𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝙎𝙐𝙉

geum taeyang. imugi.

[wdtaeyang]

howdy friends! it's ya boy nin with golden sun man, geum taeyang the flying axolotl joke imugi. i haven't rped in a hecking long while so i'm very excited to be here and hopefully will get the opportunity to write with y'all. i'll have a summary of his life underneath, but in the meantime pls consider liking this pathetic attempt of an intro and i'll belly flop straight into your dms 🐬

bio – plots

BADLY SUMMARISED BIO

the imugi known as the golden sun originated from the geum river, spent a lot of his time stalking humans from the river and eventually the human children would approach him and befriend him– telling him stories

he eventually likes the humans because they're nice to him and do offerings for him cause imugi tingz and then down the line, hunters tried to extract his golden scales and horns

. in a rage, ya boy drowned them and from there, his villain arc began and now he's distrusting of everyone and everything, especially towards humans

he doesn't talk much, mainly cause it is what it is– golden sun man thinks talking is a waste of time and that people's true intentions are in their actions and not their words

his river dries the heck up and he ends up in jeju being an aquarist cause he likes fish and fish like him and also a park ranger on the weekends because yes, nature

POTENTIAL PLOTS

ngl i have nothing in mind but i just wanted to fit in cause y'all built different with your plot ideas in your intros

i'm down for anything, uncles, grandmas, cousins, hidden side pieces, cough drop dealers, besties, enemies, exes, sisters twice removed– anything

that's it from me besties 🤠

[wdsohui]

sohui would have felt just downright mortified if the male that had walked in had simply walked in and kept his mouth shut. but that was if , and as a sordid matter of fact, he had not.

any ounce of mortification mixed with remorse at letting a stranger chance in upon her naked visage wipes clean as soon as he utters his next words, her ears prickling as they turn red from indignance.

what kind of fish are you? silverfish? mackeral? or tuna?

"fish?!" she screeched, red colouring her porcelain skin as she practically shot out of the water, irises blown wide in a mix of horror and fury. "me?! a fish?!" she spluttered, gesturing to herself, before yelping and ducking back into the water with a splash, finally remembering that she was as naked as day and quickly squatting back down with a grumble. "i'm a..." she squinted, wondering if for a hot second, it was more proper to play along with whoever he thought she was like. if it was a fish then fine. a fish it would be. "a shark." she bared her teeth at him, as though the very visage itself would be terrifying rather than strangely comedic. "no, but honestly, i'm human." she sweats as she lies right through her teeth, feeling tempted to look away from the male's eyes right there and then.

the water laps over her body, giving sohui the well needed sense of reassurance as she gave another sigh of exasperation and gestured towards him mildly.

"do you mind?" she huffed, clearly miffed at her bathing time having been disturbed in such a way. "...i'd like to...get dressed. unless of course, you're a perv." she narrowed her eyes in his direction once again, muttering under her breath as she slowly inched her way towards the shore.

[wdtaeyang]

the sudden yelp in response sends a ringing through his delicate ears, he retreats as she extends above the water's surface, a hand moving to shield over his eyes. "agh! you indecent fish! cover yourself, what are you? some sort of siren fish? what the fuck?" he wants to gag but fights the urge to throw up, it's been a while since he has had any experience such as this and it's mortifying.

as he hears the sound of rippling, assuming she had retreated as much as he. digits slowly moving to peer through fingers, "a shark?" he laughs, arms crossing before him, "yea right, and i'm a dinosaur." rolling his eyes, forearms extending in front of him in attempts of imitating a tyrannosaurus rex. "a human?" he resumes his squatting position by the edge of the river, "really?" he lets his eyes wonder her features once more, he more concerned by the sheen that painted her silver than any bodily anatomy she carried. brave of him to say, as his own golden stained flesh glittered beneath the afternoon rays.

"i'm going to conclude that you're a fish person." he settles with a nod.

confusion lacing his features for a moment, "mind what?" wide-eyed with puzzlement. "no one wants to look at your fish parts, you indecent tuna." rolling his eyes, before pushing himself back onto his feet, turning his back towards her. giving her some sense of privacy, "what kind of freak bathes in the middle of a river in the middle of the day? not a human." he adds, persistent on trying to get a confession out of her.

[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!”

[wdtaeyang]

sight seeing at this hour was obviously not ideal. the thought flickers into a rampant flame as he feels his senses heighten at the potential threat of danger. footsteps come to a halt, feeling the tinge of excitement scrape by the wayside to his right and he feels the looming presence of adrenaline digging into his palms. an impatient growl whistles through the alleyway and he is quick to feel the brush of claws and fangs swipe by his temple. digits move to investigate the impact, a mere scratch - a little disappointed that he was touched at all. a sigh leaving him, his night had been ruined.

if it weren't for the promises he had handed to sohui, as empty as he had thought they were - it now felt wrong to have a hairy throat intertwined between his fingers. he lets go as soon as the thought of sohui surfaces. "... you're lucky." my mutters with a scoff, a whimper follows as the threat retreats back to whichever hole it emerged from.

though the fun hadn't stopped there, on the far end of the alleyway he could sense a similar threat. he starts to bark, attempting to mimic the hellhounds, in hopes of attracting them but sorely fails. he breaks into a fit of laughter, a deep contrast to the barking only several seconds prior. he forgets about his promise to sohui - to not go about mercilessly beating others for the sake of his entertainment and vengeance.

and it doesn't take long before his feet takes him to the looming shadows on the other end, the voice yelling back baffles him slightly - unsure of what was going on. the thought dies down just as quickly as the fist that threatens to lunge at him. "what'd you do to these guys?" turning to her slightly, an arm securing the neck of a hunter that struggles before him. "what are these? wolves? hunters? the homeless?"

[wdtaeyang]

“you’re kind of an ugly crier.”

"and you're kind of ugly—" he retorts, a little too quickly and defensively that the pause in his words come a little too late. it was always 'a little too' something. he was either always a little too impatient, a little too harsh, a little too generous, a little too— "...hey, i didn't mean it like that— it was a joke. sohui, it was a joke."

palms coming to rub aggressively at tear torn eyes, darkened hues that glistened with a film of sadness as he nudges the tiny fish coffin off by the shore, allowing it to travel downstream. and he hopes his little buddy puddles would find peace and guidance into fish heaven.

he thought crying would fill the pit inside of him, the crater that left his soul empty— though, it doesn't take long for him to realise that he hadn't shed tears in over a millennium, that now the attempt itself made him appear more hideous than intended. the stiff upper lip, the unmoving brows that kept the same position above squinting hues that would mimic the movement of his pathetic attempt of wailing in pain.

she had a point. he was an ugly crier— was he going to agree with her? absolutely not, not over his dead body.

"don't make that face. it was a joke, sohui." he didn't have to take a glance at her to know the exact expression she had painted over her features.

[wdtaeyang]

WDMAIALEN

having seen her reaction, gaze averting as if in attempts to mediate the situation. perhaps he was being too hard on the other, but the thought quickly settles as she speaks again. this time, a chuckle huffs passed his lips, "los angeles?" he repeats, "what? are you lost?" it had been a while since he had allowed himself to travel out passed the imaginary walls of comfort that he had set up for himself. walls that felt as though they were caving in by the day, taunting him to leave. coaxing him to venture out into the wilderness and taste the air of recklessness again. temptation testing him every day that he breathes in the familiar air of isolation.

"taeyang." a digit raises to point at the blue canvas overhead, clouds painting the sky, "like the sun." he adds, a smirk tugging at his corners.

if anyone knew what homesick was, it would be him. the agonising pain that etched itself inside of him, yearning to venture back home to where his rivers once flowed. to embrace the streams that once nurtured him, nostalgia lacing the tip of his forefinger as it dabbles on the edge of the water once more.

"tell me about it. i came out here cause i was homesick too." a sigh leaving him, "tough." his gaze meeting with hers again, "why don't you go back home then? it's only a flight away, no?"

[wdtaeyang]

WDJNH

that much he had figured, numerous nights had he clocked in with a container ready to scoop the tiny fish off to a safer haven in the wilderness. but even then, the thought stops as he was unsure if the tiny thing could assimilate properly into the waters outside of its confines. the thought clouding his reverie, saddens the skies that painted the canvas a muddy blue. the sharks and serpents were more down his alley of knowledge, a digit raising to rest against the glass as his gaze trails up the feeding area atop the tank. maybe tonight's the night he pulls the heist.

the thought is interrupted as the other speaks again, "huh, i had a feeling." reaffirmed by the other's statement of it getting worse at night. he doesn't patrol these parts of the aquarium as regularly as he would like, but life isn't fair - evident through the fish's testimony.

a chuckle leaving from smirked corners at the other's comment, "crazy how their hierarchy is dependent on who's the most aggressive." odd how their kind was named after a clown, having spent hours of previous shifts sprawled across the aquarium floor, the reflective ceiling of moving water prancing overhead. as if it were taunting him, as if threatening the nostalgia that bled deep within his veins, a cerulean maze of a special kind of yearning for a home lost to those too greedy to satiate their rapacity.

"tell me who's bullying him." he turns to the other finally, knowing full well how much of a lunatic he must be sounding. not only was he going around not providing the agreed upon excellent customer service skills he was to showcase, but now he was supposed communicating with fish. a sigh leaving him, "listen, i may be insane but i'm not going to let my little buddy here die because some stupid fish are giving him a hard time." another sigh, "and you're a vet or whatever... go do your thing and talk to it telepathically - i don't fucking know."

[wdtaeyang]

WDJNH

that much he had figured, numerous nights had he clocked in with a container ready to scoop the tiny fish off to a safer haven in the wilderness. but even then, the thought stops as he was unsure if the tiny thing could assimilate properly into the waters outside of its confines. the thought clouding his reverie, saddens the skies that painted the canvas a muddy blue. the sharks and serpents were more down his alley of knowledge, a digit raising to rest against the glass as his gaze trails up the feeding area atop the tank. maybe tonight's the night he pulls the heist.

the thought is interrupted as the other speaks again, "huh, i had a feeling." reaffirmed by the other's statement of it getting worse at night. he doesn't patrol these parts of the aquarium as regularly as he would like, but life isn't fair - evident through the fish's testimony.

a chuckle leaving from smirked corners at the other's comment, "crazy how their hierarchy is dependent on who's the most aggressive." odd how their kind was named after a clown, having spent hours of previous shifts sprawled across the aquarium floor, the reflective ceiling of moving water prancing overhead. as if it were taunting him, as if threatening the nostalgia that bled deep within his veins, a cerulean maze of a special kind of yearning for a home lost to those too greedy to satiate their rapacity.

"tell me who's bullying him." he turns to the other finally, knowing full well how much of a lunatic he must be sounding. not only was he going around not providing the agreed upon excellent customer service skills he was to showcase, but now he was supposed communicating with fish. a sigh leaving him, "listen, i may be insane but i'm not going to let my little buddy here die because some stupid fish are giving him a hard time." another sigh, "and you're a vet or whatever... go do your thing and talk to it telepathically - i don't fucking know."

[wdtaeyang]

WDSOOYUN

the trail should be empty by now. the sun was setting and the glimpses of the evening zephyr was incoming, feeling the brisk breeze scathing gently by his temples. ebony strands tousled as digits would move to rake them back into position, having just guided an elderly couple back on track and onto the right pathway home. the silvery tones adorning the perimeter of creased cheeks and foreheads, smile lines that were evident of a life worth living - a good one, a fun one, one filled with happiness. what was that like? finding the corners of his lips perking up with subtlety. he couldn't help but feel a sense of warm reignite within him, withering away at his hostility.

the clothes hanging from his shoulders evidence enough of who he was, taking strides to ensure everyone was beginning to head off. whoever refused would be participating in a game of trophy hunting, whereby the rivers of hallasan would run red, ripe with disobedience. a sport he participated well in, hands dyed a bruised tint of sanguine that not even the shades of his bleached bones could rip them off from his scales of gold.

and he spots another hiker, a delayed nod in response to the other's greeting only to be met with a face filled with tears. he couldn't help the disgust that instinctively tugged across his features, mortified by the outcome of this meeting. a hand extends for a moment before withdrawing, deciding that perhaps it's singular pat on her shoulder would not help in the slightest and might even warrant as harassment.

"am i that ugly? well, shit..." a sigh leaving him, if this was the response that she was giving him as a grown adult, he now understood why every child would burst out in tears at the sight of him. he was hideous, inside and out. "uhh - do you... uhh, need help?" the disgust on his features subsiding to an awkward pull of his corners, "it's not that safe out here at this time." he adds, in attempts to make up for his prior expression, taking a glimpse of her features - a sense of familiarity rings within him but a name does not appear in his reverie.

he freezes for a moment, a slight crease imprints in between his brows and something flickers within him, the same flicker of ash within him ignites into a flame. it burns with familiarity and leaves a trail of longing - nostalgia was the feeling his soul yearned for but he blames it on the river flowing beside. he doesn't remember much other than having seen red, a deep deep shade of red - one that painted his skies so dark that not even the sun could penetrate through the walls of crimson. as if engulfed by a flame of hatred so agonising that all he could remember was screaming, screaming for her to run, to get away, to not let the hunters lay a finger on her. he would be the sacrifice to keep those within his river safe - and he remembers having his scales pried off one by one, restrained by chains.

then - he remembers black, he remembers being surrounded by sacks of organs, a deserved fate for attempting to test the godless serpent.

"you're okay." more of a reassurance that within his presence, she was going to be okay.

[wdtaeyang]

"you could've died, you know..."

her features appeared different beneath the moonlit sky, a sense of familiarity flickers beneath layers of apathy within his starless reverie. a sky full of stars, yet none shone in his own – a world so enveloped by tenebrosity that he couldn't even see his own digits before him.

sightless were his eyes, and senseless were his hands attempting to grasp for a safety net – though nothing came to reassure him. he was left to his own demise, to face his own inner scrimmage and confront the plaguing pain of having both his scales pried from his flesh and his horns scathed and chiseled to deformity. a fist balls up unbeknownst to him, almost instinct at the sudden anger that grits at his teeth but his darkened hues remain deceivingly calm.

her words only making him feel more bitter, only brings up more scarring memories that flood his reverie. languid were his usual movements, contrasting the bee hive that was his mind. trapping him within the confines of reinforced cages that shackled him down by hatred and he was nothing like the glimmering light of hope the sun symbolised. he was the burning hatred, the obnubilating flame of unspoken agony, the insatiable hunger for blood shed – nothing like the name he was given.

golden were his scales, though no longer – as they scatter with irregularity on both his arms and neck. he must look crazy with how he's staring at her without much purpose, fist balled with gritted teeth.

finally, his gaze falls to his feet. "i wish i had died." he almost pleads, gaze softening momentarily. the indifference breaks from his voice, his facade fades for a moment and for a moment – he felt liberated, he felt vulnerable and yet... he felt disgusted. "it would have been easier than dealing with this shit." his tone changes again, attempting to correct the previous as outstretched arms move to show her the scarring on both – missing scales and a lost soul.

[wdtaeyang]

WDYONG

mountain ranges and water ways that weave throughout the park, like threads that bleed through the cerulean channels within his palms. it was safe to say that he knew them well, well enough that not even the enveloping darkness of dusk could lead him astray. he felt safe within the confines of the parklands, a vast contrast to the person that he used to be – finding both fear and indignation carving deep into his insides, a core rotting with a drive for vengeance. insatiable was the urge that he had to crush ivory in between bloodied knuckles, but alas – though it simmers, it also settles.

and he remembers holding a blade, all too familiar betwixt digits that were craving retribution for the iniquity shown amongst his kind by the hunters. the fury burns through him and it a split of second, everything dissipates to obsidian, swallowed up by a hatred so rampant that the blade slips from in between his grasped. he feels it carve in between flesh, then it falls – a suppressed curse slips pass his lips as a sigh. a foot planted on the other's wound, a careless shove of his limb, hearing the impact against the water as he hurriedly makes haste for hiding. too driven by anger that his digits begin to glimmer with gold.

disposition unchanged, though he learns to better manage his anger – or at least he thinks. improvement.

the breeze tousles his strands gently, footsteps not too concerned with where they're heading. though, the voice catches him off guard, gaze directing to the other by the water's edge, a brow raising slightly in response. he lets his darkened hues trail the other's actions, but before he could say anything – the other had already admitted to his actions. "does this look like a petting zoo?" moving an arms length beside the other, he squats down and allows his own digits to fall onto the surface of the river. his words contradicting his motions, "they've already been fed not too long ago." he decides to add.

he turns to eye the other, "you're not planning on stealing the fish are you?" allowing his gaze to trail down to the other's digits, "i might have to kill you if you do. parkland rules." he tries to add in jest, though his tonality is anything but.

[wdtaeyang]

WDMAIALEN

he wasn't sure how effective this was going to be. luring in fish with nothing but the gentle dabble of digits against the ever-serene surface of water. fingertips creating tiny ripples that would coax even tinier fish to approach. perhaps, it was his aura – altruism only in the presence of nature and it's fauna, that drew in it's wildlife.

he feels his knuckle scathe pass numerous scales, the subtle flickering against his skin reminding him of his own – or at least, what's left of it. his gaze trailing down to the arm that was plastered by a thick fabric, encasing wounds that would never heals, scars that would never fade and discolouration that would never change. a special kind of anger lights inside of him, gaze unknowingly narrowing in as a subtle crease paints across his brows.

the sudden voice takes him by surprise, darkened hues widening slightly as they move to meet with other. simultaneously, his digits freeze, feeling the tiny scales all scrambling away beneath the surface of the water's edge. a sigh leaving him.

"you scared all my fish away." disappointment lacing his words, "this isn't a hobby is it? scaring fish?" a brow raises, "seems selfish." a snigger leaving him, impressed by his own pun, fighting the smirk that etches at his corners.

[thewickedxrp]

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“am i afraid of the dark? are you kidding me?”

“you shouldn’t be here. it’s too dangerous.”

“i just feel doomed, all of the time.”

“you’re kind of an ugly crier.”

“should i come back at a better time?”

“everyone i love dies.”

“take one more step forward and you’ll regret it.”

“you’re nothing but a monster.”

“i thought you really cared about me, but now i see i was wrong.”

“are you really going to leave me here without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

“i don’t hate you. i just don’t like that you exist.”

“what about a compromise? i’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were innocent, i’ll apologize later.”

“do you think i’m dumb enough to fall for that stupid move?”

“it was my fault for thinking you might care.”

“those things you said yesterday…did you mean them?”

“i’m okay, thank you. just please, stop talking to me.”

“to the night you’ll never remember!”

“it’s midnight, what do you want?”

“that’s a lot of blood.”

“don’t close your eyes.”

“i don’t feel safe letting you go off on your own in that state.”

“you couldn’t died, you know…”

[wdtaeyang]

WDSOHUI

steady hands pressed against a ball of strands beneath water, the struggling stops momentarily but the bubbles continue. it was almost muscle memory at this point. digits locking into their place, the stiff strain on his knuckles no longer a pain point of resistance but rather, he has built comfort in the disjointed way his ligaments were glued together. irregularity shaping his golden– guised by ivory flesh.

and he finally releases his victim with a sigh of relief, watches it float without purpose and assumes they'll be devoured by some mountain beast soon enough, much like all the others before it. a shrug follows, maintaining his stiffened shoulders as a veil of black befalls his frame.

he decides to finally retreat back into the comfort of the wilderness between the roots of the trees. the day's zephyr scathing gently by his temples, feeling a sense of calm washing over him like talons grazing a fresh wound. the adrenaline subsides but the bitterness remains heightened, no matter what he did– nothing would ever change the perfidy of human kind.

obsidian hues catch the glimmer of fabric by the water, careful footsteps leading him astray from the path of temporary ataraxy. a foot slithers through the dense greenery before the other would follow, arms raised with caution – prepared to throw punches and perhaps another head beneath water. ambitious.

clothes.

he stares for a moment at the heap by his feet, then up at the thing lingering nearby. he maintains his gaze, brows knitting slightly, "what... kind of fish are you?" long limbs moving to a squat by the edge, forearms resting against his knees.

regular humans rarely ever indulge in such frivolous dives, this was no human – he works with the assumption that she's some sort of sea mammal unbeknownst to him. his gaze trails her features, attempting to find any identifiable mark of her species, "are you a silverfish or some sort of mackerel?" tracing the silver lining that subtly highlights her skin, "...tuna?" he whispers to himself.

[wdtaeyang]

WDJNH

the hazy glimmer of the aquarium lights befalling his surroundings, almost gleamed with phosphorescence as a knuckle lifts to tap gently against the thick glass of the tank. a feeling of easiness settles into his lungs, pupils adjusting as an obsidian screen stretches across tired hues. the golden shimmer of the once hopeful iris, fading alongside the inevitable truth that he too, would soon outlive these his new companions.

digits tapping in rhythm against the glass, a few curious eyes following, some seemed to trail along his fingertips – corners curling upwardly in amusement, more out of the warmth that gradually rekindles inside his charred lungs. this had always been his sanctuary, a safe space that allowed his mind to roam free – reverie cleansed of all things that tainted the silk of his psyche. though, it doesn't make him feel any less saddened by the thought that these animals were held captive – held against their own will. autonomy lost to the capturers in the guise of a sanctuary... his sanctuary. it felt wrong, of course it did but the innate feeling to nurture them was also overwhelming. a conflict of interest, an inner scrimmage that would make him question his principles.

though, inconsistency seemed to be his personality trait.

at a time like this, not many visit the aquarium. it allowed him time to deviate from his usual allocated position. and no matter how much time he would spend dwelling amidst the glass, the tiles glistening against the reflection of the water never ceased to bring him a sense of comfort. light, scarcely hitting the surface of the glass and with what little made it through – seemed to scintillate with a majestic glow.

then, then – he hears an all too familiar voice that echoes gently through the vicinity. a brow raising, not a word has left him yet presumptions of a voice were given to him. a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, unlike the other staff – he could care less what the visitors do, so long as they don't attempt to crack the glass and cause more casualties than necessary. as much as human casualties were encouraged, he wasn't sure if his fish friends would make through unharmed.

he didn't expect a chatterbox from the frequent that had one of his favourite fish wrapped around his finger, ill from his absence. a subtle frown warps at his features, "i'm afraid we aren't accepting complaints at the moment, we're running low on managers who care." a digit raising again, tapping gently against the glass, attempting to lure out his fish friend.

"that one's been sick for a while now." hands tucking into the compartments of his jacket, watching as the fish wobbles with an evident lack of strength towards the glass. "this is the liveliest i've seen it in the past week." gaze falling onto the other again– he must be the culprit.