oathkeeper.

lee kinam. 21 years old. lion-hearted boy.

[sgnolivia]

recreational hero complex

[avkinam-blog]

avblackout‌:

for a brief second, she thinks the metal in her ears must be broken because there’s no way kinam’s heart is really beating that loud. olivia tilts her head to the side. 

“why are you so nervous?” she asks, genuinely curious and more than a little confused. she ignores his question because she thinks it’s not worth the energy expended to answer it. “it’s not a real human, right?” 

which, if it is, she’s out! no thank you! this is not what was advertised! consider this her two weeks!

Lips press into a thin line as she blatantly ignores his question, though he only responds with a gentle sigh, hands resting against his hips. It’s safe for him to assume that Olivia was either internally a mess over the task they’d been given, or she was totally, completely fine. Here’s to hoping it was the latter. 

“It’s not,” Kinam confirms with a shrug of his shoulders. “But we'll all be judged as though it is. Not much room for messing up. Uh, no pressure. Of course.” 

[xgodkiller]

seven layers of skin

@avkinam

hyun habaek is and has always been nothing but himself, no games, no illusions, no farces, no time to put on an act, to learn the shine of charm, to suffocate himself in a well-organized box so that others may feel more comfortable around him. he walks like a storm, breathes like a god, insatiable as a blackhole, a gravity well burning just under the thin seven layers of his skin that hold the chaos of him together. he is nothing of morning dew, nothing of collected mindsets, calm breezes or softness or hesitation.

blood hits the grass as soon as his fist meets the cheek of a stranger with too many opinions and not enough teeth, their backs striking the walls of a brick building not too far from the science center of the academy, but what this asshole lacks in brains, he makes up for in friends, having five more of them that habaek has, their retaliation coming in quick in the form of arms reaching and legs kicking. anger is a swift reddening, a coal-heated proponent of action and adrenaline, but for all his fury and abandon, they have him on the ground in a matter of moments.

he growls and curls, does his best to shove and hit and claw and bite, but he is not hyunjin, he is not beom, he is not impenetrable or indomitable or bloodless. he is human, dreamstuff crammed into the space between his ribs, all potential for magic, not the real thing, and the skin of his equilibrium shreds and tears just as easily as it would for any mundane citizen. and he hates it. he hates everything. he tries to break himself harder against the cement of their bones, hearing all sides crack and shatter and bleed, and through seeping lips and hissing teeth, he grins.

[avkinam-blog]

The scene unravelling before him reminds him a lot of his childhood years. Jerks with too much pent up anger, and not enough of a conscience to recognize that taking it out on anyone unfortunate enough to be in the wrong place at the wrong time was morally disgusting. Like a pack of wild dogs set upon a rabbit, whoever cast the first stone never mattered because strength is easily found in numbers, and he knew it always ended the same bloody, broken way. It was cruel and unfair, but even as a scrawny teenager who clearly didn’t stand a chance, Kinam would never be able to forgive himself if he didn’t at least try to stand in the underdog’s corner. Trembling with fear, he’d put on a brave mask as he put himself between attacker and victim. His efforts would be rewarded with a mouthful of blood, a new scar for his growing collection, and fuel thrown on the fire of his growing hero complex. 

Fast forward to the present moment, and it’s obvious not much has changed. He hears the commotion before he sees it, pace picking up as he follows the sound of pure violence before spotting the group huddled around a struggling, unidentifiable figure. Kinam doesn’t think twice as he throws himself once more into the fray. 

He’s nothing like the weak teen-aged vision of himself as he charges forwards, floor rumbling beneath them with a gesture of his hand. He knows not to use his power against people for any old reason, but he finds he has little mercy for those with no honor. Palm jerking upwards, the ground follows his movement; an angled pillar of earth jutting up and out with the intention of bowling at least some of the attackers over. A split second passes, and he balls the same hand into a fist to swing a punch at the first jawline he can see. Sparing a glance towards the bloodied stranger on the floor, Kinam’s expression is one of unintentional pity as he speaks, a warning.

“Let him up. That’s enough.”

[sgnolivia]

recreational hero complex

[avkinam-blog]

avblackout‌:

@avkinam

it’s not as rare as anyone wants. somebody wants to die the hero, nobody wants to die the villain. time passes, people change, a hero weeps. 

she’s never worked with one directly. wetwork doesn’t leave a lot of room for heroism, thankfully. 

unthankfully, that means olivia has the blessing of strapping into the very thing she said she wasn’t going to do anymore (be a violent wrecking ball of depravation and throat kicks) and learn to deal with reckless stupidity moving at forty miles an hour. 

“ready for action,” she tells him, adjusting her hearing aids. 

His heart is in his throat. Kinam isn’t usually the type to get stage fright, but now that showtime is almost upon them his nerves are becoming a bit more apparent in his restlessness; hands wringing at his sides as he lets out a slow exhale before bouncing gently on the spot to work out some of that excess energy. His gaze turns to Olivia as she speaks. 

“How’re you feeling?” He asks, eternally focused on the well-being of those around him as he continues to ignore his own anxieties. He wants to do good. He’s sure they will do good. All things considered, she looks calm enough to remain focused, but that wouldn’t be enough to ease his own concerns. “We still have some time. Things rarely go exactly according to plan, but if you have any input I wouldn’t mind hearing it.”

[huiracha]

so soft

[avkinam-blog]

@avryujin

It’s hard for him to explain how he just knows where he needs to be, at that moment in time. He once jokingly called it a sixth sense, but Kinam looks far from amused as he makes his way across campus; hands tucked into pockets and hood up as he leads himself to the one place he’s certain to find the person he’s looking for at this hour of the night. He hadn’t seen Ryujin all day. Perhaps it was a short amount of time to be apart to some, but Kinam had found himself becoming a little attached; ruled by an urge to keep watch over the guy, to offer a hand or a shoulder to lean on, if he was needed. 

Avenger’s park was practically empty when he arrived, save for the shape of a figure settled on a bench facing away from him. Pausing in his tracks to let out a gentle sigh ( of both relief and concern ) Kinam approached, the tapping of his footsteps blending with the quiet rush of the park’s centrepiece fountain. 

“Hey,” he finally called out, voice as soft as it was quiet. Slowing to a stop as he walked up behind Ryujin, Kinam reached out to touch his shoulder; a careful attempt to get his attention. “Where’ve you been? I was looking for you...”

[avkinam-blog]

@avbeom

Kinam stifles a yawn behind the back of his hand, body shivering a little at the chill that came with crisp morning air. As much as this is an almost daily routine for him, he had yet to learn how to quickly shake off his drowsiness; eyes sleepy and hair ruffled as if he’d only just rolled out of bed, which wasn’t so far from the truth. Rising before the sun was even in the sky in order to do some laps around campus was part of his own personal form of training -- as well as a form of training he’d talked Beomseok into joining, though it hadn’t exactly taken much convincing on his part. 

Lingering just outside the Avenger’s Dorm, he’s quick to assume the first sign of movement coming from indoors is the guy he’s waiting on, already starting to jog in place in an attempt to warm himself up as the doors before him open. “Mornin’,” comes the sleepy greeting, voice cracking slightly from lack of use though he manages a small smile. “Almost thought you’d decided to sleep in today.” Or maybe he got there too early, but that was besides the point.  

[strgaykids]

Marie Claire || Bang Chan

[avkinam-blog]

HYELLO!! my name’s lea and i’m a million years late w/ this intro bc hayfever and a lack of sleep has been kicking my ass but i’m super excited to start here. some more info about my boy kinam is under the cut!! pls like this post if ur interested in plotting and i’ll come to you asap!!

the local earthbender ig

you can’t be an avenger without some kind of tragic past tho despite growing up poor and having to practically raise his baby brother by himself, he considers his childhood to be fairly happy, all things considered

tough guy with the softest heart. feels emotions very easily. surprisingly easily flustered

the epitome of “remember you can’t save everyone” “remember you have to try”

he has quite a few scars scattered across his skin from his early teens as a result of jumping into fights he wasn’t ready to handle. who knew playing superhero before any actual training could be dangerous?? the most notable of them is a thick scar running across most of his left cheek from a shard of glass. 

he trains a lot! both his power and just his body in general. catch him on his 6am jogging session no matter the weather. we love a cardio king

protective to a fault; will choose the safety of others over himself every single time and has a bad habit of jumping into danger before his brain can catch up. kinam will absolutely not hesitate to throw hands ( or boulders ) to help someone in trouble and has earned a bit of a reputation around the place as some kind of silent guardian -- divine 9 fam hmu

seems mature from a distance but he’s really just a soft babie deep down :(

very talented at making fun little figures out of stone and gifts them to people to cheer them up

lowkey fanboys over past heroes. probably a captain america stan

pls be his friend hes just a big ol teddy bear 

[reginaphalangephalange]

[refiningfire]