i knew a sick boy soldier who laughed at life, slept soundly through the darkness and whistled to the night. he comes from a town of normal which he is ashamed; people will remember him kindly, but no one remembers his name.
❀ *◦ kang young-hyun. demiboy. he/they. queer. ⇝ hey, isn’t that ye-seung “damiar” adler ( nickname: thanatos )? i think that the twenty-seven year old from port coquitlam, bc, works as a funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra ; nightcrawler, but outside of that people describe them as the mysterious veil of a foggy night, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, a murder of crows, prayers spoken in a golden cathedral, the eerie vastness of suburbia after midnight. i hear they are mischevious & scheming, but they are also known to be eccentric & individualistic. consider giving them a visit at their home in the upstairs loft of frankenstein’s house of wax and get to know why they’re called the vampire.
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BASICS
full name: ye-seung “damiar” adler
age: 27 years old
date of birth: june 16, 1997
hometown: port coquitlam, british columbia
gender: demiboy
pronouns: he/they
sexuality: queer
occupation: funeral service director at gothland sepulture & mausoleum, drummer for vain rogues & the ghost orchestra
spoken languages: korean, english, portugeuse
siblings: anissa adler, ava adler, marisol adler, cyrek fawn, kurt adler (deceased)
BACKGROUND
TW for implications of abuse, death, hospitals, illness.
damiar's story starts off in kelowna, british columbia. abandoned at birth, the only fleeting moment he would ever share with his biological mother being her demanding him being removed from the room – never to be seen again. found wrapped in a blanket on a porch that belonged to a random woman, he was immediately taken to the nearest hospital, where he was taken care of.
it became evident that no one was coming to claim the baby as time passed, which led to him being taken into the province's custody and placed in an orphanage under the name of ye-seung; he'd call the orphanage his home for the rest of his formative years. at the age of two, he was relocated, and at the age of three, a group of older children took him along with them when they ran away. being so young, he didn't understand the reason, but he trusted his foster siblings, so off they went.
a fire broke out at the orphanage that they'd left just minutes before; all of the children safely got out. damiar wouldn't come to know the reason until years later, that after years of mistreatment, the older children had had enough.
damiar was a child with a weak physique, immune system and health, often needing medical aid. their escape was eventually disrupted by a torrential downpour, which in turn got him sick before it turned into pneumonia a few days later. thankfully, by then, the group of children were safe, and he was able to be taken care of.
the next of his childhood were spent in a different, better orphanage in port coquitlam, lucky enough to be placed with the others he got out with. the years passed by normally after such a bizarre event, and one by one, he said goodbye to the foster siblings he arrived with – he was the last one left of the bunch. it crushed him. furthermore, the other kids in the home who alienated him seemed to find families much easier than he did; he lost count of how many had gone before him. at a certain point, he gave up on being wanted.
then along came the adlers. in his teens, he joined the family in anchorage – finally, he had a real home. damiar adler was finally born. with older and younger siblings, he was right in the middle; they were the missing pieces of his puzzle. even though he still thought of the older children who protected him years ago nearly every day, as time passed, he finally felt like he was wanted. no, he knew that he was.
although his peers did tend to shut him out for being different, at a certain point it stopped bothering him. trying to fit in wasn't worth the energy, and in the end it wasn't such a terrible thing: he learned how to have fun and enjoy life with only himself and his family.
kurt's death sent the family into shambles. it was a heartbreaking, tragic loss, and as grief swallowed the adlers, it brought upon an eventual interest in becoming a funeral director for the middle child. instead of running from the concept of death and its effects on the ones left behind, they hurtled towards it with an open mind, receiving an associate's degree in mortuary science and eventually taking up the position as the funeral director at the local mortuary.
HEADCANONS
damiar is a big fan of all things strange. creepy crawlies? amazing. he has pet tarantulas and raises moths. ghouls and goblins? great, they're pretty sure their loft space above the wax museum has some of its very own. they like collecting taxidermy, as well as animal skulls and bones; if you see them and their bins of dermestid beetles while you're out and about ... just mind your business tbh.
he has a black cat named bran that accompanies him everywhere, and a black cane with a hand-carved skull – of course, with damiar, there's always more. would you be surprised to hear that there's a sword inside of that thing?
have you heard of the killer? well, you certainly have if you've met damiar even once. it's just something that he brings up. he is just a creacher.
music is one of his more normal interests, so if you like music, great !! they love the drums (is the drummer in cyrek's band), and can play other instruments such as the piano and bass. he will totally geek out over good music with you.
they're very to the point; a filter doesn't exist. what's on the mind is simply said.
he loves pranks. mischief might as well be his middle name. the law? who is that. no trespassing? please do not the cat? this sign can't stop me because i can't read ( we are both dyslexic it's fine ).
is on the autism spectrum.
need someone for your kid's birthday party? good news, he's basically a pro in entertainment. magic tricks galore!
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@sickbxysoldier ; anchorage police station ; november 3rd, 2023
Once they were out of sight, out of mind, of the local station, a hand THWACKED the back of Damiar's head, bereft of any force to actually harm the quixotic half. "Give me one good reason I shouldn't rat you out to mum, or kill you," he accosted, "I can't fuckin' afford to bail you out, I told you not to go around sayin' stuff at the party." As usual, nobody fucking listens to him. "What have you got yourself into?" Calloused hands cupped over his face for an evanescent moment, grappling with the overwhelming surge that was tying him up in ropes from all sides. The Bastards — between Fallon's excursions, false imprisonment, and that vacancy deviating her from her post at the Siren's Call in the club, and Matevos' fucking corpse going cold in the ground — were already in shambles and facing the wrath of Anchorage as they had always been, but with the added spruce of paranoia dolloped that there was someone out there looking to throw them under the bus. With Annaki's poisoning, he pondered if it was competition — or personal. Damiar's little run-in with the law sounded coincidental... as idiosyncratic as his baby brother was, he didn't credit him to have the gall of a killer. The public might not see it the same way. "Well, they're just lookin' at you right now, so nobody's gonna know about this and go all cheese slid off their cracker on you." Unless word got out. "Heard somethin' about stolen forks, too. Por favor, pelo amor de Deus, diga -me que você não tinha nada a ver com isso..." A glare was zeroed in on the curly-haired deity, before cuffing him on the ear, persisting, "Você viu mais alguém correndo para o museu?"
as bewilderingly illogical as it was, the middle adler child found himself being held in police custody. how many times would he have to tell them that it wasn't him? what about him screamed guilty murderer? were they strange? sure! a killer? the killer? absolutely not. after what felt like ages of going back and forth with the officers ( he eventually resorted to just being as annoying as fucking possible, just because he could ), cyrek showed up to save the day – his knight in shining armour! something like that, anyway. “ ya! ” despite the fact that the whack wholly lacked any vigour, the fuss came with a furrowed brow. it probably was deserved, wasn't it? damiar wasn't exactly known to listen, even – especially – if the other person did have his best interests at heart. “ how is it fair? i go around warning people of the killer, then suddenly i'm him? ” he was quick to start sulking. “ 'n they got my cuffs so tight. shovin' me around and shit, they're wastin' their energy on the wrong person! ” lips downturned in a pout, their shoulders slouched as a heavy sigh was let out. what a long fucking twenty four hours. they didn't want to know what would happen if the public caught wind of it. would the majority believe it? they very well could. damiar had certainly created... a reputation, for himself the utterance of stolen forks piqued his curiosity, head tilting. “ eu não tenho nada a ver com isso. eu também não roubei garfos desta vez, ” their response was grumbled, followed by a noise of protest as they moved their head in an effort to free their ear. “ não que eu me lembre, ” a beat of silence set in. “ this is unfair. i just wanna go home, cy. ”
one minute, emmeline was having a wail of a time; overstaying her welcome as she mindlessly chatted to other people, got another drink when she'd had too many already, danced with a stranger without a mask; now, not so much. the woman's face dropped, eyes staring at the other as that possibility cemented itself into her mind. the town was far from safe, she understood that but nowhere was - it was only the unexplained murders that was the extra layer that made her worry about it more. why did the other smile like that? it was another unnerving feature of the evening. "so you think they're real?" all their words were pointing to that opinion but never explicitly stated, perhaps that's how they wanted it to be. mystery and lore shrouded the town, some of which was previously ignored by the woman but now she was in her head, it was being processed all at once. the question snaps her out of her worry. giving a gentle shrug, she held up her glass. "i like a party. besides, isn't it safer to be with people in times like this? rather than being at home alone?"
it was true – nowhere was exactly safe. danger could lurk around every corner, even outside of the limits of this little cursed town, and for all they knew, there may have been other towns haunted by mystery murderers of their own, who also always seemed to evade capture. it was the premise of many a horror film, but also, apparently, the lives of real people. a never-ending horror film... how fun. the roll of the credits was long overdue. “ oh, the skeletons? ” they reiterated with a glance towards the back door, a sip of their drink being taken. “ with how this place is, it wouldn't surprise me. i haven't got a good look at 'em yet, though, so i couldn't tell ya for sure, ” definitely strange, haunted or not. turning back to look at the other, damiar smiled again, hopefully a little less unnerving this time around. “ i like a party too. 's a pretty good one, if you ask me, ” he stated, before continuing, “ yes... and no. the killer probably wouldn't strike at a casual gathering at, like, a cafe or an arcade, but a party as big as this is... ” they trailed off. “ other than being alone outside in the middle of the night for the killer to getcha— about as unsafe as it gets. ”
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Collapsing onto his brother's lap seconds after he orchestrated the fall of another costumed guest, a tender push of his hand walloped against Damiar's shoulder as he complained, "Dami, you have to stop tellin' people that shit, I told mum I'd stay outta trouble tonight." Then again, it really wasn't his damn issue if Damiar, Marisol, or Ava ended up kicked out of the party... and hopefully not in handcuffs. For as long as he could, he wanted to float on the high he had been intercepted by — if he could stay forever within the realm of tranquility Evren had fashioned by rolling a dozen joints in the reused mint tin, he would have chosen it in a heartbeat. There was less of the incessancy of his thoughts, toiling over the hopeless chagrin with the gang's predicament or whether he was fucking it up because he wasn't a leader, or whether Evren was secretly bathing in the springs of unhappiness as she stood forlornly off to the side in the gang's reticent moments, appearing lost. Nor was he grappling with the longing for a different kind of sweet release in the merciless cradle of a former lover and her metallic gleam. His arms wrapped around his baby brother's neck, burying his face against the collar of Damiar's coat, whining, "Will you help me find the ice cream cake? Pleaaaaase? I'm tryin' to avoid my sisters and their two hundred million questions... It's makin' my brain hurt."
an exaggerated sway of his body followed the gentle shove given by his brother, snickering at his words. “ what, i'm just lettin' the people know, ” came the counter, as unserious as it was. the killer was a very real thing for the middle adler child, something that he'd put his unwavering belief into, though however much of that was based off of logic and not delusion... well, the answer would never be known. “ nothin' wrong with that. if they don't have any killer instincts, like that guy, ” a finger jutted towards the stranger for a second time, “ the killer's like twenty times more likely to get 'em, ” while he could ramble on the topic without end, it was likely that cyrek had heard everything there was to be said about it, many times over. there were, however, better times to bring it up, that weren't during the months of unrest following the unsolved case of willow amelia... it was perhaps something they should have thought about, but brainpower was an exhausting thing to use, and they were a few drinks in, a bit of a high lingering from someone's joint in contribution. “ there's ice cream cake? dude, let's fucking go, ” he enthused, continuing, “ i only saw that big fake one in the dining room. d'you think someone has tried to take a bite outta it yet? ”
“ lucky me . “ eyebrow raises to emphasize the derisive tone to her words in the only way she knows how . without a roll of an eye that is . great minds think alike , and of course , if shit went down , they’d be the last standing if only to clean up the bodies , stacking victim after victim into the morgue like simple jenga blocks . “ there’s something sort of endearing about a singular , potentially possessed plastic pony having it’s own room here . “ at least now ophelia knows what she’ll do the second she can afford herself a mansion with one too many rooms . fingers roll against the spark wheel of an empty lighter in her pocket . mostly out of habit , but also hankering for a cigarette to accompany it . “ so , who are you placing your bets on being the killer ?? or killers ?? “ eyes cast a glance away from damiar and into the crowd of disguised party-goers .
“ lucky indeed, ” they echo, drink to their lips as another taste of vodka was gulped down, adding to the burning sensation that had settled in his stomach some time ago. knocking a few back was perhaps a doltish decision, particularly in the case of someone who was so secure in their belief that the evening was ill-omened, but why not enjoy the festivities a little? even if it went up in smoke, he could say, at the end of the day, that he had a good time. “ a possessed plastic pony sounds fuckin' cool. i got a handful of haunted things in my home, but now i wanna find one'a those, ” it would be added to his christmas list, granted the improbability of it. the query had him pursing his lips, head lolling to the side as his gaze fixed upon the populace. he shifted on his cane with a hum. “ it's a hard call. for all we know, they could be right beside us right now, ” hazel and white eyes flickered to the stranger who occupied the space next to theirs, momentarily, before continuing their survey. “ they're definitely here. gotta keep an eye on how drunk everyone is, when the perfect time to strike is, and this, ” a hand waved in reference to the parlour in which they stood in, “ is the main event. ”
ophelia has her suspicions of what the evening will bring . grandiose parties like this never went off without some kind of hitch — or perhaps that’s what you thought on account of watching one too many horror films before a halloween party . either way , the blonde shuffles next to damiar , neck craned to admire the oversized stature of the skeleton . “ that would be too obvious , wouldn’t it ?? a killer hiding out in a room labelled ‘ KEEP OUT ‘ ?? if there’s any killer here , they’re likely mixed in the crowd . hidden beneath a hockey mask or vampire’s cloak . “ she hadn’t really taken a moment to ponder the reason for rooms off limit until now . “ i bet there’s something embarassing in there . like a giant my little pony collection or maybe a sex room . “
the other's observation was a good one – they'd been hoping someone else had the same speculation. of course, damiar didn't really expect the killer to be hiding out in one of the forbidden rooms, but it was always entertaining to gauge the reactions of others, not to mention more specifically their, as he liked to call them, killer instincts. with a grin, he raised his index finger. “ exactly. congrats, you survive, ” not everyone looked at these things with the same diligence. “ i bet he's here in this room right now, waiting for the best moment to get someone. ooh, how spooky, ” he shivered, though the smile had yet to fade. “ imagine you walk in and there's a singular my little pony in the middle of the room. that might be scarier than all'a this. ”
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emmeline had been having fun until she wasn't. perhaps she'd got started far too early in order to maintain her point of elation when being at this event with others. costumes easily shook her - some things ever changed and with her imagination running wild, the last thing she needed was another feeding into that. "why would you say that?" the woman raised her eyebrows as she stroked her own forearm for some sort of comfort. it was a scary thought to think that this was actually all a game, that they were unknowingly in an actual house of horrors and they were only waiting for someone to disobey the rules before doing real damage. "curious about it? i wasn't thinking of going in any but now, thinking about those skeletons outside-" the woman's eyes flickered around to try and catch some suspicious activity around her but it was all bordering on terrifying. she knew it wasn't real, that they were just people in costumes but something was making her feel uneasy. "do you think that the skeletons are real? it's terrifying to think but you may be right." the more she thought about it, the more she was susceptible to freaking herself out. "as you can probably tell i'm not a big fan of all this but i do love a party."
oops, the ominous narrative didn’t land soundly. intentions were often bequeathing caution and insight rather than alarum and aversion, but sometimes ( most times, in truth ), the thing he had with this killer of his only inflicted dyspathy on the listener. it was easy to understand, in retrospect. “ you can never be too careful, especially when it comes to the killer, ” they observed. “ you gotta be prepared for when he jumps out of the shadows and gets you, ” gesticulating the ill-boding words, there was a smile on his face, as if he wasn’t aware of how haunting they were. if you thought about it, a costume party could be seen as a picture-perfect scenario for a masked killer to make advances. it almost made it too easy for them to get away with such a scheme. “ the skeletons are probably cursed… haunted, maybe, by the souls they once belonged to, ” it was a possibility. “ i don’t get the strictness of it, something’s definitely up, ” what it was, well… that would remain a mystery. “ not a fan of all hallow’s eve? what made you come out tonight, then? ”
Benny narrowed his eyes, watching the other with some distrust. They didn’t look like a cop, but that didn’t mean they weren’t. He scoffed. “I sold drugs,” he said, but with a type of smile that meant he could be joking. Even if he wasn’t. “You’ve known of him since birth? The fuck does that mean? And since when is it a ‘he’? For all you and I know, could be a woman, or several people, or even a fucking jetti or some fuck,” he drawled, letting out a laugh after at the very idea of it being some cartoonish black-and-white movie villain. Fucking hell, that would be amazing. He couldn’t help another scoff at the other’s vague reply. “Yeah, you aware of the fact that you’re pissing me off? Or is that a thing you like?” Not that he was in any state to get up and kick the other. “Please don’t tempt me,” he said, more banter than promise.
with a raise of the brow, he squinted at the other and pursed his lips. “ bad news for you, i’m actually an undercover cop, ” there was no veracity to their statement, discernable in the lack of action, but where was the fun, otherwise? “ why’d that give you enemies? did you rip someone off, or something? charge ‘em for an ounce and snub some of it? ” the curl of his lip was just a little bit taunting, even if there was genuine curiosity behind his words. “ i’ve been aware of him since birth. you’re not wrong, technically the killer could be anyone, but i know it’s a he, i’ve seen him, ” the obscureness never ended. “ i’m pissing you off? after i was so nice to light your cigarette? that hurts, dude. i thought what we had was real, ” clutching his chest, a deep frown on his face as he took another drag. it was promptly replaced, however, by a grin; free hand held up before it was waved off. “ you could try, but i’m pretty quick on my feet. ”
open starter: @anchoragestarters
cap: 0/4
where: halloween party, the parlour (before 11:30 pm)
they'd give it to the host, the place was outstandingly decorated. it would be one for the books, beyond any doubt. giving the large skeleton some company in the middle of the parlour, a half empty red solo cup hovered over his lips, eyes flickering across the parlour, a thorough examination given to his surroundings. the event was remarkable as it was revitalizing; something that the residents of anchorage needed, as of late. a night to let loose, rather than worry themselves sick about whether this or that would happen, and from what he could gather, most people were delighting in the festivities. cacophonous music poured out of the speakers, his humming drowned under it … now that something suited to his precise tastes had finally come on. the presence of another did take him by surprise when he turned his head, though one could never tell, stolid expression anchored. “ they really went all out on this, huh? i've never seen such cool decorations, ” they mused, motioning around with the hand that held his drink, the other resting on his cane. “ i wonder what's up with the forbidden shit. what would really happen if i went into an off limits room? ” with a raise of the brows, the gothland worker broke out into a grin. “ not that i will, but i'm curious… ” they shrugged. “ maybe the killer is waiting out in one of 'em. ”
@nxnbinarydracvla; halloween party, before 11:30 pm
rather than walking a few more feet to find an actual place to rest, damiar opted for a spot near the top of the great staircase, sitting comfortably against the wall, unaccommodating when people, in understandable annoyance, told him to get out of the way. stubborn as a mule, they rather liked this chosen spot – it provided a good view of the parlour; the heart of the party. if anyone was to be on the lookout for the masked killer in disguise, it would be the middle adler child. overhearing uncivil words from an approaching drunk man, they fake yawned, stretching out their limbs, subsequentially, extending their cane forward, conveniently placed right below the guy's feet. the stranger tripped, landing hard on his ass, the marble flooring sure to leave a bruise as a gift for the next morning. “ you don't have killer instincts. bad news for when the killer comes, ” with squinted eyes, he pointed a finger and drew his cane back in towards him, head craning upwards at the emergence of a shadow. met with none other than his older brother, he smiled, ignoring the curses spewing from the lips of the other man who was holding his throbbing backside. “ fancy seeing you here, bunnicula. i found the perfect spot to watch for the killer. ”
freshly painted fingernails, black in colour, tapped the head of his cane, the sound buried under the booming of the bass that came from behind the door where the main festivities were held. the chill in the air wasn't a bother, let alone something they took any note of, thanks to the alcohol they'd swung back, the red solo cup drained of its contents where it sat on the balcony ledge. “ sooo? what are your thoughts on this thing so far? ” a plume of cigarette smoke was blown off to the side as the other adler appeared at his side, a small wave of the hand given in greeting. “ i think it's alright. music is kinda mid, though. maybe that's just me, ” his taste was a little different than most. top hits and party music weren't tracks that he'd hit the dance floor to, but it seemed to gain the approval of most of the others in attendance. taking another drag, he left the stick in his mouth as he turned to face his sister and tap the fairy wings worn on her back, a smile gracing his features that were just slightly hidden by long strands of hair. “ these are cute. i wonder if anyone is dressed as peter pan? ”
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Benny frowned, too drunk. He waved the comment away and licked his lips. He felt rather tired, but he was having a great spot here, he wasn’t about to move. With a laugh he touched the tissues. “Probably made some new ones,” he admitted. “Did something somewhere that I shouldn’t have, people weren’t happy about that.” A sigh left his lips as he blew out his first puff of smoke, it settled something in him, while he was still feeling far too much at the same time. “Good, guess I ain’t worried then, would be if you wanted to be.” He grinned at the ‘drunk man on the sidewalk’, that was a good quip. Possibly funny because he was too drunk. “Doesn’t sound like a fun pass time, being aware of the killer. What’s that? Like… a medium or something? A beating from anyone really, your face is very punchable.” He took another drag from his cigarette.
“ what did you do? ” their interest was piqued; perhaps they were a little too nosy for their own good. it would do him good to mind business of his own every once in a while, rather than digging into things that had nothing to do with him, but alas. if curiosity killed the cat, so be it. “ oh, it isn't. i've known about him since birth. you can't be too careful... any time the killer can just pop out of the shadows and get you, ” he replied, choosing to keep the weapons on his person concealed. one in his boot, the other... was it paranoia? maybe a little bit. “ a medium? might be. i've always been aware of things, ” they continued as they retrieved a cigarette of their own from the pack that was kept in their pocket, lighting it and taking a drag. at the comment about his face, they laughed again, a grin on their face. “ are you offering, or what? ”
Benny laughed. “You?” He laughed again, though his voice was tainted by alcohol, he felt light-headed, but still, he figured he could easily take this ‘killer’ if the situation called for it. “What if yeah? I figure the killer would light my cigarette and move on with their life,” he said, as he looked around him to find his cigarette. “Pretty sure about twenty people have a claim on taking my life already.” He checked his pockets. “Fuck,” he said in frustration, and leaned to the side a bit so he could open the door to his car. He checked under his seat and found an old package, it still held a single cigarette. He held it out to be lit, his hand still slightly shaking. “You want to be the killer or you’re just looking for a beating?” he asked.
“ trust in the killer? how strange. i'll be rooting for you, ” the other's nonchalance in regards to the killer was just slightly fascinating, though damiar couldn't be sure if it was from the alcohol, or if he was simply that fearless. it was a different response than usual; most people were overly cautious when it came to the topic at hand, doors that were left with hesitance locked up to the nines. “ i take it you have a lot of enemies. is that why your nose is stuffed with tissue? ” they weren't trying to be a nuisance, it was just something that came naturally with their point-blank personality. unafraid to call a spade a spade, a few bloodied noses of his own were delivered, here and there. after lighting the cigarette that was eventually held out, his hands shot up in defense. “ me? the killer? ” he laughed with a shake of his head. “ 'fraid not, drunk man on the sidewalk. i'm just a regular civilian who's aware of the killer. a beating from who? ”
