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Introducing  —  Sangbae ‘Bae’ Yoon

fog shifting through the forest. morning dew still on low hanging leaves. ozone blowing through the air just before the rainstorm hits. empty pictures hanging on the wall. broken fences in run-down towns. empty late-night streets.  empty promises of a lost youth.  lost howels on the wind.

label: the traveller

face claim: woo do hwan

age: 29 

birthday: june 13th, 1991

species: werewolf

gender: cismale

pronouns: he/him

job: carpenter

Head Canons

Sangbae has been to more than a few countries. Part of him thinks he keeps traveling because he is trying to find a place that finally feels like home. After leaving his childhood behind and finding out exactly what he was, things were never the same for him. A sense of restlessness always hanging over him. He’s only been in Shadow Valley for a few months, but he hopes that maybe he has finally found a place to stay.

He’s never been very good with people. First, it started with shyness as a child. After his first change and finding out he was a werewolf he started to notice other things. The smell of people and practically being able to smell their emotion tended to put a damper on his wanting to be near more of them. Generally, he tries to avoid them as much as possible but with the world and how it is – it isn’t often that he has the ability.

Since he must have gotten the werewolf side of him from his absentee father, he had no idea what he had a chance to be when the right time of his life hit. He doesn’t know much about the workings of the werewolf world. Outside of watching documentaries about wolf packs, Bae doesn’t know much else. Instinctively he has been able to avoid most packs and potential problem situations. Shadow Valley is the first place he has said in longer than a month and it is only a matter of time before he has to deal with his lack of knowledge.

Bae tries to act like his mother’s reaction to what he became didn’t hurt him, but it did. It’s something that he holds onto in his mind. Like he is some sort of monster. Despite it being a surprise, being a werewolf that is, he thinks he has been able to come to terms with it decently well. But there are days when the old thoughts get the better of him and he can’t help but wonder if life would be better if he was dead or better yet… a human

Full Bio

Every parent has a dream for their child. Some think they should become rich, well known to the world, powerful. You name it, they dream it. But for Sangbae’s mother, when she held her little boy in her arms in that hospital in Seoul for the first time, it was simply for him to have a good life. She wanted that beautiful little boy to be the best man he could. A kind boy. A careful boy. Respectful but not a pushover. Simple things she dreamed of. She had not been careful. Had a child without a husband. The father disappeared into the world before she even knew about the life she carried. Still, she wouldn’t change it for the world. Never would.

Sangbae grew up loved. Despite being a bit of a quiet boy, a shy boy he made as many friends as he could. He was careful. He was honest. By the time he was five, despite him being born out of wedlock, his mother found another man. Another love and when they married it took a year for him to have a little sister. It was perfect. In spite of his wariness of the new man, he was thrilled to have a new little sister. Filled to the brim with a childhood determination to be the best hyung he could be – he did his best. Helped his mother when she asked for it. Did his chores just like he was told. Took care of his schoolwork. Even when so far as to listen to his new father [he had never had one before] and watched how he could turn spare pieces of wood into anything. An old tradition he said. A valuable trade skill despite living in a city full of metal. Respectable. Stable.

A good son in every way. All his parent’s friends said so. All their family. Everyone knew Bae to be that dependable boy. Of course, everyone expected there to be some change when he went through puberty. That was how life was after all. A boy beginning his steps into becoming a man. Even Sangbae understood that fact. But that didn’t prepare him. He didn’t think it was normal that one night he had the sudden urge to run. Be someone outside of where he was. He didn’t think it was normal when he blindly followed the instinct despite something feeling like it was shifting beneath his skin. To this day he can’t remember what his first shift was truly like. All he knew was he screamed until he couldn’t anymore. Whimpered before it was over and the next day when he woke in an abandoned warehouse with blood in his mouth and every limb shaking and naked, he knew something was wrong.

His family had thought he had been taken. Kidnapped and somehow, he freed himself. What else could he tell them? Everything was different after that. Sounds louder, scents driving him what he could only describe as insane. His anger was just a little quicker than it used to be. Every new factor piling on top of the other. Bae hated the city. Hated how it seemed to never sleep and smelled like everything had died. It didn’t help his frustration when he would accidentally break a doorknob when a little angry or whatever else. He did the only thing a kid like him could do, he researched. Looking on the internet for his symptoms only meant one thing… werewolf. But they weren’t real so... obviously… not.

The more Sangbae looked, the more hopeless it all seemed and every month he was falling apart and putting himself back together again. Every book, every manga, every movie, every show said the same. damn. thing. He was a werewolf. Despite making no sense to the thirteen-year-old – maybe it did make a little sense in the end.

During his process of discovery - his family didn’t know what to do with the changes. They moved from the big city to somewhere smaller. Trying to give him more space. Found a psychologist for him to see. But in the end, it didn’t help him. Didn’t stop the moon from taking him and bringing him back like it didn’t make him wish he was dead. All of those things were terrible but over two years he began to figure it out. Learn a little bit about himself. Silver did hurt. He could heal from most things but a night without a moon was a bad idea to try. Little bits of his new being started coming together but once again things changed when his little sister saw him change one night. Thankfully, he didn’t kill her, but it wasn’t like he could hide it when she recorded it. Like some sort of betrayal from the person, he used to care about the most.

Logically, maybe he couldn’t blame her but the look in his family’s eyes after… that hurt more than the moon ever could. To say their relationship was strained with Bae after that as an understatement. His father and sister moving back to the city to but space between them. His mother looked at him like he had decided one day that yes, he wanted to be a werewolf. It made his choice after a few years easy. Leaving was easy in a way. Taking a little money and disappearing into the night. Maybe easier than it should have been. Getting out of South Korea was easy enough. Learning as he went along from place to place was a little more difficult but what other choice was there?

At the age of eighteen, he left his family. Ten years since then and he never looked back. Moving from place to place became his thing. Traveling through Asia and Europe before he finally made his way to America. He was never more thankful that learning English had been something his… father... had made sure he did when he was a kid. His years of travel taught him that there were more than just werewolves in the world. More people for him to do his best to avoid.

Even with that thought in mind, he found himself in Shadow Valley. A quiet place where he heard supernaturals seemed to thrive and humans seemed to live just fine. The peace sounded nice. Given the fact that he had been a pack less werewolf since the very moment he transformed he hoped that peace made the wolves of the valley a little more lenient. If he were being honest, he was tired and maybe he was finally looking for a home.

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