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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: Silk sheets, vinyl records, kiss swollen lips . With a slight resemblance to KWON SOONYOUNG of/the SEVENTEEN.
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Last Name, First Name: Moon, Yejun
ALIAS: Moon
Realm of birth(if earth, nationality):
Age: 23
Gender: Cismale
Preferred Pronouns: he/him
Species: Nagini
Occupation: Idol, Night Blood’s affiliate
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Any Associated/Owned Businesses: MBH Entertainment
VISUAL FILE:
Skin Color: tan
Eye color: chartreuse
Scars: none
Piercings: both ears
Tattoos: shooting stars behind his left ear
Hair color: Black
Abnormalities: forked tongue
Horns/ wings/ etc:
Transformed form: a large blue viper (reference)
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: n/a
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: fluent; Korean/English, conversational; Japanese/Chinese
SECRETS: Got help from Night Bloods in order to start his company. They currently own seventy percent of MBH Entertainment
SAVVIES: Singing, dancing, piano
Powers & Abilities: snake physiology, poison generation, poison immunity
Traits: Confident but unsympathetic
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: 7/15/1999
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: N/A
Background/Biography:
From an early age, Yejun knew that he wanted to perform. As a child, he spent hours singing along to songs on the radio and frequenting karaoke rooms. His parents supported his love of the arts and enrolled him in an arts school. There, he got vocal training and found a new love in the form of dance. At fourteen, he was scouted after a school performance. He began training at MSB Entertainment while finishing high school. It was barely a year before he debuted as the main vocal and lead dancer in I2I.
The group was a big success. Nobody had anticipated the amount of success that the five boys would have. After five years of nonstop performances and being told exactly what to do, say and act, Yejun made the decision to leave I2I. During all of this, the only constant person that kept him grounded was his childhood friend, Dragan Jeup. They’d been thick as thieves , in their younger years and continued that bond as they grew older. That’s why it was a no brainer to ask the youngest Jeup to help him to build his own entertainment company. He didn’t need anything big. He just wanted a place where he could create music his way without hiding who he was and how he loved. He’d come out as bi and despite losing some fans, he gained even more. After a year, he finally released his first solo song and it was praised by fans and critics.
He was still topping charts and continues to do so, two years later. Yejun was well aware of the gangs of Agdoeg and he’d rather not be directly involved, considering his public image. But that didn’t stop him from accepting Dragan’s offer of letting them watch out for him and his company. They did own seventy percent of the company after all. Yejun is a very opinionated man. His blunt way of speaking was often considered sassy by his friends but he just saw it as not sugarcoating his words. He’d done that for way too long. The idol was often pictured with different men and women but he never admitted to what their relationship was. He’d rather leave the public guessing. Relationships had never been his thing since he never had time to really get to know anyone well enough to want anything more than sex. And he can’t see his opinion on that changing anytime soon. For now, Yejun just wants to focus on his music and enjoying his twenties
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
Yejun stared at the officer, hoping that paparazzi hadn’t seen him brought into the station. He honestly had no idea why they were questioning him. It was clearly a case of wrong place at the wrong time. “Look, you can call my choreographer and she will let you know that I was at the studio with her. I have a sick performance scheduled for Saturday and we’ve been working out asses off to get everything perfect. When do I even have time to be involved in a murder? Have you looked at my schedule? Besides, I do not have time to be washing blood out of my clothes. That shit’s nasty.” He rolled his eyes and picked at his black painted nails. “Can I go? Can’t you like check out he cameras and just see who he was at the scene? Wouldn’t that be like the first thing to do? I know who to tell my friends not to call if I’m ever attacked.”
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▓▒░ ACCESSING VC DATABASE ... LOCATED! < KANG SUNJIN >
LOCATED IN KANTO DORMS, ROOM 201. BORN ON 980819. STUDENT IN THE FACULTY OF SECURITY. EMPLOYED AT BELLE’S BOUTIQUE.
CURRENTLY IN POSSESSION OF:
SHINX / “SHIYU”
STARLY / “AERIS”
▓▒░ REMINISCE !
“Oh! Well, little shinx here got caught in our rose bushes. I found her snagged on the thorns and a bunch of scratches, so I took her inside to help. My parents were really mad because she was wild, but I begged them to let her stay until she at least felt better. Even though she was wild, she never scratched me or panicked, like she knew I wouldn’t hurt her. When I took her to the forest, she wouldn’t stop following me back home, so I begged my parents some more to let me keep her. Shinx is the reason I want to become a Ranger!”
▓▒░ STATEMENT OF PURPOSE ... LOADED!
where do you see yourself in five years?
“I’m not really used to thinking of the future honestly. Live in the moment, you know? I’m gonna work hard though, and I’ll hopefully be a Top Ranger in the Almia Region!” He pointed a finger to the mentioned region, far from their current location. “Maybe I’ll still be a rookie, or maybe I’ll still be here learning. No matter where I am, as long as I can help Pokemon, that’s enough for me!”
what was your motivation for choosing your faculty?
“Oh, this is an easy question! I grew up watching Rangers on the news, seeing the way they helped Pokemon and connected with their Partners. The way they can calm Pokemon who need help with just a Capture Styler and their open heart. I’ve always wanted to be someone capable of doing that.” He paused, taking a soft breath. “And the uniforms are really cool.”
how have Pokémon impacted your life in a positive way?
“This won’t go on a record, right? Well … I actually used to be afraid of Pokemon before I met little shinx here. I got stung by a beedrill when I was little, and I wouldn’t even go near my mom’s liepard. My parents were actually overjoyed when I brought her home, not angry. It was more me convincing myself to keep her. Without shinx, I wouldn’t have opened my heart to Pokemon again. Pokemon gave me the motivation I needed to take the first step towards becoming a Ranger.”
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: goth, metal, dark . With a slight resemblance to KIM AREUM of/the ROLLING QUARTZ.
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last name, first name: von Beethoven, Idril
alias: Areum
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): German
age: 27
gender: female
preferred pronouns: she/her
species: cyborg (lvl 3)
occupation: G.H.O.S.T/ hacker for higher
sexual orientation: pansexual, polyamorous
any associated/owned businesses: tech repair store ‘RePear’
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
skin color: white, pale
eye color: lilac
scars: -
piercings: multiple piercings on her ears, a septum, nipple piercings, tongue piercing
tattoos: multiple tattoos all over her body, gang tattoo is on her left rib under her left breast
hair color: naturally black, 20 cm at the end is dyed blue
abnormalities: she is a stage 3 cyborg
horns/ wings/ etc: robotic replacements at various stages throughout her body. Her inner organs are yet to be replaced.
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: atheist
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, German, French, Spanish, Korean, Mandarin
SECRETS: she loves coming of age movies and romcom
SAVVIES: Playing various instruments (bass, kalimba, guitar)
Powers & Abilities:bionic physiology, data manipulation, Programming, Enhanced strength and speed
Traits: laid back, in general peaceful, reserved, quiet, awkward
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: 27.09.1995
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: cyber-attacks, thefts, etc
Background/Biography:
Idril never knew her birth parents. Her earliest memory was playing in the snow with her siblings in a remote part of Switzerland, a memory that she had cherished for a long time and still did despite her parting ways with her family, if you could call it that. But if you didn’t know any better and had been fed that lie for your whole life, then it was your reality, your truth.
Their parents were a couple of scientists at the top of their expertise. The Swiss couple had adopted six children of different ethnicities and Idril was the youngest of them all. Their usual day would start early at 5 am with breakfast and a briefing about the following activities of the day. It was always a tight schedule between educational classes and physical training. Quarterly there would be multiple tests for them to pass. As the years passed, their training had become more specific to their strength, so Idril started her training in computer science and programming.
When Idril was around 15 years old, her siblings and she were set to go on their first mission. In retrospective, it was quite trivial and banal, but she still recalled the rush of it all. Everything had to be precise and there were little to no room for errors. They were supposed to stage a robbery at a millionaire's mansion for insurance fraud. A piece of cake, she would say now, but that night was their first exam to show that the training in the past years were not in vain. The rush that went through her body while she was typing codes to disable the complex security system to allow her siblings to enter without setting off any alarm, she would never forget that. But as it was with everything in life, the thrill wore off and it just became a mundane task week after week, day after day.
Then the first operation took place. Her siblings, who had passed puberty, all had their first few operations already and it was now her turn. The operation was done by their parents. For her siblings, their first operation was to replace their limbs. But for her, they chose to replace her eyes first. Her new lilac eyes should support her in data analysis and scanning of information. Perhaps for the rest of her life, her eyes would be the reminder of her process of bionic replacement.
During her last mission with her sibling, an unexpected message popped up on her screen, a crypted message from an organization called G.H.O.S.T. She was recruited to become part of the underground gang. It was her chance to finally figure out who she wanted to be outside of her family, to be free from the strings of their parents and maybe find her birth parents.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
Idril made a casual gesture, asking the officer if she could light her cigarette before answering the question. As the older man nodded to give her permission, she took her time to think about what had happened that night indeed. In that short time, her eyes had finished a full data analyse of the officer. There were some juicy details that she could toy around. But that would perhaps freak him out and kick off a chain reaction that was not worth the entertainment. There was no need to draw any unwanted attention to her.
“What happened that night was quite fuzzy to me”, she said slowly as she watched the smoke fading. Of course, she remembered the event quite clearly. The cyborg was out partying after being dragged to a club by her friend. It wasn’t much of her scene, but she tried to salvage the situation. A beautiful brunette caught her attention. After a drink and a few shots together, they were dancing together on the dance floor. Her hands were gently cuffing the firm waist of the brunette. She gently pulled the other against her own body as she leaned in to brush her lips against the other’s. The sweet kiss abruptly put to an end when the boyfriend of the brunette pulled her away and shouted at Idril to get away from her. One thing led to another and Idril was in a fist fight with the man.
“I remember getting into an argument with that guy. But that’s about it. I don’t remember getting into an actual fist fight with the man. I mean...”, she raised the cigarette to her lips again then blew the smoke into the chilly air, “Look at me! I’m a frail computer geek. Do you really think I could throw a punch?” It was a cheap lie, but might be enough to satisfy the officer to leave her alone.
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: a gagayum’s strings being plucked, the smell of burning incense, an blue-orange sunrise over a hanok village. With a slight resemblance to AHN YUJIN of/the IVE.
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last name, first name: kwak yiseul
alias: azure
realm of birth: south korea
age: 21
gender: cis female
preferred pronouns: she/her/they/them
species: healer, cyborg (level 1) [mixed-blood]
occupation: howler - luna, salutary
sexual orientation: bicurious
any associated/owned businesses: n/a
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
skin color: lightly tan, milky blue in low light, cerulean underground
eye color: navy blue
scars: light, vine-like scars around the areas of her limb replacements
piercings: n/a
tattoos: howler emblem (geometric wolf) in delicate white lineart, between her breasts. best seen underground, when her skin glows brightest.
hair color: natural blue-black
abnormalities: cyborg replacement of left thumb and right leg from the knee down
horns/wings/etc: n/a
transformed form: n/a
PERSONAL FILE
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: taoism, korean shamanism (mainly ancestor worship)
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, chinese (mainly medical or historical jargon, rather than modern slang or political terms)
SECRETS: n/a
SAVVIES: foraging, hunting, outdoors/survival skills, gagayum
Powers & Abilities: healing - advanced: supernatural healing (empathic healing, internal bodily cleansing, healing field protection, health drain), medical intuition (status reading), molecular manipulation (shapeshifting (basic), mitosis manipulation), science magic mixture (herbalism
Traits: +honest, -immature
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: 1 september 2000
Date of Death: n/a
Crime Record: once persecuted by local earth-realm vigilantes for being mistaken as a witch. the korean government maintains records of the events, as well as her personal background.
Background/Biography:
A warm breeze, the sound of trees rustling, and the smell of a fire crackling happily in the middle of a clearing. Yiseul’s first years were idyllic, full of hands-on learning in herbalism and naturopathy. She and her parents enjoyed a nomadic life as they traveled from settlement to settlement, welcomed in by the local villagers as they healed a myriad of ailments and injuries. The people knew them as the species of legend, the lapis-skinned descendants of The Alchemist. They trusted in nature and hospitality, wanting for little.
A cool draft, a graying sky, and the end of the harvest season. People begin to go missing. Animals turn up mutilated. The crops fail. The whispers begin, first in the temples, and then in the town squares. The people begin to question if the healers are needed anymore with the advancement of modern medicine. Are the nomads layabouts who simply take from the people while gallivanting through the forests? The region buzzes with discontent and suspicion.
A freezing gale, the heavens open and the sky pours out. The church leaders and monastery abbots form a coalition. Remove the magicians from among the people. They are the cause of the famine. They are unnatural, unlike us. Yiseul’s family takes what little they have and tries to run, but are caught like bears in a trap. A trial is held, and the universe testifies - the witches must be sacrificed for the fertility of the land.
A raging tempest, and everything is uprooted. The interrogations begin with young Yiseul. She knows nothing of witches, only of white magic, of healing and nature. She heals from within herself, not by calling upon another power. The council harkens back to the Classical era, implementing the thumbscrew and Malay boot. First it is her foot, then an ankle and calf, and finally her thumb. Though she can heal, her skill is not enough to handle so much at once. The fires are kindled, and her parents are tied. The family is in pieces, but have accepted that they from the earth they came, and to the earth they will return.
A thick fog settles, making it impossible to see. News vans begin streaming into the township, cameras in hand. Police cars follow soon after, reclaiming the family and sending them to the largest hospital with the equipment to treat their injuries - Isabu Byeongwon. The three are treated like a menagerie, being poked and prodded like test subjects. Yiseul, bearing the most severe injuries, is taken into the operating room to be outfitted with a new leg and finger. When she wakes, her parents are gone.
An icy frost covers the ground. The police have questions for her, but nobody has answers for her questions. She becomes nearly catatonic, despite her now being able to walk again thanks to the new cyborg enhancements she has been given. Yiseul is visited by a recruiter who works at the hospital, who reassures the girl that she is not a witch - that she is a blessing - and that she would be warmly welcomed by the Howlers. She embraces the prospect of a new family, not sure how else she would continue on alone.
The clouds part, and the sun begins to trickle through. Yiseul is marked with the wolf emblem, and eventually becomes the Howler’s Luna. The wolves protect her, and she protects them too, perfecting her healing and experimenting with offensive molecular manipulation. It has been years since the burnings, yet Yiseul still has many questions that remain unanswered. How did the Howlers know about her, and is it really better for her to hide in safety, or for her to blindly chase after her parents?
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
With her good hand, Yiseul pulled back the hospital blanket covering her lower half, showing the inspector the empty space below her right knee. The youngest of the detectives winced at the stained bandages that would cover the injuries until she would be refitted with limb replacements.
Wasn’t it obvious? The news had covered the story for a week straight.
She laid back down on the cot, staring at the ceiling.
“Go to Andong. You must have seen the pyres too. If anyone knows what happened to my parents, you’ll find your lead there.
“You see, miss, the townspeople said that there was noth-”
Yiseul clenched her fists in frustration, and the detective who had been speaking choked out a stifled whimper before reaching up to touch his face. The skin on his arms and neck started bubbling, slowly moving up towards his mouth.
“How many times do I have to repeat the story for you? You’re wasting time asking me the same questions instead of finding them.”
She released her hands, letting a long sigh out through her nose, and the bubbling stopped. The man shuffled back towards the door to her hospital room, pulling a cross necklace out from under his shirt in an attempt to ward her off.
“She’s a freak!”
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: the gentle waft of cologne, the wail of a guitar, and the feeling on your back that you’re being watched . With a slight resemblance to NAKAMOTO YUTA of/the NCT 127/U.
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last name, first name: nanami kakuzo,
alias: kuzo , black . kakuzo black, elias
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): the inbetween (underworld), japan
age: in between age about 80 years old, earth age 27
gender: male
preferred pronouns: he/they
species: mixed-blood (werewolf, child of the realm: son of melinoe, goddess of ghosts and nightmares)
occupation: detective at apd/special forces
sexual orientation: not applicable
any associated/owned businesses:
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: tan
eye color: marble grey with a black ring around it in human form, acme grey in wolf form
scars: scar over his left peck from being stabbed, many on his knuckles and one on his cheek bone
piercings: many in his ears, belly button
tattoos: two on either hip, one along his back
hair color: naturally white, goes in between black and white based on mood bc he can (like his wolf form),
abnormalities: pointed canines
horns/ wings/ etc:
transformed form: a large grey black and white wolf, in the in between/the underworld: long white hair fading into black tips past his mid back, curved obsidian black horns, usually adorned in ruby jewels and black fur. (inspo x , x ). when he’s comfortable he tends to walk around in a sort of in between form mostly at home. (inspo x , x)
PERSONAL FILE:
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: greek mythology, otherwise some form of atheism
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice / temperance
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Greek, Japanese, English, Korean is still a bit intermediate stage as he didn’t bother within the first year or so of being in the country
SECRETS: His father is Nanami Kento, former Howler Alpha. His aura causes weak willed people to decent into madness. the speed depends on how much they can handle and how long they’re around him/frequency
SAVVIES: guitar, drums, singing, boxing and other fighting forms of combat, math and probability
Powers & Abilities: Claw/Fang Retraction, Contaminant Immunity, Transformation, Enhanced Body/Supernatural; Body, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Leap, Reflexes, Senses, Hearing, Smell, Speed, Stamina and Strength. Night Vision, Regenerative Healing, Wolf-Physiology, Dark Divinity, Daemon Physiology, Corrupting Presence, Madness Manipulation, Madness Embodiment. Insanity Inducement, Illusions (for a period of time), Madness Aura, Nightmare Inducement, Nightmare Magic, Ghost Lordship, Ghost Companionhip.
Traits: +observant, -tsundere
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: per his most recent life 041294
Date of Death:
Crime Record: sealed away in an manila envelope somewhere in the precinct it reads: wanted by the japanese government for crimes such as theft, murder, laundering, and intent to move goods across country lines
Background/Biography:
tw: mentions of child abuse, domestic abuse and infant death
The legacy his father held didn’t start in the Howlers. Nanami Kento lived his life as a dictator, a bully and tyrant, and it translated into the people he’d claim to love.
The legend says; It had been just the two of them at first, Kakuzo, born originally as Elias, lived in the underworld with his mother for a much longer time than he had on earth, all four times at that. The lives he’d lived never sated his mother’s hunger for the human realm. Melinoë’s world was a constant state of black, white and red, the screaming of souls and the heat of flames. She was able to watch her mother ascend to the heavens every spring season, and see the glow around her once she returned to their world every winter.. And even as she was given Elias to continue her legacy, her world seemed to continue in its dimness.
She craved to ascend like Persephone, but too afraid to go alone, she sent Elias out into the other world, communicating then solely in the In-between. Elias lived out his life, but it was hard for him. Melinoë’s aura still surrounded him, a deafening madness that drew people to him or scared them to the point of traumatization. The longer they indulged in him, like a drug he gave the most blissful high, but soon they’d all begin to deteriorate, their minds falling into shambles. He could never truly love, truly laugh, truly care as he walked amongst the humans. Each era he endured meant nothing more to him and he couldn’t be bothered reconstructing psyches while trying to exist.
His first time on Earth had been short lived, their conditions hadn’t let his little baby body last much past a week. Upon his return Melinoë had decided to wait until they advanced in their lives to put him in another vessel. His second life was a bit smoother, the woman he’d met had a strong will, and they married and even attempted a child, but her own devastation led to his demise. The life in between hadn’t been quite notable, it wasn’t until his current one where he’d decided to make it fun, living for his pleasure. And like the mother she was, upon this agreement he was given something he hadn’t had before, since he planned on taking life into his own hands. Twin guardians, large dogs of unknown origins that made their way to the house of the young woman that carried him.
But Melinoë hadn’t known the type of monster that was believed to help create her son in the living world. She hadn’t anticipated the beatings, and the tyranny. Never thought to see him fighting for his life for monetary gain. And yet he always refused to leave. She begged and begged Elias to return home to her, leave that vicious man that had become his father, but he was adamant, it was his life, and he was to see it through. He completely became Kakuzo, knowing well his mother’s eyes were constantly on him. He attended every cage fight, took every punch, until Kento decided he had better things to do than break down his teenage son.
In Kuzo’s eyes, they dodged a bullet and he went on attempting to live through the trauma he’d experienced under that man's care. He’d dove head first back into music, even going abroad to study it around the age of fifteen. A year later he joined a Japanese-American band.
At his young age and being the guitarist of the group he gained popularity fast even being able to go back to his home country to continue the career with his bandmates once their hype died down in America. But of course as he expected, it wasn’t just his ability to be so young and talented that kept the crowds around. Weak willed supporters were drawn to the point of madness, and Kuzo felt the brunt of it all. He enjoyed the life, the drugs, the women, the men. The slice and roar of an electric guitar was a fuel to the high life but the heaviness of those who craved him was too much to deal with.
By twenty, six albums and three tours later, Kuzo decided to wrap it up, using his connections through the industry to simply exist as he wanted to. But Kento’s darkness remained, always there to linger over him as he promoted the need for violence, and left Kakuzo craving it when he wasn’t occupied. It was like an itch, an addiction, when he could cloud his mind with other things it was a distant memory, but the absence of screams and shrill music forced him to crave it all over again.
To Japan’s underground he went. Back into cages, leaving with broken noses and scarred knuckles, wanting something, anything, to keep the hunger sated. But these rings were tied to something much more dangerous, something that led a young Kakuzo to being the delivery boy for something, or someone deeply tied to the Yakuza. And his undefeated status in the underground led to his promotion from simple delivery boy to bloodhound, bounty hunter, collector. He was no longer Kakuzo but Black. Simply a dark smudge in the foreground that drives you completely mad.
But of course when things hit the fan, delivery boys are the first to be cut as the line gets caught, and Kuzo was facing the rest of the life he so desperately wanted to live, behind bars. His saving grace came in the dank, darkness of an interview room, it came with sleek black hair, tied into a tight bun and the click of heels. It came in a language he couldn’t understand, and badges he couldn’t read but in that moment he was given a fighting chance. That was, if he was okay with handing the reins of his life over to another type of gang.
He owed the Agdoeg Police Department his life.
“We’ve been watching you awhile,” they said, something about his father that he hadn’t cared to hear at the moment, but they wanted to use him, and his skills.
With his mother’s guardians in tow he left in secret, known purely to the rest of the force as Black. Kakuzo Black., had anyone asked, to erase his relation to his father for their benefit. He was to be on their beck and call, told to tell the world he transferred agencies to follow a lead that connected Agdoeg to the Yakuza, giving most of the precinct the run around, save anyone of note.
Now, three years later he’d grown a knack for it. Doing the same for the APD as he did for the Yakuza so long ago, only here he felt he was making some sort of a difference.
He was able to live freely, his charms and aura still driving the world around him mad but now he basked in his finesse.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
Kuzo leaned against the wall and waited for everyone to settle down. His eyes flickered over to their Lieutenant with a nod, moving to push himself off the wall to stand in front of the white board. It was covered with multiple faces of victims in their morgue and those of some suspects and crime scenes.
“If I’m honest I have no idea why you guys are making me do this, my job is to get the guy right?” He said in a comical tone. Grey eyes flickered over a tough crowd and he rolled his eyes and began.
“Viktor Sonegroff our suspect of unknown origin is said to be tied not only to the Ivory Lotus but the Night Bloods as well. He is also known for the disappearance of two of our informants. So I did as I always do, and previously stated before, I got the guy.” Kuzo motioned to the open windows of their meeting room, framing the eyeline of their holding cells.
“Now was he within an inch of his life when I got there or after, I can’t confirm nor deny, but I did what I was hired to do. He’ll be fine. Have him walk it off or something.”
A heavy sigh came from officer Soh, and Kakuzo looked at him as if he was confused on why he’d feel such disdain. “Black. That is not what we- you know what, just meet them at the hospital for the interview.”
“Okay but I can’t grantee he’ll be alive if I do that...I’ll try my absolute best...sir.”
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: velvet gloves, rose petals, the purple rain soundtrack . With a slight resemblance to YANG JEONGIN of/the STRAY KIDS.
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last name, first name: Soh Nuri
alias: Baby
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth
age: 23
gender: Male
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: Faerie
occupation: Dancer at Cache
sexual orientation: Gay
any associated/owned businesses: none
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: tan
eye color: brown
scars: none
piercings: back dimple dermal piercings
tattoos: none
hair color: Naturally light pink but dyes it different colors
abnormalities: none
horns/ wings/ etc: wings
transformed form: iridescent wings with intricate black detailing sprout from his back.
PERSONAL FILE:
RELIGIOUS BELIEF:
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice / temperance
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean
SECRETS: none
SAVVIES: sex, dancing, manipulating
Powers & Abilities: Empathy, Energy Manipulation, Absorption, Energy Barriers, Energy Blasts, Supernatural Condition, Malleable Anatomy/Shapeshifting, Spirit Physiology, Illusion Manipulation, Intangibility, Possession, Telekinesis, Teleportation.
Traits: +confident, - selfish
BACKGROUND CHECK:
date of birth: 11/24/1998
date of death: N/A
crime record: Petty crimes such as theft in high school. Drug charges that disappeared
Background/Biography:
Soh Nuri was born to a loving mother and father. He was the youngest of four and was doted on by his whole family. The Sohs came from a very modest upbringing. The matriarch, Soh Jimin, was an educator. She lived to teach and her children were her life. Soh Kyungsoo was a man of few words and he was very well respected in their city. He’d been a police officer since he was in his mid twenties. The community held him in very high regard. Which was why it was such a shock to everyone when Nuri began to get into trouble.
It started with little things. He skipped classes and smoked cigarettes under the bleachers. Then it became hidden drugs found in his bedroom. Sleeping with random guys and sneaking them out of his house at random hours of the night. He found out in his teens that he was attractive. He realized that it was easy for him to manipulate guys into giving him things that he wanted. Worked smarter not harder.
It wasn’t until after he graduated that he started working at Cache. Dancing was something that he thoroughly enjoyed. The adrenaline that coursed through his body was almost as good as the high he got from the cocktail of drugs he went through on a weekly basis. For Soh Nuri, sex, drugs and money were all he worried about. He had his regular clients who loved to throw their money at him. Some wanted sex. Some wanted him to hang off of his arm. He was willing to do just about anything for the right price.
The faerie lived a life where he felt that he didn’t care to fall in love or any of the fairytale stuff. If it happened it happened but he wasn’t on some quest to find his Prince Charming. He was on a quest to live his life to the fullest, doing whatever he wanted. He didn’t believe in rules unless they were being broken.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
Nuri sighed, looking at the officer. "I was not there. I was at work. I made hella tips, tonight too." He smirked, leaning forward. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to sit here questioning an innocent man." He examined his manicured nails and looked around. "Maybe we should get my father in here? I'm sure he'd love to see me. I haven't seen him in a while."
At the mention of his father, the cop sat up straighter. "No need to bring your father into this. How about I just send you out with a warning?" Nuri grinned and shook his head. "No, I think I'd rather have my father involved. I really don't appreciate being questioned about things that I would never do." He said with a pout. "No, I don't think we need to involve him. How about we just forget that this even happened?" Nuri shrugged. "I mean, I do have to be at work. So, maybe we can brush this under the rug."
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: screen glare reflections across glasses, wiping fog from a window, hands clasped tight over a promise . With a slight resemblance to JEON WONWOO of/the SEVETEEN.
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last name, first name: Cho Taewon
alias: Tempest
realm of birth: Earth - Korean
age: 25
gender: cismale
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: Dragon-blood
occupation: Assistant Inspector for the Agdoeg Police Department
sexual orientation: Bisexual
any associated/owned businesses: None
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
skin color: Pale with a golden undertone that only becomes apparent when he stops avoiding the sun
eye color: Amber
scars: His left eye and ear are deformed by a large burn scar that originates near his hair line and extends down to his mid cheek
piercings: None
tattoos: None
hair color: Dark brown
abnormalities: None
horns/ wings/ etc: He has a small nub of a velvet antler near his hairline on his right side, it’s not big enough to appear through his hair unless he styles it a specific way
transformed form: A long serpentine body with aventurine green scales erupting from a creamy white skin. His underbelly scales are white with a sky blue iridescence. The scales on his snout, claws, and tail tip gradually ebb into a brown jasper colour. His 3 pronged antler extends back from his brow and is the same dark brown as his claw nails. A storm blue mane travels down the length of his body, the end of his tail, elbows, and whiskers have tufts of the same fur. [ inspiration ]
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: raised by a priest so he’s religious in practice but internally he’s conflicted
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, basic English (he’s better at understanding/reading than speaking)
SECRETS: He’s been keeping track of the killings caused by his possessed brother and making sure that they can never be traced back to him.
SAVVIES: He’s incredibly smart, having graduated the same year as his brother despite them having a 2 year age gap. The amount of programming and white hat hacking he dabbles in as a hobby would be enough to land him a good job in the field, but he uses those skills instead to assist in investigations. During the short time between him graduating and starting at the academy he had managed to climb the leaderboards in ranked Starcraft so brutally and efficiently that his username is still remembered and some opponents force quit the game when matching with him. He prefers RTSs but he’ll play FPSs and MOBAs, always finding himself naturally climbing ranks and he’s had to turn down a couple offers to go pro from organizations.
Powers & Abilities: Asian Dragon-Blood Variation: Atmospheric Adaptation, Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Smell, and Touch), Semi-Immortality, Elemental Breath - Mist & Squall, Supernatural Condition, Hurricane Creation, Vapour Manipulation, Air Manipulation
Traits: Tenacious and reticent
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: October 31, 1996
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: Clean
Background/Biography:
A stick jabbed into his gut, once, then twice, then once again. “Are you dead?” a voice whispered, hushed with worry and not expecting the groan he gave as an answer. There was a yelp, and so much more noise as he coughed up water. Arms lifted him out of the riverbed and he didn’t have the energy to fight them off. For once in his life he didn’t have to.
Everything about the hospital was overwhelming. Too many noises. Too many smells. Too many people. He stiffened, inhaling deeply whenever anyone approached but a warm hand would squeeze at his right before he tipped over into panic. Between the burn across his face, broken bones, deep set bruises, and clawed gouges in his skin no one was surprised that the only visitors that came were the family that found him in the first place. He could answer their questions, but wouldn’t. It didn’t matter now. He had finally gotten away.
“You’re sharing a room with me,” the boy said, gently though as if it were a question, before guiding him further into the house. He stared at their joined hands for a while, not noticing much else until he felt the boy’s fingers start to slip away so he clutched at them tighter. They squeezed his back.
Brought to a table, he squinted in confusion as things were placed upon it, objects he didnt recognize in a pattern he didn’t understand. Their hands drew him to the spot beside the boy and he followed his lead, only to frown as the distance between the chairs was farther than their arms and he refused to let go. After a moment of visible thinking, the boy struggled to move the chair with one hand until the man came near. He shrinked away, not registering that the soft but sad look in the man’s eyes was a reaction to him. What mattered was that the chairs were now close together and the two could finally take their seats.
Food he had never seen before laid in front of him. Despite the drool pooling in his mouth he waited to move until the other’s did, only to grow more confused as instead of eating they all bent their heads. The man’s voice was gentle, reverent as he said words that held unknown meaning. But he picked out enough. Thank you. Finding the boy. Share this meal. Bring him home. His eyes were swimming by the time the man was done talking. He didn’t need to know every word to understand what it all meant. They wanted him to stay. He didn’t have to run anymore. The woman rushed over from the other side of the table as they all looked up to find him crying. Her arms cradled him carefully which only made him sob harder. With her hand running through his hair, she whispered softly, “It’s ok. You’re safe, dear. You’re home now.”
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
From the shadowed room on the other side of the one way glass, the amber of his eyes caught the light in such a way that they seemed to glow. He squinted, focusing past his glasses, the window, and honed onto the woman being interrogated. Catching that her fingers tapped against the table in a consistent waving motion, her sentences beginning and ending between the spaces of the pattern. It was almost mezmerising in how precise and deliberate it all was. The hairs on the back of his neck shot up, tingling as even from here he could feel the caress of the air changing, bending with a weight unseen.
“She’s casting a spell,” Taewon huffed, pushing off the table to intervene. One hand yanked the door open in tandem to the other reaching out, the wind extending his influence across the room. The air beneath her nails suddenly swirling in such a dense vortex to force them still. Her perfectly controlled demeanor slipping just as quickly. Surprise, confusion, realization, then rage flashed across her face in rapid succession as the allure she held over the interrogating officers faded away.
As they pinned each other with their glares, he crossed his arms over his chest, “Now why don’t you tell me what happened that night.”
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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the clicking of dress shoes along marble flooring, the trickling of ice through your veins when you’re scared, the smell of expensive tailored suits . With a slight resemblance to CHOI YEONJUN of/the TOMORROW X TOGETHER (TXT).
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last name, first name: jeup, dragan
alias: reign, the white dragon, the white flame, boss
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth
age: 22
date of birth: june 2nd, 1999
gender: cismale
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: dragon-blood, pureblood vampire
occupation: night bloods boss, law student/intern
sexual orientation: straight could be questioning haven’t decided yet
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: pale
eye color: one green, one smoke grey
scars: a few from fighting one under his right eye on his cheek bone no others of significance
piercings: a few up his ears
tattoos: a white inked, dragon tattoo up his side and then around and over his shoulder, night bloods tattoo on his inner wrist (usually covered by a watch or bracelet)
hair color: white with smokey grey tips naturally currently dyed black
abnormalities: the absence of pigment in his dragon form due to his undead form as a vampire
horns/ wings/ etc: sharp fangs
transformed form: dragon form has long fangs from his vampire side, all white scales and white eyes with a smokey grey mane.
PERSONAL FILE:
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: N/A
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / patience / justice
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, English
SECRETS: It is not a secret to most of those in the Night Bloods but Dragan is the product of an affair his father had with a young girl, to which he got rid of in order to cover it up, though he raised Dragan with his other children.
SAVVIES: swordsmanship, acting
powers & abilities: General Dragon Powers include: Atmospheric Adaptation,Aura Sight (the ability to see ones aura), Elemental Breath (cold smoke), Supernatural Condition, Fear Masking, Wing Manifestation, Pyrokinesis (white flames), Smoke Manipulation, Ice Manipulation (Asian), Water Manipulation (Asian), Poison Manipulation, Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Immortality, Hypnosis, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, and Venomous Fangs.
traits: resilient, venomous
BACKGROUND CHECK:
date of birth: june 2nd 1999
date of death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
crime record: while he’s broken plenty of laws a lot of apd is in his and his families pocket therefore his only one on record was a fight he got into during his first week of college.
Background/Biography:
(tw: mention of a large age gap relationship, mention of murder, mention of parental death)
what is there to give to a boy who has everything? born into an empire at the hands of a mistress, the word chaebol runs through his veins in the absence of blood. once the trailing child, behind centuries worth of a clans rule, he was the king of agdoeg’s bastard, sort of. it wasn’t that his father hadn’t claimed him but dragan had spent most of his life, training in the shadows to take over a crown that could never actually be his, not by birth right. his brother could live for ever and he could only lie in waiting in hopes of mere acceptance let alone royalty.
living in the shadows of his elder siblings wasn’t inherently the origin to this story. he wasn’t left out by any means though the sly looks and the absolute subtle disdain of his ‘other mother’ tended to make it all feel heavy. the disappearance of his own mother, the king of agdoeg’s mistress, remnants of her lying only in the journals she’d left, not sure for him or herself, but they told a tale of what she thought was love, such a young age falling for such a monster, and yet it was what dragan had wanted to become.
he followed his father around like a protégé even if he’d gain nothing from it. he’d practice his speeches in the mirror, mime his gestures, sit in his seat when he wasn’t around. he’d always craved the respect the man had, always yearned for his spot at the top. those who bowed to his father treated him as an off handed add on, the primary focus, the purest of bloods, the one’s who held the clans name in their palms simply from being born. dragan didn’t get that luxury, at first, and it wasn’t until the death of the woman that his mother stole from that he’d be able to even taste what his siblings were able to have.
his father had taught him everything, and in his brother’s downward spiral in grief conversations went from hushed tones to loud enough for him to hear every word.
‘birthright didn’t mean capable.’
‘we need someone stronger than that to take my place,’
the list would go on and on and dragan found himself at the center of attention, just how he liked it. it was an insatiable thirst, and daring hunger to be at the top. he fought for it, he hurt for it, he killed for it and they worshipped him.
he was everything his father wanted him to be, ruthless, vile, evil, but most importantly loyal. but sinister must be hidden, and his father taught him a skill he hadn’t taught his other children, how to become someone completely different. how to jar and pickle your true identity, only allowing the wafting of beautiful smells in it’s wake so he became the charming boy. the boyish crush to walk through university doors. he was all letterman jackets and styled hair, high top converse and light washed jeans.
going on he studied the law, being a criminal empire’s heir only meant he needed to know more about it, and he’d become good at it too, top of his class and into the law grad program of his university, all under disguise.
his father’s death brought only...satisfaction, finally... the throne was his. and so it became, he ran it with such furry, hands stained with blood until he became a legend to those trickled at the bottom, he was a shadow again, but this time dark and brooding, not hoping to be noticed, but feared.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
a dark, angry chuckle dipped along the mixed-breed’s lips. pouty lips no longer held their innocent boyish smile and the mask melted away. the officers turned to each other in confusion, who was he? what was he?
“c-can i just talk to the guy in charge please?” he pretended.
the bellow in his voice only made agdoeg’s very own scurry in confusion, the leader of this troupe strolling in, a look of pity, and humiliation flashing across his face as he came into view of his own nightmare.
“choi...jung-won.” he stammered out slowly, pointing to the the two way mirror, to which the man in front of him nodding, forcing his subordinates to turn it off no longer being able to see.
“have a seat. i see you have yet to let your lackey’s in on your little under the table deal with me. why am i in here? why am i in cuffs? and why! are my men! out! side! in fucking! holding cells!” dragan banged on the table with every single word he yelled, the officer swallowing as he sat down.
“I don’t like when people don’t hold up their ends of the deal choi jung-won.” he turned his head cocking it to the side, “you get your disgusting free access to the clubs and drugs that you want and we don’t send photos of you hog tied with a fucking hard on to your wife and my men stay out of your precinct, is that not the deal we agreed on?”
“yes...sir but the knew recruits they don’t...the didn’t know.”
“that’s not good enough.” the white dragon spat, lifting his pointer finger in the air and beckoning him closer, “quickly, choi jung-won.” slowly, the officer leaned in close, trembling as he placed his ear at mouth level for dragan to speak into. “my men, out of those cells now! now! right fucking now!”
the elder man scrambled to his feet, practically flying out the door, “release them all. that’s an order.” music..to his ears. it felt good being so untouchable. but as the other officers filed in the mixed-bloods face fell into a pouty look of hopefulness. “i’m sorry i couldn’t be more help thank you so much for your work.” gentle bows to those who unlocked his cuffs in confusion, waves to the officers still settled at their desks as if he was prom king walking out the door of the precinct, but the monster was still there. a glint in his eye as he made eye contact to the man under his belt.
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: a set of burning eyes emerging in the middle of a darkened alley, the slow slide of a silk tie slipping from his shoulders, careful brush strokes caressing a canvas, lips curling into a smirk moments before a kiss is pressed to the back of a hand . With a slight resemblance to KIM MINGYU of/the SEVENTEEN.
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last name, first name: San Shinseok
alias: The Black Knight
realm of birth: Earth, near Mount Kumgang of the Korean peninsula
age: Appears mid-twenties, actual age is 247
gender: Male
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: Vampire - turned
occupation: Art Conservator at the art history museum & Nightblood smuggler
sexual orientation: Disaster bisexual
any associated/owned businesses: N/A
VISUAL FILE:
Skin Color: He maintains his sunkissed tan, however the lustre grows dim when he’s gone too long between fresh feedings
Eye color: Normally a burnt umber but when invoking his vampire aspects they turn into a molten yellow ochre
Scars: A jagged circle that goes through his left palm to be mirrored on the back of his hand from a stake he purposefully grabbed
Piercings: Helix on his left ear, typically wears a cuff earring
Tattoos: Helix on his left ear, typically wears a cuff earring
tattoos: A red ink phoenix on his back, with the nightblood droplet coming from the bird's eye
Hair color: Black
Abnormalities: Through contact with a cursed Oni mask, his transformed form has been enhanced as described below
Horns/ wings/ etc:
Transformed form: A black lacquer Oni mask manifests over his face and sets into his features before his bones crack and separate to make room for a pair of tusks to grow from his upper jaw. Curved horns snap from his forehead. From behind the mask, his irises glow with a pale yellow light. The fangs on his upper jaw elongate to the size of chef knives and end near his chin, a set also grows from his lower jaw that emerges past his lips. Instead of two rows of serrated teeth, it appears as if his entire mouth becomes a jagged cavern, the teeth often snapping and regrowing as they push against each other to fit. The claws consume the entire lengths of his fingers, emerging from his bones in segments to allow for articulation. Similar black stained bone plates erupt up his forearms almost like a scaled gauntlet ending at his spiked elbows. He can control the length of his claws in his form, growing them to drag across the floor or keeping them trip depending on his needs. The act of transforming releases a sudden rush of heat that steam wafts from his body and his skin remains hot enough to inflict burns at prolonged contact. All of the new bone will regrow and replace itself if broken or removed.
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Indifferent, still holds onto some of his sindo beliefs from when he was human
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, Japanese, Mandarin, Manchu, Hindu, Mongolian, English
SECRETS: After he was turned, he eventually returned to his village in the mountains. His curiosity turned into rage upon arriving. The legend of the 산 악마 “Mountain Devil” was born when the destruction and mutilation of his village was discovered.
SAVVIES: Combat Prowess: He has training in Taekkyeon, Gungdo, Muay Thai, Kenjutsu, Hung Ga, and Pencak Silat. His weapon proficiencies are Gakgung and modern equivalents, swords with a preference for shortswords and single edge swords, expert marksmanship, and knife fighting. With his typical loadout being a compact recurve bow, Daewoo K5 handgun, M40A7 bolt-action rifle, Karambit, and aconite poison on special occasions. Artist: He’s refined his painting skills and typically paints landscapes in the Romantic style. He can play piano and has taken a liking to photography.
Powers & Abilities: Blood Consumption, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, Venomous Fangs and Bezerk Form
Traits: + Charismatic - Ruthless
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: December 18, 1775
Date of Death: August 12, 1800
Crime Record: Clean as a whistle but not for a lack of trying. Having a sire in the highest of places comes with numerous perks.
Background/Biography:
Content warnings: violence, mutilation, gore, murder,
As much as he tried to distance himself from his original, pathetic, mortal life, the foundations it set were as sturdy as the mountains that surrounded his tiny village. He was an ember, struggling to burn bright as the mundanity of peasant life threatened to smother him. The spare to the eldest brother’s heir, he became a hunter, escaping into the woods to avoid scrutiny and comparisons between the siblings. A season of sickness had swept through the village, stealing their parents in quick succession as the brothers could only barter for so much medicine from the healer. As their sister recovered, the eldest spoke pretty words to honour them while he dug their graves and fashioned their biers. His brother became a merchant in the footsteps of their father, while he focused on making sure their sister never went hungry.
An altercation with an official changed the course of his life, as he couldn’t hold his tongue while watching his brother be squeezed for every last coin in their coffers and their sister leered at. He was thrown out into the mud in front of a black horse and rider, the tax collector’s thugs intent of teaching him a lesson. The onlookers watched with baited breath as bones cracked under his hands, teeth shattered and stuck into his knuckles, and even an ear was torn off and spat out in the fray. He stood tall in the end, smearing blood away from his mouth, and had the decency to haul the unconscious bodies off the road to let the rider pass, huffing out threats under his breath as the official had fled the scene at the first scream. He didn’t think much of the situation, assuming he had scared away the official and that his family was safe.
Finding the man bound and dazed in the middle of a hunting trail a few days later was surprising to say the least. However, he didn’t have much time to ponder that detail as the rider drew his attention, lowering her hood to reveal molten gold eyes shimmering with tainted curiosity, smile wicked and sharp as she asked him to show her if he truly meant his savage promises. He started with the man’s limbs, twisting and wrenching bones, flaying skin, and peeling away muscle until he could see the threads of marrow fraying and snapping with each convulsion. He carved fissures into flesh, yanked at sinew and crushed delicate organs, careful to leave the official just enough to struggle for breath until he was satisfied. Every built up frustration finally finding a release amid agonized screams. He granted the man death by ramming his mouth through a branch and leaving the corpse to dangle from the tree. Having forgotten about the woman in his frenzy, her lips on his drank deeply from the inferno now coursing through his veins. His hands painted her in crimson as her nails clawed at his skin, digging as if she could find and coax the fire of his being into something greater, to blaze brighter. Her teeth sinking into his neck seared a new future into his flesh.
They descended the mountain guided by the moon. The weight of leaving his family lessened with the knowledge that lingering would only cause them problems. They were better off without him, better suited for their pastoral lives and free from the burdens his temper caused. He had new horizons to chase, lessons to learn, with his sire at the pinnacle of it all. The raw brutality he carried in his heart transformed, reshaped by her expert hands into a refined and elegant violence as his pulse echoed hers. At her side, she revealed to him the world, painted his nights in revelry and showed him the true meaning of living. Offering his complete devotion felt like a pittance in comparison.
A century of discovery developed him into a renaissance man, capable hands and a discerning eye exploring the arts where he took to painting with a particular fondness. His sire being his muse was hardly a choice but came to him as naturally as breathing. A true Romantic at heart drew him to capturing expansive vistas, rendering the world in its raw awe in an attempt to seize those fleeting moments that insisted on how small he truly was. Rising above people was easy but nature was unconquerable. Despite how hard mortality struggled against that fact. As the wilds were snuffed out, pillaged and tarnished, he turned to the arts out of a desperation to preserve what he could of the past. Conserving the world that remained unsullied in his memory through the brushstrokes and sketches of masters who saw it the same way.
It was this increasingly futile endeavour that had him examining and handling a private collection of a kitsune. Priceless for its historical value alone, he was giddy while opening each crate, changing his gloves between each antique to handle them with the due reverence. Until he found himself staring into the unblinking voids of a lacquer Oni mask, a consuming darkness showing his eager reflection back at him, distorted across the glossy surface. The urge to place it over his face cinching itself marrow deep. It belonged with him. He placed it back into the crate without comment, replacing his gloves to examine a woodblock print. The hairs on his neck raised as he sensed a gaze lingering on him with no source.
The kitsune was a gracious host, inviting him to sign and seal their business over a dinner catered to his particular appetites. He still cannot recall what happened after the first drops of blood coated his tongue only finding himself standing tall above a room of carnage, viscera still hot as it coated his hands. As the thought entered his head, his sire was at his side as the shadows grew heavier. Working together, they handled the incident swiftly and a few plucked strings later it was as if the kitsune never existed in the first place. The collection had always been in his sire’s estate. Which only left the matter of uncovering what he actually did. They came to an answer the next time he fed, the stars and his sire watching as the mask manifested and seized his body. As with his previous transformation, they took to training when it became clear that removing the mask’s connection to him wasn’t an option.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
"And then a unicorn came out of the sewer, neighing a prophecy that I was to pull the sacred sword from the volcano to-"
"Stop wasting our time," the officer snarled, making the corner of Shinseok's lip curl until his fang glinted in the light.
"But I was just getting to the good part," he shrugged, practically lounging in the metal chair despite the cuffs digging into his wrists.
A flutter in his chest drew his attention to beyond the room, twisting the metal restraints until they squealed and popped free just as the door opened. Her presence came with a brief tickling sensation cascading down his neck, a smoldering heat settling into his gut and a bitter tang coated his tongue. Irritation flashing through his body as he focused on the residual emotions. Something had displeased her and the growing simmer had him worried for only a moment that he had taken his games a bit too far.
"It's been a pleasure gentlemen," he called, crossing the room with a flick of his wrist, rubbing it in that they never had him in their grasp. He was out of the building almost instantly, carried by his curiosity and concern. Ducking into the g-wagon, he couldn't help but grin at her. Even when she was obviously putting effort into maintaining her poise, although that might have only been obvious to him.
"Stop being cute," She huffed despite a dimple trying its hardest to appear on her cheek. He finally drew it out by pressing a kiss to the back of her hand while sliding into the seat beside her. He refused to let her go too far with a hand idly tracing along her skin while she ranted about sushi and hissed some threat that involved fish fingers.
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: Tailored three piece suits, a hot wok slicked with oil, smokey jazz bars . With a slight resemblance to SEN MITSUJI of/the ACTOR/MODEL.
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Last Name, First Name: Okada, Junji
ALIAS: Enra
Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth / Osaka, Japan
Age: 34
Gender: Cis male
Preferred Pronouns: He/him
Species: Necromancer
Occupation: Bookkeeper for the Nightbloods
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Any Associated/Owned Businesses: Equity shareholder of St Agnes Company Ltd., proprietor of three jazz clubs in London (The CopyCat, The B&M, The Devil’s Part)
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
Skin Color: Tan
Eye color: Brown with red flecks
Scars: Small scar on scalp, long vertical scar on left calf
Piercings: Lobe piercings on both ears
Tattoos: Small black script reading For The Departed beneath his left collarbone
Hair color: Black
Abnormalities: Symbol of death branded behind his right ear
Horns/ wings/ etc:
Transformed form: [ you can find these in your muses species section here.]
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Polytheistic
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Japanese, English, Korean Mandarin, French
SECRETS: He had the opportunity to resurrect his dead lover but chose not to.
SAVVIES: Cooking, mathematics, speed-reading, chess, languages
Powers & Abilities:Aura and soul absorption, Conjuration, summoning, and reanimation, Undead, spirt, and soul manipulation, Demon Creation, Corpse conversion. Death magic
Traits: + Diplomatic, - Insensitive
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: April 6, 1988
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: [ Relationship with authority, laws broken, and crimes committed. In what Realm did you break the rules? ]
Background/Biography:
Junji Okada was born in Osaka, Japan, to a Japanese father and an Australian mother. His parents were Haruki Okada, a necromancer and esteemed academic, and Grace St Agnes, an Australian socialite, civil rights activist, and member of the prominent St Agnes family. Junji's father gave him the power to utilize magic involving the dead and taught him the ways of a necromancer.
Junji was sent to top boarding schools in Australia and Sweden, graduating with honors. He later attended the University of Oxford and earned a degree in economics and comparative social policy.
In 2016, Junji decided to leave England and move to South Korea, where he got a job working for the Shinhan Financial Group. He eventually left for a bookkeeping job with the notorious Agdoeg gang, the Nightbloods.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
It did not benefit Junji to be forthcoming with the officer. This exchange was a waste of both of their time - a Shakespearean play-act made worse by the fact that only one of them was aware they were performing.
Junji crossed his long legs under the table, his angular face as clear and open as a reflecting pool.
A deputy had brought him a white paper cup of what he presumed must be coffee but looked more akin to the black bile that oozed from a diseased corpse. If this meeting did not prove too big a nuisance, Junji would have to send the station a few bags of Tanzania Peaberry grounds, his brew of choice. He'd probably send them regardless. It was a crime against humanity to consume such putrid caffeinated sludge, something he wouldn't wish upon his nemeses.
"What your young deputy saw that night was likely my assistant, Solomon. I understand his appearance is quite disturbing, but I assure you he is harmless." Relatively. "I promise you that he nor any of my associates had anything to do with this recent rash of homicides. If you would like, I can provide security camera footage and financial statements to affirm their alibis." Junji glanced at the Rolex on his wrist. "I'm sorry that I cannot be of much help, officer,” he said, not meaning it. “But I must request that we continue this conversation at a later date. I have a prior engagement." He failed to mention that this engagement was with one of their murder victims.
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: broken porcelain, cherry lip gloss, backlit keyboards, butterscotch, bloody lace . With a slight resemblance to MARIS RACAL of/the ACTRESS.
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last name, first name: Lim, Maja
alias: Manika
realm of birth (if earth, nationality): unknown
age: immortal, appears to be in mid-20s
gender: female
preferred pronouns: she/her
Species: enchanted doll
Occupation: streamer, freelance software developer
sexual orientation: pansexual
any associated/owned businesses: n/a
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: tan
eye color: brown
Scars: n/a
piercings: n/a
tattoos: n/a
hair color: brown
abnormalities: n/a
horns/ wings/ etc: n/a
transformed form: n/a
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: athiest
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: english, tagalog, korean
SECRETS: does cam girling on the side. She’s not strapped for cash; she simply takes pleasure in being ‘simped.’
SAVVIES: programming, video gaming, streaming
Powers & Abilities: pain immunity, mental manipulation through direct eye contact & a spoken statement, object puppetry, the ability to use magic that is malevolent in nature, supernatural beauty
Traits: + creative - rebellious
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth:
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: when it comes to her freelance gigs, Maja is pretty morally liberal about who she chooses to work with. she's obtained personal information via unlawful means and created data-mining plugins on request.
Background/Biography:
Maja was not so much born as she was created. She's aware that she has a creator but cannot remember who they were or their purpose in making her. She once tried to track them down – but that’s ancient history. After abandoning that fruitless pursuit, Maja decided to determine her own purpose. Admittedly, this hasn't been as fulfilling as she'd wished. The gnawing ache of emptiness in her gut persists. What is her purpose here? Is she a being of good or evil? Do such binaries even exist? In the pursuing years, she busied herself with various pursuits to distract herself from these nagging questions. She learned English and Korean, earned a degree in software development in Seoul, and established herself as a relatively successful video game streamer, which, in combination with freelance software developing/programming gigs, is how she presently pays the bills.
Perhaps the most confounding thing about Maja Lim is that she is a hopeless romantic. She wants love – real love – perhaps more than anything else in the world. She wears her heart on her sleeve. Well, around her neck, to be more precise. The little glass heart strung up around her dolly neck was given to her by her maker. Perhaps it is reckless of her to keep her 'heart' out in the open like that, but what is love but not a calculated risk?
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
“I’m sorry, officer,” she said, ‘It’s all a bit of a blur….”
Maja weighs the benefits of playing with the man before her. Bleary-eyed, slumped shoulders, probably desperate for another cup of coffee. How many had he had that day? Three, four, five? He must’ve been on the clock for a while; an Agdoeg cop's job is never done. She’d feel bad for him if she didn’t hate cops on principle. That might’ve been reason enough to waste his time, but she knew she’d be wasting her own, too. A new episode of her favorite drama was airing in an hour. She’d hate to miss it.
The officer stared at her, waiting for her to go on. She stared back, innocent doe eyes with pitch-black pupils -- the shadow of a shark in deep waters. She leaned over the table as though she was about to share an intimate secret. Then, in a low voice meant only for him, she said, “You’re going to let me walk out of her. You’re going to tell your superiors that I knew nothing, that the interview was a wash. And then, when I’m out the door, you’ll forget everything about me.”
And so it was.
The officer walked her out of the station and Maja made it home just in time to watch her show. So why did she still feel so sad? She supposed that when you always got everything you wanted, you ceased to want anything at all.
"What shit," Maja said aloud in her empty apartment.
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maris racal played as maja lim aka ‘ manika ‘ - enchanted doll, civilian (streamer/software developer
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: handcuffs, black coffee, wedding bands . With a slight resemblance to KIM NAMJOON of/the BTS.
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last name, first name: Park Shinwoo
alias: Sin
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth
age: 25
gender: male
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: hellhound
occupation: Police lieutenant
sexual orientation: straight
any associated/owned businesses: n/a
VISUAL FILE:
skin color: tan
eye color: honey brown
scars: none
piercings: ears
tattoos: 'Hyerim' on his chest right above his heart
hair color: naturally white
abnormalities: n/a
horns/ wings/ etc: n/a
transformed form: [ you can find these in your muses species section here.] Large black hellhound with red eyes
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RELIGIOUS BELIEF: N/A , doesn't seem to care about it. Pretty cynical about everything.
SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath
VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice / temperance
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean and English. Fluent in both
SECRETS: Is tied to Night Bloods. He gets information to them in order to find the man who threatened his family
SAVVIES: video games, researching, technology
Powers & Abilities: Canine Physiology, Hell-Fire Manipulation (a denigrating black fire that only hell hounds can produce), Enhanced Sense and Speed (Hellhounds), Feline Physiology, Fire Aura, Spiritual Awareness
Traits: + loyal , - impulsive
BACKGROUND CHECK:
date of birth: unknown but he was left at the orphanage on Halloween. So, he uses it as his birthday
date of death: n/a
crime record: has used his job to keep his fiancée out of jail.
Background/Biography:
Park ‘Sin’ Shinwoo had never known who his birth parents were. He’d grown up in an orphanage and was adopted when he was in middle school. He was never given any background on who his parents were. Despite that, he’d always been a happy child. from a young age, he’d always been very honest. If he did something wrong, he owned up to it no matter the consequences. As he got older, he’d grown obsessed with wanting to be a police officer. He saw the officers as just and right. He wanted to help people and he’d seen a lot of crime around the city. He spent his high school years in Chicago, learning the English language and learning about other cultures. After graduating, he went to Seoul National University and studied engineering. It was his senior year, when he met the woman who would change his life forever. A year into the relationship, they found themselves expecting a baby girl. Once Hyerim was born. Sin joined the police academy and while there, he became very good friends with a man by the name of Briar. They were partners when he first joined the force. He loved everything about being a cop. He was able to help others as well as keep the streets of Agdoeg clean of crime. For years,he lived happily with his family. But one night changed it all. His fiancée had found herself in a tight jam and Sin didn’t want to see her put away so he made the whole situation disappear. He knew that it was wrong but he didn’t want to lose her. But one situation became two and then three and before he knew it, he’d become the type of cop that he despised. When he realized that she wasn’t going to choose him over her lifestyle, he left her. He still continues to take care of his daughter and from time to time, he finds himself falling into bed with his ex. He wants to cut things off but at the same time, he’s afraid to lose her completely.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
Shinwoo leaned back in his seat, hand running down his face. “I wasn’t fucking there. I was at my daughter’s school. It was career day. And why am I being questioned? I sign your paychecks. This is honestly bullshit.” Shinwoo sighed and looked to the mirror that he knew his superiors were behind. “Why am I here? Just tell me what the fuck is going on so that I can go home to my family.” There was no way that they knew that Shinwoo was the one feeding information to the Night Bloods. There was absolutely no way to trace it back to him. He made sure of it. “You’re free to go. We just needed to question everyone. It’s routine.” Shinwoo scoffed, standing up from his chair. “Routine. Yeah, sure. You’re not the one that’s going to have to apologize to a class full of kindergartners for being hauled off in the middle of class.” With a roll of his eyes, he knocked on the door before he was let out. Turning bad was starting to look so good.
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: an outstretched hand, a silhouette leaning against a balcony, the reflection of constellations in dark eyes . With a slight resemblance to PARK SEONGHWA of/the ATEEZ.
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last name, first name: Hyuk
alias: The Shadow Broker
realm of birth: The Underworld
age: Unknown
gender: Cismale
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: Demon - Spiritual Type
occupation: Nightblood Associate - Business Holder
sexual orientation: Undefined
any associated/owned businesses: The Cache
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
skin color: Sunkissed
eye color: Deep maroon
scars: A jagged starburst with its center at his sternum, it’s mirrored on his back due to the original wound travelling completely through him
piercings: Left ear: lobe & helix. Spider bites on the right side of his lip.
tattoos:
Neck: Two entwined snakes one in white ink and the other in black on the back of his neck [reference] Left arm: Winding black river with spider lilies, yellow meadow lilies, and white chrysanthemums blooming along its path [reference] starts at his collar bone and ends by curling around his wrist Right arm: Multi-eyed crow diving down his forearm [reference], solar system on his bicep [reference] Right side: Solid black swirl [ reference ] with a skull design appearing in the negative space of the circle [ reference ] across his ribs
hair color: Currently: Honey blond that fades into dark roots. Naturally: Black
abnormalities: To anyone with a spiritual sensitivity or the ability to sense souls he registers as having one, which contradicts known knowledge of demon physiology.
horns/ wings/ etc: He can manifest his shadow wings without revealing his true form, close scrutiny reveals a faint starlight pattern throughout the inky tendrils.
transformed form: A veil of shadows falls over his form as he rises to a towering height, consuming the shape of any room he happens to be in. Seemingly suspended in the darkness, a crown of antlers grow from his head. 4 blood red slits bloom down his cheeks, opening into 3 sets of eyes with pitch black sclera. When anyone looks into any of his eyes they can see constellations swirling, collapsing and reforming in an unending cycle. He can manifest numerous elongated and clawed hands. The center of his being can be identified by the pulsing starburst chasm in his chest, the same cosmos of his eyes can be seen in the void.
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: He doesn’t prescribe to any mortal defined religion but finds their practices fascinating.
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: Omnilinguist
SECRETS: The soul that occupies his body did not originate as his, its true nature and origin is something he will guard with every ounce of his being and power. The cost of keeping this secret is his debt to a Nether demon.
SAVVIES: One of the few things he genuinely enjoys doing is building gunpla model kits, he’s developed an impressive collection over the years that he keeps safe in his apartment.
Powers & Abilities: Demonic Physiology: supernatural condition, invulnerability, spirit physiology, intangibility, semi-immortality, shapeshifting, hellfire manipulation Darkness Manipulation: weapon creation, wing manifestation, illusion manipulation, telekinesis, teleportation. Contract Bestowal: curse inducement, corruption inducement, death inducement, possession, punishment, demonic object manipulation
Traits: Honest but manipulative
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: n/a
Date of Death: n/a
Crime Record: [ Relationship with authority, laws broken, and crimes committed. In what Realm did you break the rules? ]
Background/Biography:
Emerging from the depths as a being spilled upon the ground, vessel-less and aimless, the living shadow remained dormant for decades. The first sight of this plane to truly enrapture was the unfathomable expanse of the cosmos. Assuming the pattern of the constellations for itself, it reached skyward and learned the sensation of despair. Such beauty was not meant to be held but instead to behold. Through watching and waiting the world taught its lessons to a ravenous pupil. Gaining forms and freedom, it traversed the land consuming the natural bounty presented before it. Yet its true desire for the stars remained too far.
Humanity held opportunity. They scorned the world that granted them so much, subjugated it to suit their whims and broke it when it didn’t comply. The shadow found itself feeling eerily at home as it watched them from the dark corners of the rooms they built. Despite its kind forged and bound to their pit, they too cannibalised each other in the fruitless climb to achieve some nebulous sense of power. It was only natural that he emerged, formed in their bipedal image to assume his place.
Decades became centuries, centuries became millennia, and he remained now coveting a sacred star of his own. He became complacent. The blade seared an infernal chasm in his chest, locked in agony as he was dragged back down and bound to one of the deepest courts. He refused to break and so he was shackled. He could keep his prize for a price.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
“You don’t have to answer that,” Hyuk interjected, fingers curling around the dancer’s shoulders to draw them behind him. His simmering rage apparent to all that knew him from the sharpness of his smile as he stood at his full height in front of the officer. The already dark shadows in the club deepened as the insults continued to collect interest the longer the cop lingered. It appeared that he had let his leashes go lax. That would be rectified soon enough.
Spit shined boots squeaked as the glorified meter maid retreated, babbling some nonsense about a warrant. Hyuk found it cute when the naive thought the system could possibly provide them any sanctuary from his reach. As the door shut, he turned to the dancer, tilting their face with a curled knuckle under their chin. “We’ll talk later.” He promised as the tension slipped away from his shoulders, “now go break up that gentleman’s marriage.”
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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: classical music on a record player, soft kisses along your collarbone, brandy neat with an orange twist and smudges of paint on every solid surface you own . With a slight resemblance to CHRISTIAN YU (DPR) of/the SOLOIST.
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last name, first name: bang dabin
alias: lobo
realm of birth(if earth, nationality): south korea
age: 29
gender: male
preferred pronouns: he/him
species: werewolf
occupation: howler recruiter & music professor at seoul university (music production and sound engineering, currently on leave due to drinking problem)
sexual orientation: straight
any associated/owned businesses: freelance artist; open to commissions for various paintings and pieces
general aesthetics: classical music on a record player, soft kisses along your collarbone, brandy neat with an orange twist and smudges of paint on every solid surface you own
VISUAL FILE: (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)
skin color: slightly tan
eye color: brown
scars: claw marks on his back from an incident he never talks about
piercings: three on each ear, fake septum occasionally
tattoos: both arms, hands, back, chest, shoulders, howlers tattoo on the right side of his pelvis
hair color: naturally brown, dyed black
abnormalities: none
horns/ wings/ etc: none
transformed form: can transform into full and partial wolf form, in full wolf form has gray and white fur with golden brown irises [reference], favors lengthened nails and hands like claws and extended canines for partial transformations
RELIGIOUS BELIEF: former christian / some degree of spiritual beliefs
SINS: lust / gluttony / greed / sloth / envy / wrath / pride
VIRTUES: chastity / temperance / charity / diligence / kindness / patience / humility
KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, english, spanish
SECRETS: his fathers side is where his werewolf lineage comes from. his mother was later turned before she got pregnant and gave birth but before then she had practiced witchcraft. she comes from a long line of witches and there is a book buried somewhere in his attic, but lobo has no knowledge of this.
SAVVIES: artistic, has a whole room within his apt dedicated to drawings and art pieces (painting is his favorite medium, charcoal secondary), plays multiple instruments
Powers & Abilities: claw/fang retraction, transformation, enhanced body/enhanced senses, agility/durability, night vision, regenerative healing, wolf physiology (gray and white wolf)
Traits: (+) patient & understanding (-) stubborn with certain things, distant at times
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of Birth: feb 22, 1993
Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]
Crime Record: multiple counts of public intoxication, has been bought in for questioning but believed to be a unreliable witness
Background/Biography:
the sound of his mother voice always soothed him. on rainy days, they would curl up by the window with a couple of hot chocolates and count the different shades of gray they could see in the clouds. his mother use to say that each color was a culmination of all the wonderful things that the world offered us, and that each shade, no matter how bright or muted was just as important and beautiful. without white there could be no gray, without red there could be no orange and without every shade there could be no rainbow that peeked out at the end of a heavy rainfall, reminding us it’s all going to be okay. but as the boy dozed off in his mother’s lap, he could not see the tears that filled her eyes. as she watched the torches light up in the horizon, all she could do was tell her son it was going to all be okay.
the years after that were a blur. his father pretended as much as he could but after promising to return one night, it took three days for lobo to finally realize he had been abandoned. transforming into a wolf for the first time, he ran into the wild. but due to his grief and rage, struggled to turn back. it wasn't until he made it to agdoeg that the howlers found him, took mercy him and showed him there ways. they were his new family and as he nestled into the pack life, he struggled with holding onto the memories of his old life. he was beginning to forget his father, but it was the idea of forgetting his mother that terrified him. so he decided to paint her and in a few years made an amazing and colorful portrait of her. that's when the pack realized he was probably meant for more in this life.
after finishing his schooling and making a well enough name to earn him a faculty position at seoul university, lobo finally found some sort of happiness. but he struggled with balancing that with the gang life. friends he had fought side by side with for years, were killed on nights he wasn't there. the leaders he once knew passed the positions of alpha and beta to young bloods, and took off into the night. and any women he saw a glimpse of love with eventually left for some real stability. lobo was confused and all the color in the world no longer brought him any inspiration. as he drowns out the nights with a bottle of soju and brandy, its the melancholy young kids like him that give him a purpose. while they both talk about their feelings by a mountain of empty bottles, they always hear the same line from him. "the howlers helped me when I needed it...maybe they can help you too."
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
the smell of alcohol seeps through his pores, filling the room and making it difficult for all the officers involved. every cup of water they serve him gets ‘accidently’ knocked over or poured out with a small and innocent ‘oops’. they tried to switch to bottles but lobo complained about this being a form of torture and threatened to sue. they bought the cups back right after. an hour passed and they finally granted him a cigarette. and with a shaky hand, he takes a drag and blows it right in the officers face. “alright, let me run you through it for real this time.” pausing for dramatic effect, he takes one more puff before leaning his shoulders forward.
“he looked like a giant baby with wings. you know how baby normally look right? but imagine it thicker and taller and teeny tiny little wings on the back of his head.” lobo made sure to draw on the pad provided for emphasis, bringing his ridiculous story to even more depths while the officer could simply watch and cringe.
“….his head?” even with the skillful drawing that lobo purposely made to resemble him and the intricate detailing on the wing, it was the placement of the wings that caught the officers attention.
“yeah! I was confused but he said something…damn what was it…something about it giving him the proper flight form to your mothers house….it was weird.”
lobo could see the veins start to pop on the poor officers forehead but it was too amusing to rile them up like this. they always believed him to just be a stupid drunk so why not run with it. “and I of course had to defend your honor which is where these bruises come from, and I fought him off, eventually he flew away and here I am. getting free water and cigarettes.” they had been here for what felt like hours now and the officer finally realized this was all just a waste of his time. “I don’t know if he made it to your moms, but I would give her a call just to check in.”
“alright,“ lobo finally wore the officer down. ”…we’re not getting anywhere so just go home, get some sleep and lay off the booze, professor.” there was a slight jeer in that last word, but he couldn’t dwell on it. what did these fucks know, they were the most corrupt gang in the city. how could they judge him. “sure, sure officer.” picking up the last cup of water they said they would pour for him tonight, he took good care of until he got to the front the station. as he exited, he tossed the water over his shoulder earning an annoyed sigh. “oops.”
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ahn yujin (ive) played as kwak yiseul aka ‘ azure ‘ - healer (cy lvl 1), howler’s luna &&. salutary
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