i speak in cursive, i'm poignant, assertive there's musical chairs in my teeth poke me to battle, i'll jump on the saddle / i'll smile as you fall to your feet
( felix lee, demi man, he + they ) — look what the werecat’s dragged in! if you take a look at our records, you’ll find that RION KWON is a/n TWENTY THREE year old PÂTISSIER that’s been in cromerth woods for TWO YEARS. according to this file, they’re a DHAMPIR hailing all the way from MACKAY. that must be why they’re ALLURING and INTOLERANT. if you ask me, they remind me of stars that couldn’t quite fit into his eyes, so they splattered across his cheeks + dancing queen by ABBA playing in the distance while someone bleeds out on the bathroom floor from 17 stab wounds + the sexual tension between a healthy portrayal of emotions vs saying, “ i think i am going to die ”. they are allied with THE DIAMONDS.
YOU’RE THEIR FIRST LOVE, DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. all they ask is for love & care. THEY DON’T GET TO CHOOSE from where it comes. close your eyes. go ahead, do it. imagine ━━ imagine, disappointment lurking at every corner, always standing PROUD and at the READY. you’re their first love. DON’T BREAK THEIR HEART. their parents don’t follow this rule. he’s a shiny new toy ….. something to dress up & flaunt. they don’t get to choose from WHO it comes from. why’s it his responsibility to be so exceptional?
OUTLINE. past.
born 19/12/00 in mackay australia.
would visit his dad’s hometown of sujeong-dong, busan, during holidays & such. for this reason, he grew up speaking both korean AND english.
has a twin sister ( ryhan ) who is precisely thirteen minutes older than him.
always was a bit of an oddball. liked jabbing his fingers into the eyes of any & all plushies he could get his hands on.
which steadily turned into making makeshift executions for all of his sister's toys. ( his favorite being the decapitation of her dolls )
both his parents are human BUT they both also have ( had ) mutants in their family ancestry.
rion took an early interest in sparring and weapons which led to his parents enrolling him in taekwondo.
started out in introductory gymnastics at three & then moved into taking taekwondo once he turned six.
once earning their 9th belt, rion was able to fine-tune his dual specialties.
it was originally thought that ize was a quick learner ( which he actually IS ) but, it’d later be revealed it was an added perk of his mutation ability.
isn’t sure when his mutations truly manifested themselves.
it’d be chalked up to him being either incredibly good at reading others or him being a swift learner.
rion himself became self-aware of the mutation at around eleven.
due specifically to their psychological mastery, rion tends to be overly paranoid & suspicious of others. leading him to develop some pretty gnarly social anxiety in his teens ( that they're still trying to overcome fully) and to become overly picky about the intake of his foods.
in short: he picked up cooking as a means to appease this paranoia.
also uses it on an everyday basis because it’s constantly active.
the doppelgänger physiology is believed to have actually been caused by his sister, who has the same power. instead of being a true clone/copy of ryhan though, he came out more so flawed ( if you would ). he is taking on more of the mythological route & truly being the evil twin.
having developed psychological mastery, they use it on an everyday basis. it comes in handy when having to put the schmooze on those unlucky enough to warrant a visit from him.
OUTLINE. vessel.
around 16 or 17, he figures “fuck it” & ventures out on his own. if he isn’t acceptable enough to his family, then they can kick rocks.
his relocation takes him to sydney to stay with a close ( i.e. ONLY ) friend, that he’d met through various competitions.
myles ( the friend ) is the son of the founder / president of vessel & is the one to recruit rion into the organization.
not truly understanding the severity of agreeing, they do it anyways.
just as with taekwondo, rion quickly moves his way up through the ranks & becomes the most sought-after employee, for clients & members alike.
by november of ‘22, rion ( at the request/demand of the founder ) tags along to chicago, to the newest location of vessel.
when not on a call, their time is spent working as a patissier @ self care. not that the money is really needed, considering where he stands with the big boss. BUT. it keeps them occupied.
it's a little too satisfying to see that his outburst has an effect on ize... but at least he's capable of reeling himself back in. "just shup up," he snaps, continuing on toward the shop. "some peace an' quiet'll do you good." and with his whole entire heart, seth believes that. has there ever been a moment in his life where ize didn't feel the need to fill the silence? time to learn that it's okay to leave it be!
" some peace and quiet , bleh blah bleh. what kinda weirdo likes 'ta sit in the quiet ? especially while drivin' and with a passenger !? you're a fuckin' weird one , doherty. " rion takes to staring languidly out of the window , utterly bored out of their mind. " can i at least eat somethin' in your precious truck ? or am i supposed to starve ? "
"because i do hate you, damn it!" he snaps before he can stop himself, pausing afterwards to sigh. "i don't mean that, i'm sorry. i don't hate you. you just piss me the hell off, is all." seth tucks the charging chord beside him in the door, giving ize a sharp look. as the truck roars to life, he pulls out onto the road. "y'can charge your phone in the tow truck."
they at least look partially taken aback by how seth lashes out. even if he couldn't give any less of a fuck , about how the other felt. " s'alright , mate. i don't mind if 'ya hate me ! it's my job as your girly's bestie , ta' piss 'ya the hell off ! just means that i'm doin' a fantastic way , about it. " reclining back into the seat , rion sighs dramatically as they settle into the ride. " you're a real bit of work , y'know. what if i had to make an important phone call or send a text , ah ? how would you sleep with that all on your conscience ? "
seth's temper rises second by second watching them dig through his things without hesitation. by the time ize grabs the charger, he's hit his boiling point. arm snapping over, he yanks the cord right out of the vehicle and throws it in the back. "my truck," he starts, growling; "my music. if y'can't wait t'use it until we get you dropped off, then y'should've had it charged earlier." nicer. good gods, by the way they behave he's been saintly until now.
" damn , friend. why so much animosity ? you're the one that volunteered to take me home. if ya' didn't want to , you coulda' said no. " squinting challenging over to him , they move to reach for the cord. " no need to be so snappy. play whatever music ya' like ━━ i just need the charge. you're actin' like you hate me or something , doherty. un wad the panties from your ass and drive , already. "
somehow, seth manages to keep his temper on a short leash. ize doesn't get any more than a dirty look as he ruffles his hair, nor any exasperated backtalk when rushing him out to his truck. obviously, the little bitch just wants to order someone around. it's like the second there aren't any employees around to take lip, they'll turn on the person nearest to them. "yeah, yeah, we'll stop by the shop. you can drive 'er on home from there." the tow truck, that is.
" right , then. and where's your charger , my phone's on it's last five precent. " crossing yet another boundary , rion helps himself to rummage through both glove and console compartments , in the hopes of locating a charger. " gotta give 'ya credit , bud ━━ this is a real nice truck. real spacious too , you sure know how to pick 'em. " mission success ! cable secured , they connect their phone and by default the absolutely wicked , stereo system. " y'know , some of those hearts will be goin' down your gullet. you could stand to be a bit nicer. "
seth snorts. "people with souls don't steal grandpa's organs from the morgue." he's not painting himself with a much better brush. no, whatever lives inside him now is definitely not a soul—if there was ever such thing to begin with. "you can have a lift," he agrees, more of a sigh than a statement. "but that's it. passenger seat's the best you'll get." worthy of it is questionable, particularly when they're competing with sunisa, but he's not totally heartless.
" thanks , buddy ! eat your heart out while i finish up , we'll be outta here in a solid twenty. " always the one to over step a boundary ━━ they reach out to violently ruffle his hair , before sprinting off in the opposite direction. and true to their word , they're stood and waiting for seth at the front door. " let's go , doherty. m'ready to be at home and a menace to my cats. be sure to grab all your groceries too , i don't want any messages beggin' me to come n' pick up forgotten stuff. " not that he's any help in carrying any of his purchases out the door. no , instead they usher for him to speed it up. once locked up and secure , rion's stepping away from the shop and to the passenger side of the truck. " might as well stop by your shop , yeah. sooner i get the tow truck , sooner i can be back from that errand. "
"clearly, it doesn't," he mutters, rolling his eyes. of course it's plain to see that ize's generosity is not in the room with them now... and never has been. they just want to drive the cool truck. he can't blame them for that, but he's still not going to allow it. especially not when it involves a trip to the morgue! "i'll have a heart when you have a soul," he snorts, but takes the meal offered to him... by the fork, of course. what is he, an animal? "it's tow truck or no truck. your choice."
" i've got a soul ! or else i'd be snatching live bodies off'a the street ! instead of usin' aged goods ! " they've got more morals than most others that enjoy this specific line of goods that he offers. full out sulking , they move to finish what's left of inventory counts. " fine ━━ i'll take the stupid tow truck. can i at least get a lift back to my place ? or am i unworthy of even sittin' shotgun , since i'm not your sweetheart ? " last bit is drawn out in the form of a tune , unable to help themselves from poking fun at seth.
"generous? i didn't ask for a handout, i just asked for discretion!" as far as he's concerned, this isn't a free lunch, either. especially since they think there's a chance in hell seth would let him behind the wheel of his truck. or anything he held dear, for that matter. "tow trucks don't attract no attention, that's the whole damn point!" he continued, trying ( and failing ) to contain his exasperation. "you're not gettin' in my truck, and that's final."
" an' having discretion makes me generous ! tow trucks don't draw attention , but they're still fuckin' ugly ! help a fellow supernatural out , would 'ya ! i'm startin' to think you don't actually like me. this is what they call being used and abused. " stabbing fork into cooked heart , they extend it out towards seth. " have a heart , doherty. you're as bad as your other half , she laughed in my face before burnin' rubber outta here. don't you see that i'm the victim. "
"th'hell we are," he snaps, brows shooting up. buddies? they're not even friends! that's his girlfriend ( somehow, some way ) that can tolerate their presence, not him! "an' the'hell it is. you're not steppin' one damn foot in my truck, let alone gettin' behind th'wheel!" to transport human remains, no less! even his old truck had only carried what was necessary, and never... so haphazardly, either. "you can use the work truck or you can kiss my ass. haven't you ever heard of not shittin' where y'sleep?"
" i have been so damn generous and get spat on in return , it ain't a good look for 'ya. what's the big deal , ah ? i've been drivin' since i was fourteen , not like i'mma total it or nothin'. " the oven gives a resonating ding , leaving them to go and retrieve the organ. " m'even feeding you ! free of charge , should i add ! a tow truck loitering around morgues , is just beggin' for attention. but a fancy , brand new truck ? i'd look like the owner ! "
"i'm a werewolf. we don't catch things and die." if all it took was a little bacteria to drop him, he would have died a long, long time ago. eating raw meat covered in dirt and who knows what... his decisions haven't always been so domesticated. "no," he snaps, a little faster than he means to. "absolutely not. she just bought me that truck an' i'm not gettin' it involved in any of this mess. i've got a tow truck at the shop y'can use instead."
they haven't got any smart ass remarks for that one and offer a lazy shrug in response. but he sure does pull a face at how quickly , seth shoots down their request. " stop being selfish , yeah. we're buddies , aren't we ? what's yours is mine and what's mine is ━━ well , also mine. " complete logic to rion's misconstructed thought process. " there's no mess , mate. it's just a bunch of bodies that won't be missed by no one , an' i roll in style. not in beat up tow trucks. just take me with 'ya when you leave and i'll take the truck from your place. drop back off n' everything , once i've finished. "
seth rolls his eyes, more or less used to ize's varying degrees of childishness. he'll gag at anything affectionate much in the same way a teenager might. for all the maturity they had, they might as well have been one. "just make sure it's not frozen, is all," he says, shrugging. it doesn't matter how it's prepared this time. or any time, really, as long as it doesn't look like what it actually is—that's the whole point of being here, after all. hiding his slip back into cannibalism. "an' last i checked, worms don't like ice. should be fine. s'why they make dewormer, anyway."
" well , fuckin' duh. m'sayin though ━━ freezing something doesn't magically make all the bacteria n' shit go away. plus if 'ya catch something and die , there'd be no point in cutting you up. not gonna sell spoiled produce in my shop. " being anything but invested into the presentation and prep of seth's impromptu meal , they simply crank the heat up on the oven and toss it in. " i got another favor ta' ask 'ya. let me borrow your truck to pick up my stash of unclaimed bodies from the morgue. my usual lackey is on a remote job an' i need to restock my other goods. "
"don't have nothin' t'be happy about if she's not with me." she being suni, of course. alone, it's true—he hardly ever smiles. mostly because if she's not with him, he's working or... lying, somehow. and he hates that he's too ashamed, too close to the issue, to just confess about the troubles he's been having... but he'd much rather lie than have to look at her and have her know everything that's eating at him. "don't care if it's fresh or not. just has t'be human," he reminds him, shaking his head. "hell, warm it up and i'll scarf it down here."
in truly adult fashion , rion makes a show of gagging behind their hand. but he does move to go dig around the deep freezer for it. " that's gotta be the sappiest and grossest shit , i ever heard. an' against my will too ━━ ain't that just the cherry on the fuckin' cake. " frost bitten heart in hand , they try brushing off the bits of ice that cling to the organ. " any preference on spices or seasonings ? sliced , cubed or chopped ? and don't think i'm takin' any blame , if 'ya end up gettin' worms or something. "
The bakery is empty, Alara is bored, and she doesn't have to be back at the museum for another half an hour. So, true to faerie nature, she wants to play a mischievous game to keep herself entertained. "Feel like playing a game with me? If you win, I'll give you a vial of my fairy dust. It'll grant you temporary flight, or the power to transform something into something else you want. Nothing too grand, though, hence why you'll only get a vial."
" what about me screams that i'm dying to fly ? especially with your dank ass fairy dust. " their eyes hold a note of mischief all their own , as they slide over to where she's stood. " depends on what sorta game we're thinkin' , lady. i'll sell your vile of dust mites , to the highest bidder , when i win. " beckoning alara over , they lean over counter top. waiting to hear what she's got in mind.
pain is meaningless to him. which isn't to say that it doesn't hurt when ize sticks his grubby fingers into his eye sockets, when he pulls free his prize. it hurts worse than anything else he's felt in his whole life... in this body. that's significant. not significant enough. an eye for an eye... if he takes both, he'll have to repay the favor. still, even through the cloudy haze that adrenaline brings, ed knows how to perform. he howls and froths at the mouth as expected of him, stumbling back and clawing at both bloody sockets—totally blinded. oh, well. he doesn't need those eyes to see. pulling himself back up, he points himself in the direction of ize's foul stench and grins.
"do it," he says, laughing. "do it. i've got nothing to lose and everything to gain." flesh has already begun to clump back into his eye sockets, offering with it some primitive sensory information. light and shadow. he can almost, but not quite, make out ize's silhouette. "hell, why not just take both? you might as well. i'm shedding it, anyway." with little more than a shrug, ed reaches up and tears a good portion of his own face away—nose included—and flings the gooey flesh in iz'e direction. it's shapeless by the time it hits the ground. replacing it in his own visage is something made of fur and fangs. "go on. pick it up. don't you want it, anymore?"
the theatrics do nothing but earn another bristled look , even as he begins throwing his fit. crushing ripped organ in their palm , he casually wipes remnants on pants leg. " you've got more than a few screws loose , fucker. havin' a psychotic breakdown won't keep me from turning your insides out. " the pile of flesh thrown rion's way does succeed in getting him to take some backwards steps. probably the strangest occurrence to have happened to them yet , but he won't let that show on his face.
" fucking disgusting , piece of shit. what the hell are 'ya even , some sort of fuckin' zombie mutt ? " even as they attempt deciphering the obvious rhetorical , he's surging forward again. using given momentum and strength , hand shoots forward grab a fistful of hair. no use in clawing at what's left of ed's face. instead , they mean to viciously slam the other's head into the brick. " the fuck's your deal ? "
there it is. the little detail he should have seen coming. the point of all this starts to smudge. he's trying to get what he needs without doing the same damn thing he's always done... his frown deepens the more he considers it. he's not doing the killing. not really... is it logical? no. morally bankrupt? definitely. "easy's got nothing to do with it," he mutters, arms crossed tight against his chest. "i won't do it with my customers, that'll lead right back down to me and the last damn thing i want is to take a silver bullet for you." his only solace in that situation would be that sunisa would stake him the second she found out what had really happened. "i'll get someone else for you. just don't expect me to be happy about it."
" m'pretty sure that you n' happy , don't belong in the same sentence. never seen 'ya so much as crack a fuckin' smile. which is sayin' something , considering i'm a real fuckin' riot. " mirroring seth's stance , they look him dead in the eye. " so long as i get something , i won't go bitching about it. but it's the last of me doing compromises for 'ya , got it. now that we got settled , think that i've got a heart stuffed somewhere , in the walk in. definitely not a fresh one. i'd say anywhere from three to five days , but i can mess with it. try to experiment with the look n' shit. "
ed takes in a breath in anticipation to... well, anything. hearing his windpipe snap, feeling blood pool into his mouth and stomach and lungs... all he gets is a little lightheaded. not exactly impressive. he watches ize's face even as his claws scratch their way down his face, unwavering. this is nothing. less than nothing. a long, lizard-like tongue dips out of his mouth and creeps along to wipe the blood from his scratches before slowly sinking back into his mouth. how long has it been now? "sorry, what? i wasn't paying attention."
an ugly sneer paints itself onto their face. deciding to forgo the theatrics , he claws back up ed's face and plunges three fingers into his socket , scooping and unceremoniously ripping out eyeball. " that clear enough for 'ya ? all fuckin' mouth and nothin' else. " they don't allow the other a chance to make any other snide remarks , as he repeats the process on the other eye. both are shoved into ize's pockets , as he admires the job well done. " should i rip that crooked nose off your face next or your nasty ass tongue , your choice. "
seth just scowls at him. yeah, he can't pronounce it. he can't pronounce a lot of things, he's found. "i know she is. it's not... about hiding it away from her." not really, anyway. he knows he'll have to admit to it eventually. he just wants a little more time. he just wants to have his cake and eat it, too. is that really so much to ask? "just humor me, would you?" of course, ize isn't content with just taking time and money away from him. always has to sneak something else in, too. "alright, whatever. what's the favor?"
" quit your damn sniveling , i'll do what you like. and i'm so glad 'ya ask , friend. " their words drip with the smug sarcasm that he's known for , as the conversation carries. " the connection i've got for bags of blood in bulk , has been givin' me a hard time. and long story made short , i need another another one. which is where you'll come in handy. " drumming fingers on the countertop , he gives a dramatic pause. " all i need is for a few non local customers of yours to be sent my , way every now and then. they're gonna go missin'. as in , i'mma kill them. and then all you've gotta do , is help me to drain their blood into bags. easy , no ? "
