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[txt] Can eyu ecomer eher eplease [txt] Pelase SUngJOON i NEED HELP[txt] Wher ear eyou? .[txt] .

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You're such a fucking DUMBASS I can’t believe you fucking oh my God you screwed up Sungjoon you screwed up I screwed up I can’t DO this fuck didn’t I fucking tell you fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK”

[[ Call ends: a hoarse scream. vocal cords: bleeding. throat: broken- ]]

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"MY WATER BROKE"

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Wand Information Wand wood: Red oak Wand core: Phoenix feather Wand length: 10 ¾"

Magic/Combat Information: Skills: Charms, surveillance and intelligence, flying, apparition. Strengths: Offensive magic, quick reflexes, rather skilled at picking up on deception. Legilimency is an art he has only begun to learn, one which he eagerly wishes to master. Weaknesses: Defensive magic, strategy and organizing. Not a natural leader. Again his tendency to focus his energy outwards manifests in blind spots, like his emphasis on offensive rather than defensive magic -- if he's so keen on learning Legilimency he should know Occlumency as well, but this is not a main priority of his. Additional Information: Joined the Order soon after graduation. Has experience in the field in both combat and intelligence gathering.

Stats: Compassion: 3/10 Empathy: 3/10 Creativity: 4/10 Mental Flexibility: 6/10 Motivation: Fulfills duties out of necessity, but his motivation does not extend far beyond that. His primary drive is self-preservation.

Stamina: 7/10 Physical Strength: 5/10 Battle Skill: 6/10 Initiative: 7/10 Restraint: 5/10 Agility: 6/10 Strategy: 3/10 Teamwork: 4/10

Employment Information Graduated from: Hogwarts, Slytherin House Employer: Order of the Phoenix Years Employed: 3 Additional Information: Working full-time with the Order; does not technically have an official occupation aside from it, but he has been stationed in the Auror office (thanks to some string-pulling and forged documents) by Albus Dumbledore. Has been assigned guard duties (read: surveillance) over one Zitao Huang, Ministry Hit-Wizard and former Death Eater.

Extra Information: Likes: Freedom, travel, music. In others, humility, open-mindedness, artistic and musical tendencies. People who stand up for themselves and do not compromise their personal integrity. Dislikes: Restriction of freedom, disrespect, prejudice, superiority complexes. Authority figures and structures. Unnecessary cruelty, vanity, pride, and greed. Hobbies: He does not get much free time outside of work, but when he does he usually spends it relaxing at home or bonding (i.e. drinking) with his fellow Order members. He enjoys both Wizarding and muggle rock music and has played the guitar for several years. Boggart: His own dead body. A common boggart form is that of loved ones, and here a key piece of his personality is expressed. He is primarily concerned with himself, even though he has joined the cause for the "greater good". Patronus: Fox.

Personality: Introverted by nature, he is undoubtedly a cynic who comes off as cautious and suspicious. While he is primarily logic-oriented he does possess a keen intuition in some areas -- namely, the degree to which someone should be trusted. Others may argue he is overly skeptical but he swears by the concept that one is better safe than sorry, and as such it is difficult to earn his confidence. Morally he is more neutral and less zealous about the cause than most of the others in the Order, but the beginning of the war put him in a position where he felt compelled to choose a side and he has remained loyal to the one which, in his eyes, had the best motivation. Perhaps typical of those sorted into Slytherin house he is adaptable and cunning, possessed of a strong sense of self-preservation which combined with his ability to think on his feet has enabled him to survive some dire circumstances. When at ease, in those rare wartime moments of relaxation and comfort, he can be quite easygoing, amusing those close to him with his signature dry wit.

Biography: Born to a muggle father and a witch mother, Sungjoon was raised in a humble household in rural East Kent. His father was a coal miner who met his future wife on a drunken night out on the town in London. After a brief courtship the two wed, welcoming the son who would be their only child after just a few months of marriage. Her rapid love affair and choice of husband ostracized Sungjoon's mother from her family, who, though not outright prejudiced against muggles and muggle-borns, still held the old-fashioned view that she was bringing shame upon the family by not "marrying well" -- a euphemism for joining their bloodline with that of a more prestigious wizarding family.

Never having known his mother's parents or her sisters, Sungjoon never felt their scorn. His father's parents still resided in Korea, so he never met them either. Still, they were happy -- an insular but self-sustained little clan living in a quaint farmhouse that always smelled of home-cooked meals and a fire crackling in the hearth. Much to his mother's delight, Sungjoon received his invitation to Hogwarts at eleven and went on to accept his rightful place at the school. It was in his second year that his half-blood status came to light, something his peers would never forget. Not everyone in Slytherin house held this fact against him, but enough did that he began to withdraw, putting more of his attention into academics and less into the social aspects of life at Hogwarts. He learned to be independent and not rely on anyone else -- a trait which would serve him well when grave news reached him in fifth year. A shaft at the coal mine where his father worked had collapsed, trapping the man and several of his fellow workers inside and killing them.

It was like a switch had been flipped, illuminating everything he'd been blind to these last few years. The collapse of his idyllic family life shed light on the state of the wizarding world, enabling him to see it for all its ugliness in glaring relief. These were not isolated incidents -- tragic accidents, a string of murders by some madman -- and the ones who called themselves the Death Eaters were more than a delusional band of fringe extremists. They were gaining power and influence more rapidly than anyone in the halls of Hogwarts or even the Ministry wanted to admit, and this was an all-out war.

As his seventh year drew to a close, Sungjoon stood at a crossroads. Whispers filled the Slytherin dormitory of the undefeatable Dark wizard known only as Voldemort, and it was with a hushed reverence that they spoke of his rise to power. It was clear he was amongst boys and girls who were becoming men and women eager to join his ranks. It would be a lie to say that Sungjoon wasn't tempted, but when it came down to a final decision he only had to look at the contempt on their faces to know he had never belonged with them.

It comes out of the blue, and the words are so foreign and cumbersome Sungjoon doesn’t know what to do with them. There are a couple reasons he’s frozen in place — staring in disbelief and no small measure of an apprehensiveness that borders dangerously on dread.

The fact that there’s no one else who knows virtually everything about him and still chooses to seek out his presence is one he never likes to face head-on and today is no different. So by the time he’s finished speaking Sungjoon’s mind has picked out other phrases to latch onto. There seems to be some discrepancy between Soohyuk’s definition of love and his (understatement of the fucking year), but more troubling — the prospect of his death has been on someone’s mind besides his own. It’s fortunate he doesn’t believe in things like omens or that feeling settling into his stomach would be cause for concern.

"Yours, huh?" He composes himself and allows a half-hearted laugh, a wry smile. "Yeah, you’ll try. Noble of you but I don’t need you gettin’ shot trying to play hero. Shit’s complicated enough as it is.”

There's a fuckin' bullet in your shoulder. { `his voice is monotonous, eyes barely visible through the hollowed slits ; spindly fingers brush past the other's wound as he steps forward and hisses } This isn't me playin' hero- I'm going to rip him apart, 'nd if you don't wanna tell me who he is, fine. I'll find him. I'll find him. Quit the game while ya still can 'cause once you're in too deep, they'll fuckin blow your brains out while you're sleeping. I don't know what kinda bullshit you get yourself into when I'm not watchin over ya, but you really need to stop -- fuck Sungjoon, you're going to die. You're going to get yourself absolutely fucking killed 'cause you're stupid. 

{ `takes a few steps back while throwing both hands into his hair ; there's a clear sign of slight distress on his face, what with the exasperated dilation of the pupil & the paleness of his skin } Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ. { ` -- the sun had started setting -- } 'm not flippin' out on ya this time, not like I did last time, not at all like I did last time, but stop bein some fuckin angsty teenage kid and don't get yourself into gangs 'cause you're not the one who gets another chance. Ya don't get to fuck around with death, dude, you'll die. You'll die, 'nd what the fuck am I supposed to do then? What the fuck am I supposed to do when your face is all fucked up 'nd you're layin' there, 'nd I'm stuck wondering whether or not I'll even be able to punch ya after for being so fucking stupid? You're going to get yourself killed. You don't know shit about the streets man, you don't know jack shit. It's been too long since you've been involved in this stuff. 

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