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♚ // Face Claim
Full name Face Claim: Seo Yea-ji
Group/Band/Occupation: Actress
Nationality: Korean
Faceclaim age: 34
♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: Rome wasn’t built in a day – but it burned in one.
l Full name character: [literally translated from their native tongue] Babylon the Great
l Nickname: None.
l Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): demon realm named Niaxevar [translates to Skeletal Valley in human tongues]
l Age: Unknown/unrecorded
l Date of Birth: Unknown/unrecorded [during the inception of Niaxevar]
l Gender: Gender-fluid
l Preferred Pronouns: They, them
l Race: Demon
l Sexual Orientation: Pansexual/Aromantic
l What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Niaxevarian (native), native-level of any human language
♚ // Character ; Appearance
l Skin Color: Fair
l Eye color: Green [brown in current vessel]
l Scars: None visible to the naked eye [a slit from the neck to the abdomen visible in their ‘true form’ to non-humans]
l Piercings: None
l Tattoos: None
l Hair color: [true form] Fiery ginger; [current vessel] Black
l Abnormalities: NoneHorns/ wings/ etc.: None
l Transformed form: None
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: Extroverted, ambitious, deceptive, manipulative, patient, hedonistic
l Likes: wine, wintertime, horseback riding, blue roses, accessories
l Dislikes: cheap dining places, extremely hot temperatures, hunters or priests or both (naturally), anything pumpkin-flavored, narrow spaces.
l Manias: Not really, if you exclude the tendency to find and drive absolutely mad at least one poet per century.
l Phobias: Not a fear, but they really, truly dislike narrow places.
l Animal: Crow.
l Religion: N/A
l Favorite song: Leonard Cohen – You want it darker
l Vice: Wrath
l Virtue: Diligence
Personality description:
Babylon has an oppressive and overwhelming energy: they are callous, yet, paradoxically, soothing. Although they are Niaxevar’s ancient evil, Babylon is, however, nowhere near as fickle as, for instance, the realm’s highest and finest ranks.
Mystery considers themselves a much worse fate. They leave the blood and gore to others, and resort to temptation and corruption. Interestingly, however, Babylon’s stance toward mortal creatures, human or not, has been much more forgiving. Blaming their ill-fate to unknown forces is often their forte, Babylon has noticed, and what philosophy would be more suitable for Babylon to agree with?
♚ // Character ; Powers
Magical Powers:
l Soul Corruption – This ability affects the majority of creatures, wherein humans are unable to resist it, while non-humans can resist to varying levels (most with a great deal of success). This is a passive ability, which means Babylon technically doesn’t control it. It means that any human-mortal soul that spends time around Babylon ends up succumbing to their darkest desires, whereas other creatures feel similar effects (that typically translates to occasional unease, an itch you can’t seem to scratch, long-forgotten desires and wishes unsurfaced, etc.), though are able to keep their soul intact. In essence, humans tend to either go fully mad and perish, or they go to the darkest depths of their souls and succumb to a life of crime and wickedness (thus losing their soul). Non-humans are inconvenienced and tempted at best.
l Mimicry – This is another passive ability that allows Babylon to imitate any spoken language of the people they live around.Biokinesis – Babylon’s only ‘active’ ability allows them to manipulate livings things like plants and animals around them on a molecular level. It can be thought of 'transfiguration’, meaning these things won’t be destroyed, just 'changed’. The ability does not affect humans or non-humans, much to Babylon’s dismay.
l Possession – (semi-active) – the ability to possess a body and use it as a vessel.Non-magical Powers:Aside from enhanced senses, Babylon is quite skilled at sword and/or knife fighting.
Weaknesses:
l Holy Grounds – Babylon cannot enter consecrated grounds of any religion.
l Devil traps – While regular 'demon traps’ can’t hold them, more sophisticated ones can.
l Exorcism – As any demonic creature, Babylon can be exorcised
♚ // Character ; The Teacher / Staff
l Class they teach: Ancient Runes
l Teaching style: Laid back
l Previous teaching experience: Technically none, but Babylon has tutored humans and magical creatures alike in the past
♚ // Character ; The Past
l Date of Birth: Unknown
l Date of Death: N/A
l Crime Record: Too many to count.
l Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No
Background:
[The following is a collection of excerpts from texts—either translated or in the original language. The oldest of the scripts is as of yet undated and it was penned by an unknown author, whereas the rest have been taken from undated letters, diary entries and re-told stories, penned by other largely unknown writers, with the exception of an Italian monk by the initials of F.L in the 12th century, then in the 18th century an English-born sailor with the initial W.S, as well as by a young Turkish poetess who wrote under the name of Hatice, roughly in late 19th century]
ooc warning: mis-gendering is present in the bio.
ONE. Once upon a time, there was- That is at least how the stories of our forefathers and mothers used to begIn; once upon a time, far removed from the ones we exist in presently. Yes, it’s the most befitting opening for the creations of our imagination. But, this is no story - but a warning: warning to all those who choose to read this story which my grandmother told me. Perhaps, if you look away now - you won’t burn.
At a time when mankind knew no concept of the divine there existed—in the wake of a marvellous explosion—another world. This world, where chaos reigned supreme, was not much different than ours. Its residents were fickle, fiery, charming, and conniving. Their rulers, unlike ours, were imperfect, much like their creation.It is said the these demonic rulers resided within the darkest corners of that world, shrouded in the original darkness that they’d spawned from. The demons, consisting of three brothers, two sisters, and a sixth of whom few dare to speak, were an ambitious bunch, and selfish in their allocation of power.
The youngest assumed to be named Babylon, who’d been tasked with maintaining the balance of the Original Darkness, had been promised an equal share of their realm, and a seat at the table of her siblings. But to keep that seat, Babylon - who’d been rebellious by nature - had to dutifully perform this task, day after day, century after century.Yet, it wasn’t enough. For Babylon, whose hunger for power expanded eternally, it’d never suffice. And when she asked for what was promised, time and time again, she was denied. And so, Babylon came to an understanding: if she couldn’t have the world, no one could.
What happened next was a series of catastrophic events leaving this unknown world in utter desolation. The demon rulers, who were unable to stop it, hurried to salvage what was possible. Fearing Babylon’s might, the eldest executed a most cruel punishment: severing the youngest in half, he separated Babylon’s spiritual darkness from the corporeal one. The demons then left, leaving with Babylon’s essence and locking it away where, it was hoped, she’d never find it again. Half-destroyed and severely weakened, Babylon was thus forced into a nomadic life, in search of her other half - of her spirit, haunting one world after another in her wretched quest.
TWO. Babylon was some of the most extraordinary creatures I’d ever had the opportunity to meet. And if it hadn’t been for my brother’s selfishness and my mother’s generosity, perhaps I never would have.
Be as it may - truly, how spectacular they are. The stories they have told me have opened my eyes to the corruption within not just the walls of this house - but within the fabric of our declining community. I can see it all, more clearly when they are around, but I can see it: the decadence, the immorality, the utter absence of shame and the fear of God. Oh, how do these people not fear Him?Sometimes, when I go to bed at night, I can see Babylon. I can see their stunning green eyes and the shine of their fiery hair. I can hear their voice whispering the secrets of the world around me, showing it to me for what it really is: a wicked desolate place crawling with people that must be removed. Starting from my family. Ending with me.
THREE. My brother Mehmet has recently made a new friend. I can’t remember the friend’s name, though I am confident it may start with an I or a B. In any case, I’m not in any way impressed by this man. He is much too tall, nothing but skin and bones and just enough flesh to act as a cushion. I dislike his light eyes especially - and I’m not exactly sure why. Nevertheless. I wouldn’t be writing this if something out of the ordinary hadn’t happened. And I’m writing this so that I can look at it later, with a clearer mind. I had a dream about Mehmet’s friend. It was a bizarre dream in which I was in a different, darker world. A wasteland across which I walked for eternity, only to find, in the middle of this desert a throne - and upon the throne was Mehmet’s friend, adorned in a golden and purple attire, with a broken crown in his bloodied hands.
[the rest of the diary entry lost]
FOUR. Babylon was like a religious icon - someone you’d sacrifice yourself for. Lovely-eyed, with an unspeakable hunger that no one could satiate, they craved for what was theirs, for what was promised: The Universe. And so, as they turned to face those—myself included—who dared to inquire about their identity and who would soon regret asking, they showed a smile that could devour the world, and asked: Are you ready to burn with me?
FIVE (OOC NOTE): After spending several months teaching Ancient Runes at Insolitus Academy, Babylon was whisked away on personal agenda. After being tipped about the potential location of a specific artifact, the entity submitted a leave request for an uncertain period of time. Leaving their vessel Sarang behind, Babylon resumed their life as designer Helena Martinelli and settled in Italy for nearly a year, only to eventually return to South Korea, again as Moon Sarang, and reclaim her role as the Ancient Runes professor at Insolitus Academy.
♚ // Roleplayer[ optional ]
l Time zone: GMT+2
l OOC! Triggers: None
l Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Dark fantasy, horror, slice of life, occasional splatterpunk
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♚ WELCOME HOME - - - -
♚; // Please welcome Soo-Ahn to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Choi Wooshik
♚; // LIKES: rock, jazz & blues music, riding motorcycles, modernist fiction, eating out, hiking.
♚; //DISLIKES: cooking, hot weather, licorice candy, witches, cramped spaces.
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Fllo 101 ♚; // ROOM MATE: @minsu-ia
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♚ // Face Claim
Full name Face Claim: Choi Wooshikw
Group/Band/Occupation: Actor
Nationality: Korean
Faceclaim age: 34
♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself. (Murakami, 1Q84).
Full name character: Lee Soo-ahn
Nickname: his sisters call him Sunny, though Soo-ahn begrudges them for it
Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Salem, Massachusetts
Age: 32
Date of Birth: October 31, 1991
Gender: Male
Preferred Pronouns: He/him/his/they/them/doesn’t care
Race: (Junior) Warlock
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
What languages does your character speak?: English (native-level), Korean (native-level), Latin, working knowledge of ancient Greek and Aramaic.
What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native-level
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Growing paler as he ages.
Eye color: wears brown contact but his left eye is greenish-blue while the right is hazel brown.
Scars: Too many to count, made nigh-invisible using magic
Piercings: One per each lobe
Tattoos: Surprisingly, none
Hair color: Black
Abnormalities: none except for the heterochromia; he does have a birthmark shaped like the Sagittarius constellation on the back of his neck.
Horns/ wings/ etc.: …
Transformed form: …
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: untrustworthy, adventurous (dangerously so), cynical, rarely malicious though generally apathetic to those in need, punctilious, arrogant.
Likes: [ List 5 likes; no explanation needed ]: rock, jazz & blues music, riding motorcycles, modernist fiction, eating out, hiking.
Dislikes: [ List 5 dislikes; no explanation needed ]: cooking, hot weather, licorice candy, witches, cramped spaces.
Manias: not sure if it counts as a mania, but Soo-ahn is an avid collector of original literary editions and manuscripts.
Phobias: None in particular, except cramped spaces making him extremely uncomfortable
Animal: Raven
Religion: Yes, devoted to Nythrax, a deity worshipped by his Coven.
Favorite song: “Helter Skelter” by Rob Zombie is one of his favourites.
Vice: Pride
Virtue: Diligence
Personality description:
A man of infinite masks, each more beautifully deceptive than the last, Soo-ahn exudes a quiet charisma, the kind that draws people in - unassuming yet irresistible. He measures his every word, deliberates each gesture, drawing others in and into believing the warmth of his smile and the sincerity of his gaze.
But underneath the façade lurks something dark and ravenous. His ambition is an ever-festering wound, deep and unrelenting. For Soo-ahn—who is constantly hungry for more—every connection, acquaintance, friendship and romantic relationship is calculated, a means to an end.
Yet, it is in the quiet moments, when he is alone with his thoughts and when the silence becomes unbearable, that the cracks of his armour show. By now, it is impossible to ignore the decay inside him, no ignoring the price his soul has paid. He has learned to live with the rot but every now and then, when the warlock least expects it, a whisper in the back of his mind questions whether all his sacrifices have truly been worth it.
♚ // Character ; Powers
Magical Powers:
(used for rituals only) Spirit summoning: Soo-ahn can summon spirits & the undead given the fact his Coven are naturally-born necromancers
Magical inclination: As a warlock, he’s naturally inclined to magic, though he’s far more talented than his younger brother
Hexes: Soo-ahn has a particular love of hexes & curses
Non-magical Powers:
Muay Thai: Soo-ahn is a good practitioner of the martial art but-
Systema: -he has also been practising the ancient Russian fighting technique
Spatial awareness: Soo-ahn is *great* with orientation and cartography
Weaknesses:
Churches, holy grounds: self-explanatory as he is unable to tread holy grounds
Exorcists & Hunters: these beings pose danger to him as they could easily threaten his life
His own body: though physically strong and capable, Soo-ahn is rotting and slowly dying, making his own flesh-and-blood form an inherent danger to his spirit
♚ // Character ; The Student
Study Style: Soo-ahn is an extremely dedicated student, to the point of being obnoxious
Favorite class: Expert magic
Least favorite class: Russian
classes (5-8) :
Transfiguration
Expert Magic
Smiting & Armor Maintenance
Russian
Ancient runes
Theatre/drama (he was in a drama club through his education so far)
Woodworking class
♚ // Character ; The Past
Date of Birth: October 31, 1991
Date of Death: …
Crime Record: technically many broken laws across realms
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?
No
Background:
Lee Sooahn's presence had always been an unsettling paradox, an exquisite veneer that concealed the rot beneath.
Born to a line of powerful women-warlocks, he was the fifth child—and the first to be born with Nythrax’s mark. Though it was hoped the baby would be a beautiful little girl, a boy was born - almost a disappointment, resentfully embraced by his mother who mounted her - and her own mother’s, and her mother’s before her - colossal expectations from the young boy.
By thirty-two, he was the embodiment of grace, sharp intellect, and ambition, born to a family that was the epitome of respectability in the eyes of their suburban Massachusetts community. His Mommy baked cookies for the neighbourhood children, while his Mama led the local town meetings with a smile. His sisters, ever the gentle souls, dutifully followed in their parents' footsteps of pleasant mediocrity.
But behind the immaculate white-picket fence, in the flickering candlelight of secret chambers, the truth writhed. The coven to which they belonged worshipped powers far older than any god; they whispered in dead languages and sought to bring forth the return of a chthonic goddess. And from the day of his birth, Sooahn had been marked as her vessel.
Sooahn embraced the destiny bestowed upon him. He drank deeply from the coven’s corrupted teachings, warping his soul with black magic until the power coursed through his veins like a venomous current.
Yet with every spell cast, every ritual performed, a price was exacted. His insides decayed with each touch of the forbidden arts, bones turning brittle, flesh weakening beneath his flawless exterior. The rot gnawed away, hollowing him out in agonising silence. He knew that if he did not feed the ancient powers with the blood of innocents, he would become nothing more than a withered husk, his beauty turned to ash, his strength consumed by the darkness he wielded.
His loyalty to the coven was absolute, but somewhere, deep in the blackened pit of his soul, a question lingered: when the goddess arrived, would there be anything left of Lee Sooahn?
The answer to that question was locked within the labyrinth of arcane knowledge hidden in the magical academy to which the coven had sent him. It was here, amid the towering shelves of forbidden tomes and ancient scrolls, that Sooahn was tasked with uncovering the final key to the summoning ritual. His coven believed that buried within the academy’s archives lay the last piece of the puzzle, the spell that would open the gateway to the goddess’s realm. The coven had long been preparing, but now, they believed, the time was near — and Sooahn would be the one to unlock it.
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The home of superiority has a new member
♚; // Please welcome cupid Yuqi to our family at Insolitus Academy.
♚; // LIKES: Candy (specifically suckers), Physical touch, Spicy food, High places, Intimacy (even among friends)
♚; //DISLIKES: Rudeness, Mushrooms, Shouting in anger, Rainy days, Math of any sort
♚; // LIVES IN: Ciliz ♚; // ROOM: Ciliz XYZ apt 3 ♚; // ROOM MATE: @jeonjungkook-ia
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♚; // Please welcome tuanji Aethelyn to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Nana.
♚; // LIKES: Arts & crafts, summer, roller skating, cinnamon, nightly escapades.
♚; //DISLIKES: Narcissism, the smell of cigarettes/cigars, rain, the feel of silk, laziness.
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Freisi Chalet 03 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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♚; // Please welcome nagini Hyunjin to our family at Insolitus Academy.
Class they teach: Drawing & Painting
♚; // LIKES: Plants, Alcohol, Painting, Sunbathing, Archery
♚; //DISLIKES: Large bodies of water, churches, sparkling water, crowded areas, being bored
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Freisi Chalet 03 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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The home of superiority has a new member
♚; // Please welcome Demon Babylon to our family at Insolitus Academy.
Class they teach: Ancient Runes
♚; // LIKES: wine, wintertime, horseback riding, blue roses, accessories
♚; //DISLIKES: cheap dining places, extremely hot temperatures, hunters or priests or both (naturally), anything pumpkin-flavored, narrow spaces.
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Freisi Chalet 08 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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♚ WELCOME HOME - - - -
♚; // Please welcome Achti to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Seonghwa
♚; // LIKES: Swimming, nighttime, background music, fashion, walking barefoot
♚; //DISLIKES: Processed food, jeans, early mornings, untidy surroundings,
♚; // LIVES IN: Pidvone Misto ♚; // ROOM: Siniy Square nr. 503 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Park Seonghwa Group/Band/Occupation: Ateez Nationality: Korean Faceclaim age: 26 ♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: “don’t try to lay your adventurous love on my shipwreck soul”
Full name character: Achti Vilhelminpoika Alhava Nickname: Ava Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Light realm Age: 245 Date of Birth: Spring of 1779 ( they do not celebrate or keep track of birthdays ) Gender: Nonbinary Preferred Pronouns: They/them he/him Race: Demigod/siren Sexual Orientation: Pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it: Almost a native speaker
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Pale ( from not being in the sun ) Eye color: Pale blueish grey Scars: - Piercings: Earrings Tattoos: - Hair color: Originally silverish white but now turned black from grief, almost like it’d resemble a constant eclipse; a constant darkness Abnormalities: - Horns/ wings/ etc.: - Transformed form: When angered, his appearance changes; his face resembles that of a cracked porcelain doll, creating visions of pure horror. His hair seems to have a mind of its own, floating like he’s underwater. His entire body reminds one of the static of an old TV and his voice slightly echoes as unsettling air surrounds him
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits:
Elegant, melancholic, erratic, temperamental, captivating, reserved
Likes: Swimming, nighttime, background music, fashion, walking barefoot Dislikes: Processed food, jeans, early mornings, untidy surroundings, Manias: Eternal revenge Phobias: Descending to insanity Animal: Seahorse Religion: none Favorite song: Fujii Kaze – Shinunoga E-Wa Vice: Pride Virtue: Charity
Personality description: It seems there is always a before and after. The people who knew him before hardly recognise the person he is now, and the people who know him now see only glimpses of who he once was. While once softspoken, Achti has become quick tempered and someone who easily holds a grudge. He fixates on those negative emotions and lets them consume him entirely until they burst out in unhealthy ways.
He hasn’t known peace in years. The air around him crackles with tension and yet at night, he seems more comfortable within his body and like moonlight, he draws people in; though now it’s more like to investigate the damage, like he’s a car crash one can’t look away from. Occasionally, he also knows how to smile and laugh, joke even. He was once a very affectionate person, which can still be seen in the small actions; fixing a plate of food for someone he cares about or walking them home at night, enjoying taking care of others like a mama bird. The unresolved issues make him a tough person to deal with at times.
♚ // Character ; Powers Magical Powers:
Able to create small threads of golden yarn, though it’s nothing compared to his godly parent’s ability
During the night, he can sense travellers who are lost and his presence calms bodies of water. During those dark hours it’s also easier to spot there’s something otherworldly about him, though one can’t quite pinpoint it other than that he has an enchanting air about him
Non-magical Powers:
Can hold his breath underwater for 10 minutes: has lived his whole life surrounded by water and has spent as much if not more time in water than on land. His body has grown accustomed to this.
Great fisher and swimmer: his diet has heavily consisted of fish and he oftentimes hunted down fish himself ( his way of catching fish is using a spear )
Weaknesses:
Sensitive eyes: his light eyes take in too much light and hence are more sensitive to sunlight. While he can see well in the dark, during sunny days his vision feels nearly blurry and he tends to suffer from headaches
Fear of betrayal: still feeling bitter and ridiculed after his ex-lover’s betrayal, he’s unable to fully trust anyone around him. His fear and the bitterness have brought him to the brink of madness
Siren’s anger: whenever he gets angry, his entire aura shifts. His beautiful face begins to crack like a porcelain doll’s and visions of horror project from it. His hair begins to float like he’s underwater and the air around him feels threatening
♚ // Character ; The Villager
Job/Occupation: owner of a rage room in Pidvone Misto Lives in: Pidvone Lives in: Siniy Square nr. 503
♚ // Character ; The Past
Date of Birth: Spring of 1779 Date of Death: - Crime Record: -
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No
TW: sexual assault, abuse
Background:
It is said that the siren is the one who lures in others, not the other way around. But who enchants who when a siren and the goddess of the moon cross paths?
Hidden away from the rest of the world, in a realm with no humans, sirens had built themselves a city from stone and marble and it was like a kingdom of their own making, like a little piece of heaven. The city was built among water, each building surrounded by it, each house connecting to a pool of some sort. Waking up in the morning, they could simply step out of the backdoor, only to dive into the crystal-clear water. They lived in harmony, fishing for a living, children learning to swim almost before they learned to walk. But not everyone had the joy of having a child; a young couple had tried but they were never blessed. Each time the heartbreak that came with it divided them a little more.
The husband started taking nightly walks when the city was at its quietest, praying to any gods out there to give them a chance. What he did not expect to encounter was a woman so beautiful that everything else faded away when she was near; their affair started quickly and burned bright, so bright that it bore a child. When his wife found out about his betrayal, she was furious and saddened, one foot already out the until the child was brought home. A goddess of the moon cannot stay on Earth for long, her place was not among people, for she has obligations of her own. She believed she was fated to bear the child for them, to give them something they couldn’t otherwise have. The moment his wife laid eyes on the bundle, she was enchanted by the baby and from then on, she knew she was destined to be his mother.
They could not avoid rumours; of how the husband had succumbed to sin, for his wife had not been with a child before they introduced a newborn into their family. There were tales of him being the child of a goddess, but it was a laughable tale, one no one, including him at a later age, ever truly believed because no goddess would walk among such already beautiful and proud creatures. Yet, he had oddity about him even others noticed; he was a night dweller, and he showed no aging by the time others his age were already nearing elderly. But he grew up loved and happy; he was a meaningful part of their city as a food gatherer, and he even found love. The siren city was introduced guards from outside who were hired after an attempted attack. One of the guards was handsome and sweet and took a liking to the half-siren, their bond deepening the more they spent time together.
Every now and then, he asked him to leave with him. To see the world, to travel together. But the half-siren’s home was in the city where he knew everyone, where he’d grown up. Then, one night, all hell broke loose. He was woken up by his lover who told him that the city was under attack, people were being killed. The sirens had never been taught to fight; they had always lived peacefully. And so, he was taken from his home, his lover dragging him away while he screamed and cried to go back for his family and friends.
From then on, he lived with his lover. The guard promised him they would find who did it; the half-siren was to seduce people, lay with them, and once they were at their most vulnerable, the guard would tie them and question them. They travelled far and wide to find answers, but nothing seemed to come up. On their spare time, the guard taught him tricks; a few times in his life he had produced golden thread, a power he did not understand, one his parents had told him to keep secret. The guard knew something he wasn’t telling him and encouraged him to keep trying and overtime he gained more control over it, though he never knew where those threads went, or if they were something that would cease to exist after a while, going up in smoke.
Truth revealed itself far too late when one of the people he had lured in let something slip; his lover had been selling him, telling people that if they wanted to lay with a god, they were to pay him gold and they would get their chance. Afterwards, when he had already left the room so the guard could question them, he had in reality robbed the people, just like he had robbed the half-siren’s city. He had been the real danger; he’d heard of the tale of a son of a goddess living in a siren city, the tale more like a myth that he wanted to prove to be real. The half-siren’s world was shattered. Everything he once knew of love was stained with betrayal and everything he had once held dear was gone. He felt alone and hopeless, all because he trusted the wrong person.
The betrayal changed him. He was void of anything or anyone to care about and all he had left was the bitter taste of that. It was all he could think about, and that rage had nowhere to go. The only thing that could ease his corrupted mind was a promise of a revenge; never again would his ex-lover feel happiness. He would always be there like a shadow, hunting down his source of happiness and crushing it. While on his quest for revenge, he crossed paths with a demon who found his fire intriguing. They have worked together since, making exchanges when necessary, and it was while visiting that demon that he found Pidvone Misto which reminded him of his lost home.
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♚ WELCOME HOME - - - -
♚; // Please welcome back babylon to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Seo Yea-ji
♚; // LIKES: wine, wintertime, horseback riding, blue roses, accessories
♚; //DISLIKES: cheap dining places, extremely hot temperatures, hunters or priests or both (naturally), anything pumpkin-flavored, narrow spaces.
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Freisi Chalet 09 - ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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The home of superiority has a new member
♚; // Please welcome back angel Shiloh to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Hyunjin
♚; // LIKES: Americano coffee, the scent of petrichor, silk textiles, snakes (especially albino), white lilies
♚; //DISLIKES: Untidy spaces, the sound of trumpets, being interrupted, routine, being coerced in any sense
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Sunna Apartments 1d ♚; // ROOM MATE:
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Full name Face Claim: Hwang Hyunjin
Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids
Nationality: South Korean
Faceclaim age: 22
♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: “The only way to get rid of temptation is to yield to it.”
Full name character: Shiloh Yoram
Nickname: Mun refers to him as Shi
Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Heaven
Age: Unknown (appears to be in his early twenties)
Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)
Gender: Male
Preferred Pronouns: He/him/his
Race: Angel
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual
What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native like, due to his power.
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Pale
Eye color: Blue
Scars: None
Piercings: Multiple fake piercings that he changes all the time
Tattoos: None
Hair color: Blonde
Abnormalities: His fair complexion has a radiant touch to it, highly visible in sunlight. Its intensity tends to vary depending on the context, usually proximity to unholy places or engagement into sinful behaviours causing it to fade.
Horns/ wings/ etc.: Rich double wings and a luminous halo that can only be perceived by other supernatural beings and devout human believers.
Transformed form: None
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: Vain, captivating, ambiguous, blasé, intelligent, zealous
Likes: Americano coffee, the scent of petrichor, silk textiles, snakes (especially albino), white lilies
Dislikes: Untidy spaces, the sound of trumpets, being interrupted, routine, being coerced in any sense
Manias: Shiloh cannot stand overly cluttered and untidy spaces, so he makes sure to take extra steps in keeping his home neat.
Phobias: None
Animal: Weasel
Religion: Questioning it.
Favorite song: Måneskin - I wanna be your slave
Vice: Pride
Virtue: Diligence
Personality description:
Shiloh has a certain indifference to him, that of someone who has seen more than enough, yet all this passivity towards the world was turned into a high subjectivity, one that certainly resided within him from the very beginning. Shiloh is concerned about himself, hardly ever sparing a moment for another creature’s sorrow, which could conflict with his nature. This angel is no good, and has long ceased claiming to be so. He’s quite individualistic, making himself a priority above all. Regardless, Shiloh is not difficult to be around, although at first he might come off as reserved, as he is still foolishly refusing himself many desires. He is the kind that takes one step ahead and two backwards while testing waters, until finally taking a leap into whatever it is that sparkles his interest.
With quite an opinion of himself, the angel might come off as standoffish or arrogant, and this part of him only worsened the longer he mingled amongst humans. Shiloh is rather zealous and passionate, so once he has dedicated himself to something or someone, the extents of his devotion can reach heights that might even threaten his well-being, or the well-being of the person in question. There is a whole blaze that burns inside of him, and only time would tell what can happen once unleashed. Otherwise, he leads a rather calm and very comfortable life for now, as he’s put his knowledge to use for a greater good – his own greater good. He remains quite unfazed by most issues, even those that concern him directly, not dwelling too much upon risks and consequences. All in all, he is avid for new experiences as he questions his origins and so-called true nature.
♚ // Character ; Powers
Magical Powers:
Destiny knowledge – in virtue of his role as a guardian, Shiloh has access to an individual’s life, past, present and future all being revealed to him. Although he could alter outcomes, he is bound not to interfere so that the Creator’s plan would be carried out. It is, however, limited to the soul he is assigned to assist, or if otherwise summoned by the most skilled to grant spiritual guidance and protection.
Cosmic awareness – to a certain extent, Shiloh knows of all creatures and realms. In some cases, he possesses more in-depth knowledge, especially if it’s about beings he’s had direct contact with (such as demons). In most other cases he only has the basics concerning powers, spells, symbolism, artifacts and such. However, this does not apply to individuals, but rather to the class itself. He cannot know, upon simply encountering another being, what powers and weaknesses they have.
Peaceful passing – as the name suggests, Shiloh has the ability to grant someone a more peaceful passing, if he so sees fit. He can alleviate the agony of souls tormented by sin. In virtue of this power, Shiloh can contact reapers and negotiate the passing of a soul with them, if he is called to do so through special prayers when someone has a difficult passing.
Flight – self-explanatory, Shiloh can travel by flying.
Non-magical Powers:
Playing the harp and the flute, quite skilled at sculpting (he loves to make all sorts of clay figures).
Weaknesses:
Dark spawn – Due to his ambiguity, Shiloh is quite weak to the cunning tongues of dark spawn when it concerns his being. He is not necessarily easy to manipulate, but rather quite repressed in his passions, thus making him more prone to betray his faith.
Hubris – Everything about Shiloh’s personality and interests recalls an awful lot of those of fallen angels. His vanity and pride put him constantly on a fine line, yet so far he’s never overtly challenged his Creator. Nevertheless, he yearns for knowledge and power.
Spells and enchanted objects – There are certain spells or objects that can prevent Shiloh from interacting with a human’s soul. If cast or placed upon the body of the deceased, Shiloh wouldn’t be able to assist them through the soul’s passing. In similar fashion, one individual could employ such magic to cast him off as their guardian.
♚ // Character ; The Villager
Job/Occupation: Psychic
Lives in: Vighulir
Lives in: Sunna Apartments 1d
♚ // Character ; The Past
Date of Birth: Unknown (sometime around the 19th century A.D.)
Date of Death: N/A
Crime Record: Pristine so far.
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?
Yes
Background:
Frightful and dubious even to his own kind, with traits and tendencies that reminisced of the one whose name shall not be spoken, Shiloh has found himself incessantly in the midst of schemes and conspiracies. Cherished by his Creator, for most of his existence Shiloh has been assigned the role of guiding the souls of humans through the twenty aerial toll-houses, alongside their guardian angel. These peregrinations between Earth and Heaven left a significant impression upon him, little by little the seeds of spite and envy finding way inside his being. Countless were the times when Shiloh had to bite his tongue while passing from toll house to toll house with a double heart, not deeming the soul in his companionship fit for ascension. But the clench of his teeth and the remarks he’d oftentimes make about those spirits didn’t go unnoticed, bringing about a change that greatly displeased the angel.
Shiloh was a bit too orthodox, no pun intended, and highly righteous, following the will of his Creator to the letter, always diligent and quick to fulfill any assigned task. With such exemplary behaviour, he soon earned Their favour. Whenever off duty, the angel would pass time by playing the harp or the flute, two instruments he mastered to such heights that it made brows furrow and whispers go over parts of the Heavenly Kingdom, carrying concern and outright fright amongst those who had witnessed the Fall. Graced with beauty that even his kind would praise, the angel became the object of many’s suspicion, not only his aura shining over him, but also a sort of premonition, as if he was the one that would repeat a dreadful incident. With time passing, signs became difficult to ignore, and as Shiloh gave voice to his thoughts regarding his Creator’s mercy, distress took over parts of the kingdom. As if at any moment he could rise and lay claim upon the Throne.
Such thought never crossed the angel’s conscious, however. His spite lain elsewhere. aware of the many sins of humans, Shiloh couldn’t fathom sharing the same plane of existence as souls tainted by evil. They were not worthy of being in his presence, first and foremost, nor in the presence of his Creator. Why the latter chose to grant them such privilege was beyond him – it was unfair, too. And once They got wind of Shiloh’s complaints, a council has been held, for the signs were only becoming harder and harder to ignore. As they debated Shiloh’s fate, an unexpected guest paid them visit, one that made of the angel the object of a twisted bet. The hall shivered in fear as many saw in that gamble a prophecy to be fulfilled. Shiloh received his new condition with great offense, lamenting his ill fate to his Creator and accusing Them as the sole and unique responsible for such misery – the first act of overt defiance. The first time Shiloh cursed Their name under his breath.
Repurposed as a guardian angel and thus compelled to be in close proximity with the earthly world, Shiloh was to prove the strength of his devotion and the power of his will. Whether or not he would keep by his Creator’s side or renegade Their name was the object of said bet, many being certain of the latter outcome. Disguised as a humbling experience, the angel took it as a great offense and a damnation to misery. Humans’ life, however, proved to be far more interesting to him from certain points of view, and it didn’t take long before Shiloh began experiencing some of the fleshly urges, yet his faith was strong, unshakable. No temptation was too great for him to resist. All was to change when assigned the last human he’s assisted before his arrival at Insolitus, an intelligent, ambitious and charismatic woman that captivated him with her endeavours. Through her, Shiloh has seen how an earthling can acquire and use the knowledge of stars and cards as to offer others spiritual guidance. All that he knew, she did too, and he could only witness in awe the accuracy of her readings. However, she was fated a tragic end, one that Shiloh couldn’t possibly lead her to. After countless hours of inner conflict, the angel took the decision to disobey his Creator and interfered with her destiny, an act of defiance that would certainly ensure him a grim punishment.
With her passing and the menace of penalty looming over his head, the angel chose not to ascend back to Heaven, instead immersing himself completely into the world of humans. In her memory, and taking advantage of his own knowledge, Shiloh followed the same path, offering reading sessions and spiritual guidance through other means than those his Creator favoured. It didn’t take long before he’s made a name for himself amongst enthusiasts, for reasons more than obvious, and once tainted by earthly affairs, the angel began charging quite hefty amounts for his services. Yet the Watchers were observing his every move, and soon it became clear he wouldn’t be able to freely roam across the human realm without repercussions. To avoid being under their gaze, Shiloh chose to refuge himself at Insolitus, where he set up the same business in the comfort of his apartment, now carefully choosing his clientele as not to encounter any inconveniences.
However, the kind of temptations awaiting behind the gates of the academy proved to be greater than Shiloh’s holiness, his weaknesses only becoming more powerful, up to the point where they consumed his spirit entirely. An easy prey, the angel succumbed to the very desires that hung over his head like a guillotine, at the hand of a creature he grew to adore more than his own Creator. Without realizing, and still oblivious to this day, Shiloh forged his own false idol in an ardent quest to reach the heights of the mightiest. Blinded by promises and luxuries many could only dream of, he followed the Archdemon into the depths of the academy. Those were the days of pure bliss and joy, as the archdemon lavished him with his heart’s utmost desires, seemingly encouraging his pursuits, praising his perseverance, keeping him company and offering him solace in his darkest moments of despair. But those times proved to be too good to last and, against his will, without understanding his fault, Shiloh was forced back among the other creatures inhabiting Insolitus, left to his own means at his most vulnerable for, in truth, the angel no longer knew what do to with himself without Minwoo’s guidance.
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Time zone: gmt+2/+3
OOC! Triggers: VERY explicit depictions of vomit.
Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Drama, angst, fluff.
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♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Hyunjin Hwang| Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids Nationality: South Korea Faceclaim age: 23
♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: In my defense, I was left unsupervised.
Full name character: Aidan Hwang Nickname: Aidan Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Imaginary realm Age: 23 Date of Birth: March 20th, 1997 Gender: Cis male Preferred Pronouns: He/him Race: Shardian Sexual Orientation: Pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Native
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Fair Eye color: Naturally black, however he wears light blue contact lenses Scars: One across his thigh Piercings: Multiple lobe piercings in both ears – an orbital in his right ear, two small helixes in his left one; a navel piercing Tattoos: None Hair color: Currently red, tends to change colors on a whim Abnormalities: Aidan’s skin while being fair, it has a certain greyish hue to it, almost as if at a closer look one could see right through him Horns/ wings/ etc.: N/A Transformed form: N/A
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: Obsessive, moody, impulsive, observant, impressionable, creative
Likes: spring, the scent of oil paints, early mornings, warm milk, insectariums Dislikes: cold weather, confined places, strict routines, loud alarms, dining alone Manias: Aidan cannot possibly stand being unclean, thus he takes multiple showers a day, religiously washes his hands and carries around wet-wipes and hand sanitizer at all times. He would not ever meet someone unless he deems himself pristine. He stocks up on tissues and milk. He also gets overwhelmingly distressed around December, to the point of going out of his way not to be involved in any sort of conflict by that time, as he is persuaded it could be very dangerous to the person in cause. Aidan tends to be unusually docile and polite around that time. Phobias: Not a phobia per se, however Aidan is horrified by crows specifically. Aidan also has a deep fear of vanishing as the memory of his former self would be forgotten. Animal: Ferret Religion: Aidan doesn’t adhere to any of the big religions; however, he holds a set of values and principles of his own .Favorite song: Måneskin - HONEY (ARE U COMING?)Vice: LustVirtue: Diligence
Personality description: Aidan operates in extremes, like a ticking bomb of muted emotions that goes off every once in a while, with overwhelming force, exhausts itself completely, and then repeats the cycle. Over and over.
It’s difficult to predict what mood one could find him in, and depending on that, he could be the most docile, sweet creature to have ever set foot on earth, or the most crude and vile. Although temperamental and prone to shift lanes in the blink of an eye, Aidan has the tendency to fixate on things or people, and when that occurs, he finds an inexplicable force within himself to wholly dedicate himself to said activity or person, to the point of throwing away his own well-being and frail sanity.
There are many aspects about himself that he can barely make sense of, which leaves him frustrated and on a constant quest of finding himself. Built out of bits and pieces of someone’s image, mediated by yet someone else’s perception, Aidan struggles to understand why he acts, thinks or feels a certain way. Though he carries plenty of scars that make him difficult to deal with, what Aidan ultimately seeks is to quench the thirst of wanting to belong someplace
♚ // Character ; Powers
Magical Powers: Summoning emotions of sadness. Aidan has the ability to summon emotions of sadness in others, however sustained eye-contact is necessary for it to happen in his case, and he mostly uses this power to his benefice. Reading the darkest and saddest memories through touch. Upon touching another being, Aidan can have access to their deepest repressed memories. Magic tears. Aidan’s tears are magical and they cause a sense of euphoria when consumed by another being.
Non-magical Powers:Painting. Very efficient with chores. Quite crafty.
Weaknesses: Reading sorrowful memories through touch. It’s a power Aidan is aware of, however cannot properly control it yet, thus he unwillingly receives flashes of someone else’s memories when he didn’t mean to actually access those. Depending on the context, Aidan will keep it a secret, as he doesn’t want, nor mean to cross people’s boundaries without their knowledge. Lack of energy as his memory is less and less remembered. Aidan’s existence is quite fragile, and he desperately needs someone to remember his former self. As a consequence, after extended periods of time when people no longer think of him, Aidan becomes groggy and has overall less energy to go by. Poor sense of self. Aidan is the result of someone else’s perception of his former self, and while some details about him and his life were known by them, others were not. Those residues of his former self that he cannot explain to himself leave Aidan with a sense of not truly knowing or understanding himself. Cannot hold his liquor, although he very much likes drinking. Alcohol makes him become even more erratic than he usually is, and an innocent, lighthearted night out can easily turn into a mess.
♚ // Character ; The Student
Study Style: True to his personality, Aidan performs impeccably in those subjects that catch his attention, while failing miserably at those that he can’t grasp. However, he is not one to take accountability for his own shortcomings and when frustration builds up, he is the kind to let it out on his teachers. Favorite class: Theatre/dramaLeast favorite class: Math I
classes (5-8) : AstrologyArcheryFrenchMath IFashion history & SewingTheatre/dramaTennis
♚ // Character ; The Past Date of Birth: March 20th, 1997 Date of Death: Supposed to be November 20th, 2020 Crime Record: A couple of petty crimes in his early teenage years, such as shoplifting, stealing bikes, trying to break into houses (in plain daylight). Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past?No
Background: TW: mentions of mental health issues & suicide; mentions of child neglect
In the early hours, footsteps resonated across the corridor like a brigade’s march. The door had been found wide open, the bed empty, the once white sheets without a single fold. They were like paper, and cold, untouched. Aidan hadn’t been there the night before – the most sensible conclusion. Confusion and anxiety reigned over the ward, unspoken questions floating in the chilly morning air along the small particles of light that peered inside through the sheer curtains. He was no longer there, nowhere to be found, his roommate too dazed to recall whether or not both were inside the room when the lights went out. Days, then weeks would pass, late autumn’s earth would be covered in snow, copper leaves rotting underneath, and yet no trace of him, not a single sign to prove he’d ever existed in that place. That winter turned out to be unusually harsh. As the first days of spring came about, the disappearance would be conveniently ruled out as suicide, though long before all search had been given up on.
It was autumn already, the moon shining brightly on the night sky, and under the light of that moon there he was bathing, his pores sucking in every beam as if those ensured his vitality. Aidan was no longer Aidan, not in the way he used to be himself. The world around him bore resemblance to the one he used to know while at the same time being completely different. He was more lost than ever, more confused than ever. There was a sense of freedom that made Aidan feel uneasy, as he barely knew how to exist on his own terms, without guidance or surveillance. However, in that maze Aidan has found clarity – he was not, after all, wrong or deranged, as they used to say about his living self. Beyond human perception, there indeed lain a world full of wonders, of beings that went about their existence more or less discreetly, just as he’d always sensed though far more complex than he could have imagined. His place was not there, among humans, now even less than ever.
And until that night, Aidan had no idea he could actually leave, persuaded to be bound to the home of the one whose sorrow created him. But he could, just like that mysterious creature had told him. Stepping outside the house did not make his limbs turn into particles of light and dissipate, on the contrary – he felt a sort of strength similar to the one his living self experienced years prior, one that drove him to a new beginning, to the place that he belonged to, truly. Just like that mysterious creature told him. Insolitus.
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Born into a troubled family, Aidan’s childhood was far from idyllic. His mother, a young woman with many ambitions, found her fire extinguished brutally the moment her pregnancy had been discovered. All her hopes and dreams turned to ashes, confined in her house, found in her first-born the face of all her sorrows. She’d never managed to accept Aidan, and with each day that passed with them forcefully being each other’s company, she’d grown to become repulsed by him. Everyone around her contented themselves to label her as a despicable, lazy mother and turned a blind eye to all the pain tearing up her heart.
His father, a renowned photographer, was mostly absent from home, though the times when he was not around were far calmer – no shouting, no fighting, no arguments. As Aidan grew up, his notions of normalcy were twisted, in sheer contrast with the world outside of his small house. Loneliness pushed the boy to all sorts of unusual behaviors as he tried to make sense of existence. Though even that sick, fragile balance would be wrecked one day. His father abroad, he couldn’t have imagined the grim scene awaiting at home, his wife upstairs, lifeless, his son downstairs, a blank shell. Aidan had spent five days with his departed mother inside the house; it would soon have been Christmas, his seventh Christmas. From that episode, Aidan learnt about fault, punishment and guilt; for impertinent children, the consequences were dire. Onwards, his mental state only worsened.
Aidan Hwang had been institutionalized in his late teenage years, a peculiar facility in which one could hardly tell patients apart from doctors and the staff. Before his disappearance, the young man had spent a little less than five years in the facility. The case of his sudden disappearance has never been solved, however left with no evidence to hold any solid hypothesis, the administration had decided to pronounce Aidan dead and rule out the case as a suicide. Ever since, no sign of him either dead or alive has surfaced.
♚ // Roleplayer[ optional ]Time zone: GMT+2/3OOC! Triggers: VERY explicit depictions of vomiting (emetophobic here) & body dysmorphia.Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Drama, angst, fluff.
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♚ // Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Hwang Hyunjin Group/Band/Occupation: Stray Kids Nationality: South Korean Faceclaim age: 23 ♚ // Character ; Basic information
Quote: [Something they would say, something they live by or something that means a lot to them. One to two sentences. ]
Full name character: Hwang Hyunjin Nickname: Baem/Jinnie Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): South Korea Age: 23 Date of Birth: 19 – July - 1973Gender: Male
Preferred Pronouns: He/Him or They/ThemRace: Nagini Sexual Orientation: Pansexual What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Fluent
♚ // Character ; Appearance
Skin Color: Light tan Eye color: Dark brown Scars: Scale like scars cover his body (specifically his abdomen) due to difficult sheds. Piercings: Tongue piercing Tattoos: None Hair color: Natural – black, Currently - blonde Abnormalities: Has a split tongue in human form. Horns/ wings/ etc.: N/A Transformed form: Hyunjin, in his snake form, is a large Black Mamba. He is much larger than an average snake, roughly 20ft long, as wide as his human form, so when transformed he is an extraordinary specimen with a piercing ring of blue around his pupil (which makes it easier to distinguish him – apart from the huge size.) His scales are pitch black, with a blue sheen in the sunlight. His mouth is also a deep black, with pearly white fangs. His bite is as powerful as black mamba, while incredibly venomous his actual bite force does more damage due to his fangs.
♚ // Character ; Personality
Six personality traits: Charismatic, Clever, Observant, Manipulative, Childish and Soft
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Likes: Plants, Alcohol, Painting, Sunbathing, Archery
Dislikes: Large bodies of water, churches, sparkling water, crowded areas, being bored
Manias: Plants, and gemstones. Phobias: Large bodies of water, churches. Animal: Cat (surprisingly) Religion: Atheist Favorite song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cipptxkYd8M&pp=ygULbXNpZXJ5IG1lYXQ%3D (Misery Meat – Sodikken) Vice: Sloth Virtue: Patience
Personality description: Hyunjin comes across as quite cold, as he can be introverted – preferring to observe people before engaging in any way. However, under the somewhat cold exterior, he is quite a soft-hearted individual, who is very sensitive to other people. He doesn’t particularly like letting people in to that soft-hearted core, but if he does let you in, he would consider you a close friend. He expresses himself through his art, which is where he lets out all of his emotions. Growing up, he wasn’t allowed to express himself the way he wanted, which is why he struggles now, but he is actively working on it. When in his close circle he is fiercely protective, and loyal (sometimes to a fault.)
♚ // Character ; Powers Magical Powers:
Poison Generation: Hyunjin is able to create a potent venom, even in human form (but takes a lot more effort to express). The venom is potent enough that two drops can kill a human.
Skin Shedding: When injured, Hyunjin can shed his skin, which vastly increases his healing time. However, this is a very time intensive activity, and can leave him vulnerable for up to 5 days while his skin is still new.
Stealth: Hyunjin is remarkably light on his feet, and even more in his snake form. He can sneak up on normal humans without even trying.
Non-magical Powers: Painting, and Archery
Weaknesses:
Gold: Hyunjin cannot come into contact with gold, as it leaves deep burns in his skin, which even with shedding, doesn’t heal quickly or easily.
Cold Temperatures: If Hyunjin becomes too cold, he can become very slow and sluggish. If left too long he can go into a coma-like state if not heated up in time, which would eventually kill him, He also experiences a kind of brumation – not quite hibernation but during the colder months he becomes slower and much more lethargic.
♚ // Character ; The Teacher / Staff
Class they teach: Art Teacher Teaching style: Laid-back, but with strict tendencies if students are being lazy. Previous teaching experience: Worked as an art teacher in a university, back in the early 2000’s. Thoroughly enjoyed the experience, however he had to leave abruptly when a member of staff became suspicious that he wasn’t quite human.
♚ // Character ; The Past
Date of Birth: 19 – July - 1976 Crime Record: Was held as a suspect for a series of murders that included people being killed with snake venom. Was acquitted due to lack of evidence (he had no hand in it, but someone he knew had broke into his store of venom he kept, and tried to pin the murders on him).
Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No Background: Hyunjin came from a relatively well off family of Nagini, his immediate family all having the same power, so growing up he was taught from an early age how to manage his powers. His family were relatively wealthy, and were very into the arts, which is where Hyunjin started his artistic career. He did not have many friends growing up, due to his own shyness, and fear of being found out as not completely human. His family told him stories of humans killing and torturing people like him, if the humans found out, and so he kept to himself. He had a few friends, mostly other non-humans, but one, who was an enchanted doll. They were very close, and Hyunjin felt especially safe around them since his venom had no affect on them, and because they both aged slow (or not at all in his friend’s case). His friend also did not judge him, or anyone, which was one of the main reasons they became so close. As he grew up, and went through school, his friend who he nicknamed Sunny due to their near constant smile. They grew even closer as they headed into adulthood. Unfortunately, when Hyunjin was in college, Sunny suddenly disappeared, never to be seen again. Hyunjin retracted into himself, finding solace in his own isolation for many years, even moving into the countryside where he could focus on his art, which for many years happened to include a very happy puppet.
After a few years of isolation, he decided he was ready to become part of the community once again. Going into university to get his teaching degree, he purposely kept to himself, and after gaining his qualifications, he quickly fell into a job teaching college students. He flourished here, finally feeling a sense of belonging and even made a few human friends, even if they were kept at an arms distance. Unfortunately, during one staff meeting outside of work, one of his colleagues had bought him a piece of gold jewellery, a necklace, which she surprised him with by placing around his neck, and due to the unopened shirt – had touched his skin. The reaction was immediate, the smell of burning flesh was not something easily forgotten. He had rushed to the bathroom, tearing the necklace off his neck, burning his hands in the process. Hyunjin had managed to play it off as a severe gold allergy, but unbeknownst to him, a member of staff had actually witnessed him shedding his skin and had made threats to out him to the school board if he did not leave…and so he left. But instead of running like he had initially planned, he came across Insolitus Academy – a place filled with people like him…and it was somewhere he might actually be himself.
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Time zone: GMT: UK
OOC! Triggers: Cancer
Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Angst, fluff, lewd.
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The home of superiority has a new member
♚; // Please welcome Myrkr Jiwoo to our family at Insolitus Academy.
♚; // LIKES:
Smoking and drinking
Knives
Gold, jewels, and other minerals
Blacksmithing
Nail art
♚; //DISLIKES:
Gossip
Bright light
Skinship from people she doesn’t know or like
Her things being touched
Sweets
♚; // LIVES IN: Vighulir ♚; // ROOM: Dultirm Plaza Nr. 220 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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The home of superiority has a new member
♚; // Please welcome werewolf Lykos to our family at Insolitus Academy.
They look like Bang Chan
♚; // LIKES: Crafting , Working out, Nature, Animals & People
♚; //DISLIKES: Being Alone, Being inside for too long, Vegans , Looking in Mirrors & Animal haters
♚; // LIVES IN: Fogatas ♚; // ROOM: Vivir 001 ♚; // ROOM MATE: N/A
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