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morphcode · 6 months ago

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hi again angels ! it's kina ( @wickedhours ) once again coming to introduce my newest brain - child, a confidential informant for villains ( aka their real "clients" ) with an agenda to get rid of the aeternal utopia that only ever uses their sense of justice to benefit aeternals. under the cut you'll find all the links needed to get you acquainted with them, and if you're interested in plotting pls like this post & i'll dm yall as soon as i can !!

( ✧ ) NAVIGATE ⸻ BACKGROUND / PROFILE / ABILITIES / PLOTS / MUSINGS TAG .

CONTENT WARNING,

their backstory contains topics of familial death, parental neglect, survivor's guilt, and slight-descriptive violence. when the aforementioned topics come up in their backstory i will give a brief warning!

SUMMARISED STORY,

♫ NOW PLAYING : PSYCHO - BAEKHYUN

⤷ junho was born on november 15, 1997 to a seemingly normal family. thier parents were both elementary school teachers in the city, and their family lived a humble beginning. they were the second-oldest child, having an older brother and two younger sisters, and they were just a normal, happy family...

⤷ ( tw : familial death ) tragedy would strike when junho was eight years old, just a couple months after their youngest sister was born. an aeternal by the name ARCHANGEL ( flight via angel wings + minor light manipulation ) was having an intense fight with his nemesis across the city, and it was just unfortunate that the yang family's home was caught in the crossfire with junho's family inside while they were away at a friend's house that afternoon. everyone in the house was pronounced dead and junho was by themself.

⤷ it was a hectic couple days for poor ARCHANGEL, who had a squeaky clean image with zero civilian deaths since their enlistment into the aeternal task force decades earlier. public opinion really turned on him the moment video surveillance came out showing that the destruction of family's house could've been avoided twenty minutes earlier when his initial mission was completed instead of chasing after the villain. it was probably the first time he's ever acted so irrationally, and now he was reaping what he sowed.

⤷ the task force's pr team suggested that he should adopted the newly-orphaned junho to help save face. to be clear, ARCHANGEL had never wanted children because they only cared about their career. taking care of a child was never something he wanted to do, much less take care of a child he's never met before whose only knowledge of him was the fact that he's the reason they were now an orphan.

⤷ he still ends up adopted junho, mostly due to the pressure of the public after news outlets released articles of his alleged guilt, and that he wanted to adopt them as a way to make peace with what had happened.

⤷ ( tw : parental neglect ) they do not get along behind the scenes. junho is uncooperative when they aren't in front of cameras and the aeternal is not interested in the child at all. he leaves junho in the care of various nannies who either only gush about how lucky they were for being adopted by someone so handsome and rich, or were in it for the large sum of payment given for providing them with the necessities. junho hated them all.

⤷ junho's ability manifests suddenly when he's thinking about his family one night at the age of ten. he only had three blurry photos of them all, somehow ninety-nine percent preserved despite the ruins of his family's home that surrounded them. he wished he could see them again, so imagine his surprise when he could see his brother's reflection in the mirror as if he were alive!

⤷ but no, sadly it's only junho, and the shift only lasts a few seconds. he studies his reflection in the mirror for almost an hour, slightly changing his features to test the waters. he realises he could completely change his eye color to hide the gold streak that had appeared in them and decides that he can't tell those around him — especially ARCHANGEL — about his ability. if he's right, he feels ARCHANGEL will take use the revelation to his advantage, and junho did not want that under any circumstances.

⤷ it takes a while for them to learn how to keep their eyes changed for longer than a couple seconds at a time, and there are a couple times nannies have done a double-take when they turned towards junho suddenly. when they manifest their first minor ability, sleep inducement, they stop hiding the real colour of their eyes and reveal that as their primary ability at thirteen. it's nothing as grandiose as ARCHANGEL's powers, but it sure was unexpected! the aeternal promised he would personally train his "son" but we all know how that went... junho trained themself.

⤷ junho decides to live a "humble life" in spite of the reality that they're a new addition to the nepo baby club. they graduate high school, gets their bachelors for psychology, and more recently got their masters in psychology. their "dad" can't really be upset with the direction they've taken in life, but if only their ability was better suited for the life of an aeternal... right?

⤷ behind the scenes, junho was busy making connections to get themself acquainted with various villains across the city. their views very much align with them, and being well acquainted with aeternals through ARCHANGEL has made it easier for them to gain the fragile trust of those who required the information. they go by the alias 'ATLAS', for no reason other than the fact it sounds cool, but also what kind of villain ( if they could be really be called that... ) goes by their full name?

⤷ ( tw: violence ) four years ago, ARCHANGEL was on a mission and tasked to capture a small-time villain hiding out at an abandoned cabin. it turned out to be a trap, and he was ambushed by four other villains that had been off the grid for weeks. in the fight, although the villains had not killed him, instead they had incapacitated the aeternal by cutting off his wings and stealing them. they left him to die but thankfully more aeternals showed up to aid him, but the damage was done. although ARCHANGEL still had power, they couldn't find the will to continue being a hero. all according to junho's plan, of course... they wanted ARCHANGEL alive for a reason.

⤷ they started staying at silver line three years ago while they were interning at the wellness center, but they only became a sleep therapist within the last year with the use of his ability as well as making the right connections. sometimes they do work at han pharmaceuticals as well, both has themself but mostly shifted, typically morphed into someone that already works there.

⤷ after ARCHANGEL was decommissioned, junho momentarily believed that they have gotten their revenge. it didn't last very long because there were countless stories of civilians suffering physically, mentally and / or financially at the hands of aeternals without them facing too much repercussion for their actions. so junho continues working with any villains needing information, both new clients and their good ol' regulars alike!

PERSONALITY + EXTRA INFO,

⤷ junho uses any pronouns, mostly influenced by the fact that they're a shapeshifter, and thus have no preferences when it comes to pronouns. you'll see me interchange between they / them and he / him a lot but feel free to use any !

⤷ junho is two-faced. point blank. he is constantly wearing a mask unless he really trusts you and not many people have that privilege.

⤷ on the surface, he comes off as someone very friendly, easy to get along with and easy to speak to. he's confident in his skin without being vain, and he's known for helping others whenever they need someone, regardless if they know each other or not. he has a gentle personality that isn't quick to anger, and they're someone who seems to really care about the community around him. and you should never be friend with your therapist, but junho makes it so easy to forget that's an unspoken rule.

⤷ he is still all of these things with the villains that he works with ... but there are many, many layers to his identity. unless he's been working with someone for a long time or if they're likeminded individuals who want to see the aeternal task force fall off the face of the earth, he doesn't make any real friendships with someone. for someone who doesn't fit the aforementioned criteria, they need to have connections that junho can eventually connect himself to in order to be deemed useful to him. keeping those he barely cares about at an arms length is his norm.

⤷ as a villain, junho is someone who stays behind the scenes. he hires others or relies on others to get blood on their hands for him, and in return he gives them valuable information. he may know hand-to-hand combat but he is not versed in fighting with his abilities. his abilities are used as a defense mechanism and he's not too interested on using brute force to get what he wants and / or needs.

⤷ as expected, he's highly vengeful, and has a corrupt sense of justice. he could've simply had ARCHANGEL killed, but he realised that he would be taking the easy way out instead of showing remorse for his mistakes. maybe junho would've learned to forgive the man if more innocent civilians hadn't became collateral damage in more conflicts around the city when the aeternal was involved... but here we are.

⤷ worry not, junho is not completely heartless! he really does have a soft-spot for others who have been wronged by aeternals. he has been in their shoes, and regardless of what happened, he knows they deserve better than the reimbursement they were given. his stories harden his resolve and remind him that his cause his just... regardless of the methods.

⤷ not sure where else this would fit, but junho is secretly obsessed with their reflection. over the years with the use of their ability, shapeshifting has always made them feel like they have a tendency to forget what certain features of their own are actually theirs or if they've made a subtle change that they hadn't noticed until now. sometimes they doubt if their face is even their natural face, and they're trying to convince themself that it doesn't matter. they're a shapeshifter after all, their appearance changes at their own will anyway.

⤷ not sure where to place this either but junho is a fish parent ! they have 4 female bettas, their daughters, no real names and instead called by the color they are lol. they also have two males in separate tanks. they really like fish and often go to like the nearest pet store to contemplate buying another betta. they even have a tattoo dedicated to their first betta ( and its their only tattoo as well, they're a firm believer that their own tattoos should be meaningful ).

PLOTS / CONNECTIONS / THREADS ETC.,

⤷ no plots page ready bc i'm a flop... hopefully these ideas below will suffice for now but praying that within the week i'll be able to get an actual page done! i'm always up for brainstorming as well so if none of these fit don't worry!

fellow villains or morally grey muses for them to work with or befriend pls ...... could be someone newer to their circle or someone they have been acquainted with for a long time.

patients at the wellness center ... junho can and will help your muses fall asleep if they're having trouble. they can either come to the center themselves or his apartment is always open for anyone to come take a nap. just one tap to the wrist and he can get most ppl to sleep!

you shouldn't be friends with your therapists but this is not the real world so it should be ok if muses are "friends" with him!! it's probably better if they're not his patients but yk whatever snfjkdsnfjs we'll work out the kinks when we get there,,

sometimes they go to daemon to meet clients for information while shifted, sometimes they go to bet on fighters or sometimes they go simply for a drink. they're kinda the wrong person to trust with private information or drunken confessions but what better place to accidentally gain info than at a place were ppl get drunk......

he has resident complaints against him for dreamwalking. it's somewhat of a newer ability to him and he can control it maybe 70% of the time. sometimes he intends to go to a certain person's dreams and ends up completely different... either way it's considered an invasion of privacy... so... he's sorry? ( would be soooo down to have threads inside someone's dreams! )

they're usually very meticulous of shapeshifting in their apartment or in hidden alleys or public restrooms where no one would see them, but they're not perfect and mistakes are made. they can play it off as a recently developed minor ability but maybe they're suspicious of how natural their shift is... who is the real junho, the person they see leave their apartment or the person they just shifted into?

his "regular" social circle... like people who genuinely thinks they're a group of besties... and maybe somewhere deep deep deep deep down he also considers them friends. it's just a shame that he can't really trust them with his true personality but he cares for them more than he cares for most people he keeps at arms length for sure!

exes, fwbs, one night stands whatever... all i'll say is that junho can figuratively ( and literally... but they don't know that ) become whatever someone wants out of a partner, just know that if they were in a committed relationship at any point in time, junho was most likely using them due to any connections they may have anjfnhjsfb

#rj:intro #no bio done no plots done nothing done #im a FLOP #i spent more time on this graphic than his intro NFDSJKFNS #` ✧ ⸻ 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 : INTRODUCTION .#this is SUUUPER long so sorry for the long read folks

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brokencompass · 27 days ago

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「 ☾ 」 ── 𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

you’re a silent regular at after hours, keeping your distance. felix, the bartender, is intrigued and determined to uncover the story behind your eyes, one drink at a time.

the first time you walked into after hours, felix nearly forgot how to breathe.

it wasn’t just that you were stunning - though you were, undeniably so. it was the way you moved, a kind of effortless self-assurance that drew attention without trying. you didn’t stride in, commanding the room like some people might. instead, there was a calm confidence in your steps, a quiet kind of magnetism. you didn’t seem like someone who sought out the spotlight; it simply followed you.

felix caught sight of you as you shrugged off your coat. his hands, which had been moving in a practiced rhythm as he wiped down the bar, came to an abrupt halt. the towel dangled loosely in his fingers as his eyes followed you. you draped your coat over the back of a stool and slid into it, the smoothness of the movement almost hypnotic.

han, who was stacking glasses near the sink, didn’t miss the way felix had frozen in place. he smirked and leaned in just enough to be heard. “what’s with the look? you act like you’ve never seen someone attractive before.”

felix shook himself out of his trance, his ears burning as he tossed the towel over his shoulder. “i’ll take care of her,” he said with a confidence that sounded just a bit too forced.

han raised an eyebrow, glancing over at hyunjin, who was perched at the far end of the bar with a soda in hand. “oh, this’ll be good,” han said, low enough that felix wouldn’t hear but loud enough to earn a knowing chuckle from hyunjin.

felix ignored them both, straightened his apron, and approached you. he put on his best smile - the one that made his dimples pop and usually charmed customers into leaving a bigger tip. “evening,” he greeted, his voice smooth but warm. “what can i get for you tonight?”

you didn’t look up right away, your eyes still scanning the menu as your fingers drummed softly on the wood of the counter. “whiskey,” you said simply, your voice low and even. “neat.”

felix tilted his head, leaning slightly against the counter as if settling in for a conversation. “whiskey’s a classic choice,” he said, his tone playful. “but wouldn’t you rather let me surprise you with something a little more… memorable?”

you finally looked up, and the brief flicker of skepticism in your eyes hit felix harder than it should have. “i’m not here to be impressed,” you said flatly, though the faintest hint of amusement tugged at the corner of your mouth.

he took a split second to recover, his grin widening as if your response had only encouraged him. “fair enough,” he said, grabbing a glass and reaching for the top-shelf whiskey. “whiskey it is.”

han who had been eavesdropping from a few feet away, let out a low snicker. felix shot him a warning glare over his shoulder but quickly returned his attention to you, sliding the freshly poured drink across the counter with a flourish. “i’m felix, by the way,” he said, leaning forward slightly as if the introduction mattered.

you lifted the glass and took a slow sip, the burn of the whiskey warming your chest. “that’s nice,” you replied, setting the glass down with a soft clink. your tone was polite but detached, and you didn’t offer your name in return.

from his spot at the end of the bar, hyunjin openly laughed. “ouch,” he muttered, just loud enough for felix to hear.

felix, determined not to let you slip away so easily, tilted his head, his eyes sparkling with something mischievous. “you’re new here,” he observed confidently.

you raised an eyebrow, your expression unreadable. “is that supposed to be a question?”

“nope,” felix said, straightening up. “just an observation. you’ve got that look - like you’re still deciding whether this place is worth your time.”

you glanced around, your gaze briefly flicking to the dim lighting, the bottles lined up behind the bar, and the small but steady crowd. “and what do you think?”

“i think it just got a lot more interesting,” felix said, his smile returning full force.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head as you finished your drink. “you’re persistent, i’ll give you that,” you said, standing up and slipping your coat back on.

“only when i’m intrigued,” felix replied, watching as you adjusted your scarf.

“well,” you said, your tone light but firm, “don’t be.”

you turned and started toward the door, leaving felix standing there, caught somewhere between admiration and defeat.

from behind him, han muttered, “rough night for romeo over here.”

hyunjin snorted. “called it.”

felix ignored them both, his grin not entirely gone as he watched you disappear into the night. “better luck next time,” he heard you call over your shoulder.

two nights later, when you walked into after hours again, felix was ready.

hyunjin noticed you first, nudging felix with his elbow as he wiped down the bar. “look who’s back,” he said, a sly grin already forming.

felix looked up from the glass he was polishing, his face lighting up the moment he saw you. you were wearing the same confident air as before, but there was something different this time - a flicker of recognition as your eyes scanned the room. when your gaze briefly landed on felix, he felt his heart skip a beat.

“i knew it,” he said under his breath, tossing his towel at han, who dodged it with a laugh.

you settled into the same seat at the bar, pulling out your phone as felix made his way over. “couldn’t stay away, huh?” he greeted, leaning casually against the counter.

you glanced up, your expression as unreadable as before. “don’t get ahead of yourself. the whiskey was good, that’s all.”

felix placed a hand over his heart, feigning offense. “so it wasn’t my sparkling personality?”

“your unsolicited charm, you mean?” you shot back, raising an eyebrow.

from the other end of the bar, hyunjin muttered, “oof, brutal,” earning a quiet laugh from han.

felix ignored them, his grin never wavering. “alright, tell you what - this round’s on me. no strings, no charm. just a good drink.”

you tilted your head, skeptical. “you sure you can manage that?”

“watch me,” felix said, already reaching for the whiskey.

this time, as you took a sip, your expression softened - just barely. “not bad,” you admitted, setting the glass down.

“not bad?” felix repeated, pretending to be wounded. “i’m crushed.”

you didn’t reply, but the faint smirk tugging at your lips told him he hadn’t completely lost you.

as the night went on, felix found excuses to linger near your seat, sliding in the occasional comment or playful remark. you batted him away every time, but he noticed the way your eyes lingered a little longer, the way your lips quirked into a smile even as you shook your head.

when you finally stood to leave, you paused at the door, glancing back at him. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

felix grinned, leaning against the bar. “and you keep coming back. i’ll take that as a win.”

you didn’t answer, but there was a flicker of something - amusement, perhaps - before you disappeared into the night.

hyunjin leaned back in his seat, shaking his hand. “you’re hopeless.”

felix’s grin widened as he watched the door swing shut. “hopeless? nah. just patient.”

by the time you walked into after hours a third time, felix was practically buzzing with anticipation.

it had been a week since your last visit, and while felix would never admit it out loud, he’d spent more time thinking about you than he probably should have. he’d catch himself glancing at the door, hoping for that familiar figure to walk through, only to shake his head and focus back on his work. hyunjin and han teased him mercilessly about it, of course.

“she’s playing hard to get, mate,” han had said with a smirk.

“she’s playing not interested,” hyunjin corrected, earning a glare from felix.

but when you finally appeared again, it felt like the room shifted. you weren’t wearing a coat this time, just a sleek black sweater and a scarf draped loosely around your neck. your hair was slightly windswept, as if you’d walked a long way to get here.

felix barely managed to keep his cool as you approached the bar and took your usual seat.

“third time’s the charm,” he greeted, already reaching for a glass.

you glanced at him, your expression calm but unreadable. “and what exactly do you think that means?”

“it means i’m officially upgrading you to a regular,” felix said, grinning as he poured your usual whiskey.

you let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. “you’re persistent. i’ll give you that.”

“that’s the second time you’ve said that,” felix pointed out, sliding the glass toward you.

“maybe i’m running out of compliments,” you replied dryly, though the hint of a smile tugged at your lips.

felix leaned against the bar, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you take a sip. “lucky for me, i don’t need compliments to know i’m doing a good job.”

you raised an eyebrow. “you’re awfully confident for someone who’s been shut down twice.”

felix shrugged, his grin never faltering. “i’m playing the long game.”

for a moment, you said nothing, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid in your glass. when you finally spoke, your voice was softer, almost contemplative. “and what exactly is the prize in this ‘long game’ of yours?”

felix hesitated, caught off guard by the sudden shift in your tone. he straightened up, his playful demeanor fading just slightly. “i guess i’m hoping to figure that out,” he admitted. “you’re kind of a mystery, you know.”

you tilted your head, your gaze meeting his. for the first time, there was no trace of amusement or skepticism in your eyes - just quiet curiosity. “and you think you can solve me?”

felix shook his head, his voice lowering as he replied, “not solve. just.. understand.”

the air between you grew still, the hum of conversation around the bar fading into the background. felix held your gaze, his usual charm replaced by something softer, more sincere.

then, just as quickly as it had appeared, the moment passed. you broke eye contact, taking another sip of your drink before setting the glass down. “good luck with that,” you said, your tone light again.

felix chuckled, leaning back as the tension eased. “i’ll take all the luck i can get.”

as the night wore on, you lingered longer than usual, occasionally engaging felix in conversation. he learned little things about you - not your name, not your story, but bits and pieces that felt like progress. you liked whiskey, but you hated cocktails. you didn’t come to the bar often, but when you did, it wasn’t because of the company.

still, felix noticed the way your shoulders relaxed the more you talked, the way your smirks turned into genuine smiles. and when you finally stood to leave, you didn’t just glance back at the door.

“you’re alright, felix,” you said, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck.

his grin widened, his dimples deepening. “does that mean i’m growing on you?”

you paused, your hand on the door handle. “it means i’ll think about it,” you said, flashing him a small smile before disappearing into the night.

felix stood there for a moment, replaying your words in his head.

“she’s definitely playing the long game,” han said from behind him, clapping him on the back.

felix laughed, shaking his head. “worth it.”

and for the first time, he truly believed it.

felix was wiping down the counter, the rhythmic motion of the cloth against the wood soothing him as he prepared for another slow night.

the door to after hours creaked open, and he looked up, his gaze immediately finding you. you weren’t rushing this time, just walking in with that quiet confidence, your coat casually slung over one shoulder as you made your way to your usual seat at the bar.

there was something different about you tonight, though. you weren’t wearing the same guarded look you often wore - your shoulders didn’t seem as tense. it was subtle, but felix noticed. he couldn’t help but smile, his fingers pausing mid-wipe as he took you in.

he shook off the momentary distraction and grabbed a fresh towel, draping it over his shoulder before he strolled over to you.

“whiskey, right?” he asked, his voice light, trying to keep it casual.

you glanced up at him, just enough to meet his eyes. “yeah, whiskey.”

felix smiled, moving with practiced ease as he reached for the bottle and poured the drink. the amber liquid sloshed into the glass with a satisfying sound. “anything different tonight? or are we sticking with the classics?” he asked, sliding the drink across the counter toward you.

you took the glass without hesitation, bringing it up to your lips and taking a slow sip. felix watched, trying not to make it obvious, but he was waiting for any sign that tonight would be like the others.

“not really. just here for the drink,” you said, your voice a little quieter than usual.

felix nodded, leaning against the counter, his expression softening as he observed you. there was something else in your demeanor tonight. you weren’t as quick with the sharp retorts or teasing banter, and the air between you two felt a little less tense, a little more comfortable.

“you’re quiet tonight,” he remarked, his tone gentler than he meant it to be.

you set the glass down slowly, the sound of the glass meeting the wood filling the small space between you two. “not much to say.”

felix didn’t push. he wasn’t quite sure what he was hoping for, but he didn’t want to ruin the moment either. instead, he just took a step back and let the silence settle comfortably around you both. his gaze lingered on you - on the way your fingers absentmindedly traced the rim of your glass, how your eyes occasionally flickered over to him but never stayed for long.

the quiet didn’t feel strained, though. it was just... peaceful.

after a while, felix leaned forward slightly, his hands resting lightly on the edge of the bar. “if you don’t mind me asking,” he said, breaking the silence, “why here? there are plenty of other places in town.”

you paused for a moment, your eyes flickering up to meet his. there was a softness in your gaze that hadn’t been there before. “i like it here. the drink’s good. the vibe’s…” you paused, as if you were searching for the right words. “relaxing, i guess.”

felix’s grin tugged at his lips. “well, i’m glad we’re doing something right.”

the two of you exchanged a brief look, one that felt almost... familiar. he couldn’t place it, but there was something about the way you looked at him that felt different than before. like maybe the distance was closing, even if only just a little.

you finished the whiskey in one more slow, measured sip before setting the glass back down, the click of it against the counter sharp in the quiet room. “thanks for the drink, felix.”

he gave a small nod, still watching you with that same soft expression. “anytime,” he said, his voice uncharacteristically sincere.

you rose from your seat, your coat falling naturally back over your shoulders. felix felt an almost painful reluctance to see you leave, but he didn’t say anything. you’d always been a mystery, always so distant, and he knew better than to push you any further.

just as you reached the door, you paused. felix had already turned to give his attention to something else, but the sudden sound of the note hitting the counter made him stop in his tracks. he looked over to see the small, folded piece of paper sitting neatly on the wood.

you didn’t say anything, didn’t give any indication you’d left it. you just walked out like it was another ordinary night.

felix stood still for a moment, the unfamiliar weight of the note staring back at him from the counter. slowly, he moved over to pick it up, his fingers trembling slightly as he unfolded the paper. the handwriting was clean and neat, the words short but meaningful.

felix, here’s my number. xoxo, y/n

felix’s heart skipped a beat. It was so simple, yet so profound. he looked at the door again, half-expecting you to walk back in, to give some explanation or to make some joke. but the only thing that remained was the soft click of the door closing behind you, leaving only the note and the faint echo of your presence.

a slow smile crept across his face as he stared at the paper, the weight of it settling in. maybe things were just starting to change.

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