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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: goth, metal, dark . With a slight resemblance to KIM AREUM of/the ROLLING QUARTZ.

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last name, first name: von Beethoven, Idril alias: Areum realm of birth(if earth, nationality): German age: 27 gender: female preferred pronouns: she/her species: cyborg (lvl 3) occupation: G.H.O.S.T/ hacker for higher sexual orientation: pansexual, polyamorous any associated/owned businesses: tech repair store ‘RePear’

VISUAL FILE:  (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)

skin color: white, pale eye color: lilac scars: - piercings: multiple piercings on her ears, a septum, nipple piercings, tongue piercing tattoos: multiple tattoos all over her body, gang tattoo is on her left rib under her left breast hair color: naturally black, 20 cm at the end is dyed blue abnormalities: she is a stage 3 cyborg horns/ wings/ etc: robotic replacements at various stages throughout her body. Her inner organs are yet to be replaced.

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  atheist

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:    English, German, French, Spanish, Korean, Mandarin

SECRETS:   she loves coming of age movies and romcom

SAVVIES:   Playing various instruments (bass, kalimba, guitar)

Powers & Abilities:bionic physiology, data manipulation, Programming, Enhanced strength and speed

Traits: laid back, in general peaceful, reserved, quiet, awkward

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   27.09.1995

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

Crime Record:   cyber-attacks, thefts, etc

Background/Biography:

Idril never knew her birth parents. Her earliest memory was playing in the snow with her siblings in a remote part of Switzerland, a memory that she had cherished for a long time and still did despite her parting ways with her family, if you could call it that. But if you didn’t know any better and had been fed that lie for your whole life, then it was your reality, your truth.

Their parents were a couple of scientists at the top of their expertise. The Swiss couple had adopted six children of different ethnicities and Idril was the youngest of them all. Their usual day would start early at 5 am with breakfast and a briefing about the following activities of the day. It was always a tight schedule between educational classes and physical training. Quarterly there would be multiple tests for them to pass. As the years passed, their training had become more specific to their strength, so Idril started her training in computer science and programming.

When Idril was around 15 years old, her siblings and she were set to go on their first mission. In retrospective, it was quite trivial and banal, but she still recalled the rush of it all. Everything had to be precise and there were little to no room for errors. They were supposed to stage a robbery at a millionaire's mansion for insurance fraud. A piece of cake, she would say now, but that night was their first exam to show that the training in the past years were not in vain. The rush that went through her body while she was typing codes to disable the complex security system to allow her siblings to enter without setting off any alarm, she would never forget that. But as it was with everything in life, the thrill wore off and it just became a mundane task week after week, day after day.

Then the first operation took place. Her siblings, who had passed puberty, all had their first few operations already and it was now her turn. The operation was done by their parents. For her siblings, their first operation was to replace their limbs. But for her, they chose to replace her eyes first. Her new lilac eyes should support her in data analysis and scanning of information. Perhaps for the rest of her life, her eyes would be the reminder of her process of bionic replacement.

During her last mission with her sibling, an unexpected message popped up on her screen, a crypted message from an organization called G.H.O.S.T. She was recruited to become part of the underground gang. It was her chance to finally figure out who she wanted to be outside of her family, to be free from the strings of their parents and maybe find her birth parents.

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

Idril made a casual gesture, asking the officer if she could light her cigarette before answering the question. As the older man nodded to give her permission, she took her time to think about what had happened that night indeed. In that short time, her eyes had finished a full data analyse of the officer. There were some juicy details that she could toy around. But that would perhaps freak him out and kick off a chain reaction that was not worth the entertainment. There was no need to draw any unwanted attention to her.

“What happened that night was quite fuzzy to me”, she said slowly as she watched the smoke fading. Of course, she remembered the event quite clearly. The cyborg was out partying after being dragged to a club by her friend. It wasn’t much of her scene, but she tried to salvage the situation. A beautiful brunette caught her attention. After a drink and a few shots together, they were dancing together on the dance floor. Her hands were gently cuffing the firm waist of the brunette. She gently pulled the other against her own body as she leaned in to brush her lips against the other’s. The sweet kiss abruptly put to an end when the boyfriend of the brunette pulled her away and shouted at Idril to get away from her. One thing led to another and Idril was in a fist fight with the man.

“I remember getting into an argument with that guy. But that’s about it. I don’t remember getting into an actual fist fight with the man. I mean...”, she raised the cigarette to her lips again then blew the smoke into the chilly air, “Look at me! I’m a frail computer geek. Do you really think I could throw a punch?” It was a cheap lie, but might be enough to satisfy the officer to leave her alone.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: wiping away blood on his lip with torn and bruised fingers, the moment where the sounds of the world became blanketed and quiet when finally getting deep enough into the forest, blowing away the last of the sawdust and running a finger over the finished details of a woodworking project now complete  . With a slight resemblance to KANG YOUNGHYUN (YOUNG K) of/the DAY6.

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Last name, first name: Moon Seungho Alias: Fenrir Realm of birth: Earth - Agdoeg, South Korea Age: 27 Date of birth: Unknown, celebrated on December 3rd, the day he was found Gender: Male Preferred pronouns: he/him Species: Werewolf Occupation: Bartender, elite forces for G.H.O.S.T Sexual orientation: Unknowingly a bisexual disaster

VISUAL FILE:

Skin color: Currently has a lighter tone due to lack of sunlight with a rapidly fading farmers tan, the gold undertones deepen when he’s tanned and is prone to freckling under intense sun

Eye color: Dark russet brown with a small ring of burnt yellow around the iris

Scars: Numerous, most notable is the jagged line that bisects his right eyebrow and narrowly misses his eye to end at his jaw. Has deep gashes that rake down his shoulder blades. Healed gunshot entry and exit wound on the inside of his left arm and right thigh. Multiple stab wounds to his abdomen, the largest being a slash that angles from the bottom of his ribs towards his belly button.

Piercings: None, has a semi-healed hole on his right earlobe from when he tried to self pierce as a teenager.

Tattoos: Japanese wood block style ¾ color sleeve of an ocean scene, the moon lit sky located at the top of his tattoo at his shoulder that leads into turbulent waves that ends in a black band at his forearm. His G.H.O.S.T barcode is hidden in the solid black ink of the band.

Hair color: Brown-black with warm undertones, will never admit to the sporadic yet increasing grey hairs appearing near his temples

Abnormalities: Overly long canines that often click against his bottom teeth when he talks or poke out to rest on his lower lip, the tips of his ears have a slight point to them

Transformed form: 

Can shift between human, hybrid and full wolf form at will but prefers to be either human or full wolf. Remaining in a partially transformed state or his hybrid form for a prolonged period of time is particularly painful as his human frame has to strain and repair itself to maintain the transformed state.

His brown-black hair transfers tones into his fur and the dull yellow of his eyes consume the iris and become piercing, almost reflective in direct light.

His full wolf form is monstrous, exceeding the size of a Timber wolf at 5 feet tall at the shoulders of his quadruped form and capable of carrying up to 3 full grown humans on his back. Over the years, reported sightings of him in nearby woods often mistake him for a bear.

PERSONAL FILE:

Religious belief: Raised Muist (Korean shamanism), but non-practicing Sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath Virtues: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice Known languages: Korean Secrets: (TW: speculation on cannibalism)

Tactile: Seungho will melt into anyone that runs their fingers through his hair and is very sensitive to touch. He’s physically affectionate and will seek tactile comfort over talking about whatever is bothering him.

Blood frenzy: He will never admit to this, but he loves the thrill that comes with shedding blood and the hunt. Once he gets a taste of blood, be that his own or his target’s, he enters a fugue state, becoming savagely brutal with his violence. He can’t say for certain if he has or has not eaten a person because of this frenzied state.

Savvies:

Adept with his hands: preferring to do mechanical or craftsman work, he enjoys the process of building something. In another life he could’ve made an honest living as a tradesman, but for now he’s content to use his skills to help his neighbours and save some money. He never accepts payment from his community, but the elderly widow next door always insists he takes home some food whenever he’s over to do whatever repairs needed.

Technical thinker: he’s very quick to understand systems be them physical or digital. He enjoys breaking them down and rebuilding them, wanting to fully understand each individual element so that he can play with them as he sees fit. This led him to trouble when he was younger, having been arrogant and boldly taking credit for hacking into his primary school’s database and changing everyone’s grades to gibberish and corrupting personnel files of teachers he disliked.

Physical durability: Due to his werewolf nature, he can shake off most wounds and keep fighting. He has a tendency to let the bloodlust and adrenaline get to his head and make him push his limits when he’s embroiled in a fight. He doesn’t start fights, but he certainly continues them once his pulse thunders loudly in his ears and clouds his judgement.

Powers & abilities:

Claw/Fang Retraction, Contaminant Immunity, Transformation, Enhanced Body/Supernatural; Body, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Leap, Reflexes, Senses, Hearing, Smell, Speed, Stamina and Strength. Night Vision, Regenerative Healing, Wolf-Physiology.

Traits: Short-sighted, task driven, hopeless romantic, fiercely loyal, endlessly selfless and generous

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of birth: Recorded as October 3, 1994

Crime record: Certainly a familiar face in a precinct when he was a teenager due to being involved in fights, however, being a minor at the time he has no official criminal record. Although he would never seek out the authorities or actively assist them, he’s not one to obstruct them, instead noting any he interacts with and doing his own research after the fact. Overall, he’s neutral towards the police, generally distrusting due to knowing about the deep rooted corruption of the system, but will acknowledge the rare good officers and their usefulness to the community.

Background/Biography:

(TW: child abandonment, graphic descriptions of violence)

Seungho’s existence relies on coincidences and happenstance. Having been abandoned as an infant, swaddled in a threadbare blanket and left in a cardboard box on the side of the road after a particularly heavy snowfall. The man who approached it was expecting to find a half frozen puppy and in a way he did. The first cry he let out into the world was after he was hastily wrapped in the man’s Howler denim. Moon Seungki became his unofficial father that night, and Seungho was named by a committee of Howler scouts after a few rounds of soju. He grew up learning the Howler way of life, the members of the gang known to him as his numerous aunts and uncles, and as such he knew the Howler way of resolving conflicts. He frequently returned to the Underground from school with a new scrape or black eye, only to get firm claps against his back or a ruffle of his hair in celebration. Whenever Seungki was called to the school as a result of Seungho’s punch first ask questions later approach, the man typically managed to keep a stern expression until the extent of damage was discussed and a proud grin would spread across his face.

At first, his strength and the wounds he could inflict could be chalked up to getting lucky or just being bigger. But then he mauled a boy 2 years older than him, having blacked out after a particularly nasty crack to his jaw, with bystanders watching in horror when Seungho writhed on the ground, bones shifting and snapping unnaturally until a mangled half formed wolf burst from his body. Only 10 at the time, Seungho regained his senses covered in blood, promptly spitting out a chunk of flesh as the victim clutched a mangled arm screaming. Seungho was immediately pulled out of school and spent his formative years living in the woods, struggling with his transformations and getting lost for weeks at a time. Werewolf members of the Howlers tried to help him, but he was volatile and running on animal instinct, causing him to attack perceived threats on sight. Hunters often mistook him for a bear, leading to him suffering from a few gunshot wounds in his panic to flee.

He was saved once again by the kindness of a stranger, having stumbled into a meadow tended to by an elderly witch and collapsing from his injuries. Grandma Nari tended to him, quickly gaining his trust and eventually becoming the one to teach him to control his abilities. Realizing that years had passed and the Howlers had seemingly given up on him, Seungho settled into a comfortable life with the witch. He learned to be more than his instincts and became the gentle, generous man he is today. Wanting to repay her for saving him, he used his skills to better Grandma Nari’s life in ways that her magic couldn’t, tending to long overlooked repairs and handling tasks that were shuffled to the bottom of her priorities, like modernizing her potions business. He gained a reputation in the neighbourhood for helping without being asked.

Now a functional member of society, Seungho had to learn about relationships beyond his caregiver, which led him down a different yet messy path. He gave his heart out to anyone that asked, getting swept up in the moment and as quickly as they came together they would fall apart. Seungho spent his early twenties making mistake after mistake, getting roped into terrible plans with flimsy promises, and somehow ended up with a tattoo of a stranger’s name on his arm that was quickly covered up with a sleeve. Every time he came to Grandma Nari with puffy eyes and furiously wiping at his face with his sleeve, she would gently shush him and pull him into a warm hug.

Seeking some sense of stability and income, Seungho landed himself a job at a dive bar, starting out as a busboy and ending up a bartender. Through watching the patrons, he slowly developed his social skills although the nuances of flirting still elude him. His sharp senses led to him picking up when certain supernatural entities entered the bar, and he tailored their drinks accordingly without fuss. Having been feral for a large part of his life, he remains unaware of the fluctuations and politics of the criminal underground, unknowingly acting as a neutral party that can rub shoulders with members across territory lines.

The comfortable malaise of his life changed course dramatically due to another coincidence at night. After locking up the bar, Seungho began the routine trek home, wondering if Grandma Nari remembered to drink her tea like the healer told her to, when he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Something drew his attention to a nearby alley, and as if compelled, he let his feet take him to wherever he was supposed to go. Stopping in front of a dumpster, Seungho blinked out of a trance and wrinkled his nose for a moment, until an unusual scent cut through the stench of garbage. Without thinking, he hoisted himself over the lip, pushing various bags around until he scooped a small blanket wrapped parcel out of the refuse. Curious fingers peeled away the fabric until a small lilac toned baby emerged and stared at him with lavender eyes. Much like Seungki, he acted on instinct, tucking the infant against his chest, nestled in his jacket in an attempt to bring warmth into the little body. The baby refused the cry, however she did seem to react to his voice, furrowing her little brow when he asked her questions without expecting an answer. Once home, he roused Grandma Nari and the two inspected the infant and Nari explained that this was most likely a celestial baby, although she couldn’t say anything more specific. To Seungho, it wasn’t really a question of if he would take care of the baby, but more a matter of how. It didn’t take long for the expenses required to clothe, bathe, and feed Ahyeon to drain his meager savings.

Remembering a unique business card left by a patron that did a lot of looking and not a lot of talking, Seungho examined the card. No name or contact information was on the card, only a smiling mask and a string of numbers. He tried calling the number but there were too many digits. It was only when he realized they were coordinates that his curiosity took over, knowing he was dealing with a puzzle. Arriving at the specific location, Seungho wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but a briefcase tucked under a bench wasn’t it. Catching the familiar mask engraved into the metal buckle of the handle, he surreptitiously took it with him. Opening the thing took him a few days, when he eventually grew so frustrated he undid every fastening he could find with a screwdriver, and found himself staring at a mask with a wide wolf-like grin. Once he put it on, a path forward became crystal clear, becoming Fenrir.

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

The metal chair of the interrogation room was as uncomfortable as he remembered, no amount of shifting could ease the hardness that set an ache into his lower back. Seungho uncrossed and recrossed his arms, rolling his neck to glare at the one way glass in an area that he assumed an officer to be. This waiting game was getting ridiculous.

Approaching footsteps made him pause in contemplating how many strikes with the chair it would take to break the glass, and he grumbled as a different officer entered the room and sat across from him. Seungho nearly groaned as the man didn’t even look up from his stack of papers to restart the questioning process.

“Moon Seungho, correct?”

“Why don’t you ask the 3 other cops that already have that information.” Seungho’s teeth clicked together as he was finally glanced at with a glazed, already tired expression.

“Moon Seungho, correct?” The officer drew out the question, speaking slower as if the issue was that he didn’t understand the words.

“Correct,” Seungho sighed, “Birthdate December 3, 1994. No gang affiliation or criminal record. My current occupation is a bartender. I was working alone that night, there’s no security cameras to verify my story, but there were numerous patrons that could place me at the bar. Did I miss any?”

The cop simply turned over a couple pages, “just run me through what happened that night.”

“How many times do I have to run through what happened that night exactly? I’ve answered these questions 4 times, at least.” After exchanging guarded glares with each other, Seungho inhaled deeply and the final piece clicked into place. Each cop he’d talked to before had the same subtle chemical smell lingering on them. They all asked the same questions and since he stuck to the honest truth, having found the remnants of the disassembled cyborg when he did a garbage run, he wasn’t giving them the answers they wanted.

“Give me that pen and I’ll sign whatever you need me to,” He held out his hand and nearly rolled his eyes as a prewritten statement slid across the table. With a quick scrawl, the official record of that night became nothing out of the ordinary, he couldn’t remember if he saw the victim during his shift, and the bar closed without incident.

“Have a good night, Moon Seungho.” The officer said as he collected the papers into a neat pile, Seungho only catching the faint blue blinking in the depths of his iris because he was looking for it. His gaze flicked over to the door when he heard the soft click of a tumbler sliding out of place, the door slowly drifting open. As he exited the precinct, he knew there was somebody that would be interested to tug on this dangling thread.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: a book of burnt matches, bloody smiles, and the residual neon lights from a pc setup . With a slight resemblance to KANG TAEHYUN of/the TOMORROW X TOGETHER.

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Last Name, First Name: Noe Haemasu Alias: Joker Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Agdoeg, SK Age: 19 Date of Birth: November 14th, 2003 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Species: Gumiho Occupation:  g.h.o.s.t, but infiltrating night bloods as a hitman / also works at a pc room Sexual Orientation:  questioning Any associated business:  Heir to the Noe tech/digital empire.

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color:  tan Eye color:  one green and one orange just like his twin Scars:  one over his nose from a knife fight, various on his body from being himself and getting into trouble, residual scars from burns that never healed quite right, a faint burn over his left eye Piercings:  eyebrow and tongue just for funsies Tattoos:  g.h.o.s.t barcode on his ass because he thinks he’s funny Hair color:  he’s always dying it bc he’s a menace but it’s normally an ashy-grey sort of brown Abnormalities: Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:  silver/black cross fur fox with heterochromia and nine tails (one green, and one orange)  

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  korean, japanese, barely scraping by with the english

SECRETS:  after the noe family home burned down, masu hasn’t been able to look his eldest brother hyunjae in the eye for longer than a moment or two, just because he feels as though he’s the reason he made his brother lose his arm. Also: he’s got a severe emotional attachment to his twin sister and usually gets antsy without her around

SAVVIES:  collecting cool/rare knives, underground boxing, not really a “hobby” but he likes to pick fights with the biggest person in the room, noe family trait of being a sick fuckin gamer but only plays smash bros or fortnite bc he thinks 1ps games are “inaccurate” and “tacky”

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

Traits:  loving (to his family), but is super unapproachable

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: November `4th, 2003

Date of Death:

Crime Record:   technically has been charged with no crimes but you know he’s done something

Background/Biography:

As the youngest member of the Noe family (by just a few minutes, thank you), there was never really much expectation held over his head aside from the family’s general values. But despite that, he never really felt neglected, not when he had his twin sister around to play with him. They were constants to each other in a world full of variables. Even with all eyes on him and his family, all he could see was his reflection in the color of his sister’s eyes.

While the rest of his siblings had their various hobbies, Haemasu was the one constantly getting into trouble. It was nothing serious, but he had a penchant for doing things for the sake of doing them. Curiosity was his personality, and he’d do anything even once.

Despite his head being stuck in the clouds, he was still very much grounded into reality as much as possible due to his siblings. He had a deep respect for the elder Noes, constantly at his feet even when Dalnim started to grow more independent. He loved watching over his siblings, and even his parents. It was hard to grow close to anybody, not when he already had all that he needed under the roof of the Noe family home.

So, to think that it’d all go away so soon… well.

The fire he didn’t remember much of. It was all quiet until it wasn’t. Dark until it wasn’t. The fire burned bright, eating away the foundations of the home he’d so cared for for so long. But it was also beautiful. While the rest of the family was off and running, Haemasu found himself distracted, watching the flames lick up the wood and turn it into smoke and ash. He hadn’t realized he was alone until he heard screaming.

Except, the screaming was his.

And he screamed for a long, long time, alone inside a burning room until his eldest brother was running in to save the day. A natural-born hero. Even in the face of danger, he would still sacrifice himself for an idiot that got stuck because he was too distracted wondering what the fire would feel like on his own skin.

The rest of it eluded him, even in the present, but he remembered seeing his brother and his mangled arm, and feeling wrong. The face with which he’d looked up to with so much love and reverence, he couldn’t look at anymore. Even if his brother still looked at him with that same care and affection he did even before the fire, Haemasu couldn’t find it in himself to look back.

The only one he could think to lean on was Dalnim, so he did. Was it unhealthy? Who cared? All he knew was that his twin flame still burned bright, and he was a moth, clinging to that warmth like he would die without it.

After a while, things seemed fine. The world for the Noes was once again bright, the future ahead a dazzling star that they all reached for. But that too, would be taken away.

The Noe patriarch and matriarch’s deaths would leave a black stain on his ledger.

The fury which had been so long dormant in the boy raged out, very similar to the fire that had taken away his home. At first, it was fueled by righteous justice, a need to seek the truth and to bring whoever was responsible in and make them accountable for their crimes. But as the years faded, one into the next, the path of his justice seemed to become lost. It became a mindless sort of thing, corrupting him the same way a virus eroded the inner workings of a system. Justice became mania, and the mania changed him.

It turned into underground fighting rings, taking the game from inside the screen and taking it out, fire, waging a war with the world in an attempt to find the reason for his madness. He knew that everyone was worried about him, especially Hyun-jae and Dalnim, but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t stop himself from losing himself in the fire just like he had done all those years ago.

—

And then there was Kim Haneul.

The sort of voice in his head leftover from the rational part of himself that died and left with his parents.

Well. Not really a voice, so much as a persona. The one he’d taken up when he was tasked with going undercover. He felt that this too was just another game, Hitman, Bioshock, one of those shitty FPS games that he hated so much and yet was so fascinated by.

Haneul was a model child. Good grades, good family, ran with the good kids at school. Basically, he was every anime protagonist Haemasu could remember, all thrown together and balled up into one person. He was just a good guy that ended up making the wrong decisions. No one would bother to look into that, especially not the fucking Nightbloods. They were just a bunch of idiot heirs calling themselves a gang for no reason, or at least that’s what Masu thought, so it would be easy to just… cook up some half-baked nonsense story about some sad kid in a bad way and get into their good graces. And plus, it was the closest he would get to the fucking Jeups, the very reason why him and his siblings were stuck in this mess in the first place. Plus, he’d heard of another fox in their ranks, a high one at that, and maybe… he could add numbers to their own cause.

And it was easy, when Haemasu had made it a point to be virtually untraceable on the internet, and had kept his identity a secret as long as he had.

To be honest, it was both disgusting and truly exciting to become someone else, to play a part and play it well. All those ootome games and the JRPGs were just tutorials for this, the real, actual boss fight.

He didn’t care what he had to do or who he had to be, but if bringing down the Jeups and the rest of the world was on the line, he’d do anything.

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

“Officer, I truly do not know how to tell you this nicely, but—” Haemasu sighed, “this is fucking stupid.”

Seeing the officer’s bewildered expression made something in Masu go alight. It was so funny, watching these idiots touting their guns and badges pretending like they had any sort of hand in doling out justice scramble at his feet. They had no idea what justice even meant. All they did was sit around and chase after shadows in the dark. If anything, he should be questioning them. Why are you so fucking bothered, my guy? Why are you asking someone like me any questions when you and I both know that the guys you’re looking for are sitting up in their gilded towers, raining hell down upon the likes of all you shitty little tools?

But no one wanted to hear that. Especially not an officer with an ego big enough to fill the room. He wondered if the man knew that his head was a balloon filled with hot air, and if he knew that Masu was the one holding the needle.

“I work at a PC room. I’m a broke college student and my diet is literally ramen and maybe an egg. If I’m feeling fancy, I’ll eat seasoning straight from the shakers as a treat. Do you think I have enough energy in me to kill someone? And even if I did, how could I when I was too busy having to watch over some sweaty nerds fight each other on League? I didn’t see anything. Just because that guy was killed right outside the place doesn’t mean I saw anything happen.”

The officer’s eyes glimmer for a brief moment, filled with satisfaction. “I never said anything about someone being killed.” He said, straightening his shoulders as he stared down at Haemasu.

“No, you didn’t, but the file that you passed over to me did. And not only that, but my boss told me what happened after. I walked outside and saw the crime scene. It’s literally not that hard, bro. I don’t know if this is how proceedings normally go, but dude… you gotta get your shit together. Have you never played Persona in your life? You should, if you’re gonna act like this. Do you think I’m stupid? Or do you think you’re just really smart?”

Poking the bear was usually inadvisable for anyone who had even a modicum of a will to live, but Masu was someone that constantly lived life on the very edge. Poking bears at this point was his specialty. Hell, he should work at the zoo, since he was so used to it. The officer’s face contorted, probably going through all five stages of grief before landing on something like pained defeat.

“If that’s all, then can I please get these stupid cuffs off me? I’m not into bondage. This was super fun but also, I truly hope I never have to see your face again!"

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the gentle tinkering of a screwdriver, gentle clicks of a keyboard, a hard face with a soft demeanor, planning a dnd game night, glasses perched all the way against the bridge of your nose. . With a slight resemblance to KIM MIN-SEOK ( Xiumin ) of/the EXO.

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Last Name, First Name: Noe Hyunjae Alias: Abraxas Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Agdoeg, South Korea Age: 31 Date of Birth: April 10th, 1990 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Species: Gumiho/Cyborg Lv1 1 Occupation: Chaebol & G.H.O.S.T. Medical Tech Sexual Orientation:  Heterosexual Associated businesses: 

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Warm ivory undertones, tans to a golden hue Eye color: Hickory brown but can appear caramel depending on the light [reference] Scars:  Obviously has scarring on his right shoulder from the burns that resulted in amputation as well as surgical scars near the socket from the procedure. Piercings:  Left ear - lobe, upper lobe, industrial. Right ear - lobe, upper lobe, and double helix. Wears mainly simple studs or barbells in silver or black metallic. His siblings have gifted him various shaped and coloured acrylic studs, mainly with a star/celestial motif. Doesn’t wear anything that dangles or has a noticeable weight. Used to have a spider bite lip piercing. Tattoos:  A star chart map on his left pectoral [ reference ] each full circle corresponds to each of his siblings, including his, with his mother’s in the innermost circle and his father’s chart filling in the rest of the map. A geometric solar system along his inner left arm [ reference ]. His G.H.O.S.T. barcode is hidden in plain sight, on his cybernetic forearm, etched into the mechanical parts. Hair color:  Naturally dark auburn [ reference ] but is known to bleach and dye it various shades from ash blond to near black, keeping to the warm red tones. Abnormalities:  When his emotions run particularly high, his eyes seem to immolate with a spectral gold fire, regardless of form. Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:  Has a cross fur pattern when in fox form [ reference ] and 6 tails.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Spiritual but does not adhere to a specific organized religion

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, Japanese,  Cantonese, Mandarin, English, learning Thai

SECRETS: When they were young children, he had asked Sypha Jeup to marry him when they got older, but he’s sure she’s forgotten about that.

SAVVIES: Tinkering - Whenever he’s using a device, he finds himself getting lost in ideas of how to improve it. If given enough time, he’ll have fabricated a prototype out of scraps and begun tests, This has led to some interesting gadgets such as the God Furby. Tactician - Having always been drawn to strategy games and finding satisfaction in impeccable resource management systems, his mind has become used to viewing life as a series of cause and effect with the goal being to navigate those choices to achieve a flawless outcome.

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

Traits:  Responsible, good humoured, intuitive, fierce, relentless,  vindictive,  manipulative

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: April 10th, 1990

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record:  Officially spotless, but it's easy to control the narrative when you had a hand in installing and maintaining their databases.

Background/Biography:  tw: arson, amputation, gun violence, surgery

Heavy should’ve been the head that held the crown, however that burden was not meant for Hyunjae to handle alone. The love Noe Seokbin had for his wife ran deep and bore many fruit, and Hyunjae soon found himself surrounded by siblings in a house just large enough to hold their laughter. He took to the role of eldest brother as if he was born for it, always there to clean and bandage a scrape, pass the controller to when the boss was just too tough, and keep secrets from mom and dad. His father didn’t have to guide or control him as Hyunjae developed into the spitting image of the Noe patriarch, responsible, good natured, with his own hunger to master any technology he could get his hands on.

 And then their home was set ablaze in 2008. Hyunjae was the first to notice that they were a head short and he ran back into the building before anyone could stop him. He knew where Haemasu liked to hide, call it a big brother instinct, and used his arm to prop up a burning beam so the youngest could escape the inferno. He only collapsed on the lawn once he saw their mother clutching the baby of the family, knowing everyone was finally safe. The decision to amputate his son’s arm was not made lightly, Seokbin knew that there was a chance Hyunjae would never regain full functionality, even with the advancements made in prosthetics as complications could always happen. The paperwork was signed the night Hyunjae’s anesthesia wore thin for only a few moments, watching his son screaming his throat bloody in agony was convincing enough. When Hyunjae awoke after the procedure, he blankly stared at the space his arm used to be before asking after his siblings.

 The process of relearning how to operate with his non-dominant hand was long, but Hyunjae was always a dutiful student. Over time, the family noticed subtle but ever growing changes to Hyunjae’s prosthetic, the hard plastic fingers gaining more dexterity and accuracy with every passing iteration. Seokbin confirmed his suspicion by catching Hyunjae late one night, awkwardly using his left hand and teeth to modify his own arm. They reviewed the shakily drafted schematic and began building Hyunjae a proper arm together. Each version remained rather rudimentary and always had some tactile hurdle it couldn’t overcome. It was only when a budding cybernetics company looking for investors caught his father’s attention that real progress was made and Hyunjae’s arm became the company’s first major unveiling.

Through the trials and research, Hyunjae caught a taste for electrical and biomedical engineering and his academic path was set. He refused to rely on his name and legacy to achieve his accolades and sought his doctorate in secret. Balancing the demands of the blinding spotlight, thriving business, and academic bureaucracy with incredible time management and copious caffeine. He saw the scope of the cybernetics field to be too small, settling on limb replacement and tools for physical therapy and assistance, when it held so much more potential. The entire organ harvesting and transplant system could be upended, and should be revolutionized in order to meet the desperate demand. So he built lungs and kidneys from wires and sterilized metals, proving the concept but always looking towards replicating the heart and dreaming of augmenting the brain.

Much like how his father caught him tinkering well into the night, Hyunjae lingered in the shadows beyond Seokbin’s office door, overhearing a warning that threatened the very foundation of the city. He knew of the Noe and Jeup’s tumultuous history from his grandmother and her terrible bedtime stories, but that was all he thought of them as, simply stories from generations ago. Their fathers acted as opposite ends of a bridge between their families now, and Hyunjae remembered being told to watch over the Jeup children as he would his own siblings. Hyunjae confronted his father behind closed doors and accepted his cautious and patient approach. If the Jeup’s were so entwined with the bleeding underbelly of the city, it was best to appear unassuming, amass their allies silently and prepare for when they needed to go hunting. The Noe never lit the match, but they would control the fire.

Hyunjae found himself staring into the reflective abyss of Agdeog’s criminal scene, the random violence that consumed the city focusing into tendrils of a writhing, feeding monstrosity. Each act connected by thin strings of causality, and more and more of them vanished into the void surrounding the Jeup patriarch. With the scent of blood coating his tongue, he grasped a crimson stained thread and tugged. Much like his father, he was visited by a figure at his lab and expected a similar warning, instead finding himself mulling over an interesting proposal. The Veil’s cause resonated with Hyunjae’s sense of justice and so he submerged himself into the chaos, distancing himself from his siblings so they wouldn’t be caught in his wake. The group had the best intentions, but lacked the means or the ambition to actually do anything substantial. Hyunjae became an increasing voice and call to action as he rose through the ranks, navigating the battlegrounds with careful words to soothe emblazoned egos much like his father would negotiate among salivating businessmen. Millimeters of progress were finally being made, but it all unraveled when Hyunjae chose his family over everything else.

Having his baby sister, Dalnim, on his operating table broke something in him. All that careful patience was worth nothing when he was coated up to his elbows in her blood, holding her heart that fluttered weakly around the bullet lodged inside its ventricles. He worked tirelessly through the night, giving her his life’s work, needing it to give him back his sister. As the metal valves expanded, the mechanisms hummed as Dalnim’s pulse returned. Wracked with exhaustion, drenched in sweat and blood, he collapsed beside the table, clutching her hand until she squeezed his back. The next few days were spent carefully monitoring her, both to allow her to recover from such a traumatic event but to also keep her close in case of complications. When they both emerged from his lab, the world had shifted.

 The city was in a state of shock, unaware of how deep the scars would run from the carnage that unfolded. “Cut off the heads,” He remembered saying the words among the Veil, but that’s all they were supposed to be, words, an idea. It wasn’t meant to be a plan. It was a last resort, a way to knock the chessboard over when everything else failed. There was too much chaos, coursing anger, and bad blood infecting the veins of the city for something so brash to ever work. As the Veil faded into the mists, he watched the new generation step into their shadowed thrones, a hunger stoked by opportunity thick on their tongues. Whispers of Jeup's involvement with the Nightbloods reached him and Hyunjae knew he had to act before the noose around Agdeog grew too tight.

 G.H.O.S.T was founded under the promise of one thing, to control the uncontrollable. The city could not survive another war, and Hyunjae was going to ensure that it never would have to. Learning from the mistakes of the Veil, he selectively collected his allies in secret, knowing that if the gangs caught wind of a growing power they wouldn’t be able to help themselves and cannibalize the city in an effort to maintain rule over the ashes. He was patient and cautious, careful to not make any waves as the pieces slowly set themselves into place. Then his parents disappeared and the priorities shifted once again. He let his siblings bark and gnash their teeth, accusations flying as unanswered questions continued piling up. The goals of the Noe family and of G.H.O.S.T blending and blurring into the same: vengeance.

 Sangje challenging his leadership was not surprising, but the true pain came from watching the faith in him vanish in each of his siblings as they casted their votes. He maintained his composure as he passed the torch to his younger brother, bitterly swallowing the betrayal so that it could melt away in the acids of his stomach. They could sit in the seat he built, order the allies he secured, but they could never replace him as their elder brother.

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

The bowtie around his neck was too tight.

Mingling under the crystal chandeliers of the Jeup estate, Hyunjae gave easy smiles and sweet words to anyone he came across, having the tact to attempt to appear equally invested. Sharply manicured nails occasionally dug into the jacket of his tuxedo, the brazen ones reaching up to try and swipe at his skin with some wafer thin excuse. The cost of being a generous benefactor was that everyone was hungry for a piece, even if the spotlight preferred to illuminate the illicit and scandalous affairs of the middle Jeup. Slipping away from glittery claws, he found himself at a balcony, watching the wind play among the leaves in a garden. He could almost hear the excited yips from a cluster of fox pups weaving between the bushes from deep in his memory.

“What happened that night?” Hyunjae turned, regarding the approaching police chief with a neutral expression, flicking through the possibilities and implications of the question. “At the gala, you excused yourself from the festivities rather abruptly.”

Hyunjae wore an easy smile, providing body language that would placate the man, “Nothing very exciting, I assure you. A business partner had not accounted for the time difference and requested a meeting. I didn’t think I would be missed once the silent auction was over.”

Satisfied with that answer, the two exchanged their pleasantries and went their separate ways. Hyunjae noted the eruption of raucous laughter carrying from the open doorway and wondered what headline that would create for tomorrow.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY SHE REMINDS THEM OF: numbers, vintage, snakes and success . With a slight resemblance to KIM CHAN-MI/CHUNGHA  of/the SOLOIST.

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Last name, first name: Amis Milil Alias: Ami Realm of birth: Earth -Korean Age: 25 Date of birth: 10.10.1996 Gender: Female Preferred pronouns: she/her Species: Nagini Occupation: Hacker for G.H.O.S.T Sexual orientation: Bisexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin color: pale

Eye color: jade base, yellow circle around the pupil

Scars: Left upper arm

Piercings: None

Tattoos: barcode on the left pelvis area of her G.H.O.S.T. Number

Hair color: black with a shimmer of red in the light, sometimes colored blond

Abnormalities: if she is upset her yellow pupil circle grow bigger

Transformed form:

PERSONAL FILE:

Religious belief: N/A Sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath Virtues: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice  nown languages: english, russian, german, korean, japanese, thai Secrets: if she changes to long into a snake her pupils stay as a slit for hours after transforming back to her normal form. 

Tactile: Seungho will melt into anyone that runs their fingers through his hair and is very sensitive to touch. He’s physically affectionate and will seek tactile comfort over talking about whatever is bothering him.

Blood frenzy: He will never admit to this, but he loves the thrill that comes with shedding blood and the hunt. Once he gets a taste of blood, be that his own or his target’s, he enters a fugue state, becoming savagely brutal with his violence. He can’t say for certain if he has or has not eaten a person because of this frenzied state.

Savvies:

good at everything related to code and programs, reading people, calculating situations calmly. Not that good at interacting with stupid people or explaining everything 3 times. If she notices that the other person is not paying attention. Time is money.

Powers & abilities:

nice singing voice, very bendy body, poison generation into her fangs, poison immunity, very sensitive to chemical smell in the hair

Traits: Gives good advice, does not listen to her own advice. Wouldn´t do bad things for money, gets a headache when there is bad chemical smell in the air she catched through her tongue. Medium fangs on the upper side of her thees.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of birth: Recorded as October 10, 1996

Crime record: Not caught yet or files deleted.

Background/Biography:

Amis parents were rarely at home. Her father, the snake side of the family was always covered up as he told Amis from her childhood days, that humans like to destroy what they don´t know so she kept these words in her head and heart. With two smaller siblings coming some years after that she did feel left out. Both were human, yet she had her father triads, the fangs, the eyes, the shimmery hair, the inhuman like bending body. Her sibling thought she was always dressed up as they were really small to understand the difference yet. But as soon as they are old enough Amis hide from them. Asking her father and mother they decided, that she would need to live apart. Both her parents did love each other but it was hard to live as two races when one was human in this world. Since her 10th birthday, Amis was living alone, her father was supposed to live with her but he had „work“ to do. She got all the expensive items, a phone, consoles, tv and computers. But that never gave her the place back she once knew. Out of her teen years, she used the pc a lot, since it was the only place she could have contact with the outside. She asked her father to install cameras around the house where her mother and the two siblings lived.

Never in her dreams did she think she would witness the gruesome end of her family from a safe place. At 15 years old she looked at the screen, late at night, like she always did. As the blue light coloured her own eyes purple she looked at the calm garden around the house, before her eyes meet a person or a shadow to be more sure. In the years she learned to hack the street cameras of the neighbourhood buildings, lanterns and shops in the city. As she did not go to school she had time on her hands and tried to see the world outside through the cameras. There was no camera she did not yet discover that made her issues. That night she saw, what she believed to be wolves to attack the house. Before the house, itself lit up Amis managed to call her father to inform him of the things that happened at their old home. He told her to stay home, save and that it would be okay. As some time later she also saw him, the familiar figure getting close to the house that by now was in huge flames.

Amis only saw her dad for a short moment. Before he also dissipated into the night sky. Followed by the shadows of the things that had attacked the house before. Way too late the human fire department and police got there. But she did not care for now. She followed the race of her father, with every camera she knew in her mind by now that was on that route they run.

Soon her five monitors were full of images as she got access to more, to follow where they were going. Just before her phone rang and her dad told her one last thing before she could hear him being attacked „make us disappear, everything. And I love you darling“the last time he called her this nickname she saw on the cameras how the creature did tore him in pieces. They were no humans. Not how they felt over her father's body. The words run in her brain, several times before her brain started to work.

She had to get rid of all evidence. That was his last wish, and she would make it happen. She sat there, getting into all data save files she knew had any information about this attack, her parents her siblings, her father. Everything. She deleted the school records of her siblings, the ID numbers of her mother. Paychecks, everything. The money that was left she transferred from Korea to other countries to cover up the company she made up the last years for fun. Now they came in handy as the money was not able to be traced back to her.

The next year she did not give any breaks as she wanted to find the footage of where the attackers came from and what there were. But that door was yet closed for her. At the age of 21, she had keys in every company system she was once in contact with, or interested in.

Sometimes she send the police information of murders that they did miss parts of, or had no data on yet. She was in the back of the net, bored and not challenged anymore as she got into Chinese and Japanese governments for lunch and Russian diplomatic documents and german nuke tech in the break time between lunch and dinner. She played with the money of others and names of them as her mood gave it that day. Till one day one of the company's she had her eyes on had a huge shift in data. OctoCorn and Pharma companies did wash their money for a while now with drug money but this time the data did not match the normal ways it would. She tried to find out where the money went and from where it came this time around.

Before she got to hold and to a hard to went through system security. Not even the government had that system set yet. It was the first challenge for 10 years now for her. Amis did smile at that and got right to work. What she did not know what that the company's where rules from a new leader, that changes the way the „gang“ worked. But she could find out some names, which surprised her. It was a rather young woman. Pretty, yet Amis was sure the face she saw on her screen was in deep trouble. She forgot the companies for a month as she went back to some normal data research before she got a message through a system she set up for „work“ related contact.

It was the same code´s as the company's she hacked some months ago. Carefully selected and pinned up, coded in cubes and the new tech language that was up just this year. The leader of that „group“ wanted to give her a job and for a while, that was how Amis spend her days. Cleaning data from government servers or clouds. But the data Amis witnessed made her interested. As Amis asked her one day, if she knew their things, as she added a picture file of the creatures that her father attacks. One file she had to delete for the leader was very similar and she wanted to make sure. One thing went to another and with 24 Amis was now the main person to get information for G.H.O.S.T as she got the new code „thedoorwillopensoon“ in code. As there was no door Amis could not open.

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

Amis was looking at the male. Truly in disbelieve she got invited as a witness. "I told the people at the space already what I saw. There was a group of four males and one female. They did point guns at the people at the station." she paused trying to be calm as the stupid officer in front of her did not take notes and asked her several times already what the events were. "And if you do not start to write and keep asking me the same question and over you are losing time and I am losing my patience sir," she added in a sharp tone to the policeman.