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last name, first name: jeup, dragan alias: reign, the white dragon, the white flame, boss realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 22 date of birth: june 2nd, 1999 gender: cismale preferred pronouns: he/him species: dragon-blood, pureblood vampire occupation: night bloods boss, law student/intern sexual orientation: straight could be questioning haven’t decided yet

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: pale eye color: one green, one smoke grey scars: a few from fighting one under his right eye on his cheek bone no others of significance piercings: a few up his ears tattoos: a white inked, dragon tattoo up his side and then around and over his shoulder, night bloods tattoo on his inner wrist (usually covered by a watch or bracelet) hair color: white with smokey grey tips naturally currently dyed black abnormalities: the absence of pigment in his dragon form due to his undead form as a vampire horns/ wings/ etc: sharp fangs transformed form: dragon form has long fangs from his vampire side, all white scales and white eyes with a smokey grey mane.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A

SINS:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  /  lust  /  pride  /  envy  /  wrath

VIRTUES: chastity  /  charity  /  diligence  /  humility /  patience /  justice

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Korean, English

SECRETS: It is not a secret to most of those in the Night Bloods but Dragan is the product of an affair his father had with a young girl, to which he got rid of in order to cover it up, though he raised Dragan with his other children.

SAVVIES: swordsmanship, acting

powers & abilities: General Dragon Powers include: Atmospheric Adaptation,Aura Sight (the ability to see ones aura), Elemental Breath (cold smoke), Supernatural Condition, Fear Masking, Wing Manifestation, Pyrokinesis (white flames), Smoke Manipulation, Ice Manipulation (Asian), Water Manipulation (Asian), Poison Manipulation, Blood Consumptions, Blood Empowerment, Blood Flow Vision, Contaminant Immunity, Immortality,  Hypnosis, Claw/Fang Retraction, Soullessness, Undead Pulse, and Venomous Fangs.

traits: resilient, venomous

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: june 2nd 1999 date of death: [ if applying for an undead character ] crime record: while he’s broken plenty of laws a lot of apd is in his and his families pocket therefore his only one on record was a fight he got into during his first week of college.

Background/Biography:

(tw: mention of a large age gap relationship, mention of murder, mention of parental death)

what is there to give to a boy who has everything? born into an empire at the hands of a mistress, the word chaebol runs through his veins in the absence of blood. once the trailing child, behind centuries worth of a clans rule, he was the king of agdoeg’s bastard, sort of. it wasn’t that his father hadn’t claimed him but dragan had spent most of his life, training in the shadows to take over a crown that could never actually be his, not by birth right. his brother could live for ever and he could only lie in waiting in hopes of mere acceptance let alone royalty. 

living in the shadows of his elder siblings wasn’t inherently the origin to this story. he wasn’t left out by any means though the sly looks and the absolute subtle disdain of his ‘other mother’ tended to make it all feel heavy. the disappearance of his own mother, the king of agdoeg’s mistress, remnants of her lying only in the journals she’d left, not sure for him or herself, but they told a tale of what she thought was love, such a young age falling for such a monster, and yet it was what dragan had wanted to become.

he followed his father around like a protégé even if he’d gain nothing from it. he’d practice his speeches in the mirror, mime his gestures, sit in his seat when he wasn’t around. he’d always craved the respect the man had, always yearned for his spot at the top. those who bowed to his father treated him as an off handed add on, the primary focus, the purest of bloods, the one’s who held the clans name in their palms simply from being born. dragan didn’t get that luxury, at first, and it wasn’t until the death of the woman that his mother stole from that he’d be able to even taste what his siblings were able to have.

his father had taught him everything, and in his brother’s downward spiral in grief conversations went from hushed tones to loud enough for him to hear every word. 

‘birthright didn’t mean capable.’

‘we need someone stronger than that to take my place,’

the list would go on and on and dragan found himself at the center of attention, just how he liked it. it was an insatiable thirst, and daring hunger to be at the top. he fought for it, he hurt for it, he killed for it and they worshipped him.

he was everything his father wanted him to be, ruthless, vile, evil, but most importantly loyal. but sinister must be hidden, and his father taught him a skill he hadn’t taught his other children, how to become someone completely different. how to jar and pickle your true identity, only allowing the wafting of beautiful smells in it’s wake so he became the charming boy. the boyish crush to walk through university doors. he was all letterman jackets and styled hair, high top converse and light washed jeans. 

going on he studied the law, being a criminal empire’s heir only meant he needed to know more about it, and he’d become good at it too, top of his class and into the law grad program of his university, all under disguise. 

his father’s death brought only...satisfaction, finally... the throne was his. and so it became, he ran it with such furry, hands stained with blood until he became a legend to those trickled at the bottom, he was a shadow again, but this time dark and brooding, not hoping to be noticed, but feared.

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

a dark, angry chuckle dipped along the mixed-breed’s lips. pouty lips no longer held their innocent boyish smile and the mask melted away. the officers turned to each other in confusion, who was he? what was he? 

“c-can i just talk to the guy in charge please?” he pretended.

the bellow in his voice only made agdoeg’s very own scurry in confusion, the leader of this troupe strolling in, a look of pity, and humiliation flashing across his face as he came into view of his own nightmare.

“choi...jung-won.” he stammered out slowly, pointing to the the two way mirror, to which the man in front of him nodding, forcing his subordinates to turn it off no longer being able to see.

“have a seat. i see you have yet to let your lackey’s in on your little under the table deal with me. why am i in here? why am i in cuffs? and why! are my men! out! side! in fucking! holding cells!” dragan banged on the table with every single word he yelled, the officer swallowing as he sat down. 

“I don’t like when people don’t hold up their ends of the deal choi jung-won.” he turned his head cocking it to the side, “you get your disgusting free access to the clubs and drugs that you want and we don’t send photos of you hog tied with a fucking hard on to your wife and my men stay out of your precinct, is that not the deal we agreed on?”

“yes...sir but the knew recruits they don’t...the didn’t know.”

“that’s not good enough.” the white dragon spat, lifting his pointer finger in the air and beckoning him closer, “quickly, choi jung-won.” slowly, the officer leaned in close, trembling as he placed his ear at mouth level for dragan to speak into. “my men, out of those cells now! now! right fucking now!”