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Birth. A cursed day, for the boy born on the tenth day of the sixth month of the year would never know and understand love for the length of his miserable life. For the boy named Wen Junhui was not wanted when he was conceived, and would never be wanted by his family for as long as they existed in his life.

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•  this is written for the venus lounge universe, established september 2023 by the users saorsa and contemplate.
•  his personality is inspired by the music video for "psycho", a single released by the fc in 2023.
•  warning! mentions of drug abuse

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•  personality type : istp-a
•  moral alignment : chaotic evil
•  fatal flaw : hubris, greed
•  social media :

private instagram (friends and trusted pearls only) :
⤿  @moon.jh

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•  relationship : partner
•  nickname(s) : min

–  brief background.

They are partners in crime—literally. Seokmin is the voice of reason for Junhui whenever the latter took it too far or didn't take a second to think.

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•  birth name : wen junhui
•  birth name : moon
•  pronouns : he/him/his
•  occupation : crime organization "fixer"
•  membership status : member (invited)

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He is an enigma, hailing from a foreign country with a background obscured from the rest of the world. There is an air of mystery around him, a dark shadow following him wherever he goes. Yet, he shines brighter than those around him, his face a picture of beauty, his smile as blinding as the morning sun, and a gaze that draws the eyes towards him.

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•  third pov, past tense.
•  typically semi-paragraph to novella.
•  regarding mirroring — i do not believe it is necessary. i think that replies are allowed to vary in length, even drastically, if it fits the context. sometimes it's fitting to write only dialogue with minimal action. if i give you multi para, feel free to give me a semi.
•  regarding rooms — rooms or group pms. no walls. pms are only for plotting ooc.

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Do not read this section if you are easily triggered. This character is a monster, and his deepest thoughts reflect it. There may be mentions of death, detailed recollections of his killings.

This will be updated every now and again. As of now, it is incomplete.

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•  birthdate : june 10, 1995
•  age : 27
•  birthplace : shenzhen, guangdong, china
•  nationality : chinese
•  ethnicity : chinese
•  languages : mandarin (fluent), cantonese (fluent), korean (fluent), english (conversational)
•  family : father (dead to him), mother (dead to him), sister (dead to him), adoptive father (leader of a crime organization)
•  education : mba

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The death of a son caused the leader great misery until he encountered a boy dying on the streets. His pants were soaked, arms pricked and swollen in several areas, and skin as pale as the moon above their heads. His dying breath reeked of liquor and his eyes were weighed down by reaper's will. The leader did not know the boy, but as he lay dying in his arms, he knew that the soul within felt familiar, as if he had known him before. Somehow, for some reason, he found compassion in his blackened heart and took him to his house to clean, care, and nurse him to health. This leader's subjects could not understand why he had done what he had, taking a stranger under his wing, when he normally cared so little for the pathetic rats littering the streets of his city. Perhaps it is worth to mention that he had attended a funeral earlier that day and prayed to God, one last time, that he would not take away his son.

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•  my replies are not always going to be consistent.
•  do not expect me to reply to you daily.
•  if you see me replying to someone else more, that is because i have more muse for the thread. it also might be because i cannot focus on more than one that day.

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✦ : likes

his line of work ・ sex ・ reading ・ cooking ・ writing ・ throwing knives ・ lee seokmin

✧ : dislikes

his family ・ most people ・ bitter food ・ winter ・ summer

✦ : hobbies

late night runs ・ working out ・ reading ・ watching cooking competition shows ・ fucking prostitutes from the venus lounge ・ entertaining yunjin's (his favorite pearl) messages, especially the venting ones

✧ : habits

jogging in the mornings if and only if he has gotten a good night's rest ・ going to the gym five times a week at varying times, depending on his work ・ getting a trim (hair) every month or every other month ・ pretty decent skincare routine ・ showering at night, either after he gets home from work or right before he goes to bed ・ bleaching the entire house (important because his work involves a lot of blood) ・ eating large meals only once a day ・ reading before bed or in the mornings

✦ : skills

wushu ・ kung fu ・ cooking ・ can make a girl squirt in just a few minutes with his fingers

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"Blood runs thicker than water." That is what they often say, distastefully foregoing the rest of the quote to push the narrative that family comes first. Yet, my family never put me first. I had never been the priority, regrettably neglected and pushed to the side to instead worship a daughter that I believe is the spawn of the devil himself. To my parents, she is perfect. But she has ruined my life, always putting the blame on the things I would never do, getting me trouble for her mistakes and wrongdoings. She got to do whatever she wanted, and I had to suffer the consequences. Every. Time. Until I am seen as nothing but a mistake. A first born child, soon forgotten once I broke free from their cage and spread my broken wings to fly. Until I soared higher than they ever could, experienced more riches than they could ever dream of touching, leaving them to rot in the dirt where they belonged.

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✾ : position

switch, dominant lean

❃ : vanilla

aftercare, cuddling, kissing, pet names, praise, worship

❋ : kinks

asphyxiation, bdsm, begging, biting, blindfolds, blood play, breeding, clothing play, collars/leashes, cockwarming, consent nonconsent, corruption, creampie, crying, cuckolding, daddy, degradation, deepthroating, discipline, double penetration, dubious consent, edging, exhaustion, exhibitionism, face fucking, fear, food play, foreplay, fingering, gangbang, hair pulling, humiliation, katoptronophilia, licking, light bondage, manhandling, marking, master/pet/slave, oral fixation, overstimulation, pleasure control, polyamory, possessiveness, power imbalance, public sex, restraints/restrictions, roleplay, roughness, sadism/masochism, saliva, size, somnophilia, sounds, spanking, teasing, temperature control, toys, voyeurism, weapon play (gun, knife), worship

❇︎ : turn ons

brats, shotgunning (alcohol and smoke), women smaller than him

✗ : turn-offs, triggers, limits

cages, extreme pain play, extreme pet play, feederism, fisting, mummification, objectification, non-consent/rape, scat/piss, sounding, vomit

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•  physique : lean, muscular
•  eye color : dark brown
•  hair color : black
•  height : 182 cm (6'0")
•  tattoos : left forearm — tree of life, phases of the moon, amongst other things (pictured here)
•  piercings : (both) lobe — small, silver hoops
•  beauty marks : one above both corners of his lip; one on the middle of his right cheek, beside his nose; several others all over his face

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☽ : fears

getting pushed aside or kicked out of the organization

☾ : secrets

now, now, darling. why would he ever share his secrets, even with his writer?

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•  smiling

Past his cocksure simpers and coy smirks, he does not smile. He does not show joy, nor does he express even a sliver of mirth. Only one person had seen him smile, and he would remain the only one.

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•  i will be relatively active for the next month, as i am taking a break from work.
•  however, while i am available, my muse is a little fickle. i took a break from work due to the excessive burnout i got from school, so please be patient with me.

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❛  my first kill was the first time i felt alive.

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❛  my first kill was the first time i felt alive.

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Murder is wrong. However, there were exceptions. I realize that now, as I stare at the body before me. Eyes rolled back, a bullet in between them. Blood trickling down his face in thin, red rivulets, and his body is laying there. Cold. Dead. In my hand is the gun that killed this man, whose name I can't give a shit to remember, now. I tilt my head. I thought that I wouldn't be able to stomach seeing a dead body before me, and yet there I am, standing as I observe every little detail my mortal eyes can pick up on. The truth is, there's not much to look at. He's just a body. Once living, shot dead with a single bullet. It's interesting, how humans can create such deadly weapons. Fascinating, even. It takes me a moment to realize that this gun is not deadly on its own, but the hand that holds it is. My hand. I am deadly. I killed someone. Not innocent, of course, which makes it a problem. I hold no sympathy for this life, nor remorse for what I have done. What terrifies me is not the image before me, but the urge that comes because of it. I want to do it again.

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❛  the blood of the covenant runs thicker than the water of the womb.

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❛  the blood of the covenant runs thicker than the water of the womb.

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I owe him my life and thus, I shall be willing to lay down my life for him, so long as he keeps me by his side. I'll do what it takes. If the rest think me a monster for it, so be it. I do not care. So long as he is happy. So long as he tells me I did a job well done, I cannot care for them or the people that have gotten in the way of my task. I can only care about my family—for the father that whatever god exists gave me, who provided for me more than the man who gave me my blood ever did.

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He had never held a gun before. At least, not to someone's head. It frightened him; despite knowing the full extent of his line of work, he never thought it would bring him to this. But orders were orders, and he knew his way around a gun. The man at the other end had the makings of a devil's spawn, evil as he was. He stole from them, lied, and threatened to take a woman, innocent and pure and one of the sole things good in this world, for himself. And God, did Junhui despise men who took advantage of women for pleasure. He hated liars, too. And so he eliminated him in the moment of a breath, eyes trained on the bloody hole in that head as it, along with its body, fell to the ground.

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Found. He had been his own since the start of his adulthood, navigating through life with a broken compass. He had no guidance, no mentors, no one to rely on. It was easy to fall into bad habits, growing increasingly addicted to the smell of burning cannabis and the taste of liquor on his tongue. Until, one day, he had completely lost himself and fallen into a hole deeper than he thought existed, darkness enveloping his world until there was nothing left for him to do but succumb to it. And he used and used until he was sure he had killed himself dead. That was, until an angel came by to save him. Picked him up, cleaned him, healed the bleeding wounds that wouldn't close before.

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•  physique

Junhui works out as often as he can, preferably five days a week with a strict routine focusing primarily on arms, shoulders, back, and core. He has an overall muscular physique with an ideal proportion; with broad shoulders, a smaller waist, and toned legs.

•  clothing

He cares for so little for many things but he does fancy pretty things. He likes to spend his money on designer brands for clothing, jewelry, and cologne. He often dons all black with silver jewelry, both ears adorned with elegant, silver hoops, while his hands are decorated with stacks of rings on several fingers.

•  other

•  Here.

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He liked to think he accomplished quite a bit in his short, pathetic life. He had broken free from his family, graduated high school, and attained sobriety just a year after overdosing. Yet, for some reason, he never quite experienced pride and accomplishment until he heard his name called up on the stage, a diploma awaiting him in the president's hand. He had walked up, shook the man's hand, and claimed that diploma with a smile brighter than any of his classmates had ever seen, holding up the scroll to the sky for his adoptive father in the audience to look at. And he was proud, too, for the son he had picked up off the streets had accomplished everything God promised he would.

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Ghosts existed in the land of the living. He learned that day, that even when he chose to eliminate them from his life, they would still continue to exist. Like cockroaches, infesting places you'd least expect. And they'd appear every once in a while to scare you, making their presence known, even though they never truly bothered you before.

He had been strolling down the streets of his town when he ran into them—faces he recognized but refused to remember. He hadn't seen them in years, had thought he'd see the last of them since he left his home country. And yet, there they were, laughing and smiling by the river as though they weren't missing a part of them. As though he never existed.

He wanted to walk away. Wanted to leave them in the past as he had been for the past couple of years. Yet, he remained there. Standing. Staring. He couldn't tear his eyes away as his heart shattered all over again in his chest. He cursed himself for not looking away, for not turning around and going elsewhere as soon as he saw them. Because his heart broke into smaller pieces when they walked in his direction and only smiled at him.

Just like one would smile at a stranger going the opposite way on the sidewalk.

That was what he was to them: a stranger. Long forgotten, ceasing to exist.

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( + ) : positive traits.

confident, charming, observant, curious, honest, objective, creative, relaxed, skilled, loyal, resourceful, tactful

( - ) : negative traits.

cold, cocky, reckless, careless, insensitive, impatient, perfectionistic, lacks discipline (sometimes), private, judgmental, cynical, cruel

( / ) : neutral traits.

impartial, stylish, flirtatious, charismatic

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•  relationship : favorite pearl, girlfriend (?) without the commitment
•  nickname(s) : sweetheart, darling

–  brief background.

It is rare for him to open up to people, and yet, before he knew it, he was opening himself up to her. He allows her to do more than what he allows the others to, and tells her more than he realizes. In other words, Junhui cares about her, even though he would never admit it out loud. Having weaknesses is dangerous, after all, in their lines of work.