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hearing his mothers thoughts about him

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killing vlad

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✗ gve
what defines a hero versus a monster — or as some might like to ask, what defines good versus evil?

seungcheol could never dare to answer that question, for in his mind, there was not one definitive answer. what might benefit one person could be the result of chaos and destruction for a whole living land. who was he to play God and determine between the two?

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✗ personality type
➣ logistician・istj-a.
✎ confident individualist. reserved, rational, sturdy, stable
➣ morality・neutral evil.

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✗ naivity.
➣ 1434. born to pureblood parents, seungcheol was centered right into the heart of the ottoman empire. his father was the states leading war analyst - working closely with other generals and those alike. his mother birthed and cared for him - until the early days where he could walk and talk. his father was quick to sweep him away from the comforts of his home to put him into classes that would help train him to be just like him - intelligent and a leader. however, what he truly wanted was a puppet.

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✗ basic info
➣ date of birth・august 8, 1434.
➣ age・416 y/o.
➣ physical age ∙ 27 y/o.
➣ name ∙ choi seungcheol.
➣ nicknames・the hunter, the seeker, angel, cheol.
➣ pronouns・he/him/his.
➣ languages ・fluent in cruorian and illiasen.

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finding jun

it felt dark. cold. hopeless. chilling. standing in the door frame of an empty brick cellar, cheol stared across the room to find the limp and rather lifeless body of an all too fragile male who'd been the faux image of christ himself.

thinking caps under construction...

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✗ likes
➣ roses, silence, being alone, planning, being direct, order, cider, beer, whiskey, a nightcap, warm bread, hunting, people watching, structure, rules, wen junhui.
✗ dislikes
➣ prey, runners, slackers, liars.

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✗ quick beginnings.
➣ a future killer. despite having no choice from day one of being born on orenda - he had no say on what he wanted to do. yet seungcheol didn't have the worst situation. he attended classes with other noble or high ranking members children - he even made a friend. vlad lll. however, he would soon be lonely as he'd been moved to individual tutoring per request of his father as his son was, "wasting horrendous time with non-necessities." by the age of seven, cheol would wake in the morning to eat his porridge before grabbing his dagger, bow, and arrow to head to his morning trainings. which then would be followed by afternoon tutoring, and lastly by his evening combat training. seungcheol was preparing for a future of war - shouldn't he be prepared?

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✗ specialties
➣ species・pureblood vampire.
➣ abilities・telepathy, memory manipulation.
➣ position∙ cruor clan's captain of the guard.

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✗ strengths
➣ direct/honest, patient, calm, practical, command, analytical, intelligent, self-assured.
✗ weaknesses
➣ stubborn, insensitive, too self-reliable, 'by the book'.

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✗ appearance
➣ physique・stocky, muscular.
➣ eye color・cocoa brown.
✎ right eye turns red when manipulating one's memory.
✎ right eye turns white when communicating through telepathy - not when only reading minds.
➣ tattoos/piercings ∙ one pair of lobe piercings.
➣ hair color・dark brown.
➣ scent・white tea, musk, sandalwood.
➣ height ∙ 178 cm, 5'10.

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✗ the start.
➣  looking up. through his early years of training, cheol and his elder had come to find that his swift movements, succinct aim, and soundless steps wouldn't be served justice in an analytical role like his father planned. however, he was destined for something on a path that uses similar instincts - just more physical. what they did decide on was something much more than that. something much more dangerous. cheol was going to be an assassin.

at the age of 26, seungcheol would become the youngest serving member in the order of the guard. to be under the order of his captain, he served as one of his mentee's - learning the morals, service, and duties that came with being in the guard. while they weren't the most morally right squadron, they worked day in and out to protect their empire and clan. that's it. cheol had his long eternal life set out for him. after fine tuning his techniques and strategies, and upon completion of his mentorship, he was set out to be the most qualified and sought out assassin - someone to keep on the battlefield during some of the most intense fights. someone to keep.

that is until he was offered an all too tempting deal from a certain vlad. to be more exact, the same exact vlad from his childhood in which he was merely friends with. the one who was now king over the neighboring nation. the offer and agreement included as such;

cheol would be hired as a private worker for king vlad.

cheol would work as an active kidnapper.

cheol would gather and collect vlad's victims.

cheol would get paid generously with riches he could not fathom.

cheol would keep this a secret.

it seemed simple, so why would he be foolish enough to pass on an offer that would utilize some of his strongest abilities. and thus - he worked like this. working for the guard day in and out with the ongoing and increasing frequency of orders from king vlad. life was simple. life was laid out.

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✗ relationships
➣ father・pureblood. estranged.
➣ mother・pureblood. limited contact.
➣ lover∙ wen junhui. his rose.

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✗ shallow endings.
➣  unforgiven, 1476. what transpired over 20ish years in cheols career was an ever imploding hell in the making. as he rose in the ranks, he started to grow aa name for himself — the hunter. this was not from his fathers previous work but his very own dedication. after all, he was programmed like such since the day he could walk and talk, right?

as things ramped up in the order, so did his sideline work with king vlad. over the years, seungcheol never questioned what vlad was doing to his captives. why would he when he was rich. that veil over his eyes would be ripped away one fateful day in the kings throne room. having already delivered the local town baker to the ruler, he was sent out to find another person off the streets. this was a first as he was only being asked to do such a thing every other day, and never twice in a single rise and set of the moon. that night was different.

opening the grand doors with a younger man beside him with whom he'd manipulated his memory to 'bring him to his meeting with the king, he saw what he was being used for. king vlad has impaled the baker and was hunched over his body, dismembering him limb by limb for his own entertainment. out of all the monstrosities he'd seen in his line of work, there was something about this that seemed horrid. monstrous.

things were never the same after that fateful day. there was no pinpoint reason as to why cheol was so shaken up after that. perhaps - it was the killing of the innocent that made him feel numb. while his captors were a mix of the lands good and evil residents, it still felt different to see what you'd been so naïve to right before your very eyes. yet, how could cheol stop? he'd been doing it for years. the only difference was that his eyes were now open to his hand in the cards that were being dealt to the citizens of king vlads land. the newest rumors had been

until one day. his newest assignment from his captain had him stop dead in his tracks. after becoming so displaced from his reality after the events that had taken place years prior, he'd felt a prickle of life drop back into his veins. seungcheol was ordered to assassinate king vlad.

he was going to do it. he was going to kill vlad. he was going to give him the most brutal death he could fathom. he was going to be irrational. full stop. for once he was going to take control of his life. he was going to go off the deep end.

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- how could you do this? i gave you everything. i gave you jewels. riches. i brought life to your little guard boy lif-
- a harsh splatter of spit hit vlad's face. a dagger soon followed to slash his cheek - dragging harshly across his face to finally shut his wretched mouth. it was done. seungcheol was done. seungcheol was free. he'd make it out that he was free from his duties as well.