* ╰ A MELANCHOLY-WORN SOUL MAKES ONES FOOTSTEPS FALL HEAVY ; and as soren hwang glissaded through the cool splendour of the darkened ju jak headquarter corridors at 1AM, the burdened sound of his gait communicated his sombre soul through fragmented, ricocheted echoes. the life of a HUNTER was oft one consumed by nocturnal habits ; with stake-outs, late-night raids, tactical strikes & brawls broken out under the cover of darkness. in the comings and goings of this tenebrous life, it was easy to simply forget one’s place in the world —— soren’s good intentions, his duplicitous fight for magi justice & his well-hidden desire for a better tomorrow all being obscured in the anonymous violence and vitriol of the job. AND YET, in the enemy, within the very den of wolves itself ; here at ju jak headquarters, soren had somehow found people that mattered to him —— people that kept the melancholy at bay ; people who kindled his humanity, tethering him back to what made him tender. unlikely as it was, hyun jitae was one such person —— and as soren knew well, he was a rather nocturnal soul himself.
“ KNOCK KNOCK, jitae. ” the hunter hummed ; voice worn with deep weariness yet a modicum of warmth —— the greeting falling through the air to reach the other hunter ; buried in the mountains of paperwork that came with the job. with a poorly curbed, affected simper, soren extended an arm to languorously flourish a small paper bag containing kimbap and some chocolate. “ —— i was swinging by to lock up a perpetrator for harbouring a magi fugitive, and i thought i’d bring you a bite. you need to eat. ” the tone laced throughout his words made it clear that this was a COMMAND, not a suggestion. but it was one of fondness, borne out of a crudely-concealed regard.
“ ….and before we start our recap of the top tracks that dominated the charts this year on kbs radio 2, here’s your official reminder to take an umbrella with you before going out this morning – it’s looking up to be another gloomy day here in seoul…. ”
early mornings always felt like a special kind of reward. there’s no crowd – no n o i s e. no people lounging on the sofas, loudly chatting over each other and the music while sipping on their lattes. the café’s empty, filled only with the quiet hum of the radio and the whirring of the machines as they warm up. and there, in front of the counter, soft vermillion scarf still slung over her shoulders and a mop in one hand – is the woman of the hour, right in the middle of a spectacular rendition of ailee’s i will show you. the crowd’s going absolutely WILD – they’re cheering as loudly as possible, they’re screaming her name, they’re –
the silver bell hung over the door chimes. the door opens. someone walks in.
it all happens in rapid succession – in her attempt to act normal, the femme trips over her mop, nearly knocks down her cup of hazelnut latte, and SOMEHOW manages to get part of the scarf tangled up in her hair. when she finally straightens herself up, her cheeks match the scarf ( that now lies forgotten on the closest armchair ) and the look on her face is nothing short of comical.
“ uh – hi, sorry, we’re not quite – we’re not open yet. we will be soon – in a bit – in a couple of minutes, really, ten at most. you’re welcome to sit – well, anywhere you’d like. OH! – and the pastries are warm, if you’d like something to nibble on while waiting. yeah. ”
she rambles when she’s embarrassed – in case you couldn’t already tell.
* ╰ MORNING OPENED, and across the lips of its part-kiss, part-devouring, soren hwang sojourned through sunrise-coloured streets & peach-dusted rooftops of haneul ( as if hoping that as the city began to flood with light & colour, so too would the shadowed, buried deep chamber of his soul ).
COLD HANDS, COLD HEART —— cold-blooded creature that he had become, the young hunter yearned for a place of warmth, when a flash of BRIGHT VERMILLION ( ! ) caught soren’s attention ; gaze snapping to the left to inspect the burst of colour’s source. dark brown hues scrutinised the quaint frame of a familiar female through a dimly lit café window ; all 167cm of her singing, carefree, as if no one was watching. but alas ! there was someone there, and a gentle smile filled in soren’s features as he placed the girl’s face to her name ——
“ hyejin-ssi. ” the address echoed with no mere modicum of kindliness, the male dipping his head in a wordless apology for the intrusion as he stepped into the café. “ i didn’t mean to startle you —— i just caught a glimpse of you through the window & thought it would be quite unforgivable for me not to have brought you my greetings. ” GRACEFUL being that he was ( brutal fists had shaped him as such ), soren seemed to close the distance between he and hyejin with a few small strides, picking up the mop & leaning it against the nearest counter in a bid to keep his new companion safe ( if the whirlwind of commotion that had occurred just moments before were any indication, she seemed to have a knack for clumsy mishaps ).
“ did you need some help opening this place up ? —— i’d be glad to trade some labour for your kind company. ”
* ╰ tumblr’s really out here just tryna’ put my baby in a corner ?? and * patrick swayze vc * NOBODY PUTS BABY IN A CORNER —— so injeong’s intro isn’t showing up in the tag but hopefully this will !!
* ╰ GOOD MORNING, LOVELIES !!!! —— it’s edie, BACK @ IT AGAIN, here to introduce you to my misery boy who looks so sweet,,,, my darling son who’s endured enough pain to last one-thousand lifetimes,,,,,,,,,,, my brokenhearted n angsty #TRAITORBOI who makes me want to cRY on the regular,,,,,,,, the one, the only, SOREN HWANG !!!!!!!!! if you’d like to plot, please give this post a like ?! & without further ado, here’s soren :~))))))))
* ╰ APPLICATION ——
☾*✧･ﾟ:*「 chae hyungwon. cismale. he/him. 」did you know that there’s a human in seoul named soren hwang? they have been here for the past seven years and they are a hunter ( undercover informant for hyeon mu, as a magi ally ). they are currently twenty-five and is a part of the ju jak. i heard that they are known to be beguiling, but worry not ! i heard they are also very shrewd too. remember to stay out of trouble, the magi are lurking around every corner ! ( edie, 22, she/her, aedt. )
** triggers : murder, physical + psychological abuse, a poorly written intro ???
NOTE : THIS INTRO, LIKE INJEONG’S, IS TREMENDOUSLY LONG ?? ( LEGIT, upwards of 2500 words ), so i’ve got a TL;DR at the end ! + i’ve decided that i’ll be posting soren’s stats + wanted connections in a separate post b/c this is already way too heckin’ long !!!!! jfiwejfoewfw
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* ╰ THE BEGINNING ( 0-16 years old ) ——
born to a man of pure humanity & pure hate, and a woman whose callous cruelty was the manifestation of the need to prove herself, soren hwang’s childhood days held a mirror to the tragedies of the dark fairytales he grew up reading.
pure of lineage & hollow of heart, the sacred house that soren is born into is neither a hearth nor a home. marble walls and marble floors, the mansion that keeps young master hwang imprisoned is cold & unfeeling ; a place of sorrow which brings about a perpetual state of lovelessness & severity. each large, empty room ricochets every sound into the next ; so woes and heartaches cried out in the dead of night are delivered into trembling palms that catch them —— silencing, suffocating, salt tears slipping through fingertips.
the days are long and the nights, even longer. soren hwang drifts from day to day like a woebegone ghost, leaving no trace behind but the feelings of resentment, loneliness & melancholy that brew violently within the tempest of his heart. “ you’re a descendant of pure human lineage. you’re a hwang. you are above, & everyone and everything else in the world lies below. ” . . . but being at the top of the world is so horribly, maddeningly lonely. taught to hate hate hate, the boy —— full of love —— mutates into something dark & dangerous. soren can only ever muster the heart to find hate for himself, though ; himself & his own blood —— his mother, his father, the sacred humanity that courses through his veins and whispers delusions of grandeur and superiority to those around him.
lonely, lonely, lonely ; rage, fire, rage. soren loathes his bloodline for their false superiority, he yearns for the world outside these towering walls —— he wants to know of life beyond the hate, learn of magi and of magic ; people and places wild & free —— within this world of hollow humanity he is a body without a soul. WHAT USE IS PURE HUMANITY WHEN YOU HAVE A HOLLOW HEART ?
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shin eunae and hwang kangdae ( soren’s parents ) are descended from two great families of pure human lineage. in the joseon era, the shin and hwang families were in the forging fires of JU JAK, and since that warring time the two families have been producing an elite breed of hunters bred on hatred ; led through life solely by a desire to eradicate the earth of all magi existence. it is into this labyrinthine madness and fear of the other that SOREN HWANG is born ; living out the beginning of his life in a high-end, exclusive, gated community hidden away in the fjords of norway —— a lavish community where residents all descended from families of pure human & hunter lineage.
since their entire lives have been built around hate, eunae and kangdae aren’t great at parenting ????? like all other children, soren was born into the world crying, but —— hate-surrounded child that he was —— soren was never shown the slightest sliver of the affection nor adoration that he needed to ever stop crying ( eunae and kangdae wyd ????? ) soren spends all his days alone ; away from his mother and father who are constantly at high hunter society strategy meetings and galas, and the only company he has to share in are that of his nannies and governesses.
corporal punishment was a big thing growing up in the hwang mansion. beatings were regular occurrences, and were used whenever soren disappointed his parents even in the slightest ( examples include : soren not performing well enough in his hunter aptitude exams, questioning his parents’ mantras of hate, and sneaking out of the mansion late at night to gaze at the stars and dream about running away ). eunae and kangdae’s rationale for using these severe, physical methods of punishment was that they were sure they’d be able to discipline their son into a well-behaved, polite & chivalrous man, just ripe for an arranged pureblooded human marriage !!!!! ://///// unluckily for them, their methods had the opposite effect ; and soren grew embittered & hollow —— a tempest in a palace of glass.
it’s mostly because of how frankly terrible eunae and kangdae were as parents that soren eventually decided to take the route of being a traitor to the hunter / ju jak cause ??? yIKES ( BUT MORE ON THAT LATER ! ) his parents always pontificated about how great and wonderful they were by right of their pure as heck human blood, but soren saw through all of that because of how badly he was treated by his own family, thus leading him to the conclusion that pure human blood didn’t equate to pure hearts ! case in point, his garbage can parents.
i reiterate. eunae and kangdae, wyd ???????
* ╰ LEARNING TO BREATHE ( 3-16 years old ) ——
A BABY BROTHER, STELLAN HWANG. at three, soren discovers what it means to love. it means to breathe again. there’s a skinny little thing at soren’s side, and the oldest hwang holds out his hand to stellan. “ i promise to protect you from them all, i promise i won’t let them hurt you like they’ve hurt me. i promise you won’t be lonely. little brother, you can depend on me. ” soren holds onto stellan’s hand tight, and prays he is never forced to let go.
years down the track stellan’s hand slips & the bond breaks.
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when soren is three years old, his younger brother, stellan is born, saving soren from his loneliness. before stellan came along, soren cried, screamed & faded into black by himself, but now the boy’s heart was full of love. it is ultimately this love that leads to soren’s undoing ( but AGAIN, more on this l8r ! )
before stellan came along, soren was the only one being hurt. with no sense of self-worth —— in its place, only self hate —— soren never once thought to stand up for himself. he never loved himself, and so with only sadness and melancholy written into his blood & bones, he survived by resolving not to feel anything.
once his little brother came into the equation, everything changed. soren loved stellan more than life itself, and wanted to protect him from the horridness of eunae and kangdae desperately. as such, soren started acting out and misbehaving on purpose, hoping to incur all of his parents’ beatings and wrath so that their cruel tendencies were spent and exhausted, and stellan would be saved.
the trouble was, little did soren realise that in rebelling against the hwang family and its legacy, he effectively brought himself further and further away from stellan, despite it all being for the purpose of trying to protect him.
sad days :’(
* ╰ STARTING FIRES ( 16-18 years old ) ——
sixteen years old & running through the forests ; away from the gated, elite hunter community & the prison of the hwang mansion, soren feels so wonderfully alive. his footfalls are heavy and his lungs burn with the fires of fresh, free air, and amidst the exhilaration that courses through his veins soren nearly topples over a stranger —— a boy ( his eyes reflecting the same gaze of lostness, confusion, and helplessness that soren himself has felt and kept bottled up for so long ). AN APOLOGY, a long walk, and an impromptu dip into a fresh lake later, soren discovers that this boy’s name is eden —— and soren doesn’t know it yet, but eden is about to change the entire course of his life, forever.
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it’s so peculiar —— because eden makes soren laugh for the first time in what feels like years, and before soren fully understands what’s happening, he’s sneaking out of the hwang mansion in the small hours of every single morning to see eden ( his sunkissed blond locks and deep brown eyes complement soren’s so well that it’s almost as if their eyes were designed by the heavens to gaze upon each other of the rest of their lives ). tucked away in a tent by the hollow of a tree, kissing beneath a star-riddled sky ; soren suddenly has a sanctuary away from the rancid hate and hollow rhetoric that has plagued his life for sixteen long years ; a sanctuary that has taken the most unprecedented of forms : a boy who comes from an ancient line of norwegian magi —— a boy with a touch, a smile, and a voice that calms the tempest of soren’s soul. suddenly, finally, and hopelessly in love, soren doesn’t feel so terribly alone anymore.
* ╰ ENDINGS ( 18 years old ) ——
two years on and the melancholies of the past are exactly that ; in the past. in the embrace of eden’s tremendous warmth and light, soren begins to bloom —— leaving the carcass of rage, emptiness, and sorrow that he was born into, behind. two boys, so lonely & so miserable in a world filled with rage and hate had managed to find another another —— sharing hopes, dreams, lips, bodies ; oxygen, heartbeats & infinite affection —— lives entwined. two years of love ; then the sanctuary is DISCOVERED. the dream shatters.
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stellan ( concerned about soren’s strange behaviour and his long disappearances from the mansion ) decides to follow his older brother out of the mansion late one midnight ; down through the forest, off an untravelled track, and propelled forth towards the sight of a mysterious tent in the middle of the norwegian woods with only love for the brother that had protected him his entire life through. young & unpracticed, stellan does a slipshod job of covering his tracks —— and mere minutes later, an ever watchful eunae and kangdae, having followed stellan’s tracks, locate the tent in the middle of the woods ; catching their eldest son fraternising with a known magi target & sworn enemy.
BLOOD RED ROSES BLOOMING, THE BEGINNING OF THE REST OF SOREN’S LIFE STARTS WITH THE SOUND OF A BULLET. SCREAMING, A BODY BROKEN, AGONY SEARING —— FADE TO BLACK.
soren awakes to the sight of his lover standing over him with a smile. brown eyes fill with tears of relief & a chest so sore it could burst begins to shake with sobs. the tears clear soren’s vision ; and as he becomes more lucid, the vision of his lover fades away. ALONE IN A HOSPITAL ROOM, back in the gated community, the boy scrambles to recollect the series of events that led to his arrival here ; something buried deep in the labyrinth of his mind unsettling, warning him, letting him know that he’s not ready to remember.
the medics don’t look him in the eye, and the every person who comes to visit soren reeks of a sickening mixture of sympathy, pity & disgust. everything is raw, and horrid, and lonely, and soren can’t quite figure out the reason behind why his heart feels so terribly broken.
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after three sleepless days, soren is visited by stellan ( nerve-wracked & guilt-ridden ), and with misery-steeped chords, soren’s younger brother relays to him the chain of events that led to his broken body & weakened soul.
stellan admits to soren how it was all his fault —— he tells soren of how, because of him, he and eden had been caught kissing among the flowers. he tells soren of how their father and mother had discovered them —— rage filled & seeing red, and then he tells soren of how their father had murdered the only person soren had ever truly loved with the scream of a bullet ; and when his rage had still not been satisfied, in a fury, he turned on his own son with brutal fists ; their mother restraining stellan so that he couldn’t intervene.
THE WOUND IS TOO GREAT —— it always has been & it won’t heal, and soren’s cries rip through the hospital like a scream of agony —— his tears make him tremble so violently he feels as if he were a rainstorm shook by lightning.
* ╰ A NEW BEGINNING ( 19-25 years old / present ) ——
the recovery is a long & arduous one. knees grazed scarlet —— every night, soren PRAYS. he prays for his lover to be at peace, he prays for his family to suffer pain, and he prays for the strength to FIGHT ; black, purple & blue covering every inch of his soft skin. mutilated, torn, tortured & etched away at, soren is alive, but he is nothing but a hollow body ; a home for little more than an agonised, sorrow-drenched soul. he needs a cause to give him meaning, he needs a light in the dark ... but, misery & melancholy, so terribly alone ; eden’s gone, eden’s gone —— and he’s never coming back.
BROKEN BONES & A SHATTERED HEART, THE BOY BATTLES HIS DEMONS every second of every day. once the long, tireless battle for his soul is won, soren’s attention turns to the war he desires to rage on hunter high society. he knows doesn’t belong there ; that isn’t his world —— he was forged in a fire at the heart of a tempest, made strong by eden, made strong with love. with resolve, and the memory of his lost lover tucked away in the chamber of his broken heart, soren knew that it was now his calling to burn hunter society down & bring the hwang dynasty to its knees.
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“ i was led astray by how handsome that dead magi boy was —— he must have worked some kind of dark, devilish sorcery on me. ”
the lie about eden sits heavy on his lips, and the words would feel like a betrayal if soren weren’t uttering them for the greater purpose of infiltrating hunter society & ultimately saving other magi, just like eden, from the hands of organised murder.
“ can you believe that there are people fighting for magi rights ? disgusting. the very thought of them makes my skin crawl. ” such utterances are exchanged over canapes and bottles of champagne, & soren wades through the glitz and glamour of it all, never for a moment disarmed by the glittering, deceptively bright lure of hunter high society –— eternally waging war against it, but secretly, secretly. under the diamond embedded chandeliers the silk necktie soren wears feels like a noose, but even still, he feigns a smile and blinds everyone with his beguiling charm, hoping to deceive so that no one will pry into the affairs of his secret heart.
and so the years pass & darken, and before too long it seems as if the perceived sins of soren’s past have been all but forgotten. having left norway, soren has sojourned his way back to his ancestral home —— the very locus of human / magi conflict ; haneul, seoul, south korea.
here, soren infiltrates JU JAK, where he’s been employed as a hunter for the human cause —— but beyond his sweet smile he’s lying to everyone around him ; feeding information to hyeon mu so that he might yet still save targeted magi from the wrath of hunters, paying penance for failing eden —— the lost love he thinks about with every waking moment.
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* ╰ TL;DR ! ——
soren is the oldest of two boys born into the hwang family ; a family descended from a lineage of pure human ancestry.
the hwang’s live in an exclusive, expensive, and privileged gated community for pureblooded human hunter families, hidden away in the fjords of norway.
despite the glitz and glamour of hunter high society, soren is not deceived & he sees the community around him for what it is : fuelled by hate and built upon a fear of the other.
soren’s parents, eunae and kangdae are strict, severe, and abusive ; often disciplining soren through physical means for any behavioural transgressions. soren, in a bid to look out for his younger brother, takes it upon himself to misbehave on purpose so that the brunt of his parent’s cruelties are expended upon him, thus sparing his younger brother from their abuse.
at sixteen, en route to run away for just one day, soren bumps into a boy named eden in the woods that surround the gated community. soren and eden fall in love over a two year time period, and within that time eden divulges to soren that he is from an ancient line of norwegian magi’s.
after being discovered with eden at the age of eighteen, soren’s father murders eden –— and from that day on, soren vows to wreak havoc upon hunter society.
shrewd, an exceptional liar, and a flawless actor, in the aftermath, soren pretends that, having learned from his ordeal with eden, he’s grown and changed to understand the error of his magi-accepting ways ; and thus he sows the seeds of his infiltration into ju jak.
seven years pass and soren’s now a hunter for ju jak ; beguiling, sly, and feeding hyeon mu information so that he might save targeted magi’s like he wasn’t able to with eden.
JIEOWJFIOWEJFOIWE THIS IS A MESS ! but if u like this post i’ll shimmy on over with my babe soren 2 pLOT w/ u !!!! ok bye
* ╰ GREETINGS & HULLO, i’m edie ( 22, she/hers, aedt ) & my cute lil woc ass is so gosh darn excited to be a part of this muh’heckin amazing group ?! i’m here with park injeong ( and hwiyoung’s heaven-sent face ????? can i get an amen ???? ) ; a #softboi with a rrrrruff past who i’ll be introducing to you all right down below !!!!
DISCLAIMER : this ???????? is a heckin’ 1000-page novel. 2 ur left u will find refreshments n water —— pls stay hydrated whilst you read thru this !
the intro below is separated into three parts —— first is the bio ( at the end of which there is a section called present ( basically a tl;dr ? ) ; which you can head straight over to if u CEEBS reading my goddamn novel ? ), then there’s injeong’s stats, and then some wanted connections ! ok enjoi n slide into my dms here on tumblr, or over @ irl maurice moss#2684
* ╰ APPLICATION ——
☾*✧･ﾟ:*「 kim youngkyun (hwiyoung). cismale. he/him. 」did you know that there’s a half-blood in haneul known as park injeong? they have been living here for the past ten years and is a healer in training. they are currently twenty and is a student at crocus institute of higher magic in the house hyacinth. i heard that they are known to be oversolicitous, but worry not ! i heard they are also very tenderhearted too. remember to stay out of trouble, the ju jak are lurking around every corner ! ( edie, 22, she/her, aedt. )
** triggers : murder, religious extremism, physical and emotional abuse.
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* ╰ EARLY LIFE ——
his father went to church each night, hoping to cleanse himself of sin. a man who had an unparalleled love for god, injeong’s father had the wrath of a god, too. but no matter how hard he prayed, no amount of confession & no act of contrition could ever absolve park joon of the sin of murder.
our story begins with the birth of a darling baby boy in lancashire, england. park injeong is perfect in every way ( or at least his mother dotes as such ), with his ten tiny toes & ten tiny fingers ; reaching out for comfort & warmth. with a hushed whisper carried on a current of love, park sera provides her son with the sanctuary he craves ; placing butterfly kisses to his forehead and cheeks —— telling him she’ll protect him against the world that rages beyond these hospital walls. little does she realise that it is her own husband that she will need to protect her son from.
FLASH FORWARD —— and there’s blood on injeong’s hands. he’s killed his father, who just moments before had killed his mother —— and all this violence, blood shed & death had been sparked over three words. “ I’M A WITCH. ”
REWIND —— STRANGE THINGS ARE HAPPENING, and injeong’s days are lived in confusion, fear & terror. only four years of age, flowers bloom beneath injeong’s feet during moments of happiness ( he and his mother baking cookies in the kitchen, painting the sight of their garden together, injeong laid curled up on his mother’s lap while she read him his favourite stories ), while during moments of distress, melancholy & anger, the ground stirs and shifts where he stands as if it were about to swallow him whole. a human man who belonged deeply & firstly to god, his own self second, and his wife and child third, these mystical ( magical —— but normal half-blood magi ) happenings were painted by park joon ( injeong’s father ) as evidence of his son’s demonic possession. with misguided love & brutal hands, joon fully intended to cleanse injeong of the devil’s influence.
FOUR YEARS OLD & COVERED WITH BRUISES —— DAYS COLOURED BY BLACK, BLUE & PURPLE.
a religious boy himself, injeong believed that the magic, the beatings, and misery that had consumed his life were all part of some GRAND TEST. all he needed to do, he knew, was prove his faith in god & show that he was worthy, strong and true, and his hardships would be over. god would reward injeong for his love and devotion with kindness and fortune, and everything would be fine in the end.
with this belief in mind, injeong endured all of his father’s brutalities —— he believed that he deserved the tattooed bruises of deep purple and blue that covered every inch his soft skin, and he spent day after day crying in the darkest corners of his room —— scarcely even daring to believe that he was even deserving of being touched by the rays of sunlight that crept in through his cracked bedroom window. he was wrong, he was unholy, he was impure.
the only moments of happiness in injeong’s life were the moments he spent by his mother’s side —— injeong and sera’s lives had become so sombre and harsh under the heavy hand of park joon, that they began to imagine for themselves a secret little world —— just the two of them ; an escape, a safe-haven, and a sanctuary where they talked of magic, spells, and worlds beyond the tiny imagination of close-minded mortal men. whenever joon returned home from a long day at work or at church, however, the sanctuary shattered —— a blood spattered infinite melancholy drawing a dark shadow over injeong and sera’s lives once more.
as the years went on, injeong’s mother watched on in HORROR as her husband ( her love ) beat her son ( her heart ) for the magic that she had given him through her blood. sera was a pureblood witch who had renounced her magi heritage in the name of starting a family of her own. for eight long years after injeong had been born, sera held her tongue about the truth, deeply fearful and terrified of the cruel & merciless man that her husband had become. THIS WASN’T THE MAN SERA HAD FALLEN IN LOVE WITH —— this wasn’t the man that she knew ; and so, one night in late spring, sera told her husband the truth of her magic … trusting him, loving him, confiding in him —— and the truth cost her her life.
“ A WITCH ?! ” —— the screamed words are an accusation accented with betrayal ; joon’s trembling hand keeping a sobbing sera away at knife-point, enraged. eyes hazy with sleep & mind clouded with waking nightmares, injeong tiptoes down to the kitchen where he can hear his parents yelling.
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A BLUR OF BODIES.
the boy’s shrill scream curls into the night air as he watches his father lunge at his mother, her white night dress stained crimson red as she falls limp to the ground. the last words that cascade from her lips are pained, sorrowful, and coloured with terror. “ RUN, INJEONG. ” but the boy stands where he is —— eyes glazed over, heart heavy with rage.
INJEONG’S NOT IN CONTROL as the furniture begins to hover above ground, kitchen knives and chairs and cupboards levitating in an unnatural manner that foretell the disaster about to happen. as injeong’s wail rips through the air, a cupboard slams joon to the wall —— crushing & swift … and after a moment of pure terror ; the world grows silent once more.
wood splintering, knives clattering to the floor, dust settling, injeong holds his mother’s cold body in his arms until people called duelists and rescuers show up & tear him away from her.
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* light muzak playing * THIS IS AN INTERMISSION !!!!! this has been some pretty heavy material to read thru, i know, n i’m sorry, so pls hydrate, take a mental health break, take care of urself, eat some ice cream, go out into the sunshine, n love urself :~) love y’all x ! :~)
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six months after the incident, the british magi court tried injeong’s hearing. ultimately, the verdict was that injeong had killed his father ( unintentionally, through a burst of uncontrolled, pre-adolescent magic ) in self-defence —— an event that was built up over a lifetime of emotional and physical abuse at the hands of a cruel human father. rather than being locked up, injeong was sent to a rehabilitative ward at a magi hospital to receive physical treatments from healers, as well as emotional counselling.
as the healers mend injeong’s broken bones, there is talk of obliviators who have been called in to wipe the half-blood —— injeong’s memory —— of any trace of magic —— but, serendipitously, the boy’s story falls upon the ears of a young magi named henrietta sweeting ; a british witch who had done educational exchange at crocus institute of higher magic, and who had been park sera’s best friend during those early schooling years ; both hyacinths with bleeding hearts who saw the world through rose-coloured spectacles. henrietta and her wife, nora had been trying to conceive a child through ivf procedures to no avail for three years now —— and the moment henrietta heard about injeong’s story, it was as if the stars had aligned. somehow, deep down, henrietta knew that she had been fated to take injeong into her and nora’s life and home ; to love him, cherish him, just like his own mother had.
HE LOVES AND MEANS WELL.
at the age of nine injeong was adopted by the sweeting-lowell’s, and from that moment on he never looked back —— . . . at least, not with anger nor hatred. sometimes, when he found himself out in the garden amongst the flowers and the dirt, he looked back on his past with love for his mother, and sadness for his father ; but under the warmth of the sweeting-lowell’s affection and care, for the first time since injeong could remember, there seemed to be a lightness of being that coursed through him, and something about the way the sun shone so sweetly gave injeong the courage to hope and dream for his future. with a desire to help injeong discover his magical roots, henrietta, nora, and the young man all moved to haneul, seoul, south korea —— and the rest, as they say, is history.
PRESENT DAY ——
out from under the shadow of his father, injeong has begun to shine so splendidly, like several days of sunlight —— love becoming him, love overflowing from his being, even towards those who exude only cruelty and malice out into the world. a peaceable, kind, tenderhearted, inquisitive & outlandish boy, injeong is no longer the timid, self-loathing child that park joon raised. under henrietta and nora’s care, injeong has found the strength, despite the pain of his past, to grow to be deeply kind and tenderhearted —— a beacon of remarkable warmth and earnest affection to all those that he comes across in these sun-drenched days ; a boy who hasn’t let his sorrow become him, and instead fights against it with every passing day —— as if a softness has come from starlight ; filling him to the bone. rather than believing in god, injeong now believes in himself —— a half-blood who has such kind, warm, and gentle command over himself and, more recently, his magic that he passes as a pureblood magi to those around him.
and so here we are now, with injeong as a healer in training whilst completing his studies at crocus. around the streets of haneul, the tenderhearted hyacinth and healer is known to be a questioner of the common, and a lover of the strange ; a boy who preaches peace, love, and compassion in a world that is growing darker, relentlessly, right before his very eyes —— his words of flowery warmth and advocations of empathy falling on deaf ears. when he’s not elbow deep in the earthy soil of garden beds ( planting and tending to flowers and speaking to the plants so that they won’t grow in loneliness ), he’s painting and reading and having conversations with the stray cats, or volunteering his time at local shelters. at night he can be found gazing & steeping in the deep loveliness of the stars ; reposed out upon the green grass near lakes as his lungs expand with clear, midnight air.
ETERNALLY, injeong is yearning to connect, yearning to learn, yearning to find some outlet for all the love he has within him —— and so he draws the people around him into his life and heart with painting, flowers, warmth, words, and romance —— fighting each and every day against war & hatred, with love.
—— TL ; DR !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
injeong is ur local #softboi who breathes in tenderness & the sun. he’s kinder than most, stronger than woes of his past, and he overflows with love in a world on the cusp of a war driven by hate. he’s a good, soft, n pure bean who was adopted into a family by the name of sweeting-lowell after his mother was murdered by his father, after which time the family moved to haneul so that injeong could immerse himself in his magi roots !!!!!! neway, i love injeong more than life itself ?? n i hope u love him too !
* ╰ STATISTICS ——
BASICS
FULL NAME: park injeong
BIRTH DATE: april 21
ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: taurus
AGE: twenty
SPECIES: half-blood
HOUSE: hyacinth
CURRENT LOCATION: haneul, seoul, south-korea
NATIONALITY: british
ETHNICITY: south-korean
GENDER: cismale
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: panromantic
BACKGROUND
BIRTH PLACE/HOMETOWN: lancashire, england
SOCIAL CLASS: lower class ( birth ), middle class ( present )
EDUCATION LEVEL: currently studying at crocus institute of higher magic
FATHER: park joon
MOTHER: park sera née han
ADOPTIVE MOTHER: henrietta margeurite sweeting
ADOPTIVE MOTHER: nora jenkins lowell
SIBLINGS: none
PET(S): a turkish angora named alexis de tocqueville
APPEARANCE / PHYSICAL INFORMATION
FACE CLAIM: kim youngkyun aka hwiyoung
HAIR COLOUR: brown ( altered from his natural hair colour of black through spells )
EYE COLOUR: doe brown
BUILD: ectomorph
DOMINANT HAND: left hand
HEIGHT: 5′11″
WEIGHT: 140lbs
INK: none
PIERCINGS: none
SCARS? none
ALLERGIES: none
DIET: vegetarian
PSYCHOLOGY
MBTI: infp
ENNEAGRAM: type 2 ; the helper
MORAL ALIGNMENT: lawful good
DOMINANT TEMPERAMENT: sanguine
PRIMARY INTELLIGENCE TYPE: verbal-linguistic & interpersonal
SOCIABILITY: high
EMOTIONAL STABILITY: stable
DRUG USE: no
ALCOHOL USE: yes
PRONE TO VIOLENCE? no
VIRTUES: ardent, tenderhearted, clement, serene, forgiving
VICES: oversolicitous, pensive, nonconformist, impressionable, acquiescent
ACCENT: lancastrian accent ( english ), seoul satoori ( korean )
FAVOURITES
ACTIVITY: gardening, painting, reading, going on walks, stargazing, having conversations with cats
ANIMAL: cats
BEVERAGE: cherry syrup and soda
BOOK: democracy in america
FAMOUS FIGURE: alexis de tocqueville
COLOUR: rose
FOOD: white peaches
CELEBRATION: christmas
MODE OF TRANSPORTATION: bicycle
SCENERY: the ocean
* ╰ WANTED CONNECTIONS ——
injeong’s hyacinth crew @ crocus , made up of soft bois n gorls n nb’s ?? —— a crew that is so warm that people mistake them for a collective hug from a collective of mums ? a crew so bright that ppl r like ‘ woah ? is that the sun ? ’ a crew that is kind in the face of cruelty :’)
mean poopfaces >:( people @ crocus who have an antagonistic relationship with injeong & constantly put him down ? :’(
ROUGH N MELANCHOLIC BOIS N GORLS N NB’S for my babe to love !!!! injeong’s the softest soul that honestly ever walked the earth ? he loves all people unconditionally and beyond reason, but he especially gravitates towards people who seem melancholic ? he's a healing soul, so he tends to be drawn to people who need that kind of person in their life most. he’s oversolicitous and wants 2 hELP U
bois n gorls n nb’s for injeong to kiss n cuddle ? gimme all the cute romantic plots ?
ALSO GIVE ME ANGSTY PLOTS !!!!!! give me a human who’s all tangled up in that ju jak shit who injeong loves and has since the moment they met, and who loves injeong in return and will for the rest of their life despite the drama / allegiances that keep them apart ??? —— give me that romeo and juliet shit
someone as lowkey broken as injeong is ???? maybe they met a group therapy sort of thing or sth idk ? that would be really sweet n also really angsty and i LOVE
ROUGH N CYNICAL FRIENDS WHO NEVERTHELESS LOVE N PROTECT INJEONG N HIS SUNSHINE SOUL —— speaking from the harry potter vernacular,,,,,, i love me some slytherpuff friendships fjiewjofwefew
GIVE ME EVERYTHING !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧
THIS GOT SO LONG JFIEOWJOIFWEJOFOWEFWEFEW i need to go recuperate from the exhaustion of having written up this monstrosity SOREN’S INTRO WILL B UP SHORTLY THO
