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WITNESS(ES) SAY HE REMINDS THEM OF: wiping away blood on his lip with torn and bruised fingers, the moment where the sounds of the world became blanketed and quiet when finally getting deep enough into the forest, blowing away the last of the sawdust and running a finger over the finished details of a woodworking project now complete . With a slight resemblance to KANG YOUNGHYUN (YOUNG K) of/the DAY6.
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Last name, first name: Moon Seungho Alias: Fenrir Realm of birth: Earth - Agdoeg, South Korea Age: 27 Date of birth: Unknown, celebrated on December 3rd, the day he was found Gender: Male Preferred pronouns: he/him Species: Werewolf Occupation: Bartender, elite forces for G.H.O.S.T Sexual orientation: Unknowingly a bisexual disaster
VISUAL FILE:
Skin color: Currently has a lighter tone due to lack of sunlight with a rapidly fading farmers tan, the gold undertones deepen when he’s tanned and is prone to freckling under intense sun
Eye color: Dark russet brown with a small ring of burnt yellow around the iris
Scars: Numerous, most notable is the jagged line that bisects his right eyebrow and narrowly misses his eye to end at his jaw. Has deep gashes that rake down his shoulder blades. Healed gunshot entry and exit wound on the inside of his left arm and right thigh. Multiple stab wounds to his abdomen, the largest being a slash that angles from the bottom of his ribs towards his belly button.
Piercings: None, has a semi-healed hole on his right earlobe from when he tried to self pierce as a teenager.
Tattoos: Japanese wood block style ¾ color sleeve of an ocean scene, the moon lit sky located at the top of his tattoo at his shoulder that leads into turbulent waves that ends in a black band at his forearm. His G.H.O.S.T barcode is hidden in the solid black ink of the band.
Hair color: Brown-black with warm undertones, will never admit to the sporadic yet increasing grey hairs appearing near his temples
Abnormalities: Overly long canines that often click against his bottom teeth when he talks or poke out to rest on his lower lip, the tips of his ears have a slight point to them
Transformed form:
Can shift between human, hybrid and full wolf form at will but prefers to be either human or full wolf. Remaining in a partially transformed state or his hybrid form for a prolonged period of time is particularly painful as his human frame has to strain and repair itself to maintain the transformed state.
His brown-black hair transfers tones into his fur and the dull yellow of his eyes consume the iris and become piercing, almost reflective in direct light.
His full wolf form is monstrous, exceeding the size of a Timber wolf at 5 feet tall at the shoulders of his quadruped form and capable of carrying up to 3 full grown humans on his back. Over the years, reported sightings of him in nearby woods often mistake him for a bear.
PERSONAL FILE:
Religious belief: Raised Muist (Korean shamanism), but non-practicing Sins: greed / gluttony / sloth / lust / pride / envy / wrath Virtues: chastity / charity / diligence / humility / patience / justice Known languages: Korean Secrets: (TW: speculation on cannibalism)
Tactile: Seungho will melt into anyone that runs their fingers through his hair and is very sensitive to touch. He’s physically affectionate and will seek tactile comfort over talking about whatever is bothering him.
Blood frenzy: He will never admit to this, but he loves the thrill that comes with shedding blood and the hunt. Once he gets a taste of blood, be that his own or his target’s, he enters a fugue state, becoming savagely brutal with his violence. He can’t say for certain if he has or has not eaten a person because of this frenzied state.
Savvies:
Adept with his hands: preferring to do mechanical or craftsman work, he enjoys the process of building something. In another life he could’ve made an honest living as a tradesman, but for now he’s content to use his skills to help his neighbours and save some money. He never accepts payment from his community, but the elderly widow next door always insists he takes home some food whenever he’s over to do whatever repairs needed.
Technical thinker: he’s very quick to understand systems be them physical or digital. He enjoys breaking them down and rebuilding them, wanting to fully understand each individual element so that he can play with them as he sees fit. This led him to trouble when he was younger, having been arrogant and boldly taking credit for hacking into his primary school’s database and changing everyone’s grades to gibberish and corrupting personnel files of teachers he disliked.
Physical durability: Due to his werewolf nature, he can shake off most wounds and keep fighting. He has a tendency to let the bloodlust and adrenaline get to his head and make him push his limits when he’s embroiled in a fight. He doesn’t start fights, but he certainly continues them once his pulse thunders loudly in his ears and clouds his judgement.
Powers & abilities:
Claw/Fang Retraction, Contaminant Immunity, Transformation, Enhanced Body/Supernatural; Body, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Leap, Reflexes, Senses, Hearing, Smell, Speed, Stamina and Strength. Night Vision, Regenerative Healing, Wolf-Physiology.
Traits: Short-sighted, task driven, hopeless romantic, fiercely loyal, endlessly selfless and generous
BACKGROUND CHECK:
Date of birth: Recorded as October 3, 1994
Crime record: Certainly a familiar face in a precinct when he was a teenager due to being involved in fights, however, being a minor at the time he has no official criminal record. Although he would never seek out the authorities or actively assist them, he’s not one to obstruct them, instead noting any he interacts with and doing his own research after the fact. Overall, he’s neutral towards the police, generally distrusting due to knowing about the deep rooted corruption of the system, but will acknowledge the rare good officers and their usefulness to the community.
Background/Biography:
(TW: child abandonment, graphic descriptions of violence)
Seungho’s existence relies on coincidences and happenstance. Having been abandoned as an infant, swaddled in a threadbare blanket and left in a cardboard box on the side of the road after a particularly heavy snowfall. The man who approached it was expecting to find a half frozen puppy and in a way he did. The first cry he let out into the world was after he was hastily wrapped in the man’s Howler denim. Moon Seungki became his unofficial father that night, and Seungho was named by a committee of Howler scouts after a few rounds of soju. He grew up learning the Howler way of life, the members of the gang known to him as his numerous aunts and uncles, and as such he knew the Howler way of resolving conflicts. He frequently returned to the Underground from school with a new scrape or black eye, only to get firm claps against his back or a ruffle of his hair in celebration. Whenever Seungki was called to the school as a result of Seungho’s punch first ask questions later approach, the man typically managed to keep a stern expression until the extent of damage was discussed and a proud grin would spread across his face.
At first, his strength and the wounds he could inflict could be chalked up to getting lucky or just being bigger. But then he mauled a boy 2 years older than him, having blacked out after a particularly nasty crack to his jaw, with bystanders watching in horror when Seungho writhed on the ground, bones shifting and snapping unnaturally until a mangled half formed wolf burst from his body. Only 10 at the time, Seungho regained his senses covered in blood, promptly spitting out a chunk of flesh as the victim clutched a mangled arm screaming. Seungho was immediately pulled out of school and spent his formative years living in the woods, struggling with his transformations and getting lost for weeks at a time. Werewolf members of the Howlers tried to help him, but he was volatile and running on animal instinct, causing him to attack perceived threats on sight. Hunters often mistook him for a bear, leading to him suffering from a few gunshot wounds in his panic to flee.
He was saved once again by the kindness of a stranger, having stumbled into a meadow tended to by an elderly witch and collapsing from his injuries. Grandma Nari tended to him, quickly gaining his trust and eventually becoming the one to teach him to control his abilities. Realizing that years had passed and the Howlers had seemingly given up on him, Seungho settled into a comfortable life with the witch. He learned to be more than his instincts and became the gentle, generous man he is today. Wanting to repay her for saving him, he used his skills to better Grandma Nari’s life in ways that her magic couldn’t, tending to long overlooked repairs and handling tasks that were shuffled to the bottom of her priorities, like modernizing her potions business. He gained a reputation in the neighbourhood for helping without being asked.
Now a functional member of society, Seungho had to learn about relationships beyond his caregiver, which led him down a different yet messy path. He gave his heart out to anyone that asked, getting swept up in the moment and as quickly as they came together they would fall apart. Seungho spent his early twenties making mistake after mistake, getting roped into terrible plans with flimsy promises, and somehow ended up with a tattoo of a stranger’s name on his arm that was quickly covered up with a sleeve. Every time he came to Grandma Nari with puffy eyes and furiously wiping at his face with his sleeve, she would gently shush him and pull him into a warm hug.
Seeking some sense of stability and income, Seungho landed himself a job at a dive bar, starting out as a busboy and ending up a bartender. Through watching the patrons, he slowly developed his social skills although the nuances of flirting still elude him. His sharp senses led to him picking up when certain supernatural entities entered the bar, and he tailored their drinks accordingly without fuss. Having been feral for a large part of his life, he remains unaware of the fluctuations and politics of the criminal underground, unknowingly acting as a neutral party that can rub shoulders with members across territory lines.
The comfortable malaise of his life changed course dramatically due to another coincidence at night. After locking up the bar, Seungho began the routine trek home, wondering if Grandma Nari remembered to drink her tea like the healer told her to, when he abruptly stopped in his tracks. Something drew his attention to a nearby alley, and as if compelled, he let his feet take him to wherever he was supposed to go. Stopping in front of a dumpster, Seungho blinked out of a trance and wrinkled his nose for a moment, until an unusual scent cut through the stench of garbage. Without thinking, he hoisted himself over the lip, pushing various bags around until he scooped a small blanket wrapped parcel out of the refuse. Curious fingers peeled away the fabric until a small lilac toned baby emerged and stared at him with lavender eyes. Much like Seungki, he acted on instinct, tucking the infant against his chest, nestled in his jacket in an attempt to bring warmth into the little body. The baby refused the cry, however she did seem to react to his voice, furrowing her little brow when he asked her questions without expecting an answer. Once home, he roused Grandma Nari and the two inspected the infant and Nari explained that this was most likely a celestial baby, although she couldn’t say anything more specific. To Seungho, it wasn’t really a question of if he would take care of the baby, but more a matter of how. It didn’t take long for the expenses required to clothe, bathe, and feed Ahyeon to drain his meager savings.
Remembering a unique business card left by a patron that did a lot of looking and not a lot of talking, Seungho examined the card. No name or contact information was on the card, only a smiling mask and a string of numbers. He tried calling the number but there were too many digits. It was only when he realized they were coordinates that his curiosity took over, knowing he was dealing with a puzzle. Arriving at the specific location, Seungho wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but a briefcase tucked under a bench wasn’t it. Catching the familiar mask engraved into the metal buckle of the handle, he surreptitiously took it with him. Opening the thing took him a few days, when he eventually grew so frustrated he undid every fastening he could find with a screwdriver, and found himself staring at a mask with a wide wolf-like grin. Once he put it on, a path forward became crystal clear, becoming Fenrir.
INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer
The metal chair of the interrogation room was as uncomfortable as he remembered, no amount of shifting could ease the hardness that set an ache into his lower back. Seungho uncrossed and recrossed his arms, rolling his neck to glare at the one way glass in an area that he assumed an officer to be. This waiting game was getting ridiculous.
Approaching footsteps made him pause in contemplating how many strikes with the chair it would take to break the glass, and he grumbled as a different officer entered the room and sat across from him. Seungho nearly groaned as the man didn’t even look up from his stack of papers to restart the questioning process.
“Moon Seungho, correct?”
“Why don’t you ask the 3 other cops that already have that information.” Seungho’s teeth clicked together as he was finally glanced at with a glazed, already tired expression.
“Moon Seungho, correct?” The officer drew out the question, speaking slower as if the issue was that he didn’t understand the words.
“Correct,” Seungho sighed, “Birthdate December 3, 1994. No gang affiliation or criminal record. My current occupation is a bartender. I was working alone that night, there’s no security cameras to verify my story, but there were numerous patrons that could place me at the bar. Did I miss any?”
The cop simply turned over a couple pages, “just run me through what happened that night.”
“How many times do I have to run through what happened that night exactly? I’ve answered these questions 4 times, at least.” After exchanging guarded glares with each other, Seungho inhaled deeply and the final piece clicked into place. Each cop he’d talked to before had the same subtle chemical smell lingering on them. They all asked the same questions and since he stuck to the honest truth, having found the remnants of the disassembled cyborg when he did a garbage run, he wasn’t giving them the answers they wanted.
“Give me that pen and I’ll sign whatever you need me to,” He held out his hand and nearly rolled his eyes as a prewritten statement slid across the table. With a quick scrawl, the official record of that night became nothing out of the ordinary, he couldn’t remember if he saw the victim during his shift, and the bar closed without incident.
“Have a good night, Moon Seungho.” The officer said as he collected the papers into a neat pile, Seungho only catching the faint blue blinking in the depths of his iris because he was looking for it. His gaze flicked over to the door when he heard the soft click of a tumbler sliding out of place, the door slowly drifting open. As he exited the precinct, he knew there was somebody that would be interested to tug on this dangling thread.