#hwasa fc

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Last Name, First Name: Kangjeon, Sena ALIAS: Absinthe Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Lightspawn (Mythological) Age: 29 Date of Birth: 04-11-1992 Gender: Cisfemale Preferred Pronouns: She/Her Species: Dragon-Blood (Asian) Occupation: Night Bloods Consiglere, Civilian job - Tattoo Artist/Art Curator Sexual Orientation: Straight/Curious

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Tanned Eye color: Paled Turquoise ( reference ) Scars: faint lines around her wrists and ankles from when her step-father chained her up, faded with time. Piercings: up her ears and one in her nose. Tattoos: a black dragon up her hip ( reference ) , another in the middle of her back ( reference ), ‘Hyerim’ in Hangul behind her left ear, night bloods droplet on her rib, ‘duel-ssi’ tattoo on her middle finger matching with her cousin, ‘awaken the beast’ in hangul on the back of her neck following her spine. Hair color: the starkest and darkest black Abnormalities: Not really an ‘abnormality’ but she has knee length hair, sharpened canine teeth on top and bottom Horns/ wings/ etc: retractable horns on her forehead Transformed form: A long dragon with the blackest scales imaginable that shift with a turquoise iridescent, her mane onyx on the top of her head before fading into smoke and then pure white at the tail with glowing Aqua eyes ( reference )

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  Absolutely none SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  kindness /  patience /  justice KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Korean, Chinese SECRETS: She was indeed the one to send her family home up into a blaze, killing her entire family inside. SAVVIES: Art, Sketching, Tattooing

Powers & Abilities: Atmospheric Adaptation, Aura/Chi/Magic Manipulation, Aura Sight (the ability to see ones aura), Semi-Immortality, Elemental Breath (Smoke & Fire, can also be Ice for Asian Dragons), Supernatural Condition, Fear Masking, Wing Manifestation, Pyrokinesis, Smoke Manipulation, Ice Manipulation (Asian), Water Manipulation (Asian), Poison Manipulation.

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BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 05-31-1992 Date of Death:   Crime Record: Assault and Battery, Petty Theft, Solicitation, on record. Off record - Assassinations, Kidnapping, Murder of her family.

Background/Biography:

tw: rape, gang rape, child abuse, allusion to murder

Trying to acclimate to a new life, in a new country, with even new civilians was something starkly abrasive. She’d remembered the island, the little castle right off of Jeju. The sight of pure white dragon’s flying in and out of view. It was usually Father or her Grandfather, and every now and then her Grandmother would take to the skies, smaller dragon’s of all colors trailing behind her for her safety. 

She can’t remember much of it now, grey stone walls and dark tunnels, pretty yet decaying with the elding of them all. Nothing lasts forever and even Grandmother was hitting the cap in her age, but the Kangjeon Dragon’s tended to outlive those around them. It was fine then, life was settled like dust, and it took a lot more than notches in your belt or a flick of the wrist for it to all rise, when it did it was fire and brimstone, and someone’s bloodline was left wallowing in their extinction, but Kangjeon’s tended to stay on top. 

They weren’t inherently ‘rich’, there was no ‘royalty’, maybe back in those times, but the castle was only what remained of their dynasty, centuries later and here it stood, the new generation of Kangjeon, and his children living in it...happily..at first.

Sena could remember when her father had gotten sick. Not even the most well known witches and alchemist could cure him, simply only make him comfortable with pills, medicines and elixirs, mostly so that his two loving pride and joys, didn’t watch him suffer as he coughed blood into pure white handkerchiefs. And even more so in the fear of his death, as Grandmother Kangjeon wasn’t elated with the eldest of his lineage being a woman, but Seungyeol was much too young to be the head of their clan, but it wasn’t just Sena’s gender that had those before them at such an abrupt stance on her inheritance, but rather, she was the first dragon of their clan in over two hundred years to be born with solid black scales, and the infamous blue flame. Black dragons  aren't inherently rare, they’re seen pretty often, but the birth of a black dragon in Kangjeon clan is on the sign of impending doom, there is a reason why you’re only used to the pure white, iridescent scales and grey to white manes as they float heavenly around the pillars of the castle that tended to kiss the sky. The last time a black dragon was born into the clan, it was the extinction of them all that threatened to sweep through their village. And Sena’s blue flames and cerulean eyes were only an added smudge on their legacy.

But her father never treated Sena that way, in fact he favored her, showing her the beauties of art and dance, both talents of which she’d gained from him. He would spend hours in his study working with the smudge at his feet, and simply ignoring the lingering family of his that could not rapid their heads around his daughter's impurity. He wouldn’t allow them to blame her mother, a dragon of just as high of a stature with beautiful white and blue scales, as she was chosen to guarantee the ‘pureness’ of the bloodline.

The patriarch of the Kangjeon’s clan on their little island had only little time to live, as his illness swept over him not long after Sena’s birth, and only lasted him until the fifth birthday of his unblemished son. Only for the hope of what was left of the Kangjeon legacy to die shortly after, of the same unknown illness his father had come down with. 

It was then the clan could openly shun Sena and her mother, sending them off the island to Korea’s mainland with the close on their back and whatever her father had left them, it was there she’d met Sean Groskook, a traveling broker who fell for her ‘foreign’ charms and courted her until she finally agreed to marry him, and uproot their lives do west Texas.  What Sena thought would be a big suburban house on acres of land, Little House on the Prairie dream, was a living nightmare, not only for her but her mother as well.

Sean was a religious man, a man who ran his life by The Book, and for The Book. They were to eat together every night and pray together, to his god and his god only. As if Sena and her mother didn’t come from a world of myth and impracticalness, where the person next to you could be a god themselves. She couldn’t diminish herself to his world, the world of the man he claims is his maker and the maker to all, but if she refused to follow, he refused her regular parenting duties, food, shelter, clothing and on occasion subject her to violence unless she bowed down to his word and the word of the being he claimed to worship. 

But Sena had grown up the black sludge of her family her entire life, she’d even become the odd one out in this family as well, Sean had his own children, boys from another marriage, and Sena’s mother had grown pregnant quickly with another son. She was cat-like eyes and long dark hair in a sea of hazel hues and blonde locks, her brother even being born with more of Sean’s features than her heritage. And being the only female child in the house she was diminished to exactly that.

She’d continued to rebel, lugging black-eyes and bruises to school, but a God-fearing man to the community could do no harm, and to them Sena was the problem, she’d gotten those injuries from a stupid fight or working on the farm, that’s all she did anyways, constantly getting in altercations and hoping someone would hear her cries for help.  But it wasn’t until Sean had caught Sena with a neighborhood girl, cuddled behind a hay bail as they watched the cows and horses graze. Nightly the trauma played through her mind, like scenes from a bad horror film. When she closed her eyes she could see him dragging her across their land by her long black locks, ones she’d grown proud of growing as they settled at her ankles at just fifteen years old. She’d remember the way she screamed for her mother, who only stood there and cried, the way he threw her in that God-forsaken closet like she was a heap of  trash and the way he used her body in the name of the ‘Lord.’

The way he forced her legs apart, ignored the slaps and clawing at his face and body and kicking and screaming, the way he prayed in her ear as if this is what his god would have wanted. She remembered thinking it was over, and the way those boys opened the door, with solemn looks on their faces, tears in the youngest ones eyes as they lined up, and one by one, defiled her, that wicked man standing over and praying for them as he watched, as they all watched.

It was all darkness after that, as if the lights went out, only to be illuminated by blue flames that turned an angry red as the house slowly caved in on itself, their screams for her silent now, as she held to the phone shaking, wishing her mother didn’t have to go with them. 

It was years, in and out of police stations and court rooms, Sena found not guilty as according to them there was no evidence that she’d set the fire, and her battered and bruised body mingled with the blood caked on her thighs when they had found her, lead officers to not pry too much on what happened to her, and what needed to be done for her escape. The liberation of rusty police station scissors, leaving her long dark hair on the grimey tile as they whisked her away to testify. 

She’d found solace in a cousin that had moved to states then, running thick as thieves and rebelling in the streets, she’d found happiness and drugs and men but ultimately the pain that America had left on her soul sent her back to her home. It was strip club to strip club to make money, things were hard when you were on your own, when your family finally turned against you, but it was meeting the one man that would show her life’s meaning, after she felt she’d lost her cousin to marriage and a peaceful life, that seemed...to turn it all around for Sena.

But letting go of that rebellion was hard, making it in a ‘pristine’ world when you’ve been tarnished was hard, and joining the Night Bloods, made that easier. They’d gotten her the apartment she dreamed of, and the tattoo shop she yearned for, they’d gotten her the connections to further her search for the art she found joy in but they also had earned her, being alone all over again. Sure now, a five year old beautiful girl ran around her apartment with all her lovely joy and laughter...but she’d lost the man that had given her life meaning, and she’s clinging desperately to him...and everything else she’s got left.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (para sample): “Just run us through what happened that night”. - Officer

She picked at her chipped nail polish, rolling her eyes again. Sena was tired, so unbelievably tired and she’d had to relay this story over and over again until finally she landed herself here, the captain, social services and a psychiatrist sitting in front  of her. 

Sena ran through the events again, in grooling detail, every touch, every prayer, every slap every time he pushed his disgusting c*ck into her and every time his sons followed suite.

“I told you guys, I don’t remember how the fire started, everyone was just screaming and my mom yelled for me to get out.” She lied, remembering how pretty the blue flames bloomed over her finger tips, how the walls dared her to touch them, how the sounds of their screams made her feel, absolutely nothing but triumph.

Trembling hands rand through her choppy new look that she’d given herself the other day in the restroom. Her case worker had promised to take her to get it shaped and evened out but she honestly hadn’t cared, she would shave it if she could.

“And why did it take you so long to report it or get help Sena, the house was practically bare bones when fire fighters got there.”

She shrugged, “I tried calling, the reception was bad or something, why do we have to keep talking about this?”

“Yes Sena we do...people died in that fire, your mother, your step father, four of your siblings died, we have to know how to get to the bottom of this and make sure no one is targeting you so we can protect you.”