Post by Haine Jung on Jun 26, 2011 22:35:19 GMT -7
HAINE JUNG
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" i'll rewrite the fact of reality with the fiction of our story "
you say you're curious[/color]
CAN'T LEAVE A THING TO YOUR IMAGINATION[/font][/center]
AGE: 22
GENDER: male
BIRTHDAY: 01-24-xxxx
SPECIES: gifted
ANIMAL/GIFT: elemental [favors air]
OCCUPATION: free-lance writer and painter
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but oh, you seem so serious
[/color]I SHOULD ENJOY THE SWEET INTERROGATION[/font][/center]
HAIR: copper [natural] - dyes it constantly so it varies
WEIGHT: 110 lbs
HEIGHT: 5'8"
VOICE: sounds like the guy who sings first
PLAY-BY: Yu Ha Min
GENERAL: he looks a bit - okay maybe that's an understatement - like a girl with very feminine features and a body shape that simple refuses to bulk up no matter what he does. the way he moves and talks and dresses doesn't help and everyone thinks of him as a pretty boy. he resents it, but not much he can do. otherwise there's nothing truly striking about the boy. he does dye his hair and wear contacts that hide his eyes' true colors so he'll appear more 'normal', making it hard sometimes to tell right off the bat that he's a Gifted.
ATTIRE: there's no set style he adheres to. it all depends on his mood: one day you might see him dressed like he just walked off some fashion magazine, and the next you'll catch him out on the streets in nothing more than sweatpants and a t-shirt. he'll always have his notebook and sketchbook close though, and he never wears anything that reveals his torso even the slightest bit.
SCARS: there's patchwork of thin scars across his back and shoulders from where he was thrown out of a window years ago. these he keeps carefully hidden away from the world's sight. [/SIZE]
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i should not be telling you
[/color]I'M FLATTERED BY YOUR INTEREST[/font][/center]
- picturesque moments/scenes
- singing
- meeting people only once
- early hours
- spring and summer
DISLIKES:
- making commitments
- cold days/months
- being questioned
- monotony
- clingy people
STRENGTHS: he's good at pretending and hiding the truth; sometimes he'll even manage to convince himself the lies he tells are truths. he has a way of making his presence invisible, in a crowd or otherwise; it's a skill that's saved his hide from more than one shady situation. otherwise, there's not much to recommend the man.
WEAKNESSES: though he makes an excellent actor, it's only when he's keeping a level head that he can pull the act off. the moment his feelings get to him and he'll lose his grip. in truth he gets emotional easily and it doesn't take much to set him off. sometimes he'll get angry, sometimes he'll start crying for no apparent reason, and still other times he'll start going into hysterics. he's also physically weaker than most so he tends to stay away from skirmishes.
QUIRKS/HABITS: his most prominent quirk is his apparently meaningless need constantly scribble down anything and everything that comes to his mind on a whim. if you flip through either his sketch or notebooks you'll find pages of random lines and notes that lead to nowhere.
FEARS: it sounds childish, but the dark terrifies him, though he's got a more understandable reason for fearing the shadows than children do. he's also not fond of the idea that history has a habit of repeating itself and goes out of his way to avoid any situations or people or places that might bring the past back to haunt him.
GOALS: none; just live day by day and survive somehow
PERSONALITY when you first meet him or simply happen to pass by him on the streets one day, you'll think he's got no personality whatsoever to speak of. his face rarely registers what he feels, you can't tell what he's thinking by his body language or tone of voice, he seems to have the emotional range of a rock; basically nothing impressionable except his pretty looks. however, the truth is far from what he makes you believe. he has a temper like anyone else, it's just harder to get him roused up into a foul mood; his sense of humor may be lacking by he does know how to smile and laugh like any other person; he is capable of forming opinions and thoughts about his surroundings, he just prefers to keep those ideas to himself than voice them out loud. he's honestly not a bad guy. might take you a while to crack his apathetic shell to get to what little is on the inside, but if you go about it the right way he'll make it worth your while and efforts.
he has his episodes when he'll suddenly fall into one extreme or the other, kind of like bipolar with lots of variations. one moment pissed off enough to tear apart anything that comes within reaching distance, the next curled up in a corner somewhere crying like a little kid. you just have to learn to handle them as they come and go; most of the time he'll snap out of whatever daze he falls into on his own, but the occasional prod from an outside force might be required to wake him up fully. close relationships are not his forte. he'd rather you stay an acquaintance than become a friend or, heavens forbid if you're of the opposite gender, anything more. if he feels like you're becoming a hazard to his self-imposed exile from the comfort of another person's presence he might turn nasty and start to get bitchy with you. that being said, he's easily spooked by anything that goes bump in the night so if you approach him when it's dark out and worm your way under his skin then, he'll grow to accept you after a while. not happily or with open arms by any means, but accepted nonetheless.[/SIZE]
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you start to hypnotize me
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FATHER: jung sung min
SIBLINGS: none
PET: none
PLACE OF BIRTH: busan, s. korea
CURRENT RESIDENCE: city center
HISTORY: the city he was born in was already pretty much in shambles by the time haine arrived kicking and screaming into the world. his mother was a Healer who fell in love with a traveling Refigure that happened to be passing through her hometown. he left her after three weeks to continue his wandering and nine months later haine became the only reminder she had left of the man. life went on for her and her son. she raised him the best she could even though the district they lived in was shabby and broken down and likely to fall to ruins over their heads any day. it wasn't ideal but he was happy with how things were. come his tenth birthday he'd find his world rudely broken into and shattered, partly thanks to the father he never saw or knew.
what his mother hadn't realized about the Refigure that sired haine was that the previous had been on the run when they met. that was why he moved on in such a hurry. apparently he owed debts to some men from the past, debts he'd left unpaid for too long and the men got tired of waiting on him. so they chased him down and followed his trail until it lead them straight to haine and his mother. it was night, it was dark, neither of them saw anyone coming up to their small apartment. the door broke easily to let in several burly brutes who immediately began to ransack the flat, searching for their target. when it became apparent he wasn't there, they rounded on mother and child instead. seeing how the boy resembled the same man they sought, they put two and two together and figured out this must be the family he left behind. hostages are useful to have when trying to lure out an otherwise elusive prey. haine's mother wouldn't have it though. she put up a fight and caused too much of a racket. the men grew irritated and finally decided she wasn't worth the effort to keep around and eliminated her by slitting her throat and tossing her out the window. of his own accord, haine followed after her body, preferring to throw himself to what could his death than face the gang alone.
he got lucky and landed on his mother's corpse, which softened his fall. he didn't die, but his back would forever be scarred by the shattered glass that tore him open when he went through the window. he was presumed a goner like his mom and the men went on their way as quickly and silently as they'd arrived. twelve years passed. he left the country where he was born as soon as he was able to sneak out, and has never returned since. for a time he didn't really settle any place, just let his feet go where they wanted. eventually they led him to where he is now and he finally decided enough was enough and put down roots in a new city.[/SIZE]
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who am i talking to
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AGE: 17
EXPERIENCE: 5 years - intermediate to advanced
CONTACT: PM on here or limauniform@hotmail.com
EXAMPLE:
'i'll kill you all one of these days....you watch me you freaks of nature....'
the same train of thought had been circling around the youth's brain ever since the market had opened. had the holder in charge of his cell - or any of the inhumans who ran this place - could've heard those words he was pretty much guaranteed a beating, if not worse. funny thing was he no longer cared what they did to him. seventeen years, that was how long he'd been in the trade, and how long it took for him to get to this point of numbness. all because of one stupid woman who'd made the bad choice of having a child when she knew full well she couldn't keep it. more than the slavers who bought and sold him as they pleased, dae go hated his mother. not that he really remembered anything of the latter person. he was only two at the time after all; her face was forever just a fog to him. perhaps it was better that way, for had he known what she looked like, he'd surely hunt her down as soon as he broke free from the inhumans.
a particularly rowdy group of buyers walked past, pausing briefly at his stall to peer at him. instinct made him return their stare with a glare of his own. his lips pulled back, baring his teeth at the lot just outside his cage, acting for all the world like an angry, overgrown dog. and in a way, that was exactly what the male was. bite first, then ask questions later. how and when this transformation from man to animal occurred he wasn't sure. perhaps there had always been a side of him that was less than human and had been waiting for an opportunity to rear its head. his audience merely laughed at this uncouth display and moved on to less temperamental possibilities. heaven knew there were enough slave-types to choose from in this place, and not just human ones either. dae found it rather funny how the same species that professed to be dealers also enslaved their peers. civil war amongst their own race. not that any of that mattered to him. they were all enemies as far as he was concerned.
"hey you!" the harsh words were accompanied by a heavy kick to his side by the booted foot of his overseer. "watch how you behave when there are customers about or else!" the addressed turned one dark eye on his offender, the gaze clearly indicating he was neither amused nor cowed by the threat. "or else what? you never finished your sentence, or has your cow-brain already overheated from having to come up with such a simple phrase? no wait, i suppose for fuckers like you, just thinking is a complicated enough of a task, am i right?" he saw the next one coming but still couldn't move out of the way in time. besides, there wasn't exactly anywhere else he could dodge to; the space was designed to keep those like him caged up tight and unable to fight back. the rain of blows that fell on his head and body barely registered in his brain. he'd taken worse beatings before and survived. if only he could set his teeth into the bastard's skin somehow, somewhere; he'd show the oaf some pain then.
the same train of thought had been circling around the youth's brain ever since the market had opened. had the holder in charge of his cell - or any of the inhumans who ran this place - could've heard those words he was pretty much guaranteed a beating, if not worse. funny thing was he no longer cared what they did to him. seventeen years, that was how long he'd been in the trade, and how long it took for him to get to this point of numbness. all because of one stupid woman who'd made the bad choice of having a child when she knew full well she couldn't keep it. more than the slavers who bought and sold him as they pleased, dae go hated his mother. not that he really remembered anything of the latter person. he was only two at the time after all; her face was forever just a fog to him. perhaps it was better that way, for had he known what she looked like, he'd surely hunt her down as soon as he broke free from the inhumans.
a particularly rowdy group of buyers walked past, pausing briefly at his stall to peer at him. instinct made him return their stare with a glare of his own. his lips pulled back, baring his teeth at the lot just outside his cage, acting for all the world like an angry, overgrown dog. and in a way, that was exactly what the male was. bite first, then ask questions later. how and when this transformation from man to animal occurred he wasn't sure. perhaps there had always been a side of him that was less than human and had been waiting for an opportunity to rear its head. his audience merely laughed at this uncouth display and moved on to less temperamental possibilities. heaven knew there were enough slave-types to choose from in this place, and not just human ones either. dae found it rather funny how the same species that professed to be dealers also enslaved their peers. civil war amongst their own race. not that any of that mattered to him. they were all enemies as far as he was concerned.
"hey you!" the harsh words were accompanied by a heavy kick to his side by the booted foot of his overseer. "watch how you behave when there are customers about or else!" the addressed turned one dark eye on his offender, the gaze clearly indicating he was neither amused nor cowed by the threat. "or else what? you never finished your sentence, or has your cow-brain already overheated from having to come up with such a simple phrase? no wait, i suppose for fuckers like you, just thinking is a complicated enough of a task, am i right?" he saw the next one coming but still couldn't move out of the way in time. besides, there wasn't exactly anywhere else he could dodge to; the space was designed to keep those like him caged up tight and unable to fight back. the rain of blows that fell on his head and body barely registered in his brain. he'd taken worse beatings before and survived. if only he could set his teeth into the bastard's skin somehow, somewhere; he'd show the oaf some pain then.
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