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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ

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. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [known abilities] ࿐ྂ
❒ human ➜ metahuman

▬ gained abilities: telepathy, enhanced senses, atmokinesis, spell casting

▬ small story: these were the first abilities to manifest right off the bat. the second chris was 'reborn', he was hit with it all at once and it only made him more disoriented. he fell into a brief coma as his body struggled to adapt to the changes it was forced to undergo. it was an extremely trying period.

❒ metahuman ➜ lord of shadows

▬ gained abilities: shadow travel, umbrakinesis, night vision, pressure manipulation, necromancy

▬ small story: these abilities. . . formed under pressure. in a way, they were forced out through the various tests and methods of torture he endured by his masters. chris still doesn't have a full grasp on them, especially his umbrakinesis power, but is going through the motions so that they don't control him.

❒ lord of shadows ➜ king of shadows

▬ gained abilities: darkness symbiosis, immortality

▬ small story: under construction . . . 0%

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ɪᴠ. ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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ɪᴠ. ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀᴀɪᴛꜱ

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▻ secrets: is secretly the artist on spotify known as CB97, more to be added.

▻ fears: losing someone he loves, failing to protect the innocent, the necromancer, pretty much all vampires, his bosses

▻ bad habits: over-working himself to the point of collapsing, ignoring his body's warning signs (like needing to eat, rest, etc), shuts down easily, pessimistic idealizations and suicidal tendencies

▻ pet-peevs: power hungry whores, one acting like a victim in a situation they created, anyone who hurts women, animals, children, or the elderly, god complexes, snobby people, having to repeat himself, more to be added

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ɪᴠ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ∷ ꜱᴏᴏʜʏᴜᴋ

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ɪᴠ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ꜰᴏᴜʀ ∷ ꜱᴏᴏʜʏᴜᴋ

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▒ coming soon . . . 3% complete

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ɪɪ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ 

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ɪɪ. ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀɪꜱᴛɪᴄꜱ 

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▻ hobbies: drawing and sketching, making music, singing, baking, creative writing, training or working out
▻ combat skills: highly trained combatant (assassin level), knows many forms of hand-to-hand fighting styles, perfect archery skills, stealthy and quiet, will use the environment and objects around him to either blend in better or to his advantage in a brawl, keen senses
▻ preferred weapons: bow and arrow, crossbow, special pistols and daggers, katanas, hidden blades, bare fists

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ɪɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ∷ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ∷ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ

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▒ not fully aware of just what is happening to him, chris had tried redirect himself to the nearest kingdom in hopes of finding some help. what is aware of is the fact that something in him was changing.

one minute, he was on the forest floor staring up at the overcast sky about to take his last breath when all of a sudden it was as if the air was punched back into his lungs. something foreign, dark, and powerful invaded his senses and consumed him like ink in water.

in and out of consciousness, chris continued blindly making his way through the trees when more trouble found him. a pack of greedy men. well, from what they looked like on the outside at least. when it became apparent that they had ill intentions, christopher did his best to fight them off despite his own circumstances. and through the blurry images of that particular night, he vividly remembers tearing them apart with his bare hands.

the surviving three men managed to subdue chris and hold him hostage, subjugating him to all sorts of torture methods as revenge for killing their buddies.

chris was repeatedly drugged, beaten, and assaulted over the course of four days. by noon on day five, dripping crimson and brain matter was the new wallpaper.

turns out, killing off this group of greedy men was somewhat of a good thing; it actually got him the help he needed. that's when chris learns that he. . . no longer was human. not fully, at least.

somewhere somehow, the necromancer that attacked elysium was killed off and as a last resort to continue 'living', a back-up spell was created to bind his essence and power to someone who was of the living. when the necromancer first met chris, he had branded him without the other knowing so that there was an escape window ready when things go south.

essentially: chris doesn't know if the powers he has are his own. . . or someone else's.

two men eventually found their way to chris after hearing about the slaughter and offered him a deal too good to be true. spoiler alert: it was. they tricked him, lied to him. took advantage of his emotionally vulnerable state by saying they heard reports of survivors from elysium, promised him all sorts of things to keep him coming until they had him right where they wanted him. . . and snatched him up.

they offered vaguely explained 'tests' that were supposed to help chris discover and master his newfound abilities. however, there was an underlining ulterior motive beneath said tests that would eventually come to light the day chris first tried to defy them. those tests weren't just made to help broaden his horizons, they were made to point out his weaknesses. and there was one particular weakness that stood out amongst the rest: electricity. they decided to test a theory that day when chris tried to size one of them up, and it was a huge success. chris crumbled the second the electricity hit him and was rendered powerless for a good amount of time. this was when the two men put their real plan into motion.

ownership. they never intended to give chris freedom or help him fit into this city. they wanted to own him. after seeing how much promise this fresh out of the box metahuman harbored with only half of his abilities unlocked, they wanted chris all to themselves — and so they made it happen. legally binding christopher them under a master and slave contract, he was forced to do their bidding from that point forward. or else they'd use another theory on him, and it was always the same thing just executed differently each time; they got creative with it, and eventually, christopher began to fear them.

living under the guise of being a master with full reign of his freedom while, in all actuality, there were invisible shackles around his ankles, chris grew into something he never thought he'd become.

his masters deemed it fit that he become their errand boy, as they so lovingly called it. chris got his hands dirty for them. he killed for them. he spilled blood for them. he burned down houses for them. he ended family bloodlines for them. he did whatever they asked him to, otherwise would not be a pretty scene.

not wanting anyone to know who he was, chris chose to isolate himself. he chose a random, barely held together shack on the outskirts of town and moved in and created a double life for himself; hoping to feel the warmth of normalcy around the cold steel of a blood tie. he got a job as a bouncer at the nightclub, bought an abandoned shop and opened up a tattoo parlor, attended festivities and gatherings, entertained the idea of "slaves", anything to be and look normal. unsuspecting.

for the next four decades, chris has remained in the same shack, has remained under the same facade, has worn the same mask, has wielded the same blood-soaked sword, has fought the same fight time and time again; knowing that he will die never knowing what it was like to live.

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ɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ∷ ʟᴀᴛᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ?

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ɪɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴡᴏ ∷ ʟᴀᴛᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴍᴇʀ ᴏʀ ᴄᴜʀꜱᴇᴅ?

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▒ sometimes, chris wondered if he was a latebloomer or simply cursed. . .

with a bloodline filled with powerful and successful mages of all ranges and specialties, there was always that chance that someone would be born without any abilities. nothing of use to contribute to society with. a human living in a family of immortals. a burden.

most mage covens often killed off their "human" offspring, for if they bore no magical prowess, then their life was forfeited. those who were allowed to live were condemned to a life of slavery, abuse, and mistreatment. it was a very cruel and greedy way of going about things, because in some cases, if some offspring happened to have immense power. . . it would eventually be stolen by the very people who created them.

the other mage covens thought differently and cradled their "human" offspring close, treating them like porcelain dishes that needed to be treated with the utmost care. for some mages, who had lost their real families long ago always long for some sense of humanity, of fragility, of innocence. so they would swear and oath to protect the "human" offspring. no matter the cost.

christopher happened to be born in one of those covens. and he also happened to be "human". . . powerless. useless. he was the firstborn, so of course there were high expectations. look at his parents, for instance.

his mother was a renown healer, whose remedies and abilities were able to save thousands of people. she was able to create cures for various diseases, illnesses, and poisons. she had eventually opened up an apothecary in elysium that garnered all sorts of visitors from other kingdoms and regions on a daily basis. she was charming, nurturing, intelligent, and even had the same exact eye condition as chris: complete heterochromia.

then there was his father. to be honest, chris never knew if people revered his father or feared him. perhaps it was a strong mix of both, because his father was one of elysium's arknights; the highest ranking knights in a kingdom. they are known to be brutal warriors who survived numerous wars. they have protected their kingdom for years upon years, having sworn a blood oath to the royal family when they were children. he had no choice but to take part in their useless tyrants and tantrums known as "wars". but by doing this numerous times and surviving, he was hailed a war hero.

so when news came about that they were expecting, people talked. people speculated. 'would he have his mother's healing abilities? or his father's strength? would he have both?'

the answer was neither, it seemed. chris was born without any magical abilities and despite his disadvantage, his family protected and smothered him in love nonetheless. it's not like chris grew up in a home where affection was scarce, however he always felt like the odd one out and that was to be a given.

eventually, his younger sister came into the picture, hannah. she was pretty much a mirror image of their mother. she inherited her healing capabilities and showed extraordinary talent, proving to be a child prodigy before she turned ten. then there was the youngest, lucas, who could somehow lift a couch single-handedly at the ripe age of four. it was clear he got father's genes.

chris' younger siblings flourished in their natural born powers while he struggled with trying to figure out his place in the world. it clearly wasn't with the mages, nor was it with actual humans. for a good chunk of his early childhood, chris really struggled with a sense of identity and belonging, never being able to shake the feeling that he just wasn't meant for this world.

despite this major setback, chris eventually hit a point in life when he no longer wanted to be the one putting limits on himself. he constantly shoved himself in a box and called it "safety" when it was really ignorance and avoidance. deciding to put himself to use, chris began training with his father; not only learning how to fight but learning discipline, humility, trust within oneself, courage, willpower, etc.

no matter his efforts, no matter the hours and days spent training, that nagging feeling always lingered in the darkest corner of his mind, scraping its talons along the cave-like walls of his mind.

then. . . things came to a skidding halt. it was the night leading into chris' 17th birthday. they came in like a tidal wave overnight, climbing over the kingdom's walls, pouring into the streets and knocking down homes. chris was startled awake by his mother and was given no time to process the screams, the smell of ash, burning flesh, blood — given no time to process how badly injured his mother was or even the sight of his half-dead brother cradled in her arms — as he was dragged into the basement, into the secret protective room built into the foundation. once she knew that they were somewhere safe and undetectable, she informed her eldest son of the atrocity going on in the streets of their city.

elysium was under attack. it was no real surprise, and yet it was equally horrifying none the same. no one was prepared for the attack, so none of the knights or soldiers had any time to even put on their armor before they were sworn into battle. there was a dome around the city, no one could leave, it was a free-for-all slaughterhouse and they were sitting ducks.

chris had no choice but to remain hidden underground as the ravenous murders continued above him. both his mother and brother died in his arms within an hour of them reaching safety, their wounds far too great for their bodies to handle. chris was too distraught and fear-striken to move from the basement, so he watched the door, convinced his father would walk through any minute.

five whole days passed and no one came to the door. chris knew he had to face what was out there eventually, but he was not at all prepared for what was to come. . .

the devastation hit him like no other. finding the mutilated corpses of his sister and father, along with the beings responsible for their deaths — a master vampire and a powerful necromancer, both of which took a creepy liking to christopher. the master vampire wasted no time to get a taste of him, and was not at all gentle about it, while the necromancer took his time torturing and assaulting chris. it was a cruel back and forth. just when he was on the brink of death, they show mercy.

they leave him for dead.

they tie him up, make him watch as they burn and tear down elysium's lone standing building — the castle — before abandoning him in the mountainside with an eerie promise: if you survive this, we will meet again.

severely injured and clinging to life, chris wandered the vast forest for days before collapsing. this is when something dramatic changed in him and he was morphed into something different, something darker, meaner. it was like something invaded him, body and soul, and nestled into the crook of his subconscious to make a home there. it was excruciating and disorienting, to be on the brink of death on minute then feel uncontrollable power coursing through your veins the next.

sometimes, chris wondered if he were a latebloomer or simply cursed. . .

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ∷ ᴀ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ

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ɪ. ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏɴᴇ ∷ ᴀ ꜰᴀʟʟᴇɴ ᴋɪɴɢᴅᴏᴍ

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▒ nestled between two mountains was a sizely kingdom full of wealth, pride, and lust. its rulers were always known to be just as extravagant, if not as selfish.

when there is money, there is greed. when there is greed, there is violence. when there is violence, there is blood spilled — cold and warm.

elysium. a powerful kingdom that was both laughed at and feared. the king and queen were frivolous and covetous people, and their offspring were just as such. it was needless to say that the immense hatred towards the royal family eventually spread to the people who called that usurping stretch of land home.

there were many enemies. too many to count on both hands. when the lies, treachery, deceit, needless wars finally became too much, they banded together so they could all watch a greedy, blood-stained kingdom fall along with its rulers and everyone who stood by them.

and since elysium harbored no singular species, there were no singular enemies. it was almost akin to a tidal wave of supernatural beings flooding the streets, tearing through home after home after home; laughing in the horrified faces of their victims. they had placed a magical dome around the kingdom so no one could escape. no one could get out. the screams and cries for help could be heard from neighboring kingdoms, but no one came to their aid. . .

it was a massacre. bodies were scattered everywhere, and the freshly fallen snow was tainted a dark crimson. the fires had stretched high into the sky and burned for days, turning the snowfall grey for weeks.

what was once a bustling metropolis was. . . no more.

no skyscrapers lined the mountain side. no castle remained. no home remained. every building had been burned to ash. the entire plot of land had been leveled, flattened, stomped on like an ant falling mercy to a boot: helpless, tiny, weak.

bodies — body parts — were strewn all over the streets haphazardly, carelessly. spiked heads of the royal family lined the kingdom's walls as both a mockery and a souvenir.

and soon, elysium was eradicated from history books. with no one speaking one good word of the kingdom and of its people, no one thought it be fit that they would be remembered in any way. the city was completely erased. and with the dome preventing anyone from escaping, there were no survivors recorded as their attackers made sure to strike at the right time and make sure to get every single person in there. regardless if you resided in the city or if you just happened to be passing through, you were met with the end of a blade.

perhaps if they were a little more thorough in one particular home. . . they would have realized someone survived.

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ɪɪɪ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴛʀᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱʏꜱᴛᴇᴍ

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"=⌕ soohyuk /

📨 location: discord thread
📨 status: replied

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ɪɪ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

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ɪɪ. ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

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"=⌕ soohyuk / for you, a thousand times over

📨 connection: the one to be trusted. the one to be kind. the one to be in love with. the one to burn the world for. the one to fight for. the one to live for.

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ɪ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ

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ɪ. ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴀᴄʜɪɴɢ

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timezone: gmt -5

writing style: 3rd pov, descriptive 1st

writing length: multipara, can do novella based on muse levels

preferences: drama, angst, plotting > winging

writing triggers: anything that isn't plotted or discussed beforehand, one-liners

reply speed: 7/10

.·:*¨༺ hello there! my pronouns are she/her. i am over 18 years old, so there's no need to worry about me being a minor. i do work and have a social life so i won't be active all 100% of the time but i will still be present if that makes any sense lol if you have any questions about plotting or if you're unsure about something, please don't hesitate to contact me immediately!! i promise i'm open-minded and understanding ♥ this also applies to ideas that you want to try out as well - i'm always eager to rp in any way i can uwu i hope we can rp together soon!

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ɪɪɪ. ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢꜱ

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ɪɪɪ. ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴄʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʀᴀᴠɪɴɢꜱ

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▻ turn ons: hair-pulling, rough sex, body worship, dirty talk, asphyxiation, edge play, exhibitionism, bondage, gagging/choking, spanking, katoptronophilia, orgasm control, ownership kink, praise kink, wax play, double penetration, rimming, french kissing, sensory deprivation, toys/vibrators, free-hanging, up against walls, biting, breeding kink, nipple play, possessiveness, size difference/size kink, being manhandled, quirofilia, barebacking, claiming/marking, multiple orgasms

▻ turn offs: anything involved with bodily fluids, blood play, whips

▻ preferences: submissive, power bottom with brat tendencies

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ɪɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ

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ɪɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴏʟᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋᴇʏ

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╰┈➤ ❝ [soohyuk。] ❞

❒ status:

❒ since:

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [♡ my love]

୭ [coming soon...]

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ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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ɪ. ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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▻ sexual orientation: demi

▻ romantic orientation: homo

▻ giving-love language(s): quality time, acts of service, physical touch

▻ receiving-love language(s): words of affirmation, physical touch, quality time

▻ relationship status: single, in love

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ɪ. ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ

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ɪ. ᴛᴀꜱᴛᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴇꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ

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▻ likes: warm cinnamon tea, whiskey/rum, pasta dishes, havarti cheese, pizza, stargazing, watching the sunsets/sunrises, long drives on his motorcycle, reading books, anything lemon (esp lemon meringue pie and lemon bars), cherries, wine (preferably red), smoking weed, music, anything potato (esp fries and baked potatoes)

▻ dislikes: tomatoes, sweet potatoes, celery, strawberries, failing to protect those who are innocent, showing emotion, being poked and prodded for answers, annoying noises like loud chewing, jelly

▻ goals: once dreamed of becoming a DJ, revenge for his loved ones

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ɪɪ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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ɪɪ. ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟꜱ

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▻ birth marks: none

▻ beauty marks: dimples, prominent freckles on his face and shoulders, small moles here and there over his whole body

▻ fashion sense: leans toward monochromatic colors (black, white and grey), usually wears a necklace and some rings, prefers combat boots rather than sneakers, often uses chain accessories

▻ tattoos: right hand, right calf/knee sleeve, both forearms, chest, left leg/side,

▻ piercings: both ears pierced 5 times, left nostril, tongue, bottom lip, right nipple

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ɪ. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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ɪ. ᴀᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ

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▻ height: 1.71cm (5'7")

▻ weight: 65kg (143llbs)

▻ eye color: complete heterochromia — right eye sky blue, left eye both green + brown

▻ hair color: snow white — including brows + lashes

▻ general physique: built and muscular, wide shoulders, slim torso and waist

▻ scars: small one on his right eyebrow, jagged scar starting on his left mid-thigh and extending over the side of his hip, an array of small sized scars all over arms and shoulders with medium to larger ones covering his torso and back

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ [types of forms] ࿐ྂ
❒ human

▬ types of looks: casual attire, work attire, assassin attire

▬ description/notes: while you may catch him in various kinds of black outfits, one thing will be the same: he may look human and bleed red but there was something else there, hidden underneath his skin; watching, waiting. something to be wary of.

❒ lord king of shadows

▬ reference/inspiration: coming soon...

▬ description/notes: coming soon...

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ミ the negative

— quiet/anti-social

to say that chris wasn't a people person was an . . . understatement. labeling him as a dedicated introvert was putting it politely. if it wasn't for his career path, he wouldn't even leave his hideout. the words that leave his mouth are calculated and always baring a reason; chris is selectively mute in the sense that he chooses when to speak and, most importantly, who to speak to. there are plenty of people who have interacted with him over the course of years and haven't heard a single word. so don't take it personal if he just stares at you, menacingly. definitely don't take it personal . . .

— callous/distrustful

yeah it really comes to no shock just how distrustful chris really is. to be genuinely honest, there are only 5 people that he trusts . . . and 4 of them are six feet under. with how not only his family but his home was decimated, chris' trust is extremely rare. consider it a black pearl, if you will; expensive. so once you have his trust, it is advised that you do your best to maintain it, to nurture it, to let it grow overtime because the second you neglect it is the second it shrinks away from you. there are no second chances.

— workaholic

working himself to the bone with both his choice and also not his choice. his bosses treated him like an on-the-call slave worker to do their dirty deeds more than anything. chris was always working, there was hardly a time where he wasn't. he will go days without sleep or food due to how non-stop the calls/contracts are. there are even some cases where he is working multiple contracts at once; having to endure one battle after another just to try to finish the day only for it to start over all over again.

— abrasive/rude

it is said that angels disguise themselves as demons to ward off evil while a demon makes itself look beautiful to deceive people. chris doesn't consider himself an angel in any way necessary, though daemon's presence only seems to further stamp that phrase to his character. chris is mean. he is rude. he is blunt. he doesn't sugarcoat shit. and he sure as hell will not apologize for hurting your feelings.

— careless/reckless

despite the tough guy persona, he carries his own demons. the continuous nightmares keep him focused, reminding him of everything that is wrong. for some reason, chris has a fucking death wish; convinced that he will someday be reunited with his deceased family, because that is the least he deserves. a part of him is driven by the constant madness that his job brings, a part of him even enjoys it and relies on it; fighting and killing and surviving is all that he has ever known. so shoving himself into the heat of battle has always been a no brainer. death doesn't scare him anymore, in fact he chases it. his body barely processes pain because how much he had to physically be put back together throughout the years due to various injuries, like some fucked up version of frankenstein. with this, chris smiles in the face of the grim reaper.

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ɪɪɪ. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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ɪɪɪ. ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

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ミ the positive

— courageous/fearless

it genuinely takes some guts to face what he faces every single day and still get back up, still continue fighting. no matter the threat that lies before him, chris has shown immense courage by refusing to back down and show weakness to those aiming for his throat.

— observant/keen-eyed

chris is always very aware of his surroundings. he knows of every exit, every window, every window. with his enhanced senses helping construct a better picture in his head, chris is able to fully map out an entire house within seconds. not only that, being skilled in reading body language and reading the room made it impossible to lie to him.

— intuitive/knowledgeable

there is a lot of knowledge stored away in his brain, all retained from the years he's stained this earth; soaking up any bit of information he comes across like a sponge. truth be told. . . chris knows things he shouldn't. about really important, powerful people. he knows a lot of things. what you think he doesn't know, he knows and then some. so be careful with him, he probably has dirt on you too.

— reasonable/open-minded

standing on the line between right and wrong, good and bad, chris stood. despite being a killer who executed his targets in cold blood, the innocent ones that he spared hail him as anything but a monster. he is morally grey, fully capable to recognizing a corrupt ceo and someone who really just needed some insulin.

— emotionally intelligent

being reasonable naturally meant that he was empathetic, sympathetic, compassionate, all of the above — chris' strongest suit is how emotionally intelligent he is, and his ability to show mercy even when delivering the final swipe of his blade. he has mourned all of his losses in secrecy, when no prying eyes could bare witness to his biggest weakness: emotion.

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▻ date of birth: oct 3

▻ age: 23

▻ birthplace: elysium (uh·li·zhee·uhm)

▻ current residence: nomad — currently resides in an abandoned cottage

⤿ interior: 🏠︎

⤿ exterior: 🏠︎

▻ known languages: english, korean, japanese, italian, spanish, latin, german, russian

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ɪ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏ

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ɪ. ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏ

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▻ birth name: christopher bang

▻ alias name(s): chan, cb97

▻ assassin name: vagabond

▻ pronouns: he/him

▻ position & rank: submissive master

▻ species: mage — necromancer

⤿ title/rank: lord of shadows

▻ main occupation(s): bouncer at "the riot" nightclub, contract assassin

▻ side occupation(s): tattoo artist & owner of inksignia, music producer/composer