[lee dong wook — 40 — he/him] Introducing HO CHAN-YOO. Word on the street is they are a FUNERAL DIRECTOR, having been around for 17 YEARS. Despite an otherwise clear record, sometimes they are known to engage with SYNDICATE’s affairs. Though they are CUNNING and SECRETIVE, they can also be FRIENDLY and ASTUTE. In the chaos of New York City, they’re sure to fit right in.
— BASICS .
Name: Seong Bitgaram; Ho Chan-yoo
Gender, Pronouns & Sexuality: Cis male, he/him, Bisexual
Hometown: Incheon, South Korea
Affiliation: Syndicate affiliate
Relationship status: Single
— HISTORY .
tw: abuse, murder
Born at the crest of dawn, Bitgaram was raised with a rusted silver spoon in his mouth. Although his family came from old money, his parents were anything but loving. Every single issue that arose, both minute and major, was blamed on him; each one pressed into his skin like flowers between pages.
With the abuse came a warped sense of being. He was quiet as a child, but one prone to fits of rage among his peers. No one believed that he could be a subject of mistreatment simply because of his status. And he stopped crying for help when the punishments grew more and more severe. Actually, he stopped crying in general before he reached his adolescence.
His parents died when he was just fifteen years of age. A murder-suicide, the headlines read. To the eyes of the public, the deaths were a tragedy. Simply because the Seong’s solely valued their reputation and appearance to those outside of the broken family. To Bitgaram , it was a goddamn miracle; salvation finally delivered to free him from the horrors of his day to day life. Even if he was the true cause to their damned demise.
Bitgaram hardly made an impression through foster care. By the time he was of legal age, he had gained an immense interest in theivery. A few more years under his belt and a new alias was cleverly crafted to carry into the states. No longer was he of the Seong lineage, but rather as a Ho. Ho Chan-yoo, to be exact - a wayward youth that came from the streets of Incheon.
Naturally sided with the macabre, he invested his time into a mortician apprenticeship. Through the variety of clientele, he caught wind of a few interesting connections; those that were far from savory and moral — primarily through hidden outlets of organ distribution.
Overtime, his knowledge and expertise quickly rose. Once settled in his own establishment, his reputation had proceeded him. So much so that it reached the eyes and ears of the Syndicate. When they offered him an affiliation, he inevitably accepted. From then on out, his skills and craftsmanship grew leaps and bounds.
CONNECTIONS .
I'm sorry vs. my condolences . There is a difference between both sayings, and Chan-yoo is very well aware of it. Question is, how many of his clients are astute enough to catch on? Aka this is the standard business-client interaction that can definitely build into something meaningful.
An ear to lend & shoulder to lean on . Though he may be as two faced as it gets, he’s incredibly good at what he does. Sympathetic in every aspect that counts, it’s not uncommon for him to offer time to those that are grieving. Whether it be by meaningful conversation or just a calm presence, there’s an undeniable air of compassion and understanding about him. ( Note: Chan-yoo might seem very sympathetic and caring, but it’s a complete ruse. Simply because people let details slip during the period of grief. Things that might have great meaning and implications that might be useful to help the Syndicate’s knowledge. )
Odd owl out . Chan-yoo’s routine hasn’t been stable for well over seventeen years, but that’s what happens when one works so closely with death. So, it’s not unusual to find the Funeral Home open during the odd hours of the day. It's also not unusual to find him out and about either — be it a last minute run for food or coffee, etc. All in all, odd encounters at add times of day are fairly common for him.
