( 황현진 / hwang hyunjin. twenty—four. cis—man, he + him. ) look who it is! if you take a look at our database, you’ll find that yikyung kang is a weapons specialist that works in sector 6. according to the file, they’re a mutant with the power of death inducement. that must be why they’re intelligent and cunning. they are affiliated with nobody.
A STUDY IN ﹕ a dead man walking, mouth full of lies that sound genuine, eyes void of life, apathy as the sharpest blade.
BASIC INFORMATION.
name: yikyung ( 이경 ) kang ( 강 ).
aliases: kyu. yi.
face claim: hwang hyunjin / stray kids.
mutation status: gen ii.
birthday: october 30th.
orientation: pansexual.
moral alignment: neutral evil.
occupation: weapons specialist.
work sector: vi / 006.
affiliation: none. himself.
three ( 3 ) positive traits: intelligent. cunning. calm.
three ( 3 ) negative traits: apathetic. icy. stubborn.
QUESTIONNAIRE.
how do they feel about living in sol city? have they always lived there or did they travel from another settlement?
indifferent. he can only recall having more bad days than good days, and always being burdened with some bullshit one way or another. he’s lived in sol city his entire life, yet has always lingered around more as a ghost than a living person.
do they trust the council’s leadership? why or why not?
no. the council’s leadership is a joke to yikyung just as much as any other association. one could say his defiance is almost like a laugh in the face of authority.
if they chose their sector and profession, why did they make that choice? if they didn’t, why not? were they happy with their assignment or not?
adversed in both wielding and creating weapons, the best of the best at the profession. there is no other sector or place that yikyung would consider any more fit for him than sector 6. also partly because violence is a language that he is most fluent in, if not that is also a love language.
what’s one object that they always keep on their person?
an ornament made from a peculiar and unknown material — donning the same shade as blood, shaped into a form which resembles the corpse—flower, lycoris radiata.
TRIVIA.
what is your character’s ability?
death inducement.
are they gen i or gen ii?
gen ii.
what can your character do? what are their strengths?
bring about the demise of anyone or any living thing, whether instantly, or slowly with due time. it can be induced by touch, from a distance, or no less than willing it to happen. strengths? intimidation. versatility. killing you.
what can’t they do? what are their weaknesses?
prone to waves of regret and guilt for the death of another, whether brought on intentionally or unintentionally. might take longer periods of time to activate, anyone fast—moving can strike in the process. non—living beings. mental strain, though, it hardly affects yikyung ( on the surface. )
is there anything else you’d like to specify about them?
yi’s extremely in control of his ability yet still, refuses to come in physical contact with anyone, or much less talk beyond what he needs to say. any and all weapons he makes comes at a high price. unpredictable. a potential pinnacle of fear. lone wolf. chronic hater.
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"i hate my stupid glasses," he sighs out, pulling off the spectacles when they fog up, swiftly wiping them on the end of his shirt. "they make me look like a massive dork."
there’s a puff of breath that escapes past yikyung’s brims, a snort and snicker mixed in one. “huh,” a slight tilt in cranium. “you sure you aren’t just a dork?” the question is asked with an ever—rare undertone of teasing, a stark contrast to the usual, cold disposition that the mutant—boy carries to permeate the atmosphere. “i doubt your stupid glasses make much of a difference.”
yikyung stares, blinking a few times and slow; as if the question was one he had to answer plenty of times before this time, becoming too mundane for him to bother with anymore. brow raises — a wrinkle forming upon temple from the furrow. similar to the way felix gazes, eyes sharpen into paper—thin slits, bordering on a glare. but in truth, all he’s doing is reading for any trace of jest on the other’s face. … none. still, “did you really just ask me that?”