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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF:    soft cascade of the rain, overwhelming scent of antiseptic burning your nose, cold taste of bitter black coffee left overnight . With a slight resemblance to BANG CHAN of/the STRAY KIDS.

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last name, first name: kung, castor alias: tyndaridae realm of birth: earth . new zealand, dunedin age: 23 date of birth: july 15, 1998 gender: male  preferred pronouns: he . they species: children of the twelve occupation: ivory lotus . medical personnel / second year medical student sexual orientation: demipansexual 

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: honey tan eye color: heterochromatic . mute rose tone ( left ) && black ( right )  scars: small faded out scars across his knuckles and palms, a cut just tucked right behind his right ear lobe ( an accident when he tried to give himself diy piercing ),  a few closed up holes along his ears, a nick stretching from the bottom of his left eyebrows and running through and ending just midway of his forehead ( sports accident ), small light pink patches of raw skin on his lips where he nervously chew broken.  piercings: various piercings along his both of his ears && a lip ring on his bottom lip ( sometimes removed due to work purposes ) tattoos: various small geometric tattoos on his waist, thigh and collar bone && gemini constellation that spans across his back, in between his shoulder blades hair color: sandy blonde hair abnormalities: markings and runes glowing a pine green hue across his body ( mostly his arms, collar bone and waist down to his thighs ) horns/ wings/ etc:  n . a transformed form: n . a

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 ( fluent ) . korean ( fluent )

secrets: 

i. within his family, the talk of castor's birth is a taboo due to the circumstances surrounding it. he was supposed to be born with a twin, however the other was still born and many view it as an unholy omen. he was brought up believing he is an only child, however it’s a complete accident that he hears the slip of truth from a few drunken relatives at a family dinner.

ii. to a certain extent, castor is aware that he isn’t quite normal compared to other people. there is always a sense of something missing, a gaping hole in his heart that couldn’t be fulfilled. he doesn’t know what it is that is missing, but the emptiness of his makes him insatiable to people’s attention and affection, be it physical or emotional. he doesn’t tell this to his family or people around him, in fear of the hole growing bigger in his heart. 

iii. he doesn’t want to be a doctor, but rather forced into it due to his family constantly chasing for prestige and honour. while he excels in his studies, he feels miserable and dreads the day when he finishes his study.

iv. he talks to himself a lot and usually in various voices to cope with the feeling of emptiness. the habit first started when he was a child, but he never grew out of it and stuck with it. he doesn’t tell anyone about it because he knows how crazy it comes off towards others.

savvies: 

i. proficient with the use of a knife. he is a medical student aiming to be a surgeon, it is a given that he’s good with knives.

ii. detailed oriented and composed during moments of high stress, it is one trait that makes his family believe that he will succeed as a surgeon.

iii. wide vocal range, if castor isn’t being pushed to be a doctor, he would have been a great singer for his wide vocal range. he often uses this to talk to himself when the feeling of emptiness is too overbearing. 

iv. good reflexes, it is unknown if this is something he is born with or naturally built up due to the various sports he used to play as a child. 

v. puzzles of any kind are a good de-stressor for castor. he personally prefers playing horror games or fps games as a way to hone his attention to detail and ability to operate under high stress. 

powers & abilities: bio-fission (copying/cloning themselves or their ‘soul twin’), aerokinesis, the ability to copy their twins, atmospheric gas manipulation, flight, stellar manipulation, ermískinesis, shapeshifting (into other humanoids only), reality warping, precognition (only involving their twin), empathy with touch, fusion with their twin (to create basically one more powerful version of themselves for an allotted amount of time.

traits: empathetic . needy

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: July 25th 1998

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: N/A

Background/Biography:

born to the kung family, castor was a privileged child who was raised with only the best given to him. his family had an extensive history of fame and prestige, being an old money family that focuses on the value of tradition. anyone who bears the name of kung is expected to make a name for themselves, living only as the best and nothing less. 

such expectation was given to castor, the seemingly “ golden child ” of the family, yet such a title also came with the hush whisper of a shadowed secret. he was sheltered away from the world and every grim and dirty thing that his parents found unfitting in their eyes. perhaps it is the spoiling of his parents that made him so empty as a child, with a gaping void in his heart for something that he doesn’t know of. 

like any child, he was given only the best education and participated in numerous lessons and sports. however nothing satisfied him; the constant showering of praises and compliment, the shining gold medals that lay to collect dust on his shelf or the never growing achievement that seems meaningless in his eyes. he wanted more, craved for more but never knew what it was that his heart yearned. 

and now as an adult, castor finds himself lost in a new country with the pressure of his family into a path that he doesn’t quite feel committed to. the devouring sensation of emptiness seems to be unstoppable no matter how much he ignores it, yet he feels a calling towards him that guides him into the busy streets of adoeg, south korea. perhaps now it is time for him to truly find himself within the mysterious that lurks among adobe, to finally break out of the small world that he had been isolated in for so long and see it for what it is with his own two eyes.

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

tw: description of blood && gore.

❝ just run us through what happened that night ❞. 

he could feel the scratches against his skin of the slowly drying blood on his what used to be a pristine white dress shirt. the uncomfortable stickiness as bits of half dry liquid cling itself against his skin, contrasting brightly against the dimly light interrogation room that he had found himself within. the cheap plastic chair digged painfully in his back, a welcome distraction away from the fact that he’s sitting in a police station covered in blood, someone else’s blood. 

castor doesn’t need to turn his face to know how repulsive he looked, his sandy blond curls sticking closely to his forehead as his fingers unconsciously pick at the drying scabs of blood that covered his hands. the officer before him was a middle aged man with a few grey hairs standing stark against the ebony black, signs of an overworked and tired officer who very much would like to be at home than in front of a blood soaked medical student. at least the other was considerate of his emotional and mental state, words coming out a bit softer and less abrasive as he narrows his eyes carefully towards the blonde hair male that is curled into the tiny seat. it was a sharp numbing pain from his lips that reminded castor of his current predicament, that the male before him is waiting for his answer though now a bit less patient than before. sharp taste of iron fills his mouth, and he briefly wonders if this is his own blood or the blood of the victim. he doesn’t ponder on the morbid thought for too long.

❝ i was heading back to the campus after my shift at the hospital, i intended to take the bus back but i needed a breather. so i took a detour instead and decided to walk to the next stop instead to wait for the bus. next thing i know, there is a dying lady in front of me. ❞ finally did he raise his head up to meet the other’s sharp stare, his already dark eyebags even more evident by the shadowing of the singular lightbulb hanging in the room. what else is he supposed to tell the officer? it wasn’t like he had made plans to see a near death gasping lady with a large hole in her chest reaching to him for help. ( in the end his effort was futile, she had passed away the moment the authorities arrived at the scene. his entire body covered in vermillion, steady hands still pressed against her gaping chest and eyes wide at the realization that he didn’t save her. ) 

❝ that’s it? you just so happen to see her on the floor with a hole in her chest? ❞ 

the officer’s tone wasn’t accusing but the subtext of it was there. castor knows well of the implication behind those words, it isn’t a normal occurrence to be covered from head to toe in someone’s blood. ❝ yes. she was on the floor, with a large hole in her chest and gasping at me for help. what was i supposed to do? ❞ frustration slips into his words as he uncurls himself, tense and hungry as the weight of the whole situation comes crashing into his body. ❝ i’m a medical student, i am studying to be a surgeon. i am to save someone if they need it and she needs my help. am i just supposed to leave her bleeding there on the floor? if so then i would make a shit ass doctor. ❞ anger flares in the bottom of his gut and at this point castor isn’t sure what he is angry at. the long day that doesn’t seem to end? the fact that he tried to save someone and end up watching them die in his hands? or the fact that he is currently being held as a suspect for the death of a stranger he doesn’t know? ( maybe it’s everything, the fact that his studies hasn’t prepared him enough to be thrown into this situation. the dawning realisation that this would be his life now, that he would have to watch people die because he is incapable of doing anything about it. the clawing holds of how there is nothing he can do about the situation, but to deal with it like most things in his life. ) 

the officer gives a grunt of dissatisfaction, perhaps at his snarky remark or the fact that someone is dead and they have no suspect to start solving it. crossing his arms, the officer remains a cold stare on him, eyes so piercing that it can perhaps burn a hole through his body. ( would it be like the lady? how the wound is larger than his hand, seemingly caused by a rough tear of either vicious teeths or a clawed fist. so deep that he could see the detailed tears of the muscles around it, even the clarity of the pounding heart that is rapidly trying to pump out the blood that is slowly seeping into the cold dirty road that they laid on. how easy the bones snapped around it, like it was mere clay as shards of it protrude outwards. ❝ s-save me . . . p-please . . . ❞ ) 

tense silence filled the room and now castor is dully aware of the sharp smell of rust filling his nose. right, he needs a shower, perhaps bare minimum of three to even get rid of the smell that now seemingly clings to his body. and the shirt is too far gone to be saved, which is a shame since this was his favorite dress shirt. ❝ i just wanted to save her. that’s it. ❞ his voice finally broke through the silence, quiet and empty as he falls backwards into the tiny plastic chair. his head turns upwards towards the ceiling and he could feel wetness travelling down his cheeks, searing hot as the officer before him softens his expression. ❝ what was i supposed to do? tell me. ❞

  the officer had no answers, and neither did castor. 

it was just a matter of him being at the wrong place at the wrong time. 

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the flow of a tutu, baby pink gaming set ups, pink satin ribbons. With a slight resemblance to HWANG YEJI of/the ITZY.

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Last Name, First Name: Noe Dal-nim ALIAS: Evelynn Kang, Saja Realm of birth(if earth, nationality):  Korean Age: 19 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: she/they Species: Gumiho/Cyborg Lvl 1 Occupation: Chaebol/Streamer/Influencer and G.H.O.S.T. member infiltrating Ivory Lotus as an assassin Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual (questioning) Any Associated/Owned Businesses: Heir to the Noe family tech empire

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Tanned  Eye color: heterochromatic ( left eye a muted, warm, green tone, and the right a honey golden/orange ) [ reference ]  Scars: A long scar down her sternum from heart transplant surgery  Piercings: dainty piercings, double in both lobes, small pink diamonds in both cartilages and one helix  Tattoos: a few dainty tattoos [ reference ], g.h.o.s.t bar code at the very top of her thigh  Hair color: Dark black roots that fade into a smokey grey [ reference ]  Abnormalities: her  heterochromia, she has a bionic heart  Horns/ wings/ etc:  Transformed form: she turns into a black and grey cross fur fox with nine tails [ reference ][  reference ] [ reference ]

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  not really spiritual but practices a bit of witchery

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Korean, Japanese, Cantonese, Thai, English and is learning French

SECRETS:  She’s a member of G.H.O.S.T and one of the younger Noe siblings

SAVVIES:  Doing her own acrylics, gaming, tech, ballet, violin, gymnastics, and contortion

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

Traits:  shallow, diligent

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: November 14th, 2003

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

Crime Record: Her fake profile says that she had some petty theft and was charged with running away from home.

Background/Biography: tw: gun violence, blood, injury

Noe Dalnim -

An entire life of simply existing, an overbearing mother and a captivating family, being one of the youngest of the Noe’s was shrouded in secrecy, and experiencing near death at every turn.

Noe Seok-bin and his wife were the picture perfect parents, one a girl could only dream of having. Even in the midst of six little foxes there was still room to treat Dalnim like a princess. Behind the masks and tipped down heads as she held the hand of her twin, taking on the vigorous flashes of cameras and wailing paparazzi, she got everything she could have ever wanted, even a partner for life.

Dalnim’s relationship with Heomasu was strange to those in the outside world. The twins were inseparable all the way through their years, clinging to each other with fierceness as if the only way they were guaranteed  survival was if they were at each other's sides. Sleeping in the same bed for years to refusing to split their rooms up until they were well into being teens, it was comfort to have the smokey haired foxling at her back, as facing the world without him would surely result in her death.

Her room had been filled to the brim with plushies and tech galore, things she’d tinkered with behind the families oldest and failed toys of her own only for it all to fall victim to the angry licking of flames. It was in this fire that a piece of her heart threatened to sever itself from its connection, where the  Noe clan had been reduced to seven, her other half lost in a sea of smoke a soot, her life line, ending just before her eyes. But it was once again the leader of the fledglings, bearing the heaviness of being a father to children who hadn’t belonged to them, returning him to her with an arm charred beyond repair.

Things changed in the Noe household following, as Hyunjae buried himself in his studies, Dalnim found herself clinging to his side just as much as the one she’d shared a womb with. Dainty pigtails always wafting  over her older brother's shoulders as he tinkered away at his creations. He was a protector of the two, she could sense it, but just like her parents it had become suffocation, the young twins treated like delicate lace, unable to face the world on their own. But Dalnim craved more than half of her room, more than masked faces and family outings as her only triumph over the world.

It was when she was just twelve that she couldn’t shake it anymore, the craving to be independent, no longer wanting to be hidden underneath the veil of her families woes;

“Can I at least just go to the mall by myself?” She’d ask her mother, who stared at her dotingly, another baby of a noble family knowing how it feels to live behind a veil.

She was to walk the streets as just a regular girl, she’d already created the story in her head if anyone had wanted to ask as she shopped. Her name was Evelynn Kang, she was from some other country she’d make up on the fly and had moved to Korea to be with some family. It was perfect, being able to explore and keep the secrecy of her family's empire, but Agdoeg’s dark fog tended to take the most vulnerable, and she’d never been taught to just let things go. So of course she fought back, with the feistiness that lingered in her fiery soul, only for the criminals who dared to take her things to be just shy of rookies, the shot  from their gun accidental, read all over the way they ran in fear immediately, leaving Dalnim in a sputtering heap of shock as her heart simply pumped blood from the wound that sat in her chest. She hadn’t had time to recognize the dark figure that seemed to be there right when she’d needed them most. A sentiment of her mother who couldn’t truly let her darling baby out on her own at such an age, the driver they’d grown to love like an uncle had been in her shadow her entire trip.

The time in between felt like an endless void of darkness, one that even as she swam, up and up and up she’d never come from it, never gather that air in her lungs all over again unaware that the one that had protected her the entirety of her twelve years had been giving his all to make sure she’d see the sun again, see the world that she ached and craved to see.

It was a new leash on life, but a new fear of the world, she’d made her imprisonment in her mind and her shared space a career, accompanied by the sound of Heomasu’s gaming and the red light signalling her state of the art camera had been recording. She had made a friend and fan base online, beginning to use her skills in gaming to become partners from Twitch, to EA, to SONY.

While she became a big name in the digital world, her family had began to become a name in the underground. A place she hadn’t even known they planted a seed, only for it to entangle the family in it’s venomous vines, taking Seok-bin and the love of his life with him. As if they’d vanished into thin air, their six children the only thing left to prove their existence. It is here that Dalnim refuses to stand by, refuses to let the parasite that had been draining the life of their family for generations she hadn’t even met. But if Dalnim was to join the fight…she was to escape her own fear in her mind. The task she was given had forced a wedge in her connection to her family all together, unable to meet unless it was in secrecy or through hidden chat pages and phones. She had to become the woman she’d always wanted to be, the one that took her knowledge of languages and her love of ballet, splicing it all into a picture perfect box.

Evelynn Kang -

If you were to ask Evelynn any questions past the early rememberable years of her life, there wasn’t much she could tell you. It was a cycle of poverty and misfortune as she lived with a pseudo family. Where she originated she couldn’t say, as she hadn’t ever seen or met either of her parents, not that her father was around much in the first place, or at least she inferred as she couldn’t imagine both of them wanting to give her away to a family who could barely feed themselves. Her entire life had been one of independence, finding meals and clothing were up to her and her alone, but even then the heaviness of another mouth to feed was a tough burden to bear.

They were spiritual people, the new family,  whimsical in nature, opting to follow the stars for stories, and not just the stories. Forcing the universe to pick their paths, and in turn showed Selena how to do the same. In everything she did, she looked to the night sky, tantalized and hypnotized by the moon and the stars, the galaxies and the planets, envisioning herself to one day be the goddess of the night sky in her childish mind.

The woman was a medium of sorts, dressed in long pretty skirts and jingling anklets, she’d paint pretty mosaics and hum springtime songs. Her lover was just as eccentric, a woman with valiant strength, though you couldn’t tell on the outside she was able to out lift most men, with just a little help from her vampiric bloodline. Even in their quirkiness they traveled with their little caravan of sideshow performers, Evelynn teetering right along with them. They’d dote on her as much as they were able to, money wasn’t always plentiful but the support of the young performer was more than enough of their riches. Her mothers would applaud her half stumbling terms, and oo and ahh at her bumbling splits, gasping at unfinished flips, just waiting for the moment that they could harbor her talents officially.

And when the time came, after traveling the world, she excelled in every class she attended, ballet, gymnastics, boxing, self-defense, she was perfect, just as her mother’s saw her as. It wasn’t long until they incorporated her into their act, she’d spin and bend in the air, be thrown from terrifying heights and caught in dangerous nets. Even at a young age it was she who’d draw in the crowd that kept them fed. But the circus fad slowly faded, even as a world class gymnast joined their ranks there wasn’t much they could do in empty seats, only so many  bills can be paid from championship trophies.

“Well sweetie, women help women,” they explained to her as they settled inside ‘The Salon.’ But it was here that she found the connection between her and her mothers being split between a life and a life above it. She’d decided to rid herself of that heavy feeling of the darkness that seeped to the surface…only for her to return to the women she felt had taken her mother’s from her, dirtying her hands with the blood that they shed.

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

Her lashes fluttered close for a moment, a gentle smile over her cheeks. “Well,” she ran over the memory of the evening in her head, the familiar scene of her smokey locks falling  over her bare shoulder as she looked over the water. The yacht  drifted slowly through the harbor. Further and further away from the shore line as he handed her a glass of wine.

They’d spent most of the ride with him talking about himself, his accomplishments in the building of his company. Dalnim giggled and talked along, trying to make it seem like she cared much more about him than she truly had.

She was simply here to take on the information she could, and get rid of him for the simple fact that he’d saw her face. Nothing more, nothing less, and with the knife she had strapped into her garter burning a hole in her skin it was as if she was aching to end him.

“So you’re like a streamer girl right?” He’d said reaching his hand up to brush  her hair behind her ear, “you don’t seem like the type, what do you play like Animal Crossing or something?” He teased.

She shifted from his touch at the comment, “um no. I can pretty much play anything, I’ve been doing that my whole life.”

He laughed anyways, “right,” dismissing her, hand now gliding down her arm to her waist, a vain attempt to pull her closer to him. “What are you doing?” Dalnim pressed her hands against his chest, trying to keep the gap he wanted to close. She could only laugh uncomfortably as he threatened to pin her against the banister of the ship.

Mismatched eyes flicked over to the officers faces, delicate fingers twisting her wet hair. “I’m not sure, I went for a quick swim and they just left me, so I just swam over to another yacht to call my grandma, she sent the boat out and that’s really it.” The officer showed the pictures to her, worrying his bottom lip, “So you have no idea how this happened to him?”

She scanned over the photos, unfazed at the gore that was captured on them, at her hand, “hmm, no idea.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the feeling of walking through a bare and silent forest full of fog, the shadow of a black cat casted along your window, the gentle shwit of a tarot card pulling. With a slight resemblance to KANG SEULGI of/the RED VELVET.

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Last Name, First Name: Valkyrie So-bong Alias: Circe, Mishil Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Earth, English-Korean Age: 27 Date of Birth: 10-28-1994 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Species: Witch Occupation: Chemical Pathologist at Asan Medical Center, Mother & Chemist of the Ivory Lotus Sexual Orientation: Unlabled

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: tan-ish Eye color:  heather purple with slight gold around the iris Scars:  a weathered scar on the meaty part of palm from using her blood in certain potions and spells Piercings:  reference [ x (left).  x (right)] Tattoos:  naked ladies dancing around the moon on her bicep , a black cat in hands on her rib cage , little girl holding her head on her upper thigh near her hip, custom design down her spine (w/o the words), various other small tattoos , ivory lotus lotus on her inner middle finger. Hair color: black Abnormalities: eye color technically Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:  if she uses a great amount of her power her eyes mist over the same color as her iris’ and begin to glow, along with the symbol of her coven on her forehead, the ends of her hair began to flicker like purple fire.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: would be pagan but is not sure

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Korean (still not all the way there)

SECRETS: She escaped her coven as they were more of a cult than a coven.

SAVVIES: chemical engineering, cooking, writing, reciting literature

Powers & Abilities:  Powers include, but are not limited to based on the witch type: Healing, Potion Creation, Spell Casting, Animation, Creation, Inscription Casting, Magic Channeling/Detection, Summoning/Banishment, Portal Creation (only to the spirit world if their witch craft includes connections to it.), Reality Warping/Psychosomatic Illusions and Precognition. She has a specialty in Dark Arts so other powers of hers include:

Blood Magic

Curse Magic

Dark Alchemy

Dark Energy Manipulation

Poison Magic

Telekinesis

Spirit Magic (these powers were given to her during the ceremony at her birth)

Traits:  + Intuitive, Intelligent, Cultured - Quiet, Nonchalant, Loyal

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 10-28-1994

Date of Death: n/a

Crime Record:

Background/Biography:

tw: blood, gorey-ish descriptions, death, cult like activity, teen pregnancy

The sound of a stone door scraping shut behind her had become a constant mantra in her earliest memory. She’d found herself wrapped in the arms of a family that had placed her on a pedestal much too grand for a child to bear.

Living in exile had become a prominent part of  So-yeon’s life. She’d gone from settled in the nest of her family home, the power of the realm trickling down her matriarchal line and dreaming that one day she’d pass it on to a daughter of her own. But so young she became nothing more than merely a vessel, bred and left to her own devices and finding herself alone in a world where he magic didn’t stand up to the foundations in society that science had began to claim

She’d trekked the long journey to Castle Combe, belly round and swollen, trying to find a place where she’d belonged, solely and utterly herself. 

‘She will be our salvation,’ they’d said, fawning over the way power had surged from the young girl's aura. They would take care of her, they’d said, and with nowhere else to go, the echo of the stone door sealed shut behind her. So-yeon had fallen into their routines, basked in their rituals as the pampered the teen for her oncoming child, they told stories of the throne that she’d sit upon and bowed to her as she walked past. Women of all ages washed her feet, and combed her hair, held her belly up for just a bit of relief as time ticked and ticked on. 

‘I want to name her Mishil, after my grandmother,’ So-yeon beamed, only for the polite smile on her face to fall at the intense glare that the counsel women had bestowed upon her. 

‘Our master has already picked a name for the child,’ they’d said, faces full of an enhanced seriousness, and even though the young girl's face and ears burned with fury she couldn’t bring herself to protest.

They’d held her hand as her daughter readied herself to be born, and just shy of her seventeenth birthday she held a hiccuping child in her arms. But it wasn’t long that she’d be able to clutch to her newborn, the child torn away from her within minutes of her arrival, pulled away still wailing into the chamber, the same echo of stone bouncing off the underground walls. They’d chanted her name, various words and spells trickling into the damp air, the infant lay upon their altar, still crying out for her mother who’d just been behind the door.

The room swirled and surged with power, a black cloud forming over the crying baby’s body crackling with purple lightning and boisterous thunder. As their words grew louder and louder, so did Valkyrie’s cries, each and every coven member bowing to her, their own powers sucked into the cloud that danced angrily above her, hungry for a new vessel. The sigil began to etch itself into her forehead, eyes and mouth glowing with the same purple hue that rippled like lava in the inscription in her skin, and all at once, just as the symphony of sound reached its climax, the cloud swarmed down the infant's throat, power trickling into her veins and leaving the chamber in dark, eerie silence.

So-yeon believed this meant it was time to see the child she waited so long for, but the doors never opened, and instead she was dragged away to meet a fate that she felt she was destined to be granted her entire life. 

‘It is you who will rule us, you who will be our salvation,’ they’d told the child, much too young to comprehend let alone listen.

She’d spent her life being treated as royalty, paraded through the village streets, covered in a black veil as their new savior’s beauty could not be seen by just any lowly human. Placed on a pedestal that could only be granted to deities and gods, the moment she’d entered the world. Every member of the coven bowed to her, asked her for advice and forgiveness, begged to die at her hand, and for a while it was all she could go along with. They’d taught her everything she’d known, everything she’d thought she’d ever know. About witchcraft and witchcraft only. 

But in a modern world she’s subjected to modern schooling, and in that she’d fallen in love with the foundations that had exiled her young mother all those years ago. She’d found interests in chemistry, enlightenment in biology and ecology, and as she tasted the world above ground, the one below had begun to sour.

It was common knowledge that women around her weren’t the same, she had stark black hair in a sea of red-heads and blondes, and soon itched to know more about what life had been before she’d become their master. Rifling through her mother’s old things she’d come across the book that would become the salvation of her own. Bound in black leather and weathered pieces of amethyst, the pages worn and well loved, generations of spells and potions littering it’s pages. But the book had brought on other things, a memoir of her mother sprinkled into the margins:

‘I wanted to name her Mishil but they won’t let me’

‘I think they’re going to take her from me,’

‘When will I get away from here?’

‘They’re going to kill me’

The ones who had been her family all along, were nothing more than women on a path conjured up in their own minds. But what was she to do now? She’d just reached the age her mother was when she’d found them, only ever knowing the prospects of being their deity, their chosen child, their….salvation.

With a wave of her hand, the stone door echoed open, just enough for her slender form to slink through, the last of her mothers existence in her arms and a backpack slung over her shoulders. Stepping into the world above ground, she was alone now, wandering to a place she’d never known, though it called her all the way from the east sea, awaiting her return. 

It felt like an eternity had passed when she’d finally walked past signs riddled with Hangul, she’d finally found the home where she’d actually belonged, but now that she had, what would become of her? She was alone now, completely and utterly, clutching nervously to the money in her hand at the currency exchange, freshly twenty-one, and in hopeless solidarity. Held up in group housing and hostels until she could stomach low income housing, Valkyrie was to make an entire life from absolutely nothing. Where was she supposed to go? In what direction was she supposed to float without guidance. 

The young witch had chosen school, finding out quickly that in this new world there is not much to make of yourself outside of a document, stamped with the country's seal. She’d dove into the very curriculum that she felt led to her own ultimate salvation.

Before long she’d found a stable job at a bar, as graduation lingered in the distance and everything she’d ever worked for slowly came to fruition. It had been a slow night when the embodiment of lustrous evil strutted through the doors, the gentle click of heels along the tile floor of the bar, settling on the stool in front of her. She was an unnatural kind of beauty, that fogged into the establishment under a black mist. It made Valkyrie feel sick to her stomach, and yet she was the first to approach...it. What else could she call her? There was nothing normal or natural about the feeling of dread the woman had brought with her, and yet she was drawn to her in a way that made her knees weak, subordination, a feeling she’d never felt before.

Their voices went from covering the sound of a locking door, talking until the establishment closed, to breathless moans and hopeless whispers conjured inside of a bed as big as the one she’d remembered was back in Castle Combe. Her devotion came from the feeling of loneliness, slowly dissipating from her shoulders, no longer riddled with the guilt of leaving because of it. And as final exams turned into residencies and internships, she found herself granting the being with other means of satisfaction. 

It had begun with just the occasional chemical slipped into her bag, one or two vials of something up her sleeves, but as her permanency at Asan began, it was opening the doors of the mortuary, faking documents and getting rid of bodies. A terrible obsession that was bound together by her touch on Valkyrie’s skin, and the satisfaction in her smile when she’d done everything she could for her. 

Obsession, is what you’d call it, the witch riding herself off the crowned deity her coven had given  her and passing the title on to the being that had consumed her life with blackness. She’d do anything for her, anything…

“I’m not going to kill you,” she said sweetly, almost appalled that the woman  groveling at her feet would accuse her of such a terrible endeavor. Valkyrie’s chest shook in relief only for the air her lungs consumed to be knocked from them in one swift motion. The woman’s shoulders sagged in relief, but only for a moment,

“She is,” both gazes burned into the witch’s skin, her own violet eyes scanning her goddesses face, who was she to deny her?

Her hand raised, palm facing the woman that begged for her life, only for black pustules to bubble along her skin, the sound of it sizzling as it melted away in front of them both. Matching veins spidered up her neck and along her jaws, taking up the white space of her eyes as blood sputtered out of her mouth. Crimson liquid dripped from her cornea’s before finally spraying over Valkyrie’s and the being’s faces, dark roses blooming in her chest at the satisfied smile she’d come to love. Anything…anything for her.

It was then she was offered a seat at her table, and at her side for added measure, granted the bowing subordinates she’d grown used to as a child. She is alone no longer, trudging through the toxic black, obsession that her new master had created.

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

Cat-like eyes rolled at the officers before her. How dare they think she’d turn on her so quickly, throw away the only real family she had ever known.

“Look we have her on cctv footage rolling a black bag out of the back of the hospital. So you can just give her up.”

Valkyrie could almost laugh at their bluff, it was her on the camera footage, the bag filled to the brim with dismembered limbs and chemicals, for her leader yes, but she knows well that they were doing whatever they could to turn on her.

“I told you guys, I haven’t seen her since last week,” a lie, she’d been in her bed just the night before, readying herself for her shift in Mistress’ bathroom earlier that morning. 

“If you just tell us she was surely involved, we’ll even put it in as anonymous tip, she wont come after you, but we can’t take her down without her help.” 

The witch only looked at them with pity, shrugging her shoulders and then shaking her head, “I don’t need an anonymous tip put in, because I don’t know anything, she wouldn’t have been in the hospital without coming to see me, so I’m absolutely sure it wasn’t her,” The officer sighed, sitting back in his chair before opening up the manila folder in front of him. He tapped the edges of the photos onto the metal surface of the table before dealing them out in front of her like a skilled Blackjack broker. They were faces she’d recognized, faces she’d seen the life drain from, faces she’d sucked the souls from at her command.

But she didn’t flinch in the way they though she would, only sitting up off the matching steel chair, “Kim Minhyuk,” she said, tapping a pointed black nail onto the picture furthest to the left, “Park Hoyeon, Rodolfo Cruz, Noah Monsario, Do Inguk.” The officers faces lit up in astonishment, the belief they would be getting a confession so easily floating about their minds.

“All died of a blood poisoning disease after working in the Gae-won factory in Daegu. They were subjected to terrible work environments and were made to use chemicals that were able to be absorbed into the skin and then the blood stream because of the lack of proper equipment. I would know since I testified in court for the multi-million dollar wrongful death suit.” These were all lies, but the looks on the officers faces and the way their bodies deflated in defeat were enough for her to cross her arms over her chest in triumph.

“I have thier entire files, tests and results in my office...and so does my superior.” She added, covering her Mistress’ tracks so easily. Valkyrie fought the smirk that twitched at the corner of her pretty lips.

“We-we’re going to need a copy of those reports to compare your story.”

“I’ll have them faxed over in the morning.” 

Checkmate.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: fingertips dancing atop soft skin, whispered sweet nothings, and red lipstick kisses. With a slight resemblance to HAN SO-HEE of/the ACTRESS/MODEL.

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Last Name, First Name: yoo hyunmi Alias: honey, madame Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): earth Age:28 Date of Birth: 24 / dec /93 Gender: cisgendered woman Preferred Pronouns: she / her Species: enchanted doll Occupation: the ivory lotus, madam Sexual Orientation: pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: milky Eye color: light amber Scars: 4-inch scar across the top of her left breast and a 1-inch scar on her upper right thigh. Piercings: venom tongue piercing and ear piercings. Tattoos: lotus located on sternum and honeycomb (maker’s mark) located on inner left elbow. Hair color: sometimes raven, sometimes orange-red Abnormalities: n/a Horns/ wings/ etc: n/a Transformed form: n/a

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: atheist

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: korean, english, mandarin ( fluent ), japanese ( conversational )

SECRETS: she’s still unsure of who her maker is, but she believe it might have been her (ex)boyfriend. she also sends money anonymously to her mother every month to make up for her absence.

SAVVIES: writing, reading, painting, sculpting

Powers & Abilities: the ability to not feel pain, the power to make anyone believe anything through direct eye contact, manipulation of inanimate objects through energy strings (like puppetry), voodoo, dark arts, ageless, immortal beauty.

Traits: protective, vindictive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 24 / dec / 93.

Date of Death: 04/ jun /11

Crime Record: arrested for breaking and entering and assault and battery, but charges were dropped.

Background/Biography:

tw: brief mentions of bullying, violence, and (accidental) death.

born to a mother who loved her and a father who didn’t, life was never easy for young hyunmi ------ society has always been rough on single parents. at seven, she experiences her first bully, but her mom is the only one who believes her. her bully has two parents fighting for her, which means she must be telling the truth. right? right.

“this is what happens when kids don’t have fathers to teach them how to behave.”

she wants to scream; to lash out at those throwing stones at her and her mother. why do they always have to be blamed for the actions of a dead beat? why does no one look at her mother and acknowledge the difficulty of parenthood and tell her she’s done a good job? after all, hyunmi’s always been a model student, a model daughter, a model citizen. at twelve, she experiences her second bully, but no one believes her; even with the physical evidence that litters her body. this time, her mother decides to move the small family. the story her mother weaves is one of promises and hope, but hyunmi’s never been dumb ------ she knows her mother is doing this for her. or trying to, anyway.

her mother also decides to enroll the newly teenage girl into self-defense classes. she allows her daughter to try out different styles: hapkido, boxing, taekwondo, judo, etc. it doesn’t take long for the young girl to realise she enjoys them all and when her mother begins working as a nurse in the city’s largest hospital, hyunmi dedicates all her free time to training while still maintaining top marks in school. for her mother’s sake, she knows it’s still important to be a model student, a model daughter, a model citizen.

at fifteen, she experiences her third bully. this time, however, hyunmi doesn’t bother telling anyone; she bites her tongue and bears the weight of each jab. thanks to some of her training, fists no longer feel like boulders, especially when thrown by girls with low self-esteem. she’s still a loner, but, for once, the girl walks the halls light as a feather with her head held up. she’s living life on easy street (when compared to her life before) .. until she catches the attention of the school’s prince. every high school has one, just as every high school has a popular girl vying for the prince’s attention and claiming him for her own; whether the prince agrees or not.

at seventeen, she gives in. he’s chased her this long, that means he’s serious, right? hopefully. one date turns to two, two turns to three, and three turns to a relationship. she’s unsurprised when things begin to escalate with the mean girls, but she continues to bite her tongue and bear it. every trainer she’s had has explained the importance of discipline and that the methods learned were for worst case scenarios only, but she’s no longer fighting alone. with one word from her boyfriend, things cease immediately. hyunmi is thankful, sure, but the sudden silence is eerie. after a few quiet months, however, she stops looking over her shoulder.

at eighteen, she’s studying for entrance exams with the goal of getting into the same university as her beau. things work in her favor, of course. the only thing that’s ever gone right in hyunmi’s life are her studies. before long, they’re graduating and beginning university. much to her surprise, university life is vastly different than her secondary life; she makes great friends with her roommate, her relationship is thriving, her grades are even better than they were before, she’s moving up in her training, and her mother has found a relationship of her own.

when summer vacation begins, she parts ways with her boyfriend and roommate as they travel with family. though her scholarships hold her over well, she attends her university’s summer session and works a part-time job in the evenings due to her class schedule just to keep herself busy. it’s at her part-time job where she has her fateful run-in with her old bullies and their new boy toys. at first, they act as though they don’t recognise her and hyunmi believes that maybe, just maybe, they’ve moved on, but when she realises she’s being followed on her way back home.

waiting until the time is right, she breaks into a sprint, dodging and weaving through those littering the midnight streets and with her dorm building in sight and no one behind her, the woman believes she’s successful in evading them ------ at least, until things go black.

>> fast forward >>

when she begins to come to, the first thing she notices is the awful ache. it’s bone deep and she doesn’t think she’ll ever be rid of it. the next thing she notices is the unfamiliar surroundings. her eyes widen and she silently begs her limbs to listen, but they scream in protest before she hears the gentle hushing coming from the darkness.

“it’s okay,” they whisper, “you’re safe.”

her mind disagrees, but her body mellows as the words wash over her like warm water. “what happened?” the question comes out in a broken rasp, as if her vocal cords haven’t been used in months.

“they hurt you.” the sudden change in their tone sends a shiver down her back. “but don’t worry, i saved you; i’m still saving you.”

she opens her mouth to respond again, but darkness calls once more. “just rest,” she hears them say, “you’ll be fine soon.”

>> fast forward >>

“what happened to me? .. was it .. them? did they do this to me?” when the fading finally stops, she ponders to the darkness. they must still be there, right?

there’s a long silence before they respond, “they said it was an accident; that they only wanted to scare you, but i don’t believe them. i’ve seen the way they used to treat you. they wanted you to die that night, but i couldn’t let that happen; i refused.”

die. the word settles like a rock in her stomach, souring her tongue. her mouth opens to speak, then closes and opens again, then closes.

“i know this must be difficult to process, so i’ll leave you to process, but i’ll be back soon. there’s much we must go over.”

>> fast forward >>

three years go by and much has changed for the young woman. the one she (eventually) learned to call her maker had relocated them, forcing her to leave her old life and those important to her behind. her world had widened, the new knowledge of the various species that have walked the world with her took some getting used to, but at least she was allowed to live a --- somewhat --- normal life. back in university, hyunmi continued her studies.

at twenty-one, she receives her degrees from both of her majors: creative writing and chinese literature & culture. this is also the first time she begins to learn more about her maker; having never seen their face or heard their voice, they’ve always been a mysterious figure to hyunmi. for a few months, she wondered if they were nothing more than a figment of her fractured mind. her maker slips up, however, revealing a small piece of themselves when they believed her to be sleeping. is it true? is that why they’ve always seemed so familiar?

there’s no way of knowing and hyunmi didn’t trust herself to stick around and find out; since being made over, certain emotions were beginning to be more difficult to control. seeing nothing but red at the prospect of her thoughts being correct, she gets in contact with her most recent college roommate: a woman of the ivory lotus. maybe they’ll make a home for her and a good home they were.

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

blood red lips curl upward, painting her delicate features with a playful grin. the thigh-high slit in her satin black dress makes it easy for the woman to cross her legs and her body hums with silent approval as hyunmi notices the heavy bob of the officer’s adam’s apple. “i’m not entirely sure what night you’re referring to, officer .. could you be more specific?” she purrs, the lie trickling from her mouth with ease. of course she knows what they’re referring to. after all, she made sure everyone knew she was the assailant ------ since the night she left her maker, an eye for an eye has been the madame’s motto; she didn’t care if it left the whole world blind. no one, and i mean no one, fucks with me, my ladies, or my charges.

she’s pulled from her thoughts at the sound of a folder opening and photos shuffling. one by one, the officer provides her with photographic proof of the night in question, “are you still going to play dumb, ms. yoo?” the officer inquires after he laces his fingers atop the table in front of him. it’s almost comical, she thinks, the way he sits smugly as though he’s capable of winning; she has to fight to swallow her laugh. taking one last look over the photographs, admiring her handy work, hyunmi takes a breath before leaning across the table. it takes no time for her to shorten the distance between the two and she uses her body to cover the photos and bring his attention back to her. the moment their eyes meet, she begins.

it’s not often the doll uses her powers; not this one, at least. however, there are moments ------ such as these ------ where it comes in handy. “as i said before, officer, i have no idea what you’re talking about. i’m not responsible for everything you believe i did and these photos don’t exist.” another smirk graces her visage. despite what some may believe, hyunmi’s never been a dumb one (using her body just requires less effort), “if you call those victims of yours, they’ll be more than willing to corroborate my story; a case of mistaken identity is all this is and i think you’ve wasted enough of my time and yours.” without breaking eye contact, she gathers the photos from the table and tucks them beneath her arm; they’ll make a nice addition to her collection. “i can’t believe you lost these photos. i hope you’ll be more diligent in the future ------ have a good night, officer. come see me when you feel like blowing off some steam .. i’m sure i’ve got a charge who’ll be more than willing to help you relax.”

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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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create the file: 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 HE REMINDS THEM OF: minimalist, art, and ethereal . With a slight resemblance to PARK JIMIN of/the BTS.

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Last Name, First Name: Chun Seul-ki ALIAS: New Kid Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): South Korean Age: 25 but appears younger Date of Birth: 23rd February 1995, Thursday. Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: Species: Half-merfolk, half-human Occupation: The Ivy Lotus; prostitute [ espionage ] Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Similar to aqua turquoise when in water, light-skinned in his full human form Eye color: Opal irises Scars: Minor scars from playing outside when he was growing up Piercings: Ears Tattoos: None. Hair color: Black but becomes lighter when in water. Abnormalities: Many in his hometown took him and his appearance as odd; he was considered as a bad omen so he never showed his merfolk form to anybody... Horns/ wings/ etc: Tail of a fish Transformed form: Merfolk in water

PERSONAL FILE:

Powers & Abilities: Merfolk physiology, Hydrokinesis, Telepathy

Traits: Loyal, Distrustful

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 23rd February 1995, Thursday.

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: A serious stalking/assault accusation back in Jeju which was unfounded. The case was dropped after Seulki’s father settled with the family of the girl Seulki was seeing at the time. There was no truth in the allegations, just parents intensely and negatively opposing the relationship between their daughter and Seulki.

Background/Biography:

Then young fisherman, Chun Minsuk met a mermaid named Yeseul about 27 years ago while out fishing one night during a storm. The meeting was unexpected, both mysterious and chaotic, nevertheless, exciting that encouraged Minsuk to return to the sea in search of the mermaid a few days after. Throughout their secret meetings, a bond of friendship began to form and soon, Yeseul trusted Minsuk enough to venture away from the safety of her home...

The relationship eventually developed into something deeper and soon, both Minsuk and Yeseul found themselves weakened, promising each other the earth and the skies, professing they couldn’t live without the other. They story didn’t last although as Yeseul’s clan objected their daughter’s relationship with a human. They used their power to separate Yeseul from Minsuk meanwhile not being aware that the couple’s relationship soon created a life that was born to be Seul-ki.

One day Yeseul was in Minsuk’s life and the next, she was gone only to re-appear once again for a brief moment, with a child in her arms. Seul-ki was in danger according to Yeseul. Her family and people would not accept the young child who was half-human and the safest place for Seul-ki to be was with his father, Minsuk. Or so they thought...

Seul-ki was very close to his father who loved him unconditionally despite the villagers different way of looking at the half-breed. As he grew older, Seul-ki became undeniably attractive and a lot of islanders both young and old, male and female, fell for him. It caused trouble, emotionally and psychologically at first until one day, Seul-ki came home disheveled, escaping a near assault and threat to his life. Minsuk blamed himself for what was happening to his son; it was a curse he said, a punishment from the gods for defying the rule of nature when a man like himself laid down with an ancient being of the other world...

It was hard for Seul-ki to witness his father going through what he himself cannot explain. People only wanted him for his appearance; they wanted to own him, use him, but not a soul ever really got to know him. His bewitching effect on people was seen by the islanders as something of a bad luck but he endured as long as he had his father on his side. When his father began to loose their business as well as their life savings to protect him whenever he got in ‘trouble’, Seul-ki decided that no amount of love could make it fair for his old man. He then decided to leave, planting a seed of resentment against the people, humans, that outcast him.

Seul-ki ended up in Seoul where he found things to be harder especially without his father’s support. Many times he found himself in tight situations but managed to escape them. The last trouble he got himself into wasn’t like any other and this is how he was introduced to the Ivory Lotus gang who immediately saw his power and potential and most importantly, his weakness, which they used against him, luring him to work for the group as a spy...

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

Seulki knew it all too well, the glances cast towards him by the officer in charged of questioning him... When he was much younger, such attention would’ve caused him to be flustered, even afraid. His experience working at The Ivy Lotus taught him many things about himself... His truth, his capabilities, what he can and cannot do. Most importantly, he discovered what he can make people do.

“Again, officer?” He nonchalantly slacked against the back of the hard chair he’s been sitting on for the last hour, a faint smile teased his lips, hands clasp over a knee, one leg crossed over the other. “Are you gonna write my account this time or are you just gonna keep staring?” His head slightly tilted to the side, eyes turned to slits as he kept them on his target.

There was a moment of silence as if he’d pronounced something unspeakable out to the universe before a loud clearing of the throat shattered the curse. Seul-ki then watched the officer adjust in his seat, an obvious discomfort grew between the other’s legs and he began to wonder, where did the dead Ivy Lotus client rest inside the questioner’s head? The bloody scene in the room next door must be etched in the officer’s memory but instead, the man’s thoughts were filled with carnal visions that involved him and what sort of things the man in uniform wanted to do to him... The ideas in the officer’s head should’ve raised an alarm in Seul-ki, but the half-breed saw it as an opportunity to wiggle out of the trouble. At least for the time being...

“I got out of the shower,” Seulki once again began his version of the events, his recount was slower this time, adding details unnecessary to the investigation but would be helpful to him - and the gang - in diverting attention. “You know? Hot night...” The robe he still wore from hours ago after his shower was purposely left to slip down one shoulder, exposing skin. There wasn’t much effort put into his work after that; the officer walked out of the room vey much aroused and confused, releasing Seul-ki from the questioning allowing him to do actual work, focusing on the urgent matter: who is the culprit?

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WITNESS(ES) SAY SHE REMINDS THEM OF: the smell of coffee in the morning, flowers climbing up the wall of an italian villa, a shadow in the corner of your eye. With a slight resemblance to PARK CHAEYOUNG (ROSE) of/the BLACKPINK.

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Last Name, First Name:  Guiliani-So Bong, Lilith ALIAS: SAIKA Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Divine/Earth/Celestial Age: 24 Date of Birth: September 26th, 1997 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: she/her Species: Mixed-Blood (Child of the Realm/Remnant of Asteri) Occupation: Ivory Lotus Medical Personnel/Chemist / Professor of Forensic Chemistry and Biology Sexual Orientation: Bisexual // Feminine lean

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Skin Color: Pale-ish Eye color: Amethyst with white specs Scars: Scar on lip from it being busted Piercings: a few on her ears Tattoos: Sparse space themed tattoos in various parts of her body Hair color: White Abnormalities: White lashes, eyebrows and her eyes look like jewels due to heritage, mid(right ear) to severe hearing (left ear) loss (wears coclear) Horns/ wings/ etc: Black Wings that look like they’re made of dark matter Transformed form: Her eyes glow fully white, her palms and feet begin to glow and shadow wings sprout from her back, a crescent moon forms on her forehead and cracks of white light form throughout her skin as if she was a divine marbled statue.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:   SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean (fluent), Italian (fluent), French (fluent), Mandarin (fluent), English (fluent), ASL, ISL, KSL (all fluent) SECRETS: There are two sides of her to see, SAVVIES: Chemistry, Violin, Piano Powers & Abilities: Alien Physiology, Alien Magic, Mana Manipulation, Technomagic, Angelic-Force Manipulation, Healing, Telepathy, Enhanced Inventing, Gemstone Manipulation and Extraterrestrial Energy,  Telekinesis, Dark Divinity, Mythic Magic, Divine Manipulation, Darkness Manipulation, Lunar Magic, Demon/Dark Psionics.   Traits: Fearless, Vengeful

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: September 26th, 1997

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

Crime Record: Clean...her involvement in the disposing of her father’s killers is unknown.

Background/Biography:

How does a man have a child with just a shadow in the night? A personification of a deity that exists in torment and darkness, a budding romance with something that only is perceived as intangible in history, a goddess even the most powerful of gods feared. Jae-hyun So-Bong could answer that question for you if he was still living. He could tell you how he fell in love with a woman who seemed to only exist in his dreams. How she gave him the most beautiful child whom he worshiped even after decades into their relationship, a regular chaebol, chosen by the goddess of the night to raise one of her many many children.

But even after years of love, and happiness, she could no longer stay, their love only able to be seen through two way mirrors made by their own powers and illusion, how they only lay together once, and Lilith was born. So-Bong held his daughter on a pedestal, treated her like a princess as she was the visual representation of how her mother appeared to him. He would whisper gently into her ear at bed time as the tike dosed that she was the splitting image of her, and maybe that was Nyx’s idea, purposely give him herself in child form, to allow him a different type of love, that would be eternal.

He’d introduced her to classical music, a staple in his family. Teaching her the delicacies of symphonies and the intricate shapes that it creates. She’d been drawn to the violin and the cello, growing fond of the pinching of strings and the vibration of beautiful sound through her jaw or the rumblings against her knees. The striping of bows in the day and dancing on the tips of her toes in the night. Trophies, ribbons, invites and alculades to a the elite prodigy, her abnormal, glowing white features, reddened cheeks ghosted with pearl lashes.

Jaehyun So-Bong couldn’t be a single father forever, and a chance encounter on a business trip in Italy united him with a princess of the name Isotta Guilianni, and again he fell hard for a beauty he just simply couldn’t understand.

Lilith was uprooted from her Korean home, Penthouses in the city were abandoned for palace like villas in the Italian country side, riding in Jag’s were substituted for horse back riding and carriage drawing. Vintage cars and paved walk-ways, any little girls dream.

But Isotta’s dark side tended to rear it’s ugly head in the presence of her step-daughter, she seemed dark, shifty and shady and any animosity was poured into Lilith’s looks, posture or behavior. She was to sit up straight always, wear certain things, talk to certain people. Her private schools filled with blonde hair and blue eyes, or chocolate manes and beautifully tanned skin, none comparing to her all white hair and features, and Amethyst eyes.

Guilianni’s shiftiness came to a head, her involvement with the Italian Mafia and their tie to the undergrounds all around the world, had led to her, and unfortunately So-Bong’s downfall. On a quiet night, instead of the top-of-the line alarm system hadn’t sounded, yet screams could be heard all over the villa. Lilith was dragged from her bed by her hair at just fifteen to be tied to a chair in their living room, her father and step-mother following.

They forced them to watch, Lilith looking her father in the eye, a daughter so attached to her patriarch that she pitied him, even as they violated her in front of him, taking turns with her body, and though pain was consuming her, it hurt more to see his heat breaking in front of her eyes. And just as she thought the torment was over, shots rang out in front of her limp form, So-Bong, and Guilianni, had been executed.

The ringing of the gun seemed to never stop, blood still sloshed between her ears from the beatings. She couldn’t hear the sirens, or hear the paramedics speaking to her, just a muffled garb overpowered by the sharp bell. Lilith could barely hear the doctor as he explained how to attach and detach her coclear. How he played up learning sign, and how he didn’t mention she’d have to fall in love with music all over again. The bow of her instruments hot on her skin, burning in the scars and images of the man who brought this such joy into her life.

The demi-god moved onto something much more concrete than her albinic look and the computer generated reconstruction of sound. Throwing her self into her studies and delving head first into STEM. The sciences kept her engaged, from the stars to the mixing of compound substances and in between with forensics. A master in her craft again, this didn’t require hearing, just the brain power she was blessed with sending her leaps and bounds past her peers.

Night terrors plagued her silent nights, the dark much more...inviting yet still. But as her mother’s blood ran through her veins Lilith sought vengeance, not pity. She’d withdrawn herself from the one thing that remained school, gathering all the money in the villa she could find to track those bastards not only all over the country, but the world. Her advanced intellect and observing Isotta during her parents marriage was easy to pick up, one by one she picked them off, months of calculating, planning. Fake passports, fake names, fake stories. A tourist, a student, a business woman, she found each monster, forcing them to look her in the eye with the barrel of a gun between theirs. But it was the last demon that she craved the end of, the one that not only liked little girls like herself, but children in general. He had to suffer. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of an execution.  A pig, dripping with sweat and the stench of lust in the air, she’d cocked the gun while he was on his knees. She recreated her torture, the beatings, the stomping, and vanquished his sodemy with dismemberment. She’d locked pitiful eyes with her father that day, she did the same with him, this time eyes glowing with rage and dark wings sprouting from her back as she pulled the trigger.

With no one else, and no where else, she used the remainder of her money to continue her studies, opting to rent a suite at the top of the Ivore La Tour with the boy she rescued in tow. She continued to raise him from there, only falling into the lap of the Ivory Lotus when unknown intel brought her name across the Mistress’ desk for getting rid of Mr. Pig man. She’d offered her a job, but Lilith couldn’t bring herself to be a killer for hire, but she knew sooner or later a target would be on her back, much too young to die, she took a job in another...section of the gang, in exchange for their protection, in hopes she’d never have to turn into her mother again. She couldn’t bring herself to kill again, but the satisfaction she received from watching the light go out of their eyes erupted a darkness that indeed rivaled Nyx.

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

The demi-god crossed a leg over the other, trying to keep her demeanor calm and collected. She sat as if she was still just a teen, books stacked on her head for posture, but her gaze was lazy, sleep hadn’t gotten away from her and this long away from the in-between doing these interviews was already taking a toll.

She gave them a poised smile, tucking a white strand behind her ear. “There isn’t much to tell you,” she gave, half-honestly.

“Then what were you doing at the Ivore La Tour then?”

“I live there, like I told you yesterday, and they day before that, and the day before that.” Lilith played the role well, over worked, professor trying to come off as an innocent single, business woman.

“So you want us to believe, a major chemist like you, living in a hotel we know is run by one of the biggest gangs in the city had nothing to do with the poisonings during that meeting.” The officer was growing agitated but not once did she falter.

“Absolutely, I went to work, I came home, graded papers, I had dinner and we went to bed.” She repeated.

“Right Ms. So-Bong, and no one else can vouch for where you were at 10:45pm.”

Lilith only nodded tilting her head, eyes beginning to glow, they’d had gotten too close, trying to take away the satisfaction of watching the ‘prestigious’ men writhe on the floor as she quietly shipped her coffee, only to quietly slip back into her apartment, wanting to see how the assassin’s dealt her deck up close. “Is there anything else? I have to teach Manga Cum Laude graduates how to properly dispose of uridium.”

“Absolutely...we’ll be in touch Ms. So-Bong, and we’ll make sure to take a look at that lab of yours.”

The alien, mixed-blood stopped in her tracks at the door, heels clicking violently. “If you’re coming near my lab officer, you better be damn sure you have a warrant.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: minimalist, art, etherea . With a slight resemblance to PARK JIMIN of/the BTS.

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Last Name, First Name: Chun Seul-ki ALIAS: New Kid Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): South Korean Age: 25 but appears younger Date of Birth: 23rd February 1995, Thursday. Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: Species: Half-merfolk, half-human Occupation: The Ivy Lotus; prostitute [ espionage ] Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Similar to aqua turquoise when in water, light-skinned in his full human form Eye color: Opal irises Scars: Minor scars from playing outside when he was growing up Piercings: Ears Tattoos: None. Hair color: Black but becomes lighter when in water. Abnormalities: Many in his hometown took him and his appearance as odd; he was considered as a bad omen so he never showed his merfolk form to anybody... Horns/ wings/ etc: Tail of a fish Transformed form: Merfolk in water

PERSONAL FILE:

Powers & Abilities: Merfolk physiology, Hydrokinesis, Telepathy Traits: Loyal, Distrustful Aesthetics: (list three)

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 23rd February 1995, Thursday.

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: A serious stalking/assault accusation back in Jeju which was unfounded. The case was dropped after Seulki’s father settled with the family of the girl Seulki was seeing at the time. There was no truth in the allegations, just parents intensely and negatively opposing the relationship between their daughter and Seulki.

Background/Biography:

Then young fisherman, Chun Minsuk met a mermaid named Yeseul about 27 years ago while out fishing one night during a storm. The meeting was unexpected, both mysterious and chaotic, nevertheless, exciting that encouraged Minsuk to return to the sea in search of the mermaid a few days after. Throughout their secret meetings, a bond of friendship began to form and soon, Yeseul trusted Minsuk enough to venture away from the safety of her home...

The relationship eventually developed into something deeper and soon, both Minsuk and Yeseul found themselves weakened, promising each other the earth and the skies, professing they couldn’t live without the other. They story didn’t last although as Yeseul’s clan objected their daughter’s relationship with a human. They used their power to separate Yeseul from Minsuk meanwhile not being aware that the couple’s relationship soon created a life that was born to be Seul-ki.

One day Yeseul was in Minsuk’s life and the next, she was gone only to re-appear once again for a brief moment, with a child in her arms. Seul-ki was in danger according to Yeseul. Her family and people would not accept the young child who was half-human and the safest place for Seul-ki to be was with his father, Minsuk. Or so they thought...

Seul-ki was very close to his father who loved him unconditionally despite the villagers different way of looking at the half-breed. As he grew older, Seul-ki became undeniably attractive and a lot of islanders both young and old, male and female, fell for him. It caused trouble, emotionally and psychologically at first until one day, Seul-ki came home disheveled, escaping a near assault and threat to his life. Minsuk blamed himself for what was happening to his son; it was a curse he said, a punishment from the gods for defying the rule of nature when a man like himself laid down with an ancient being of the other world...

It was hard for Seul-ki to witness his father going through what he himself cannot explain. People only wanted him for his appearance; they wanted to own him, use him, but not a soul ever really got to know him. His bewitching effect on people was seen by the islanders as something of a bad luck but he endured as long as he had his father on his side. When his father began to loose their business as well as their life savings to protect him whenever he got in ‘trouble’, Seul-ki decided that no amount of love could make it fair for his old man. He then decided to leave, planting a seed of resentment against the people, humans, that outcast him.

Seul-ki ended up in Seoul where he found things to be harder especially without his father’s support. Many times he found himself in tight situations but managed to escape them. The last trouble he got himself into wasn’t like any other and this is how he was introduced to the Ivory Lotus gang who immediately saw his power and potential and most importantly, his weakness, which they used against him, luring him to work for the group as a spy...

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

Seulki knew it all too well, the glances cast towards him by the officer in charged of questioning him... When he was much younger, such attention would’ve caused him to be flustered, even afraid. His experience working at The Ivy Lotus taught him many things about himself... His truth, his capabilities, what he can and cannot do. Most importantly, he discovered what he can make people do.

“Again, officer?” He nonchalantly slacked against the back of the hard chair he’s been sitting on for the last hour, a faint smile teased his lips, hands clasp over a knee, one leg crossed over the other. “Are you gonna write my account this time or are you just gonna keep staring?” His head slightly tilted to the side, eyes turned to slits as he kept them on his target.

There was a moment of silence as if he’d pronounced something unspeakable out to the universe before a loud clearing of the throat shattered the curse. Seul-ki then watched the officer adjust in his seat, an obvious discomfort grew between the other’s legs and he began to wonder, where did the dead Ivy Lotus client rest inside the questioner’s head? The bloody scene in the room next door must be etched in the officer’s memory but instead, the man’s thoughts were filled with carnal visions that involved him and what sort of things the man in uniform wanted to do to him... The ideas in the officer’s head should’ve raised an alarm in Seul-ki, but the half-breed saw it as an opportunity to wiggle out of the trouble. At least for the time being...

“I got out of the shower,” Seulki once again began his version of the events, his recount was slower this time, adding details unnecessary to the investigation but would be helpful to him - and the gang - in diverting attention. “You know? Hot night...” The robe he still wore from hours ago after his shower was purposely left to slip down one shoulder, exposing skin. There wasn’t much effort put into his work after that; the officer walked out of the room vey much aroused and confused, releasing Seul-ki from the questioning allowing him to do actual work, focusing on the urgent matter: who is the culprit?

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the feeling of walking through a bare and silent forest full of fog, the shadow of a black cat casted along your window, the gentle shwit of a tarot card pulling. With a slight resemblance to KANG SEULGI of/the RED VELVET.

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Last Name, First Name: Valkyrie So-bong Alias: Circe, Mishil Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Earth, English-Korean Age: 27 Date of Birth: 10-28-1994 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Species: Witch Occupation: Chemical Pathologist at Asan Medical Center, Mother & Chemist of the Ivory Lotus Sexual Orientation: Unlabled

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: tan-ish Eye color:  heather purple with slight gold around the iris Scars:  a weathered scar on the meaty part of palm from using her blood in certain potions and spells Piercings:  reference [ x (left). x (right)] Tattoos:  naked ladies dancing around the moon on her bicep , a black cat in hands on her rib cage , little girl holding her head on her upper thigh near her hip, custom design down her spine (w/o the words), various other small tattoos , ivory lotus lotus on her inner middle finger. Hair color: black Abnormalities: eye color technically Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:  if she uses a great amount of her power her eyes mist over the same color as her iris’ and begin to glow, along with the symbol of her coven on her forehead, the ends of her hair began to flicker like purple fire.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: would be pagan but is not sure

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Korean (still not all the way there)

SECRETS: She escaped her coven as they were more of a cult than a coven.

SAVVIES: chemical engineering, cooking, writing, reciting literature

Blood Magic

Curse Magic

Dark Alchemy

Dark Energy Manipulation

Poison Magic

Telekinesis

Spirit Magic (these powers were given to her during the ceremony at her birth)

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 10-28-1994

Date of Death: n/a

Crime Record:

Background/Biography:

tw: blood, gorey-ish descriptions, death, cult like activity, teen pregnancy

The sound of a stone door scraping shut behind her had become a constant mantra in her earliest memory. She’d found herself wrapped in the arms of a family that had placed her on a pedestal much too grand for a child to bear.

Living in exile had become a prominent part of  So-yeon’s life. She’d gone from settled in the nest of her family home, the power of the realm trickling down her matriarchal line and dreaming that one day she’d pass it on to a daughter of her own. But so young she became nothing more than merely a vessel, bred and left to her own devices and finding herself alone in a world where he magic didn’t stand up to the foundations in society that science had began to claim

She’d trekked the long journey to Castle Combe, belly round and swollen, trying to find a place where she’d belonged, solely and utterly herself.

‘She will be our salvation,’ they’d said, fawning over the way power had surged from the young girl's aura. They would take care of her, they’d said, and with nowhere else to go, the echo of the stone door sealed shut behind her. So-yeon had fallen into their routines, basked in their rituals as the pampered the teen for her oncoming child, they told stories of the throne that she’d sit upon and bowed to her as she walked past. Women of all ages washed her feet, and combed her hair, held her belly up for just a bit of relief as time ticked and ticked on.

‘I want to name her Mishil, after my grandmother,’ So-yeon beamed, only for the polite smile on her face to fall at the intense glare that the counsel women had bestowed upon her.

‘Our master has already picked a name for the child,’ they’d said, faces full of an enhanced seriousness, and even though the young girl's face and ears burned with fury she couldn’t bring herself to protest.

They’d held her hand as her daughter readied herself to be born, and just shy of her seventeenth birthday she held a hiccuping child in her arms. But it wasn’t long that she’d be able to clutch to her newborn, the child torn away from her within minutes of her arrival, pulled away still wailing into the chamber, the same echo of stone bouncing off the underground walls. They’d chanted her name, various words and spells trickling into the damp air, the infant lay upon their altar, still crying out for her mother who’d just been behind the door.

The room swirled and surged with power, a black cloud forming over the crying baby’s body crackling with purple lightning and boisterous thunder. As their words grew louder and louder, so did Valkyrie’s cries, each and every coven member bowing to her, their own powers sucked into the cloud that danced angrily above her, hungry for a new vessel. The sigil began to etch itself into her forehead, eyes and mouth glowing with the same purple hue that rippled like lava in the inscription in her skin, and all at once, just as the symphony of sound reached its climax, the cloud swarmed down the infant's throat, power trickling into her veins and leaving the chamber in dark, eerie silence.

So-yeon believed this meant it was time to see the child she waited so long for, but the doors never opened, and instead she was dragged away to meet a fate that she felt she was destined to be granted her entire life.

‘It is you who will rule us, you who will be our salvation,’ they’d told the child, much too young to comprehend let alone listen.

She’d spent her life being treated as royalty, paraded through the village streets, covered in a black veil as their new savior’s beauty could not be seen by just any lowly human. Placed on a pedestal that could only be granted to deities and gods, the moment she’d entered the world. Every member of the coven bowed to her, asked her for advice and forgiveness, begged to die at her hand, and for a while it was all she could go along with. They’d taught her everything she’d known, everything she’d thought she’d ever know. About witchcraft and witchcraft only.

But in a modern world she’s subjected to modern schooling, and in that she’d fallen in love with the foundations that had exiled her young mother all those years ago. She’d found interests in chemistry, enlightenment in biology and ecology, and as she tasted the world above ground, the one below had begun to sour.

It was common knowledge that women around her weren’t the same, she had stark black hair in a sea of red-heads and blondes, and soon itched to know more about what life had been before she’d become their master. Rifling through her mother’s old things she’d come across the book that would become the salvation of her own. Bound in black leather and weathered pieces of amethyst, the pages worn and well loved, generations of spells and potions littering it’s pages. But the book had brought on other things, a memoir of her mother sprinkled into the margins:

‘I wanted to name her Mishil but they won’t let me’

‘I think they’re going to take her from me,’

‘When will I get away from here?’

‘They’re going to kill me’

The ones who had been her family all along, were nothing more than women on a path conjured up in their own minds. But what was she to do now? She’d just reached the age her mother was when she’d found them, only ever knowing the prospects of being their deity, their chosen child, their….salvation.

With a wave of her hand, the stone door echoed open, just enough for her slender form to slink through, the last of her mothers existence in her arms and a backpack slung over her shoulders. Stepping into the world above ground, she was alone now, wandering to a place she’d never known, though it called her all the way from the east sea, awaiting her return.

It felt like an eternity had passed when she’d finally walked past signs riddled with Hangul, she’d finally found the home where she’d actually belonged, but now that she had, what would become of her? She was alone now, completely and utterly, clutching nervously to the money in her hand at the currency exchange, freshly twenty-one, and in hopeless solidarity. Held up in group housing and hostels until she could stomach low income housing, Valkyrie was to make an entire life from absolutely nothing. Where was she supposed to go? In what direction was she supposed to float without guidance.

The young witch had chosen school, finding out quickly that in this new world there is not much to make of yourself outside of a document, stamped with the country's seal. She’d dove into the very curriculum that she felt led to her own ultimate salvation.

Before long she’d found a stable job at a bar, as graduation lingered in the distance and everything she’d ever worked for slowly came to fruition. It had been a slow night when the embodiment of lustrous evil strutted through the doors, the gentle click of heels along the tile floor of the bar, settling on the stool in front of her. She was an unnatural kind of beauty, that fogged into the establishment under a black mist. It made Valkyrie feel sick to her stomach, and yet she was the first to approach...it. What else could she call her? There was nothing normal or natural about the feeling of dread the woman had brought with her, and yet she was drawn to her in a way that made her knees weak, subordination, a feeling she’d never felt before.

Their voices went from covering the sound of a locking door, talking until the establishment closed, to breathless moans and hopeless whispers conjured inside of a bed as big as the one she’d remembered was back in Castle Combe. Her devotion came from the feeling of loneliness, slowly dissipating from her shoulders, no longer riddled with the guilt of leaving because of it. And as final exams turned into residencies and internships, she found herself granting the being with other means of satisfaction.

It had begun with just the occasional chemical slipped into her bag, one or two vials of something up her sleeves, but as her permanency at Asan began, it was opening the doors of the mortuary, faking documents and getting rid of bodies. A terrible obsession that was bound together by her touch on Valkyrie’s skin, and the satisfaction in her smile when she’d done everything she could for her.

Obsession, is what you’d call it, the witch riding herself off the crowned deity her coven had given  her and passing the title on to the being that had consumed her life with blackness. She’d do anything for her, anything…

“I’m not going to kill you,” she said sweetly, almost appalled that the woman  groveling at her feet would accuse her of such a terrible endeavor. Valkyrie’s chest shook in relief only for the air her lungs consumed to be knocked from them in one swift motion. The woman’s shoulders sagged in relief, but only for a moment,

“She is,” both gazes burned into the witch’s skin, her own violet eyes scanning her goddesses face, who was she to deny her?

Her hand raised, palm facing the woman that begged for her life, only for black pustules to bubble along her skin, the sound of it sizzling as it melted away in front of them both. Matching veins spidered up her neck and along her jaws, taking up the white space of her eyes as blood sputtered out of her mouth. Crimson liquid dripped from her cornea’s before finally spraying over Valkyrie’s and the being’s faces, dark roses blooming in her chest at the satisfied smile she’d come to love. Anything…anything for her.

It was then she was offered a seat at her table, and at her side for added measure, granted the bowing subordinates she’d grown used to as a child. She is alone no longer, trudging through the toxic black, obsession that her new master had created.

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

Cat-like eyes rolled at the officers before her. How dare they think she’d turn on her so quickly, throw away the only real family she had ever known.

“Look we have her on cctv footage rolling a black bag out of the back of the hospital. So you can just give her up.”

Valkyrie could almost laugh at their bluff, it was her on the camera footage, the bag filled to the brim with dismembered limbs and chemicals, for her leader yes, but she knows well that they were doing whatever they could to turn on her.

“I told you guys, I haven’t seen her since last week,” a lie, she’d been in her bed just the night before, readying herself for her shift in Mistress’ bathroom earlier that morning.

“If you just tell us she was surely involved, we’ll even put it in as anonymous tip, she wont come after you, but we can’t take her down without her help.”

The witch only looked at them with pity, shrugging her shoulders and then shaking her head, “I don’t need an anonymous tip put in, because I don’t know anything, she wouldn’t have been in the hospital without coming to see me, so I’m absolutely sure it wasn’t her,” The officer sighed, sitting back in his chair before opening up the manila folder in front of him. He tapped the edges of the photos onto the metal surface of the table before dealing them out in front of her like a skilled Blackjack broker. They were faces she’d recognized, faces she’d seen the life drain from, faces she’d sucked the souls from at her command.

But she didn’t flinch in the way they though she would, only sitting up off the matching steel chair, “Kim Minhyuk,” she said, tapping a pointed black nail onto the picture furthest to the left, “Park Hoyeon, Rodolfo Cruz, Noah Monsario, Do Inguk.” The officers faces lit up in astonishment, the belief they would be getting a confession so easily floating about their minds.

“All died of a blood poisoning disease after working in the Gae-won factory in Daegu. They were subjected to terrible work environments and were made to use chemicals that were able to be absorbed into the skin and then the blood stream because of the lack of proper equipment. I would know since I testified in court for the multi-million dollar wrongful death suit.” These were all lies, but the looks on the officers faces and the way their bodies deflated in defeat were enough for her to cross her arms over her chest in triumph.

“I have thier entire files, tests and results in my office...and so does my superior.” She added, covering her Mistress’ tracks so easily. Valkyrie fought the smirk that twitched at the corner of her pretty lips.

“We-we’re going to need a copy of those reports to compare your story.”

“I’ll have them faxed over in the morning.”

Checkmate.

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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 THEY REMIND THEM OF: dappled sunlight sparkling across the tide, sakura petals floating down stream, measuring the distance between stars with outstretched fingers . With a slight resemblance to MINATOZAKI SANA of/the TWICE.

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last name, first name: Hamaguchi Kiyomi alias: Oracle realm of birth: Earth - born in Hiroshima Bay, near Miyajima Island age: 25 date of birth: February 14 gender: Female preferred pronouns: She/her species: Mixed blood: mermaid and witch occupation: Influencer & Model - Ivory Lotus Espionage sexual orientation: Assumed & raised heterosexual

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: Pale with a peachy glow in her cheeks eye color: Warm brown with iridescent opal flecks in her iris scars: A small white star shape carved into her left palm, a faint jagged crescent near her left temple piercings: Left - lobe, conch, helix. Right - double lobe, orbital, industrial tattoos: Her lotus is incredible well hidden under a patch of scales on her left thigh hair color: Medium brown that lightens to caramel in the sun abnormalities: Has a significant patch of scales across her outer thighs and smaller specklings on her calves. Her gills are under her ribs and appear to be small scars at first glance transformed form: Her mermaid form is reminiscent of the koi fish from her homeland, with a showa colouration and long fins like a butterfly koi

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Pagan

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Japanese, Korean

SECRETS:   She’s aware of the giant gaps in her memory and refuses to admit that she’s afraid that her worst nightmares are actually her trying to remember her past

SAVVIES:   She enjoys palm reading and fortune telling, always fascinated by the hands of anyone she meets. Due to her intuition and upbringing, she’s very aware of how she presents herself and how others perceive her, leading her to perform subtle manipulations very easily. .

Powers & Abilities:   Mermaid physiology, precognition, magic detection/sensitivity, extrasensory perception/intuition, minor hydrokinesis (domains are divination and storm manipulation)

Traits:   Curious, possessive, tempestuous, and bubbly

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: February 14

crime record: Clean

Background/Biography:

content warning: physical abuse, cult activity, threats of sexual violence, imprisonment, blood

White sand danced and covered her long discarded geta sandals on the beach as she hopped between tidepools, greeting each creature with a bright smile. The sleeves of her yukata flapped in the sea breeze as her hem became stained with salt and algae. Ocean waves laughed with her, splashing and tickling her skin, beckoning her to draw closer to the water’s edge. Their cool touch soothing the sickly plum bruises along her arms. A voice tight with panic called her name before her mother’s gentle touch guided her away. The sea is a greedy thing, she was told that day, it can give life and pull you away in the same breath.

No longer a child, she woke before the sun to watch the moon fade from the sky. Rubbing at the aches in her knees, rustling in the hall made her pretend to sleep so she overheard the high priest ask if she had bloomed yet. The way his voice curled around the syllables would scare her if her mother hadn’t reached for her hands under the threadbare sheet. Foreheads pressed together, she’s promised a special day together soon with a whisper. They met under their cherry tree on the hill, able to see the entirety of their home as they shared a now cold bowl of porridge. Her mother’s fingers traced along the lines of her palm, teaching her the universe of possibilities held in the cracks of her skin.

Her scalp burned from how harshly the priestess yanked and twisted her locks into the impossibly tight bun that’ll hold her headdress. Despite the tears pricking the edges of her eyes, she remained perfectly still and silent just as she was instructed. The sisters hiss the word honour like an insult as they bind her in suffocating silks. The knots are too tight but she won’t protest, she doesn’t know how to anymore. The high priestess held the mirror of the temple to her, despite her reflection only existing in ripples and tides before, she knew this was wrong. They promised her redemption for her mother if she performed her duties well. With careful steps she approached the dias and kneeled before the high priest. When his fingers tucked under her chin to make her face him her eyes glazed over with moonlight. She didn’t feel her body thrown across the floor, discarded as her unblinking eyes watched crimson stars scream across the sky. Looking to the statue of the goddess in the courtyard, her stone eyes wept before a flash of white hot light severed her head from her shoulders. The palm of her hand burned as she caught a falling star, the warmth crackling through her like lightning before the vision ebbed to black.

Bony arms slipped through the wooden bars of the window, palms up to receive the blessings from the rain. Hardly an hour passed where she wasn’t sucked into a vision, the strain of seeing took its toll on her body while her spirit flared, overflowing with magic bestowed by the storm. All she had to offer was herself, which the kami accepted. The night the moon burned blood red changed everything and yet she cannot remember what happened. Only waking the next morning on the beach, arms coated in dried crimson as the temple raged and crumbled in an inferno behind her. Looking to the sky she was consoled with the gentle touch of ocean spray, a rumble of thunder calling her to the sea.

Carried on the wings of the storm, the current in her heart, she found a new shore that sparkled with neon diamonds under the moonlight. Many cold and hungry nights passed until a violet flame called her to the surface, finding warmth and shelter among the arms of new sisters. The gentle hands coaxed her into blooming into the woman she was meant to be, overflowing with power, confidence, and beauty. She used her sight to help them, honing her craft until the patterns of the city unfolded for her, the visions coalescing into an ever shifting tapestry. One loose thread could make it unravel and it was only a matter of time. So she was sent back into the water, to watch and to wait for an opportunity.

interview question (para sample):

Gathering the tresses of her hair over her shoulder, Kiyomi occupied herself with softly humming, threading her fingers through her caramel locks as the officer across the table grew increasingly exasperated at her lack of attention. Once she was satisfied, her french tipped nails tapped along the edge of the table only to frown as she noticed that her ring finger had a chip in the shimmery polish already. A slam against the table had her warm eyes finally flicking to the officer, careful to paint a mask of pure surprise on her face that quickly welled into tears as pictures were spread in front of her and voices raised.

“Why are you yelling at me?!” She cried out in Japanese, making sure to avoid looking directly at the items on the table. The air was sucked out of the room as the officers all made their own assumptions, questioning if they had even picked up the correct girl. Surely she couldn’t have sweet talked her way into the vip suite if she didn’t even speak Korean. Even if she did, who’s to say if she even understood what was going on. With a hiccuping sniffle, she wiped at her eyes, continuing the vain charade by carefully dabbing around her makeup. As the table was cleared, an officer cleared his throat awkwardly before offering her a tissue and promptly clearing out of the room. She didn’t have to wait long to be let go and waited until she was a few blocks away and around the corner before calling to be picked up, “Oh and unnie, I found the thorn in our side. Even got some pictures of it pricking someone else so it’s about time we sent in a gardener.” She laughed then let out a soft hum, “They did, but nothing some waterproof mascara couldn’t fix. Can we get ice cream tonight?”

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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.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: a glass of red wine with forward notes of black cherry with notes of mocha and vanilla, her signature perfume that’s a base of sandalwood and musk and a heart of peony and violet and a top note of rose centifolia, a freshly made bed with soft blush satin sheets. . With a slight resemblance to PARK JIHYO of/the TWICE.

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Last Name, First Name:  yoo, inhye Alias:  darling. Realm of birth (if earth, nationality):  the heavens Age:  she's forgotten and if asked, she's always changing it. her legal id, however, says twenty four. Date of Birth: N/A (1997) Gender: CisFemale Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Species:  cupid Occupation:   bookkeeper for ivory lotus Sexual Orientation:  bisexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color:  naturally tan with a healthy glow from within Eye color:  a warm amber that reminds some of honey. Scars:  n/a Piercings:  belly button, five on her left ear, seven on her left. Tattoos:  her lotus tattoo is located on her right hip. Hair color:  often changing but currently cherry red. Abnormalities: Horns/ wings/ etc:  cupid wings that are soft and pillowy with the slightest rose tint to them. Transformed form:  

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  she believes in gods, she is a heavenly being afterall. she simply believes they aren’t deserving of worship or dedication.

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  english, korean, japanese.

SECRETS:  inhye regularly tries to seduce members of other gangs for fun and has a little black book full of names.

SAVVIES:  most “home maker” skills, such as cooking, cleaning, organizing, mingling, being the life of the party,.

Powers & Abilities:  cupid physiology, enhanced beauty, love manipulation, love potion creation, desire manipulation, mild madness manipulation, flight.

Traits:  affable, self indulgent

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:  when the heavens were created / physical body 1997

Date of Death:  n/a

Crime Record:  cast out of heaven in 1997 and barred from returning for the crime of using her powers to interfere with the hearts and minds of other heavenly beings. ( stealing the significant other of a divine being )

Background/Biography:

she hasn't always been yoo inhye. in fact, in the grand scheme of things she's only been inhye for a brief moment. flung out from heaven like someone's unwanted trash. some, maybe even most, would be bitter, full of resentment for being cast from god's presence but for inhye it brought her a new sense of hope. her time in heaven had become boring and so much was asked of her and so little of what she wanted or needed was considered. becoming humanlike would give her every opportunity she could ever dream of to finally live for herself.

of course old habits die hard and she couldn't stay away from trouble for too long. when you know as much as inhye and want as much as inhye, life can't be simple. agdoeg is a smaller city than anyone realizes and making yourself valuable makes it a whole lot bigger in terms of what you can get from it. not one to brag, as those who brag rarely are as good as they claim to be, inhye had far too much to offer to simply sit on the sidelines. smart as a whip, easy on the eyes, and a people person that ran a tight and efficient ship, it was easy to see why the ivory lotuses would want her on the inside. a woman made to be a face that was hard to refuse and created endless opportunities.

though it's impossible to control her completely. she likes to get as close to the lines as possible and toe it for as long as she can. whether it's making "friends" with those with more money than sense and questionable ties or toying with hearts just to pass a friday night, inhye rarely chooses to do as she's expected. but don't ever try to say she isn't loyal, she did mar her beautiful skin to show her allegiance to her ladies. though her moral code is shaky at best and hard to decode, when she's given someone her fidelity she means it.

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

perfectly manicured nails rapped against the metal desk, filling the room with sound. anything to replace the ticking of the clock that she did her best to ignore. she had no idea how long it had been since she had been escorted into the room but she was growing restless. the door swung open revealing a sharped dressed man, the lead detective surely, a file tucked under his arm and a coffee in his hand.

"no coffee for me, officer?" she teased, glancing at him from beneath her long lashes. as he sat across from her she adjusted her posture, sitting up straight and giving him her full attention. "ah, no. we need to discuss some things first."

she chuckled, clasping her hands together and resting her chin on them. "fair enough but i told your less handsome friend out there already: i don't know anything. wrong place, wrong time." sighing, the officer set the file on the table between them and opened it. "so you're saying you don't know the deceased? is that your story?" "oh no, i never said that. i know him. very well, actually. i just didn't have anything to do with his murder."

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: dimly lighted kitchen with shelves full of herbs, messy room covered in old spell books, crystals scattered over an altar . With a slight resemblance to CHOI SOOBIN of/the TOMORROW X TOGETHER.

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Last Name, First Name: Jung, Jinki Alias: Jinx Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Earth, South Korean Age: 21 Date of Birth: 12-05-2021 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Species: Witch Occupation: Chemistry Student, Ivory Lotus Drug Manufacturer Specialist Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Fair Hair Color: Black Eye color:  Since he comes from a long lineage of witches, his coven carries witch marks. His mark is his dark lilac eyes. He wears brown contact lenses or uses his Hallucikinesis to disguise them Scars: Piercings:  Standard piercings in both ear lobes Tattoos:  A small lotus on his hip. Again, he covers it with his Hallucikinesis when necessary Hair color: Abnormalities: Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form:

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Fluent in Korean & advanced in English

SECRETS:  He keeps his affiliation with the Ivory Lotus and his magic a secret. While Ivory Lotus members know that he’s a witch, he has not told them (or anyone, for that matter) about his core ability.

SAVVIES:  He’s a passionate chemistry major so he likes to stay late in his department’s lab and work on experiments. Other than that he enjoys gaming.

Powers & Abilities:  Like all witches, he has a natural affinity in divination, healing, spell casting and potion brewing. His core ability is the creation and manipulation of illusions. He can make others smell, taste, see, hear and feel things that aren’t real. The more complex the illusion is and the longer he keeps it up, the weaker he (and thus the illusion) gets. His Hallucikinesis only works within a certain range.

Traits:  (+) hardworking, (-) impulsive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 10-05-2000

Date of Death:

Crime Record:  His official police record is clean. He would rather not think about all the laws he’s breaking in brewing drugs and illegal potions for the Ivory Lotus.

Background/Biography:

(A/N: The mentioned sisterhood/coven is based on and inspired by the Bene Gesserit from Dune)

Raised in an ancient sisterhood of witches, Jinki had been out of place in the coven since his birth. The coven strictly consisted of women and they all practiced the same core magic of mind manipulation (cerebrokinesis). Men had always been denied entry into the community for the sisterhood believed that only a woman could endure and master the process of becoming a Mind Huntress. They feared that a man would abuse such great powers. Jinki had come to learn that their beliefs were quite hypocritical. The coven was involved in genetic experimentations and political interference, after all. Thus, once becoming a part of the coven, its members were not ever allowed to leave, so those who bore male children had to give them up immediately.  

When he was born his mother had begged the Supreme Priestess to let her keep him and give her a chance to teach him the ways of the sisterhood. She had been convinced that her son could master cerebrokinesis. His mother had promised the Supreme to succeed and if she didn’t, she’d get rid of her son. A harsh deal, but the woman had been desperate to not lose her only child. The Supreme Priestess had not been impressed but just this once she had allowed it. If the boy died she had nothing to lose anyway.

Jinki was taught among all the other children by the best of the best witches. He started learning the arts of divination, herbology, charms and potions in his early childhood. When he was still young and carefree, he did not yet notice the lingering stares of the coven members; some unhappy, some wary and some pitying. The more years passed, the more he noticed the distance his community kept towards him, but that prompted him to study even harder and please his coven. He knew what was expected of him, and he tried his best to ignore what went on behind closed doors and not attract any attention.

In his early teenage years he watched his peers attain their cerebrokinesis one after the other while his core ability didn’t budge no matter how hard he tried. The coven grew anxious, but they still let him be. Late bloomers exist, his mother used to insist, though even she knew that the chances were too low now. Jinki had never dared to ask what would happen if he didn’t obtain the coven’s traditional powers, but he had a hunch. They wouldn’t just let him go. He knew too much about the coven’s secrets.

He was 15 when his core magic surged. It was sudden and confusing. One second he was working on his homework and the next he felt an almost suffocating heat spreading through his veins. That was how his friends had described their powers to feel like. He still remembered how he sprang up in excitement and ran to his mother to show off. Though instead of getting a proud and happy pat on the head, he was met with a horrified and forlorn expression. Everything had happened so fast after that moment. Before he could say goodbye to his friends or even pack his stuff, his mother was dragging him away with tears in her eyes. He did not cry that day.

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It had been 6 years since then. 6 years since he last saw his mother and 6 years since he’s with them. The Ivory Lotus. Jinki didn’t like thinking back to the day where his mother brought him to the steps of an old friend, promising him that he would lead a safe life as long as he stays with them. She had not been wrong. They gave him a roof over his head, fed him, paid for his education, and all they had wanted in return was one thing: his loyalty.

And his magic. The Ivory Lotus was notorious for their drugs for a reason. Jinki often found himself in one of their laboratories late at night, going through seemingly endless pounds of drugs and either casting spells on them or mixing them with his drugged potions. He and a few other witches added their magic into the drugs to enhance the consumer’s sex drive, senses, intellect and whatever was requested from them. Ivory Lotus drugs would send the consumer into a delirium and trip they never experienced before. Or so he heard. He had not and would not ever try them on his own.

While he used his natural affinity of spell casting and potion brewing to make such drugs, he neither used his Hallucikinesis nor did the Ivory Lotus even know of it, and he’d like to keep it that way. His mother had not said much when leaving him behind, but she had warned him to keep his core ability a secret – both so that the coven could not ever find him and for the gang to not use him more than they eventually would.

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

“Just run us through what happened,” the police officer demands. A hand is subconsciously hovering over her gun holster as her suspicious eyes observe Jinki keenly. Her partner is kneeling over the dead body on the ground to feel for a pulse. Jinki holds the policewomen’s gaze and tries to stifle his nervous fidgeting to look as calm and composed as possible. He is innocent, though he still can’t help but feel his anxiety rising. It’s his bad luck that got him into a state like this once again. He’s aware of how the situation looks like. It’s so cliché that it could be an opening scene in a crime show: A man bleeding to death in a dark and dirty alley, Jinki hovering over him with blood all over his hands and clothes and of course two officers rounding the corner right in that moment. He had watched enough police shows to know what would follow. They would arrest him. They have to arrest him. And all he had wanted to do was help.

Jinki had only followed the muffled cries of agony. He didn’t have to be a medical genius to know that it was too late the moment he had spotted the dying man. He had already lost too much blood. Without hesitating, Jinki rushed to the stranger’s side and carefully pressed a hand over the wound on his stomach. He was no healer, so he knew there was not much he could do for the man. He could, however, ease his pain. Before he could even begin to siphon warmth and comfort into the other man, two police officers screamed at him to put his hands up.

For a moment Jinki contemplates if he should go along with the truth, but seeing the officer’s expression stops him from doing so. They will not believe him and he will have to follow them to their headquarters. He will be stuck in an interrogation room for hours and he neither has the time nor any patience for that. Kiki (his little feline friend) will start gnawing on his couch again if he comes home late and he can’t afford a new one.

The anxiety that has been pooling in the pit of his stomach fades the second he reaches for his magic. Instead, a familiar warmth spreads through his veins once his magic obeys to him. Jinki’s gaze focuses on the empty alley behind the policewoman and he begins to imagine his illusion. Out of thin air two silhouettes appear under the dim streetlights. They’re pointing guns towards their direction. He’s pretty sure he got this scene from one of the action movies he watched recently, but he can’t quite recall its title. Not that it matters. It wasn’t real anyway. Since attaining his core ability, Jinki became an excellent actor and so his eyes widen as he points a shaky finger towards the two silhouettes. “It was them,” he whispers. The reaction he gets is instant. In a matter of seconds, both police officers pull out their own guns as they carefully approach the two strangers. “Drop your weapons,” one of them demands. Nah. Instead, the witch makes the newcomers open fire on the officers and run away. Of course, none of the gunshots echoing through the alley are real. When a backup team will undoubtedly arrive later, they won’t find any bullets or shell casings. But it does the job for now. Both police officers run after the perpetrators and leave Jinki behind. His Hallucikinesis only works in a certain range, so he has to be fast. As soon as the officers are out of sight, he slowly backs away and finally sprints into the opposite direction, though not before giving the dead man on the ground one last sorry look.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: the delicate balance between chaos and harmonia, dagger tucked away within a thigh holster, paper smiles adorned upon a porcelain facade. With a slight resemblance to MINATOZAKI SANA of/the TWICE.

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Last Name, First Name: fujiwara, nanami ALIAS: seven Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth, japanese Age: 129 years old Date of Birth: 2nd july 1892 Gender: cis-female Preferred Pronouns: she/her Species: siren Sexual Orientation: pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: pale Eye color: cerulean blue Scars: - Piercings:  left ear — triple lobe, low helix, conch, mid helix, rook & tragus              right ear  — triple lobe, low helix, daith, helix, flat and forward helix Tattoos: sternum - lotus flower Hair color: onyx black with grey roots (she often dyes her hair fully black to conceal her identity) Abnormalities: - Horns/ wings/ etc: - Transformed form: irises of obsidian, wings with charcoal coloured feathers that ombre towards the end, a scaly black tail with iridescent scales.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  atheist SINS: envy / pride VIRTUES: diligence   KNOWN LANGUAGES: japanese ( native ) / latin ( native ) / korean ( fluent ) / english ( intermediate ) SECRETS: nanami hasn’t told a soul that she contributed to her sister’s death, only that she was exiled from her island for not looking out for her sister. SAVVIES: can play a number of musical instruments, singing, songwriting and writing poetry

Powers & Abilities:

supernatural beauty - flawlessness is an adjective reserved for diamonds, the worldly. nanami possesses beauty that is most unnatural and not of this world. being a siren, her looks contribute wholly to her spells and alongside her siren song, she is able to eradicate free will in humans.

siren physiology - her transformation from her human form is a sight to behold. she is all fury and onyx, deadly black eyes all too ready to consume. her wings span the length of her body and her tail is viscious in its appearance and fatal in it’s ability to used as a weapon.

shapeshifting - nanami can shift into her siren form at will and can also isolate change to the different parts of her body (i.e in her human form, she can manifest solely her wings or her tail)

flight - with an impressive wing span that is the length of her body, she is able to take flight and can dive bomb up to speeds of 190 km/h.

siren song - a spell in musical form, it is characterised by an ancient tongue enveloped by a soft yet sovereign melody. the song sung in different keys denotes the different variations.

hypnotic music - her siren song can produce a state of hypnosis in a listener where they are at their most vulnerable, mentally, eradicating free will. she can make suggestions such as to make a listener attack his comrade or harm themselves, or she can lure them towards her where she can finish them off herself.

paralysis inducement - she can render the listener unable to move by changing key. to undo the spell, she would have to sing in another key.

sound manipulation - nanami can alter the volume and direction of her siren song thus being able to direct the song to a particular listener or a group of listeners overall.

death song - the siren song can claim life but not without a cost. the melody can climb to frequencies unknown to man and drain a listener of their life source. however, it can cause damage to the siren’s vocal chords and render her mute until fully healed.

sonic scream - she can emit a shriek of high frequency, causing destruction. the sound is produced using her whole body thus the attack can only strike what is directly in front of her.

hydrokinesis - she can manipulate water through telekinesis though this ability is minor.

Traits: pertinacious and incorrigible.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 2nd july 1997 Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ] Crime Record: has been deemed a suspect on countless homicide cases, specifically large activity in japan. however, the cases become cold as her alibis always check out.

Background/Biography:

i.

it starts with dearest father — the parable is old, quaint in the way it stains the ribbon of time in shades of cornflower blue. a broken promise buoyed upon sea foam and salt. dearest father, was it not your beloved you witnessed sink to the ocean floor? her pulchritude was the fiercest of spells and you told her many a time that it was a great misfortune that these beasts would never comprehend your poetry. that in the end, they would only be consumed by it. it was a confidence you both shared, a bed you made love upon. but dearest father, were it not a lie? for it were those very beasts that claimed her. bested by mere mortal man, a trick of beeswax and gum, they could not hearken her sweet siren song.

dearest father, what of the two younglings that look up at you with longing? two motherless monsters that look to you for the answer. you have survived wars but could you survive them?

ii.

dearest sister — you were all the parts of your mother that dearest father clasped onto with fervour. you were poise and grace, warmth even albeit the ichor that trickled through you was ice. when our kinfolk peppered your performance with praise, likened solely you to your mother despite to look at one another was to gaze upon the crystal vision of a looking glass. nay, it was the way that in death she seemed to articulate your every movement as a puppeteer would articulate his puppet, how in your savagery you were nonpareil and perfunctory just as she was. the blood of man never stained your lip. how father adored you, obsidian orbs fixed on the shadow of his beloved.

and what of me, dearest sister? did you not love your sister so? for every eye that was trained on you, yours were pressed upon me. it was you who honed the song in my throat, you who taught me love when the others did not know how to love me. i know apologies are worth ash in the afterlife, so i will hold it until we meet again.

iii.

dearest nanami — they named you seven seas because your eyes were expansive yet volatile. they travelled to and fro, searching for a conquest of spaces, universes even. you, who could not hold your emotions like one cannot hold water, felt everything as a storm. but when your lips parted to utter a song, a tribute to your late mother came through and claimed the hearts of many a mariner, it went deaf on dearest father’s ears. so in the ways you knew best, you were mischievous and cunning. if someone told you you could not challenge the moon, you would find a way to sink it. when your cousins cautioned you for playing with your dinner, virile young sailors famished with their want of the female anatomy, you did not listen. for if it cannot be the same love father afforded your dearest sister, then fury would suffice.

and did he not show you his wrath, dearest nanami? did he not humiliate you in front of your kinfolk, shame you for a nature he nurtured within you? yet the sneer that curled his lips was his attention, and for that you were content. but did you spy the look in your sister’s eye when she witnessed your folly? did you pick apart the pity in her gander? you swore it was her first mistake but dearest nanami, it is you who were mistaken, anon.

iv.

dearest mother — the others boast of your sweet, sweet siren song. remember when sister and i would do anything to hear you sing? we were oft drunk on the crescendo, torn apart by the last bar, dismantled by your cadence. the wings on our backs would shiver with joy, our curls licked by sea salt framing our faces. lo, all could see that you loved us so. did that love remain when i killed dearest sister?

you were there, i believe, when i charmed a mariner with my own song. you were there when i planted the seed. when she sang and he could not hear her, you were there in the ocean of her eyes, stricken with fear. i handed her the death that was handed to you and in turn watched her plummet.

i know you were there, dearest mother, because i felt you pluck my heart from my chest.

v.

dearest kaji — dare i taste the word on my tongue? dare i confess that i have never witnessed a fire as bright as you? mayhap such an encounter would miss me and i shall never be graced with a light such as yours again. this is a truth i have come to live with because despite how beautiful fire can be, it will always burn.

and did we not burn? in the ochaya, the teahouse, that i sought refuge in after my exile, you watched me perform trickery to a rich crowd. you listened to my songs that were gilded in gold for how much wealth i accrued. i was the most popular geiko in town but they were ignorant to my nature. let me tell you how love is cruel. nary a chance encounter, you walk in as if this world is yours but a history worried at your brow. i coaxed it to a smoothness with my song but then you did not have a need for my music. you would not hear me sing, you simply overflowed like the rivers leading to my ocean, my home, and i heard your heart. you were like the tide, coming and going with the moon and for every cycle, i waited.

and i waited. i waited until the singing wasn’t enough. i waited until blood poured from every crevice of that teahouse. pray tell, dearest kaji, did you ever find out why the teahouse was claimed by an inferno?

vi.

dearest seven — you have been taught thrice that to love is to know weakness and to destroy is to fulfil your own prophecy. if the rock of life is in redemption, you find purchase on the edge of its borders. you elude the apparition of your sister whom dwells in your shadow, your mother in every body of water you lay your gaze upon. destruction is in your nature so you make a vocation out of it. you begin to kill for the highest bidder and they see you move from pillar to post. you accrue fame so it is no wonder when a woman from agdeog, branded with a lotus flower, scouts your pursuit. she ushers you into a life where it is venerated, just as your kinfolk celebrated your sister. the ivory lotus welcome you with open arms, your nature not so foreign to these folk. thus you take pride in every kill you do in their name, for it is family that drives you now.

dearest seven, what could you possibly be afraid of now? do you not know that you have survived the worst of it all?

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

it is the constant harmonies that collide to present a perfect chaos. nanami knows that the right pitch will bend and twist his reality, eliciting tragedy to befall the most unfortunate. she is both maestro and performer, weaving the most brutal of bars but alas, the chief constable cannot appreciate its wiles. to him, it is only a song and the siren watches as he looks towards his partner to confirm that what he hears isn’t a trick of his own mind, but that he could hear it too. the sound does not leave her mouth in the way that sound should and so he looks towards the door for the source and nanami cannot help but think, poor fool. “is someone singing?” he asks. his partner shakes his head and she watches the chief’s face crumple in consternation. “anyway, i’m sorry, ma’am. as you were saying.”

she presses her lips together, adopts a pinched brow as she tries to conjure a likely scene. tears adorn her eyes in a glaze that she has practiced time after time. “he was by my side and suddenly he started frothing at the mouth,” she lies, of course. of course a natural death could not be afforded to the man whose life she was summoned to decimate. but the influence that is claiming the man’s mind ensures that he devours her story just like the poison that trickled down the targets throat, an hour prior. he is almost enraptured by her performance, so much so that before she’s done recounting the tale, he is sweating with anticipation. “i’m sorry for your loss, i’ll have my man here escort you home.”