THE TOWN’S NEWEST RESIDENT YONG JUNHYUNG, ALSO KNOWN AS JASON, IS MOVING INTO 4 CLOUD AVENUE, FANGVILLE. HE IS 300 YEARS OLD, OF THE VAMPIRE CASTE, AND IS CURRENTLY WORKING AS A WAITER AT THE PATISSERIE PENELOPE. WELCOME HIM TO THE TOWN !
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jason leans towards the side of being neutral. typically because he doesn’t care, whatever happens happen — his way of thinking about the whole situation. he tends to blame himself for his carelessness which was also the reason of how he came to be. he’s okay, as long as the said person of the caste doesn’t bother him.
reserved. focused. free-thinking. independent. impatient. tasteful. blunt. secretive. enigmatic. sarcastic.
« three hundred is a big number,
and it will just continue to progress on.
1714 was the start of my
n e v e r e n d i n g hell »
I. the second millennium, the 17th century. it was a snowy day in december, a baby boy was born december 29, 1690 in london, new england. his mother had traveled from south korea to london for a better life — meeting the love of her life in the process, a rather successful english broker. it was said that they lived a fairly decent life with junhyung, or his english name jason.
II. twenty-four years later, its yet another snowy day in december, new years eve. people are celebrating still after christmas, along with the new year. a young male almost mid-twenties walks the cold streets alone with a cigarette between his lips, and a hand covering it to light the tip, keeping the fire from blowing out. they said the cancerous stick would eventually kill you, but he didn’t think after one deep breath of nicotine would be so painful.
silence for he couldn’t mutter a word. the feel of canines piercing his neck an acidic drip knock him out within seconds. he was dying, the blood quickly being drained from his body before it soon stopped. he was too weak to wonder what was going to happen next, he felt paralyzed only able to stare ahead until an even more painful puncture was felt. a change in his body, a bloodcurdling scream that could only be heard by him and his visitor. a change that was done in mere seconds felt like centuries passing him slowly.
that night he became a monster.
III. blood lust. it’s all he craved for, it’s all he wanted. they told him that it would be like that for a while until he learns how to control himself. as much of the salty red liquid he intake his throat still burned. as he looked at the amount of people he killed, inside of him he felt bad, but the new monster that had control over him didn’t show any emotion. dead eyes scan the area. he would never see this place again, he would no longer have to sneak to see his parents cry at night at the death of her son that was shown all over the tv.
it was his last day in london.
IV. « welcome to your new home.
seoul south korea»
V. several years past soon turned into decades. the death of his parents wasn’t taken as hard — matter of fact, every ounce of emotion he once had was no longer there. a blank reaction towards the mishap that caused his parents death; his own kind.
new in town, the only language recognizable was english. the coven told him the country was were he truly belonged, all he could do was follow. not an ounce of understanding, confusion frustrated him to no end. time to start from scratch.
VI. it’s now the current day. three hundred years had past by, and he’s truly seen people come and go in this boring world. his blood lust was in full control, and after spending years of practice junhyung — as he now goes by, decided to find himself living amongst the others in the real world.