#* / 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 — verses

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⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀just off of the pacific, lurking in the depths and hiding in coral caves — legend tells tale of a pod of sirens promised to protect, instead of bringing death and carnage. these creatures were lethal as they were beautiful, just as the folklores painted them to be, but they lived in harmony with humans instead of hunting them mercilessly, like so many people believed. rarely were they ever actually seen by the townsfolk, but they kept the waters surrounding the island safe from pirates and pillagers, bringing the village good fortune and good health.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀minjun has been taught these values ever since he was a young fry, that the humans inhabiting his island were to be protected. they cannot have one without the other ; a unity between man and myth. but we cannot be seen by them, no matter what. you must not show yourself unless they are in peril. and you must not ever leave this island, do you understand ? don't stray too far, minjun, they are not as kind to us elsewhere. and never, ever, ever trust a pirate — they will always lie and hurt us for their own gain.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀and so minjun would stay tucked below the roiling waves, always curious of what mankind had to offer, but too scared to act upon his desires. his mother would teach him to hunt fish, and eventually bigger game too — and when his sisters had been born, minjun had taught them everything he knew.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀it must've been just past his twentieth sun when minjun's curiosity finally got the best of him. he had spent so long watching humans below the surface, and when a pirate washed up on the lagoon that minjun frequented — he couldn't help but show himself to the pirate, to offer his song to heal the buccaneer's wounds. once the pirate's crew had found their lost sailor, they took one look at minjun and realized they had struck gold. the iridescent scales of the siren's tail was a rarity, believed to be worth thousands, if you could live to sell it that was. they had beached the siren, plucked his scales and when he had tried to cry, to sing for his sisters to come and find him, they had slit his throat and left him with nothing.

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀when his sister's had found him near dead, they had pulled him back into the deep and healed his wounds, but minjun couldn't ignore the immense disappointment that leaked off of his mother's very being. she had warned him, and now minjun had paid the price. because of the scar on his throat, minjun cannot sing his song anymore, and everyday he can feel his magic slipping further away from his grasp, lost like grains of sand slipping through his claws.

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            APOCALYPSE  VERSE   ;

   when the end of the world is nigh, it’s only human nature to keep marching on. life finds a way, whether you want it to or not. a virus, a fungus, whatever the government was calling it — it didn’t matter, because humanity had been almost completely wiped in just a matter of days, leaving behind only those strong enough willing to survive the new conditions.

   minjun is the leader of old haven, a refuge of survivors that operates in an old hospital that has been cleared out. fortified over the years, old haven has private rooms for almost all survivors, a backup generator that supplies the building’s power, a backup water supply, a greenhouse to grow their own crops, and any medical supplies that could be needed. it is a sanctuary for those who find themselves in it’s walls. under constant surveillance, and the surrounding area of the hospital barricaded off to the rest of the world, there is nothing that can get in or get out without old haven knowing about it. 

   minjun is on good terms with most surrounding civilizations, old haven operating through trades with those willing to participate. this doesn’t mean that minjun hasn’t had his fair share of spilling blood in the sake of his people, and has had to make decisions he isn’t proud of — sacrifices that have been made for the greater good and for everybody’s safety. minjun is an understanding leader, willing to give people a chance in a world that’s gone to shit, though he still keeps his guard up when new survivors wish to join old haven’s ranks. everybody has a job, and that’s what makes old haven work. if you don’t abide by these rules, then you are more than welcome to try and survive outside the safety of these walls — minjun leaves no room for people who can’t pull their weight to keep his people safe.