Rather than maintaining the same blades from youth, Suyin created a new meteorite pair upon completing construction in Zaofu.
[ID: a pencil sketch of two swords, mirror images of each other, laying next to each other vertically. The hilt of one sword is beside the tip of another. Below the pair, Suyin’s name is written in script. Outside of the pair are two close-up drawings of the sword hilts, showing the details of the hand guards. The guards feature a series of black circlets in a swirling pattern relying on concentric splits of each line into three more. The length of the hand guards and the swords is marked to the far right of each sketch. The composition of the blades, meteorite and silver, is written in script beside the center sketches. End ID]
Style: Twin Jian
Length: 28"
Material (Blade): Meteorite
Material (Hilt): Meteorite
Hilt Details: Intricately designed black handguards wrap around each hilt in a mirror image of each other. The pommels are capped in silver.
Sheath: Two strapped to her back
Details: Suyin’s jian, like her sister’s dao, are a reflection of her swordsmanship master, in this case Sokka rather than Zuko. Likewise, the meteorite composition is a reflection of both Sokka and her mother, Toph, and their powerful friendship. Her preference for dual weapons is a derivative of her earthbending style, comprised of grace and fluidity uncommon to earthbenders, and did not emerge until well into her teenage years. Though she is both a skilled bender and swordsman, she rarely crosses the two, relying on swords for close combat and stealth and earthbending for more direct action.
Rather than maintaining the same blades from youth, Suyin created the new pair shortly after completing construction in Zaofu using a meteorite she had found while traveling the world. The rare metal and intricate handguards immediately identify her as a person of extreme wealth and stature. Replacing her original blades marked a clear separation for her, breaking with her past self and preparing to do better from hereon out.
( PARK JIMIN. AGENDER. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with SUWON YI, a dedicated Death Dealer for the coven. HE is a 750 year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being DARING + GENEROUS. However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very DECEITFUL - CANTANKEROUS. They’re known for being the CHAMELEON. Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
a dumbass biography. tldr below.
first, he’s a fisherman in jeolla. it’s late goryeo, but the suwon of mud, huts, and nets doesn’t know this. the country’s in chaos with mongols and famine bearing on their necks and all he’s ever known is the emptiness of land and the bounty of a peaceful ocean. ( lies start simply here. yes, to the tax collector, they’ll collect more tomorrow. no, to his mother, you don’t need to worry. i love you, he says to a farmer’s daughter, i’ll love you forever. yes, to his sister, i’ll stay here. ) when generals ride through their coastal town, suwon’s one of the first to volunteer for the ranks. ( i want to protect my country, he says before making his mark. it’s not a total lie, though he’ll never admit it. ) he doesn’t know how to read letters on a page, but he knows how to swing a sword. fishing’s made his shoulders stronger than others and he’s quickly ushered up the ranks to a position of relative privilege. a general refines how he reads people and soon, suwon finds himself in the ranks of a golden company pushing the mongols back, back, back.
second, he’s a vampire. after years of fighting end in a tentative peace, suwon returns home and finds his home devastated. not mongols. a different breed of creature. suwon goes searching for whatever ripped the harbors and huts to shreds and finds a band of paler faces with fangs and brilliant blue eyes. one is his old general. his world’s expanded in a single night and suwon’s given a choice: join, or die. it’s the second easiest decision he’s ever made. he feels more powerful than ever before and he follows the troupe north to the lycan horde. he helps the slaughter. suwon journeys west and doesn’t look back. they’re an old coven, and he never feels home with them. he feels his best with a weapon in his hand fighting an enemy with a face, and soon he’s heading his own army and chasing lycans throughout the continent.
third, he’s a wanderer. suwon rested in a deep sleep for a few centuries and when he wakes, the world’s entirely different. his old coven’s a shadow of what it was, and there’s a flourishing industry in the west. suwon finds himself in england on the cusp of a new century and, lethargic, abandons his old post for something quieter. it isn’t that years and years of war have made him a pacifist ------ he’s just tired. he plays with the idea of starting his own family, gains a partner and a few fledglings, learns how to teach and care than kill and refuses the call of covens that ask for his help with lycans in the city. it never feels right. not fully. but there are moments he appreciates. theater and music, lights and laughter, card games and shopping. his world slows down and it’s lovely until it’s not. after decades, he finds himself standing in an empty house, alone, holding a carnaged body and wishing he could cry.
silver finds itself back in his hands. fourth, he’s a punk with a plan. a rebel with a cause. he likes living with the living, he finds, that constant burst of fresh air making him feel alive again and helping lead him to the tunnels where the lycans lay, and he follows unexplained deaths to every corner of europe and asia before stepping foot in the states just as the new world coven makes a truce. suwon doesn’t like it. not at all. no one’s ever knwn peace and he doesn’t understand why vampries and lycans think it’s possible. the new coven’s a weakness to be exploited, and so he finds himself here, in the city that never sleeps. a soldier with a death wish, maybe, wondering when a war’s finally going to steal his soul back to hell for good. or maybe he’s fighting to protect them all ------ he’s seen the devastation beasts have, tasted the pain himself over and over. suwon doesn’t trust them. and he won’t rest until they’re gone.
tldr ; fought the mongols, old school soldier. joined a coven out of spite and revenge and was an elite death squad member. hardcore grudge against lycans. slept for a few centuries, woke up in the 19th. tries and fails at a family before totally rides the vibe of the times and hangs out with the young’ins. becomes a death dealer in the old coven. travels all over the world and came to the states to be on the front-lines for when this peace business goes south. which it will. obviously.
a few dumbass statistics.
western zodiac sign : aquarius. element : air. sexuality : pansexual. personality type : entj - a. “the commander.” alignment : lawful neutral. height : 5′7. body type : athletic. hair color : dark grey. eye color : brown / bright blue ( after feeding idk i can’t remember how it works in the underworld verse ). skin tone : golden.
a dumbass playlist.
prblms - 6lack. if we were made of water - banks. russian soul - skott. badbye - rm, eAeon. ghost - halsey. hold on, we’re going home - lykke li. angel - massive attack. energy - avelino, stormzy, skepta. m.a.a.d city - kendrick lamar. sicko mode - travis scott, drake. money - cardi b. blood in the cut - k. flay. lonely soul - unkle, richard ashcroft. hollow moon - awolnation. paint it, black - ciara. desire - meg myers. closer - nine inch nails.
some dumbass aesthetics.
gucci loafers. catnaps. a low chuckle against your neck. silk on skin. mouth full of white lies. open collars. heavy sunglasses and sparkling ears. rumble of the metro in the dark. burning neon bulbs. sly grins. humid summer nights. dangling cross earrings. a fresh manicure and flashing rings. loaded silver bullets. old war stories. smooth skin in candlelight. blood-stained lips. miniature tattoos. homesickness. ancient grudges.
dumbass headcanons.
hair color changes all the time. still has battle scars from his time in the goryeo militia. pierced ears -- need i say more. obsessed with the lost boys and has very strong feelings about the ultimate trio that could’ve been david, michael, and star. flat-out tells people he’s a vampire because he’s too old to be fucking with anonymity. knows four languages fluently, but can curse in twenty. can barely read in any language. fuck walking, he’s always taking the public transport. hasn’t paid for a drink in a hundred years. the last book he read was fifty shades of grey. before that, it was animal farm back in 1947. gucci shades, valentino sneakers. has a rug made of lycan fur he only brings out to piss people off. dated michaelangelo before he was famous. does one good deed a month, like run for charity or donate yeezys to goodwill. raised buddhist and still kind of affiliated.
some not dumb connections.
sired vampires. a sire. former fledglings. fellow soldiers. trained death dealers. unfortunate run-ins. lycans related ( familial, platonically, or romantically ) to ones he’s killed. allies who are also openly anti-peace. suspicions who are openly pro-peace. a lycan he let free before the peace, for reason tbd. old friends. former lovers. a death dealer he goes on patrols ( ? ) with. neighbor who’s room is next to his at the coven’s headquarters. a new vamp who’s bringing him to the 21st century. a vamp he’s bringing to the late 20th century. a lycan who’s really testing his patience. a lycan who’s really going to make him question what he thinks of the world. gaming partners at the local arcade. competitors. someone who annoys the shit out of him. a bad influence. a good influence. a distant relative.
note : suwon is freshly arrived in new york city, but has been on the continent for about a year.
