Ashes and Whispers on the wind greet you as you step onto the fields. Half burnt grave markers jut out from the darkened earth. Which one will you clean?
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Some people are afraid to say no or are afraid that you will get mad at them! This is to say that you would prefer people politely tell you NO if they don't want to do something!
Don't know how to say no? Here are some ways that shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings:
I'm not really feeling that idea, but maybe we could do (blank) instead
Maybe another time / not right now / I don't have the bandwidth for that kind of plot right now / that's not the type of thing I was really looking for but I'd love to do something else / I'm not currently looking for more threads / It's better for me if we just focus on what we have for now / hmmm what if we did (blank) instead / maybe another time!
The witch didn't really care for being at parties like this, but he had insisted that she was to be his 'eye candy' for the time being. The smell of alcohol and cigarettes only made her wrinkle her nose. It's not like she could go anywhere else with his arm around her waist. A soft sigh pushed past her lips finally as they were left alone on the couch, the other 'businessmen' went off to socialize. "How much longer do we have to be here? I want to go back home." Gabriella huffed, crossing her leg over the other and kept her gaze far from him.
His gaze was lingering on the glass in his hand as he leaned back against the plush fabric of the sofa. Crossing one long leg over the other and extending his free hand across the back of the sofa, just an inch shy of resting against the back of her shoulders. "Are you that bored?". He hummed before finally lifting his eyes to look towards her. His darker gaze was intense as it bore into the side of her head, a low chuckle tipped the corner of one side of his mouth up.
"Mm. Soon enough we'll leave.". He had an obligation to show up to these things. As much as it might be boring, they were ridiculously necessary for 'saving' face and reputation with business partners in this underworld of conversations through silent looks and body language until one was behind closed doors.
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Ming is absolutely the girl who will get up, get fully dressed, and then wake you up to drag you to the preorder overnight line for her favorite book series new releases.
On the other hand, she's also the one who will absolutely make you new clothing and wake you up at any hour to come over and try them on and model them for her so she can make corrections.
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Han Seoryeon is a man who has lived nineteen lives and remembers every single one of them. He has been a scholar, a physician, a soldier, a thief, a nobleman, a wanderer, and a nobody, dying eighteen times only to awaken again in a new body with every memory intact. In his nineteenth life,
he has finally built himself a quiet existence as a restoration architect in Seoul, surrounded by old buildings, antiques, books, and the comforting permanence of things that have survived their makers. He is intelligent, composed, quietly affectionate, and almost unnervingly good at understanding people but beneath that calm exterior is someone exhausted by centuries of remembering everyone he has ever loved and lost.
For most of his lives, Seoryeon believed his endless memory was a gift that allowed him to find the people who mattered and protect them from repeating their tragedies. This time, however, he has made himself a promise: he will not chase ghosts, force old connections, or assume that someone who loved him in another lifetime belongs to him in this one.
If fate brings familiar souls back into his path, he will let them choose him all over again. After eighteen lives spent surviving the stories written for him, Han Seoryeon is determined to discover who he might become when, for once, he allows himself to live without knowing how the story ends.
Verse Page: TBL
Main Verse: Modern Day Era
CHARACTER SHEET β
BASIC INFORMATION
FULL NAME.
Han Seoryeon (νμλ ¨).
The name was chosen by his parents in this lifetime. Seoryeon carries an almost poetic quality to it, traditionally associated with something beautiful that survives winter. an oddly fitting name for someone who has already lived eighteen times and somehow continues to return.
He privately finds it amusing. In his previous life, he had been named after a flower. In the life before that, after a river. In another, he had been given a name meaning first son. He has worn so many names that he sometimes forgets which ones ever belonged to him.
NICKNAME.
Seol, used almost exclusively by people who have known him long enough to get past his carefully cultivated reserve.
In childhood, his mother called him Seol-ah. He pretended to dislike it when he was young, but secretly misses hearing it now.
ALIASES.
The names of his previous eighteen lives are extensive enough to fill several pages.
Among them are a Joseon-era scholar known as Han Myeongseok, a Japanese physician called Kuroda Ren, an Englishman named Elias Hart, a French aristocrat called Lucien Valmont, and an unnamed beggar whose name he never learned before dying in the winter.
He does not normally tell people these names.
To him, they aren't aliases so much as graves.
PRONOUNS.
He / him.
HEIGHT.
6'1" (185 cm).
AGE.
Thirty years old in his nineteenth life.
Physically, he is thirty. Mentally, he carries the accumulated perspective of several centuries.
That distinction is something he has never quite learned how to explain.
ZODIAC.
Scorpio.
He has been fascinated by astrology across several lifetimes, although he has never been able to decide whether he believes in fate or simply enjoys arguing with it.
He also remembers fragments of several historical languages and dialects that have since changed or disappeared.
His fluency varies depending on how recently he used a language in a previous life. Occasionally, he will speak an archaic expression without realizing it, leaving people wondering where he learned it.
PHYSICAL CHARACTERISTICS β
HAIR.
Naturally deep espresso-brown, almost black indoors but noticeably warm beneath sunlight.
His hair is thick, straight, and slightly unruly, falling over his forehead and brushing the tops of his ears. He keeps it relatively modern in this lifetime, although he has a habit of running his fingers through it when thinking.
He dislikes overly styled hair. He spent one lifetime wearing elaborate wigs and has no desire to repeat the experience.
FACIAL HAIR.
Usually clean-shaven.
He can grow a neatly maintained five-o'clock shadow but dislikes having a full beard. He associates heavy facial hair with one particularly miserable nineteenth-century lifetime and refuses to explain why.
EYES.
Dark brown, almost black.
His eyes are unusually expressive despite his generally controlled demeanor. When he becomes genuinely emotional, there is a strange oldness in them that can make people feel as though he is looking at them from much farther away than he physically is.
He has a habit of staring for a fraction of a second too long when someone reminds him of a person from another life.
SKIN TONE.
Warm ivory almost olive with subtle golden undertones.
He tans relatively easily during summer and has a scattering of extremely faint freckles across his nose that become more noticeable in sunlight.
BODY TYPE.
Tall, lean, and athletic rather than heavily muscular.
His body reflects a lifetime of refusing to be physically helpless. He maintains enough strength to run, climb, swim, defend himself, and survive, but he isn't obsessed with his appearance.
His hands are particularly noticeable: long-fingered, capable, and slightly calloused.
Different scars across his hands come from different lives, although none of his previous physical injuries should technically have followed him into this one.
VOICE.
Low, warm, and naturally calm.
His voice rarely rises unless he is genuinely angry.
He has an unusual ability to change his manner of speaking almost unconsciously. Sometimes an old-fashioned cadence slips into his speech, particularly when he is tired or emotional.
People often describe his voice as comforting.
He thinks that's dangerous.
DOMINANT HAND.
Right-handed.
Interestingly, three of his previous lives were left-handed, and he occasionally catches himself reaching for objects with his left hand.
POSTURE.
Usually relaxed, but deceptively controlled.
He tends to stand with his shoulders slightly back and his weight evenly distributed, a habit inherited from several lifetimes in which being caught off guard could mean death.
When he is genuinely comfortable, however, his posture becomes almost boyish. He slouches, sprawls across furniture, puts his feet on tables, and forgets to maintain the polished image he presents to strangers.
SCARS.
Physically, he has relatively few scars in this life.
There is a small scar beneath his left collarbone from a childhood accident, a faint line across his right palm, and a tiny mark near his knee.
The scars that matter most to him aren't visible.
He remembers dying eighteen times.
Burning. Drowning. Illness. Violence. Old age.
One death was peaceful. One was not. One occurred in the arms of someone he loved.
Another occurred while he was completely alone.
He remembers all of them.
BIRTHMARKS.
A small crescent-shaped birthmark sits beneath his right shoulder blade.
It is almost identical in shape to a marking he possessed during his seventh life.
He has never decided whether that means anything.
MOST NOTABLE FEATURES.
His eyes, his hands, and the unsettling sense of familiarity he gives people.
There is something strangely difficult to categorize about Seoryeon. He can look perfectly ordinary until he says something he shouldn't know, reacts to a place he's supposedly never visited, or recognizes an obscure object from another century.
He has an old soul without behaving like an old man.
CHILDHOOD β
PLACE OF BIRTH.
Seoul, South Korea.
HOMETOWN.
Seoul.
He has technically lived in several countries throughout his various incarnations, but Seoul is the first place in his nineteenth life that ever truly felt like home.
SIBLINGS.
One younger sister, Han Soyeon.
She is six years younger than him and completely unaware of her brother's reincarnated existence.
Soyeon thinks her older brother is simultaneously the most dependable and most irritating person alive. She calls him whenever she needs advice, money, transportation, help moving furniture, or someone to tell her that her latest romantic disaster isn't actually her fault.
Seoryeon would cross an ocean for her.
He has lost siblings before.
He refuses to lose another.
PARENTS.
Biological Mother: Han Mira β a high-school literature teacher with an instinctive love of poetry, old novels, and secondhand bookstores. She raised Seoryeon to believe that knowing a person's story was one of the most intimate forms of kindness. [deceased]
Biological Father: Han Dongwook β an architect who owns a modest architectural firm. Quiet, practical, and difficult to impress, his father taught Seoryeon how to repair things instead of immediately replacing them.
His parents believe their son is unusually mature. They are correct. They simply had no idea why.
ADULT LIFE β
OCCUPATION.
Architectural restoration consultant and historical preservation specialist.
Seoryeon specializes in restoring old buildings, particularly structures that have historical or cultural significance.
It is an occupation that suits him almost too perfectly.
He knows how buildings age.
He knows what materials were commonly used in different periods.
He knows construction techniques that aren't taught in modern universities because he has personally watched some of them disappear.
Occasionally, an architectural historian will ask him how he knows something.
His answer is usually:
"I read about it."
He has learned never to elaborate.
CURRENT RESIDENCE.
A renovated traditional-modern house in Seoul.
The exterior maintains the structure of an older Korean residence while the interior has been renovated into a warm, minimalist living space.
His home is filled with books, antiques, plants, old photographs, records, architectural sketches, and objects he insists are merely decorative.
Some of those objects have been with him for hundreds of years.
He does not tell anyone that.
CLOSE FRIENDS.
He has very few.
His closest friend is Jang Hyunwoo, a childhood friend who works in the same general field and has known Seoryeon since they were thirteen.
Hyunwoo is one of the only people capable of making Seoryeon genuinely laugh.
There is also Yoon Haejin, a museum curator who occasionally collaborates with him on restoration projects.
Neither knows about his reincarnation.
Both suspect he is hiding something.
FINANCIAL STATUS.
Comfortably wealthy.
Not obscenely rich, but financially secure enough that he rarely worries about money.
His financial situation is partially the result of good investments and partially the result of having lived long enough to understand that seemingly insignificant pieces of information can become extremely valuable decades later.
He has made and lost fortunes in previous lives.
He learned eventually that money is much less important than having the freedom to choose how he spends his time.
DRIVER'S LICENSE.
Yes. He drives extremely well. Perhaps too well.
His reflexes are unusually sharp, and he has experience driving vehicles from several different eras. He occasionally forgets that modern cars cannot be handled exactly like automobiles from decades ago.
He is an annoyingly calm passenger.
CRIMINAL RECORD.
None in his current life.
Across eighteen previous lives?
That is a considerably more complicated question.
He has technically been arrested, imprisoned, hunted, accused of crimes, and even executed before.
He has never committed a serious crime in this lifetime.
He intends to keep it that way.
SEX AND ROMANCE β
SEXUAL ORIENTATION.
Bisexual.
Seoryeon has never experienced attraction as something particularly confined by gender.
Across nineteen lives, he has fallen in love with men, women, and people whose identities would not fit neatly into modern categories.
For him, attraction is deeply connected to personality, familiarity, emotional intimacy, and the strange feeling of recognizing someone's soul before he understands why.
PREFERRED EMOTIONAL ROLE.
Protective caretaker with a secretly needy streak.
He naturally becomes the person who remembers birthdays, carries medicine, fixes broken appliances, brings food when someone forgets to eat, and quietly notices when someone isn't doing well.
However, he desperately wants someone who will occasionally take care of him.
He is exceptionally bad at asking for that. But that changes with time. The longer he is with someone, the more noticeable it is when his neediness shows up.
PREFERRED SEXUAL ROLE.
Versatile. but with a slight bottom leaning role despite his appearance.
but He isn't particularly interested in rigidly defined roles and tends to approach intimacy according to the person and relationship involved. If his partner wants him to top, he'd do so in his way.
For him, trust matters considerably more than dominance or submission.
TURN OFFS.
Cruelty disguised as honesty, emotional manipulation, deliberate humiliation, dishonesty, possessiveness without trust, people who treat vulnerability as weakness, and anyone who expects him to prove affection through suffering.
He has lived long enough to know that love should not feel like surviving a war.
TURN ONS.
Intelligence, emotional confidence, wit, competence, meaningful eye contact, gentle teasing, physical closeness, someone who remembers small details about him, and people who are passionate about something.
He is particularly attracted to someone who can challenge him intellectually without trying to dominate every conversation.
Unexpected tenderness is his greatest weakness.
Someone remembering his favorite drink without being asked can affect him more than an elaborate romantic gesture.
LOVE LANGUAGE.
Acts of service and quality time.
He fixes things. He cooks. He remembers. He shows up.
If he loves someone, they will eventually discover that Seoryeon has memorized their schedule, their favorite foods, the way they take their coffee, which side of the bed they prefer, and what expression they make when they're trying not to cry.
He rarely says I love you first. [affection like that is rarely verbal for him]
He simply starts behaving as though their wellbeing is part of his own.
RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.
Seoryeon falls in love slowly but deeply. He is initially cautious because he knows exactly what it feels like to lose someone.
His greatest romantic flaw is that he can become overly protective without realizing it. He has watched people die eighteen times. Somewhere inside him is the irrational belief that if he pays enough attention, protects enough, remembers enough, and stays close enough, he can prevent it from happening again.
He cannot.
That is the lesson his nineteenth life is supposed to teach him.
Unlike his previous incarnations, however, he has made one unusual decision: He will not chase someone simply because he remembers loving them.
If someone from his past returns to his life, they deserve the freedom to choose him without being burdened by a love story they don't remember.
For the first time in nineteen lives, Seoryeon wants to know what it feels like to fall in love with someone as they are now, rather than loving them because of who they once were.
MISCELLANEOUS β
CHARACTER'S PLAYLIST.
"Ditto" β NewJeans
"Love Me Again" β V
"Like Crazy" β Jimin
"Until I Found You" β Stephen Sanchez
"The Night We Met" β Lord Huron
"Mystery of Love" β Sufjan Stevens
"Apocalypse" β Cigarettes After Sex
"I Found" β Amber Run
"About You" β The 1975
"Saturn" β Sleeping At Last
"As It Was" β Harry Styles
"To Build a Home" β The Cinematic Orchestra
His personal playlist is an odd mixture of modern music and songs that remind him of particular lifetimes.
Some songs are connected to people. Some to places. Some to deaths.
There are a handful he refuses to listen to at all.
He particularly enjoys buying extremely ordinary objects from antique markets.
A cracked teacup. An old key. A pocket watch that no longer works. A handwritten recipe.
Things other people consider worthless fascinate him.
He knows that objects carry stories. Sometimes he recognizes the story. Sometimes he doesn't.
LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED.
Both.
Seoryeon is analytical enough to dismantle a complicated structural problem and imaginative enough to design something completely unconventional.
He approaches life through patterns.
Architecture, language, human behavior, history, music, relationships: everything is connected in his mind.
He is especially good at recognizing patterns that other people overlook.
After all, he has had eighteen lifetimes to practice.
SELF-CONFIDENCE LEVEL.
8/10.
Seoryeon is extremely confident in his abilities but surprisingly insecure about himself.
He knows he is intelligent. He knows he is competent. He knows he can survive almost anything.
What he doesn't know is whether he deserves to simply be happy.
For eighteen lifetimes, survival was enough. His nineteenth life is different. He doesn't want merely to survive anymore.
He wants to belong. He wants to make memories that aren't echoes of what feels like someone else's. He wants to love without already knowing how the story ends.
And, perhaps most frighteningly of all, he wants to discover who Han Seoryeon actually is when he isn't carrying the names of eighteen dead people inside his head.
I need y'all to understand one thing about this man. This is what I would consider a major headcanon as it is a major point in his mental health and personality for Every Verse he has but right now we're talking about his main verse which is cardworld/sunjatta made by @hellbloom
Currently, Morrigan's Main Reason for Living from the time his mother abandoned him and faith until now, has been the safety, happiness, well-being and lives of his brothers Faith and Saryn/Kaede.
[slightly long rambly post below]
and while his romantic partners also serve a similar purpose once solidified in his life (like Loux). This man is toxic enough to choose his younger brothers over himself and anyone else nearly EVERY TIME. 9 times out of 10. If a choice between his brothers and something else must be made, he WILL choose them.
It's the entire reason why he finally snaps and murders Cash out right with Faith's help to witness and clean everything up etc.
That being said. If Morrigan EVER thought you were a threat in any form or fashion to Faith and Saryn, he would out right put several bullets in your head without hesitation.
The only time he'd hesitate is if the cause of said harm was coming from his romantic partner. and there's of course a constant harm to his own mental health and sanity over this as he is INCREDIBLY attached to his brothers to a severely unhealthy degree. but after everything they've gone through, could we really blame him?
Cash was the one who started it all. their sperm donor and Their Birthgiver. they're both at fault for how Morrigan turned out.
Morrigan is a major fixture in these lives, even in the shadows, even if he doesn't out right get in the way of anything at times.
He willingly puts himself in the position to reincarnate over and over and over again into every lifetime that his brothers and loux exist.
If we wanna do an example, one of the things that happens in morrigan's adult life after both cash is dead and his mother and her lover (saryn's father) are both dead. (of course Morrigan had hands in all of that).
Morrigan drifts through a lot of his life focusing on Nothing but his brothers and the absolute spiteful hatred he has for people who harm children, to the point where he begins to become an out right serial killer who hunts down abusers and gives them the justice they deserve that is often neglected by the criminal justice system.
it wears on him heavily and inflicts his mental health with a lot of hell. He often considers himself incredibly selfish if he even thinks about doing anything for himself. such as being happy with his partner.
@lachrymosestorm: Snuggles up to Kwang. She loved him so much she could hardly contain herself
He yawns a little as he stretches and then enfolds his arms around his snuggly little wife. Dragging her flush against him and squeezing her firmly, flexing his muscular arms in the movement. Lowering his head he began to nuzzle his face into her hair.
His adorable little wife. She meant the world to him. Every moment with her felt properly like home. Away from the stressful expectations of his loving family and his *less* loving family members alike.
Exhaling quietly into the soft, dark strands as his fingertips began to drift up and down her spine. "I want to take you away". He whispered in her ear gently as he pressed a soft kiss to her skin. "Somewhere far away from the eyes of everyone but me. For a week. No for at least a month... or maybe three".
He growled softly as he rolled them over bundling them both up in a burrito wrap of blankets on their bed. The tv show in the background had been long forgotten the moment his wife had joined him in bed during this lazy day. Or maybe it was a lazy week.
He'd honestly forgotten how many days he'd stayed locked in their little home on the estate. It was an easy thing to do when you had a wife whose company you adored. Especially when most of the thinking was being done by his second brain.
@hellbloom: Murders at Rue Morgue: our muses are trapped in an old morgue at night.
"What. Was. That.". She'd frozen in place, absolutely certain she'd heard something. "Kaede. Dear one. I swear on everything holy in this life." she whispered with a soft but rushed tone as her hand reached out to grab the edge of his sleeve. She was NOT happy about this. NOT AT ALL. How on EARTH did they wind up here? Whose idea was it to go exploring in places that weren't their business?
She surely didn't remember offering up this idea. She pulled on his arm slightly as her head was on a swivel. The moment a clang sounded in the distance of a room down the hall, she was on the move with a shrill sounding squeal as she turned and practically tackled her love, climbing up him until her legs were wrapped around his ribs and she was clinging to him like a koala.
Which might have been fine if it weren't for the fact that she had wrapped her arms around his head, and had his face buried into her buxom chest. Practically smothering the poor man against her breasts, with her arms squeezing as tight as possible. "I WANT TO GO HOME NOW.". She squeals.
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