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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: Silk sheets, vinyl records, kiss swollen lips . With a slight resemblance to KWON SOONYOUNG of/the SEVENTEEN.

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Last Name, First Name: Moon, Yejun ALIAS: Moon Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Age: 23 Gender:  Cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species:  Nagini Occupation:   Idol, Night Blood’s affiliate Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Any Associated/Owned Businesses:  MBH Entertainment

VISUAL FILE:  

Skin Color:  tan Eye color:  chartreuse   Scars:  none Piercings:  both ears Tattoos: shooting stars behind his left ear Hair color: Black Abnormalities: forked tongue Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: a large blue viper (reference) 

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  n/a

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   fluent; Korean/English, conversational; Japanese/Chinese

SECRETS:   Got help from Night Bloods in order to start his company. They currently own seventy percent of MBH Entertainment

SAVVIES:   Singing, dancing, piano

Powers & Abilities: snake physiology, poison generation, poison immunity

Traits: Confident but unsympathetic  

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   7/15/1999

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

Crime Record:   N/A

Background/Biography:

 From an early age, Yejun knew that he wanted to perform. As a child, he spent hours singing along to songs on the radio and frequenting karaoke rooms. His parents supported his love of the arts and enrolled him in an arts school. There, he got vocal training and found a new love in the form of dance. At fourteen, he was scouted after a school performance. He began training at MSB Entertainment while finishing high school. It was barely a year before he debuted as the main vocal and lead dancer in I2I.   

The group was a big success. Nobody had anticipated the amount of success that the five boys would have. After five years of nonstop performances and being told exactly what to do, say and act, Yejun made the decision to leave I2I. During all of this, the only constant person that kept him grounded was his childhood friend, Dragan Jeup. They’d been thick as thieves , in their younger years and continued that bond as they grew older. That’s why it was a no brainer to ask the youngest Jeup to help him to build his own entertainment company. He didn’t need anything big. He just wanted a place where he could create music his way without hiding who he was and how he loved. He’d come out as bi and despite losing some fans, he gained even more.  After a year, he finally released his first solo song and it was praised by fans and critics. 

He was still topping charts and continues to do so, two years later. Yejun was well aware of the gangs of Agdoeg and he’d rather not be directly involved, considering his public image. But that didn’t stop him from accepting Dragan’s offer of letting them watch out for him and his company. They did own seventy percent of the company after all.   Yejun is a very opinionated man. His blunt way of speaking was often considered sassy by his friends but he just saw it as not sugarcoating his words. He’d done that for way too long. The idol was often pictured with different men and women but he never admitted to what their relationship was. He’d rather leave the public guessing. Relationships had never been his thing since he never had time to really get to know anyone well enough to want anything more than sex. And he can’t see his opinion on that changing anytime soon. For now, Yejun just wants to focus on his music and enjoying his twenties

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

Yejun stared at the officer, hoping that paparazzi hadn’t seen him brought into the station. He honestly had no idea why they were questioning him. It was clearly a case of wrong place at the wrong time. “Look, you can call my choreographer and she will let you know that I was at the studio with her. I have a sick performance scheduled for Saturday and we’ve been working out asses off to get everything perfect. When do I even have time to be involved in a murder? Have you looked at my schedule? Besides, I do not have time to be washing blood out of my clothes. That shit’s nasty.” He rolled his eyes and picked at his black painted nails. “Can I go? Can’t you like check out he cameras and just see who he was at the scene? Wouldn’t that be like the first thing to do? I know who to tell my friends not to call if I’m ever attacked.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: the gentle waft of cologne, the wail of a guitar, and the feeling on your back that you’re being watched . With a slight resemblance to NAKAMOTO YUTA of/the NCT 127/U.

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last name, first name: nanami kakuzo, alias: kuzo , black . kakuzo black, elias realm of birth(if earth, nationality): the inbetween (underworld), japan age: in between age about 80 years old, earth age 27 gender: male preferred pronouns: he/they species: mixed-blood (werewolf, child of the realm: son of melinoe, goddess of ghosts and nightmares) occupation: detective at apd/special forces sexual orientation: not applicable any associated/owned businesses:

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: tan eye color: marble grey with a black ring around it in human form, acme grey in wolf form scars: scar over his left peck from being stabbed, many on his knuckles and one on his cheek bone piercings: many in his ears, belly button tattoos: two on either hip, one along his back hair color: naturally white, goes in between black and white based on mood bc he can  (like his wolf form), abnormalities: pointed canines horns/ wings/ etc: transformed form: a large grey black and white wolf, in the in between/the underworld: long white hair fading into black tips past his mid back, curved obsidian black horns, usually adorned in ruby jewels and black fur. (inspo x , x ). when he’s comfortable he tends to walk around in a  sort of in between form mostly at home. (inspo x , x)

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: greek mythology, otherwise some form of atheism

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   Greek, Japanese, English, Korean is still a bit intermediate stage as he didn’t bother within the first year or so of being in the country

SECRETS:   His father is Nanami Kento, former Howler Alpha. His aura causes weak willed people to decent into madness. the speed depends on how much they can handle and how long they’re around him/frequency

SAVVIES:   guitar, drums, singing, boxing and other fighting forms of combat, math and probability

Powers & Abilities:   Claw/Fang Retraction, Contaminant Immunity, Transformation, Enhanced Body/Supernatural; Body, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Leap, Reflexes, Senses, Hearing, Smell, Speed, Stamina and Strength. Night Vision, Regenerative Healing, Wolf-Physiology, Dark Divinity, Daemon Physiology, Corrupting Presence, Madness Manipulation, Madness Embodiment. Insanity Inducement, Illusions (for a period of time), Madness Aura, Nightmare Inducement, Nightmare Magic, Ghost Lordship, Ghost Companionhip.

Traits:  +observant, -tsundere

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   per his most recent life 041294

Date of Death:

Crime Record:   sealed away in an manila envelope somewhere in the precinct it reads: wanted by the japanese government for crimes such as theft, murder, laundering, and intent to move goods across country lines

Background/Biography:

tw: mentions of child abuse, domestic abuse and infant death

The legacy his father held didn’t start in the Howlers. Nanami Kento lived his life as a dictator, a bully and tyrant, and it translated into the people he’d claim to love.

The legend says; It had been just the two of them at first, Kakuzo, born originally as Elias, lived in the underworld with his mother for a much longer time than he had on earth, all four times at that. The lives he’d lived never sated his mother’s hunger for the human realm. Melinoë’s world was a constant state of black, white and red, the screaming of souls and the heat of flames.  She was able to watch her mother ascend to the heavens every spring season, and see the glow around her once she returned to their world every winter.. And even as she was given Elias to continue her legacy, her world seemed to continue in its dimness. 

She craved to ascend like Persephone, but too afraid to go alone, she sent Elias out into the other world, communicating then solely in the In-between. Elias lived out his life, but it was hard for him. Melinoë’s aura still surrounded him, a deafening madness that drew people to him or scared them to the point of traumatization. The longer they indulged in him, like a drug he gave the most blissful high, but soon they’d all begin to deteriorate, their minds falling into shambles. He could never truly love, truly laugh, truly care as he walked amongst the humans. Each era he endured meant nothing more to him and he couldn’t be bothered reconstructing psyches while trying to exist. 

His first time on Earth had been short lived, their conditions hadn’t let his little baby body last much past a week. Upon his return Melinoë had decided to wait until they advanced in their lives to put him in another vessel. His second life was a bit smoother, the woman he’d met had a strong will, and they married and even attempted a child, but her own devastation led to his demise. The life in between hadn’t been quite notable, it wasn’t until his current one where he’d decided to make it fun, living for his pleasure. And like the mother she was, upon this agreement he was given something he hadn’t had before, since he planned on taking life into his own hands. Twin guardians, large dogs  of unknown origins that made their way to the house of the young woman that carried him. 

But Melinoë hadn’t known the type of monster that was believed to help create her son in the living world. She hadn’t anticipated the beatings, and the tyranny. Never thought to see him fighting for his life for monetary gain. And yet he always refused to leave. She begged and begged Elias to return home to her, leave that vicious man that had become his father, but he was adamant, it was his life, and he was to see it through. He completely became Kakuzo, knowing well his mother’s eyes were constantly on him. He attended every cage fight, took every punch, until Kento decided he had better things to do than break down his teenage son. 

In Kuzo’s eyes, they dodged a bullet and he went on attempting to live through the trauma he’d experienced under that man's care. He’d dove head first back into music, even going abroad to study it around the age of  fifteen. A year later he joined a Japanese-American band.

 At his young age and being the guitarist of the group he gained popularity fast even being able to go back to his home country to continue the career with his bandmates once their hype died down in America. But of course as he expected, it wasn’t just his ability to be so young and talented that kept the crowds around. Weak willed supporters were drawn to the point of madness, and Kuzo felt the brunt of it all. He enjoyed the life, the drugs, the women, the men. The slice and roar of an electric guitar was a fuel to the high life but the heaviness of those who craved him was too much to deal with.

By twenty, six albums and three tours later, Kuzo decided to wrap it up, using his connections through the industry to simply exist as he wanted to. But Kento’s darkness remained, always there to linger over him as he promoted the need for violence, and left Kakuzo craving it when he wasn’t occupied. It was like an itch, an addiction, when he could cloud his  mind with other things it was a distant memory, but the absence of screams and shrill music forced him to crave it all over again.

To Japan’s underground he went. Back into cages, leaving with broken noses and scarred knuckles, wanting something, anything, to keep the hunger sated. But these rings were tied to something much more dangerous, something that led a young  Kakuzo to being the delivery boy for something, or someone deeply tied to the Yakuza. And his undefeated status in the underground led to his promotion from simple delivery boy to bloodhound, bounty hunter, collector. He was no longer Kakuzo but Black. Simply a dark smudge in the foreground that drives you completely mad.

But of course when things hit the fan, delivery boys are the first to be cut as the line gets caught, and Kuzo was facing the rest of the life he so desperately wanted to live, behind bars. His saving grace came in the dank, darkness of an interview room, it came with sleek black hair, tied into a tight bun and the click of heels. It came in a language he couldn’t understand, and badges he couldn’t read but in that moment he was given a fighting chance. That was, if he was okay with handing the reins of his life over to another type of gang. 

He owed the Agdoeg Police Department his life.

“We’ve been watching you awhile,” they said, something about his father that he hadn’t cared to hear at the moment, but they wanted to use him, and his skills.

With his mother’s guardians in tow he left in secret, known purely to the rest of the force as Black. Kakuzo Black., had anyone asked, to erase his relation to his father for their benefit. He was to be on their beck and call, told to tell the world he transferred agencies to follow a lead that connected Agdoeg to the Yakuza, giving most of the precinct the run around, save anyone of note. 

Now, three years later he’d grown a knack for it. Doing the same for the APD as he did for the Yakuza so long ago, only here he felt he was making some sort of a difference.

He was able to live freely, his charms and aura still driving the world around him mad but now he basked in his finesse.

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

Kuzo leaned against the wall and waited for everyone to settle down. His eyes flickered over to their Lieutenant with a nod, moving to push himself  off the wall to stand in front of the white board. It was covered with multiple faces of victims in their morgue and those of some suspects and crime scenes.

“If I’m honest I have no idea why you guys are making me do this, my job is to get the guy right?” He said in a comical tone. Grey eyes flickered over a tough crowd and he rolled his eyes and began.

“Viktor Sonegroff our suspect of unknown origin is said to be tied not only to the Ivory Lotus but the Night Bloods as well. He is also known for the disappearance of two of our informants. So I did as I always do, and previously stated before, I got the guy.” Kuzo motioned to the open windows of their meeting room, framing the eyeline of their holding cells. 

“Now was he within an inch of his life when I got there or after, I can’t confirm nor deny, but I did what I was hired to do. He’ll be fine. Have him walk it off or something.”

A heavy sigh came from officer Soh, and Kakuzo looked at him as if he was confused on why he’d feel such disdain. “Black. That is not what we- you know what, just meet them at the hospital for the interview.”

“Okay but I can’t grantee he’ll be alive if I do that...I’ll try my absolute best...sir.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: velvet gloves, rose petals, the purple rain soundtrack . With a slight resemblance to YANG JEONGIN of/the STRAY KIDS.

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last name, first name: Soh Nuri alias: Baby realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth age: 23 gender: Male preferred pronouns: he/him species: Faerie occupation: Dancer at Cache sexual orientation: Gay any associated/owned businesses: none

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: tan eye color: brown scars: none piercings: back dimple dermal piercings tattoos: none hair color: Naturally light pink but dyes it different colors abnormalities: none horns/ wings/ etc: wings transformed form: iridescent wings with intricate black detailing sprout from his back.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: 

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  Korean

SECRETS: none

SAVVIES: sex, dancing, manipulating

Powers & Abilities: Empathy, Energy Manipulation, Absorption, Energy Barriers, Energy Blasts, Supernatural Condition, Malleable Anatomy/Shapeshifting, Spirit Physiology, Illusion Manipulation, Intangibility, Possession, Telekinesis, Teleportation.

Traits: +confident, - selfish

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: 11/24/1998

date of death: N/A

crime record: Petty crimes such as theft in high school. Drug charges that disappeared

Background/Biography:

Soh Nuri was born to a loving mother and father. He was the youngest of four and was doted on by his whole family. The Sohs came from a very modest upbringing. The matriarch, Soh Jimin, was an educator. She lived to teach and her children were her life. Soh Kyungsoo was a man of few words and he was very well respected in their city. He’d been a police officer since he was in his mid twenties. The community held him in very high regard. Which was why it was such a shock to everyone when Nuri began to get into trouble. 

It started with little things. He skipped classes and smoked cigarettes under the bleachers. Then it became hidden drugs found in his bedroom. Sleeping with random guys and sneaking them out of his house at random hours of the night. He found out in his teens that he was attractive. He realized that it was easy for him to manipulate guys into giving him things that he wanted. Worked smarter not harder. 

It wasn’t until after he graduated that he started working at Cache. Dancing was something that he thoroughly enjoyed. The adrenaline that coursed through his body was almost as good as the high he got from the cocktail of drugs he went through on a weekly basis. For Soh Nuri, sex, drugs and money were all he worried about. He had his regular clients who loved to throw their money at him. Some wanted sex. Some wanted him to hang off of his arm. He was willing to do just about anything for the right price. 

The faerie lived a life where he felt that he didn’t care to fall in love or any of the fairytale stuff. If it happened it happened but he wasn’t on some quest to find his Prince Charming. He was on a quest to live his life to the fullest, doing whatever he wanted. He didn’t believe in rules unless they were being broken. 

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

Nuri sighed, looking at the officer. "I was not there. I was at work. I made hella tips, tonight too." He smirked, leaning forward. "I'm sure you have better things to do than to sit here questioning an innocent man." He examined his manicured nails and looked around. "Maybe we should get my father in here? I'm sure he'd love to see me. I haven't seen him in a while."

At the mention of his father, the cop sat up straighter. "No need to bring your father into this. How about I just send you out with a warning?" Nuri grinned and shook his head. "No, I think I'd rather have my father involved. I really don't appreciate being questioned about things that I would never do." He said with a pout. "No, I don't think we need to involve him. How about we just forget that this even happened?" Nuri shrugged. "I mean, I do have to be at work. So, maybe we can brush this under the rug."

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: glasses, academia, coffee shops . with a slight resemblance to JEON JUNGKOOK of/the BTS.

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last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 23 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none

PERSONAL FILE:

powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: september 1, 1997

date of death: -

crime record: a clean record

BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:

david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”.  well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.

a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.

this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (PARA SAMPLE): “JUST RUN US THROUGH WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT”. - OFFICER

he was nervous looking at the “window” of the home unsure if there was others on the other side. running his hand through his hair was a ploy to cover his eye and scan for temperature, a rather unused feature of his eyes. he sighed out of relief not “seeing” anyone though he knew to not let his guard down. again the officer repeated their statement. this time he looked at them directly hands under the table quietly toying with the zipper of his jacket, “i was going home from the library but stopped at the store for a drink.” that was true, it was all true. though now he wished he just went straight home. “but you didn’t see the fight?” the officer raised a brow not totally convinced. “no, i wasn’t focused on that. i heard people yelling but didn’t look that’s how you get jumped. it wasn’t my business so i kept going,” he answered. “uh…david, you’re in school right? what do you want to be?” this sad attempt to relate to him. “that’s really irrelevant to why i’m here, shouldn’t you be talking to them or the store owner? i don’t know why i’m here, when i didn’t do anything.” his words had a hint of annoyance, he wasn’t a child. “you are a witness, maybe not a good one but still one regardless. even if your details are…missing. it’s enough with common sense to help confirm the series of events.” the officer replied, “you may go.” he was didn’t need to be told twice with his bag already on his shoulder and made his way out of the station.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY THEY REMIND THEM OF: screen glare reflections across glasses, wiping fog from a window, hands clasped tight over a promise . With a slight resemblance to JEON WONWOO of/the SEVETEEN.

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 last name, first name: Cho Taewon alias: Tempest realm of birth: Earth - Korean age: 25 gender: cismale preferred pronouns: he/him species: Dragon-blood occupation: Assistant Inspector for the Agdoeg Police Department sexual orientation: Bisexual any associated/owned businesses: None

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

skin color: Pale with a golden undertone that only becomes apparent when he stops avoiding the sun eye color: Amber scars: His left eye and ear are deformed by a large burn scar that originates near his hair line and extends down to his mid cheek piercings: None tattoos: None hair color: Dark brown abnormalities: None horns/ wings/ etc: He has a small nub of a velvet antler near his hairline on his right side, it’s not big enough to appear through his hair unless he styles it a specific way transformed form: A long serpentine body with aventurine green scales erupting from a creamy white skin. His underbelly scales are white with a sky blue iridescence. The scales on his snout, claws, and tail tip gradually ebb into a brown jasper colour. His 3 pronged antler extends back from his brow and is the same dark brown as his claw nails. A storm blue mane travels down the length of his body, the end of his tail, elbows, and whiskers have tufts of the same fur. [ inspiration ]

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  raised by a priest so he’s religious in practice but internally he’s conflicted

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   Korean, basic English (he’s better at understanding/reading than speaking)

SECRETS:   He’s been keeping track of the killings caused by his possessed brother and making sure that they can never be traced back to him.

SAVVIES:   He’s incredibly smart, having graduated the same year as his brother despite them having a 2 year age gap. The amount of programming and white hat hacking he dabbles in as a hobby would be enough to land him a good job in the field, but he uses those skills instead to assist in investigations. During the short time between him graduating and starting at the academy he had managed to climb the leaderboards in ranked Starcraft so brutally and efficiently that his username is still remembered and some opponents force quit the game when matching with him. He prefers RTSs but he’ll play FPSs and MOBAs, always finding himself naturally climbing ranks and he’s had to turn down a couple offers to go pro from organizations.

Powers & Abilities: Asian Dragon-Blood Variation: Atmospheric Adaptation, Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Smell, and Touch), Semi-Immortality, Elemental Breath - Mist & Squall, Supernatural Condition, Hurricane Creation, Vapour Manipulation, Air Manipulation

Traits: Tenacious and reticent

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   October 31, 1996

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

Crime Record:  Clean

Background/Biography:

A stick jabbed into his gut, once, then twice, then once again. “Are you dead?” a voice whispered, hushed with worry and not expecting the groan he gave as an answer. There was a yelp, and so much more noise as he coughed up water. Arms lifted him out of the riverbed and he didn’t have the energy to fight them off. For once in his life he didn’t have to.

Everything about the hospital was overwhelming. Too many noises. Too many smells. Too many people. He stiffened, inhaling deeply whenever anyone approached but a warm hand would squeeze at his right before he tipped over into panic. Between the burn across his face, broken bones, deep set bruises, and clawed gouges in his skin no one was surprised that the only visitors that came were the family that found him in the first place. He could answer their questions, but wouldn’t. It didn’t matter now. He had finally gotten away.

“You’re sharing a room with me,” the boy said, gently though as if it were a question, before guiding him further into the house. He stared at their joined hands for a while, not noticing much else until he felt the boy’s fingers start to slip away so he clutched at them tighter. They squeezed his back.

Brought to a table, he squinted in confusion as things were placed upon it, objects he didnt recognize in a pattern he didn’t understand. Their hands drew him to the spot beside the boy and he followed his lead, only to frown as the distance between the chairs was farther than their arms and he refused to let go. After a moment of visible thinking, the boy struggled to move the chair with one hand until the man came near. He shrinked away, not registering that the soft but sad look in the man’s eyes was a reaction to him. What mattered was that the chairs were now close together and the two could finally take their seats.

Food he had never seen before laid in front of him. Despite the drool pooling in his mouth he waited to move until the other’s did, only to grow more confused as instead of eating they all bent their heads. The man’s voice was gentle, reverent as he said words that held unknown meaning. But he picked out enough. Thank you. Finding the boy. Share this meal. Bring him home. His eyes were swimming by the time the man was done talking. He didn’t need to know every word to understand what it all meant. They wanted him to stay. He didn’t have to run anymore. The woman rushed over from the other side of the table as they all looked up to find him crying. Her arms cradled him carefully which only made him sob harder. With her hand running through his hair, she whispered softly, “It’s ok. You’re safe, dear. You’re home now.”

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

From the shadowed room on the other side of the one way glass, the amber of his eyes caught the light in such a way that they seemed to glow. He squinted, focusing past his glasses, the window, and honed onto the woman being interrogated. Catching that her fingers tapped against the table in a consistent waving motion, her sentences beginning and ending between the spaces of the pattern. It was almost mezmerising in how precise and deliberate it all was. The hairs on the back of his neck shot up, tingling as even from here he could feel the caress of the air changing, bending with a weight unseen.

“She’s casting a spell,” Taewon huffed, pushing off the table to intervene. One hand yanked the door open in tandem to the other reaching out, the wind extending his influence across the room. The air beneath her nails suddenly swirling in such a dense vortex to force them still. Her perfectly controlled demeanor slipping just as quickly. Surprise, confusion, realization, then rage flashed across her face in rapid succession as the allure she held over the interrogating officers faded away.

As they pinned each other with their glares, he crossed his arms over his chest, “Now why don’t you tell me what happened that night.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: smudged makeup, chipped nailpolish, paint stained clothes . With a slight resemblance to FELIX LEE of/the STRAY KIDS.

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Last Name, First Name: Kim, Elijah Alias: N/A Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Earth Age: 19 Date of Birth: 3/30/2002 Gender: CIsmale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: Gumiho Occupation: Pre-Law Student Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Tanned Eye color: Amber Scars:  several small scars on knuckles, large scar along left side of ribcage, small one on left eyebrow Piercings:  both ears, lip, nipples Tattoos:  smiley face at the bottom of foot, peony flowers tattoo going along ribcage down to his waist Hair color:  naturally red. frequently dyed but currently silver, almost lilac in certain lighting Abnormalities:  freckles Horns/ wings/ etc:  nine tails Transformed form:  a ginger haired nine-tail fox with golden speckles over his snout, and white tip tails

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  nihilism

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:  English, Korean, Spanish, French, Japanese, American Sign Language

SECRETS:  Nothing major

SAVVIES:  playing piano, drawing, painting

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

Traits:  Clever & Argumentative

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Date of Birth: 03/30/2002

Date of Death:

Crime Record:  assault & battery, drug possession, public intoxication, disorderly conduct. All records sealed because he was a minor.

Background/Biography:

        Only 11 minutes younger, Elijah follows after his brother and is welcomed into the loving Kim home on a sunny spring morning. Showered with love, affection and great wealth, Elijah has everything he could ever ask for to prosper in this world. The wistful cherub at the mere age of seven months is already trying his best to communicate. The boys intelligence does not go unnoticed. Even at such a young age he was considered a prodigy for displaying such clear understanding of six languages before even reaching the age of two, and his parents were praised for his excellence. He leaves everyone he meets in awe. The social butterfly manages to win over everyone in a room with a simple smile, giggle and a keen ability to read the person before him. A master manipulator in the making.

           However having everyone wrapped around his finger isn’t enough to satisfy Elijah. Not when he always felt like number two, a replica, nothing more than a piece of a matching set. It may be silly, but he disliked being number two in something so frivolous and out of his control. So he worked hard to be seen as an individual. That didn’t mean he didn’t love his brother. How could he not when Ashton was the only other person who could understand what he was going through? He takes on the role of protector- may anyone who even so much as looks at his brother funny quake in fear. He wasn’t just known for his venomous tongue, but for how fast his wrath could be triggered. It was like walking on eggshells around him. It’s through protecting his brother that he developed a knack for sticking up for the little guy- an underdog. It worked out in his favor. After all, that's how he eventually met his best friend.

           The need to be strong or rather the need to appear as such made him hide his true emotions under a perfectly sculpted façade to appear how he thought he should. He developed a cold façade of the rebel- a party fiend who cared for no one but himself and a handful of others at most. You were lucky if you were one of them because you’d find no other friend quite as loyal as him. However not even they could see the deceit behind the cute face and devilish smile. Elijah has kept so much bottled in throughout the years resulting in lashing out at others or when his heart feels so dark and heavy, he cries alone without anyone to turn to. His unwillingness to share his emotions and inner thoughts eventually manifested in the inability to share express himself over time even if he wanted to. Maybe its for the best- despite never actually being alone, he still feels that's how he works best.

           Now he’s using the fighter spirit towards something useful and studying pre-law at a prestigious university. Because who knows, he might one day make many friends who need his help and are willing to pay top dollar to get away unscathed. And the protection of

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

 An exasperated sigh slips past Elijah’s lips. He leans back into his chair and sets both feet on the table before him, one leg crossed over the other. “You can ask me the same thing another hundred times in another hundred different ways- and not a god damn thing will change.” Elijah was many things, but a snitch isn’t one of them. “I don't know. I was at home the entire night. Alone.” he repeats, looking down at his nails, chipping away at the already tarnished ends. “Felt like having a me kinda night. Took a nice long bath, watched a movie, and touched myself until I came into my own hand. I think I still have the dirty tissues in my trash can if you want to see them as proof.” He says nonchalantly. “I’m more interested in knowing what you know- or rather don't know.” He finally bothers to look up at the officer. “Because I think we can both agree that if you had anything on me I’d already be in cuffs.” He offers both wrists up to the officer, taunting the man. “So what will it be? You planning on cuffing me or can I go now? I have better things to do. Don’t get me excited unless you plan on following through.” He teases through a smug grin.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: dappled sunlight sparkling across the tide, nimble fingers with manicured nails trailing across anything and everything, the fluttering of skirts lost in a twirl . With a slight resemblance to MINATOZAKI SANA of/the TWICE.

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last name, first name: Hamaguchi Kiyomi Alias: none realm of birth: Earth - born in Hiroshima Bay, near Miyajima Island Age: appears to be mid-twenties date of birth: November 23 Gender: Female preferred pronouns: She/her species: Mixed blood: mermaid and witch occupation: Civilian currently unemployed and homeless sexual orientation: Too inexperienced to say

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: Pale with a peachy glow in her cheeks eye color: Warm brown with iridescent opal flecks that sparkle in the sunlight Hair color: Naturally has light caramel brown hair Abnormalities: Her ears come to a point, with the shell having a faintly finned texture. Has a significant patch of scales across her lower back and smaller specklings on her calves and her outer thighs. Her gills are under her ribs and appear to be small scars at first glance. transformed form: Her mermaid form is reminiscent of the koi fish from her homeland, with a showa (black body with red and white markings) colouration and long fins like a butterfly koi.

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief: Formerly a Miko, she still practices Shinto and worships Susanoo at makeshift shrines at the bottom of the docks

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

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

known languages: Japanese - she speaks with an unusual dialect that often uses archaic terms

secrets: Due to her upbringing, she firmly believes that she was a miraculous birth and is a gift from the god Susanoo to her mother. She is also incredibly ticklish and particularly sensitive on her stomach.

savvies: She enjoys palm reading and fortune telling, always fascinated by the hands of anyone she meets. From her training as a Miko, she knows archery and very basic herbal medicine.

powers & abilities: Mermaid physiology, limited precognition: puts her in an unresponsive trance state where she sees brief and vague visions

traits: Curious, possessive, cautious, and bubbly

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Date of Birth: November 23rd Date of Death: Crime Record:  has not been caught, but her current hobby is pickpocketing dead bodies

Background/Biography:

Born to a merman and Miko of the nearby shrine, Kiyomi grew up believing she was a gift given to her mother by the Kami of the Sea, Susanoo. Her mother doted on her, showing her divination arts passed down the women in their family, ancient practises that went beyond the capabilities of simple shrine maidens. She was raised in the shrine and learned all of the duties expected of a miko, only assisting in preparations until she was only enough to perform cleansings and dancing in Kagura dances. It was during her first dance that she received her first vision, dramatically collapsing in a whirl of chimes and fabric. She saw the sea, black and swirling with anger as beams of unnatural light stepped across the surface. The priests took this as an omen, locking Kiyomi away and isolating her so that she couldn’t draw any further ire from the Kami. Her visions progressively became worse, the sea thrashing and roiling in rage as the light drew closer and closer. She tried to warn them, desperately begging for anyone to listen to her when she received her daily meal, but they shunned her. So she turned to prayer, staring across Hiroshima Bay in fear, promising anything and everything to Susanoo to save her from the incoming danger.

 One night a stranger arrived on the island, an ethereally beautiful man that presented himself as a humble traveller wanting to pay his respects to the Kami. He was welcomed inside and no one questioned how this man arrived as no boat was on shore. A storm rolled in on the heels of his arrival. From her gilded cage, Kiyomi heard screaming and then her mother was at her door, clawing against it, begging her to run. The loud crack of thunder was her only warning as a lightning struck tree toppled through the nearby wall. Blood pooled from underneath the door and Kiyomi scrambled over the trunk with red stained soles. The ocean roared below, demanding that she jump as the door burst through. She turned and through the rain, made eye contact with the man as he drew his dagger from her mother’s chest and licked it clean. Kiyomi dropped into the waves, a sickening laughter taunting her as she escaped. Expecting death, Kiyomi let her tears mix with the water only to find her prayers answered. Her scales, which supposedly marked her as a gift from the sea, consumed her legs and granted her a tail. So she swam, following currents and boats until she found an unfamiliar shore.

 The docks of Agdoeg became her home, never stepping on the land with a newfound aversion of strangers. Occasionally her curiosity led to risks, and some would see a flutter of scarlet when her scales caught the light just right. She picked through the bodies that would sometimes join her in the depths, assuming they were being punished and offered to the sea. Her visions left her confused: images of a throne sometimes red, sometimes white, a bleeding black flower with roots spreading every farther, two flames dancing together. But the sea remained calm so she remained in this harbour, watching and waiting for a change in the wind.

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

The strange people were back, talking in a language she didn't understand. The ones with the very shiny boots had crowded another man to the edge of the pier. From beneath the dock, she watched them between the cracks in the planks, curling herself around the post in an attempt to hide her tail. As they talked, she tried to move her mouth to repeat the strange syllables, pouting when the words felt awkward on her tongue.

 "One more time, just run us through what happened tonight."

 The man on the edge began shaking, speaking too quickly, the wood beneath him creaking with every grand gesture. Kiyomi rolled her eyes, recognizing grovelling despite the language barrier. Ever so carefully, she crept closer, wanting to see what the sacrifice was wearing, hoping it would be close to her size since the water was getting colder. Before she could get a good look, the struggling started and she ducked under the surface.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: stripcore, bimbocore, angelcore . With a slight resemblance to LEE DONGHYUCK (HAECHAN) of/the NCT DREAM/127.

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last name, first name: seo yejun alias: eros realm of birth: the heavens age: 21 date of birth: 00/06/06 gender: non-binary preferred pronouns: he/they species: cupid occupation: stripper at cache sexual orientation: gay™️

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skin color: n/a eye color: pink scars: n/a piercings: belly button, tongue tattoos: n/a hair color: pink abnormalities: n/a horns/ wings/ etc: white wings transformed form: n/a

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief: agnostic  sins: lust virtues: humility known languages: korean, english, spanish, french secrets: has bipolar disorder and hides his alcohol/drug addictions savvies: dancing, singing, makeup/fashion 

powers & abilities: cupid physiology, enhanced beauty, love manipulation, love potion creation, mild madness manipulation, desire manipulation, and flight

traits: charming, social, intelligent / impatient, moody, blunt

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date of birth: 00/06/06 date of death: n/a crime record: drug use (human world)

Background/Biography:

yejun doesn’t remember much about heaven, about being born. he doesn’t really know much outside the life he lives now, bright neon lights and back alleys, stripper poles and lines of drugs on silver platters. he knows far too much about the nature of humanity to really give a shit about being from another realm, especially one associated with god and paradise. surely, someone like him couldn’t be from somewhere like that.

and with the gifts he’s given, there’s no possibility of being pure.

he finds comfort in the touch of a stranger, defying the house rules just to make a handful more of cash. there’s something about the anonymity of it, the act of being vulnerable, of being touched, loved, without the consequences of it. yejun knows no one will ever truly know him, and he’s comforted by it, the freedom of it. but it leaves the empty parts of him more empty, hollow and bare. even the drugs and alcohol don’t make up for it, the loneliness of his swinging emotions or the shake of his palm.  

truly, when he’s alone, he is numb; laughs when he cries, breaks himself down to atoms, past the shape of his wings, the pink and glowing hue of his skin. he looks like an angel, his skin is soft, warm, and velvet like one, but every part of him deceives, cuts like glass, burns so hot that it catches on fire, swift and

so he choses to live his life in the dark, so different from how and where he was born. he lives in cigarette smoke, in the fleeting pleasure of a one nightstand, or the loud, thumping music in the club

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

“just tell us what happened that night.” yejun’s fingers fiddle with the lace attached to his outfit. he knew he should have done laundry and his laziness comes in the form of cheap silks that scratch against his skin. he lets out a sigh and rolls his neck to elevate some of the stiffness while he thinks, sitting pretty on the leather couch in the back of the club. part of him thinks that the cops are here questioning the employees just so they can get a free show and if they’re not arresting him, he has no intention of giving them any information.

“i came to work and it went how it usually does, usuals and private rooms. if you want the details, you’ll just have to come visit me sometime. otherwise, i’m not sure what else to tell you. i don’t pay attention to the gangs, i’m just here to take off my clothes and get paid for it.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: glasses, academia, coffee shops . With a slight resemblance to JEON JUNGKOOK of/the BTS.

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Last Name, First Name: Lee, David ALIAS: Electro Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth Age: 23 Date of Birth: September 1, 1997 Gender: Cis-gender male Preferred Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them Species: Cyborg Level 1, Civilian  Sexual Orientation: Questioning

 VISUAL FILE: 

Skin Color: Light Tanned Eye color: Dark brown, Blue tint when using eye enhancemets Scars: None reported Piercings: Both ears Tattoos: A simple black star on left wrist Hair color: Black, dyed a variety of colors at times Abnormalities: None reported Horns/ wings/ etc: None Transformed form: None

PERSONAL FILE:

Powers & Abilities: Enhanced Vision, Lens screen, Vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) Traits: Determined, Aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: September 1, 1997

Date of Death: -

Crime Record: A clean record

Background/Biography:

David was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. His sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “I’m cuter.”At times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was . . .David, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. His parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. He excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. That was something his Mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. Near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his Mother remarried a “rich man”. Though he was kind he was VERY distant to him. His Sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

It was during middle school did David and his Sister start to grow apart. Sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his Sister’s focus. He had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “Boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. The young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. David used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. Sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. He kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

Given the reputation of his Father, David knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. Now being in the army was a double edge sword. There wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. Sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. Just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. Not for his own goals or wants but that of his Father. It was during this time did David see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. The constant question on his mind was “Where do i belong?”.  Well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. College.

A bit older and wiser, David could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. While he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. His duties to his family and country are complete. It’s for David to live for himself. During his 1st year of college his Sister got married much to the joy of his parents. His Brother-in-Law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. It wasn’t until a few months later did his Sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. Their Step-Dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their Mom had reservations. Knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked David to look after her.

This was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. David had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. Even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. His Sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. Not going through with it put distance between the young man and his Mom. Maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but David had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. This afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. His grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. With his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. This offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

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

He was nervous looking at the “window” of the home unsure if there was others on the other side. Running his hand through his hair was a ploy to cover his eye and scan for temperature, a rather unused feature of his eyes. He sighed out of relief not “seeing” anyone though he knew to not let his guard down. Again the officer repeated their statement. This time he looked at them directly hands under the table quietly toying with the zipper of his jacket, “I was going home from the library but stopped at the store for a drink.” That was true, it was all true. Though now he wished he just went straight home. “But you didn’t see the fight?” the Officer raised a brow not totally convinced. “No, I wasn’t focused on that. I heard people yelling but didn’t look that’s how you get jumped. It wasn’t my business so I kept going,” he answered. “Uh. . .David, you’re in school right? What do you want to be?” This sad attempt to relate to him. “That’s really irrelevant to why I’m here, shouldn’t you be talking to them or the store owner? I don’t know why I’m here, when I didn’t do anything.” his words had a hint of annoyance, he wasn’t a child. “You are a witness, maybe not a good one but still one regardless. Even if your details are. . .missing. It’s enough with common sense to help confirm the series of events.” The Officer replied, “You may go.” He was didn’t need to be told twice with his bag already on his shoulder and made his way out of the station.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: sleeves rolled to his elbows, summer nights, driving with one hand on your thigh . . With a slight resemblance to KIM NAMJOON (RM) of/the BTS.

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Last Name, First Name: Park, Shinwoo ALIAS: Sin Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Underworld Age: 25 Date of Birth: 10-31-1995 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: He/him Species: Hellspawn (hound) Occupation: Police Inspector/Lieutenant/ Night Bloods tied Sexual Orientation: Straight

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Skin Color: tanned Eye color: Dark Brown/Black Scars: none Piercings: both ears Tattoos: Cerberus on his right shoulder, black dragon on his left calf, a child holding onto her father’s hand on his left shoulder with “Hyerim” written under it. Hair color: naturally Ash Blonde Abnormalities: nearly black irises Horns/ wings/ etc: Fangs/Long Canine Teeth Transformed form: A grey haired dire-esk wolf with a white underbelly with nearly black eyes.

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RELIGIOUS BELIEF: none SINS: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath VIRTUES: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / kindness / patience / justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean (Fluent), English (fluent) SECRETS: Has uses his police resources to keep his ex out of jail. SAVVIES: Fixing/building things Powers & Abilities: Canine Physiology (all included), Hell-Fire Manipulation, Enhanced Sense and Speed Traits: Loyal but Indecisive

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Date of Birth: 10-31-1996 Date of Death: N/A Crime Record: NA

Background/Biography:

Park ‘Sin’ Shinwoo had never known who his birth parents were. He’d grown up in an orphanage and was adopted when he was in middle school. He was never given any background on who his parents were. Despite that, he’d always been a happy child. from a young age, he’d always been very honest. If he did something wrong, he owned up to it no matter the consequences. As he got older, he’d grown obsessed with wanting to be a police officer. He saw the officers as just and right. He wanted to help people and he’d seen a lot of crime around the city.

He spent his high school years in Chicago, learning the English language and learning about other cultures. After graduating, he went to Seoul National University and studied engineering. It was his senior year, when he met the woman who would change his life forever. A year into the relationship, they found themselves expecting a baby girl. Once Hyerim was born. Sin joined the police academy and while there, he became very good friends with a man by the name of Briar. They were partners when he first joined the force. He loved everything about being a cop. He was able to help others as well as keep the streets of Agdoeg clean of crime.

For years,he lived happily with his family. But one night changed it all. His fiancée had found herself in a tight jam and Sin didn’t want to see her put away so he made the whole situation disappear. He knew that it was wrong but he didn’t want to lose her. But one situation became two and then three and before he knew it, he’d become the type of cop that he despised. When he realized that she wasn’t going to choose him over her lifestyle, he left her. He still continues to take care of his daughter and from time to time, he finds himself falling into bed with his ex. He wants to cut things off but at the same time, he’s afraid to lose her completely.

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

Sin sighed and shook his head. Are you actually questioning me, right now? Have I ever given you any reason not to trust my judgement?“ He asked, knowing that he had a clean record and very high praises during his career. “There was nothing to hold her with. Had we kept her detained, she could sue us. You and I both know that we don’t need that. So, I used my better judgement and I let her go. If there was anything against her, you know that she’d be in a cell, right now.” The other officer nodded and shooed him away. “Thanks, see you tomorrow.” He said as he excited the office, knowing he’d lied through his teeth.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: a butterfly pinned to a cork board, the unfeeling depthless eyes of a marble statue, the last ember in the hearth threatening to gutter out. With a slight resemblance to  LEE HOSEOK of/the SOLOIST.

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last name, first name: kang, iseul alias: hayan realm of birth(if earth, nationality): agdoeg, south korea age: unknown (roughly 26/27) date of birth: march 1st gender: male preferred pronouns: he/him species: enchanted doll occupation: civilian sexual orientation: demisexual

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skin color: alabaster. eye color: pale cerulean. scars: none. piercings: none. tattoos: he has his maker's mark on the sole of his left foot, which is in the shape of a butterfly. hair color: varies

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief: none. sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / patience / justice known languages: korean secrets: doesn't really have any that he would remember savvies: reading, taking long walks,

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

traits: (+ Instinctive, friendly, mutable, playful, in a constant state of wonder at the world around him, gentle) (- Irrational and doesn't make the best decisions, naïve, spontaneous, emotional, craves approval)

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 3-1-1993 Date of Death:  06-08-2018 Crime Record: drug possession, drug use, public intoxication, loitering, petty theft.

Background/Biography:

(#horror tw, #stalking tw, #kidnapping tw, #death tw, #drug abuse tw)

In a world where the entire span of a human's life is as insignificant as a mere blink to more than half of society, one could say that Iseul's unfortunate existence wasn't anything out of the ordinary. He was born the eldest of three children and was being raised by a single mother by the time he was five years old after his father became just another casualty to the gang warfare in the slums. In spite of that, though, Iseul was a good, optimistic kid while growing up. He had a strong head on his shoulders and bore the responsibility of helping his mother care for his younger siblings without complaints. It was easy at first. He started off babysitting the kids while his mother worked late, making sure they ate and putting them to bed. Being alone and fending for themselves was never odd.

Carrying that burden meant growing up faster. By the time he was thirteen, Iseul worked part-time after school to help pay the bills. His grades fell to the wayside, but because of his maturity and meager income, he was quite popular with kids far older than him and as a teenager, is there anything else that really matters aside from acceptance? Of course, having older friends meant getting mixed up in plenty of things he shouldn't have. Skipping school, partying, alcohol, drugs... Iseul hadn't realized he could feel so free anymore. He'd thought he'd left it behind, forgotten like his outgrown toys.

Getting high was how Iseul found his escape. At first, it was just with his friends, to help let go of his stress. Then it was to help him sleep... To keep him up so he could work longer hours. There was one to make him forget, another to stave off hunger. Iseul felt like it was the answer to everything, but each hit tore him apart more and more. He began flunking his classes, losing his job, fighting with his mom and his friends who couldn't stand to watch him waste away before their eyes. After a particularly heated argument with one of his childhood friends left Iseul with potentially no one to turn to, he finally realized how low he'd sunk... Everything he'd been doing started as a desperate attempt to keep his life together, but he'd only made it worse.

All he needed was one more hit. One last trip.

Then he would give it up.

It would truly be Iseul's last forray, but not because he chose it. Just like being born into this life, there were some things that were out of a person's control. In a daze, Iseul never realized that he was being followed as he stumbled through the back streets of the slums... And then there was darkness.

The first thing Iseul was aware of as the clinging tendrils of unconsciousness began to loosen their hold was the smell. Like paint... or was it alcohol? The pungent smell overwhelmed his senses and he could hear someone shuffling around him, but when he finally managed to pry open his heavy eyes, all he saw was bright light. It bore down on him from above, like staring directly into the sun, and he was thankful when someone finally came into view and blocked it out. Their masked visage was unrecognizable as his eyes struggled to adjust. "Wh... Where am I?" Iseul asked hoarsely. Or at least that's what he'd intended to say, but his voice grated out of his dry throat like something clawing its way across rough gravel. Whether it was recognizable as words or not, the person seemed to know what was on his mind.

"You're in the hospital. You overdosed." As if expecting that news to be jarring, Iseul felt the warmth of the man's hand enclose around his own. Was that what he'd smelled earlier? That clinical, antiseptic smell that no amount of cleaning could ever fully relieve? "I'm going to give you more medicine to put you back to sleep. But everything is fine. You're okay now. We're fixing you."

And like that, he was once again enveloped in darkness, but it became more fleeting. Occasionally he'd wake up, shivery and covered in sweat from withdrawals, and the man would give him more medicine to make him sleep so he didn't have to endure it. He'd thought it eventually would subside, that one of those times he'd wake up feeling better, but he didn't. He felt heavy, drugged... "What are you doing to me?" He'd slurred as he'd awoken to the feeling of the man laying what felt like wet bandages along his left arm.

"I'm fixing you." The same answer came. Always that answer.

"I'm not getting better..." Iseul disagreed with a slow shake of his head, the movement taking more effort than anything he'd ever done in his life. The lights were still so blinding, but through the spots in his vision he could make out what looked like a table full of tolls next to his bed. Was that normal? Behinds that, there was the shape of another person covered up in bed. Just when he thought maybe things weren't quite right, he caught more glimpses of his surroundings and didn't know where else he could be but inside a hospital... Nothing else made sense.

Even so, he couldn't shake this sense of unease in the pit of his gut and all he wanted was to hear his mother's voice. Why hadn't she been there to visit him? Surely one of the times that he'd woken up, she would have been at his side. All he could think of was how worried she'd have been when he didn't come home and he couldn't bear the thought of causing her more stress. "My mom... Has my mom been here?" He asked shakily and felt the man's hands still in their work. There was a long, unsettling pause and the feeling that something was terribly wrong gripped his heart, his panic rising into his throat. "Where is she? C-Can you call her, please? I want my mom."

As the babbled pleas fell from his lips, that was the first time he'd seen the man's eyes widen and he could hear the muffled stuttering from behind his mask as he tried to find the right words to placate his distraught patient. "It's time to sleep." He tried to insist and turned to grab something from the table. Undoubtedly more medicine to make him sleep, to keep him quiet like he wanted, but Iseul wasn't going to have that. Somehow he found the strength to move and reached to grab the man's wrist, his fingers digging into his skin to keep him from going for what he wanted. That was when he saw it. The wet strips wrapped around the length of his arm, like those paper mache projects he'd make when he was younger. It hadn't had a chance to harden into a cast yet, but as he frantically looked around the room, he realized that it didn't look like any hospital room he'd ever been in. The walls were dark brick, more like a cellar than the white or pastel paint he'd come to associate with a clinical setting. There were no monitors... No windows. How had he never realized it before?

The man tried to pull away from him to reach for the table littered with instruments and desperation took over in Iseul. He couldn't shake the feeling that if he fell asleep again, it might be for the last time. He would never see his mother or his siblings again... That thought - no, that fear - gave him the strength to shoot up in bed and yank at his supposed caregiver's clothes to knock him off balance. There was absolutely nothing graceful as Iseul rolled out of the bed, his legs like jelly as they buckled beneath him and sent him painfully to his knees on the cold floor. He shoved the rolling table aside, the sound of the tools skittering off and falling to the floor vaguely like the tinkling of bells in his ears as he grappled for the other patient's bed to haul himself up. "Help... Please." He begged, not knowing if the person could hear him or if they were being made to sleep just like him.

That was when the man's arms wrapped around him and dragged him back. A scream tore itself from Iseul's dry, cracked lips and he grabbed at the sheets, trying to resist the man's hold, but they slipped off the bed along with him, falling into a heap on the floor. That was when he realized that the 'patient' he thought he saw next to him wasn't that at all. Yes, there were what appeared to be legs, an arm, a torso... But it was lifeless. Nothing more than a disjointed mannequin.

Kicking and fighting against his captor, Iseul managed to claw the mask off his face before he felt the pinch of a needle sinking into his deltoid. It took a few minutes, but eventually his struggling slowed and all he could do was blink up at the haggard form of the man holding him down. Though he couldn't place it, there was something familiar about his face. Like someone he'd met in a dream that he couldn't fully recall when he'd woken up. He swore he'd seen him at the cafe he'd briefly worked at the prior summer before he'd come to work high and gotten fired. And... at the club. The guy had tried to talk to him at the bar, but he'd been drunk and quickly ushered off to dance with his friends... The more Iseul thought about it, the more he could picture him in the places he'd been, like a shadow always lurking two steps behind him.

Rising to his feet with a frustrated huff, the eerily familiar stranger brushed his anxiously trembling hands over the front of the apron he wore and looked down at Iseul with disappointment like a parent who'd just watched their child disobey them. "You were broken when I found you." His voice sounded like it came from under water in Iseul's drug induced stupor, but the accusatory tone was unmistakable. "You are a flower in this barren wasteland and yet you plucked your own petals without any care! Rotting yourself from the inside with drugs. But I saved you!" He boasted strongly, the passion of his own twisted belief fueling his words. "And I will fix you... Now sleep."

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The first thing Hayan was aware of when he awoke from his long dream was the smiling face of the man he'd come to know as his Maker staring down at him. He only had the most kind words for him as he helped Hayan sit up on the edge of the work table he'd been laying on and let him take in the first corner of the world he'd come to know. In his innocent mind, nothing really caught him as odd as he glanced around the dimly lit basement workshop at all the unfinished doll parts laying around or the prone shape of a human beneath a white sheet. It might as well have been the way everyone came into the world.

It was with the blind trust of a newborn being that he put his faith in his Maker. Through him, he would learn everything he needed to know about the world. Or at least that was what he told him and who was Hayan to question otherwise. For the first year after his creation, he was taught basic knowledge of the city and the various species that inhabited it, as well as how to read and write. Some things came more naturally to him than others, but he couldn't exactly explain why. There was just a sense that he'd somehow done it before.

Over time, Hayan learned to mimic the quirks that made humans appear alive. Breathing, for instance. While it was unconscious and effortless for humans, Hayan didn't need air at all and had to focus on faking it. Now he's gotten it down enough that it's habitual, like an exercise he does constantly. Eating is also something he doesn't need to do, but an action that keeps up appearances.

There were many things that his Maker wouldn't be able to teach him, though. Unbeknownst to Hayan, his Maker's creative endeavors were funded by people with far more power and influence than he could comprehend. In return for their investments, they were supposed to be provided with obedient dolls to serve their cause. When the bargain was not upheld, they came to take his creator and force him to finish the job. Hayan was confiscated like a piece of repossessed property by these shady benefactors and was trained to fulfill the duty that was originally intended for him.

While his Maker had treated him like his own person, his new masters saw him as an instrument to be used and nothing more. His Maker had always told him that he had the chance to decide the course of his own life, a beautiful one where the ugliness of the world couldn't touch him. Yet it had inevitably found them both... Hayan learned to fake many things, including playing nice for the Ivory Lotus. It was his unassuming demeanor that allowed him to escape their grasp before he was forever tainted by the unspeakable things they expected him to do. He slipped into hiding, using his powers as he needed to evade those who wished to bring him to heel.

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

A soft trill of laughter escaped Hayan's plush lips, much to his own surprise, in spite of the ominous fact that he was currently confined in a dimly lit interrogation room. He quickly brought a hand up to stifle it, pressing his lips together into a thin line behind meticulously manicured fingers. The funny thing about the officer's question was that he hadn't the slightest clue what night he was referring to. While his Maker had tried to teach him what he could about the outside world and especially the dangers there, he'd kept Hayan sheltered in his workshop aside from very brief excursions that he'd accompanied him on. It wasn't until five months ago that he'd been forced to branch out on his own and he was reasonably sure that he hadn't done anything the police would know about.

"I... honestly don't know what you're talking about, officer. I've been at home these past few nights." He explained amenably in an attempt to appeal to the officer's better nature. If they didn't have anything to accuse him of, then he didn't have to actually answer and they'd have no choice but to let him go, right? "You must be confusing me with someone else."

"You're Kang Iseul, aren't you?" The officer inquired with a pointed stare that Hayan got the feeling was supposed to ruffle him, but didn't. He watched blanky as the man rifled through the file on the tabletop to flip it open to a page. A notice for a missing person's case. With a picture of a gaunt, yet solemnly handsome man with hallowed cheeks and sunken, doe-like eyes that had seen too much for his apparent age. It was situated right above big, bold red letters which spelled out MISSING. Hayan's eyes scanned the fine print sandwiched between that word and REWARD which detailed when the person was supposedly last seen, various details on his appearance, and who to call in the event someone had any information. He was not that someone. He might as well have been looking at a complete stranger. Yet the officer continued to press, "This is you, right? Your family called the station every day for months trying to find you until they couldn't take the grief anymore and moved out of the city. So, for the sake of not being a total heartless dick - tell me, what happened that night three years ago? The night you went missing?"

Hayan felt for the man. He felt for this anonymous family so striken with the loss of someone they cared about that they simply had to flee the painful memory of them. He wished he had the answers the officer wanted and that they deserved. But he didn't, which left him with only one way to get out of this predicament. Taking advantage of the officer's curiosity, Hayan turned cold, cerulean eyes to meet his gaze from across the table, but he wouldn't be getting any of the answers he wanted from him. "You are mistaken." He insisted in a calm, even tone that bordered on unsettling as he stared unblinking at his now motionless interrogator. "My name is Hayan and I am just some stranger you picked up on the street to give a ride home to because it was cold. We stopped by for you to pick up paperwork on another case on the way, but now we're ready to leave."

As soon as Hayan's lashes fluttered in a slow blink, the officer moved to close the folder resting on the table in front of him and picked it up to tuck it under his arm. "Well, that was it then." He announced in a far more cordial manner as he rose up from his chair and moved over to open the door to the cramped room. Hayan couldn't imagine that many people had the luxury of simply waltzing out of there without iron cuffs clapped onto their wrists. "Let's get you home now, huh?"

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Last Name, First Name: Suwannarat, Briar Alias: Pan (codename for his job), Ari (more of a nickname than an alias) Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Earth realm, Thailand Age: 29 Date of Birth: November 23rd Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: He/Him Species: Children of the Twelve - Sagittarius Occupation: Police Detective Sexual Orientation: Homosexual

VISUAL FILE: 

Skin Color: Tanned, burnt orange hue with a smattering of chocolate freckles along his face. He has the same freckles throughout his body, but has bigger white spots along his shoulders, the backs of his ears, and his outer hips. Eye color: Honey Brown Scars: None that have a significant story Piercings: None Tattoos: None Hair color: Dark chocolate brown Abnormalities: Fawn-like ears Horns/ wings/ etc: Small, stumpy antlers that stick just above his hair Transformed form: He does not have a transformation.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Agnostic, but was raised Buddhist SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Thai, Latin SECRETS: Teen romance can be rough, right? It’s like two colliding whirlwinds of emotions, hormones, and desires. One minute you’re together, the next you’re broken up for no reason. Now when that volatility is coupled with doubts about sexuality, it’s just a disaster waiting to happen. Most people didn’t accidentally melt half of their boyfriend’s face off and cause him to have to undergo grueling, expensive reconstructive surgery that would never quite make things right, though. Briar had told him the gloves had to stay on, but kids were reckless and foolishly believed in their own infallibility so it didn’t take much convincing to risk it all for some skin on skin. Then next thing they knew, Briar was babbling some half brained excuse about a science experiment gone wrong while his boyfriend’s blood curdling screams echoed in his ears. It was believably enough… until a month after - when the swelling from some of his injuries went down - his former lover was able to unintelligibly mutter “Briar did it.” Then suddenly an ‘accident’ turned into a full scale investigation of malicious intent. All Briar could do was tell the truth. He didn’t know which was more difficult - coming clean about his powers or coming out of the closet. But the officer sitting across from him and his distraught mother in the cramped interrogation room didn’t seem particularly disturbed by the confession. His bushy brows only furrowed in disappointment over the entire situation. In the end, Briar was only charged with obstruction of justice for initially lying to police, but the damage to his reputation was irreparable. His mother decided it would be best to relocate, which is how Briar came to finish his last years of high school in Agdoeg.

SAVVIES: hiking, gardening, camping, sightseeing, investigative work, problem solving, riddles and puzzles.

Powers & Abilities: Zodiac Empowerment (Sagittarius: enhanced accuracy, vision, tracking), Zodiac Physiology (see above appearance), Animal (deer) Spirit Summoning, Fthinóporokinesis (Autumn manipulation), Rot Inducement/Decaying Touch, Body Part Erosion, Luck, Evolution Manipulation, Supernatural Bowmanship.

Traits: (positive) Determined, intelligent, neat freak, health conscious, animal lover, usually down to earth, assertive, responsible, (negative) Sarcastic, impatient, untrusting, can have a temper when someone pushes him too far, distant, prioritizes work over everything else.

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: November 23rd

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: Most would assume someone has to have a clean slate to enter law enforcement, but that would leave slim pickings in a city like Agdoeg. Briar doesn’t have any outstanding criminal record, but he did have a couple of dings on his juvenile one that were expunged once he became a legal adult and, therefore, they can no longer be found in most databases.

Background/Biography

(tw miscarriage, tw immaculate conception by some strange god XD, tw domestic disputes, tw divorce) 

 Briar’s parents had been struggling to conceive a child for many years, since their prompt marriage right out of secondary school. These sweet hearts had longed to have a cookie cutter life and family, but fate seemed to inhibit that every step of the way. His mother have seven miscarriages due to the condition of an incompetent cervix and was told many times that she may never be able to carry a child to full term. This had been devastating news to the couple, who had no means of affording everything that went into surrogacy and were now facing the reality that they may never be able to have their own children. In spite of these odds, though, they kept trying and praying that whatever Gods that were out there might grant them a miracle.

Their prayers never seemed to be answered, though, and this put an understandable strain on their marriage. It was when his mother was thirty three and beginning to lose hope that she was plagued by a strange dream. She was floating in a vast emptiness, unable to move or even scream. This might have terrified someone else, but she somehow felt safe blanketed in the darkness. It was as if the entire universe lay bare before her, starlight dancing between her outstretched fingertips. Except she didn’t have fingers. She didn’t even have a physical body. There was a sense that she had become a part of something greater or perhaps been broken down into a form akin to what they had all been before the universe collided together in some cosmic firework show to create all that they knew. After what seemed like an eternity if time even passed in that world, the stars began to slowly take shape before her, pulled together by gravity or some other force she would never quite understand. As they converged, the light became so bright that it was nearly blinding, but she was space dust so how could she look away? She remembers trying to rationalize it with that absurd thought as the light shifted around her and the sound of harps and a heavenly chorus interrupted the sacred stillness that she’d been immersed in until then. Heralding the coming of something… or someone. The light came together at the peak of the crescendo, shapeless but she somehow got the sense of a shapely figure wrapped in a gown the longer she stared into it. This motherly figure bent over her and she recalled the warmth as its tendrils of light stroked over her cheek before urging her mouth open. In that moment, she didn’t feel any sense of unease as the being urged her to partake of its light. It traveled past her lips and through every corner of her being, rushing into her fingertips and even the ends of her hair. It was the first time since being in that plane that she had any sense of where she ended and the rest of the world began. The last thing she remembered was that light condensing, forming into its own little star in the lower part of her abdomen and radiating such soothing warmth…

Then she woke up and that was the first time she really had any sense of unease about the strange dream. As someone who had experienced how odd dreams could get during pregnancy, though, she took it as a good sign. Sure enough, when she took a test three weeks later, she was pregnant! Unlike prior, when she’d lost her children around the three month mark, this child was growing strong and without the complications she always worried about. Everything seemed to finally be falling into place. Their marriage and hope in the future was revitalized! And after nine months of perhaps the most physical and emotional pain she had ever been in in her entire life, she was welcoming a beautiful, healthy baby boy into the world and never once thought about the unsettling dream at the start of it all.

Admittedly, Briar was certainly a unique baby. His ears had always been a little odd since birth - bigger than usual - but his parents figured he would just grow into them and found it one of his most endearing traits. However, when he was three years old, that’s when his antlers started coming in. His mother found them one night when she was reading him a bedtime story and running her fingers through his unruly mop of wavy hair. Understandably, she freaked out and brought him to the doctor the next day, who took a biopsy and found the strange growths to primarily be made of calcium. It was unusual, but they decided to simply keep an eye on it since it seemed harmless enough. They only became more noticeable as the years went by, poking through his hair, and Briar recalls the Chinese Buddhists of his neighborhood always telling his mother it was a sign of good fortune. At the time, Briar had always thought it was annoying how they’d always want to lay their hands on him, but he realized as he’d gotten older that they believed the cow was Guanyin’s reincarnated father and the stubby little nubs atop his head made them think he was blessed. But horns and antlers are two different things - one being keratinous and, the other, bone - but he supposed it was easy to confuse them at first glance. Going into adolescence, those things grew like crazy. As if puberty and having velvety twigs growing on your head wasn’t stressful enough, that was when Briar first noticed his parents beginning to drift apart. One night, when coming home late from a friend’s house, he overheard a heated argument between them in the kitchen and his father’s accusations would forever be etched into his mind... “You thought you could trick me forever? I don’t know who knocked you up, but I can’t pretend that thing is my son!” The words drove through him like a knife. Yet after the initial shock subsided, Briar felt for the first time that all the little confusing pieces he’d chosen to overlook his entire life began to make sense. At first his parents had simply assumed he’d taken on more features of his mother, but his father had begun to grow distant as his otherworldly features and powers emerged. The reality was that two humans couldn’t possibly have made a half-deer-whatever-he-was and the only logical explanation was that he wasn’t his father’s at all. He only wished he’d come to that conclusion sooner instead of deluding himself and becoming foolishly attached to the man… The divorce was relatively swift. The judge didn’t even demand a paternity test when his father rebuked having to pay child support. All he had to do was look across the courtroom and he could tell that the speckled, big eared, horned child standing there wasn’t his. It was a dirty, unjust move that besmirched his mother as a disloyal wife and watching her go through that emotional rollercoaster was perhaps the toughest thing of the whole ordeal. Thirteen year old Briar comforted her through the fits of tears and had a strong upper lip when she insisted that she’d never betrayed his father… What bothered him the most was that he couldn’t believe her, but he also couldn’t be angry or blame her either. He had always been closer with his mother and he promised her in those moments of weakness that he would always take care of her. Of course, a single mother with a bad reputation was not an easy gig when trying to support a family. They were forced to move from their smaller town into the teeming metropolis of Bangkok for her to find work and Briar was honestly quite happy with leaving the past behind him. He thrived in the city with its far more diverse population. No one looked at him like he was a freak when he rode the bus or went to buy groceries. It was the first time he felt like he could truly be himself. He had his fair share of rough patches, just like any hormonal teenager, but having otherworldly powers and no one to teach you how to use them certainly caused a few catastrophic, social life obliterating faux pas. His mother thankfully was able to transfer within her company to the Agdoeg branch. It meant not only relocating in the middle of high school for Briar, but moving to an entirely new country. The level of diversity and integration of the supernatural community within Agdoeg was even better than what he’d experienced before. They were in government, owned small businesses… But not all of them were reputable or honest. Briar quickly learned that there were parts of the city that he shouldn’t venture to if he knew what was good for him. However, in spite of the seedier things going on in the underbelly, he was able to find a youth center which helped him to get a better handle on his powers and met his role model who would eventually lead him into his career as a police officer.

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

Briar squeezed his eyes shut tight in an attempt to chase away the spots dancing across his vision from the overbearing fluorescent bulbs that bore down on the table in the center of the interrogation room. It was so intense that he could hear the hum of the electricity going to it and, somehow, he mentally processed that before the weight of the officer’s words. Words he’d uttered himself many times when the roles were flipped. Normally, this was the point a smart suspect would clam up and demand to talk to a lawyer, but clearly this was some kind of joke and he’d just missed the punchline. “Ha. Ha! Very funny.” He gruffed, devoid of amusement as he reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose to ward off the pounding headache settling in like someone was playing the bass drum behind his eyeballs.

The precinct had all been out drinking the night before, celebrating closing a case that had been busting their proverbial balls for the last six months, and there was a point after countless shots of tequila that Briar didn’t even know what was up and what was down, let alone why they were even there anymore. Now, he didn’t doubt that many profoundly stupid things had fallen from his lips and been done, but he hardly would have thought it would be anything illegal. Officers protected their own and someone less inebriated surely would have stopped him before he did anything he’d regret. Trying to wrack his brain, Briar bent to press his forehead to the cool metal of the table with a pitious groan. He remembered waking up in one of the cells to the sound of the door noisily being opened and before he could even get his bearings, two uniformed men were hauling him up and dragging him down the hallway toward the room he sat in now. None of it made a lick of sense.

“I’m afraid this isn’t a joke, Officer Suwannarat. Something very serious happened tonight and we need you to tell us why.”

The brutally stern voice sobered Briar up really quick and he lifted his head up from the table to narrow his eyes on the man that sat across from him, his fawn-like ears flicking in annoyance. He’d worked on the force for many years now and he wasn’t about to be hassled by some nameless rookie who was probably forced in here by his supervising officer, like a lamb being pushed into a cage with a bear. “Listen- no. What is going on?” He demanded with surprising eloquence for someone who’s tongue felt like a dried up sponge in his mouth. Drunk drought be damned. “Am I under arrest? ‘Cause if I am, you better tell me the charges or else I’m walking right out that door and finding your commanding off-”

What was likely going to be a memorable tirade was cut short as the door to the interrogation room swung open and a handful of officers poured into the small space like salmon all fighting to spawn upstream. All Briar could do was stare wide eyed where he was glued to his seat and watch with no small amount of mortification while a cake was set in front of him with messy lettering iced on top that read ‘Congrats on your Promotion! Now you’re their problem.’ Feeling the mixture of rage and bewilderment quickly begin to ebb away, the corners of Briar’s lips twitched into a crooked smile and he shook his head in exasperation. “You’re fucking kidding me. Who’s terrible idea was this?” He demanded with a mirthless laugh as he deflated back into the hard metal chair and glanced around at the familiar faces of the men and women he’d worked with for the past ten years. God, how had he survived their crazy antics and made it this far?

“What do you mean? We had to give you a memorable send-off.” His partner mounted his defense and slunk out from the crowd to give Briar an encouraging clap on the shoulder. “Besides, do you know how hard it was to carry your heavy ass into the cell to pull this off? The least you could do was say thank you. Geez. Too good for us already, Detective?”

Briar should thank him. That much he’d already mentally concluded. But shoving his partner’s smug face into the cake was also a tempting option. Instead, he reached up to gently pat the other’s hand with his gloved one. “Never.” He assured him gently before a chorus of obnoxious coos from the peanut gallery made sure to not only kill the moment but beat it once it was down. Pushing himself up from the chair, Briar swayed unsteadily and shamelessly grappled a couple of his friends for balance on his route to the door. “Ugh. Alright, get me out of this room before I literally end someone and get stuck here forever. That cake better be chocolate, I swear-”

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Last Name, First Name: Maiko, Akuyoshi ALIAS: The Crow Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Japanese Age: 73 Date of Birth: October 31st, 1948 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns:  He/Him Species: Demon Occupation: N/A Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

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Skin Color: Pale Eye color:  One dark grey almost black the other black with red, white and gold flecks in the iris Scars:  two burn scars on either temple, faint scars on his wrists and ankles from long term restraints Piercings:  10 up his right ear from lobe to the top, 5 on his left ear (double lobe, cartilage, helix and daith) Tattoos:  Many sporadic tattoos up his arms, and a few on his chest, hip and back. Hair color:  jet black with a white/greyish streak in the front Abnormalities:  his eyes, and his hair color is natural Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: Akuyoshi’s transformed (demon) form is a four eyed creature with two long black horns coming from his head, dark shadow like wings sprout from his back. The corner of his mouth extend into a sharped tooth grin and his nails grow to abnormal lengths.

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RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: Russian, Japanese, English and Below Average Korean SECRETS: The reported terroistic attack on the KGB agency was carried out solely by him, he was in the wind before they could find him. SAVVIES:  Guitar, Tinkering/fixing things, Cooking, Assassin work Powers & Abilities: Darkness manipulation, minor pyrokenisis, the ability to possess the living(any 'undead' creatures are immuned), life draining, Infrakenisis (with limitations due to being on earth), Demonic Psionics (with limitations due to being on earth), and able to summon creatures from hell.  Expert Stealth, Assassination Tactics, Knowledge in various tranquilizers and poisons, Knowledge in various ways of body disposal, Advance knifing abilities (this includes throwing knives, regular knives, swords and katanas). Traits: patriarchal & mysterious

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Date of Birth: October 31st, 1948 Date of Death: [ if applying for an undead character ] Crime Record: He hates most authority figures, the ones that use their power over others to control them. He’s on many watch lists for assassination of political leaders (rumored), various counts of murder (alleged), various counts of torture (alleged) and a connection to a wealthy and quite suspicious operation worked out of the human city (also alleged), he has never been convicted. He is also technically the sole suspect of the slaughter of 25 KGB agents, 3 high ranked scientists and 2 high ranked psychologist back in 1964.

Background/Biography:

tw: this passage includes vague descriptions of murder, mind control, non-l conscentual impregnation, drug use, sexual abuse, rape, abuse of a minor, blood , parental death, death during childbirth and torture.

Once you are locked away by fiery bars, too powerful to be allowed loose in the human realm or any other, when some from even the darkest depths and realms fear your name on their lips you find yourself, aching to create the chaos you so desperately seek. Cursed to spend the rest of your days roaming the underworld in a special sanctuary for the protection of other hellspawns...and the world,  with no way of getting to those realms, in fear of their ultimate destruction what could you possibly do to sate your disgusting lust for those around you to suffer. Easily, he would say, a powerful demon whose name they refused to utter, you create someone else to do the job for you. Sure possession is an option, but all it takes is some divine force to remedy that, especially when it comes to humans, so you….steal a vessel, create living breathing flesh to carry out your sadistic tendencies while you watch from the depths of Hell. All you need is someone to hold it, just for nine months.

Akame Miako’s obsession with the occult lead to her being that vessel. An only child to a hardworking and quite wealthy family in her village she seemed to counter the intense loneliness with spell books and rituals, stories of demonic possession and seances peaked her interest and she went as far to invite one into her home...kind of.  Akame didn’t think the stories were true, easy access to summon something that even some other demons feared was far fetched for a mere mortal like her, besides even if she did , she was sure it’d be harmless, as harmless as demon could get. The translation from Latin to Japanese was a bit murky, she did all the things she was supposed to do, shut the door, lit the onyx colored candles and chanted his name. It tasted foul on her lips, metallic and sour as if blood had suddenly come up her throat like bile. The room grew in heat and sweat matted her jet black hair to her forehead, with all this build up the young teen would think that something was bound to happen right? But simply only the candle blew out, casting her room into darkness only set alite by the moon, of course she was right, it was all hullabaloo probably something conjured up by her great great gran something to spook their little village.

But what Akame hadn’t known, was that she’d open the door for exactly what He want ed, she would become his vessel, allowing him to breathe life into flesh another piece of him roaming the planet. It only took a few weeks for her to notice the signs, a usually healthy 18-year-old spent her mornings vomiting crimson, and her nights in searing abdominal pain, maybe a plague was sweeping through their village once more, it wouldn’t be the first time and sure wouldn’t be the last, but it had only been Akame who was harboring this, torturous disease. She hid it for as long as she could, not wanting her parents to worry, time off work meant a dwindle in their status and that was something they couldn’t afford, it wasn’t ‘til her mother founder her, writhing in pain on the floor that the village doctor was called, with a diagnosis no one was expecting, Akame was pregnant. There was no way of convincing her parents that she hadn’t gone against her pledge to wait ‘til marriage. They hadn’t believed that she was some Virgin Mary and she couldn’t even explain it herself. But, an unwed mother and her father’s place in the countries politics was something that they couldn’t afford, they’d locked her away until the babies birth, and it wasn’t until then when they found something was horribly, horribly wrong. It was a taxing birth, the room creaked and groaned, disembodied voices filled the empty space, her stomach twisting and contorting as the creature fought its way out of her. It tore her apart, as it crowned, and Akame was not equipped to handle it. Her feeble and young, she perished as the baby was born leaving her parents in mourning, and the doctor in fear. What was it? Why had it come with jet black hair and dark eyes? Why had it rejected the doctors blessing, crying and wailing as if the prayer was causing it great pain? He could only advise its remaining living relatives one thing, get rid of it.

The Miakofamily wasn’t to keen on killing an  infant, in fact they flat out refused, telling the doctor there must be some way to get it far away from them without causing it any harm. They traveled for years, keeping the demonic entity at arms length before an unsuspected visitor received a tantalizing letter. The man was stone cold, with a charming smile, he had a weird accent and shining blue eyes, he’d pay them good money to take the now toddling child into what he called, a ‘school of reform for lost boys’. They took the bate, and the money, almost sad to see it go but happy to be rid of something that they were sure harbored some evil, the thing that killed their daughter, their only child. He said he’d rid it of whatever evil’s that may have come with it, that where it was going it would emerge a new man, and maybe one they would want to communicate with again. Masked by pearly gates and brass door knockers, they weren’t told about the extensive training, and weren't told about the weapon he’d become. How they would abuse him, strip him of his identity and show him how to use his striking looks for his own gain. They didn’t tell him about the monster he’d become, the new man that they’d create on their own accord. And he excelled, climbing in their ranking and leaving bodies and broken bones behind him. His body filled, cut clean, and he followed orders to ever ‘t’. He was reformed sure, a weapon now, molded to their perfect standard, used and abused, raped and pillaged for their own use somewhere in the world, they wanted a monster, masked by something so beautiful and enticing, and so he became one, using his powers at their will. It was a team full of creatures just like him, western Asia’s super weapon.

They assumed that he would continue to stay obedient, assumed he’d bend to their every will, for the rest of his life, but they were not careful, and let him in too close. He became conniving, manipulative, a teacher’s pet with a vendetta against the system and so he took the teacher’s job. Worked his way up until he was eye to eye to those that made him. And then, he destroyed them, and oh, how Olympus has fallen. He left with his life, though he cannot say much for the others. They had taken it all from him, he had no memories of what was before them, no images of family, of what an actual life was. Just a name. His grandfather was long gone, not that he knew, not that he cared, but he took what was given to him, a bank account, frozen until he was eighteen, when he was supposed to return, about 110 million yen,  what was left of what they had, a supposed consolidation for abandoning the child,  his grandmother fine  and comfortable and she came looking, more than once she came looking and each time he left, ran far away from her, he didn’t know her never knew her, not like she wanted. He had become something absent of emotions, absent of memories, he was just a surname, but a name he could not live up to. Thus, he became someone else, just as they wanted.

He wandered on his own a bit, finding solace in the underground, and a band of misfits just like him. But touring, guitar shredding and becoming a confidant didn’t scratch that itch they had created for him. The itch to draw blood, hear torturous screams and extract the information that he wanted. The woman he had met had humanized him, made him feel less of a robot, less of a monster, showed him that he could make genuine connections even if they felt idle or like autopilot. Though, those thoughts still persisted, so he sought out ways to cure his hunger, more like the chef that could cook up such a feast had found him, a tragic case, sucked into another tragedy.

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

Akuyoshi spit on the ground and slumped back in his chair. The officers furrowed their brows, though fear was apparent of their faces. “We know who you are.” One of them spoke in English, the demon only erupted into a dark laugh, one that drained the color from the younger officers face. “Good.” His Russian accent was sharp, cutting through them like sharpened blades.

“If you want information, you wont get it from me.” He said tilting his head back, wet, sweat covered strands falling from his face. The ex agent had already began picking the lock on the cuffs behind him, brow ticking as they came unlocked. It was in a blink of an eye, blood splattered his face and the ceiling, the elder officer going to the ground with his hand grasping at his throat in panic, the one that was left only looked at him in horror, frozen in place and unable to run to safety, and Aku took the opportunity, taking both of his cheeks in his palms before twisting his wrist, the sound of the snap satisfying.

He disappeared in a cloud of dark smoke, before appearing before the camera that filmed the interview room, “Bozhe pomiluy svoyu dushu,” he said darkly, the word echoing off the walls like the demon’s father had began to ascend before he snatched it from the wall the last thing the overseers seeing was his large smile spreading towards his ears.

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: fallen wisterias, blue flames and gun metal . With a slight resemblance to LEE DONG-MIN of/the ASTRO.

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last name, first name: Han Minjun Alias: Nightcrawler, Jun realm of birth (if earth, nationality): korean Age: 1000+ date of birth: sometime around 1020, Goryeo Dynasty gender: male preferred pronouns: he/him species: huli jing/dokkaebi occupation: nightbloods caporegime sexual orientation: pansexual

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skin color: pale eye color: dark brown/black, during moments of transformation have a tendency to glow blue Scars: a brand on his chest he never talks about, it’s centuries old, but somehow has never faded Piercings: none Tattoos: none hair color: black Abnormalities: yeowoo guseul, held between his teeth and thus not usually in sight, only appears during transference of powers/when he is literally sucking the life out of someone horns/ wings/ etc: a set of prehensile nine tails that, when cast in a certain light, seem to glow ominously transformed form: a white nine-tailed fox, sometimes known to carry a book in his mouth

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religious belief: formerly buddhist, currently aligning more non-religious sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath virtues: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice known languages: korean, english, can read chinese because goryeo lol secrets: he hasn’t eaten a human in over 500 years, and only gains his powers through transference from his yeowoo guseul, and only steals it from people he believes to be the worst of the worst, or even those who are at the brink of death and seeking a way to end their lives peacefully, also he lies about his age a lot because he hates being called old savvies: good at communicating has been known to crawl through seedy bars as a hobby and hang out with whoever is willing to talk to him, organized and methodical and plays lots of strategy games (i.e. go).

powers & abilities: immortality, fox fire, life-force absorption,  Dokkaebi Physiology (Korean), Sleep-paralysis Inducement, Supernatural Beauty, Possession, Shape-shifting, Illusion Manipulation, Insanity Inducement, Dream Manipulation, Nine-Tailed Fox Physiology

traits: caring, but ultimately guarded

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date of birth: sometimes around year 1020 date of death: n/a crime record: has a healthy fear of authority, in the past had stolen from the rich in order to feed the people of the villages he would pass through (eat the rich baby!)

Background/Biography:  (tw: cannibalism, death, suicide)

In the height of the Goryeo Dynasty, Han Minjun was born as the result of an affair between a gumiho and high-level palace scholar. Han Minjun, for multiple reasons, had been kept a secret all his life. Despite being stowed away from the outside world at a young age, he had a somewhat peaceful and quiet upbringing. He and his mother moved away from the capital city right after he was born, in a remote village where they prayed they would never be found. His father visited as much as he could, despite his continued work for the palace. 

For a time, everything was perfect. Minjun’s mother worked as a farmer, and was doting and fiercely protective, often giving him small treats every now and again. His father, during his visits, would teach them how to read and write, and would also send gifts from the palace. His parents were happy, and therefore, Minjun was happy. 

But as he grew, he started to change. He had been raised with no mention of his inhuman heritage; he only knew that day by day, it was becoming increasingly harder to withhold his hunger—he would often resort to eating his meals raw… and eventually… human. It sickened him, and could only stomach eating that sort of thing every other month. Despite that, the ill feeling and his disgust towards that, his hunger still grew. And with his hunger, came the powers, the shifting, the feeling of something like a marble growing in his throat. His mother, understandably worried about the new development, decided it would be better to train him so that he could gain better control of himself, or better yet, prevent his powers from manifesting at all.

She tried everything that she could: not feeding him for a thousand days, feeding him too much for a thousand days… nothing seemed to work and with the passing days and months, Minjun became too powerful to withhold. Resigned and heartbroken to the fact that her son would live life as a monster, his mother gave in, ultimately teaching him the ways of the nine-tailed fox. And after years and years of training and practice, he had almost made it out without having been caught. 

Almost. 

It started with a village on fire, bodies shrivelled into ash and cries for help coming from all sides, his mother forcibly yanking him awake and running through smoke and fire, tripping over themselves in their hurry to escape. At the entrance to the village, stood his father, eyes alight and proud even as he was hauled to his knees by palace guards, with blood spilling through the gaping hole in his hanbok.

And then they took his mother. 

Many years passed, and riddled with grief and anger, he did all that he could to spite those in power. Stealing medicine and food from rich lords and handing them off into the villages he would pass through. He lived this way for centuries, and watched as his country grew, changed, helpless and also just a tad bit pedestrian—he had grown up to live in secret, and old habits die hard. 

In the new century, Minjun had somehow found himself running with what he could only call a gang; it was out of character for him—so high profile, so open, and yet it abetted him with a sense of belonging, so he stayed. And while their ideals were far too extreme for his own tastes, he had grown to be fond of this weird little family, and chose to dedicate his time to them. 

It helped that he was just a little bit blood hungry. Just a little. 

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

“Well,” Minjun sighed passively, staring plaintively at the wall above him, “it was all so sudden…” Truth be told, him and authority figures have never gotten along—what with his history and all. But it came with the job, didn’t it?

“And truth be told, I can’t recollect a single thing; I pay no mind to fickle human matters. I’m a thousand years old, nothing phases me enough to be memorable.” He hoped and prayed that his false bravado and his evident distaste would be labeled as yet another trope aligning with ‘he’s rich, aloof, and doesn’t pay attention to things—he may be a little stupid’ in their books and let him go. Thus was the incompetence of the enforcers of law nowadays.

“If that’s all, I’ll be taking my leave.”

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: rainfall, starry nights and ocean waves . With a slight resemblance to PAING TAKHON of/the MODEL/ACTOR.

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Last Name, First Name: AYE NAGARR ALIAS: The Prince Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Patala [ The Netherworld ] Age: 214-years old Date of Birth: 14th February 1807, Saturday Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: He/him/they Species: Naga/Dragon Occupation: Businessman Sexual Orientation: Pansexual

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Skin Color: Color of jade when he transform Eye color: Amber Scars: A long scar on his back from battle Piercings: Ears Tattoos: Numerous; accents that represent his clan; in the recent years, he’d gotten marks that he saw in his dreams... Hair color: Black Abnormalities: N/A Horns/ wings/ etc: Fangs when in Naga form Transformed form: Serpent-like dragon

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Powers & Abilities: Naga/Dragon physiology, shape-shifting, flight in his naga form, speed in water, control of bodies of water, control of rainfall, floods, hurricanes, strength; possesses a stone that grants wishes Traits: Disciplined, Compulsive

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Date of Birth: 14th February 1807 Date of Death: N/A Crime Record: Outstanding record in his birth realm; minor traffic violation in the human world

Background/Biography:

As the old folklore goes, a valiant Nagaraja, Gyi, lived bountifully and happily in the netherworld, Patala. Many stories were written about him and his seven children, young Naga princes and princesses that often mingled with the humans, offering help to those who needed it. One story that had been repeated over decades was the Nagaraja’s loss, the taking of his youngest, Aye, the realm’s favorite.

During one of Aye’s ventures into the human world, unsuspecting humans that posed as people in need took advantage of the prince’s kindness, attempted to rob him of his precious belongings, stones he brought from Patala into the human realm. In his attempt to escape, Aye was injured causing him to loose all memories of his home and his identity...

Aye was taken in by an old farmer that somehow recognized him as a royal being of the underworld. However, all their many attempts to send him back to the netherworld failed. Unbeknownst to Aye, his world was threatened by an old enemy and old portals connecting Patala to the human world had been destroyed to protect the clan and the realm.

In the many years Aye lived with the farmer, he was well taken cared of. The older man vowed to be his servant and so as his descendants until his return in the underworld. In return, Aye helped the farmer prosper and his children and his children’s children after him.

A hundred years and Aye was well integrated in the human realm that he slowly forgotten his desire and will to get back to the family and home he could never remember until his companion, Kaung, the descendant of his old farmer companion, triggered his memory by bringing him his precious ruby from the underworld, the root of the farmer’s family’s success and his own in the human world.

With his newfound desire to get back to his realm, Aye traveled in search of another Naga, a close relative that had gone missing centuries before he was born. The news was his elder roamed the City of Agdeog...

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

“Just run us through what happened that night.”

The evening’s tragic event was still fresh in Aye’s mind. He was, in fact, the last person to lay eyes on the man that was found lifeless inside one of Ivory Lotus’ private rooms... Well, he was. And the murderer.

He didn’t miss the look the officer gave him as they waited for his response, whispers among the Ivory Lotus workers echoed in his ear. He realized it wasn’t going to go well for him. Many people saw the argument he had with the now dead client. He was a suspect.

Straightening in his seat, Aye met the investigator’s gaze but instead of answering the question, he asked one himself, “The worker that I was with - Did you find them?” His face bare of any expressions, assured that the worker he paid for the night would corroborate his story. However, he was informed that the worker had gone missing. With a frown lining his forehead Aye thought that things didn’t just happen without rhyme or reason. It wasn’t luck that decided they weren’t on his side. Someone knew he was in Agdeog and is working hard to prevent him from learning the truth about himself...

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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: walking through fields of daisies, an acid tablet on your tongue, the glitter of the sun on the moving, blue, water . With a slight resemblance to CHOI CHANHEE of/the THE BOYZ.

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last name, first name: doe, john alias: blue realm of birth(if earth, nationality): cosmic age: n/a - officials labeled found child to look around 5 human years, legal age 22 date of birth: n/a gender: non-binary male preferred pronouns: he/they species: planetary elf sexual orientation: homosexual

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skin color: grey with a glittering shift to it eye color: one grey/casted  over, the other blue crystal like. scars: one large birthmark like scar over hist stomach. piercings: up both ears, and one in his belly-button tattoos: a few tiny, delicate ones on various parts of his body hair color: natrually white, currently and constantly kept baby blye. abnormalities: his casted over eye, glittering tears horns/ wings/ etc: pointed ears transformed form: the lights on their feet and palms only glow when the sun sets, and their grey skin shifts like the diamonds their eyes used to resemble.

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief:  n/a sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / LUST  /  pride  /  ENVY  /  wrath virtues: CHASTITY  /  CHARITY  /  diligence  /  humility /  KINDNESS /  patience /  justice known languages: italian and korean, average english secrets: after blue was assaulted by an ex, that ex…mysteriously went missing savvies:  fashion, painting, sculpting, drawing powers & abilities: space/star elf physiology ( these types of elves live in space and reside in communities where magic and technology are one. this means that the technology they use will either be crystalline, or organic constructs that are both in tune with nature and capable of destroying whole cities.), cosmic entity physiology, star mediation, illusion magic, celestial magic, night vision, lunar (dark) magic. traits: resilient & indulgent

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date of birth: n/a date of death: approx. sometime during earth’s autumn of 1021 a.d. crime record: clean

Background/Biography:

the carnage rained down above him, an image he couldn’t quite make out with his youthful eyes. why was mother crying? why was father packing their things?

“there’s still room on the ship.” came as a hushed whisper, the elve’s siblings gathered in the living area as the sky ignited into flames. one of their many moons was breaking into pieces, and half of the planet was shrouded in a darkness no one could describe.

“why has she forsaken us?” was a phrase that was being screamed into the the streets as he was dragged along, knees dripping with their colored blood as his mother kept him in tow. they would make it, she kept screaming to them amongst the chaos, but as she spoke their hands parted ways, a severely burnt stranger running into the child out of panic and fear. she couldn’t come back to save him by the time she noticed.

the child only waved goodbye, glittering tears coming down his cheeks as he realized his fate, the only solace on his heart was his families safety.

it was mostly blackness after that, it seemed like an eternity and merely a few minutes all at the same time. the grass was soft and itchy as he awoke, sun beating down on his skin, a warmth that didn’t feel familiar. nothing, seemed familiar. the mountains were greyer, the snow atop them was whiter and the trees surrounded him on both sides, nothing but forest and foliage around him.

was this heaven? but everything seemed so real…too real almost. but he digressed, he had to. the child spent years in this wilderness, eating and learning among the wild until a family who spoke a language he’d never heard came across him. life amongst humans in the village was a show, and he was the main star, all eyes on the elf at all times. his grey skin and blue streaked hair, long pointed ears and mismatched eyes, the latter two granting him his name, the only name he’d come to know, ‘blue’.

it was simply by looks did they choose a jurisdiction for him, unable to speak any languages of earth aside the slight italian he owned, it was when the south korean government came in that things fell from the wild bliss he was born into.

they’d put him into systems, inked his fingers and changed his clothes. they forced a language onto him and put him from home to home, his picture blown up on every television screen every billboard. “do you know this child?”

“do you know me?”

“are you my family?” unbeknownst to them all including blue, that they were gone generations ago.

he grew up in this system, a cycle of foster homes and temporary placements, every few years a new photo of him is taken, plastered along the television stations and agdoeg signs. but he moved past it, he was getting older, and people were starting  not to care, including the officers who basically raised him.

even when the guy he’d sworn loved him hurt him in a way he couldn’t imagine. even when he’d had to hurt him back, they never came knocking, no one ever came looking for the evil bastard, even  as blue cleaned the assholes home of every stain he could find. he’d carry that burden  on, something new to take on since the horror of losing it all a life time ago, no longer existed in his mind,

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

the elf shifted in his sheet, brows furrowed in confusion. “nothing, i mean something but nothing. i don’t know where he is if that’s what you’re asking?”

the officers shook their heads, sliding the file onto the table.

“we know what happened to you, and we know he’s been missing for days, and we think you know more than what you’re telling us.”  he tossed his bangs to the side, slipping back in the plastic chair.

“look, i don’t know what you’re insinuating, but if you’re trying to say that i had something to do with that asshole up and leaving you’re wrong.”

“don’t make us get a warrant, blue is it? or whatever color it is. one day you get what you call ‘r*ped’, the system didn’t care so you took care of it are we right? we can’t help you if you don’t help us.”

the elf’s eye twitched in anger. how dare they, what did they actually know? a bit of research on the infamous john doe and suddenly they knew everything about him. he rolled his eyes to hide his emotions, though his ducts burned with tears.

“if you need anything else from me, you better have a fucking warrant for my arrest.” he had to hurry back to his place, there was a lot to clean  up.