#꒰ ☼ ꒱ sun ╱ visage ◞

[sarastuss]

¹³. APPEARANCE STUDY : SARASTUS, THE NEW SUN.

[fauxfinale]

mars blessed by venus .

[trojancapta11n]

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# ☼   ▏❛ you are sunshine in human form — visage

 #☼   ▏ ❛ you are the sun; you heal; you burn — aesthetic

 #☼   ▏❛ the sun in his smile; the fire in his eyes — musings

 #☼   ▏ ❛ palmam qui meruit ferat — usc trojans

 #☼   ▏ ❛ stay close to people who feel like sunlight — catalina alvarez & laila dermott

 #☼   ▏ ❛ change can be sunshine if you let it in — jean moreau

 #☼   ▏ ❛ create your own sunshine — memes

 #☼   ▏ ❛ if you can't find the sunshine; be the sunshine — wishlist

 #☼   ▏ ❛ sun will rise again and we will try again — ic

 #☼   ▏ ❛ this is your local smol speaking — ooc

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(  jodie comer  .  nonbinary  .  they & them  )       ✧       entering through oldham’s shore,  we’ve spotted  dominik 'dom' fletcher,  as usual carrying their ONYX SIGNET GOLDEN RING & SELF-MADE BRAIDED LEATHER BRACELET WITH THE NAMES OF THEIR LOVED ONES ENGRAVED ON IT .  the tides had let us know they’re a thirty ( alive for a hundred and ten )  year old  vampire  with their sun in aries,  and their day mostly occupied by carrying out their duties as an emergency physician @ oldham general hospital.  the spring breeze whispered they quite enjoy  the sound of stabilization of patients heart rates; the rush that a certain red tainted liquid they despise the most provides them; deep exploration of nature due to long-distance hiking sessions which might or might not be responsible for their  charismatic, obssessive, protective, vindictive  nature.  dom  isnt an oldham local,  yet the ocean’s waves brought us tales about them regardless,  about how they  bid farewell to their human form after getting involved in an abrupt car crash; deeply long for the warmth their body once possessed; oftentimes battle with their greatest foe ― the unholy thirst that accompanies their new form.  although we can never know for sure when it comes to oldham,  in the end,  it could be only rumors,  right ?

    dossier. ( carrd ) visage. threads. musings.

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. dominik fletcher 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. dom (used by everyone except their parents) 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. thirty / april 6th, 1883 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑. a hundred and ten years ( 110 ) 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. tromsø, norway 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. oldham town 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. emergency physician @ oldham general hospital 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. aries ☼ capricorn ☾ scorpio ↑ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. nonbinary 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. they & them 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. homosexual, demiromantic 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. vampire

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jodie comer 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. hazel 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. dark blonde (dyed) 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5′ 8 / 1.73 m 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒). messy bun often accompanied by lazy soft smile / playful amused smirk & eyes tainted with subtle hints of melancholy-like sensation. fidgety fingers usually wrapped around a fidget spinner or stress ball due to recurring restlessness. lean physique with occasional appearance of vintage waxed canvas travel rucksack firmly attached to the shoulders. several receipts thrown in a trash bin indicating reoccuring orders of black coffee & mini dark chocolate bars. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. during their shifts @ oldham general hospital, dom can be seen wearing scrubs and a white coat, maintaining their professional appearance. outside of hospital, they prefer to wear casual, baggy & comfortable clothing that allows excessive movement as they often prefer travelling long distances. additionally, due to their vampiric nature, dom oftentimes wears vintage baseball caps whenever they embark on a longer journey outdoors. sunglasses also come into play during most of the time spent outside. 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒. a hand holding a candle on their right inner forearm

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. ethan fletcher (father - deceased), lily dahl (mother - deceased) 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. eli fletcher (younger brother - deceased) 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tba.

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. house of balloons by the weeknd 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. loyal, charismatic, driven, generous, protective. 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. self-destructive, private, vindictive, obssessive 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. physical touch, acts of service 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. chaotic good 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈. ISFP

──── 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

- tba !

──── 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

trigger warning for: mentions of death, murder, blood & anxiety

you've always been keen on travelling, seeing and exploring new places. the interest, or, as your parents liked to call it, life style, ran in the family. by the time you were five years old, you have had the pleasure of witnessing aurora borealis in it's full glory in multiple skandinavian countries. baltic countries and the rest of the europe soon followed next. this way, childhood and most of your teenage years ended up being one huge adventure you'd always hold dear to your heart. the adventurous and spontaneous life style was placed on hold when you enrolled at the med school the same year you turned eighteen. your primary focus was on the studies and working part-time at animal shelter to save up money for upcoming semesters of school. those turned into long years at med school filled with theory and hands-on practice which, as you realized along the way, was your favorite way of learning. the end of your residency years as an emergency physician was marked by a completely new adventure you decided to reward yourself and your family with by taking your first trip oversees. you could still remember the proud and approving looks you received from your beloved parents and the bright shining eyes of your younger brother eli. everybody overly excited about the potential of exploring new unseen and untouched lands by the fletcher family. north america happened to be the first continent on your bucket list of broad places to explore and while you lacked the clear direction in the list of cities and/or towns that were to be explored, the whole family decided to start with smaller towns and more remote areas. that could only indicate one thing ― a peaceful and enjoyable excursion that everyone were so dying to experience. to the family's great dismay, this could not be further from the truth. the week long trip had drastically cut in half as by the fourth day, the family's car drive across the countryside ended in an abrupt car crash. who would've thought that was even possible in a remote place such as they were travelling through? barely no houses or people living nearby, scarcity of vehicles besides that one that seemed to manifest out of thin air. no nightmares of yours has ever had such a terrible fate as that day which had left deeply rooted scars for the rest of your miserable immortal life. the impact being so great had taken the lives of your family within first moments leaving you witness the horrors caused by the seemingly innnocent distractions that had temporarily captured your attention at the worst time imaginable. there was no doubt you'd follow your loved ones to the other side as excruciating pain had paralyzed your body rendering you completely motionless, only perceptions of mind left to further remind you of your greatest failure. the darkness that engulfed you then was supposed to be the end of it all. you wished it to be the end as in your shattered spirit there was no place for redemption nor continuation of any form beyond this point. that was, indeed your ideal scenerio for the end credits, however, there was someone else ― something else that had decided your fate for you. and, as it will be established eventually by time itself, that alternative path was going to serve as the punishment you truly deserved instead of going down as easily as you'd hoped.

next time you awoke, neither your body nor your mind were your own. it's like some malicious virus had taken over and now was in charge of all your senses, dictating your new needs, desires, likes and dislikes. worst of it all, you had lost the pleasure of enjoying the rays of sun on your skin, the food you used to love indulging yourself in was no longer of interest. however, nothing compared to horrifying realization that these nightmares of losing your family will not cease to torment you no matter the amount of attempts and effort put into distracting yourself from them. a curse was bestowed upon you and there was nothing you could do about it. despite the teachings of the elder that had turned you in order to 'save' your life, you had never learned to truly control your thirst. for one, you distanced yourself as much as you could from the one that created you in a poor attempt to disconnect from him entirely with no luck. the connection between the two of you remained all these years, however the bond on your end was still pretty sour. you had never managed to forgive him, or more like yourself, for the tragic end that met your loved ones on that fateful day, thus moving forward you did everything that was in your power to rebel against your new nature, knowing full well that the attempts will only work temporarily, but that was enough to keep your anxiety and guilt in check. for the time being, anyways. for many upcoming years you wandered different countries and states in hopes of finally satiating your thirst only for it to grow with each drop that landed your now modified tastebuds. no amount of special substance was enough for you as it resulted in many victims left behind completely drained and even more names and/or faces added to a private journal of yours you dared not share with anybody else but yourself as a living proof of the monster that you became all these years ago. that was your new reality now. until it wasn't. time tracking was no longer of any value to you as years flew by anyway at that point, but something ― a memorable meeting had made a significant difference in your being. a destined encounter with a certain witch who ended up being your savior for whatever future held for you. they brought light and hope of potentially surpressing the beast within you and satiating your thirst enough for you to forget the taste and the smell of blood whenever you were in considerable distance to any human or living being. a ring was created for you to be able to tolerate the sun and actually spend additional time outside without any discomfort as well as certain spells were cast on the blood you brough to them which resulted in prolonging your thirst which had been your primary concern and struggle. you were able to focus on being a person again. one with interests, aspirations and vision for the future. you had one person to thank for that and thank them you would as ever since meeting them, you started providing them with rare herbs and other potentially valuable rare items brought from mysterious lands you liked to explore during your days off and your occasional vacations. it was a fair exchange, you always told yourself. they did something for you and you returned the favor with something more tanbigble than just plain words. and as that continued, the more professional bond of trading between two species became something more. something deeper. a connection was formed and although you swore to never get this close to anyone else again, this one person had managed to seamlessly slip through all of your walls and shields previously firmly put in place. they were your anchor, your safe haven and for this you were willing to risk your immortal life for them.

time did pass unbelievably quickly for you and by the time you knew it, it was time to return to your witch confidant for a new set of spells and due to such usual visits it was apparent that you could not wander too far away from where the other was located. on the other hand, there was something about this town... something that called for you. it felt welcoming. right. perhaps it wouldn't hurt to try and settle for at least a little bit? it was not a decision you had to wonder about for too long. after your latest visit you decided to move to oldham and see what this place had to offer. strange as it may be, oldham's general hospital appeared to be looking for additional emergency physician which only affirmed your choice of staying there. your primary focus now was to help the rest of oldham's residents in any way possible rather than diverting attention to yourself and the struggles you were currently facing due to incredibly small amount of blood you allowed yourself to consume. the ever growing exhaustion, anxiety, restlessness and aggression did cause quite a bit of a stir within, however your fearless determination had prevailed time and time again. nontheless, the issue in the background was only growing and the thirst could only be suppressed for so long. suddenly the sunshine over your skin did not feel as pleasant as it used to and the little taste you received by consuming regular human food was close to nonexistent. the culprit? unknown. reason? unknown. was it finally time for you to truly meet your grusome end? or is it another cruel challenge the fate decided to throw your way?

──── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

― mentor / creator [ 1/1 ] you never asked for it. you'd never wish this upon anyone and yet it happened. someone else stole this crucial decision from you and you were expected to simply accept it? accept that your newest reality was the hell you deserved to be living in? fate truly had a really interesting way of showing it... | taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― confidants [ 2/4 ] there was no place in your heart after the tragic accident that had changed everything for you. letting someone in ― letting anyone in only brought anguish and intensified a prominent longing for something that was long lost. then again, nothing ever meant to stay the same forever, right...? | taken by eve "evie" adair, sarai notchaiya ― trusted witch & warlock contacts [ 1/3 ] there was so much you could do without the help of your magic wielding friends. there was no denying it ― you couldn't enjoy your time outdoors in peace if it weren't for their assistance. there is a high chance you wouldn't even be where you were right now without them. being dependent on someone else was never in your bucket list, but did you really have a different choice? | partially taken by eve "evie" adair ― the curse of immortality [ 1/5 ] who said you couldn't relate to someone else who just happened to be stuck in this damned place for eternity? there is much to be shared, learned and experienced together after all. so at this point, why should you suffer alone? | partially taken by abraham “ abra ” milton ― hey, got a ciggie? [ 0/2 ] working in the emergency room is not for the faint of hearts. although you love the spontaneity and the unknown that comes with each patient that will be in need of different treatments, the shifts can easily get pretty hectic and next thing you know the axiety has reached the roof of your tolerance, threatening to breach your limits. that's where your dear co-workers come into play, distracting you enough with their small talk and lunch/smoking/coffee breaks for you to catch your breath again. there is gratitude there, although it is not often expressed out loud. still, you make sure to bring that to their attention in any way you possibly can. ― don't i know you...? [ 1/2 ] what's that wonderful face that just left the coffee shop moments ago...? there is no doubt you have seen them somewhere before, but when you try to trace back a potential name, your memory decides to shut down. surely there must be a reason for that? you were never the forgetful type, so why each time you'd like to address them, call out to them, nothing comes out? perhaps the issue was never about their current name... after all, we all do have to start our journey somewhere. who knows which name they'll be using in this lifetime. | partially taken by tamsyn "amalthea/'thea" grey ― my other annoying half [ 0/2 ] each time you are met with their face it forces a new set of snappy combacks out of you. you don't sugarcoat. you aren't holding back one bit. everything you say is meant to get on their nerves, push their buttons, drive them towards madness itself. yet neither of you seem to give up. no. they won't get the pleasure of witnessing you lose your last proper braincells. the clownery has just begun and you'll be the last one to put on your makeup. ― safe haven [ 0/1 ] the fierce streak of protectiveness has always been in your blood. there was never place of tolerance for any form of injustice in your eyes. so when your paths crossed a certain knowing was established within your being. no harm of any kind was to come to this person. you weren't always able to protect those you loved the most, but protecting one... that you can do.

― it's all your damn fault [ 0/2 ] it can take very little for you to become your messy self, especially when it comes to new ruthless nature you aren't proud of. and these two just know how to get under your skin, push the right buttons to unleash the inner beast whether for something as fucked up as for fun or any other reason that's unknow to you. nonetheless, one is clear from the start ― they do not have pure intentions at heart when it comes to you nor care about the consequences that will end up accompanying their foolish actions. ― i'll see you around, then? [ 0/3 ] messy is what most of your relationships could be described as. or hook-ups, rather, would be more fitting in this case. you try your best to keep it as casual as it can be, yet it doesn't always go according to the plan, does it? ― so... are we friends or? ( potential slow-burn ) [ 0/1 ] you could easily identify and count the same main emotions that happen to be a part of your agenda at least once a day on your fingers. this, however, you cannot label. has it been too long of a time for you to recall the proper name and meaning of this feeling? deep appreciation is what has to be. you are sure of it. besides, they must be feeling the same if that playful grin and a particular glint in their eyes whenever you meet is of any indication. when has some harmless teasing ever been a culprit of any kind..?

[arhaaong]

#ARHAAONG: if there was anyone to ever get through this life with their heart still intact, they didn't do it right.

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BASICS

full name: jordan arhaa warren ong

nickname: just arhaa

age/date of birth: 37 / may 8th, 1987

zodiac sign: taurus ☼ libra ☾ cancer ↑

gender identity: cis man (he/him)

hometown: hermosa beach, california

current location: wilmington, nc

neighborhood: wrightsville beach

time in town: since february, 1999 till 2005, then back on april 2013

sexual orientation: demisexual

occupation: author

PERSONALITY

labels: the phoenix, the benefactor, the mediator

positive traits: gentle , reliable , caring , trustworthy , allocentric , dutiful

negative traits: obstinate , reticent , stubborn , secretive , deceitful

hobbies: cooking, reading, musical theatre, camping, sports, volunteering

languages spoken: english, malay, french

instruments played: guitar, piano

favorite color: blue, red, green

favorite food: anything, but specially pies (he has memories attached to pies)

allergies: n/a

APPEARANCE

height: 6'1

distinguished characteristics: multiple scars throughout his body; a blink and you’ll miss it type of situation. some are from childhood and barely noticeable if you look closely whilst the most prominent ones are around 4 years old, situated in his ribs. there is no itemized list yet, but it is something he is acutely aware of.

tattoos: aphoenix on his back, a minimalist tattoo from the song ‘from eden’ by hozier where the word idealism sits in a small prison and it’s located on his left ribcage, the date of his mom’s passing and his sibling’s disappearance on his chest, the phrase ‘when i was drowning, that’s where i could finally breathe’ on his right forearm. ( ref )

piercings: n/a

right or left-handed?: right-handed

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: robert warren (whereabouts unknown), lili ong (deceased)

sibling(s): johan warren (deceased) (there may be half siblings, who knows?)

children: two adoptive children, a six year old called mia and a a thirteen year old called jack

pet(s): a seven year old labrador named pollux

other family members: tbd

BIOGRAPHY

tw: death, car accident, substance abuse

It’s easy falling in love with the sun when all you know is darkness. That much Robert Warren learned when he first met Lili Oong, a ballet dancer who was in California as the new ballerina for Los Angeles Ballet who had moved recently from a little town called Kismet Harbor, Oregon. Her warmth eclipsed the harrowing black hole in his chest the moment he laid eyes on her and so, he asked her out on a date that same night. 3 months later, Lili was moving in with him after a shotgun wedding and a positive pregnancy test on her hand, giving up her dreams of becoming a worldly-known dancer for a bigger dream of hers: becoming a mother. 

The first few months were a dream; with Robert landing a promotion and Lili having an easy enough pregnancy, using all her newlyfound free time to enrich herself with tools to help her become the mother she never had. Soon, however, their luck changed and their future was forever shifted. 

Robert, savvy in his ways but with darkness lurking deep within his soul, was offered a new business venture when an old friend of his opened his mind to the world of the fabrication of off-the-shelve opioids. Knowing soon he'd have a child to take care of and money would stretch thinner than it already was, he agreed without telling his wife and mother-to-be, ultimately becoming a consumer as well as a maker and a seller. The fairytale began to crack, the man who had once been charming and loving became cold, distant and began showing a violent and angry nature that had been unknown to Lili who by now was due to give birth at any day.

Arhaa was born in Hermosa Beach, California into an already broken household with a negligent, abusive, narcissistic father and a loving and caring but mentally exhausted mother who had sadly been drawn to the world of opioids addiction by her very own husband (who made a living out of not only dealing but fabricating said drugs) only a few weeks after giving birth to her second son; Adam. Although the family lead a chaotic and rather dramatic life, the two siblings became inseparable from the very first day Arhaa held his little brother in his arms and vowed to protect him. Despite the trials and tribulations that came with their upbringing, the two siblings had quite a normal childhood. With their father disappearing every other day the remaining three members of the family did their best with what they were handed; providing eachother the love and support they needed to get by with their mother working tirelessly to provide for her family while Arhaa did his best to take care of his little brother, only a few years his junior. Their lives changed a few months after Arhaa's 12th birthday when their father arrived home after yet another escapade to inform his wife he was leaving for good to never return. Free at last, the mother of two packed all the essentials, sell the home her children had grown up in and decided to move the family to Wilmington, her hometown. For a while, the new breath of fresh air worked on their favor; bringing the cursed family a new wave of tranquillity they hadn't known before thanks to the Ong family, yet it was short-lived the day the siblings found their mother passed out on the living room coming from school, lips blue and skin translucid and cold to the touch; he was pronounced dead on the way to the hospital. Unbeknownst to her children and her family, she had been on a battle with substance abuse since Arhaa's birth and it had finally caught up to her, leaving her children heartbroken and alone.

Arhaa's aunt, his mother's sister, decided to take the two siblings in in honor of her sister and although they learned to love and care for eachother in the long run and it ultimately reshaped the way the eldest viewed love and family, the first few years were difficult for everyone involved as each member of the family was in their own way, dealing with the grief of losing the most important person in their lives. One of Arhaa's methods to cope with his new reality became planning for his future; from high school grades and activities and a part-time job to save money, he planned an escape route: NYU. He worked tirelessly for the next two years to earn a spot in the prestigious school and was rewarded with not only an acceptance letter but a partial scholarship.

The eldest Ong sibling moved to New York for college leaving his little brother with a promise: he'd work hard to build a life and a home in the new city and once Adam was done with school, he'd move in with him and they could leave their past behind them. For two years, Arhaa spent his mornings attending lessons and his evenings and nights working two, sometimes three jobs to hold his end of the bargain and find a home the two siblings could share only for Adam to ultimately decline the offer, claiming he was better off in Wilmington. With no room to overthink or even discuss the issue, the eldest sibling spent the next year dedicating his full attention to college, ultimately graduating with a major in English Literature and a minor in Creative Writing. It took a couple years and a few odd jobs here and there for the writer to fully earn a space in the New York literary society ultimately making friends with an indie publishing company's owner that upon reading his very first draft of a book, offered him a deal to publish it the minute he was done editing it. At age 25, Arhaa saw his biggest dream brought to fruition when his first novel was published, quickly gaining enough momentum to become a moderate success not even 4 months after its publication.

In a streak of luck, the indie publishing company that initially trusted in him and his vision offered him a new deal to become an associate, offering him a third of the company and a new contract for his next books. The now renowned author happily accepted and worked tirelessly for an entire year on both his next book and signing new talent, wanting nothing more than making other's dreams come true.

A little after his 26th birthday with a bestseller and a deal for three more books, Arhaa decided to move back to Wilmington to both work on his second novel and to be closer to his brother. It was then that he met Safia De Castilla, his brother's girlfriend. Their relationship began friendly; like any big brother, Arhaa was rather concerned of his brother and how the life they had had affected them and knowing there was someone who cared about the youngest as much as as he did was comforting and quickly he found himself drawn to the woman, establishing a friendship with her. Things turned sour when romantic feelings got involved from both sides and hard as they both tried to erase them and move on with their lives, it got to a point when denying themselves and how they felt about eachother was impossible. A plan had been made: he was to confess himself to his brother with no hopes other than a clean mind. Acutely aware of the wrath this would unleash, his process of grief for the relationship he once had with his brother started way sooner than he had expected however, life would prove to be the cruelest jokester when, on his way to see Arhaa and Safia, the youngest Ong sibling was killed in a car accident only a few miles away from his final destination. The news were soul-shaking for everyone involved and it send Arhaa into a spiral as he had lost both his best friend and the woman that he loved in the same night after Safia, in her own grieving process, decided to cut ties with him.

For months, he let his pain guide him. Drinks, parties, drugs and bodies passed through him in an attempt to heal wounds that had followed him from birth with little to no result. He'd live life with just enough conscience to get by and spend most nights wide awake, turning in bed letting each and ever skeleton in his closet keep him company in pain and anger. He let grief write his second novel, pouring out every part of him in his magnum opus that ultimately became his salvation. With the help of that second body of work and therapy, slowly but surely the author pulled himself out of the dark whole he made for himself and allowed himself to let go of some of the pain and heartache when he published his novel, two years after his brother's accident earning him another best seller weeks before its release.

Time passed and with enough help, his life began to make sense again. He cemented his name as a renowned author and made a life in his Wilmington; got a dog that became his trusty companion and closest confidant and on his 30th birthday, Arhaa decided to give his life a new spin by becoming a foster parent, both to play a homage to his family who took him in and his brother when they needed it the most and wanting to be that safe space for kids who needed it. ears of preparing and waiting for the right pick later, he welcomed Jack and Mia into his home, the first children who were put under his care; their tragic story a mirror of his own, their pain and fear something he could not only relate to but was personally affected by. With enough care and love, Arhaa managed to gain the children's love the author managed to get their trust and later on their love, ultimately asking for their consent to fully adopt them as their own so they could become the family the three of them had been searching for their whole lives and officially becoming their adoptive father at age 35.

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[ ☼ ] ↬ graced by the sun ; visage

[ ☼ ] ↬ she cheers for you with such sincerity ; open starters

[ ☼ ] ↬ phoenix rising ; aesthetics

[ ☼ ] ↬ student file ; dossier & headcanons

[ ☼ ] ↬ trendsetter ; bandwagons

[ ☼ ] ↬ unspoken ; ooc

[ ☼ ] ↬ she needs no introductions ; pinned

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                                                  tag dump for bak sungjae!

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    ↠ robin buckley tag dump

             FUCK a silver lining.

☼ robin buckley. | fuck a silver lining. | dossier.

☼ robin buckley. | i was not made to be subtle. | musings.

☼ robin buckley. | see me not for my beauty; see me for the natural disaster i am. | visage.

☼ robin buckley. | here comes the sun. | playlist.

☼ robin buckley. | never apologize for burning too brightly. | ask memes.

☼ robin buckley. | you could rattle the stars if you only dared. | adventures.

☼ robin buckley. | i can and i will. | all posts.

🗲 ooc. | created by me.

🗲 ooc. | ali speaks.

[sarastuss]

¹⁰. APPEARANCE STUDY : SARASTUS, THE NEW SUN.

[fauxfinale]

cheer cutie - marilyn fenix

[maledictus-maleficus]

           Tags.

[blocdlust]

(  jung eun chae  .  agender  .  they & them  )       ✧       entering through oldham’s shore,  we’ve spotted  park jisu,  as usual carrying their INHERITED CUSTOM LEATHER FINGERLESS GLOVES.  the tides had let us know they’re a  thirty-two  year old  werewolf  with their sun in capricorn,  and their day mostly occupied by  managing and training @ fists of fury.  the spring breeze whispered they quite enjoy  the soreness of muscles after a long day of training; a cool spring breeze at the crack of dawn; the cause of ripples due to stones coming into contact with still water,  which might or might not be responsible for their  considerate, perfectionist, headstrong, reclusive  nature.  jisu  is  an oldham local,  yet the ocean’s waves brought us tales about them regardless,  about how they  were bit soon after swift return to oldham to look after their grandma, struggle in taming their inner beast during full moons despite their self-control, constantly spend after hours at their traning center in pursuit of unreachable perfection.  although we can never know for sure when it comes to oldham,  in the end,  it could be only rumors,  right ?

     dossier. ( carrd ) visage. threads. musings.

──── 𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑺 .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄. park jisu 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒. j. 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐄 & 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. thirty two / december 28th, 1982 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐀𝐆𝐄. ten years ( 10 ) 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇. oldham, haventown 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄. oldham haventown 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. owner & trainer @ fists of fury 𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄. capricorn ☼ virgo ☾ leo ↑ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑. agender 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒. they & them 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘. baby gay (closeted) 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒. werewolf

──── 𝑨𝑷𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 .

𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌. jung eun chae 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. brown 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑. black 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 5’7 / 170 cm 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂(𝐒) calloused hands due to excessive training / fighting, a pile of drenched shirts in the washing bin resting next to the washing machine, occasional bruises in various parts of the body, displeased frown acoompanied by focused, sharp analytical gaze. custom made leather fingerless gloves adjusted around one's hand for a perfect fit. 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄. as most of the time jisu spends at the training center, the regular outfit one would see them wear would be sleeveless sports shirts and black leggings. if those were not the case, they'd just find anything that would not restrict too much of body movements. outside of the gym jisu preferred loose shirts with the sleeves rolled back, all kinds of jackets, especially denim and bomber jackets. during colder days, they wouldn't shy away from picking out a turtleneck as well.

──── 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑺 .

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. park daehyun (father - alive), park jimin (mother - alive) 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. park mari (grandma - alive) 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. n/a. 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐍𝐄𝐑(𝐒). tba. 𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. tba.

──── 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 .

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆. burn by 2wei & edda hayes 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. considerate, headstrong, loyal, responsible 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒. perfectionist, reclusive, self-critical, detached 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄. quality time, acts of service 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓. neutral good 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈. ISFJ

──── 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑺 .

- tba !

──── 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘.

trigger warning for: mention of mental disease (alzheimers)

you were born on a quiet chilly december morning to a family of fighters. being the only child, you soon realized the humongous responsibility and a sense of duty that would come with in a position such as this. you did not feel any resentment towards your parents because of it. fairness was something that was instilled in you from the very early days. it's like a particular moral compass software was installed right from the get-go, allowing you to master swift decision making when it came to sorting rights and wrongs in appropriate boxes. barely a couple of years following your birth, your parents decided to move from oldham to the closest city, the only explanation being the parents' concern for their child and wish for better opportunities when it came to studies and eventually a sustainable career. you didn't really have a say in that matter given your age at the time, but as you grew older, the only thing that felt off for you was the fact that your parents decided to leave grandma mari in oldham where she has been living her entire life. being the caring and responsible child, you raised your concerns, but the only response you received from your mother was a low mutter about some rumors and how supposedly oldham was not the right place for children. despite your better efforts to dig deeper, you were not able to get anything out of your mother aside from that cryptic statement. so you ended up letting the subject go. there was so much to do and the entire world was in front of you. it would really be a shame to not make the best out your time here. right after your sixth birthday, you started showing interest towards a variety of martial arts. your father, daehyun, did not find it odd at all, given his notable past as a famous taekwondo fighter. although he and your mother wished for you to follow your father's footsteps, a different field called your name. boxing. it was something about the activity that captured your attention like nothing else had at that time. you have seen other people box while watching television. it reminded you a lot of the video games that many of your friends played at the time. if you were to fight like one of those characters in those video games everyone kept so gushing about, who would be able to stop you once you became a master of such craft...? so, the following year your parents assisted you in finding the best boxing coach in the city, allowing you to train with them for five days a week. with a clear destination in mind, you eventually finished school with honors, however by then a unique opportunity arose and it just happened to be one you couldn't miss out on. as soon as high school became a memory of the past, you volunteered to join military forces. fighting for a cause and protecting those you love has always been your primary goal and it just so happened that becoming a soldier was a combination of both. as expected, without any hesitation you took up the offer which indicated the beginning of the 'real world'. you were about to learn just how brutal and tough real world looked like and that was going to serve you as a testament of your grounded and disciplined nature. this was your life for many years. too many, perhaps. you did not have a specific serving duration in mind once you enlisted, but looking back to it now, one thing had led to another and so twelve years later you found yourself a captain and second in command of a sub-unit of up to a hundred and twenty soldiers. at this point the military base was your second home. you thrived there. you were recognized and respected. you had a noble purpose. and most importantly, you did what you did best. fight.

a sudden call from a hospital came as a surprise one morning. the doctor had informed you about your grandma's illness and how your parents had refused to return to the town to care for mari. instead, they had provided your number in case anyone would come looking for assistance. a deep disappointed sigh had slipped your lips. cowards were what they were. they were always the ones preaching about duty to one's family, responsibility. discipline. and look at them now. a couple of mice hiding under a broom. so terrified the broom threatened to fall due to all the shaking caused. it seemed as though it was time for you to return home. one you sadly did not remember. not from your own experience, at least. there was a photo album that your parents brought during the moving so you had an idea of what the town looked like. and where to get there. so, that was a solid start. you delved into the unknown once more as there was no telling for how long you'd be staying there. as long as it was necesary, you thought to yourself. if everyone else refused to do what was right, the duty now rested upon your shoulders to restore the uneven balance. besides, it has been a long long time and you have missed your dear grandma. the town looked exactly like in the pictures of the family album. from the looks of it, it had not aged a day which by itself was quite bizarre. then again, tiny details like these did not stop you from achieving your current goal. you had always wondered why your grandma was living near the mountains at a distance from the locals of the town. perhaps she flourished in her hermit nature like yourself, taking every chance of solitude she could. knowing this, how could you possibly judge her for it? better yet, judge her at all? alzheimers is a nasty disease as you soon learned upon your arrival. there was gratefulness for the doctor who had reached out when they did as your support now was a crucial part of mari's survival. you spent entire two weeks with her, making sure she was eating well, taking her meds and was in high spirits. you'd be lying if you said you did not enjoy caring for someone as dear to you as mari. it made you realize how much you have missed out when it came to your actual family. although a tiny whisper deep down told you that it might just be too late now, but you'll try to make the most of this given time regardless. somehow, you always did. the first month went smoothly. you escorted mari outside and even took her to explore the town. what took you off guard was bumping into a family friend, as he had introduced himself. a friend of mari's, who was now about to retire and had a boxing & training center that needed managing. a certain sparkle in your eyes returned at the thought of boxing and your fond childhood memories. could this be... a sign? was this how your story would conclude? you did not get a chance to offer yourself as a candidate when mari mentioned just how brilliant you were at boxing back in a day. and just like that... it was a done deal. an owner and trainer of a boxing & training center... the titles sounded strange on your tongue, like it was not the reality you were expecting. nonetheless, a fire was brewing within you. many plans, goals to achieve. you were pretty rusty when it came to boxing, but it was yet another excuse to get down there and make that place your own. that's exactly what you did the following day, spending all of your time setting up equippment that was already there, checking out the building itself, the layout, reviewing potential training plans. it was a perfect beginning. an almost perfect beginning, that is.

that same late evening you were making your way back to mari's which was surrounded by the woods on one side and the mountains on the other. it wasn't the most comforting place to be at the time, but it did not scare you enough for you to stop. that did end up being one major mistake on your part. you had not even traveled half-way when odd sounds coming from the woods reached you. it was a matter of time and your flight or fight response. the soldier in you commanded you to stand your ground. on the other hand, whatever was left of logic in your brain told you to leave. in the end it wouldn't have mattered. because the speed of the animal had overtaken you quicker than your muscle memory could ever catch up. a humongous wolf jumped out of the woods tackling you to the ground as a sharp pain of a bite was inflicted upon your body. simply unbelievable. an article title popped up in your mind. park jisu, thirty-two, military captain found dead in he middle of remote road covered in wolf bites. yeah... no. that was not happening. a terrifying realization hit you. for once, you were not in control of the situation and of your own condition. were you to perish on this road, you had no say in it. fated birth, fated death. that's as pretty ironic as it is fitting. good news. or rather, bad. you did not pass away. quite the opposite. strange sensations had overtaken your body and your spirit, one you did not recognize. it scared you to no end, but you hid the bite from mari once you returned. there was no point in worrying her. you'll manage. you did not. the first year, of whatever the hell that wicked transformation was, was nothing more than agony. the wolf that had bit you eventually tracked you down, offering an apology and a spot in their pack. of course you refused. refused everything in fact, given your stubborn stupid nature. you did not wish to do anything with them. yet you could not stand nor control your inner beast especially when full moon came around the corner. you did what you were capable of doing best in such scenario. you locked yourself up in a basement of some abandoned house whenever full moon popped up in the sky. it was a miracle how you'd end up in the same basement after the effects of the moon would fade. barely no collection of what on earth the beast did each time. were people hurt? were you? it was one big mystery, but it worked for some time. so that was your new normal. your main focus being the training center and mari, you spent almost all of your time busying yourself and minding your own business. you did not have to meet a lot of people aside from your clients. but it was nice from time to time to be reminded you were not the only person creature in the town. you noted how time seemed to slow down after your transformation and that brought you some peace. perhaps that was the worst of it. maybe it was finally time to have a proper start. or was it...? surely things couldn't get any worse than they already were... right?

──── 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

― mentor [ 1/1 ] serious support is necessary. and fast. yet you aren't doing anything about it. is it obvious to others? you can't tell. but the fact remains ― you are a lost cause and it's only a matter of time until you reach the point you cannot come back from. | taken by altan demirel ― employees @ fist of fury [ 0/3 ] there is so much one person can do. supernatural or not. managing the training center is one thing, training is another. multitasting is not a true obstacle for you, though seeing more and more potential clients coming in one by one does nothing to decrease that rapidly building anxiety. ― confidants [ 0/2 ] due to your extremely reserved nature, it is incredibly hard for anyone to get close to you. however, it is not impossible with some effort invested. who knows who you might meet along the way, perhaps these two will completely change not only your life but your outlook on what potential friendships could look like. ― rivals [ 0/3 ] as grounded and levelheaded as you'd like to think you are, these always gets on your nerves despite your best efforts to ignore them. there is this raging need to prove them wrong, put them in their place and remind them of the harsh reality of this world. who are they to revel in luxuries of this town without moving as much as a finger? ― gym regulars / drinking buddies [ 0/2 ] there is so much you can take on excruciatingly long monday morning. or any morning, really. these are the ones you actually are looking forward to meeting and hanging out with, as odd as it may sound. it is chill, both of you have your own space. it is calm, at last. no wonder you keep wanting to repeat those moments at the bar or the comfort of your own homes. why shouldn't you allow yourself a moment of relaxation after all your consistent efforts? ― clients @ fist of fury [ 0/5 ] you want them to succeed. they believe in you, thus they show up several times a week for you to show them a trick or two so they could punish their partner for not doing the dishes the previous night. some actually want to feel safe in the streets late at night and self-defence is solely the reason they are here for. whatever the reason, your level of determination and mastery of skill remains the same. ― thanks for the bloody nose, arsehole! [ 0/1 ] the classic bad influence. as strategic and grounded as you are... whenever they show up, all of that suddenly vanishes in the thin air. they are the inspiration and the cause of the best or the worst of ideas and yet you two will commit to them anyways. because who are you if not a determined stubborn kinda mean brawler at heart? ― the damsel in distress [ 1/2 ] you are no true fighter if you haven't saved at least one life. military training is all fun and nice practice, however it is not the actuality of the real world. what happens when someone gets cornered in a dark alleyway of a bar? what happens when someone is being subtly bullied into submission without anyone noticing or caring enough to do something about it? you step up. you step up and put them in their place in such a way that the culprits would not dare repeat the same mistakes twice. | partially taken by sarai notchaiya

― younger sibling figure [ 0/1 ] you've always wondered what it would've felt like to have a sibling. a part of you feels it is quite fitting for you to be the only child. it is how you operate best, after all. you started buying into your own statements, seeing yourself as less than, not being worthy of an older sibling title. but what if fate granted you another chance to prove yourself capable of not only taking care of someone perhaps younger or smaller than yourself, but to start believing in your own ablities once more. ― gay panic intensified [ 1/1 ] you've never really paid much thought to the prospect of having a partner. there just wasn't anyone who captured your attention in that specific way. no one who had gotten under your skin in the right of moments. no one who pushed you to your limits so shamelessly you've begun loosing your footing. a soldier like yourself did not waver. not because of anyone. that is until they showed up at your traning center, ready to prove you wrong every chance they got which in turn only ended up riling you up even more. as talented and as gorgeous as they might appear, you weren't going to let them ruin this place. ruin you and leave you in pieces. or... were you? bold statements required bold actions and thus far... you haven't even gotten the courage necessary to make eye contact with them. talk about strategic play. oh, wait. that has already went out the window the second they stepped foot inside this center. | taken by louison "lou" mhasalkar

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[sarastuss]

¹³. APPEARANCE STUDY : SARASTUS', EYES.

[sarastuss]

⁰⁴. APPEARANCE STUDY : SARASTUS, THE NEW SUN.