PLEASE [WELCOME] AND [FOLLOW] OUR NEW COBRA SEEKER, HAKYEON.
Background: The middle child of three, Hakyeon was still the first son; although some of the responsibilities were placed upon his older sister, Hakyeon found himself still under the pressure to prove fulfill his parents wants. That might have been why as soon as he had a younger brother, he dragged the smaller boy everywhere with him — he wanted to prove himself as a hyung. Since then, Hakyeon and his younger brother had been close; they shared a room, told one another everything and covered each other for any wrongdoing. This did come with issues, divides in the family, especially when it became the two boys against their older sister — but no matter what happened, the siblings were very close.
Hakyeon’s older sister was the one who kept the boys in line, helped guide them in the right direction, and become the diplomat whenever the two boys argued; which hardly happened, but when they did, it was usually bad. While Hakyeon scared off the boys who tried to hurt his noona, did well in school and sports for his parents, and looked after his younger brother with a sense of roguish delight. The youngest boy, was the soft spoken one, doing anything asked of him, and being the first to know when something was amiss in one of his older siblings lives.
Hakyeon’s family never had that much money—his father worked hard and his mother did what she could when she wasn’t busy at home—so when Hakyeon earned a scholarship to go to a private school in Seoul, he couldn’t refuse. Hakyeon had always been good at sports, baseball being his favoured sport; but he was decently competitive at archery, and soccer as well. His second year of middle school, he transferred, leaving behind his siblings and his family. It was a bizarre experience leaving Changwon for Seoul — living in dorms with other males and being taken in by some of the less than studious types. Nonetheless, he made friends. A close knit group of baseball players that he trained with. Some of the first lessons Seoul taught Hakyeon was how to break out of the dorms, which shops wouldn’t ask him for ID and how to save money by simply not paying for things. He didn’t agree with most of it, but he needed to fit in, he needed to do well for his parents, and he needed to adapt.
Middle school rolled past, and soon high school — another scholarship, another proud moment for his parents who patted his back and served a table of food in celebration. The distance was felt mostly by Hakyeon and his younger brother; they’d been as thick as thieves, and Hakyeon had indeed changed more than his younger brother. The youngest was always soft spoken, kept his head down and hid himself well in Hakyeon’s shadow with no complaints. The holidays were spent with Hakyeon dismissing his brother, to find his own fun; pat the younger boys shoulder and tell him not to tell their parents where he was going. It wasn’t particularly that Hakyeon was a bad kid—he had a good moral compass, a warm personality, and played well with others—he just grew into the place he was given at school.
He was the playful dongsaeng to the upperclassmen, the trusted hyung, and the cheerful same-aged friend. Hakyeon made friends with everyone in school, even if they found him annoying. He did well on the school baseball team, filled in well in archery, and on the rare occasion, did well enough in school that no one could make a fuss.
The outbreak — like any teen boy, he faced it with a youthful arrogance. In fact, he was out with his friends with they first came in contact with it. The usual post-game celebration of beers and playing chasey with the metro station security guards. Six of the baseball team members, laughing on their way back to the dorms — Hakyeon hanging off his best friend. Then they were jumped. It was funny watching his best friend hiss about how disgusting people were; the joke that he must have looked particularly yummy to the weird man. They thought nothing of it; until Hakyeon heard one of his dorm mates shouting in panic and woke up disgruntled. He thought it was a joke at first, watching his best friend at his dorm mate — his best friend had been too drunk to get back, they’d left him on the dorm floor. It was when Hakyeon sat up, and told them to stop messing around that his best friend turned on him.
Panic. Fear. Horror. Hakyeon scrambled to defend himself. A baseball bat to being what saved him from his best friend.
When he stumbled out of the dorm room, into a security guard and teacher, Hakyeon had no explanation—his fellow students only looked on him in horror. Trust is something Hakyeon has struggled with since then; no one believed him. The bloodied clothes and baseball bat were enough to determine him as a psycho—until it was everywhere.
As soon as he could, Hakyeon made a go for home. His parents, his older sister and younger brother — out of Seoul. But when there was no way out, he hid; he thought if he waited, he’d eventually find a way out, or the whole situation would blow over. But no, soon he gave up on getting home. Chances on making it out? Chances of them being there when he arrived? Chances of them being alive? Too slim for him to go through with it. So Hakyeon remained in Seoul, his need for company leading him to gather others. He was hiding with some other teens; second oldest in their small group, but the true leader. They were hiding in the school, waiting for help, but they ran out of food, and Hakyeon volunteered to go search. On his way back, he heard the shouts and the gunfire, dropping underneath a desk in fear. His group were shot dead; none of them were infected. Most were not even adults.
Hakyeon found himself in the Cobra Clan after he heard that the man who’d killed his group was with that clan. Whether it was true or not, Hakyeon couldn’t help himself. He needed to find out if it was the truth. He needed to seek some form of justice.
Personality: To most people on first meeting, Hakyeon simply doesn’t fit in to the Cobra Clan—and they’re right.
Since birth, Hakyeon has always been very talkative, and cheerful most days of the week. When it comes to something he’s been put in charge of, he’ll work hard to do his best, and be responsible. If someone was to cross paths with him, they’re almost certainly going to notice he tends to wear his heart on his sleeve. He’s the one who will say he won’t care, but in the end, always will. His sensitive nature makes it hard for him to remain at a distance, while his playful side makes it quite difficult for him to be alone; Hakyeon tries to hide the child at heart, and optimistic sides of himself, only to fail. A touchy person, once he likes you, he shows it through various affections and strong loyalty.
Sometimes marred by a youthful cockiness, he enjoys a good time playing around, and does at times, stubbornly demanding respect and attention from those around him; not liking the feeling of being dismissed or forgotten.
Because of his past, Hakyeon can switch temperaments; social and out-going Hakyeon replaced with the silent and cold one. Moody and quick-to-anger, he can lose his patience easily, getting violent with those around him. It’s hardly unusual to see the male simply snap when pushed to far, or when he feels threatened. Hakyeon can be easily intimidated when someone finds his soft spots, though he tries to hide it — it shows. He struggles to control his emotions, and is almost unable to hide them. His sincere feelings and personal attachments being his biggest downfall. Hakyeon would say he hates and is most proud of that part of himself; the part that he solely defines as what makes him more human than some.
Weapon(s) of choice: An aluminium baseball bat, recurve bow & arrows.
