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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

PERSONAL FILE:

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 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 HE REMINDS THEM OF: leather thigh high boots, the sound of hushed moans under red lights, and clicking of heels inside of an empty art museum . With a slight resemblance to  AHN HYEJIN ( HWASA ) of/the MAMAMOO.

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Last Name, First Name: Kangjeon, Sena ALIAS: Absinthe Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Lightspawn (Mythological) Age: 29 Date of Birth: 04-11-1992 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Species: Dragon-Blood (Asian) Occupation: Night Bloods Consiglere, Civilian job - Tattoo Artist/Art Curator Sexual Orientation: Straight/Curious

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Tanned Eye color: Paled Turquoise ( reference ) Scars: faint lines around her wrists and ankles from when her step-father chained her up, faded with time. Piercings: up her ears and one in her nose. Tattoos: a black dragon up her hip ( reference ) , another in the middle of her back ( reference ), ‘Hyerim’ in Hangul behind her left ear, night bloods droplet on her rib, ‘duel-ssi’ tattoo on her middle finger matching with her cousin, ‘awaken the beast’ in hangul on the back of her neck following her spine. Hair color: the starkest and darkest black Abnormalities: Not really an ‘abnormality’ but she has knee length hair, sharpened canine teeth on top and bottom Horns/ wings/ etc: retractable horns on her forehead Transformed form: A long dragon with the blackest scales imaginable that shift with a turquoise iridescent, her mane onyx on the top of her head before fading into smoke and then pure white at the tail with glowing Aqua eyes ( reference )

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  Absolutely none SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Chinese SECRETS: She was indeed the one to send her family home up into a blaze, killing her entire family inside. SAVVIES: Art, Sketching, Tattooing

Powers & Abilities: Atmospheric Adaptation, Aura/Chi/Magic Manipulation, Aura Sight (the ability to see ones aura), Semi-Immortality, Elemental Breath (Smoke & Fire, can also be Ice for Asian Dragons), Supernatural Condition, Fear Masking, Wing Manifestation, Pyrokinesis, Smoke Manipulation, Ice Manipulation (Asian), Water Manipulation (Asian), Poison Manipulation.

Traits:

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 05-31-1992

Date of Death:  

Crime Record: Assault and Battery, Petty Theft, Solicitation, on record. Off record - Assassinations, Kidnapping, Murder of her family.

Background/Biography:

tw: rape, gang rape, child abuse, allusion to murder

Trying to acclimate to a new life, in a new country, with even new civilians was something starkly abrasive. She’d remembered the island, the little castle right off of Jeju. The sight of pure white dragon’s flying in and out of view. It was usually Father or her Grandfather, and every now and then her Grandmother would take to the skies, smaller dragon’s of all colors trailing behind her for her safety.

She can’t remember much of it now, grey stone walls and dark tunnels, pretty yet decaying with the elding of them all. Nothing lasts forever and even Grandmother was hitting the cap in her age, but the Kangjeon Dragon’s tended to outlive those around them. It was fine then, life was settled like dust, and it took a lot more than notches in your belt or a flick of the wrist for it to all rise, when it did it was fire and brimstone, and someone’s bloodline was left wallowing in their extinction, but Kangjeon’s tended to stay on top.

They weren’t inherently ‘rich’, there was no ‘royalty’, maybe back in those times, but the castle was only what remained of their dynasty, centuries later and here it stood, the new generation of Kangjeon, and his children living in it...happily..at first.

Sena could remember when her father had gotten sick. Not even the most well known witches and alchemist could cure him, simply only make him comfortable with pills, medicines and elixirs, mostly so that his two loving pride and joys, didn’t watch him suffer as he coughed blood into pure white handkerchiefs. And even more so in the fear of his death, as Grandmother Kangjeon wasn’t elated with the eldest of his lineage being a woman, but Seungyeol was much too young to be the head of their clan, but it wasn’t just Sena’s gender that had those before them at such an abrupt stance on her inheritance, but rather, she was the first dragon of their clan in over two hundred years to be born with solid black scales, and the infamous blue flame. Black dragons  aren't inherently rare, they’re seen pretty often, but the birth of a black dragon in Kangjeon clan is on the sign of impending doom, there is a reason why you’re only used to the pure white, iridescent scales and grey to white manes as they float heavenly around the pillars of the castle that tended to kiss the sky. The last time a black dragon was born into the clan, it was the extinction of them all that threatened to sweep through their village. And Sena’s blue flames and cerulean eyes were only an added smudge on their legacy.

But her father never treated Sena that way, in fact he favored her, showing her the beauties of art and dance, both talents of which she’d gained from him. He would spend hours in his study working with the smudge at his feet, and simply ignoring the lingering family of his that could not rapid their heads around his daughter's impurity. He wouldn’t allow them to blame her mother, a dragon of just as high of a stature with beautiful white and blue scales, as she was chosen to guarantee the ‘pureness’ of the bloodline.

The patriarch of the Kangjeon’s clan on their little island had only little time to live, as his illness swept over him not long after Sena’s birth, and only lasted him until the fifth birthday of his unblemished son. Only for the hope of what was left of the Kangjeon legacy to die shortly after, of the same unknown illness his father had come down with.

It was then the clan could openly shun Sena and her mother, sending them off the island to Korea’s mainland with the close on their back and whatever her father had left them, it was there she’d met Sean Groskook, a traveling broker who fell for her ‘foreign’ charms and courted her until she finally agreed to marry him, and uproot their lives do west Texas.  What Sena thought would be a big suburban house on acres of land, Little House on the Prairie dream, was a living nightmare, not only for her but her mother as well.

Sean was a religious man, a man who ran his life by The Book, and for The Book. They were to eat together every night and pray together, to his god and his god only. As if Sena and her mother didn’t come from a world of myth and impracticalness, where the person next to you could be a god themselves. She couldn’t diminish herself to his world, the world of the man he claims is his maker and the maker to all, but if she refused to follow, he refused her regular parenting duties, food, shelter, clothing and on occasion subject her to violence unless she bowed down to his word and the word of the being he claimed to worship.

But Sena had grown up the black sludge of her family her entire life, she’d even become the odd one out in this family as well, Sean had his own children, boys from another marriage, and Sena’s mother had grown pregnant quickly with another son. She was cat-like eyes and long dark hair in a sea of hazel hues and blonde locks, her brother even being born with more of Sean’s features than her heritage. And being the only female child in the house she was diminished to exactly that.

She’d continued to rebel, lugging black-eyes and bruises to school, but a God-fearing man to the community could do no harm, and to them Sena was the problem, she’d gotten those injuries from a stupid fight or working on the farm, that’s all she did anyways, constantly getting in altercations and hoping someone would hear her cries for help.  But it wasn’t until Sean had caught Sena with a neighborhood girl, cuddled behind a hay bail as they watched the cows and horses graze. Nightly the trauma played through her mind, like scenes from a bad horror film. When she closed her eyes she could see him dragging her across their land by her long black locks, ones she’d grown proud of growing as they settled at her ankles at just fifteen years old. She’d remember the way she screamed for her mother, who only stood there and cried, the way he threw her in that God-forsaken closet like she was a heap of  trash and the way he used her body in the name of the ‘Lord.’

The way he forced her legs apart, ignored the slaps and clawing at his face and body and kicking and screaming, the way he prayed in her ear as if this is what his god would have wanted. She remembered thinking it was over, and the way those boys opened the door, with solemn looks on their faces, tears in the youngest ones eyes as they lined up, and one by one, defiled her, that wicked man standing over and praying for them as he watched, as they all watched.

It was all darkness after that, as if the lights went out, only to be illuminated by blue flames that turned an angry red as the house slowly caved in on itself, their screams for her silent now, as she held to the phone shaking, wishing her mother didn’t have to go with them.

It was years, in and out of police stations and court rooms, Sena found not guilty as according to them there was no evidence that she’d set the fire, and her battered and bruised body mingled with the blood caked on her thighs when they had found her, lead officers to not pry too much on what happened to her, and what needed to be done for her escape. The liberation of rusty police station scissors, leaving her long dark hair on the grimey tile as they whisked her away to testify.

She’d found solace in a cousin that had moved to states then, running thick as thieves and rebelling in the streets, she’d found happiness and drugs and men but ultimately the pain that America had left on her soul sent her back to her home. It was strip club to strip club to make money, things were hard when you were on your own, when your family finally turned against you, but it was meeting the one man that would show her life’s meaning, after she felt she’d lost her cousin to marriage and a peaceful life, that seemed...to turn it all around for Sena.

But letting go of that rebellion was hard, making it in a ‘pristine’ world when you’ve been tarnished was hard, and joining the Night Bloods, made that easier. They’d gotten her the apartment she dreamed of, and the tattoo shop she yearned for, they’d gotten her the connections to further her search for the art she found joy in but they also had earned her, being alone all over again. Sure now, a five year old beautiful girl ran around her apartment with all her lovely joy and laughter...but she’d lost the man that had given her life meaning, and she’s clinging desperately to him...and everything else she’s got left.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

She picked at her chipped nail polish, rolling her eyes again. Sena was tired, so unbelievably tired and she’d had to relay this story over and over again until finally she landed herself here, the captain, social services and a psychiatrist sitting in front  of her.

Sena ran through the events again, in grooling detail, every touch, every prayer, every slap every time he pushed his disgusting c*ck into her and every time his sons followed suite.

“I told you guys, I don’t remember how the fire started, everyone was just screaming and my mom yelled for me to get out.” She lied, remembering how pretty the blue flames bloomed over her finger tips, how the walls dared her to touch them, how the sounds of their screams made her feel, absolutely nothing but triumph.

Trembling hands rand through her choppy new look that she’d given herself the other day in the restroom. Her case worker had promised to take her to get it shaped and evened out but she honestly hadn’t cared, she would shave it if she could.

“And why did it take you so long to report it or get help Sena, the house was practically bare bones when fire fighters got there.”

She shrugged, “I tried calling, the reception was bad or something, why do we have to keep talking about this?”

“Yes Sena we do...people died in that fire, your mother, your step father, four of your siblings died, we have to know how to get to the bottom of this and make sure no one is targeting you so we can protect you.”

“I can protect myself! I’ve been protecting myself my whole life! You guys weren’t trying to protect me when he beat me, when he left me without food! When they raped me. And now that their dead suddenly I need protecting? Fuck you guys. I don’t know how it started, and frankly I don’t care.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: cigarette butts, the sound of a gameboy booting up, and bloody knuckles . With a slight resemblance to HWANG HYUNJIN of/the STRAY KIDS.

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Last Name, First Name: Jin, Malachi 'Kai' ALIAS: Haise Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth Age: 20 Date of Birth: October 31st, 2001 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: Half-Ghoul/Half-human Sexual Orientation: Pansexual Occupation: Game Developer/Night Blood lacky/Weapon’s Tech

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Pale Eye color: One dark grey, the other ruby red Scars: plenty of them on his knuckles, one across his nose, and on his upper cheek Piercings: Up both ears, and one in his belly-button Tattoos: both sleeves of sparse stick and pokes and little tattoos, and notably large centipede up his side and around his back in red ink. Hair color: White Abnormalities: His ghoul eye Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: Before he dyed his hair and when he was younger, it would turn white and his normal eye would become the same as the ghoul one. Now that he's older he transforms almost completely with centipede esk legs out his back, and a beak like structure that resembles a plague doctor mask and two extra eyes form.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: English and Below Average Korean SECRETS: He is responsible for the string of 'animal attacks' that have been happening in the camping/overnight area of the park SAVVIES:  Technology and Model Architecture, Electric Guitar, Drums, Bass, Song Writing Powers & Abilities: Ghoul Physiology Traits: prideful & protective

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 10/31/2001

Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ]

Crime Record: Petty theft, Assault, Assault and Battery, Robbery, Avoiding Police, Assault of a Police Officer, Fleeing the scene of a crime, Drug Possession, Tampering with Evidence, Minor in Possession, Minor in Consumption and solicitation, all expunged at 18 and done in the US.

Background/Biography:

Malachi or 'Kai' Jin was a household name for the LAPD. There wasn't a week where the boy wasn't encountering the officers that hunkered down in the East area of the city. From shoplifting to being in possession the file the young half-ghoul began at such a young age only got bigger as the years went on. He'd even spent a spell in juvenile detention for severely beating another young boy for bullying and taunting a close friend of his (see:crush). Being raised by a single mother with two younger siblings, a mother who'd rather drink or do drugs to escape her own problems didn't help in the rehabilitation of the troubled teen. Fighting, stealing and making quick cash to feed the less than poor quartet was all he'd known.

The cards seemed to be turning in the delinquent's favor. At the young age of nine he was transferred to a school for the rich and incredibly intelligent, and the Jin family hadn't been rich at all, but Kai's smarts were enough to send him to the school two cities away. He leapt his way to the top of the class, a studious student that teachers tended to coddle because of his class status. Students followed suit and his entire school career in the prestigious system was a revolving door of detention and suspensions.

But as Kai got older, there was more of an issue at hand, the raising of the siblings his mother brought into the world and the money that didn't come with them. As the teen entered high school his life turned into school days and nights on the streets doing whatever he could to bring home a meal. A lot of the young ghoul's anger grew, losing a lot of his childhood to children  he didn't have and for awhile he didn't want. An anger and grudge he had with his mother, even still holding her up in everyway possible. Many nights holding her hair back or making her vomit on his own, holding her while she cried or icing bruises, as if his mother was one of his own children and not the mother to them all.

The ghoul looked for a distraction, he and the other delinquents forming some sort of garage band, and who knew they’d actually be good? But his distractions didn’t stop with the song writing and the vibration of a drumset beneath his fingertips, it fell into the arms of a Chosen Child not so up to his speed, not that he minded. He’d let his friends be the ones to shield him from the life he was subjected to at home, a family of sorts trying to raise the child who not only had to raise himself, but others.

He'd never looked for his father, assuming he'd split before his mother could ever look up after his birth, and even when the well spoken, gangly man who'd seemed to linger was said to father his little sister and brother didn't cross his mind. And even when he found out that the well spoken man was his own father, he crossed his existence from his mind. Anger bubbling over at the thought of Yacht parties and Jaguars while he and his family struggled to eat daily. He chose to keep him at arms length, that he didn't need him, his money or his other family, that is until his mother's demise. He'd come home to a sobbing eight-year-old, and stoic two-year-old watching their mother's lifeless body as he trotted around a private high school.

Kai tried his best to keep them afloat on his own, using his body, or selling drugs if he needed, but the eviction notice still came after long, and Kai found himself making a very embarrassing call to the older brother he never cared to acknowledge and making his way to the Korean hub of Agdoeg to start over, a new life...maybe. But even as things seemed to shape up, the teen’s discourse with his natural hunger came blindsiding after his break up. He’d found himself being consumed by the hunger of others out of inability to control his emotions as an adolescence. Where typing code and playing video games inside a corporate building only led to him moonlighting as a killer, an animalistic instinct taking over anytime he was rattled mentally. He’s struggling to control it now, choosing to starve most days, but starving....is proving more and more difficult.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

A smirk crawled across Kai's lips, he crossed his arms, tattoos on display. Chuckles fell from the expression as he cocked a brow. Were they that dumb? Thinking he'd speak on it just that easy, "Nothing." He said again, finding it comical how the officer's faces fell. They all sighed, he'd been in the interview room for hours now but he hadn't broke.

He'd been behind the scenes most of it, toggling through the camera's he hacked into to gain access , he watched the gangs every move, from the moment they entered the bank to the moment they crawled back through the ceiling. He'd been the one to turn the alarms off, disable the code needed to get into the vault and sat back and sipped a redbull as they cleaned out the safety deposit boxes.

"I was at home, with my....I wont say boyfriend, the whole night," the half ghoul gave them another smile, "I'll spare you the details, but we had nothing to do with anything, I haven't seen nothing, heard nothing or touched nothing so if you'd unlock these cuffs I'll make my way home, I do have work in the morning, dickheads."

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: firey pentagrams, a gaping maw, bloodied hands praying over a rosary   . With a slight resemblance to CHAE HYUNGWON of/the MONSTA X/MODEL/ACTOR.

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Last Name, First Name: Cho Doyun Alias: the Chariot Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Korean Age: 27 Date of Birth: 01/15/1994 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: Human (Incubus possessed) Occupation: Unemployed (Former teacher) Sexual Orientation: ????

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Pale Eye color: Dark Brown Scars: None Piercings:  Earrings but thats about it Tattoos: None Hair color: Black Abnormalities: Idk he’s a long boi Horns/ wings/ etc: None Transformed form: Upon full possession, hiseyes turn grey, his skin tinges a sickly sort of grey color beneath, his teeth become sharper. His shadow betrays him, showing the Incubus’ full physiology: bat wings, the tail, giant goat horns upon his head.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Used to be religious but being possessed probs means that you forsaken any god

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice / prudence

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, and whatever archiac hell language the incubus speaks (admin note: it’s latin sejung)

SECRETS: He has no idea when the incubus takes over. He’s in a constant battle against it, pushing it out from his mind, but sometimes he becomes weak. allowing the thing to fully overcome him. He doesn’t kn ow what it does when it locks him away. He only awaken s later with a horrifying sense of dread bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

SAVVIES: Reading, proficiency in Literature

Powers & Abilities: the human has no discernable traits but the Incubus can induce sex magic

Traits: deeply righteous but is also really reclusive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 01/15/1994

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: None, but the incubus is trying to start a coup in Hell so  ... there’s that

Background/Biography:

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The incubus rose.

Born from something deep within the fiery depths of hell itself, it claws its way out. It owns no name, no holding of any form in any realm for it to matter. It has become weak, and unfortunately, just a little bit desperate. It seeks power; a craving so deep and innate that it feels like it’s blood is bubbling over. For it’s millenium of living, it had known only squalor. It sought to sit upon that gilded throne at the very heart of the infernal underworld, but it was weak… powerless against demons that claimed higher positions in power over it. It hated it. It was filled with a sense of pride… it would become more than this…

Ĭ̸̧̻̭̺̮̙̞̺͚̹̭̺̱̟̺̈́̀͊̈́͆͂̎̓̈̀̀̏͆T̷̺̎ ̶̢͙͓̹̟̻̯̟͍̙̭̘̳̓̄̈́̂̎̉͆̂̈́͜W̴̧̛͕͓͙͉̞̺̰̆̓͒͑̐͂̽͠͝O̴̧̧͓̝̣͈̙̹̤̮̯̬͖̮͑̂̅̀̉̈́͑́͊̓̀͊̑͒͘Ū̴̟̱̣̝͎͌̎̿̽͌͠͝L̸̤̺̬̂͛̐̂͛̊̓͂̉Ḏ̴͚̄̓́̋͒̽̚͠͝ ̶͍̫͍̓̈̐̕͠I̶̢̧̩̮̦̲͓̻̱͕̋̊͌͐͠T̸̢̡̜͙̠̮͎̔́͛̃̓̂͑́̀̄̕ ̸̡̡̙̜͈̙̭̳̻̦͑͗̃̂̔̃͛̓W̶̡̺̖̱̠̖̦̬̙̤̗͉͆̕Ò̴̹͎Ứ̷̧̦̹̫͎͉͙̣̗̭͚̠̘̹͒̂̌̽͌͂̅͆͜L̸̝̼͉͔̿͆͒͆͛́̇̇̊̆͘͠D̸̨̧̡̯̱͚̬̩͊͂̄͗̑͆͜͝͝ ̷̳͕̥̒͆Ȉ̴̧̨̡̭̠̺̰͚̝̦̤̖̳́͐͌ͅT̸̡͍̱̺͛̄̐͒͒͑̈́͌̄̑͗͗̂̕͝ ̴̛̛̩́͗̀̋͊̊̓̈́̕Ẁ̷̡̧̜̝̘͓͚̪͇̙̖̣̹̔̃̀͂̓͆͂̕͘͘͝Ŏ̵̡̪͖͚̝̹̭̘̤͉̟̿͛̉̆̀̿̽͘U̴̫̰̗̭̙̜̣̦̠͚̖͚̭̬̾͝L̵̰̟̥̟̖̘̺͌̃Ḑ̴̢̧̰̼̝̗̰͙͌̉͛͌̽͘͜ ̷̘̗̹̈́͊͂̿͊̓̈́͒́̇̋̔͝I̴̛̹͈͓͚̞̓̈̌̎͛͐̋͋̉̎͂̉̚͝Ṯ̷̨̗̦̟̗̞̟̈́̏̒̀͑̿̈́́̓͌͊̎́̚ͅ ̴̡̩̫̻̯̹̗̝̳͇̬͕̐̂̉͛̅̐W̷̨̮̱̳̤̼͎͓̬̫̏̈ͅƠ̴̩͎̰̲̭̤̫̞̦͇͖̙͋͂̆̄̀̾̃̍̽̊̌̚͜͝Ų̷̞͖͉͍̈̓̈́́̆͛L̷̨̬̙̣̠̥̝̗̅̏̌̔̆͘͘͜ͅD̶͔̲͉̿͜ ̸̧͖̙̬̹̩̌̅̇͗̚͝IT -

It had risen.

It roamed the streets of the unnamed city in the realm of humans in an attempt to claim their souls and draw power from them. It was successful for a time, felt the body of itself bubble over with force as the souls sat in its stomach.

Soon. Soon it would return. Soon, it would raise the crown upon its head and sit on that throne. It would not be so powerless anymore. It would own hell, heaven, the earth… everything and nothing would become theirs. No force would be able to touch it.

But soon was not now.

The possibility of soon… it was what had weakened it.

The priest was nothing. Should have been nothing. The man was human, and therefore feeble despite the holy power he had wrought down upon it. It had no idea how the man had found him. The incubus had been hovering over the body of his latest conquest, maw still tinged with the flavor of that ravenous soul inside the back of its teeth. But it’s mindlessness after such an escapade had been its ruin. It had not sought to be as careful as it had been prior it seemed, for the priest had seemingly been following it for a while, waiting patiently for a moment to attack.

For a moment, it was overwhelmed with the feeling of rage, powerless against the man’s relentless attacks upon it.

The thing lay near-dead on the ground. The priest had stood over it for the briefest of moments, checking for death. But the thing about humans was that they were stupid… their humility would be their down fall. The man should have struck it again… just in case. But the man did not, simply walking away from it with the full confidence that he had rid the earth of it.

In a futile last effort, the incubus stood, crawling in the shadows after the man with the full knowledge that it would kill the man and the man’s family in retribution. It would make them hurt. It would be slow… painful and so excruciating that they would have wished for the earth to swallow them whole.

Even if it didn’t kill them, he would make them B̸͖̐Ų̷̾R̷̘̆N̴̤̈

MEANWHILE, AT THE SAME TIME

Doyun sat at the table with his mother, quiet conversation falling over the two as they waited for his father to come home. More often than not, the patriarch Cho would stay late at the church, waiting in the pews for late confessionals or something likened to it.

Doyun was a good kid. Smart, endlessly kind and witty and aiming for a full-time position at the elementary school he worked at. He went to church with his parents when he could, occasionally helped with activities there for the kids… he had lived about as quietly as one could.

He lived alone, but more often than not found himself at his parent’s home, just to visit and rid himself of the homesickness he felt despite the many years since he’d moved out.

From the front of the house, the door clicked open and then promptly shut again.

Doyun’s mother sat up, walking away from the table to greet his father while Doyun sat at the table patiently waiting for them both to come back. His eyes fell to the window, the city’s lights nothing more than mere specks in the distance.

He blinked.

For a moment, he could have sworn that the reflection in the glass was not his own. He did not possess grey eyes or a gaping mouth with sharp teeth. He blinked again and it was gone. Maybe coffee so late in the evening was not a good idea, seeing as it made his imagination run wild.

Through the doorway in the kitchen, his parents appeared, and he went to greet them, but not before seeing his own father throwing a worried look at the window.

LATER

Sleep came easily. It was not so difficult when one lived a life as busy as his. Lesson plans and grading homework was quite literally a handful, and he found himself all but passing out on his parent’s couch for the night, too tired to drive himself back across the city to his own place.

He never dreamed, almost too exhausted that his brain basically powered down, lulling him into nothingness. But that night, he dreamt. It was that same face from beyond the window, hovering over his form in the dream. It was as though he were on the outside looking in, and it felt so real that he could feel the thing’s breath on his face, a wing brushing at his arm… he twitched.

A̵̡̐L̵̲̄L̸͔̚ ̵̣̐Ŵ̴̲I̸̱͌L̶̜̊L̴͔̐ ̵͈͗B̶̞͋E̸̤͐ ̸̜̄W̵̯̃E̷̤͝L̶̨̈́L̶̓͜

Without even opening its gaping jaw, Doyun knew that it was speaking to him. The thing repeated that sentiment many times as it grasped one clawed hand at his mouth, pulling down at his jaw until it hung open. Doyun tried to move to stop it, but the image was so jarring that he was helpless to do anything else aside from watch.

No ceremony was made of the situation, just the sick feeling of watching his slack mouth connect with that other being’s. Nothing seemed to happen, just that strange show the demon put on as Doyun watched his own body.

And then he felt something.

Not in his body, but in his mind. It was as though something had entered a doorway up there and locked the door from the outside. It felt both numbing and burning, and he flinched away from the feeling as he felt his subconscious try to remove that alien thing from him.

It was so quiet. The quiet only grew, vibrating in the air until he was consumed by static as the demon turned from the limp body below him to stare straight at him, the version of him watching over this event unfold.

A̵̡̐L̵̲̄L̸͔̚ ̵̣̐Ŵ̴̲I̸̱͌L̶̜̊L̴͔̐ ̵͈͗B̶̞͋E̸̤͐ ̸̜̄W̵̯̃E̷̤͝L̶̨̈́L̶̓͜

Except this time, it sounded like his own voice, just crackling with static as though he were listening from a very old vinyl player.

And then he awoke.

-

Possession was never an easy thing. He had not even realized that it was more than just a horrifying nightmare just a few days later, when he awoke from sleep only to find himself in the middle of his classroom, all of his students staring at him in absolute horror with other teachers huddling in front of them.

That instance was enough for him to resign from his job, remove himself from everything he had worked towards for his entire life, hiding out in his apartment for days on end until he became nothing short of a recluse. He only went out when he deemed it extremely necessary, speaking little and hoping that the demon would not come out to play.

But the voice in his head was relentless, constantly at the forefront of his mind and recalling to him all the violence he wanted to put into effect, the horrible things he would do to him and his family and the world until it was granted enough power from him and the souls he collected.

It was like fighting a war from the inside out. No one was privy to the knowledge of what had happened that night, and even his father had not known what to do. The demon in his head made staticking noises in his head every time his father came around.

To seek exorcism and the removal of the demon from him, he went to just about every church and holy place that he could find, but the demon persisted. It latched onto him as though it were a disease… a well and full parasite inside his body. He felt hollow… he felt like a puppet whose strings were on too tight.

It was worse that, when he was completely powerless and the demon fully absorbed itself into him, he had no idea what went on. He would merely wake up, usually clean in his own bed or out in public with nothing more than that. Other times… he knew that the demon wanted to drive him mad, and took to leaving him amidst the gore and horror he’d left behind.

But nothing would stop him from seeing this come to an end. He would find a way to remove that demon, all while trying to keep his sanity intact.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Doyun had woken up here, under the bright lights of the interrogation room in the precinct with no recollection of what had happened previously in the night. That familiar sense of dread fell upon him, sitting in his stomach and churning to the point where he felt that his insides would come out.

All he had remembered before waking here was that sinister voice in his mind, adamantly whispering ho him:

Ỹ̷͉Ō̷̬U̶̼͋ ̷̮̑Ṣ̵̈H̷̿͜O̸̩̾Ǘ̷͈L̷̞͛D̴͖͑ ̸̝̀K̶͇̃I̶̼̕L̶͚͊L̴̻͋ ̶̦̕Ṯ̵̀H̴̘͠Ḁ̶̎T̷̼̂ ̷̭̔G̸̛̥U̸̗̇Ȳ̶͚

He knew what the incubus wanted. He had no idea what it had done while taking over his body. The fear of that was nothing new to him, but it wracked at his nerves all the same. Swallowing down bile, he stared up at the officer questioning him as Doyun wrung his numb, cold fingers.

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled, static lingering in his brain. It almost sounded like laughter.

The officer pressed, gentle but with an edge to his tone as Doyun sat stock-still in horror. “I don’t remember. All I saw was the man’s body on the ground… Nothing seemed wrong with him aside from the fact that he had passed out so I… I went over to him. I didn’t hear a pulse. I didn’t know what to do…”

He could feel tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he counted the situation. He remembered feeling the cold skin and seeing those unseeing eyes stare up above him. It was the demon’s more cleaner exploits, one he knew was meant to torment his mind than do anything else. The way the thing in his head so frivolously took to stealing the lives of others to torment him left him feeling even more sick.

The officer stared at him, brows furrowed as he took in Doyun’s pained expression. Neither of them spoke for a while, and the static pressed on.

“Okay,” the officer sighed after a while, “you should go home. Take your mind off the situation for the night and come back tomorrow.”

The officer let him out, leaving him at the front of the precinct’s doors with a small nod. The static grew stronger still.

i̵t̷ ̶w̸o̶n̵'̷t̶ ̷s̷t̵o̷p̶.̶ ̵ It said.  ̸t̶h̶i̷s̵ ̶c̵o̷u̶l̶d̶ ̶e̴n̶d̴ ̸i̶f̷ ̷o̸n̸l̴y̸ ̴y̵o̴u̴ ̶j̶u̸s̴t̵ ̵d̸i̴d̴ ̸w̸h̴a̴t̸ ̵i̴ ̵a̸s̸k̴e̸d̵.̵

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: fallen wisterias, blue flames and gun metal . With a slight resemblance to LEE DONG-MIN of/the ASTRO.

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last name, first name: Han Minjun Alias: Nightcrawler, Jun realm of birth (if earth, nationality): korean Age: 1000+ date of birth: sometime around 1020, Goryeo Dynasty gender: male preferred pronouns: he/him species: huli jing/dokkaebi occupation: nightbloods caporegime sexual orientation: pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: pale eye color: dark brown/black, during moments of transformation have a tendency to glow blue Scars: a brand on his chest he never talks about, it’s centuries old, but somehow has never faded Piercings: none Tattoos: none hair color: black Abnormalities: yeowoo guseul, held between his teeth and thus not usually in sight, only appears during transference of powers/when he is literally sucking the life out of someone horns/ wings/ etc: a set of prehensile nine tails that, when cast in a certain light, seem to glow ominously transformed form: a white nine-tailed fox, sometimes known to carry a book in his mouth

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief: formerly buddhist, currently aligning more non-religious sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath virtues: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice known languages: korean, english, can read chinese because goryeo lol secrets: he hasn’t eaten a human in over 500 years, and only gains his powers through transference from his yeowoo guseul, and only steals it from people he believes to be the worst of the worst, or even those who are at the brink of death and seeking a way to end their lives peacefully, also he lies about his age a lot because he hates being called old savvies: good at communicating has been known to crawl through seedy bars as a hobby and hang out with whoever is willing to talk to him, organized and methodical and plays lots of strategy games (i.e. go).

powers & abilities: immortality, fox fire, life-force absorption,  Dokkaebi Physiology (Korean), Sleep-paralysis Inducement, Supernatural Beauty, Possession, Shape-shifting, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Dream Manipulation, Nine-Tailed Fox Physiology

traits: caring, but ultimately guarded

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: sometimes around year 1020 date of death: n/a crime record: has a healthy fear of authority, in the past had stolen from the rich in order to feed the people of the villages he would pass through (eat the rich baby!)

Background/Biography:  (tw: cannibalism, death, suicide)

In the height of the Goryeo Dynasty, Han Minjun was born as the result of an affair between a gumiho and high-level palace scholar. Han Minjun, for multiple reasons, had been kept a secret all his life. Despite being stowed away from the outside world at a young age, he had a somewhat peaceful and quiet upbringing. He and his mother moved away from the capital city right after he was born, in a remote village where they prayed they would never be found. His father visited as much as he could, despite his continued work for the palace.

For a time, everything was perfect. Minjun’s mother worked as a farmer, and was doting and fiercely protective, often giving him small treats every now and again. His father, during his visits, would teach them how to read and write, and would also send gifts from the palace. His parents were happy, and therefore, Minjun was happy.

But as he grew, he started to change. He had been raised with no mention of his inhuman heritage; he only knew that day by day, it was becoming increasingly harder to withhold his hunger—he would often resort to eating his meals raw… and eventually… human. It sickened him, and could only stomach eating that sort of thing every other month. Despite that, the ill feeling and his disgust towards that, his hunger still grew. And with his hunger, came the powers, the shifting, the feeling of something like a marble growing in his throat. His mother, understandably worried about the new development, decided it would be better to train him so that he could gain better control of himself, or better yet, prevent his powers from manifesting at all.

She tried everything that she could: not feeding him for a thousand days, feeding him too much for a thousand days… nothing seemed to work and with the passing days and months, Minjun became too powerful to withhold. Resigned and heartbroken to the fact that her son would live life as a monster, his mother gave in, ultimately teaching him the ways of the nine-tailed fox. And after years and years of training and practice, he had almost made it out without having been caught.

Almost.

It started with a village on fire, bodies shrivelled into ash and cries for help coming from all sides, his mother forcibly yanking him awake and running through smoke and fire, tripping over themselves in their hurry to escape. At the entrance to the village, stood his father, eyes alight and proud even as he was hauled to his knees by palace guards, with blood spilling through the gaping hole in his hanbok.

And then they took his mother.

Many years passed, and riddled with grief and anger, he did all that he could to spite those in power. Stealing medicine and food from rich lords and handing them off into the villages he would pass through. He lived this way for centuries, and watched as his country grew, changed, helpless and also just a tad bit pedestrian—he had grown up to live in secret, and old habits die hard.

In the new century, Minjun had somehow found himself running with what he could only call a gang; it was out of character for him—so high profile, so open, and yet it abetted him with a sense of belonging, so he stayed. And while their ideals were far too extreme for his own tastes, he had grown to be fond of this weird little family, and chose to dedicate his time to them.

It helped that he was just a little bit blood hungry. Just a little.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

“Well,” Minjun sighed passively, staring plaintively at the wall above him, “it was all so sudden…” Truth be told, him and authority figures have never gotten along—what with his history and all. But it came with the job, didn’t it?

“And truth be told, I can’t recollect a single thing; I pay no mind to fickle human matters. I’m a thousand years old, nothing phases me enough to be memorable.” He hoped and prayed that his false bravado and his evident distaste would be labeled as yet another trope aligning with ‘he’s rich, aloof, and doesn’t pay attention to things—he may be a little stupid’ in their books and let him go. Thus was the incompetence of the enforcers of law nowadays.

“If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: burnt sugar, dead roses, and half-lit cigarettes. With a slight resemblance to BAE JOOHYUN (IRENE) of/the RED VELVET.

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last name, first name: chae sebinn alias: one-winged angel realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Korean, born in Rome age: 300+ date of birth: mid-1600s gender: cis female preferred pronouns: she/her species: succubus occupation: ivory lotus mistress sexual orientation: undecided but ultimately, not straight

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: pale red eye color: golden scars: none piercings: not anywhere one can see with clothes on ;0 tattoos: a giant red dragon on her left thigh hair color: black abnormalities: not really abnormal but she has claw-like nails. Are they acrylics? Who knows horns/ wings/ etc: one enormous, black, dragon-like wing, curled ram-like horns, sharp fangs, transformed form: red eyes, the wing, and a prehensile tail hehe

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief:  does considering oneself god count as a religion? sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath virtues: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice known languages: english, korean, latin, among others secrets: there’s literally no reason that she needs to be as fucking crazy as she is. savvies: a great manipulator; she can play to people’s wants and beliefs, willing to do anything (in more ways than one) to obtain power, actually a pretty decent leader

powers & abilities: immortality, lust inducement, kiss of death (gluck gluck 3000 of the soul), Death by Sex, Dream Walking, Enslavement Kiss, Indomitable Sexuality, Lust Magic, Temptation Embodiment.

traits: through, but just. Mean. so mean.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: mid-1600s date of death: n/a crime record: she hasn’t gotten caught for anything yet but you know she’s done some shit

Background/Biography:

( TW: death)

BORN TO AN ARISTOCRATIC DEMON FAMILY, CHAE SEBINN HAD IT ALL. SHE WAS THE PRIDE AND JOY OF EVERYONE IN HER LIFE; SHE WAS BEAUTIFUL, SMART, AND SEEMINGLY KIND. HER FAMILY, LIKE MANY OTHER SUPERNATURAL BEINGS DURING HER TIME, LIVED OUT THEIR DAYS SEEMINGLY HUMAN; HER FAMILY WAS ESPECIALLY RARE, GOING SO FAR AS TO RENOUNCE THEIR DEMONIC NATURES SO THAT THEY MIGHT WALK IN PEACE AMONG THE HUMANS.

SEBINN WAS DIFFERENT. WHILE SHE WAS RAISED TO HOLD THE SAME BELIEFS AS HER FAMILY, SHE KNEW SHE WAS SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. SHE DIDN’T WANT TO PLAY AT HUMAN: MALLEABLE, SMALL…WEAK. IT WAS BENEATH HER. SHE WANTED EVERYONE TO KNOW JUST HOW GOOD SHE WAS, AND HOW GREAT SHE COULD BE.

SHE THOUGHT THAT COMMUNICATING THIS TO HER FAMILY WOULD CHANGE THEIR WAYS, BECAUSE SHE WAS MOST LOVED, MOST REVERED, ABOVE ALL IN HER HOUSE. DESPITE THAT, SHE WAS MET WITH CONCERN, WORRY. HER PARENTS TALKED HER OFF THE LEDGE, OR SO THEY’D THOUGHT.

WITHOUT ANY BACKING FROM THE HOUSE, SEBINN WENT SO FAR AS TO SNEAK OFF IN THE NIGHT, COURTING VARIOUS SUITORS AND PLAYING AT GOD WHEN SHE COULD. SHE WENT SO FAR AS TO SEDUCE VARIOUS MEMBERS OF THE CHURCH, CLAIMING TO BE THEIR GOD--THEY DIDN’T KNOW ANY BETTER, AND WITH HER ENHANCED MANIPULATION, ONE BY ONE, THEY HAD FALLEN TO HER FEET.

IT GOT BORING, OVER TIME, HOWEVER; KNOWING PEOPLE COULD SO EASILY SUCCUMB TO HER AND HER WILLS WAS NO FUN, AT LEAST NOT ALONE. OVER THE YEARS, SHE CONTINUED TO TRY AND PRESSURE HER FAMILY INTO JOINING HER IN HER DARK CRUSADE, BUT THEY DIDN’T LISTEN.

SO, SHE KILLED THEM ALL.

FOR A TIME, SHE WENT INTO HIDING, JUMPING FROM CONTINENT TO CONTINENT WITH THE HELP OF HER FAMILY’S MASSIVE FORTUNE, AND PONDERED WHY SHE HAD DONE WHAT SHE’D DONE. IN THE END, SHE CONCLUDED THAT IT COULDN’T HAVE BEEN HELPED. THAT THIS WAS THEIR ABSOLUTION, THEIR SALVATION.

SHE HAD KILLED THEM TO SAVE THEM, SHE DECIDED, IF THEY WERE NOT TO COME WITH HER, THEN THEY SHOULD NOT BE PUNISHED FOR IT. TO HER, IT WAS A MERCY. TO EVERYONE ELSE? SENSELESS MURDER, PROBABLY.

EVENTUALLY, SHE FOUND HERSELF AMONG THE WOMEN OF THE COVEN THAT WOULD EVENTUALLY BLOOM INTO AND FOUND THE IVORY LOTUS. SHE WAS STILL YOUNG THEN, HAVING BEEN ADOPTED BY THE WOMEN OF THE CLAN AFTER HAVING SOLD A STORY OF HER LOST HERITAGE AND HER FAMILY THAT HAD BEEN "TRAGICALLY MURDERED". SHE GREW WITH THE COVEN AND EVENTUALLY WITH THE LOTUS, STARTING AS THE LOWEST OF THE LOW.

FOLLOWING THE LOSS OF MANY OF THE HEADS OF POWER IN THE GANG, ALL EYES TURNED TO HER TO BECOME THEIR NEXT LEADER. AND WHILE SHE WAS STILL VERY YOUNG, SHE WATCHED THEIR PETTY PLAYS AT POWER UNFOLD MUCH TO HER DELIGHT. SHE DECIDED THAT IT WOULDN’T BE ANY GOOD TO BE LEFT OUT FROM ALL THE FUN, AND THAT GOD DESERVED HER RIGHTFUL THRONE IN THE KINGDOM OF HER HEAVEN, RIGHT?

WHICH IS HOW SHE FOUND HERSELF NOW, PERCHED UP HIGH AND MIGHTY IN HER GILDED THRONE (WORK CHAIR) IN THE CURSED AGDOEG, FIGHTING A MERCILESS, BRUTAL WAR FOR NOTHING BUT THE FUN OF IT.

FOR SHE WAS ABSOLUTION, FOR SHE WAS SALVATION.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

“I-I don’t know,” her quiet whimper still managed to echo in the quiet room. The incompetence of whoever had landed her here would be paid with their head on a fucking platter. She didn’t need to fucking be here. But it was easier to play along as hapless victim than run from the police. Which was why her record was about as clean as a newborn baby’s.

“It happened so fast… one minute I was walking home from my sister’s apartment--she has the sweetest baby--and the next, I saw some brutes attacking each other outside of the bar!” They weren’t just any brutes, they were members of the other gangs in the city. The smell of hound and fae still tickled at her nose. But she wasn’t supposed to know that; she was supposed to be an innocent by-stander, who got lost in the mess of such a… terrible fight. Giving away information now would be pointless, and also, would make it harder for her to get out scot-free.

She looked up at the officer with wide, teary eyes. “I’m so sorry, it’s been such a long night… may I please go home now?”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: one, two , three . With a slight resemblance to LEE JUYEON of/the THE BOYZ.

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Last Name, First Name: kim jidam ALIAS: lovely Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): korean Age: 23 (9th aug, 1998) Gender: cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/they Species: siren Occupation: the ivory lotus, prostitute Sexual Orientation: bisexual Any Associated/Owned Businesses:

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: #f8bc77, warm toned skin shining in the sun Eye color: cerulean coloured eyes Scars: big scar across left shoulder, big scar across right thigh, scar across right collarbone and burn scar on his left thumb Piercings: standard lobe in both ears Tattoos: lotus on his left collarbone, a skeleton playing poker on his right ankle, a heart on his right thumb Hair color: originally black with blonde roots, now dyed light brown (reference) Abnormalities: Horns/ wings/ etc: none, in human form. if in original form there’s a scaly tail and dark black wings Transformed form: he can transform into multiple forms, he can be in a more siren like form, a scaly tail and black wings. he however prefers his human form, and rarely ever transforms into something different than his human form.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  none religious

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice / temperance

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   korean, english & japanese

SECRETS:  

doesn’t have a lot of friends, he acts as if he doesn’t need anybody, but he’s a prostitute in order to feel like somebody actually wants him.

when he feels like somebody shows a lot of attention to him, he has a tendency to becoming a lost puppy following them, doing everything they ask. he always feels ashamed after it when he gets a hold of himself and realizes he’s been so “weak” and “submissive” for another person.

SAVVIES:  he’s amazing sports wise, mostly he likes running and swimming though, he sometimes goes to swimming competitions is a great and is fond of dancing

Powers & Abilities:   Siren Physiology, Siren/Death Song, Shapeshifting (only to the things listed above), Sound Manipulation, Supernatural Beauty, Hypnotic Music, Musical Spell Inducement, Paralysis Inducement, Sonic Scream, Sound Amplification, and minor Hydrokinesis.

Traits: talking too highly of himself, selfish, competitive and charming

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   9th aug, 1998

Date of Death:

Crime Record:  his criminal record is clean

Background/Biography:

all he ever wanted was two opposites. to blend in, but to be special.

family wasn’t a thing for jidam, he was raised by other sirens, them teaching him how to use their powers to their use, yet, even growing up with sirens, he felt out of place. watching the humans around him, he couldn’t help but wish to look like that, do the things they did. so he left behind the sirens who had been there for him, the closest thing he had had to a family. moving into agdoeg, a wish for there to be so many other species than human that he would blend in with them. and yet, he almost felt embarrassed, all these non-humans around him and yet he never shifted out of human form. he was confused, between wanting to become a human and fit in with them, or to be a proud siren and trying to fit in among the other non-humans. there was always too much confusing things going on, and he could never know what he wanted.

he was sixteen when he left the other sirens, he was sixteen when he arrived to agdoeg. no idea how to survive, before everything had been handed to him, and he had never needed to do anything. suddenly he was homeless, wandering around with other homeless people in search for a bit of food or a bit money. then came eighteen years old, and some time after he was approached, the suggestion of joining the ivory lotus, as what? he asked, and as a prostitute he got answered. he didn’t know for sure, but he did it, he gave it a try, and suddenly he felt cared for again. all eyes on him when he did his job, all eyes on him. he felt wanted, something he had never really felt.

he fit the job naturally, and he was happy to have gained it. soon his life turning around, he had money, an apartment, no worry for what he should have for dinner. he changed, from before being a shy small guy, he grew, in confidence and in muscle. he got talkative, flirty, talking and flirting with any soul close to him. every day searching for someone to care for him, but he seemed to be unwanted by everyone except the people who wanted him for his body.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

he taps his fingers on the table, looks down, then up, he raises an eyebrow and a smirk turns up on his lips. “what happened that night?” he hums a little, looks around the room. “how would i know, i didn’t see” did he see? maybe he saw something, but for some reason he seems to not want to share the information. “it was a daaark night” stretching the word ‘dark’ and putting more pressure on it. “this is a murder we’re talking about” the officer says, jidam looks the officer in the eyes. “those happen often, and i’m guessing it’s often too you don’t find out who the murder is”. there’s a little quiet for a while, then jidam decides, he’ll let them have a little bit of what they want. “i believe it was a man, and now i don’t know if you’d actually want the information i have”, “i do” they respond. “the person was definitely wearing a police uniform, whether it was fake or not?” he looks away again. “i don’t know”. “why were you there that night?” the officer changes the topic, a short chuckle leaving jidam’s lips, are they too afraid of the truth to talk about it? “i was meeting with the one who got killed”, why was he? for his job of course, lucky thing he left when he did, wouldn’t want to be around when someone came to shoot the person he just had sex with.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: glasses perched on his nose, oversized sweaters, coffee dates . . With a slight resemblance to  LEE FELIX of/the STRAY KIDS.

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Last Name, First Name: Ashton Kim ALIAS: n/a Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth Age: 20 Date of Birth: 3-30-2002 Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: Gumiho Sexual Orientation: gay

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: tanned Eye color: one jade and one muted rose Scars: none Piercings: ears Tattoos: a rose with beauty underneath on his wrist Hair color: naturally black. dyed blonde Abnormalities: heterochromia, freckles Horns/ wings/ etc: Nine Tails Transformed form: A ginger haired nine-tail fox with brown speckles over his face and snout.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  none SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Japanese (conversational) SECRETS: none SAVVIES: retaining knowledge, cooking  KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Japanese (conversational) SAVVIES: retaining knowledge, cooking 

Powers & Abilities: Dokkaebi Physiology (Korean), Sleep-paralysis Inducement, Supernatural Beauty, Possession, Shape-shifting, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Dream Manipulation, Nine-Tailed Fox Physiology

Traits: Kind but resentful

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 3-30-2002 Date of Death:  n/a Crime Record: clean

Background/Biography:

Sun kissed freckles offset by a deep baritone. That was the formula for Ashton Kim. He was born in sunny Australia as a twin. His parents were loving and did the best by him and his brother. At the age of thirteen, his family moved to Los Angeles, California. It was quite the culture shock but he and his family loved the new life that they built in California. And that was also the year that he met one of his best friends. He was quite a bookworm and rarely hung out much. He had a few friends but his brother was the popular one. A bit of a trouble maker. His brother’s best friend was someone who had caught his eye, ever since they’d met at thirteen. He was his gay awakening.

  For years, he pines over his brother’s best friend who had grown to be one of his closest friends as well. The other was a flirt and it flustered Ashton to his core but he tried not to make it obvious that he liked when the other flirted with him. But everything changed, one night. Ashton, his brother and his friend had spent the night playing video games and eating pizza. It was a typical night for the boys. Until Ashton excused himself to his room. He was flustered by the other and just needed some time alone. But it didn’t last long. That night, he’d lost his virginity and admitted to his feelings all in one night. 

  The two continued to date and Ashton was in love. And he wanted to be with him for as long as possible. He knew graduation was nearing and he had planned to go away for school. But he’d still be close enough to continue the relationship. And then he got offered a chance to study in Korea. He’d never been and he felt that it was a chance of a lifetime. His family was quite wealthy and he’d be able to travel there if he ever wanted to. But studying in his motherland was a chance that he couldn’t pass up. 

  So, he accepted the offer on a full ride to Jun Itami University. He’d study medicine and learn more about his culture. The couple decided to try long distance and it was going well until the calls stopped. The texts stopped and things ended. Devastated, Ashton fell into a depression and stayed to himself. He was lucky to make a few friends that helped pull him out of his depression. Now, he’s focused on his studies and has even been on a few dates. He just wants to be happy and help others. But his heart still yearns for the boy that captured his heart at thirteen. 

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Ashton gulped, not even sure what was even going on. "I don't know." He teared up. "I was just at the coffee shop and studying for an exam. Next thing I know, I heard gunshots." He played with his fingers. "I'd never heard a real gunshot before but it was kind of like the sounds on Call Of Duty. So, I figured that's what the sounds were." He sat up, running a hand through his blonde mullet. "Is the guy that got shot gonna be okay?" He asked. He had no idea why anyone would want to go around hurting people. 

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF bloody knuckles, whiskey on the rocks, neck kisses . With a slight resemblance to IM CHANGKYUN of/the MONSTA X.

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Last Name, First Name: jeup, alucard ALIAS: angel Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth Age: 26 Date of Birth: 09/26/1996 Gender: male Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: pureblood vampire Sexual Orientation: bisexual

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Skin Color: Eye color: green Scars: n/a Piercings: ears, eyebrow Tattoos: multiple Hair color: black Abnormalities: n/a Horns/ wings/ etc: fangs Transformed form: claws and fangs

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:   SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, english, japanese SECRETS: depressed over his mother's death SAVVIES: murder, sex, manipulation Powers & Abilities: Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Traits: intelligent but impulsive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 09/26/1996

Date of Death: n/a

Crime Record: many murders. never caught.

Background/Biography:

Alucard was the second born Jeup child. He was also the first born son. From birth, it had always been decided that Alucard would take over the Jeup empire. For years, the middle child was taught etiquette and the ways of the family. He had to learn the business side of things but also how to charm people. And he was charming. He was smart and everything his parents could have ever hoped for. He got along fairly well with his two siblings and was looking forward to taking over, one day.

 Now, Alucard had always been close to his mother. They say the middle child is always the one that got least amount of attention but that was false, for the Jeups. They all knew that he was her favorite although she loved all of her kids to death. So, when the matriarch died, Alucard completely shut down. The once calm mannered and obedient son was spiraling out of control. Alcohol, drugs, sex, anything to keep his mind off of the fact that he’d never see his mother again. His presence in the Jeup house became scarce and at the age of twenty-two, he bought his own penthouse apartment.

 His father began to notice that his son was no longer fit to take over the empire and switched the role to the youngest son. Alucard was not happy, to say the least. He’d been demoted to hitman. Now, he lives his life between bedsheets and murder. He isn’t sure if he even wants the role as leader anymore. He just knows he isn’t happy to have it taken away from him.

 INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Alucard scoffed as he crossed his legs. "No matter how many times you ask me, you're going to get the same answer." He checked his nails and made eye contact with the investigator. "I wasn't there. I'd picked up this pretty little thing, down at Ketsuki. Ass tighter than Jonas Brother's jeans." He chuckled. "Took him home and fucked him all night. I mean, you can check the CCTV." He shrugged. He always had an alibi and he never got caught. And he had taken someone home that night. That much was true. But he had also left back out and handled business. But of course the footage of him leaving would never surface. "If we're done here, I'd like to get back to pretty boy laying in my bed."

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: pearls and rubies over collar bones, heels dancing over marble, lingering whiffs of romance of amber and wood in the air . With a slight resemblance to PARK SOOYOUNG (JOY) of/the RED VELVET.

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last name, first name: Jeup, Sypha alias: Neria, il Nerium, Nerium realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth, korean age:412 gender: how they identify themselves. Cis female preferred pronouns: she.her species: [ half-ghoul, demon, etc.] pureblood vampire occupation: [gang affiliation/position, student, etc.] the night bloods, underboss sexual orientation: pansexual any associated/owned businesses:

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skin color: pale skin eye color: light brown with a shift to yellow scars: piercings: ears tattoos: [please include the location of gang tattoo stated in the gang biographies] NB tattoo between breasts hair color: black abnormalities: horns/ wings/ etc: transformed form: [ you can find these in your muses species section here.] Vivid glowing yellow eyes, extended fangs and claws

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  Buddhist

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice / temperance

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   12 (Korean, mandarin, Japanese, Bahasa melayu, Tagalog, Russian, Arabic, Farsi, English, French, Italian, Spanish) secrets: may or may not have a child floating out there somewhere, maybe, keeps a group of elite guards close by made up of her progeny

SECRETS: she has a child

SAVVIES:   Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Conversion, Immortality, Supernatural Condition, Hypnosis, Dream Manipulation, Memory Absorption, Blood Memory ordering, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, and Venomous Fangs,

Powers & Abilities:   persistent vs. vengeful

Traits:  + astute, - cynical

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   august 3, 1609 (412)

Date of Death:

Crime Record: a few speeding tickets, suspected of assault in varying levels, no convictions

Background/Biography:

My birth was a just a wee turbulent. The healers had promised it. Gifted they said, and in truth I was just draining the force from my mother more rapidly than expected, even with the warnings. She needed to stay rested, and feed longer than she had wanted. Even for us, elevated Pure Bloods, birth is placing one foot within death’s grip. Well perhaps not so morbid for the immortal but the sentiment was felt.  

It was her first baby and I am certain I scarred the idea for her. It’s why she waited for some time before having more children. Nonetheless, I was fortunate to have my parents all to myself. Perhaps that’s why I’m as selfish as they say. For with a turbulent birth came a beautiful baby girl, wholly dependent on her parents love and care. My mother only said I was worth the struggle and pain because I was her dream. As I grew I took many of her features, and I was glad for them. She was my dream too. She was the icon, the standard of my life for those early years.

There was also my father. I was curious of him and more so of those around him. Even if only his most trusted were given access to a glimpse of me and mother as I grew, I still noticed their gaze, and the wonder. There I was, his prize, a pureblood baby girl, daughter of a king. The first few decades of my life I watched those that watched me. I watched the eager councilors that wished my mother well, talked of her absence to tend to me, and watched how quickly my father changed the conversation. I needed to know why, to hear more.

I began appearing when I shouldn’t have, allowing myself to linger around father and his councilors. At first he would rush me away, having staff take me anywhere else, especially if any conversation was posed my way. Then they knew not to speak to me, and that was fine. It wasn’t the conversation I wanted. I wanted to see him, see him beyond the man that smiled so preciously at me.

For a while I pretended to leave him be in those closed spaces, letting him believe he had won our silent little war, but not for too long. I would appear again, lingering for a while then leaving, until one day I carried a stool into his office and sat down at his side. I gripped his arm and wouldn’t let go. I looked up at his face, making the most serious face I could muster and he just laughed, and returned to his conversation as if I wasn’t there, even if I still clung to him.

Day after day I absorbed the information in that room, absorbed how few of it phased him. I learned just how vast my father’s empire was, understood further why the languages spoken went from Korean, to Tagalog to Farsi. These were the languages of his empire and the reach of his might. A century passed and I had an intricate knowledge of our business. It was an education I grabbed through observation. Father’s councilors began mentioning a more formal training, as I was certainly his heir. He laughed then too. He knew as much as I that I never wanted that seat, I was just curious. I ventured into that room to know him as I had done to know my mother.

Beyond just glued to her as the first being I knew in this world, craving her nurturing without ceasing as a babe, she was the first being to fascinate me so. All the skills I used in cataloging my father, were perfected in watching my mother. I saw her fears beneath the surface, her wishes that shone in her eyes, and saw the strength of her own will when demanded her way. It was she who taught me all things can have a purpose beyond what is expected. Certain possibilities always existed if you looked for them.

Watching the world around me, my curiosities never did stop. Father was right. I was not his heir. For while the business interested me and I knew how to carry myself in any situation, it didn’t mean I was the right choice. Father once joked I would start a war just to see what it felt like, and again, he was not wrong.  Possibilities intrigued me too much. The what if, and the options available to choose an act and then a reaction, the chance to find an unexpected path and a new purpose, it drives me still. Ruling father’s empire had limitations, and I did not want those.

I travelled the world, walking where my parents and our ancestors did in our empire, learning how to live as me, outside of the gaze of my parents. There my habits cemented, my temper raged, my laughter passed over borders and I became a fuller version of myself. I handled business; whatever trusted task father gave. For a pretty face and the elegance of royalty opened doors, charm and seduction loosened lips, and the dagger strapped to my thigh could end traitors, send messages, and whatever was needed. To the empire I was ever loyal and I enjoyed every new game, every new part of me each task allowed me to be.

And I lived that way for centuries until mother called me home with news of a sibling I didn’t know I wanted. To see her as she described herself when she carried me, but happier, free of the woes that accompanied her pregnancy with me, it was a gift. And then there was Alucard, an actual angel. His eyes changed something in me. For while I love the games of options, in his eyes I realized there were no other possibilities than complete protection of this perfect child. I settled back aside my parents, caring for my mother, lashing out at anyone that brought her grief. I wanted her memories of this pregnancy to be only joyful.

My baby brother grew, as sheltered as I did in those years, and I understood then why, as I too was on duty to ensure the peace of our home. I looked forward to his first centuries of life, learning who he wanted to be as he grew strong. He was supposed to have that. He was to inherit our father’s will and legacy, and I would have protected him and it.  

Instead fate robbed him of his birthright and gave us both a betrayal my mother could not stand, a walking breathing embodiment of my father’s lust. I was only pained by my mother’s sadness and my father’s inability to communicate his desire for other lovers. I never thought that was hard but I suppose that is a testament of my youth.

I have lived long enough to understand the flow of time and the cycles of life. These last decades and the changes they have brought, changes out of what I wanted for myself, outside of any possibility I would dare dream up, keeps my anger bubbling. I have lost my parents, and the future I wanted for Alucard and there is no way for me to remedy that. Yet in this all, I gained a sibling. Dragan, while not my mother’s child is innocent of her grief and shares my father’s blood. In his eyes live the same vision I saw in Alucard’s. They are both my baby brothers, and I ought to do what big sister’s do best. I will not lose anymore family to this city even if I must remind every inhabitant, the terror of a Jeup.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

Sypha sighed, legs crossing and right hand pushing through her long locks. She enjoyed these little moments so. These little games law enforcement liked to play. Now, her identity, not the outward chaebol princess identity, her role within Nightbloods was never ever a possibility for these little moments. Their organization wasn’t some street pocket project at playing gangster and silly mistakes that got rookies pulled in to be interrogated just didn’t happen. But sometimes, other circumstances brought her before police, it couldn’t be helped. It happened every couple of decades and she so looked forward to it. For it was a chance to play a hyper exaggerated version of Sypha Jeup. Once the request was asked she accepted the role like a starlet on set.

“It was just a typical evening really. I had lunch with some friends then I remembered the ad I saw about the release of new Fendi First’s. Yes, I’m sure my concierge was already selecting a few to be sent to me but there is still a nice energy in walking into a store and picking up something the regular person way”, she began and watched the annoyance creep into the gaze of the officers. Still, she continued, hands settling above her crossed legs, “So I went in cause I wanted to see the collection in person, that simple way, and it was worth it. Such pretty creations. I pointed at the pink fur and baby blue fur and 4 pairs of the mules and a sandal.”

She paused to catch the growing annoyance on their faces. This was of course not what the officers were alluding to. They were alluding to woman’s wrist she snapped for being impudent, but in some tewisted round about way, she as indeed answering their question. See, such a fun game

Watching the pampered woman discuss her shopping habits in a luxury boutique and call it normal and regular, while they knew the tidy sum she no doubt spent was far greater than money they could ever spend on accessories, all while waiting to hear of clues to an assault, to actual police work, it was hard to hold back that annoyance. And as they struggled, the more Sypha wanted to toss her bad and let out the most gleeful of laughs. But no, she stayed to her act. It was a craft and such fun.

“I get to the register and this woman in an orange too vivid for her undertone starts yelling that they sold the last pink fur First to me. I, of course, ignore this woman with no manners. Ma’am this is Fendi, not a fish market, control yourself”, she scoffed before continuing. “The sales person ignores her too because, me, I am the greater patron and they were probably going to send it over to me anyway. They bag up everything, ask if I need assistance to the parking lot, which I refuse after taking note of their names for later bonuses. You have to be good to your sales people, you just have to. Anyway, bags in hand, this over ripe orange grabs the bag”, she says raising her voice just a bit and leans forward before shaking her head, disbelief completely on her face, because, my heavens, the fucking horror.

“She yanks the bag trying to take it from me, saying I should name my price she will buy it from me, any price. This is where I laugh because if I named any price I could certainly name several hundred billion Won for giggles right, but that’s just so tacky. And I’m not a certified reseller, just so tacky.”

At this point the lead officer is pacing to try and prevent interrupting. While he is not certain who she is from her name, he doesn’t keep up on the glitzy folk, its clear she’s someone very rich’s spoiled brat and pissing her off would only end badly if brought up the chain of command. But as she dives into the clashing scents on the woman and her horrible haircut he has had enough. “Please”, he says loudly then clears his throat, “these details are not needed.”

Sypha holds an offended look on her face, eyes focused in a way that let him know, this would certainly be going up the chain of command and he would not enjoy it. “I am trying to explain what happened and you’re cutting me off while I’m speaking. I’m trying to not mix up anything cause so much happened between yesterday and today and you’re yelling at me. That’s no way to speak to me.”

He sighs, visibly done with her, but this time keeps his voice calm, “I apologize but please, we’re looking for the events that happened outside. Our sources mentioned a black matte foreign SUV and several shopping bags being seen in the back open window.”

Sypha scoffed again, rolling her eyes. “I am trying to tell you how it got there. I still can’t believe that orange called the police when she is the one that harassed me on the street. To call the police when I didn’t bother filing a complaint of how she carried on is so crazy.”

The second officer began scribbling on his notepad, the lead perking up, waiting for Sypha to stop her complaining on lack of manners. “This woman in orange, you said she harassed you?”

“See if you let me talk you would realize that was what I was explaining. I got the last two fur Fendi First’s and she was mad. When I got to my car she appeared and began yelling. She even kicked my tires and tried to hit me with her ugly clutch! She tried to reach into the car and pull the bags out and my driver had to get between us and ask her to stop. And this woman called the police? And you all really called me down here for this?”

“Miss”, the lead officer said then sighed, mumbling a hushed curse under his breath. “The complainant has a broken wrist and sources say a vehicle like yours left the scene where the woman was crying.”

“What?” Sypha exclaimed. “A broken wrist? I never even touched her, her perfume made me nauseous! She harassed me. My driver got me in the car and left her there kicking other cars and slapping her clutch on them too. “ She paused and narrowed her eyes at both officers. “You requested I come here over this? When I was harassed and didn’t make a thing out of it? She should know who hurt her? What kind of policing is this?”

The officers mumbled to themselves because Sypha was making some much sense. Her only obvious crime was being rich and keen to make judgements on those believed to be inferior to her. In truth the woman got too close and Sypha indeed snapped her wrist before taking the tiniest taste of her blood, just enough to mess with her own memory of the event. Before the officers could ask another question the door opened, police chief hurriedly apologizing for the misunderstanding and sending the woman on her way. The officers would face rapid punishment for bringing Sypha to such a lowly place.

Walking back to her car she made a mental note to visit that woman again, she would need to repay this disservice. She wondered how many nightmares she could take before she snapped. Oh the joy, another fun game. 

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: femme fatale, queencore, dark victorian . With a slight resemblance to KIM TAEYEON of/the SOLOIST (ex-SNSD).

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last name, first name: nixie ( no last name. ) alias: echo realm of birth: the underworld [ dark spawn ] age: 200+ gender: how they identify themselves. female preferred pronouns: she/her species: siren occupation: ivory lotus' madame sexual orientation: undefined any associated/owned businesses: n/a

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: pale eye color: cerulean green scars: long slash lines haphazardly spread across her back and over her stomach piercings: nostril and belly button as well as various ear piercings tattoos: a trail / vine of lotus' along her spine hair color: varies abnormalities: n/a horns/ wings/ etc: black wings, black tail with iridescent purple scales transformed form: fully black eyes, small fins on her temples, greyish skin, black wings, black tail with iridescent purple scales, webbed fingers with long claws and razor sharp teeth.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice / temperance

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   korean, english, and an unidentified language

SECRETS:   centuries ago, she fell in love with a man she was supposed to lure into the waters and when she came to land to be with him, he found out she was a siren and shunned her as well as brought the townspeople to try and dispose of her. she escaped, however, she returned weeks later in the night and drug him down into the waters below. this is the reason she has a skewed image of love.

SAVVIES: singing, reading poetry, collecting different types of objects - usually found deep in the ocean.

Powers & Abilities:   Siren Physiology, Siren/Death Song, Shapeshifting (only to the things listed above), Sound Manipulation, Supernatural Beauty, Hypnotic Music, Musical Spell Inducement, Paralysis Inducement, Sonic Scream, Sound Amplification, and minor Hydrokinesis.

Traits:   postive: is genuinely caring to those she cares for inside of the ivory lotus. negative: can be quite vengeful if wronged in any way.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:  unknown

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record:   stealing, taking of ones life, con-artist, all predominately done in the underworld.

Background/Biography:

nixie was born centuries ago, however no one is entirely sure which. in her younger days, nixie was quite playful and carefree. despite the nature of her kind, she tried to not be so dull like the others around her. with very little friends due to this, she took to entertaining herself however she could. in between training and other duties, she would sometimes go down to the ocean floor to find some cool things. as well as make different types of jewelry with the assortment of pearls she would find. by the time she was an adult, nixie's personality was still quite playful, but after a brutal attack she became a bit more to herself - more than before. this left her with many scars on her body, and she had no choice but to show them. around this time, is when she happened to fall in love. sirens typically do not fall in love, as it is extremely rare. however, the man she meant to take down into the ocean made her feel something she never had before. and she watched him from afar for a long time.

it's when she came onto land and met him that everything went wrong. after professing her love and, in her naïve mind, revealed who she was, the man was terrified and shunned her. he also sent the village people to attack her. thankfully, she escaped. however, now she was vengeful and angry. after letting her identity die down among the village, nixie creeps onto land and makes it to the mans house. rousing him easily, she lures him out to the ocean, right into the perfect spot - where she drags him down and does exactly what a siren does.

this didn't change her vengeful spirit, however. as the centuries rolled by, she became darker. sensual. committing crimes among her people. nixie was playful and carefree no longer.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

nixie keeps a stone-cold gaze on the officer, and she can tell he's beginning to become a bit bothered by it. with a smirk, she leans forward to rest her elbows on the table in front of her - tipping her head to lie it inside of her palm, long nails dipping into some of her hair. " what entirely makes you sure i know what you are pertaining to? you see... i do many, many things, officer. " nixie's voice is soft, yet sensual in a sense, and undertones of authority.

the officer seated in front of her licks his lips, fingers seeming to twitch in nervousness. " ma'am, i am the one who asks the questions here. we have everything, just tell us what happened. " it's then she releases a melodic laugh, sighing afterwards before saying, " if you have everything...then, you already know. i don't need to tell you. " there's a teasing way about her words, and the officer is becoming restless.

there's a long silence between the pair, one at ease and the other slightly nervous. nixie is unbothered, knowing full well they don't actually have anything on her, but she's having fun. she wants to see just how long they'll keep this up. she definitely has all the time.