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𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 。

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𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 。

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✦ orientation:

romantic: biromantic & greyromantic

sexual: bisexual & demisexual

✦ status: single

✦ love language: acts of service & gift giving

jiyong prefers someone who is understanding of the emotional weight he carries, who is patient and can help him through his emotional breakdowns. he prefers someone who is honest with integrity.

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✦ mbti:

Architect (INTJ): Rational and quick-witted, Architects pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. But because their minds are never at rest, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them.

✦ western zodiac: ☀️ Sagittarius, ☾ Capricorn, ↑ Aquarius

✦ eastern zodiac: Fire Rooster (1837)

✦ positive traits:

quick-witted　　Jiyong, due to his history in the military and a trained soldier, is quick to think and make actions.

innovative　　Jiyong does not subscribe to "traditional" or "conventional" ways of thinking if they are not working. He is always looking to improve on things and himself for the better good.

ambitious　　He wishes to always wishes to do something with his life and always has a goal in mind.

diplomatic　　Due to his occupation as part of the military and his strained family relations, he is a person that others usually go for when in need of a mediator. He is cordial and tries to make everyone happy.

playful & charming　　Jiyong likes to tease those he is close to and has a way with words that makes people oft think he is flirting with them, even when he isn't.

kindness & justice　　Jiyong is very kind, especially to those who are vulnerable. He has a strong sense of justice and is willing to put his life on the line for the greater good.

✦ negative traits:

perfectionist　　While Jiyong's perfectionism is admired in his field of work, especially to his higher-ups, it can usually come to a detriment to his mental health often leading him to stress out over things excessively. Can also lead to certain things of his becoming unnecessarily complicated and taking too long. This usually shows up when it comes to things he is really passionate about.

harsh　　Sometimes when Jiyong provides critiques or advice they can come off as harsh due to his inability to soften the blows and his bluntness.

insecure　　Due to his father's critical training when he was young, him and his brother's strained relationship, and the people in Jeongju's doubt in him, he thinks very little of himself and isn't very confident in his abilities, especially when it pertains his status as a duke.

violent　　Due to Jiyong's PTSD regarding his parents' death and his strong sense of justice, Jiyong is prone to fits of rage and violence when surrounded with a lot of death and blood. This is almost so intense that he becomes unrecognizable. Afterwards, he will go into a cold, neutral state, and is almost unreachable.

✦ habits:

good habits　　Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras mauris felis, fermentum ac scelerisque ut, hendrerit id orci.

bad habits　　Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras mauris felis, fermentum ac scelerisque ut, hendrerit id orci.

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #1 。

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #1 。

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✦　currently, jiyong has a lot of people he considers to be his pseudo-siblings. he feels like they are just like they are actually his siblings, and treat them as such, no matter their gender, class, or age. since he was 15, his relationship with his siblings has declined to a degree that made him incredibly lonely and distant from everyone in his family. his collection of pseudo-siblings could be an indicator that he wants to have a close, sibling-like relationship once again, but doesn't know how to speak to his actual siblings and doesn't know how to repair their relationship.

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𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 。

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𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 。

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december 5th, 2024

updated some information regarding connections & family

added some more personality information

june 20th, 2024

added a timeline and thread compilation/timeline

added and updated connections & skeletons

march 13th, 2024

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jiyong grew up in a happy family, something others may have noted as "unheard of" in families such as these. they were a family that heavily focused on military training. jiyong's mother died when he was still quite young, and his father remarried to a nice woman that jiyong quite liked.

a good family life did not last long, as when jiyong was in his teenage years, he and his parents had taken a trip out of their estate. they were ambushed by presumably bandits, and the only person who made it out alive was jiyong (including the bandits), who had to find his way back home on his own. he was missing for a day, since he was able to find his way back home thanks to a kind woman in a village nearby.

jiyong's life changed drastically from that point, but much of it was kept internaly.

after his father's death, much of his father's life and past came to life. including the fact that jiyong's eldest brother was in fact, a bastard child and was not jiyong's full-sibling. this made it so he was unfit to be the head of the oh household, but they tried to prevent from this information going public for as long as they could to hopefully train jiyong into becoming the new head.

while jiyong's family had slowly fallen apart, he had thrust himself into his duties and becoming a formidable head of house, doing his best not to indulge himself into his personal life.

during this time, the oh household's stability was questioned due to jiyong's young age and the state the household had been left in. however, after an uprising that the oh household had been tasked in quelling, where it had seemed all hope had been lost, jiyong had come out of the blood bath victorious.

jiyong's "true side" is unknown, as only a very small amount of people know what this entails... but most people do not believe in a "true" side of jiyong, since he seems very well-mannered and nice.

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𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤 。

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𝙗𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙘 𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙤 。

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✦ full name: oh jiyong

吳志龍　・　"吳" big, to shout, the state of wu; "志" will, determination; "龍" dragon, chief, hero

aliases: n/a.

nicknames: tbd.

✦ age & birthdate: 31 years old & november 27th, 1837

✦ ranking: yangban

✦ house: house of oh, the blue lion

✦ occupation: head of house + military officer

✦ gender & pronouns: cis man, he / him

✦ birthplace: jeongju, joseon

✦ inspirations: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd from fire emblem: three houses

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #2 。

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #2 。

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✦　the close friendship between duke oh jiyong of the house of the blue lion and marchioness ryu yeonhwa of the house of the willow tree was borne from a misunderstanding.

over two decades ago, when they were both still but young children, jiyong's delicate facial features and once-soft demeanor had painted a picture of gentle femininity that caught yeonhwa's attention. in her youthful innocence, she had mistaken him for a girl by the name of jiyeon, and thus approached him with the intention of gaining a potential older sister figure. in him, she had seen saw the embodiment of the sisterly figure she yearned for — someone to confide in, someone to share laughter and secrets with.

jiyong, who had no idea of this misconception of hers, had greeted her warmly and welcomed it when she sought out his company more often than not. while she was getting his name wrong, he had assumed it was probably a mispronunciation error on her part. it would take weeks before the truth finally came out, when she asked jiyong if she could call her "jiyeon eonni" in a sign of friendship and he had replied with "i'm a boy."

her initial shock gave way to laughter as she realized her mistake, yet she found herself unaffected by this revelation (aside, of course, from embarrassment on her error). their friendship only flourished from this point on, and it is something that jiyong still teases her about.

【 written by ryu yeonhwa, aspera 】

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𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 。

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𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 。

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★ 　ooc info

★ 　basic info

☆ 　personality stuff

★ 　background stuff

★ 　headcanons

★ 　connections

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #3 。

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𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣 #3 。

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NOT CANON. KEPT HERE CUZ ITS GOOD

— ✦ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ᴇʟɪɢɪʙʟᴇ ʙᴀᴄʜᴇʟᴏʀ, 1858。

it had been over 5 years since jiyong had last attended one of these soirées, or galas, or balls, something or other, jiyong really couldn’t tell the difference. even before, when his father had been standing in front of him alongside his duchess— of whom everyone whispered about— jiyong did not particularly care about the semantics. they were parties, times to see his friends, to see smiles adorn his family’s faces, though not rare, certainly aplenty on nights like these.

and so, when jiyong had been called up for his award, it felt like some kind of sick joke. whether it be thanks to the gods or the king himself, though the thought was blasphemous and treasonous, earning him a spot in hell and in the royal dungeon, jiyong couldn't help but thing that something had to be against him.

because only a few days ago, when jiyong had to push away the one person who made him smile again after what happened to his parents— all for what probably made him the apple of everyone's eyes tonight. the potential title of duchess. after all, only a few days after this, jiyong would official become duke of the oh clan, the head of the blue lions, and so, anyone would want that title attached to their name, too.

everyone except jiyong.

he smiled all the same, a perfect caricature of who he once was, and bowed his head ever so gently with each congratulatory smile. it was a gift, a blessing, from those gods, from the king, from his father—

it would remain a curse for jiyong, and no doubt, for anyone who dare come near him.

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 。

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𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 。

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✦ likes:

combat　　Before he was set to become Duke, Jiyong loved the art of combat, both in strategy and in weapon practice. If he had not become Duke, Jiyong believes he would have tried to still become a higher up in the Ministry of War & Defence, hopefully Jeolbu.

board games　　Jiyong particularly likes Baduk, though he has not played in many years.

justice　　Particularly enamoured with the idea of justice, Jiyong works in favour of benefiting the weak and those experiencing injustice. However, his sense of justice may be skewed or biased, though he is not willing to admit this.

music　　He is not often given the chance to listen to it, but Jiyong likes to spend mandatory social events merely listen to music. He particularly favours the haegeum.

✦ dislikes:

insects　　Particularly flies and maggots. Due to his years on the battlefield, he often is reminded of the bodies he had seen on the field when he sees maggots, and particularly when flies land on his face.

carriages　　Though his main form of transport over long distances, Jiyong does not like the small enclosed space that carriages bring.

corruption　　Who would like corruption? Jiyong is the type of person to dislike those who use loopholes for their own gain, though he does not believe he is above it.

fragile objects　　Jiyong has an unconvential strength in his hands, leading him to be useless in archery and skills requiring precision and small objects like sewing. He also has a tendency to be clumsy when moving about his home, so he likes to make sure fragile objects are kept safe.

✦ hobbies:

Jiyong at present doesn't have... Any hobbies. He spends most of his free-time investigating or training or tending to his horse, Jjareu. In the past he would play board games, study tea, and write poetry, but he doesn't do many things for leisure at this time.

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂

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𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 。

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𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 。

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✦ height: 189cm

✦ faceclaim: park chanyeol / exo

✦ eyes: dark brown, with almost perfect vision jiyong is able to fight with arrows (if need be, he is not very good with them) with little to no impairment.

✦ hair: dark black and long, usually tied to keep out of his way. hates dressing it up to look formal, even when insisted.

✦ tattoos: n/a

✦ scars: battle scars, including a large one down his back from an uprising a few years ago where he almost died. the rest are small and not worth noting. from battle or from training.

✦ clothing style: likes to wear clothes that make it easy to breathe and move, as he is always weary of being attacked. usually dressed in armour and is rarely seen in casual clothing outside of his estate.

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✦ secrets they will share:

his family　　A secret but not a secret, Jiyong has no intention on sharing this information due to it not being about it but also because most people already know. His brother's true parentage and what happened to Jiyong on the day his parents died, many already know the gruesome reality, though many do not talk about it, including Jiyong himself.

previous connection　　Another secret Jiyong does not share, but because everyone already knows about it. His previous engagement is a well-known secret, if one can even call it that, but Jiyong never speaks about it.

being the duke　　A secret that is only "shared" to those who know him well. Jiyong does not explictly say this, but those who know him and listen to him speak (as guarded as he may be) know that he is not happy with his lot in life, and though he is a capable Duke, he does not like being Duke.

✦ secrets kept to themselves:

theories behind the incident　　Jiyong pretends to not be affected by his parents' death, no more than any child would be after the trauma. But Jiyong does not tell anyone how much time he spends investigating their murders and finding any piece or shred of evidence to see who was behind that day.

justice in his own hands　　Jiyong does things that are considered "against the law" to find evidence pertaining to his parents' death and to make those involved pay. This involves espionage, stealing of property and sensitive information, murder, and torture of seemingly involved individuals.

✦ known fears:

claustrophobia　　The fear of small, enclosed spaces. Jiyong particularly hates carriages, often leaving the windows open if he is ever in one.

fear of death　　Perhaps the only thing that kept him alive on the battlefield. The desire to live to finish his goals makes him afraid of dying.

✦ unrecognized fears:

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fear　　Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras mauris felis, fermentum ac scelerisque ut, hendrerit id orci.

fear　　Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras mauris felis, fermentum ac scelerisque ut, hendrerit id orci.

fear　　Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Cras mauris felis, fermentum ac scelerisque ut, hendrerit id orci.

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♡ ;　𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

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♡ ;　𝐇𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆

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ꗃ status: alive
ꗃ type: past, romantic

Details to be finalized.

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂 / 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂

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✿ ryu yeonhwa 8 seconds ago Reply

jiyong is just here to be a menace and i respect it

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𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 。

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𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙬 。

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✦ npc familial relations:

oh jiwoon: father, deceased (npc)

oh (neé seo) seulyu: mother, deceased (npc)

oh (neé yu) miyoung: step-mother, deceased (npc)

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𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣。

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𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣。

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a yangban family hailing over the area of jeongju. known for their military prowess and local exports of seafood, their loyalty to the royal family remains unmatched in how they fight alongside them and against any enemies with their seasoned fighters. they are currently under the command of oh jiyong, the second youngest member of their family, who had, from a young age, been in control of the family alongside "helpers" that was his eldest half-brother and relatives. the current state of the household is relatively stable after jiyong's achievements in the military, after many years of uncertainty since the former head's untimely death.

head of house: duke oh jiyong

members: oh sejin, daughter (34), third son (31)

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𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 #1 。

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𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 #1 。

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✦　[ TW : heavy mentions of gore, violence, death, decapitation, hallucinations, grief ]

Blood, bile, human gore and despair permeated through every faint breeze that graced Jiyong's presence. He had out his broadsword, his pole arm long lost in the fighting along with his horse whom he swore he loved so much, but like everything else, it was gone, no more important than the smoke and ash that whipped around, dirtied Jiyong's blood-soaked skin.

May death be your only companion.

A tune played through Jiyong's head as he looked over the carnage. Hm, hm, hmmm... One his mother would sing to calm him down from thunderstorms, his head held against her chest, tears staining her priceless fabrics, yet she did not care for his tears held the childhood innocence... A trait so fleeting, so finite that even a sphere of gold the size of the moon could not pay for. Gold was meaningless in times like these.

He swung his sword at an incoming Qing Soldier, a head torn off by the mere might of his enemy, rolling for a couple rotations, before the eyes stared up at Jiyong in an all-too familiar fright. Jiyong pushed the body before it slumped on top of him, his strength enough to send it flying into one of his brethren. The shriek of horror lasted for only a few moments before Jiyong swung again, and then, he was alone in the clearing.

Or so he wanted to be.

"I hear you," Jiyong murmured, swinging his sword into the empty husk of the corpse below him, slicing open the body, even though it was already dead. "I HEAR YOU! YOUR SCREAMS WILL BE AVENGED!"

Another soldier, behind him, his stance tight, arms shaking as they tried to line up the arrow to Jiyong's head, his heart, his stomach, /anything/ to get this man laying down alongside his enemies. Those who deserved to die. Yet, the lonely arrow in his quiver did nothing, flying past Jiyong's cheek and leaving a scratch, alongside the others that had tried to bring a stop to the madness, prevent Jiyong from his massacre.

Nothing. Nothing. No thing.

Nobody. Nobody. No body.

Jiyong stood above the mangled corpses of those who tried to kill him and failed, looking down on them, his boot only a few inches from their terrified faces, eternally petrified by what they had seen before their death. Jiyong did not know their language, nor their names, but did they know his?

Did they know your name? "The one who named me?"

"Would you have felt any remorse if you did?" Or would you continue taking away the lives... "As if it was your choice to do so?"

He could see them. That same horrified voice, that same voice that pleaded for revenge. That same voice, with the hand that smudged their own drying blood on Jiyong's cheek, the smell never leaving Jiyong no matter how much he bathed, he scrubbed, he layered scents. His father's blood. He wondered if the others could smell it like he could. Maybe thats why his brother no longer spoke to him.

"Duke Oh!" The familiar language of the crown called out from behind him, a fellow soldier catching up to him, a few scrapes and scratches of his own. "We have cleared the area of the Qing. You should... Um, get some medical attention before we move forward."

"I will be fine." Jiyong sheathed his sword, and looked intently off into the distance, his father's corpse laying amongst the Qing, staring right at Jiyong. "I will keep moving forward."

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❝ locations & plotting

i don’t really mind where our threads are, walls, pms, or rooms. i would prefer rooms just to keep the rp active and getting us both some points, but i really don’t mind wherever. i do prefer to plot in group pms and keep any potential triggering or nsfw plots to pms. i also don't use brackets when talking in group pms lol i expect it to be ooc anyway.i would prefer if you came to me with a plot in mind, and i will try and do the same. plotting is usually not too hard for me to do, but sometimes i can get quite stumped. winging is fine, but i am still quite new to it so it can blind-side me a bit ghjfb

❝ timezone & pacing

my timezone is gmt-8. know that i am very not active with replies lol. i have bouts of intense writer’s block and low muse, so i might “ghost” our thread for some time, but i will try and let you know when that happens. please just poke me politely and respectfully if it has been over a week since you responded, and i will let you know how i am doing (this poke won’t make me reply, just remind me that i have to let you know how i am doing).

know that i might be active in the chat or responding to other threads does not mean i am ignoring our thread or you. sometimes it’s just how it is, and i will not be mad at you for doing the same.

❝ mature threads

i am 21 years old ooc. however, i am uncomfortable to smut with people i have never done a smut plot before with or someone i don’t know well. if we have smutted before or our characters are dating, i will be okay with it.

❝ style & genre

i tend to get a little carried away with writing so my replies might be a little long. i like to reply in 3rd pov paragraph style and only do script in chat. i might write a lot but you don’t have to mirror the length, but some effort should be applied to the reply, of course. i am more than happy to do starters, especially if i have a good idea on how to start, but please don’t expect me to do it every time, especially if it doesn’t make sense for me to start.

with genres, i’m very flexible, i don’t mind plotting out fluff, angst, even romance, but i will not plot out a pwp smut plot with you. if our non-pwp plot has smut in it, i will ask you to skip over the scene or speak about it in passing. please refer to above as to why.

❝ big no-nos

i don't rp things like incest, beastiality, pedophilia, non-con/dub-con, and other taboo subjects of the like. i prefer to stay out of infidelity plots (unless we are close and talk it out a lot beforehand)

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✿ ryu yeonhwa 6:32:31 PMReply
ur my lil smart honey bunch sweetie pie snookums bookums

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✿ ryu yeonhwa 12:31:05 AMReply
going to ratmod jiyong down the aisle

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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✰⤸₊˚　　𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

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♡ ;　𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍

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♡ ;　𝐎𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐉𝐈𝐍

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ꗃ status: alive
ꗃ type: brothers, distant

At a young age, Jiyong looked up to his older brother with stars in his eyes just like he did to his own father. His older brother was a beacon of idolization to Jiyong, and he loved his brother dearly. However, after the murder of their parents, and the attempted murder to Jiyong, he and his older brother had a distant relationship. Coupled with Jiyong struggling with his PTSD, their father's secret of Sejin's true parentage had rendered Sejin unable to become the Duke, and it had fallen into Jiyong's incapable hands. Sibling rivalry created the two's relationship to become distant and at times hostile, and Jiyong has no idea who his brother really is now, if he can even call him that anymore. Yet, Sejin still harbours a love for his family, though sometimes it can go too far...

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♡ ;　𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐘𝐔𝐋

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♡ ;　𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐘𝐔𝐋

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ꗃ status: alive
ꗃ type: pseudo-brother and sister, platonic

Mere hours after the murder of his parents, Jiyong had trudged his way back home, but as his body tired and his wounds bled, he found himself shelter from the rain in the outskirts of a small, unfamiliar village. A house that Jiyong had thought wasn't currently occupied, instead had a small girl that had come out and asked her family to help him. They had shown Jiyong gratitude, but Jiyong, worried for the people who had murdered his parents to catch up to him, did not want to give them his full identity and did not want to stay around along. In two days time, Jiyong had left the household and went back home. He had not seen anyone from that family ever again.

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♡ ;　𝐑𝐘𝐔 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀

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♡ ;　𝐑𝐘𝐔 𝐘𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐇𝐖𝐀

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ꗃ status: alive
ꗃ type: pseudo-familial, childhood friends

The Oh and the Ryu family were close for many generations, especially the Late Duke Oh and Duke Ryu. Jiyong was the closest to Yeonhwa out of all the Ryu siblings, the two becoming more like brother and sister than anything else. However, after the traumatic events of Jiyong's teen years, the two had grown steadily apart until recently.

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❁ im seohyang 11:31:12 PMReply
chiyong ฅ⁠^⁠•⁠ﻌ⁠•⁠^⁠ฅ

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✿ song jinye [h] 1 minute ago Reply
leave jiyong's booty alone D: t pose

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𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 #2 。

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𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙪𝙚 #2 。

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✦　[ 1869, Late May, Before the Flower Festival ]

— this monologue is no longer canon. it is remaining here bc i think its written well idc! —

Political queries and visits had become everyday life as days stretched on after the war. Jiyong always missed the days of training at the academy, especially before he became Duke, before that tragic incident so many years ago… Yet, the world kept going, seasons changing and days flashing by as if they had never existed. Jiyong had to move on, even if his dreams didn’t allow him to.

Standing here, before Duke Song, rather, one of the most powerful men in all of Joseon, after the King, even after his death. Jiyong felt the lump in his throat akin to that of when he would stand out in the battlefield, unsure if he would ever make it home. Yet, Jiyong knew he would make it back home, but he couldn’t say if he would be the same after today.

“Duke Song,” Jiyong spoke in his presence, giving him the utmost respect, as if he was Jiyong’s own father. “I am humbled to be requested by your presence.”

The Duke looked on at Jiyong, scrutinizing him in the way all powerful men did. Jiyong’s position as Duke, and as Deputy Minister, despite his young age was certainly something to make the Ton in a flurry, paired with the tragic end to the previous Duke… Many did not know what to think of Jiyong, even Jiyong’s own siblings. Jiyong was used to that look, but that did not change the surge of blood that pumped through his veins in quick succession. His heart raced.

“I hear you and your siblings are looking for engagements, alliances.” The Duke spoke, his voice creating earthquakes in it’s wake, despite how gentle his choice of words were. Jiyong blinked to keep his anxiety at bay. “You are acquainted with my daughter, yes?”

Jiyong nodded. “Yes. Her Ladyship and my Noona are friends. We have known each other for a very long time.” He dare not add the small infatuation he had for Jinye when he was young, as inconsequential as it was… After the incident, and after the rest of his romantic endeavors played through, Jiyong’s feelings for her waned into nothing but a sweet memory, akin to that of family picnics under the cherry blossoms. “Why do you ask, Your Grace?”

Duke Song had looked away, turning his head. Jiyong followed his eyes, catching sight of a small picture of him and his family to the side, Jinye’s young face looking to him, painted by one of the most famous in the kingdom. “You and my daughter, if you were to wed, surely that would stabilize both of our families, in these trying times. Though the war is over, I cannot help but sense a turmoil underneath the belly of the city… Political alliances are what you seek, yes?”

Cha Kiwoon’s words repeated through Jiyong’s head. Political alliances… Yes, that was why both of them worked the way they did. Jiyong, too invested in his own agenda and motivations, had left the Oh family to its own devices. Kiwoon reaching out to Jiyong had been only but a push in the right direction, even if it felt so wrong to do what he did… To do what he will continue to do.

Yet, while Jiyong and Jinye have not caught up since they were young, he had heard through the grapevine and through the wretched society papers of her status… She was engaged to someone else, a man Jiyong did not know, but one that deserved respect, surely. Marriages founded on love were rare, Jiyong wasn’t so sure if he could ruin that.

For the family. Oh Jiwoon’s voice rang through Jiyong’s head, as if he was sitting right there next to Jiyong. As if he was still Duke, and Jiyong could allow him to make this decision. To ruin love.

“Your Grace,” Jiyong murmured. “Do you wish for me and your daughter to wed?”

Duke Song gave Jiyong a sharp look, yet Jiyong did not flinch. He should’ve, and he probably would’ve, but he knew, somewhere, Duke Song was only the beginning of Jiyong’s trials.

“Take Lady Song Jinye’s hand in marriage. Her current engagement will be annulled, and by the time her and my wife return from Qing, you two will begin your courtship.” The Duke’s voice was hard, hollow, as if he was forcing it through his lips rather than speaking freely.

With a firm nod, Jiyong bowed his head. “I accept.”

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1837　　jiyong was born as the second son and third child to duke oh jiwoon and duchess oh seulyu. his grandfather died a month later.

1839　　oh juwon, jiyong's only younger sibling, was born. due to his blessed by the heavens birth, he was sent to a temple to become a diviner. seulyu, jiyong's mother, died from complications due to the birth of juwon 6 months later.

1844　　jiyong's father re-marries a woman named miyoung. she becomes the only mother figure jiyong ever knows, and treats him and his siblings as if they were their own.

1853　　in may, jiyong, duke jiwoon and duchess miyoung go to see jiyong's uncle, oh jaewon in hanseong. on the way back, their carriage is ambushed. jiyong is the only survivor. he retreats and finds himself in the care of the yang, house of the gireogi. later that year, sejin, who was set to become duke after the death of their father, is outed as a bastard child, and the title falls to jiyong. their uncle, oh minseok, takes over as lord until jiyong becomes of age.

1858　　jiyong turns 21, and fully ascends to the title of duke.

1859　　jiyong's uncle, oh jaewon, whom he was close to especially after the death of his father, is found dead.

1863　　jiyong and hwang miryeong begin courting one another, eventually to be engaged in the same year.

1864　　hwang miryeong goes missing along with the rest of her family, and she is presumed dead. the engagement is annulled.

1868　　jiyong is promoted to deputy minister of war and defence.

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𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨。

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𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨。

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✦ 1868 — the year of the dragon:

✦ 1869 — the year of the snake:

nam boram / palace ballroom 　jiyong ends up choosing an item at the matchmaking event that happens to be boram's. the two share a dance, and promise to become friends. (specific date: feb 6th, the seollal gala)

cha kiwoon / oh estate 　cha kiwoon comes to jiyong requesting for kihyun and bitna to get engaged, and to form a political alliance. while jiyong declines his sister marrying kihyun, he agrees to form an alliance. (specific date: may)

✦ 1870 — the year of the horse:

ryu songmin / promenade 　a particularly gruelling royal assembly takes place, regarding the recent famines, and songmin inquires on jiyong's stances on it. the two aren't close as jiyong is with his sister, but they try to cover that bridge. (specific date: january 5th, archived)

oh sejin & jin jaeha & oh jiyeon / oh estate 　after the fires that had taken the oh, house of the black eagle's estate and nearly the lives of jiyeon and jisung, jiyong takes his cousin's into their hanseong estate for recovery. jaeha, jiyeon's ex-husband, finds problem in that, even if sejin wanted to prevent it.

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❏　september 9th, 1870

± 　　/ 　　ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ'ꜱ ᴅᴇɴ

The Oh Estate had been known to befall certain misfortunes onto its members. Some would say the bloodline had been cursed since the ruling of Oh Seokchin, who had been one of the military’s most formidable generals and Deputy Ministers before his untimely passing in 1837. It should’ve been a sign, for both the Oh Family and those in the Jeongju region that they would never recover from such a loss. Oh Jiwoon had to do his best to reach the heights his father did— but even his life was cut short.

Jiyong still had many years ahead of him, if the lines before him were any indication of their cycle. In 1870, he was 33 years old, while his predecessors passed in their 40s.

Yet, Jiyong was never the person to be too cocky in his abilities. If he was the type to overestimate, then he would not be in the position he was now, and he would not give the Oh family back their good name.

Since the fire that had nearly taken his cousins’ lives, Jiyong made sure to not let anything happen to their homes in both Jeongju and in Hanseong. Being Jeolbu gave him the power and money to keep guard on the estates, even the Queen herself would not deny the need to keep Jiyong and his family safe. After all, they were a prime target after those in her cabinet, since the Jungin Ohs had already been attacked and if the rumours were true about a civil war brewing, taking out the Jeolbu would make for easy wins through the battles.

In spite of the steps he took to ensure the safety of his house, horror would still come.

But Jiyong would have to consider himself lucky, something he would never attribute to himself before.

“Your grace,” A guard bowed to him as Jiyong looked on to the blackened side of the house. It looked as if a cook had let the flames fan too high, rather than a deliberate attack by a rioter. Likely there was only one rioter to commit this, the side of the house would still require work to be done. But as if by a miracle, no one was harmed. “We have rounded up a few suspects that the servants had seen come in and out of the estate on the day of the fire. What should we do with them?”

If Jiyong was 21 years old, like he was when he first became duke, then he would’ve felt that fear bubble up in his stomach. But Jiyong was no longer the boy crying for his father that he once was.

“Didn’t you listen to the Assembly hearing?” Jiyong looked towards the suspects, who had been reprimanded by his personal guard. The fear on their faces matched what Jiyong would’ve once felt. “Fifty lashes. Or until one squeals.”

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✿ yoon hyein 59 seconds ago Reply
your fujoshi is showing babe x

✿ jang ilseong 1 minute ago Reply
jiyong, you want yaoi so bad bro

✿ oh jiyong 1 minute ago Reply
old man yaoi my fave

✿ ahn suji 1 minute ago Reply
mind fanfic but old man yaoi sounds fun

✿ yoon hyein 1 minute ago Reply
if you were referring to the npcs...

✿ oh jiyong 1 minute ago Reply
damn. make it happen tf

✿ jang ilseong 1 minute ago Reply
mind fanfic....

✿ oh sejin 1 minute ago Reply
Jiyong brother.. your delulu is showing

✿ seol minhwan 1 minute ago Reply
sometimes dreams are better than reality

✿ yoon hyein 1 minute ago Reply
mind fanfic, jiyong

✿ oh jiyong 1 minute ago Reply
or was that just my mind fanfic

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✿ oh sejin 12 seconds ago Reply
#JiyongApologist

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✿ cha kiwoon 25 seconds ago Reply
yay themis!

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❀ choi jinseok 36 seconds ago Reply
✿ oh sejin 38 seconds ago Reply
✿ ryu yeonhwa2:10:29 AMReply
✿ oh jiyong12:08:46 AMReply
born to make bracelets, forced to fight wars

so cutieful of u

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❏　september 12th, 1870

± 　　/ 　　ᴊᴇᴋʏʟʟ & ʜʏᴅᴇ

[ TW : VIOLENCE, MURDER, DEATH, CHASING, BLOOD, SLIGHT GORE ]

Frantic footsteps ran down the rain-slick alleyway, fearful sounds of humanity left Chwe Yoon’s mouth, whimpers and squeaks like the mouse he was, running from the hunter. His speed had been compromised from their first encounter outside of Sook, a hand pressed against his thigh to stop the bleeding as he limped down the lantern-lit street. Deep within Yoon’s mind he knew that he would not survive, yet, it was the human in him that kept running. To keep surviving.

But the effort was futile. Before Yoon could process, his face was suddenly in a puddle on the ground. His entire body was still high from the opium from merely an hour ago, which is why his heart felt like it was no longer beating in his chest, but instead, in his pursuer’s hands.

“L—Leave me alone! I didn’t do anything!” Yoon cried, scrambling away. His entire body ached from the fall, yet, the heart continued to thrash erratically.

His pursuer didn’t let his prey get away, foot pressing down on Yoon’s ankle, the leg that had previously been stabbed by the bloodied dagger in the hunter’s hand. Yoon cried out in pain, hand outstretched, grabbing onto the small patch of grass that poked out from beneath the stone. A small sign of life, now pulled out by the root from Yoon’s hand.

“How the prey squeals for his life,” His pursuer whispered, but due to their sudden proximity, Yoon heard every word. A rough hand grabbed Yoon’s shoulder and rolled him onto his back, forcing Yoon to meet his hunter’s face. Cold coal eyes stared down at Yoon, though Yoon did not recognize him, he could only say that his pursuer had the name of Death. “You think a filthy rat like you deserves to live after what you’ve done?”

“I have done nothing! Lunatic! Someone save m—” Yoon’s cries fell on deaf ears, garbled by the hand that sought to kill him as Death wrapped his cold gloved fingers around Yoon’s throat.

“Shut up,” Death hissed, “Speak only when I ask you. Where is your nest? Tell me, and I’ll give you a quick death.”

“I don’t… know… What you’re…” Yoon tried, but the grip around his neck only tightened with each syllable he mustered.

“Don’t lie to me, filth. Have you no shame, so close to the end of your life!?” Death’s voice boomed through each and every fibre of Yoon’s being, enough to make his body shiver with the frigid feeling of his own grave. “Tell me, tell me what you and the rest of your band of miscreants meet. It’s what you deserve, after what you’ve done to the very city you divulge your thrills in.” Death did not back down, and Yoon felt his head grow lighter. The air was no longer reaching his lungs, death was imminent.

But, it was taking too long. Death’s fingertips allowed for the smallest amount of air that was able to keep Yoon alive. The calculated strength, Yoon knew what the man was capable of. Yoon had done the very same thing not so long ago. Death could not take his soul quickly enough, waiting for the vital spot of information to end Yoon’s life, and to bring about rampage to everything Yoon had worked to build up. He was no head of the group, he had not even been involved in the rampage they worked along with another group to bring to the city and the Kingdom, yet, Yoon grumbled out his information.

“Speak clearly,” Death persisted, lightening the grip around Yoon’s throat for a second, to let Yoon garbled’s voice meekly say the location. Death pulled away, leaving enough space between them to give Yoon hope for just a moment that maybe he could make it out of this encounter alive. Perhaps he could run to Qing.

But then— suddenly, all at once, in just a moment— Death had taken Yoon, and the curtains of his life came to a close.

—

“Your Grace, that is enough.”

Eyes flashing, Jiyong looked up at the man before him, blood splattered all over his face. The sensation wasn’t unfamiliar to a solider such as Jiyong, yet, to have the pursuit of truth only moments away, he couldn’t help the urge to wipe his face.

His pursuit, Chwe Yoon, or what was left of his now lifeless husk, laid limp on the ground when Jiyong let go of his throat and chima, getting to his feet and staring down at the guard who had accompanied him for this task.

Park Minhyuck, who was a few years older than Jiyong, glared at Jiyong with his brows furrowed— though, his face wasn’t clear in this dark night, not even as Minhyuck step close enough to take the arrow that pierced Yoon’s face.

“You— How could you… He was just about to tell me!” Jiyong’s voice raised to a roar, hand still clutching the dagger at his side, the one that shared the same blood that was on his face. “You dare keep me from finding the truth behind this? Behind all of this!?”

Minhyuck’s face remained hardened and cold as ever. His bow still in hand. The arrow had gone straight through Yoon’s head, barely missing Jiyong had Minhyuck not been so proficient with a bow. His strengths lie where Jiyong’s could never.

“Nothing will come in your pursuit. The Royal Investigations Bureau are already catching the people who are responsible. It is useless for us to try and do their job.”

“You… Understand… Nothing...” Jiyong’s hands balled into tight fists, holding the dagger tightly in his hand, as if it would break. “Perhaps it is you… A spy for them, eh? A mouse feebly trying to gain the cat’s favour…?”

Minhyuck’s cold face suddenly fell to shock, taking a step back.

“You may be good with a bow, dear friend, but you cannot run.” Jiyong grit his teeth, and raised his dagger once more.

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ꗃ type: platonic

ꗃ gender preference: male, but not required

ꗃ fc suggestions: n/a

ꗃ muse suggestions: works in war & defence or would be attending one of the royal assemblies

ꗃ age range: close to jiyong's age (32) pref the same age

While you and Jiyong are not close, you find the stick-in-the-mud of a duke to be quite the tensed up individual. You've heard the swirling rumours around him and his failings with women, so you decide to get him to loosen up and have some fun for a night. So, you take him out to a gibang for a night of booze and maybe a pretty partner. Jiyong, not opposed to going to gibangs (though not for the same reasoning as you), ends up finding out that maybe the life of fun and vices just aren't for him. You urge him to at least try... Until he ends up failing miserably.

✰⤸₊　┊　ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : set before the curfew due to the riots, but after january 1st, 2870. based off of dimitri and sylvain's relationship from fire emblem: three houses. a rework of an older plot of mine: 'you're good enough'.

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ꗃ type: platonic
ꗃ gender preference: n/a
ꗃ fc suggestions: n/a
ꗃ muse suggestions: n/a
ꗃ age range: close to jiyong's age (31) pref the same age

You are the only person who has ever seen Jiyong's "true" side, and you were horrified at the sight. You try to let other people know about him, his true personality, but no one believes you. How could they? Jiyong is like a large dog... But you know the truth.

✰⤸₊　┊　ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : this interaction would be sometime in february of 1869, but could take place before that if your character was a solider or was/is in the ministry of war and defence. based off of dimitri and felix's relationship from fire emblem: three houses. a somewhat rework of the old connection "spring, summer".

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ꗃ type: antagonistic, sort of familiar
ꗃ gender preference: n/a
ꗃ fc suggestions: n/a, whoever you want!
ꗃ muse suggestions: cheonmin (preferably) / sangmin
ꗃ age range: born any time after 1850. preferably younger than jiyong.

your father or older brother was one of duke oh jiwoon's bodyguards and knights, and he died on the day of the attack in 1853. your family had always been close to the ohs, more like family rather than a professional relationship. however, on the day you lost your loved one, you had never felt more alone. it was hard enough, losing everyone like that, yet, you couldn't believe that you had lost him like that. and so, hoping for some kind of comfort from the boy whom you saw more like a brother rather than an employer, you went to jiyong. certainly, he'd understand? the two of you could comfort one another.

that is until jiyong turned you down. he didn't speak a word. he merely said, "he died to protect me."

✰⤸₊　┊　ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : based on dimitri and felix's relationship from fire emblem: three houses. this can also be tied in with my "the darkest side of the moon" connection (you can check my profile if its still available). i wish to keep most of this open as to how you reacted to jiyong telling you that, and if the two of you still like each other to this day. likely not bc jiyong pushed everyone away lol.

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ꗃ type: negative, sort of familiar

ꗃ gender preference: male (if taking the bodyguard), n/a (if taking his family)

ꗃ fc suggestions: n/a, whoever you want!

ꗃ muse suggestions: cheonmin (preferably) / sangmin

ꗃ age range: if taking the bodyguard role: born in 1834 or before. if taking the children: younger than jiyong preferably (32).

for simplicity's sake, the bodyguard will be referred to as "the bodyguard" lol.

the bodyguard was was there that night during the ambush. however, instead of staying and protecting the duke and the duchess, he had run, in hopes to get help, but also, to save himself. jiyong is cited as the only survivor of that night, but the bodyguard had just managed to be one too. ashamed, the bodyguard changed his name and hid, hoping that the oh family would not find him, nor would they arrest him if they suspected he was part of those who killed the duke and duchess.

yet, the bodyguard lives his life with shame and suffering, hoping to make it up to jiyong after he learned that the young boy was still alive. the bodyguard tried to continue to live his life after that, yet, it still eats at him. maybe one day, he can try and make things right.

✰⤸₊　┊　ᴇxᴛʀᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ : based on dimitri and gilbert's relationship from fire emblem: three houses. you have the choice of either being the bodyguard or being his family. you can be both if one or the other isn't taken (i'll update the skeleton accordingly if it is), but you do not have to be the bodyguard lol. if the bodyguard is taken, then his children will likely be npcs due to ilhwa's age restrictions, but that can be worked out according to the mun. alternatively, if a mun takes a family and makes the bodyguard older and/or unplayable, then .. yeah. you can also be worked into who killed jiyong's parents, but beware, that is a LOT so don't take it if you don't think you'd be able to keep up.