brown stubble. His eyebrows were properly maintained, unlike his disheveled hair which enjoyed getting in the way of his vividly green eyes. Though, his "wild" hair just added to his charm. His body, much like his face, also contained strong features. Otherwise known as muscles. All of which was packed on to his 6'0" tall frame. The cherry on top, which was his light coating of body hair, completed the manly sundae that is Rowan. He wasn't one to show off, but his lifestyle didn't leave him much money to burn, meaning he was stuck with ill-fitting clothes. But to those who enjoyed eight packs, well chiseled chests, and all-around-hugely-endowed men didn't really mind his outdated attire.
Rowan's curiosity was now fully piqued. He figured he was losing due to catching a bout of misfortune, and that sign said something could bring him fortune. Despite sounding ridiculous to a normal person... To Rowan, it sounded like a miracle. Well, not everyone can have looks and brains, you know. Without another second to think, he burst into the shop and shouted:
"I need some good fortune!"
Thanks to Rowan, he had made the owner spill his tea as he jumped up in terror. The owner, at this point, decided he would get rid of Rowan as soon as possible. He had more important things to attend to, such as his tea cup.
"Ah yes, misfortune." The owner began, walking towards Rowan. "I can see it, hovering over you... A sinister shadow."
"Y-you do?!" Rowan giddily asked, his eyes showing his bewilderment.
"Yes, yes, I do. It follows you where ever you going, bringing misfortune into the general area." Said the owner, plucking a random jar of ointment from a shelf. "For you, this ointment. Use all of the contents after a shower or bath to see all your misfortunes disappear. It is a gift, but you must go and use it within the hour or else the magic won't work. Ehem! Now go and enjoy good fortune, go, go, get out and run!"
"Oh-oh-oh! Um... Okay! Thank you!" Rowan nodded, snatching the jar and running for his small shack of a home.
Unknown to Rowan, the Owner was lying through his teeth. He just wanted to get rid of the obnoxious ruffian so he could enjoy his tea time. Though, one thing was for sure, something big enough would occur to distract Rowan from his woes. A life altering change, to be more specific.
Once at his small home, Rowan had stripped off his clothes, well, more like ripped them to shreds, so he could quickly get a shower. Two minutes later, he was slathering the ointment over every inch of his body without even reading the label. Afterwards, he began wondering what was in the stuff. It smelled pretty nice, so he figured he would be able to see what it was by reading the label. You know, something he should've done first. The label read: