seo hwanji

SEO HWANJI [ rp account for the wicked rp ] [ fc: park junhee ] worker at magic tome nam werewolf | he/him 27 | 1996.01.14 [ and if we are to die, at least we die together. ]

[wdhwanji]

// intro

hello, everyone! it's your mun sen (they/them) here with the lovable little wolf man, hwanji (he/him)! i have actually never written an intro post before—i'm still very new to rping on tumblr, although I've been roleplaying on other sites for a very long time—so please bear with me if this is a bit...bumpy. ^^' his page is pretty much done for the time being, although i'm probably going to be constantly tweaking the bio/connections pages for at least a week.

if you ever want to contact me, feel free to either shoot me a dm here on tumblr or use discord (just ask)! those are really my best platforms, but if you'd like to use something else just let me know and we can set something up! i'm pretty flexible :3 i'm in gmt -6 so if i don't answer, i'm probably asleep. (please don't ever feel intimidated to contact me, i'm horrible with reaching out first so i always appreciate it ^^' and i'm likely a lot more intimidated by you /lh)

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past

hwanji is initially from seoul—he lived there for most of his early life, until he was 17.

he was a mischievous little kid, always getting into trouble and hanging out around the wrong people.

eventually, that came back to bite him in the butt as he ended up in some serious debt. after many weeks of him trying to avoid paying up, one of the members turned him, leaving him in an alleyway.

after that, hwanji fled to jeju, seeking protection and safety from the gang members that were still very much searching for him.

current

he's much more reserved than he was when he was younger, very socially awkward (this man cannot get a joke, and he tells even worse ones. but he likes to tell them. unfortunately. apologies in advance.) and quiet.

he's not very friendly to kang werewolves—he's very old-fashioned, and is irritated by the fact that others don't seem to want to uphold the peace treaties jeju was built on.

his fight or flight instinct is basically broken—he always chooses flee. always. even if he knows he could win the fight. doesn't matter. he's going to run.

he avoids conflict, period. this is probably his biggest, most important trait: this man will do almost anything to get away from a tense situation. poor excuses, just flat out running (ya might have to catch him a few times), etc., etc.

connections / plots:

don't have a lot of plot ideas off the top of my head, but i do have a list of connections to build up which you can view here [desktop] / here [mobile] ! as i figure out more plot ideas (and backread all the blogs <.<) i'll update this post, or maybe create a separate page, even. i'm down to write almost anything, but i don't feel comfortable rping nsfw content. other than that, the doors are wide open, baby, so throw your ideas straight on in! *rubbing palms mischievously*

[wrenpoe]

quietly, ghost sat looking through the window of the coffee shop. humans and hunters alike walking through the streets in front. taking a sip of his americano, he narrowed his eyes behind his glasses. they weren't needed but like clark kent, he figured it wouldn't hurt for his human guise.

the hunters had been milling about for too long, when it came to the elder fae's liking. their annoying habit of sticking their noses where they didn't to be. truthfully, it was a habit far too many people had. maybe it was the eras he lived through talking but staying in one's lane tended to be the better option. that was, for those that had a life to lose.

taking another drink, he sighed, slowly lowering his coffee to the table. if they continued as they were, ghost would have no option but to snap a few necks. a simple cause and effect if they went after anyone he cared about it. instead of staring, he decided to pick up the book he had been reading, allowing his own mind to fall into silence.

ignoring the hustle of those around him, 'tourists' and normal island dwellers alike... that was until a shadow fell over his table.

"can i help you?" he questioned without moving his eyes from his book...

[wdhwanji]

the cafe was a bit busier than hwanji would have liked, but he didn't have much of an option if he wanted coffee. this place made the best cup in town, and what with the sleepless nights he'd been having recently, he definitely needed the caffeine. he stepped up to the counter, ordering his usual, before moving aside to wait.

he found himself constantly nervous nowadays, always on high alert, always ready to bolt. he trusted himself and himself alone to recognize a dangerous situation and get himself out of it. but when everything felt dangerous, how did you know what wasn't? he blinked out of his thoughts as his coffee was given, smiling to the barista before moving away.

hwanji started to return home, heading towards the front door, but he stopped short as a huge group of people passed by outside. he couldn't step out now—he would have to wait until they had left. his eyes scanned across the cafe, looking for anyone that might not mind him sitting nearby for a bit. eventually, his gaze fell on a man in the back corner, a book propped up in front of him. curiosity immediately piqued, hwanji moved closer, trying to read the spine of the novel—

"oh—" he laughed awkwardly at the other man's words, scratching the back of his head. "no, i was just trying to see the title of your book," he admitted. an avid reader himself thanks to the bookstore he worked at, he always found himself observing others while he was out and about. you could tell a lot about a person by the books they read. "sorry, i didn't mean to impose."

[wdhayun]

heads will roll//open

Normally, Hayun would not go through a dark alleyway, but she had seen the hunters corner the poor wolf. She had no choice but to follow them and save the poor thing. Unfortunately, while the wolf had gotten away, Hayun was left with the fallout.

Hayun was no stranger to men who wanted to hurt her. Growing up, she met plenty of men who were terrified at the concept of a woman who was better than them, stronger than them. They felt emasculated because she refused to back down like the good Korean girl she was supposed to be and that meant they lashed out.

She was a vengeful girl, eager to hold any grudge. If they were just some assholes on the street, she would simply leave it at putting their asses through the ringer. However, they were not that. They were hunters and they clearly wanted her dead for simply existing.

Hayun’s mind was going through the process of what move to make when a voice echoed through the alley. One of the men turned to look at the disturbance. Her hand shot out, striking his elbow before putting him in a lock. She yelled out. “Well, don’t just stand there, help me!”

[wdhwanji]

hwanji was doing his best to just avoid everyone recently. the town was crawling with hunters, ones that were no doubt smarter than he was about supernatural things, and he really didn't want to deal with the consequences if anyone found out about his...situation. unfortunately, avoiding everyone sometimes meant making choices that were...less than safe.

he crept down the more deserted street, keeping a sharp eye out for anyone that might have been looking for a fight. halfway towards his destination, he heard the sounds of a struggle in the near distance and his head turned, immediately trying to follow the noise. his hearing was spot-on, eventually leading him to a nearby alleyway where he could see several people moving at the end of the gloom.

something shot out past him—he was only vaguely aware of its wolven nature, head craning behind him to catch another look, but the creature was long gone. so whatever was down this alley was likely looking for werewolves—and not in a good way. carefully, hwanji took a step forward, his voice shaking as he called out. "who's down there?"

at the response, he jolted forward, rushing towards the dispute to find a woman holding a man in a headlock and several others standing nearby. without really comprehending what he was doing, he kicked out, knocking two of them down with one blow. one of them turned tail, sprinting towards the end of the alleyway. he let them run. he wasn't eager to pick a fight.

before things could get any worse, hwanji twisted around, striking the jaw of the one in the woman's grip. "come on," he panted, glancing up at her as he took a few steps back, "we should run, now." his heart pounded in panic at the situation he'd managed to find himself in—this was dangerous for him. they needed to move, not only for her sake, but for his as well.

[wdhwanji]

hwanji bites his lip, eyes trained on the black print of the newspaper. his heart pounds under his skin, so loud he's surprised no one can hear it. the rest of the people in the convenience store bustle around him, jolting him back into action. he casts a glance over his shoulder as he tears himself away from the display, quickly moving through the aisles away from the paper.

so it's happening. the tides he's been feeling pulling and pushing at his community are finally crashing into action, and they're taking the island down with them. hwanji takes a deep breath, stepping up to the cash register to check out as quickly as possible.

more than usual, the presence of so many people around him is overwhelming. he doesn't know who he can trust, who he should be afraid of, who might be lying in wait to attack him... he takes his bag as soon as it's done, slipping out the door of the shop before he can think any further. he has this feeling of being watched tugging at him, and it won't go away. he should really just get home.

distracted by his thoughts and scanning his surroundings for spies, he doesn't see the person in front of him until its too late. crashing into each other at full force, he hits the pavement, the bag spilling and tossing its contents of a few bags of ramen all over the concrete. "ah—i'm so sorry," he apologizes quickly, getting to his knees as he glances up, "i wasn't looking where i was walking. are you alright?"

[wdjnh-deactivated20240602]

if his eyes were focused on the book any longer, junha was sure he would have burnes two holes inside of it. his eagerness was more than evident, but once inside the store, he’s done little to hide it; even if he stood in front of someone he didn’t know as a fellow witch. perhaps it truly was the aura of knowledge that laid foundation for such a lackadaisical mannerism, untangling skeins of unknowing, skein of suspicion – or the definite knowledge that maia would not hire someone she has no trust in.  the laughter which feels the room is only an additional untangler. soon thereafter, junha’s own chuckle fills the room — from him, coming from a point of relief. “even buying it once is going to empty my wallet so i can't really be generous... nor act as a patron. but it's a really interesting book, so i have to have it y'know? even if i end up eating meals from 7-11. which i am going to do, that's how far i'm willing to go. totally." there's an awkward laugh then, as if he were saying oops without really vocalizing it. "she actually told me the book would be something i'd like and she was right. but, uh — don't get it wrong, she's just a ... study buddy! yeah." "hwanji," he repeated, thus falling into silence, raking the word throughout the distance of his memory, though to a miserable fail. "we haven't met, no, but i think i saw you around; through the ba's window. i wok a few streets down. but, um, how rude of me -- i'm junha," it rolls off of his tongue like butter, quick an sharp; and just as it does, he finds himself close to the counter hwanji is situated behind. he places a (larger) sum of money and then — an onlooker could swear — junha all but whispers: "if you're at the back you should know of all arrivals then, right? along this —" a tap against book's surface — "should have arrived wolfsbane. from europe, y'know? it goes along with the... writing on these pages. it's required equipment, you see."

[wdhwanji]

the joke successfully eases the tension, and hwanji smiles as the other laughs along. at his frantic explanation, however, hwanji shakes his head. "i'm teasing," he says. "i understand." he'd certainly had moments of his life where he couldn't afford a book. it was a relatable experience.

the other boy's hunger for information gains a small chuckle out of him. in some ways, he reminds hwanji of himself—before the fall, before the turning. young hwanji, running back and forth across seoul spreading laughter and joy everywhere he went. he definitely gave off the air that he knew more than he was letting on, and that was slightly unnerving.

this thought is further confirmed when he mentions his relationship with maia. even someone half as observant as hwanji could smell a lie like that from a mile away, and the corners of his mouth twitched as the other pushed past the topic. so either he has a crush on maia and isn't comfortable telling anyone yet—unlikely; somehow, he got the feeling that this wasn't a romantic endeavor—or, the more likely explanation, he thinks he knows something hwanji doesn't.

"junha." he nods, smiling. "nice to meet you." but his grin falters slightly at the mention of the plant. "required equipment, you say?" he repeats, stalling out a moment before responding fully. "what in the world is that being used for?" his brow furrows slightly—it's not just an attempt to hold up the conversation; he's heard the plant is very bitter. he imagines that no matter what other things you're putting in a potion of sorts, that likely would not be a recommended ingredient. "...but, yes, i believe i remember seeing it. did you order that as well?"

[wdjnh-deactivated20240602]

placing it as a subject of curiosity would have been the far more simpler road to take, perhaps even ascribed as a coward's way of avoiding confrontation for that which fills him. inside of him rages a fire, however, wilding and consuming everything that it touches without a care; a thirst for knowledge that threatens pool outside of him through the simple means of a sudden burst. it itches, it scorches, to the point that junha no longer finds himself able to contain it, having so eagerly grown from a mere simple. here, on this island, this sensation of the burning red is only furthered, only enabled — sustained by the ever-present, ever-existing flow of magic.  it takes him to the place he knows by heart. a couple of bus stops, and a few more steps after leaving the vehicle, and junha finds himself in front of the famous — and so ordinary — bookstore. "oh, hey —" he speaks, cadence of step which carried him inside the store falling apart once he leaves the outside world behind him, entering this realm of knowledge.  "maia's not — i mean, miss cruz is not here today? interesting." a silence's moment. he laughs, then; a bit awkwardly, "i didn't mean anything by it. permuted days, is all." the level of casualness he appreciates, nonetheless. his eyes fall to the book on the counter , in what he assumes is a motion of subtleness & guile, though it mostly falls to the opposite spectrum. it's a point of interest, that much he can discern; but the idea how to approach it falls outside of his reach. it lingers above his head, it lingers inside the pit of his stomach: this feeling threatening him with the idea that everyone knows why he researches magic. or well, everyone who isn't a fellow witch. "is that the —— wow. it arrived already?!" surprise paints his face at once, lips slightly agape — corners of mouth uplifted — eyebrows high. now, he's properly in front of him, his fingers laid upon the counter; like a little child, gazing upon it with reverence, as if he's afraid to touch it. then, his eyes lift up to the employee. "i didn't expect anyone else to be interested in this — other than her and me. you... you didn't buy it already, right? fuck. i'll —" steal? is a book on dark arts worth walking down a darker path? junha bites the inside his cheek. "—pay twice."

[wdhwanji]

hwanji shakes his head, already anticipating the other's question. "maia had to step out for a bit, sorry," he apologizes after the younger speaks. he notices the other's gaze fall to the book currently resting on the desk—he wasn't exactly subtle—and follows it, also staring at the cover. he'd pulled it at random from the shelves minutes before he'd walked in, the leather practically leaping under his fingers, just begging to be selected.

...perhaps it hadn't been chosen for him.

the magic tome worked in mysterious ways. people came and went, information was given and taken, and no one ever left empty-handed. it wasn't the first time that hwanji had wondered if there was magic weaved into the very structure of the building, and that feeling returns to him now, watching the other person. he wonders if they feel it too—the pull to the volumes, the draw of the pages, asking to be turned, to have their answers read. he wonders how the magic works.

...he wonders if he's overthinking the whole endeavor.

at the other's reverent reaction, he blinked, gaze silently darting between the tome and the other boy. when he offered to buy it for double, hwanji startles into a laugh. "i haven't bought it," he reassures him. he isn't so sure the other is telling the truth about having ordered it, but it's not really his place to question, so he simply shakes his head. "you don't need to pay twice—unless you'd like to, that is." the joke jumps out his mouth without him even meaning to have made it and a sheepish grin overtakes his features.

"do you want it?" he offers the book over the counter, barely glancing at the cover as he hands it over. "honestly, that's the type of book i didn't expect anyone but maia to be interested in. she loves that kind of stuff." he chuckles, glancing up. "guess you two get along fairly well?"

while waiting for a response, he smacks his forehead, realizing what part of the issue is. "i'm not sure i've managed to catch you in here before. granted, i'm generally in the back, but still. i'm hwanji," he nods politely, eyes focused easily on the other's face.

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[wdmaialen]

working nine to five: maia and hwanji

@wdhwanji

She should have never cured that insomnia.

Really, it was Maia's own fault. She knew this would happen, but her heart ached for the poor student. She knew what it was like to struggle during exams and how nerves could keep you up late at night. The student had rambled about their family and their high expectations. So, Maia had sold them the potion. They had come back this morning, overjoyed about a good night's sleep and happy that they had enough potion to last the week. Maia, meanwhile, had bags under her eyes.

She had managed thirty minutes of sleep last night and was not looking forward to the evening. Maybe there would be time for catnap later. Her mind drifted off, thoughts of her comfy couch filling her mind.

Maia's head lolled, when she heard the bell ding above the door. She jumped off her seat, accidentally knocking it over. "I'm up!" she said. The clang made her flinch. Yes. Very professional.

Her face flushed even more when she realized it was Hwanji at the door. Well, that was certainly a good luck. Who didn't respect a boss who they found asleep at the front desk? She quickly straightened herself out. "I was just... meditating. It helps me come up with potion recipes." That sounded believable, right? "It's been a bit dead this morning."

[wdhwanji]

hwanji stifled a yawn as he jogged towards the magic tome. he'd woken up a bit later than usual, and was running behind on everything this morning. still exhausted from his bout of insomnia the previous night, he shook his head to wake himself up, moving towards the door. the bell chimed as he entered with a call, "sorry i'm late!"

hwanji jumped at maia's cry of wakefulness. immediately, he swallowed a grin, biting the inside of his cheeks in an attempt to not laugh at her. slowly, he pushed through the door. "i didn't mean to startle you," he apologized, scratching the back of his neck as he walked up to the counter like a customer.

at her explanation, he raised an eyebrow. "meditation? really?" he asked with half-feigned curiosity. he couldn't hide it any longer: the smile was starting to creep into his eyes, his lips quirking to the side. he leaned his elbows on the counter in front of him, glancing up at her playfully. "well, then. what kind of recipes are you thinking about?"

he let out a small sigh at her final words, nodding. the store hadn't been as busy as usual for the past few days. "i wonder why," he mused aloud, shrugging. "maybe we need more inventory? how long has it been since we got a new shipment?" he found it difficult to keep track of the days around this time of the month. things started to blur together.

[wdhwanji]

tsundoku // junha & hwanji

@wdjnh

[ tsundoku - (v.) the act of leaving a book unread after buying it ]

he inhales deeply, smiling as the bitter scents of wood and paper hit his sharp nose. nothing can compare to the smell of books and their shelves. it's one of his favorite things about working at the magic tome. shelf after shelf, filled to the brim with novels: paper and ink, world after world of knowledge, just waiting to be absorbed.

the shop is empty, no one but him inside. it sits in silence, waiting for customers almost as eagerly as the volumes inside its structure. maia had told hwanji where she was going, she was doing something, but he can't remember what. doesn't matter; he has the bookstore to himself.

pulling a tome off the shelf, he settles back behind the counter. someday, he's promised himself, he will read everything inside these four walls. someday, he will know everything.

but perhaps that day is not today.

the door bell chimes, signaling the entrance of a customer. "welcome in!" hwanji greets, fingers still running longingly over the cover of the book sitting in front of him. the urge to just crack open the cover and start reading is strong, and he tears his gaze away with a sigh. slowly, he glances up to the person in front of him, smiling politely. "can i help you?"

[barkjunhee]

Jun - ‘Changer’ M/V Behind

Bonus: 

[wdhwanji]

anniversary // open starter

the surf laps quietly at his bare feet. absentmindedly, he retracts their length, curling his knees towards his chest. he is lost in thought, eyes focused nowhere in particular.

memories flash before his eyes. easy smiles, nervous laughter, diversions—then, morphing, to cruelty: the smiles sharpen into fangs dripping with anticipation. the laughter turns to frantic pleading as the fangs close in, searching for the sweet kiss of flesh—

he shudders, unable to rouse himself from the waking nightmare. no, instead, he's forced to sit there on the warm evening sand, on the banks of jeju, reliving the worst moment of his life. it's not often he comes all the way out to the beach, as it's really too far from his home as well as the store, but other times, necessity calls. (it's also rarely populated, making it a great place to hide away from others if he requires…isolation.)

the memory continues, and he shuts his eyes, trying to block out the worst of it. this has the opposite effect, however, only serving to intensify the feelings. for a moment, he swears he is dead; breath catching in his throat as the world goes dark.

it takes him a tad too long to start again, gasping for air as his eyes peel open. his hand flies to his chest, rubbing the thick knot of healed skin that runs over his scar, almost in spite of himself. he lets out a quiet curse under his breath, running his other hand through his hair. it sticks up in icy blue peaks unintentionally and he gives a deep sigh. 

his gaze sharpens, refocusing on the ocean surf. something about the noise is comforting, as it pulls at the sand ahead of him. perhaps it reminds him of home, in some way. the sway of the tide matches the racing pulse of his heart, heightened by his flashback moments prior. 

as dusk creeps further into the sky, he suddenly glances up, startled. the waters were so loud that, even with his enhanced hearing, he'd somehow missed the person who now stood in front of him approaching. that unsettles him, the idea that someone had managed to get this close without him noticing. 

"apologies," he murmurs, ducking his head in acknowledgment—and to hide his embarrassment. "i didn't notice you approach. i was just on my way out."

[wdhwanji]

// connections

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

- a backstabber. new or past connection; open to all. someone who he trusted. someone who turned on him. someone who he would do anything to avoid.

- a rival. new connection; open to hunters. someone who he immediately gets bad vibes from. someone that he’d prefer to avoid, but just can’t seem to get away from.

- a friend. new or past connection; open to all. someone he’s warm with. someone he likes. someone he can just be his awkward, goofy, talkative self around.

- a family. past connection; open to all. someone who he will protect with his whole life. someone who he’s willing to fight the world for. someone he will get into conflicts to save.

- a rock. past connection; open to anyone. someone to rely on. someone to tell the things that he can’t tell anyone else. the only one that knows about how he fled from seoul.

- a newcomer. all new connections are welcomed with open arms. please give me connections and plot ideas. i’m so excited for my little werewolf dude.

[wdhwanji]

// bio

Seo Hwanji -  age: 27 species: werewolf affiliation: nam pack occupation: worker at magic tome gender: cis man pronouns: he/him mbti: ? alignment: ? fc: park junhee

***

DESCRIPTION:

upon first observation, he is a quiet figure, face all sharp angles and lines. happiest when left alone, he carries with him tranquility beyond his years. sharp brown eyes with a piercing gaze that catches on everything they land on. he has an inordinate amount of patience, rarely getting riled up except about those he cares for. an air of sagacity, he remains neutral on all topics, avoiding conflict at every turn, to the exclusion of all else. always polite, always willing to assist; but very rarely trusting.

get a bit closer and you realize that the lines soften into curves. the corners of his mouth turned up like barbed wire, defensively protecting the facade. that sharp gaze is just an observant stare, keeping an eye out for anything that may be dangerous. that serenity turns into nerves, anxiety bigger than one might expect. always making jokes, keeping a solid wall of humor between him and the person across from him. conversations feel like drowning; ready at any instant for things to go the wrong way. focused so intently on the talk that jokes posed to him lose all meaning. simply poised to run, his fight or flight long ago broken. only one option for him now.

for those that do manage to peel back the skin of his onion, the whole demeanor is altered. though socially inept he may be, he has a wealth of knowledge available to him at any given moment; not quite an eidetic memory but certainly a sharp one. talkative: things he’s learned from books or just from his unstable life, he could go on for hours and hours about random things. the humor is discarded, conversing much easier now that he feels he can talk freely. the anxiety is a defensive mechanism, dropped only when he feels comfortable—consider yourself lucky.

(if you have the audacity to take advantage of him when he’s at his most vulnerable, he will never forget it, and you will regret the day you chose to make that decision.) 

HISTORY:

when hwanji lived in seoul, he was much more excitable and social. necessity has forced him to pull a mask over that now, but when he was younger, he was quite popular. he would regularly roam his neighborhood, making conversation with anyone he could. as he grew older, he became more mischievous, often getting into trouble and hanging out with people that could be considered “rabble-rousers” or troublemakers. gambling, fighting—he did it all, and enjoyed every minute of it. rebellion was invigorating to him.

eventually, hwanji’s luck ran out. he ended up on the wrong side of one of the larger gangs in the neighborhood, landing himself in deep debt. being the type of person he was, he didn’t realize right away just how much of an issue this was. instead, he tried to avoid paying up, and managed to smooth-talk his way out of many a dangerous situation. unfortunately, that didn’t work for long; something hwanji wasn’t aware of was that one of the gang members was a werewolf. the boys ambushed him on the night of his 17th birthday, leaving him to die in an alleyway.

of course, he didn’t die. life couldn’t have been that simple.

After his turning, hwanji fled to jeju, seeking protection from those that still chased him. ever since, he’s lived a quiet life with the nam pack, trying to weather out the increasing tension between the packs. he dislikes talking about the war, and even more hates discussing the current standings around the island. he’s almost what you could call old-fashioned: he believes in the peace treaties that jeju was protected by, and is often frustrated when the other (especially the younger) people don’t understand it. he has never forgotten the dangers that await him back in seoul, and isn’t too keen to travel back any time soon. he’s no fool—he knows that a reckoning is coming between the two werewolf packs—but he doesn’t want to think about it nor deal with it. 

he doesn’t offer up the information that he is a werewolf. if you noticed, then congratulations to you, and he doesn’t go out of his way to hide it. but if you don’t pick up on the telltale signs, he certainly isn’t going to be the one to inform you of them. and, what with the security of werewolves quickly declining thanks to the moves from the kang pack, he isn’t eager to change that habit.

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