#;characterdevelopment

[pokexgao]

i feel like taemin needs a feisty side as well-- it feels weird roleplaying a solely cute/shy character so you guys better brace yourselves for a flirty tae,,

[orxxle]

Power and Control ;; 🔴

Pythia stood by the table in the center of the Den, watching as the vessel for her spirit locked the doors to keep their conversation as private as they could. Her translucent red hair cascaded down her shoulders as she gave a soft sigh. You are upsetting the wrong people, Apeiron.

Jin clicked his tongue in disagreement, mindlessly organizing the trinkets on the shelves that lined the entrance to what he had warped into a shop for those seeking a deeper understanding for what they were — the supernatural, the bane of a pretty little assassins existence. He'd have to be careful, he held the future of a plethora of races in his mind. "I like to think that I piss off the right people, Pythia. Just at the wrong times."

Do you care so little for those you claim you love that you will put them in such danger as this? You can't fight everyone, this is not New York. This is a whole new scene.

Jinseok grit his teeth, ears flicking from their sanctuary under his emerald veil. Pythia watched the agitated flicking of his newly acquired tail with feigned disinterest. "I can handle it. I'm a Rider, along with an Oracle."

You are a lover, the tender holder of many hearts but one heavy one in particular. You may not protect them all, but if you wish to attempt to do so...I will do my best to aid you.

"Thank you." He picked up a silver vial and stroked it gently, pouring it's contents on his door frame. "Faerie blood, one of the strongest barriers."

I just hope it works.

"Yeah, me too."

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▶ list of body mods ;;

Tattoos

▶ he has a tattoo of the phrase "know thyself" in ancient greek on his right bicep.

▶he has another tattoo of the New York City Skyline across his shoulders

Piercings

▶he has three piercings in each ear lobe

▶he has his back dimples pierced

▶he has a nose piercing

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dreams ☁ — a self para

Sometimes, when Jinseok closed his eyes he dreamt of New York, of concerts and underaged drinking, laughter and movie watching, of New Year's Eve and the ball dropping. Sometimes, when Jinseok closed his eyes he dreamt of emerald green smoke and doomed heroes, of the gods of old and poppy under tongue, of love lost and love never had. As he hit a black cigarette and closed his eyes, he let Pythia show him what she deemed necessary for proper work as the Oracle. A young girl knelt by a fire, dark red hair falling in a cascading burgundy waterfall down her back as she tended to it. Adults were speaking off to the side so she wouldn't hear but she knew what they were speaking about. Her fate as the Sun god's new Oracle. She should feel honored but she felt everything but. Jinseok blew smoke rings. This was the last Pythia, the Spirit he currently housed. The girl grew into a beautiful young woman who took her new vocation seriously. Her family had taken to living in the country, where she couldn't be suspected of witchcraft. Her songs were prophecy and the god fell for her. She rejected his advances. He didn't need her life story, he never wished to know it, but she didn't let up. "My gift was my downfall, I let the future control my every thought and became blinded to the present. I went mad. I was sent to a sanatorium, where I took my own life. For decades, Phoebus Apollo could not find another Oracle. Then, he found you. Do not let your power blind you. Focus on the present." He blew out smoke rings and closed his emerald eyes. The present? Sometimes Pythia expected too much of him.

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🔄 — self para

"You’re really running, huh?" Meliora helped Jinseok stuff his trade in boxes, full rouge lips pressed in a thin line as the blonde folded the scarves used to decorate their shared loft (He had renewed her lease and had an account set to pay the rent each time it was due, he was a life saver). "Straight up, packing all ya shit and flying to Seoul?"

He gave a grunt in return, putting the silken scarves in a box and taping it shut. His palms rested on the top of the box and he let out a soft sigh. He was too sober for the deep conversation that Meliora was trying to get out of him. "Yep. Something happened and I decided I had enough of this city for the time being."

She didn’t buy it, he could read it in her aura as much as he could see it in the skeptical cock of a well sculpted eyebrow. He had to get a better taste in friends, Meliora was a bitch. "What happened, then? One day, you’re high as a kite with brown eyes and the next you fucking waltz in the apartment sober with emerald eyes and looking like you’ve seen a ghost. Did you kill someone?"

"Christ, Mel! I didn’t kill someone, you know I wouldn’t dare do that without you." He drawled, picking up his deck of tarot cards and slipping them into their crystal box. He still didn’t get how to use the damn things but he was trying. "My destiny has just been changed." …well fuck that was the wrong thing to say. Meliora didn’t buy his whole psychic gimmick and even helped him con some of his customers.

"That’s a load of horse shit." She taped the box she was packing shut and stacked it by the door. "Destiny, Jin? Really? Don’t tell me you’re starting to believe your own lies.” Jinseok packed the next box in silence, lips curled into a soft brown. After a while, Meliora spoke again, softer this time. “You do believe it. Jinseok, you’re uprooting yourself because of your destiny?”

“I serve a greater purpose, Meliora. You don’t understand and I can’t explain, but I have to go. All I ask is that you support me.” A soft sigh before tan arms wound around his slim, silken clad waist.

“I support you, Jinnie-boo. Get yourself some fine pieces of ass there, will you?” He snickered, swatting at her thigh as he taped the box shut. “Crazy little shit.”

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Jinseok stood on the corner of his block, a cigarette between his lips as he watched people filter in and out of the bodega across the street. Apollo was at his side, treading on careful ground when it came to his new Oracle who didn’t exactly seem pleased with his new power acquisition. “You’re absolutely positive that you want to move?” It was spoken softly, as to not disturb the mortal in deep thought.

“I’m all packed, my Lord. Besides, it’s about time for a new start.”

Apollo had to admire the kid’s tenacity, although his snark was less than desirable on most days. It made sense that he would want to move, it would be very hard to explain the sudden change in eye color to his family and friends, but it was all extremely sudden. What was worse was that he was bringing that damn serpent with him. A /python/ of all creatures… That’s what his Oracle picked as a companion. He couldn’t exactly view the other’s destiny as he would like to but he knew the snake would cause him nothing but sorrow. Now, if only Jinseok would see the sense in that then they’d have no problems at all. But alas, that snake was his ‘longest friend and companion’ and he wouldn’t part with it. And it was named after his mother, could the indecencies mount any higher?

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t mumble to yourself about my snake.”

“When’s your plane?” Evasion was his best defense in these situations.

“Tomorrow night. Everything has been shipped already so all I have to do is move in. Then, I start over.”

He was looking forward to it.

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