( LILY COLLINS. CIS FEMALE. ) Rumor has it that ( ROBIN DARE ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( SHE ) is a ( 45 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being ( HARDWORKING & LOYAL, ) but have also been known to be rather ( STUBBORN & VICIOUS. ) They’re known for being the ( LOST SOUL. )
B I O G R A P H Y
robin dare is a big of an enigma. she would probably punch you in the face for using such a word for her but what can you do, right? to understand robin we kind of have to go back to the beginning, so the beginning we go.
many years ago in a run down area of new york city, robin was born to a single mother. unable to look after the young infant, she bailed on the hospital and left her small child behind. robin was immediately turned into a child of the state, where she spent her first few years in an orphanage that catered to young infants like her.
she was somewhat lucky, as once she was old enough to walk, talk, and take instructions, she was fostered by a man who went by the name of mr. L. he brought her and a few others to an estate in up state new york, far away from the hustle and bustle of the city. she was raised with many other young kids, though not like any other children. he trained them in hand to hand combat, weapons handling, and much more. he turned them into killing machines. into mini soldiers. this was their life, and this was all they knew.
robin, as well, was the cruelest of them all. she took to this way of life easily. she became faster, stronger, braver than the rest. clearly mr. L’s favourite out of the bunch, she made enemies with some of the other children. they were never all going to get along, and robin did not plan on having friends. in fact, there were only a small few that she really cared for. her closest allies, though even she was reluctant to use the word friend.
there wasn’t much to robin’s life outside of that. this was all they ever knew.
when she was twenty five, those of her age were taken out on a hike. mr. L, a man who never truly shared everything with the bunch, finally told of one of his darkest secrets. he was a creature of the moon, a human-wolf hybrid they’d read of in storybooks. some of them whispered between each other, rumours having gone around of what mr. L had been hiding from them. this was perhaps one of the more ludicrous ideas anyone had ever come up with...
but he told them more. he told them of a war of centuries old, and how he had trained them from infancy to become soldiers to fight. he asked them to accept the turn. take it, and pledge loyalty to him and lycan kind, or refuse, and be taken care of swiftly. robin, ever the brave, accepted the turn first. she allowed the man who’d raised her to bite into her arm. she was the first to take the pledge, and she was also the first to take blood, as the next refused. with a nod of his head, robin understood, and with one swift use of her knife, they were no more.
everyone else took the pledge after that. and each one of them were welcomed into a new world.
their next few years were filled with controlling their beats selves and training themselves further with their new found abilities. once mr. L believed them to be ready, they moved into the city. here, they were quick to join the battles between the vampires and the lycans. though they lost some here and there, the strongest stood through. robin was finally in her element, and she was enthralled.
however, in a much larger battle in 2004, they were caught in an ugly fight. mr. L was lost, as well as many of the other children. robin and a couple of others survived, though barely. they were brought to vivian’s attention, who asked for their loyalty in exchange of staying on her territory and breaking whatever they used to have with their upstate pack. unsure of what else to do, robin and the remaining survivors agreed. though the others stayed with vivian and the pack, robin decided to move into the city on her own, preferring her own company than that of another wishing to lead her.
these days she sticks to herself as much as possible. she goes by the laws and does not cause trouble for herself with the lycans, but she keeps a life of her own with the humans. she is careful, but she is vicious, and robin is not afraid to bare a few teeth.
F A C T S
name: robin dare
age: forty five
birthday: 15th march
gender: cis female
pronouns: she/her
sexuality: bisexual
birthplace: new york city
nationality: american
ethnicity: caucasian
+ currently works as an underground fighter, making most of her money fighting ezpz humans who are too stupid to realise she’s not like them (dudebros accuse her of using steroids. yeah? so what? it’s underground fighting, buddy, get your own)
+ she grew up very secluded, but having been in the real world for a little over fifteen years, robin can easily say: she does not like it.
+ and honestly with the competition of the nature she grew up in, it’s kind of easy for her to fall back onto that mindset.
+ generally hates the company of other people, but she’s also an extrovert?? make it make sense. anyway you will find her living the nightlife way of life and meeting people and getting to know them and then idk she’ll steal your wallet and never see you again.
+ really she keeps superficial company. one night stands, someone to share a bed with until the morning light comes, or people she happens to meet every other night at her usual hangout spots but never speaks to them beyond that.
+ hates vampires. don’t ask her why. she just does.
+ also hates: cats, children, waking up in the mornings, morons, authority, disgusting men, weakness, heights, loneliness, relationships, goody two shoes, family, optimism.
+ she likes: knives, money, sex, alcohol, night time, fighting, expensive lingerie, food, steaks, cooking, silk sheets, silence, loud music, dancing, balconies, travelling.
+ is a strangely amazing cook?? it’s like her one positive trait/hobby, please enjoy it while you can.
+ when you get close to her - if you get close to her - she has some really weird ways of showing her love and gratitude, so please watch out closely for how she acts!!! because it will change!!!
+ she’s a tough pill to swallow off the bat, but she gets better, i promise.
C O N N E C T I O N S
okay so in the way of connections, i’d be looking for: other fighters, lycan friends, vampire enemies, lycan enemies??, friends with benefits, enemies with benefits, plenty of exes, something more meaningful??, someone who helps her feel her humanity, someone who will eat her food, perhaps a parental/mentor figure??
hello your friendly neighborhood effy has a new tragedy in theaters now. you can find his whole history here, his aesthetic / musings rundown here, some quick facts here & some tidbits of other information under the cut.
CHANCE PERDOMO. CIS MALE. Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with BENJAMIN ALEXANDER CHARIS III, a dedicated Death Dealer for the coven. HE is a 51 year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being DISCRETE & LOYAL. However, those who are familiar with him also know that he is very DRAMATIC & RECKLESS. He is known for being the CHAMELEON. Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
theater kid has now idea who he really is
will sing broadway show tunes in the shower
has unholy amount of money & exhibits some rich boy privilege unintentionally
sometimes intentionally
knew finn in grad school
complicated frienemies?
flare for dramatics & drama & shakespeare
romantic in the renaissance sense
terribly horribly misses the sun
daddy issues
mommy issues
identity issues really i’m saying it again
excellent actor, excellent liar
pls read his bio & stuff bc i can not do him justice in a list
EZRA MILLER. QUEER. Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of RONAN “FINN” FINNIGAN one of her loyal Leechers. HE / THEY are a 24 / 58 year old lycan known amongst their pack mates for being LOYAL & TRUST-WORTHY, but also quite FOUL-MOUTHED & SARCASTIC. They’re known for being the HARBINGER. Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
local effy back at it again with the white vans. please love finn. sorry he sucks.
find out whatcha need to know: quick facts. full history. aesthetic & headcanons.
( KIM HYUNA. CIS FEMALE. ) Everyone in Vivian’s pack knows of ( CHUNHWA “CHERRY” MIN, ) one of her loyal Leechers. ( SHE ) is a ( 27 / 180-220 ) year old lycan known amongst their packmates for being ( ELOQUENT, OUTGOING ) but also quite ( HARDHEADED, VOLATILE. ) They’re known for being the ( DOYEN. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
HISTORY / BACKGROUND
For most people (including but not exclusive to Vivian), Min Chunhwa seemed to pop up out of absolutely nowhere. There’s something almost whimsical about her, from the way that she moves to the impish smile on her face at any given moment. Like any creature born and bred for greatness, she’s had her path paved with so much chaos that she can’t even keep track of it herself! Or so she says when she vaguely discloses her age, offering a range within a near forty year span that she would rather forget than she ever would recall. Of course, she remembers which day she was born — she could hardly follow the recent astrology trends if she didn’t, now could she?
Despite her claims, Cherry still remembers the time that she spent in her seaside home in southern South Korea, and she’ll often think back on them when she’s feeling nostalgic, typically with a clarity that she does not recall her recent years. For the first eight of her life, she was happy, or at least as close to happy as she’s ever been since then. She lived with her family. Her parents, her younger sibling… And they were good. Truly good. Probably the only people she could ever call that, or ever would for that matter.
And they were lycans.
That’s part of the reason she doesn’t recall the years following, if not the majority of it. For a long time, they lived alone, completely undisturbed by humans or other lycans alike. It was a solitary existence, but a decent one nonetheless, where everyone did their part and there was a part for everyone to play. As the oldest of the two children, Chunhwa knew hers, and she took it as seriously as her father used to take the sea (which was very seriously indeed). She was a good sister, and she was a good daughter; there was no reason for what happened to them or what happened to her, but nonetheless, it happened.
Humans moved into their territory. At first it wasn’t many, but as time passed, they grew more… densely populated. This spans through years eight to twelve of her life, and what she remembers of this time isn’t quite as happy as it used to be. Her parents became more and more paranoid, secluding their family from the dangers of humans, but unfortunately this had the opposite affect to what they were intending.
The more they pulled away, the more suspicious their new neighbors became, especially about animals attacks happening in the area around them. It wasn’t long before they turned their suspicion and ire on them, and they came out the other side a village mob down courtesy of Chunhwa’s parents, which was nothing, in her opinion, compared to what they lost in turn.
Freedom didn’t exist anymore after that. Home didn’t exist anymore. Word spread to the wrong people, and soldiers were sent to comb through the area around their “village” before they could get far enough away to be in any way called safe. It was a cold night in the middle of winter when they finally found where they were holed up, and Chunhwa can remember her little sister screaming for their mother. Then her memory goes blank. Or so she says.
Years she spent in captivity aside, when she winks back into existence about one hundred and eighty years ago, she knows how to defend herself. She had to learn not just out of necessity for the person who “kept” her, but out of necessity for staying alive. Things are different now. There are no warm smiles, no curtains in the wind, no salty smell of the sea. No parents. No sister. Nobody. Just her and her thoughts, just her and her violence, just her and her anger, her rage, her displaced emotions. She heads west, and she doesn’t look back at the carnage she leaves behind in her wake.
———
Cherry meets Vivian on year forty of her recollection. They don’t really get along at first, but they band together nonetheless, caught up in a mutually beneficial ally-ship that sows Chunhwa’s loyalties for the next hundred years or more. She attributes her own ascent from a carnal creature of bloodshed and anger to the other lycan, and she has some fondness for the honing of her skills as well, giving her a purpose for her life that was not pain and violence. Fighting the vampires, after all, makes more sense than reckless abandon and not caring who she hurts or what happens to them.
Since the treaty, she has spent most of her time milling about the city, not knowing what to do with herself. The Leechers being “disbanded” leaves her high and dry, and without the sense of purpose that she had found previously. She tries to fill in the void with anything she possibly can. The void of her violence. The void of death. The void of the first forty years of her life. She doesn’t really know what to do with any of it, so she turns to drugs. They don’t work the same way on her as they do on humans, but they do work, and that’s enough for a while. Sex, too. Sex is enough.
For a while.
When she starts studying music production, she remembers the first eight years again. She remembers her father singing to the sea, to his daughters, to his wife. Sometimes she writes his melodies into her songs. Sometimes it even feels like her new purpose, but those times are less frequent.
———-
Chunhwa is emotionally volatile and over-the-top. There’s a certain stubbornness to her that comes with her age, an unchanging sort of firm hardheadedness that can’t quite be shaken despite her obvious ability to adapt to her surroundings, to change with the times. In order to suppress her emotions, she uses any number of different coping mechanisms, a wide array that are both good and very, very bad for her. Whatever keeps her from sinking back into the way she was before she met Vivian is what she aims for, even if none of it seems to work the way that she desperately needs it to.
Given the opportunity, she succumbs to carnal pleasures like she used to succumb to her own anger. She’s hedonistic and loud, outgoing and overwhelmed as much as she is overwhelming. She doesn’t care who falls into her bed anymore, whether they be lycan, leech, or human, and there’s a fluidity in her movements and the capricious way she flits from fascination to fascination that can’t be attested to fifteen years ago.
GENERAL OVERVIEW
FULL NAME: min chunwha.
STAGE NAME: cherry.
AGE: twenty-seven years old / somewhere between 180 and 220.
DOB: novermber 5th.
STAR SIGN: scorpio.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: norwegian, swedish, korean, english, mandarin, french.
RELIGION: buddhist, but non-practicing.
GENDER: cis female.
PRONOUNS: she/her/hers.
ORIENTATION: bisexual.
ORIGINALLY FROM: a nondescript, now non-existent seaside “village” in what is now modern day south korea’s suncheon.
CURRENTLY: new york city, new york.
OCCUPATION: dj/music producer.
PERSONALITY TYPE: estp.
ALIGNMENT: chaotic good.
( 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.
「 you think yourself above the wolves, above the makers and the destroyers of the world, above the gods. and yet, little lion, you have so far to go before you are above yourself.」
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what’s up, what’s up ladies n gents n everybody in between! my name’s skye, mun here of the lovely not apollo choi (fc. jackson wang)! i’m very excited to be here, i’ve been eyeing this roleplay for about a month now I believe (??) and have been wanting to join tenfold, which I finally decided to go through with! below the cut you’ll find out some more of my boy here ― if you would like to plot, my discord user is sunnyburst#8001 or you can hit me up in tumblr PM’s! can’t wait to get to know you all, MWUAH 💗💗
( JACKSON WANG. MALE. ) Aleksander’s coven is intimately familiar with ( APOLLO CHOI, ) a dedicate Death Dealer for the coven. ( HE) is a ( 622 ) year old vampire known throughout the New World Coven for being ( CLEVER + STEADFAST. ) However, those who are familiar with them also know that they are very ( MANIPULATIVE + CRUEL. ) They’re known for being the ( LION. ) Though they are technically disbanded, they are still dedicated to their cause.
⤹ ――――― ⤸
～ INFORMATION
full name // apollo choi [ it should be noted that his birth name is kept closely guarded ]
nickname(s) // leo, heatstroke
age // 25 622
gender // male
species // vampire
title // the lion
birthdate // august 6, 1397
birthplace // hanyang, korea (modern-day seoul)
occupation // ex-death dealer, ceo of a major movie studio
ethnicity // korean
orientation // bisexual, although he’s scared to admit it and keeps it under wraps
status // single
languages // korean, english, spanish, french, cantonese
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fc // jackson wang
hair // dark brown
eyes // chocolate/hazel - gold
height // 6'3" ft
weight // 183 lb
body // muscular, slim
style // suave and modern, always clean-cut, fashionable but doesn’t experiment too much
defining features // besides his canines, speckled hazel heterochromia in his left eye
tattoos // n/a
scars // n/a
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horoscope // leo
zodiac // ox
element // fire
moral alignment // neutral evil
type // ESTP - the entrepreneur
house // gryffindor
religion // none - atheist
fears // really only one; to have his secrets be outed without his wanting
[ TW: mentions of physical abuse, slight gore, death ]
apollo was born to a high-class noble family in hanyang, korea on what we know as august 6, 1397
growing up in the peak of the joseon dynasty and one of the country’s golden ages, there was not much the young boy needed, but rather everything that he wanted
his father was a high-ranking member of the city’s caste system, one of the generals that assisted in ushering in the new era
his childhood is spent alternating between school for preparation in aristocracy and basking in the social standards of the time ― while he isn’t old enough to begin more ‘dangerous’ tasks, the patriarch implements training in everything from horseback riding to whittling for apollo to enjoy
life isn’t good for him, it’s great ; he doesn’t have to worry about much, and when he does there’s people around him available to clear up any ‘misunderstandings’ in a heartbeat
still, as he grows older, a superiority complex begins to take hold of the young boy, coupled strangely with a boredom he had yet to experience before
the result? a horrible combination that begins to warp his personality in tidbits, before he fully ‘sinks in’ so to speak
by 12 his father has deemed him ready to embark on more trials outside of simple pleasantries. never mind the golden age of science and art ― apollo’s father was a militaristic man through and through, and he knew war would come one way or another
so the youth begins to learn of the knowledge of battle; how to wield a sword, proper fighting techniques, the instinct of survival ― such is beaten into him in more ways than one, excuses for failure reaching deaf ears and perfection being the only goal
this type of treatment does well to cause both vice and virtue for apollo; the once happy boy is twisted in a grasp of frost and cruelty, and yet he finds himself training ever harder and hardly taking heed to words outside of his father’s opinion
he’s 16, young and ablaze, a fire coursing through his veins despite his frigid approach. apollo’s beginning to make a name for himself, partaking in whatever challenges present themselves, discerning towards talks of a bright future when all he wanted was blood
his elders begin to take note of this and, under pleased recommendation from his father, ascend apollo to become apart of the high-ranking royal guard ordered to protect the king and his family
while he would rather be out on the battlefield (despite the age of scientific expansion, there was also trifles to be meddled in), apollo took the opportunity with steadfast determination and took his job as seriously as one could
he finds himself betrothed at age 18 on consideration by his father who is eager for a lineage, a fragile noble girl in all sense of the word being chosen as a ‘perfect fit’. apollo could hardly care, however ― if he had his way, he would be married to his sword, yet he supposed a woman would do for the time being
still, time goes on with little interruptions; the beast marries the beauty, he’s promoted to personal guard of the youngest prince, and his often-times anger is allowed to be sated on whoever is unfortunate enough to end up in chains that day
yet, soon trouble begins to brew, although not with him ― tensions between korea and japan begin to rock the state, rumors of war falling over the distant hills being drunk up by the common rabble. apollo is eager for such to arrive, hoping to take part in what he sees as ‘festivities’, despite being obviously chained to protection over the 13 year old boy all considered ‘prince’
and yet this boy was the cause for much of his frustration ― opposed to when apollo was young, the prince was futile and weak, eager to take part in more pleasantries rather than learn of his future duties to the dynasty
such often enraged the elder, forced to bite his tongue in earnest of stepping out his ‘boundaries’ despite having much to say
trouble, however, spirals downwards quickly within his life ― with the prince turning 20 and him lingering atop 25, apollo would hope that the 5-year continuation from him first being assigned would only shape up the younger. however, it seems to be quite the opposite; the prince spends his time ‘play fighting’, as apollo calls it, and dragging his guard through the forest in daily hunts that hardly often accounted for anything due to his skill. on top of that, it is found that his young wife is infertile, and despite hardly caring for any child at all, she is cast out of the marriage and lowered within society’s eyes
yet one such hunting trip results in tragedy ― after the two embark on their routine that apollo had become all-too used to, they come across a herd of wild boars the prince is eager to slaughter. after attempting to quell his lineage to no avail, an argument ensues; the prince comments on how apollo is out of line, and he likewise comments that the royal is going to get himself killed ― unfortunately, it results on the attention of the boars being caught, and apollo hardly has time to get out of the way before he’s being battered and speared through with bone
the prince, in retaliation, runs away
spine broken, bleeding out on autumn leaves, apollo shifts back and forth through consciousness enough to make out an approaching figure before everything goes dark ― such a figure, unknown to him, would change his life (and death) forever
he awakes a day later in a home hidden by the shadows of the treetops, not far from hanyang. he believes he is dead, and yet the being waiting there for him discerns otherwise ― he is alive, just not in the traditional sense.
apollo spends a month with the mysterious figure, who he comes to know as his ‘sire’, and learns of his existence. of how he was destined to die, and came by much more powerful and much stronger. of how the figure had been stalking them for the perfect moment to strike, only to find another opportunity instead. the realization of him being ‘vampire’ surprisingly comes easy to apollo; he approaches his existence as a gift more than a curse, especially considering the abilities that come along with it.
when he returns home he is met with shock, remorse, celebration, and guilt, particularly from the young prince who had abandoned him. his story is simple― after being left to die by the royal, apollo managed to crawl to a nearby stream and patch his wounds with mud and leaves, obviously leaving out the ‘broken spine’ detail. his explanation as to how he had healed completely back to his healthy self? blessings from the gods, that of which was good enough to deem him fit for society
much to apollo’s pleasure, the prince was chastised and punished in a dutiful manner for his cowardice and betrayal. becoming used to his usual bloodlust that came from not feeding went easier than he expected as well ― the ‘lepers’ cast out provided well enough sustenance for apollo, and not a single soul bat an eyelash at their deaths.
ageing, however, was a different issue ― he could not stay 25 within the city for long, and yet religion played enough of a part in hiding such a fact. years passed and apollo gave praises to the gods for his ‘youthful’ appearance even at 32, noble families falling over him in an effort to obtain being part of his lineage, and yet he hardly cared to give them a glance ― to apollo, there were better things on the horizon, and he wanted to experience it all
so, what was the best thing to do? fake his death, obviously. superstition ran high in his community, so he simply walked off into the woods one day and never returned ― they would fret, apollo knew, but overtime they would simply reason that he was ‘reclaimed’ by the deities. in truth? he returned to the home he had first woken up to, only to find it empty ― his sire was nowhere to be found.
did he break down into tears? cry out in the dark? hardly; for a newborn vampire, apollo had nerves and determination of steel, and simply ‘set up camp’ for the time being. if he couldn’t live in the city, he would live where he could be free
apollo’s world is about as interesting as it can get after that ― he alternates between staying in woods to returning to hanyang after he’s sure every other generation has died out. the same story of being a ‘newcomer’ is told regardless, and no one ever questions it because they hardly know him. this sort of ‘schedule’ he has allows him to be both separated yet still grow with the times. he admits that the future was not exactly what he expected, and yet all-too exciting for vampire. time passes in the blink of an eye for an immortal, watching as his home of hanyang shifts in the modern city of seoul ― such a sight triggers something within apollo, and he realizes he too must change with the world
new york city is not the first choice on his list; rather, the vampire changes his name and attempts to travel to london as a more ‘immediate’ deviation. however, he is not received well ― altercations involving vampire covens within the city eventually push him out, solace within the european countries not found for long. the united states is next; it’s a melting pot, and exactly what apollo is looking for, yet new york catches his eye above most. deviating from his original plan of los angeles, the vampire is pleased at the anonymity of the city and the opportunities presented with it greatly
a chance encounter with 3 lone vampires including himself results in meeting aleksander and eventually being inducted into his coven. at first, apollo is thrown off by the sudden influx of ‘sociability’ that is expected, yet he soon finds it endearing enough and something he admires, even. he is one of the first to join up as a death dealer when the role is announced ― although his seductive nature and sadism is not attributed to only one species, apollo is all-too eager to sate the never ending lust for war and blood he finds the opportunity of in hunting with his newfound brothers and sisters. even after the death dealers ‘officially’ disbanded, he still heeds the call of aleksander whenever needed, more than pleased to assist in whatever is required of him.
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～ FACTS
his birth name is not apollo choi, and has been kept a secret and on the backburner since he was turned ― he sees it as his ‘past’ self and a chain to his current identity
after arriving in nyc, he’s since found a love for film (or rather ‘entertainment’ as a whole) and began his own movie studio, that of which skyrocketed in popularity and is now among some of the top ones in the country. he keeps himself separated from the majority of his employees so that he can ‘hand down’ the company to himself ― those necessarily close to him are fellow vampires, who he knows he can trust with his immortality
sometime after he was turned he came to realization that he was bisexual rather than straight. while he is a rather romantic individual and wishes for a lot, he’s scared of dedicated love with the way he is, and keeps his sexuality under wraps for fear of someone possibly using it against him
his overall personality is very sadistic and twisted ― he finds joy in the pain he causes others, depending on who they are, and isn’t one known for mercy among the death dealers
apollo believes in ‘ability’ more than ‘possibility’. it is partially one of the reasons he no longer is religious; he finds the belief in the supernatural on earth and the immortality they possess to be far against any idea of ‘god’ or ‘gods’
he was nicknamed ‘leo’ by aleksander due to his fiery passion and his bravery in what he does. he’s attempted to get tattoos of lions on his body, but finds that they forcibly heal due to his abilities
( KIM HYOJONG. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( HU “JAE” SUNJAE ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 58 ) year old ( VAMPIRE. ) They have a good reputation for being ( POETIC & GENTLE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( EERIE & RECLUSIVE. ) They’re known for being the ( OUTCAST. )
y’all know the drill by now. jae is a special baby to me and he’s kinda hard to explain so i’mma do my best….ヽ(◕﹏◕)ﾉ
E A R L Y L I F E .
sunjae was born to two adoring parents in a very small town in south korea. surrounded by forest and heavily wooded areas, the town’s population was as small as the homes themselves and everyone knew everyone. a community and a family.
as a child, jae would spend many summer days beside a small creek less than half a mile from his home, and always with his mother’s supervision or the supervision of another neighbouring parent. the forest was not something to fear, but rather a large playground filled with adventure and never ending exploration. however, this feeling left the small boy a little too comfortable with his surroundings and failed to instil the appropriate levels of caution for how dangerous wandering off alone could be.
the sun was beginning to set on another lovely summer’s day when jae’s mother turned her back for only a second, and a second was all that it took. jae was sure he had seen something in the trees, perhaps an animal or another child, and childlike curiosity had him following small glimpses that could just as easily have been the breeze bristling the trees.
by the time jae’s attention span ended, the little boy found himself in a part of the forest he did not recognise, and as he attempted to retrace his steps back towards his mother, he wound up getting himself lost deeper and deeper into the densely wooded miles that surrounded and engulfed his home.
every member of the town spent days upon days searching for the lost little boy, parents frantic as onlookers pitied the sight of their own nightmares coming true. no one could bear the loss of such a loved little boy, nor would they give up looking for him no matter how hopeless it seemed.
jae spent a total of six days and seven nights alone in the woods, hungry, bruised, battered, exhausted and petrified. it is unlikely he would have survived a single day longer, already sick from the “foods” he had attempted to forage from the forest itself, as well as the water he had drank from the creek each time their paths crossed.
more than the physical, jae’s experience had taken such a mental toll on the small boy that for weeks after he was stuck in his own head, seeing nothing but nightmares and creatures of the dark surrounding him. home did not look like home. his parents did not look like his parents. he did not speak a word, and he barely recognised a single one spoken to him. scared to death was no longer just a saying, but rather a reality to him. he knew the true meaning of such fear, and it felt like there was no recovering from such a thing.
months passed and his parents came to the haunting realisation that jae needed more help than they could provide. they did not have the funds nor the means to give their little boy the type of care he needed, nor could they fully understand what was going on in his head. it was with heartbreak and anguish that they decided to have jae sent to the states to live with his more affluent relatives there. his aunt, to be exact. from there he could see a myriad of psychologists, psychiatrists, hypnotherapists and more, trying desperately to rescue him from the dark depths of his own mind.
a little under a year after his initial disappearance, jae’s mind and memory went blank.
dissociative amnesia is the name of the condition he later came to learn. an illness rooted in the trauma he experienced, and his mind’s attempts and protecting itself whenever he felt triggered or unsafe. for hours, days, sometimes weeks at a time, jae would forget who he was, where he was from, and any other detail of his life. he would wander much like he did in the forest, dazed and confused and in need of constant supervision to keep him safe from harm.
this condition followed him into adulthood, though the episodes thankfully became fewer and further between as his mind matured enough to not see danger in the smallest of things.
what also followed him into teenagehood and then adulthood, was the stigma attached to the reclusive young boy who hardly ever spoke, never interacted with other children, and came with a rather... creepy vibe. he was the child in the neighbourhood that no parent wanted their own to befriend, warning them off of the boy before he even had a chance to form a connection. people could not understand his illness or the way he acted, and ignorance led them to be fearful of it instead.
jae became the boy that whispers followed, but who could turn a room to silence simply by entering. if a local pet went missing, his aunt’s door would be near bashed in with people accusing jae of playing a part -- in hurting the small creature. his anxieties were mistaken for much darker, dangerous motivations, and it seemed everyone and their momma knew how to diagnose a sociopath 101. it was as if the entire town was waiting for his face to be plastered across the newspapers as america’s newest serial killer.
but none of that was true.
jae was, and is, a gentle soul. whilst he maintained his ‘creepy’ vibes, lurking in the shadows and scribbling into his notebooks rather than socialising or making an effort to seem (for lack of a better word) normal, he also maintained his soft, sweet and childlike innocence. trapped in his head as a lost little boy, he hid away not out of a distaste for people, but rather a fear too many noises, too many colours, too many bodies and people. he grew to accept his role as the outcast, not even blinking an eye when he was used as the butt of every high school joke, prank or dare.
S U P E R N A T U R A L .
at the age of twenty-five, jae’s aunt had become too old to keep a constant watch over her now-adult nephew. when he would disappear for days at a time, she had to accept that this would forever be a part of their lives and that all she could do now was sit back and pray for his safe return.
this time, however, his return never came.
jae initially had stumbled into a pack of lycans. he was still human at the time, and he was entirely lost and clueless as to where or how he had met this group of people. when asked his name, he was unable to answer, and somewhere along the way he had lost, been scammed or robbed of any identification he may of had on his person. the pack’s leecher took him in for a few nights, aware that he would be a prime victim for the local vampires’ snacking desires. it didn’t seem as though anyone was looking for him or would worry after his disappearance, and perhaps this leecher was a little softer on this human than she should have been.
when he finally came to, remembering his identity and to whom he belonged, the kind leecher was nowhere in sight. fully intent on coming back to her after he had found a payphone to alert his aunt to his well-being, jae never reached his destination nor found his way back.
he doesn’t remember much of what happened, just pain and the scent of blood filling his senses and leaving him queasy. he was sure he would die that day, and in some ways he did.
coming to as a vampire was eerily similar to coming to from an episode, left trying to fill in the blanks of his memory and put together the pieces of his life. things had changed, no longer able to return to his home and to his aunt, yet somehow they still felt the same. he was still cursed to stay in the shadows, the be nothing but a silent threat that left a chill down every human’s spine, but now he actually was the monster they had all pegged him to be.
for years he has lived a solitary life, feeding on animals whenever possible and pushing his body to the extremes of starvation before feeding on a human.
if he could have his way, he would never feed again, but he’s learned from experience that pushing too far and going too long without indulging brings his mind back to a place where he cannot bear to let it go, and he will wake after a blackout with blood staining his lips and no memory of who it belongs to or where he has been.
T L ; D R .
lost boy grows up to be creepy outcast boy.
spends his life scribbling in his notebook, writing poems & composing songs.
gentle giant!!!!!!!
big time loner who is as scared of himself as he is everyone else at this point.
( KIM HONGJOONG. CIS MALE. ) Rumor has it that ( SOREN PARK ) has been spotted skulking around New York City streets recently. ( HE ) is a ( 19 ) year old ( LYCAN. ) They have a good reputation for being( LOQUACIOUS + AFFECTIONATE, ) but have also been known to be rather ( FLIGHTY - CHILDISH. ) They’re known for being the ( INFLUENCER. )
do you see what i see in this gif? that is an actual literal puppy and therefore, the perfect fc for my lycan!son. also he’s a rl baby and so i had to play him as a baby. i’m actually going to try and keep this brief this time and so the sparknotes summary is that the main posted this suggested muse prompt “ a college student / influencer that got turned but still manages to live their cute lil unbothered life & really doesn’t care about any of the politics “ and i said BET. anyways here’s wonderall soren:
born from first generation korean immigrants, soren was the ray of light of his household and everything revolved around him. not in a spoiled way because his family didn’t really have a lot with which to spoil him but in the sense that he was the vessel into which both his hard working parents put all of their hopes and dreams. he was going to be the one to take advantage of all that ‘america’ has to offer (air quotes bc i hate my country)!! no pressure or anything.
from the outset, it was clear that soren was bright. he learned english alongside his parents and picked it up as quickly as his korean. he absorbed numbers, shapes, words, all with a voracity with which his overjoyed parents almost couldn’t keep up
however, alongside his natural intellect, soren also had a wealth of energy that sometimes directly worked against his learning abilities. often coming across as airy and flighty, soren always had to be doing something. going somewhere. letting out all that pent up boredom somehow! he loved climbing, running, dancing, playing. sitting down for his lessons was fine at first but he quickly tired and had to go-go-go onto something else.
when he was tested at a physical, he would be proven to have a nearly eidetic memory and a high testing iq but just... a very small attention span as a result. almost like his tiny body just didn’t have the space for all those brains and so it was escaping him in other ways.
but no matter, he found ways to make it work! certain study tactics were better for him (intensive notes, color coding w added doodles etc) but also like... skipping the studying sometimes and just taking the test blind kept him from tiring of the material
surrounding himself with people also helped immensely. as soon as he was able to branch out and make friends, soren found an outlet for some of that restlessness. he could channel it into other people, learning everything about them and being the most attentive and loyal gd friend he could be. he’d have study groups and hangouts and just generally was able to be a lot more productive academically while also becoming reasonably popular.
by the time he hit high school age, he was top of his class, well liked at school and he’d found a passion for science and anatomy that would eventually translate into a med school path!!
he also started dating. boys girls, it didn’t really matter to ren. he liked people and he liked getting to know them one on one. just like he was in his friendships, he was an attentive boyfriend and that was when he fell in love with the idea of being in love.
basically, despite not coming from much, he lived a charmed life. and to be honest? he wasn’t an asshole about his popularity nor intelligence. he was infuriatingly kind and never made a single enemy in his entire life.
he graduated a year early and with a full scholarship to a pre-med program at a prestigious ny university. he was excited to start secondary education and felt like it’d be a challenge for once, academically and socially. he was excited to explore young adulthood and like, living on his own! parties! more friendships and relationships!
monetarily, though, moving to the big city was going to be hard. he didn’t have a job and although obviously he was getting his tuition #paid, there was still housing and the general price of living... it was gonna be a financial strain and he couldn’t just ask his parents to fork over the cash.
so he started looking for ways he could help himself. he had tried summer jobs before but his immaturity and short attention span got him fired from all of them. this was even more serious -- he’d not be able to get started on living his Dream if he didn’t get and keep employment!!
the answer came about on accident. as a popular kid (and a cute one at that) of course he had social media. over the last two-three years of high school, his accounts blew up because he really dressed to that vintage aesthetic eboy audience. instagram was especially fun and ended up being something he was good at -- he could work out his energies finding shooting locations and coming up with fun ways to take his own pictures (or getting friends involved, taking their pictures, etc. he’s that post-millennial gen you KNOW they were annoying hipsters about it but we love him ok)
sponsorships were the start but not where it ends. soren made a pretty penny through his insta the summer leading up to his freshman year start date and it was enough to get him going but he needed more.
freshman year was a dream come true! he loved his classes, made fast friends and got his first college boyfriend. life was great and he didn’t want to let that shatter just because his apartment payments were steep and the price of living was ridiculous in the city. there were breakups and all nighters and less than 100% tests but he was? doing his best!! so ofc he wanted to find a way to continue to sustain his independence...
what he’s doing now isn’t really sugar babying, okay... but like you know those patreon egirls who make money sending pictures and videos to their patrons? and whose content is sorta cutesy but also a little side eye? that’s kind of where soren ended up and he’s v successful at it. he’s making decent cash every month and it goes hand in hand with his social media influencer career’s climb. win-win!
he had the equation for success! which is why being bitten by a lycan kinda wasn’t in the plans.
it happened pretty fcking recently. i haven’t completely married myself to the idea of how he was turned -- whether it was just by accident by a stranger or some incident with a lover etc but regardless, it was definitely not what he INTENDED OK. there aren’t a lot of lycan transformation tutorials on instagram so he was panicking and disappeared from socials for the start of the summer.
now he’s affiliated with the pack but also ... he’s still just doing his best to pretend it’s not a thing. he wants to keep with his schooling (were there doctor lycans? he wants to be a labor & delivery doctor, was that allowed? so many q’s he was just gonna ignore rip) and doesn’t care for the politics AT ALL. especially the fact that he’s meant to be suspicious of the vampires. why would he do that when he’s probably never been mean to someone in his whole life?
summary: hyper, bright, overly loving fresh lycan pup who is in denial that his life has to change in any way. friendly & naturally flirty -- dates like it’s his second (third?) job, wants to befriend the world and make it a better place which leaves no room for lycan-vampire politics! hongjoong irl is ... teeny. so once again i’m playing a character closer to 5 feet tall than 6 and maybe i have a problem but we’re gonna ignore it! LIKE THIS to maybe plot that’s all. this was shorter than val’s... surely...
