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--Areum Ha-neul-- (Starboi) ;;18 y/o Busan Native;; //DJ and Meta w/ Spaital Manipulation// [RP Account for War of the New Age RPG. Will RP only with those in group.]

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sladedarkmoore:

Slade’s eyes narrowed slightly as his hand was batted away.  That was an unusual reaction to have when somebody tried to help you up.  Watching the male carefully, Slade stepped back as the other climbed to his feet.  “I’m sure they weren’t trying to knock everything out of your hands, things like this happen from time to time.”  There was a look of pure confusion on Slade’s face at the man’s reaction.  He knew that CARMA had a not so sterling reputation with some people, but for the most part people gave them the same kind of distance they gave police.  “Generally people try the word please when they are asking for someone’s help,”  Slade remarked with a slightly exasperated tone, as he started to bend down to help the kid.  That was until he tried to shove his way past Slade.  Twisting slightly, Slade made the subtle motion to shoulder check the boy’s hip as he rose back to his feet.  “Is there some reason I am unaware of that is causing your attitude toward me?  I’ve never met you before so I’m certain I’ve never done anything to you.”

“Oh? So you’re being a mind reader, too now? You just know it was an accident, and not meant to happen on purpose?” Hans harked in agitation, stumbling slightly as he his hip was knocked into; then sending a glare towards the man. “And? Does that mean that I’ll, saying it? No. I’m not asking anyway, I’m demanding that you’re helping me picking up all of these. A useful CARMA agent would be very nice, for once.” Ha-neul jabbed bitingly, then answered the question. “Don’t feel flattered, you’re not the only one I treat like this. I treat everyone with the same attitude, you giant baboon. I don’t need to have meeting you before, to act like this. Just you people in general, annoy me.” The boy bit out icily, nodding towards the CARMA attire the man was wearing. 

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Stressed Out (For Now) || Cyrus & Ha-neul

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prodicy:

     Cyrus had been really lost in his head lately. Between the fight and Greg and finals and everything else, Cyrus had closed himself off from people and hidden himself away. There was something about it all that made him feel safer, but he knew he had to go back to Pansaw U to check in with some professors about the summer semester. Would he be taking classes? Would he be TAing? What were his plans? Research? Internships? There were so many questions to be asked and so many answers that Cyrus just didn’t have.

     As he was walking, he ran into someone that it took him a few seconds to recognize, he couldn’t believe himself though. How did it take him a few seconds to recognize his friend? And how did it take his friend a few seconds to recognize him? Had he been hidden away for that long? “Hans, it’s fine,” he said, the lack of sleep apparent in his voice and on his face. But he gives his friend a gentle smile. “It’s fine, I– I’m not holding anything anyway. I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention either, so it’s on both of us. Uh– where were you headed in such a rush? Sorry I’ve been… MIA.”

Ha-neul didn’t like to admit that he had a sort of....’soft spot’ for Cyrus. The only people he kept a close relationship with, were the ones promoting him; or the ones he was using to help keep any sort of suspicion off of him, during the disposal part of his kills. But as it was, he couldn’t help but enjoy having the other student as an actual friend. As opposed to being a pawn for him. “Well, since its you; I would say the blame falls solely on your shoulders. We both know I never make mistakes or have accidents.” He spoke, in an actual joking manner. Noting how tired his friend seemed, but not going to comment....yet. “I’ll admitting, it was a very rough last few weeks. Studying, finals, plans for next semester; believe me, I understand why people will dropping off radar sometimes.” The Korean student offered. “I was going to return my books, if you want to come with me. Then I guess, you could talk and tell me what’s being on your mind.” 

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Bone + Tissue ;; Ha-neul & Archie

It’d been a rough week, to say the least. Between school, multiple events and a plethora of other things, Ha-neul was on a short fuse, with everyone. The smallest of things made him snap, and surprisingly it wasn’t long at all, before he decided to take some stress out on a new victim. 

This time though, he was meticulous in choosing his kill. And used the admittedly helpful tips he’d picked up from David, to drag out the torture practice much longer than he usually did. This time, as opposed to hacking up his kill into multiple pieces, after actually taking their life; he’d gotten creative. Crudely breaking a the bones in the limbs first, then taking his time in hacking away at them. Sure it wasn’t nearly as convenient as using the power saw, but it seemed with every swing downwards of the used blade, Hans could practically feel the stress, tension, frustration, all of it; just melt away. It was absolute euphoria. Something that could only be given to him through his kills or events. There was nothing quite like it for him. 

Currently (and carefully) using his spatial telekinesis, to drag the body to the pre-chosen disposal sight. Where he would dump the remains of the body, and then just to be on the careful side; he’d torch them. The area was secluded enough for it to just look like, a hobo’s source of warmth for the night; if any stragglers happened to pass by it. Just as he was about to throw a lighter into the gasoline soaked bin, containing the parts; he’d felt a presence behind him. Shaking it off as nothing though, he set the contents ablaze, and tossed in the lighter as well. Only to turn and notice the figure lingering by the alley-wall. Had this guy seen what was actually being burnt currently, or did he just show up out of nowhere? Either way, Ha-neul would play it safe. Worse comes to worse, he could easily dispose of the guy.

“H-hey there...pretty uh- pretty chilly out here tonightm right?” He began, making a show of pulling his light coat around him, as if to try and keep in warmth. People usually fell for the whole ‘college kid, coming here to do whatever’ act he’d put on; so it was worth a try now. “Did you...uh, need anything? Or were you just wandering along?”

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joshkovak:

Part of him felt pathetic for being so anxious around someone who was easily a foot shorter than himself, but his intense paranoia and nervous disposition didn’t tend to have any exceptions, and thus the emotion stayed with him. “Really?” he asked, slightly surprised by how forgiving Ha-neul seemed to be. “Because– because I can, uh, I can… take the blame, it’s– really, it’s my fault…” He should’ve known better than to get lost in his head again, to not pay attention to where he was walking – with his size, someone could be seriously hurt! As the flyers were gently removed from his arms, he stood back to his full height, taking a deep breath to try and calm himself down. Crisis averted; there wasn’t any reason to be nervous anymore.

But, if that were the case… why did he still feel so uneasy?

“Nice, uh– nice to meet you, too,” he replied, nodding along. A more paranoid part of him wondered what exactly this man’s game was, what reason he could possibly have for being kind to him… but common sense ( and the all-too-common doubt of his own perceptions ) forced him to act against his instincts. Not everyone was out to get him. He had to remember that. “No– no, I don’t… I don’t mind at all, really. That sounds– that sounds great,” he said, pulling his hand back once Ha-neul had shaken it and following after him towards the cafe he’d supposedly chosen. “Oh, uh… just– just some… errands, really. Nothing– Nothing, uh… it’s not big.” He paused, before asking, “you..?”

“Really, really. That was being my fault, and I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that; you’re really too kind to try and take the blame.” Hans assured, keeping the friendly smile in place; but desperately trying to move this all along. The sooner he was able to actually manipulate Josh, the better. And he didn’t exactly have patience to spare, if at all; to keep this charade up for very long. 

As they were finally moving towards the agreed location, it took just about everything in Ha-neul to keep composure; to play nice. “Yep. And I’m glad, I mean really, it’s like being the least I could do. Considering I was sort of an asshole back there, I’m just glad that you’re so forgiving. I’m pretty sure anyone else would have argued back with me, and called me all sorts of insults. Not let me take them for coffee.” The shorter male joked back, trying to lighten the mood between them a bit. Then nodding along, as Josh explained why he was out in the first place. “I see..what uhm...sort of errands to you run at the mall?” Hans asked with genuine curiosity. Typically errands took place at markets, or other types of stores; not really the mall. Or at least in his book, maybe the guy was looking for something specifically found at the mall, for some odd reason. “Well, I was trying to get some of those flyers out to people. Self promotion for an event I’m holding this weeend, I DJ, you know...make music. I only go to select locations though, whenever I do these sort of things. Usually people around our age you know, and with...taste. Music wise, fashion wise, etc.” Hans explained, as the finally reached the cafe.

“If you want to find us somewhere to sit, I’ll go place our orders and bring it back. Just tell me what you like.” 

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Hunter || Open

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hunter-calligan:

Hunter made sure to remember what Haneul was telling him, hoping he’d be able to get away and get to him. The cop practically growled as the other moved closer to him, gritting his teeth when he felt the ‘pistol’ between his eyes. Without any warning whatsoever, Hunter let out a powerful mental blast, sending the objects around him scattering in every direction, including, hopefully, the criminal with the ‘pistol’ pointed right at him. “Bring him back here. Now,” he commanded roughly, eyes dark yet the rage was so easily seen in them.

Hans was taken off guard by the mental blast, and was knocked back a few feet. With a practically maniac laugh, he slowly rose back to his feet. “Now we’re having fun, what else can you do?” The murderer in training questioned tauntingly, patting off some dust that made its way onto him, from when he was thrown back. Though at the command, he felt a jab of both irritation and annoyance; there wasn’t anyway for him to avoid following the order, and soon enough there was a portal opening in front of them again. Ha-neul saw the rage written across Hunter’s face, crystal clear; and couldn’t help his next course of action. Just to further piss off the man before him. As soon as the thief stepped through the portal, the boy used his spatial telekinesis to pick up a busted pipe; sending it flying straight through the other criminal’s midsection. Sending a smug smirk over to Hunter, as he watched the life drain from the thief’s face and his body eventually fall lifeless to the ground. “Whoops...guess you should have been more specific...with that command of yours..” Hans taunted, as moved to step closer again; more than ready to continue their little spat.

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Hogwarts Houses as Candy

for anon

Gryffindor: Warheads (people challenge themselves to eat as many as possible, they're quite intense)

Slytherin: Peppermints (they're traditional and tend to be accepted more by adults than children)

Ravenclaw: Lollipops (they can vary a lot from one to another, and look and taste very different)

Hufflepuff: Jolly Ranchers (they're well known and beloved by anyone who grew up with them)

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Aesthetics: Slytherin, Wood Mouse Patronus, Wampus, Aires, Space

Requested by @areumhaneul

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IRLspaceboy(s) || Zach & Ha-neul

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zachacosta:

“Good, because I’m not really the kind of guy who goes around and like, hooks up with people.” Not that he thought himself above it ( although… he most certainly was ), but for the simple fact that he wasn’t interested in that sort of thing. Hook-up culture just wasn’t his scene. “So, is that supposed to be a compliment? Because, that’s dope and all, but I’ve got no fucking clue what it means.” What kind of look did it take to seem popular? Was Ha-neul trying to say – without saying it outright – that he was attractive? It was true, of course, but he thought there were better ways to go about that sort of thing… namely, being upfront about it. He listened with a slight air of disbelief as Hans went on about what being a hype boy entailed, unsure if he wanted to be a part of something like that. Sure, he wouldn’t have minded the excuse to get away once in a while, to feel normal, but still above people, but the whole thing still seemed rather odd to him.

“Nah, man, I’ve never heard of it, anyway.” It didn’t necessarily mean that it wasn’t done, just that he didn’t know about it… but he liked to think he was well-versed in how things were done in the area. Admittedly, the idea of being paid for nothing more than attending parties and posting a few tweets now and then didn’t sound like a bad idea, and as Ha-neul scooted closer, he thought maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea, after all. He seemed reasonable enough to hold a conversation before having anything set in stone, after all, and it was important to have some flexibility in a job… or so he’d heard. CARMA didn’t often give much of that. “Just kinda wanted to get out, to be honest,” he said, shrugging a shoulder. “You know, try and have some fun.” And forget about the fact that he’d been violently tortured for the past few months.

“Honestly...hooking up is...gross. Just...sex in general is being off-putting for me. But yes..it’s being a compliment...so..accepting it.” Ha-neul finished, drumming his fingers against the top of the counter; eyes roaming around every now and then still. It didn’t seem as though he was selling himself to Zach and he’d much rather just get to the point of wether or not the guy would agree. If not, then he had  plenty of other people that would fit the bill. “I mean...I’m not sure how much more I can explain....you’re making this be like so much more difficult than what it should be.” Hans sighed slightly, giving a slightly annoyed look as he stared at Zach. 

Well with that new knowledge, he could sort of understand why Zach seemed confused about his forwardness. But still, a yes or no would have sufficed; as opposed to all the questions. Once he heard the actual reasoning for the other man to come out to his event, he couldn’t help but feel it be a slight jab to his ego. “So...you don’t...follow me on anything? Or like follow any of my other events? You just happened to come to this one?” He asked, trying to make sure he was understanding. Of course of all the people he could have picked from the crowds, Ha-neul had to pick the guy that just wanted a night out; and not actually in it for Hans himself. “Okay, well...I can still working with this. You don’t have to be a true fan...I guess...just so long as you...you know, do a good job of promoting me. That’s if you agree of course; but anyways, was...there a reason for you wanting to get out? Or was it like...a spur of the moment thing?”

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Hunter || Open

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hunter-calligan:

For a brief moment, Hunter’s more human side came out as the guy fell through the portal to god knows where. “No!” He shouted, trying to get to the thief before he was lost into the void. It didn’t work, it was too late. The guy was wherever the newcomer wanted him. With renewed anger, the cop in him actually angry about losing a civilian to someone who was possibly worse than he was, Hunter set his jaw and managed to avoid all but one of the stranger’s blasts of energy. One of them hit him directly in the shoulder, knocking him back again as he gripped hold of the wound, the punch to the face catching him straight across his jaw. “Where is he?” He asked through gritted teeth, back against the alley wall. All he could tell from Han-eul’s thoughts was that he was in some little room so he could kill him later. “What’ve you done with him? Tell me where he is!” He ordered the last part, knowing it was hard for anyone to disobey his commands.

The smirk on Hans’ face only grew more smug, as he watched hunter try and fail to save the guy from his inevitable and soon to be death. And it just wouldn’t be any fun, without mocking the cop for it. Grinning wickedly as one of his shots hit, and he landed the punch; the boy sat back. Just watching, until he felt himself answering the command; although he was sure to add jab after jab to the reply. “Oh, he’s in my special little room. It’s in an older part of the city, a nice wide and open space; where no one will hear all his screams. I do love to drag things out, I’m sure that my longest streak was four days...no one seems to be able to last long with my...methods.” Ha-neul answered honestly, as he sauntered closer to the man; pressing the pistol right in-between the man’s eyes. “Now...should I just dispose of you here and now...or do i let you join the thief you now seem so very fond of...” He contemplated, getting too caught up in his own self, to think to have his shield up; leaving him wide open for any sort of attack.

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About That...(Overview)

About

Full Name: Areum Ha-neul

Faceclaim: Nam Joo-hyuk.

Birth Date: 03/08/2024

Age: 18

Astral: Aires

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Romantic Orientation: Whaaaaaa?.

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual.

Nationality: Korean

Ethnicity: Asian

Living Conditions: Lives in Wayland Hills District

Background

Birth Place: Busan, South Korea

Hometown: Seoul, South Korea

Social Class: Upper Class.

Education Level: Working on University level.

Sibling(s): 3 Brothers and 2 Sisters.

Birth Order: 6th born

Children: None.

Pet(s): Pungsan named Pyo

Arrests?: None.

Prison Time?: None.

Occupation & Income

Primary Source of Income: Gigs.

Secondary Source of Income: Parents/Barista

Content with Their Job (of Lack Thereof)?: He loves making music, but hates having to deal with people at the Starbot Cafe.

Spending Habits: Ha-neul spends reasonably. If he needs something, he’ll buy it. Doesn’t really shop to shop (all the time).

Skills & Abilities

Talents: Cooking, Baking.

Language(s) Spoken: Korean, English

Drive?: Yes.

Jump-Start a Car?: Yes.

Change a Flat Tire?: No.

Ride a Bicycle?: Yes.

Swim?: Yes.

Play an Instrument?: Yes.

Play Chess?: Yes.

Braid Hair?: Yes.

Tie a Tie?: Yes.

Pick a Lock?: No.

Physical Appearance & Characteristics

Eye Color: Hazel.

Hair Color: Super Dark Brown.

Glasses/Contacts?: Mainly contacts, occasionally glasses.

Dominant Hand: Left.

Height: 5'3".

Weight: 107 lbs.

Build: Slender, but also lean.

Exercise Habits: Plays volleyball and walks the dog.

Skin Tone: Ivory.

Tattoos: One on the inside of his left wrist, it’s an Avicii tattoo. Also one right on his ribcage on the left side, a fancy and complicated looking arrow. Both tattoos are small.

Piercings: An industrial piercing in his left ear.

Marks/Scars: None.

Notable Features: His eyes.

Clothing Style: Soft grunge.

Jewelry: Rings, and plain chains.

Allergies: None.

Body Temperature: Normal.

Diet: Tries to eat healthy, and will avoid most fast food and non organic foods.

Psychology

Mental Conditions/Disorders: Nothing that has been diagnosed or that he cares to get diagnosed.

Sociability: Smack in-between an introvert and extrovert.

Emotional Stability: Often expresses affection with sarcasm and wit.

Obsession(s): Keeping everything completely organized, his side of the room his excessively neat. There is a certain place for any and all objects that belong to him.

Phobia(s): Globophobia and Anatidaephobia

Addiction(s): None.

Drug Use: Occasionally.

Alcohol Use: Occasionally.

Prone to Violence?: Occasionally.

Mannerisms

Speech Style: Ha-neul grew up of course speaking Korean, so his English isn’t fantastic; but it isn’t choppy or broken sounding. He has a strong habit of changing and adding the placing of words in a sentence.

Accent: Very Noticeable Korean Accent.

Hobbies: Swimming, Volleyball, Walking the dog, Sight-Seeing, Baking, Cooking.

Positive Traits: Reliable, Passive, Witty, Protective (of very few individuals), Compassionate (to very few individuals), Clever, Original.

Negative Traits: Caustic, Haughty, Abrasive, Condescending, Sarcastic, Cruel

General Outlook: Super cynical.

Do They Curse Often?: No.

Favorites

Activity: Making food/baking, and creating new tracks.

Animal: Penguin

Beverage: Bubble Tea

Book: The Little Prince

Color: Shades of Red

Holiday: New Year’s

Movie: Big Hero Six

Sport: Swimming.

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Not So Master Kill || Ha-neul & David

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davidkeros:

David sneered, amused that Ha-neul seemed to be just as bothered by age comments as he was, albeit in the opposite direction. “What are you, fifteen at most? Come on, kid,” he repeated, placing special enunciation on the oh-so-dreaded jab at his age, “get real. You couldn’t beat me in a fight if your life depended on it – and trust me, out here, it does.” David had no qualms about killing someone who seemed to be more of a nuisance than a use to him, and while for the moment he found entertainment in Hans’ napoleon complex, his patience likely wouldn’t last. “The only reason I haven’t killed you already is because I like the idea of you being electrocuted. Last I checked, California still has that as a punishment for murder… I wonder if they’d catch you faster if I left an anonymous tip…” He pretended to ponder over it, resting a hand on his chin.

He barked with laughter as the young killer continued, shaking his head. “You do realize I was a teenager once, right? Besides, you’re talking to a certified psychopath – poor impulse control tends to go with the personality profile.” It’d gotten slightly better with age, of course, as it normally did… but he was nothing if not impulsive and to that day it continued to put a dent in his successes. “Getting rid of evidence like that is definitely cold, hard proof that you’re not a seasoned serial killer. Anyone with any real experience knows how to make bodies vanish without a trace – or at least anything they might’ve left behind on it. You’ve done neither, have you?” He bared his teeth in a malicious grin as Ha-neul practically begged him, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at him with victory in his gaze. Not so tough now, was he? “Alright kid, you’ve got me interested. Let’s say I give you a chance… how exactly do you plan to make this worthwhile for me, other than being my after-kill maid?”

“Kiss my ass, you old geezer. Not that it’s being your business, but I’m eighteen; asshole. And like I’m saying, trying me; and we’ll see who is the one being beaten.” Ha-neul hissed in irritation, wanting to throttle  the man in front him. Really it wouldn’t be very difficult at all, to increase the gravity around the man to near crushing. But something was keeping him from doing so, and he wasn’t exactly sure what it was; but so long as the childish and petty part of him was able to get under the man’s skin and annoy him, he was perfectly alright with it. “Oh please. If you had the ability for killing me, you’re already have done it by now. Instead of standing there, growing older by the second, and arguing with what you labeled as a ‘kid’. You’re being so full of shit, Old Man; that isn’t a part of the code of honor for killing. How are you calling yourself a murderer, and not like even following the code of honor.” Hans argued back, fully believing that there was some sort of code to go by. 

Ignoring pretty much everything before the man’s consideration, into taking him on as an apprentice; Ha-neul groaned and rolled his eyes. “I’m not a mind reader dumb-dumb, I’m not knowing all you’re wanting out of this. Tell you what, tell to me a few other things you’re wanting from this; and then I’m telling to you wether I’ll doing them or not. Sound reasonable Old Man, or are you too afraid of being overshadowed by the ‘rookie killer’. “ He taunted with a small smirk, looking at David expectantly and waiting for an answer. 

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