#vccivilian

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last name, first name: lee, david alias: electro realm of birth(if earth, nationality): earth age: 23 date of birth: september 1, 1997 gender: cis-gender male preferred pronouns: he/him, they/them species: cyborg level 1, civilian sexual orientation: questioning

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: light tanned eye color: dark brown, blue tint when using eye enhancemets scars: none reported piercings: both ears tattoos: a simple black star on left wrist hair color: black, dyed a variety of colors at times abnormalities: none reported horns/ wings/ etc: none transformed form: none

PERSONAL FILE:

powers & abilities: enhanced vision, lens screen, vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) traits: determined, aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: september 1, 1997

date of death: -

crime record: a clean record

BACKGROUND/BIOGRAPHY:

david was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. his sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “i’m cuter.”at times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was …david, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. his parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. he excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. that was something his mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his mother remarried a “rich man”. though he was kind he was very distant to him. his sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

it was during middle school did david and his sister start to grow apart. sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his sister’s focus. he had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. the young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. david used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. he kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

given the reputation of his father, david knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. now being in the army was a double edge sword. there wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. not for his own goals or wants but that of his father. it was during this time did david see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. the constant question on his mind was “where do i belong?”.  well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. college.

a bit older and wiser, david could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. while he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. his duties to his family and country are complete. it’s for david to live for himself. during his 1st year of college his sister got married much to the joy of his parents. his brother-in-law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. it wasn’t until a few months later did his sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. their step-dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their mom had reservations. knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked david to look after her.

this was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. david had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. his sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. not going through with it put distance between the young man and his mom. maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but david had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. this afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. his grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. with his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. this offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

INTERVIEW QUESTION (PARA SAMPLE): “JUST RUN US THROUGH WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT”. - OFFICER

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Last Name, First Name: Lee, David ALIAS: Electro Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth Age: 23 Date of Birth: September 1, 1997 Gender: Cis-gender male Preferred Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them Species: Cyborg Level 1, Civilian  Sexual Orientation: Questioning

 VISUAL FILE: 

Skin Color: Light Tanned Eye color: Dark brown, Blue tint when using eye enhancemets Scars: None reported Piercings: Both ears Tattoos: A simple black star on left wrist Hair color: Black, dyed a variety of colors at times Abnormalities: None reported Horns/ wings/ etc: None Transformed form: None

PERSONAL FILE:

Powers & Abilities: Enhanced Vision, Lens screen, Vital monitor and data collection, temperature scanning, night vision, light adjustment vision, app synchronization (photo, video recording, downloading) Traits: Determined, Aloof

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: September 1, 1997

Date of Death: -

Crime Record: A clean record

Background/Biography:

David was the 2nd born in his family, to a career solider and a

struggling

opera singer. His sister was 1st and her words upon seeing him as a baby was “I’m cuter.”At times he felt neglected given that his sister was getting more attention that him, she was the golden child while he was . . .David, quiet most of the time but had moments of intense energy. His parents enrolled him a variety of sports which kept him in check. He excelled in martial arts (taekwondo and kumdo) and basketball which was used as leverage to keep in ballet. That was something his Mother wanted for both of her children, though he never got a reason why. Near the end of elementary school his parent’s divorced and his Mother remarried a “rich man”. Though he was kind he was VERY distant to him. His Sister however took a liling to increases social status she had.

It was during middle school did David and his Sister start to grow apart. Sneaking out, skipping class, among other things became his Sister’s focus. He had an idea of some things but didn’t speak on them since it would lead to an argument. “Boring and straight laced” was what she called him, he and to edge to him. The young boy’s concern was to make in on a national team, it didn’t matter the sport. David used his studies as a shield against the chaos around him, not just at home and school, but the city in general. Sometimes it felt like a comic with how crime was almost normalized be it in the background or directly involving you. He kept his circle small and hid most information about himself, his image had to be pure for the scouts and his future career.

Given the reputation of his Father, David knew military enlistment was the next step college or not. Now being in the army was a double edge sword. There wasn’t this pressure to perform like say the marines but he was held to a higher standard. Sometimes he was afforded privildges like extra time but also more severe punishments for making the same mistake as others. Just going for 2 years wasn’t enough, he was expected to stay for 3. Not for his own goals or wants but that of his Father. It was during this time did David see that he had lived a rather comfortable life compared to others in his unit, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have any issues. The constant question on his mind was “Where do i belong?”.  Well the military wasn’t the answer, his discharge date couldn’t come soon enough and when it came, he was already in another system. College.

A bit older and wiser, David could fully focus on his studies (again) something he was happy about and rebuild some parts of his past that he couldn’t while serving. While he is aware his parents expect to major in something like medicine or law, he has no interest in either. His duties to his family and country are complete. It’s for David to live for himself. During his 1st year of college his Sister got married much to the joy of his parents. His Brother-in-Law was “well put together” despite being a little off in his manners. It wasn’t until a few months later did his Sister reveal she married a vampire along with hints of her planning to become one. Their Step-Dad was willing to overlook all of his since it met more access to money and power however their Mom had reservations. Knowing her relationship was rocky with her daughter, she asked David to look after her.

This was 1 of the few times in his life he went against his parents wishes. David had a real chance to be a top athlete and having a gang affiliation wouldn’t help. Even if he did have access to money and in some ways protection it was too big of a risk. His Sister made her choice to get and stay involved, if she did need help he would but only from her directly. Not going through with it put distance between the young man and his Mom. Maybe it was pressure of college, stress, or still trying to answer the question but David had a chance to “be better” and secretly got an enhancement on his eyes. This afforded him the ability to study in any lighting and pick up on details he would other wise miss. His grade improved greatly but the bigger reward was that his physical fitness was fine tuned to the point he could stay at his peak. With his enhancement he could monitor his calorie intake and vitals, adjust his work out plan so his whole body performing at it’s maximum. This offered him some stability as he had something to thrive for and could take his mind off of the less appealing parts of his life.

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

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Last Name, First Name: Moon, Yejun ALIAS: Moon Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Age: 23 Gender:  Cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species:  Nagini Occupation:   Idol, Night Blood’s affiliate Sexual Orientation: Bisexual Any Associated/Owned Businesses:  MBH Entertainment

VISUAL FILE:  

Skin Color:  tan Eye color:  chartreuse   Scars:  none Piercings:  both ears Tattoos: shooting stars behind his left ear Hair color: Black Abnormalities: forked tongue Horns/ wings/ etc: Transformed form: a large blue viper (reference) 

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  n/a

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

VIRTUES: chastity   /   temperance /   charity  /  diligence   /  kindness /   patience  /   humility  

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   fluent; Korean/English, conversational; Japanese/Chinese

SECRETS:   Got help from Night Bloods in order to start his company. They currently own seventy percent of MBH Entertainment

SAVVIES:   Singing, dancing, piano

Powers & Abilities: snake physiology, poison generation, poison immunity

Traits: Confident but unsympathetic  

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   7/15/1999

Date of Death:   [ if applying for an undead character ]

Crime Record:   N/A

Background/Biography:

 From an early age, Yejun knew that he wanted to perform. As a child, he spent hours singing along to songs on the radio and frequenting karaoke rooms. His parents supported his love of the arts and enrolled him in an arts school. There, he got vocal training and found a new love in the form of dance. At fourteen, he was scouted after a school performance. He began training at MSB Entertainment while finishing high school. It was barely a year before he debuted as the main vocal and lead dancer in I2I.   

The group was a big success. Nobody had anticipated the amount of success that the five boys would have. After five years of nonstop performances and being told exactly what to do, say and act, Yejun made the decision to leave I2I. During all of this, the only constant person that kept him grounded was his childhood friend, Dragan Jeup. They’d been thick as thieves , in their younger years and continued that bond as they grew older. That’s why it was a no brainer to ask the youngest Jeup to help him to build his own entertainment company. He didn’t need anything big. He just wanted a place where he could create music his way without hiding who he was and how he loved. He’d come out as bi and despite losing some fans, he gained even more.  After a year, he finally released his first solo song and it was praised by fans and critics. 

He was still topping charts and continues to do so, two years later. Yejun was well aware of the gangs of Agdoeg and he’d rather not be directly involved, considering his public image. But that didn’t stop him from accepting Dragan’s offer of letting them watch out for him and his company. They did own seventy percent of the company after all.   Yejun is a very opinionated man. His blunt way of speaking was often considered sassy by his friends but he just saw it as not sugarcoating his words. He’d done that for way too long. The idol was often pictured with different men and women but he never admitted to what their relationship was. He’d rather leave the public guessing. Relationships had never been his thing since he never had time to really get to know anyone well enough to want anything more than sex. And he can’t see his opinion on that changing anytime soon. For now, Yejun just wants to focus on his music and enjoying his twenties

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

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 last name, first name: Cho Taewon alias: Tempest realm of birth: Earth - Korean age: 25 gender: cismale preferred pronouns: he/him species: Dragon-blood occupation: Assistant Inspector for the Agdoeg Police Department sexual orientation: Bisexual any associated/owned businesses: None

VISUAL FILE:  (please match the listed visual descriptions on the species page)

skin color: Pale with a golden undertone that only becomes apparent when he stops avoiding the sun eye color: Amber scars: His left eye and ear are deformed by a large burn scar that originates near his hair line and extends down to his mid cheek piercings: None tattoos: None hair color: Dark brown abnormalities: None horns/ wings/ etc: He has a small nub of a velvet antler near his hairline on his right side, it’s not big enough to appear through his hair unless he styles it a specific way transformed form: A long serpentine body with aventurine green scales erupting from a creamy white skin. His underbelly scales are white with a sky blue iridescence. The scales on his snout, claws, and tail tip gradually ebb into a brown jasper colour. His 3 pronged antler extends back from his brow and is the same dark brown as his claw nails. A storm blue mane travels down the length of his body, the end of his tail, elbows, and whiskers have tufts of the same fur. [ inspiration ]

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  raised by a priest so he’s religious in practice but internally he’s conflicted

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

VIRTUES: chastity   /   temperance /   charity  /  diligence   /  kindness /   patience  /   humility  

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   Korean, basic English (he’s better at understanding/reading than speaking)

SECRETS:   He’s been keeping track of the killings caused by his possessed brother and making sure that they can never be traced back to him.

SAVVIES:   He’s incredibly smart, having graduated the same year as his brother despite them having a 2 year age gap. The amount of programming and white hat hacking he dabbles in as a hobby would be enough to land him a good job in the field, but he uses those skills instead to assist in investigations. During the short time between him graduating and starting at the academy he had managed to climb the leaderboards in ranked Starcraft so brutally and efficiently that his username is still remembered and some opponents force quit the game when matching with him. He prefers RTSs but he’ll play FPSs and MOBAs, always finding himself naturally climbing ranks and he’s had to turn down a couple offers to go pro from organizations.

Powers & Abilities: Asian Dragon-Blood Variation: Atmospheric Adaptation, Enhanced Senses (Hearing, Smell, and Touch), Semi-Immortality, Elemental Breath - Mist & Squall, Supernatural Condition, Hurricane Creation, Vapour Manipulation, Air Manipulation

Traits: Tenacious and reticent

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   October 31, 1996

Date of Death:   [ if applying for an undead character ]

Crime Record:  Clean

Background/Biography:

A stick jabbed into his gut, once, then twice, then once again. “Are you dead?” a voice whispered, hushed with worry and not expecting the groan he gave as an answer. There was a yelp, and so much more noise as he coughed up water. Arms lifted him out of the riverbed and he didn’t have the energy to fight them off. For once in his life he didn’t have to.

Everything about the hospital was overwhelming. Too many noises. Too many smells. Too many people. He stiffened, inhaling deeply whenever anyone approached but a warm hand would squeeze at his right before he tipped over into panic. Between the burn across his face, broken bones, deep set bruises, and clawed gouges in his skin no one was surprised that the only visitors that came were the family that found him in the first place. He could answer their questions, but wouldn’t. It didn’t matter now. He had finally gotten away.

“You’re sharing a room with me,” the boy said, gently though as if it were a question, before guiding him further into the house. He stared at their joined hands for a while, not noticing much else until he felt the boy’s fingers start to slip away so he clutched at them tighter. They squeezed his back.

Brought to a table, he squinted in confusion as things were placed upon it, objects he didnt recognize in a pattern he didn’t understand. Their hands drew him to the spot beside the boy and he followed his lead, only to frown as the distance between the chairs was farther than their arms and he refused to let go. After a moment of visible thinking, the boy struggled to move the chair with one hand until the man came near. He shrinked away, not registering that the soft but sad look in the man’s eyes was a reaction to him. What mattered was that the chairs were now close together and the two could finally take their seats.

Food he had never seen before laid in front of him. Despite the drool pooling in his mouth he waited to move until the other’s did, only to grow more confused as instead of eating they all bent their heads. The man’s voice was gentle, reverent as he said words that held unknown meaning. But he picked out enough. Thank you. Finding the boy. Share this meal. Bring him home. His eyes were swimming by the time the man was done talking. He didn’t need to know every word to understand what it all meant. They wanted him to stay. He didn’t have to run anymore. The woman rushed over from the other side of the table as they all looked up to find him crying. Her arms cradled him carefully which only made him sob harder. With her hand running through his hair, she whispered softly, “It’s ok. You’re safe, dear. You’re home now.”

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

From the shadowed room on the other side of the one way glass, the amber of his eyes caught the light in such a way that they seemed to glow. He squinted, focusing past his glasses, the window, and honed onto the woman being interrogated. Catching that her fingers tapped against the table in a consistent waving motion, her sentences beginning and ending between the spaces of the pattern. It was almost mezmerising in how precise and deliberate it all was. The hairs on the back of his neck shot up, tingling as even from here he could feel the caress of the air changing, bending with a weight unseen.

“She’s casting a spell,” Taewon huffed, pushing off the table to intervene. One hand yanked the door open in tandem to the other reaching out, the wind extending his influence across the room. The air beneath her nails suddenly swirling in such a dense vortex to force them still. Her perfectly controlled demeanor slipping just as quickly. Surprise, confusion, realization, then rage flashed across her face in rapid succession as the allure she held over the interrogating officers faded away.

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last name, first name: Park Shinwoo alias: Sin realm of birth(if earth, nationality): Earth age: 25 gender: male preferred pronouns: he/him species: hellhound occupation: Police lieutenant sexual orientation: straight any associated/owned businesses: n/a

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: tan eye color: honey brown scars: none piercings: ears tattoos: 'Hyerim' on his chest right above his heart hair color: naturally white abnormalities: n/a horns/ wings/ etc: n/a transformed form: [ you can find these in your muses species section here.] Large black hellhound with red eyes

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF:  N/A , doesn't seem to care about it. Pretty cynical about everything.

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   Korean and English. Fluent in both

SECRETS:   Is tied to Night Bloods. He gets information to them in order to find the man who threatened his family

SAVVIES:   video games, researching, technology

Powers & Abilities:   Canine Physiology, Hell-Fire Manipulation (a denigrating black fire that only hell hounds can produce), Enhanced Sense and Speed (Hellhounds), Feline Physiology, Fire Aura, Spiritual Awareness

Traits:  + loyal , - impulsive 

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: unknown but he was left at the orphanage on Halloween. So, he uses it as his birthday

date of death: n/a

crime record: has used his job to keep his fiancée out of jail.

Background/Biography:

Park ‘Sin’ Shinwoo had never known who his birth parents were. He’d grown up in an orphanage and was adopted when he was in middle school. He was never given any background on who his parents were. Despite that, he’d always been a happy child. from a young age, he’d always been very honest. If he did something wrong, he owned up to it no matter the consequences. As he got older, he’d grown obsessed with wanting to be a police officer. He saw the officers as just and right. He wanted to help people and he’d seen a lot of crime around the city. He spent his high school years in Chicago, learning the English language and learning about other cultures. After graduating, he went to Seoul National University and studied engineering. It was his senior year, when he met the woman who would change his life forever. A year into the relationship, they found themselves expecting a baby girl. Once Hyerim was born. Sin joined the police academy and while there, he became very good friends with a man by the name of Briar. They were partners when he first joined the force. He loved everything about being a cop. He was able to help others as well as keep the streets of Agdoeg clean of crime. For years,he lived happily with his family. But one night changed it all. His fiancée had found herself in a tight jam and Sin didn’t want to see her put away so he made the whole situation disappear. He knew that it was wrong but he didn’t want to lose her. But one situation became two and then three and before he knew it, he’d become the type of cop that he despised. When he realized that she wasn’t going to choose him over her lifestyle, he left her. He still continues to take care of his daughter and from time to time, he finds himself falling into bed with his ex. He wants to cut things off but at the same time, he’s afraid to lose her completely.

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

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last name, first name: doe, john alias: blue realm of birth(if earth, nationality): cosmic age: n/a - officials labeled found child to look around 5 human years, legal age 22 date of birth: n/a gender: non-binary male preferred pronouns: he/they species: planetary elf sexual orientation: homosexual

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: grey with a glittering shift to it eye color: one grey/casted  over, the other blue crystal like. scars: one large birthmark like scar over hist stomach. piercings: up both ears, and one in his belly-button tattoos: a few tiny, delicate ones on various parts of his body hair color: natrually white, currently and constantly kept baby blye. abnormalities: his casted over eye, glittering tears horns/ wings/ etc: pointed ears transformed form: the lights on their feet and palms only glow when the sun sets, and their grey skin shifts like the diamonds their eyes used to resemble.

PERSONAL FILE:

religious belief:  n/a sins:  greed  /  gluttony  /  sloth  / LUST  /  pride  /  ENVY  /  wrath virtues: CHASTITY  /  CHARITY  /  diligence  /  humility /  KINDNESS /  patience /  justice known languages: italian and korean, average english secrets: after blue was assaulted by an ex, that ex…mysteriously went missing savvies:  fashion, painting, sculpting, drawing powers & abilities: space/star elf physiology ( these types of elves live in space and reside in communities where magic and technology are one. this means that the technology they use will either be crystalline, or organic constructs that are both in tune with nature and capable of destroying whole cities.), cosmic entity physiology, star mediation, illusion magic, celestial magic, night vision, lunar (dark) magic. traits: resilient & indulgent

BACKGROUND CHECK:

date of birth: n/a date of death: approx. sometime during earth’s autumn of 1021 a.d. crime record: clean

Background/Biography:

the carnage rained down above him, an image he couldn’t quite make out with his youthful eyes. why was mother crying? why was father packing their things?

“there’s still room on the ship.” came as a hushed whisper, the elve’s siblings gathered in the living area as the sky ignited into flames. one of their many moons was breaking into pieces, and half of the planet was shrouded in a darkness no one could describe.

“why has she forsaken us?” was a phrase that was being screamed into the the streets as he was dragged along, knees dripping with their colored blood as his mother kept him in tow. they would make it, she kept screaming to them amongst the chaos, but as she spoke their hands parted ways, a severely burnt stranger running into the child out of panic and fear. she couldn’t come back to save him by the time she noticed.

the child only waved goodbye, glittering tears coming down his cheeks as he realized his fate, the only solace on his heart was his families safety.

it was mostly blackness after that, it seemed like an eternity and merely a few minutes all at the same time. the grass was soft and itchy as he awoke, sun beating down on his skin, a warmth that didn’t feel familiar. nothing, seemed familiar. the mountains were greyer, the snow atop them was whiter and the trees surrounded him on both sides, nothing but forest and foliage around him.

was this heaven? but everything seemed so real…too real almost. but he digressed, he had to. the child spent years in this wilderness, eating and learning among the wild until a family who spoke a language he’d never heard came across him. life amongst humans in the village was a show, and he was the main star, all eyes on the elf at all times. his grey skin and blue streaked hair, long pointed ears and mismatched eyes, the latter two granting him his name, the only name he’d come to know, ‘blue’.

it was simply by looks did they choose a jurisdiction for him, unable to speak any languages of earth aside the slight italian he owned, it was when the south korean government came in that things fell from the wild bliss he was born into.

they’d put him into systems, inked his fingers and changed his clothes. they forced a language onto him and put him from home to home, his picture blown up on every television screen every billboard. “do you know this child?”

“do you know me?”

“are you my family?” unbeknownst to them all including blue, that they were gone generations ago.

he grew up in this system, a cycle of foster homes and temporary placements, every few years a new photo of him is taken, plastered along the television stations and agdoeg signs. but he moved past it, he was getting older, and people were starting  not to care, including the officers who basically raised him.

even when the guy he’d sworn loved him hurt him in a way he couldn’t imagine. even when he’d had to hurt him back, they never came knocking, no one ever came looking for the evil bastard, even  as blue cleaned the assholes home of every stain he could find. he’d carry that burden  on, something new to take on since the horror of losing it all a life time ago, no longer existed in his mind,

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

the elf shifted in his sheet, brows furrowed in confusion. “nothing, i mean something but nothing. i don’t know where he is if that’s what you’re asking?”

the officers shook their heads, sliding the file onto the table.

“we know what happened to you, and we know he’s been missing for days, and we think you know more than what you’re telling us.”  he tossed his bangs to the side, slipping back in the plastic chair.

“look, i don’t know what you’re insinuating, but if you’re trying to say that i had something to do with that asshole up and leaving you’re wrong.”

“don’t make us get a warrant, blue is it? or whatever color it is. one day you get what you call ‘r*ped’, the system didn’t care so you took care of it are we right? we can’t help you if you don’t help us.”

the elf’s eye twitched in anger. how dare they, what did they actually know? a bit of research on the infamous john doe and suddenly they knew everything about him. he rolled his eyes to hide his emotions, though his ducts burned with tears.

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Last Name, First Name: Cho Doyun Alias: the Chariot Realm of birth (if earth, nationality): Korean Age: 27 Date of Birth: 01/15/1994 Gender: Cismale Preferred Pronouns: he/him Species: Human (Incubus possessed) Occupation: Unemployed (Former teacher) Sexual Orientation: ????

VISUAL FILE:

Skin Color: Pale Eye color: Dark Brown Scars: None Piercings:  Earrings but thats about it Tattoos: None Hair color: Black Abnormalities: Idk he’s a long boi Horns/ wings/ etc: None Transformed form: Upon full possession, hiseyes turn grey, his skin tinges a sickly sort of grey color beneath, his teeth become sharper. His shadow betrays him, showing the Incubus’ full physiology: bat wings, the tail, giant goat horns upon his head.

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: Used to be religious but being possessed probs means that you forsaken any god

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, and whatever archiac hell language the incubus speaks (admin note: it’s latin sejung)

SECRETS: He has no idea when the incubus takes over. He’s in a constant battle against it, pushing it out from his mind, but sometimes he becomes weak. allowing the thing to fully overcome him. He doesn’t kn ow what it does when it locks him away. He only awaken s later with a horrifying sense of dread bubbling in the pit of his stomach.

SAVVIES: Reading, proficiency in Literature

Powers & Abilities: the human has no discernable traits but the Incubus can induce sex magic

Traits: deeply righteous but is also really reclusive

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth: 01/15/1994

Date of Death: N/A

Crime Record: None, but the incubus is trying to start a coup in Hell so  ... there’s that

Background/Biography:

tw: Religious depictions, violence, content warning: if you are visually impaired pieces of the following text maybe hard to read/a strain on your sight.

The incubus rose.

Born from something deep within the fiery depths of hell itself, it claws its way out. It owns no name, no holding of any form in any realm for it to matter. It has become weak, and unfortunately, just a little bit desperate. It seeks power; a craving so deep and innate that it feels like it’s blood is bubbling over. For it’s millenium of living, it had known only squalor. It sought to sit upon that gilded throne at the very heart of the infernal underworld, but it was weak… powerless against demons that claimed higher positions in power over it. It hated it. It was filled with a sense of pride… it would become more than this…

Ĭ̸̧̻̭̺̮̙̞̺͚̹̭̺̱̟̺̈́̀͊̈́͆͂̎̓̈̀̀̏͆T̷̺̎ ̶̢͙͓̹̟̻̯̟͍̙̭̘̳̓̄̈́̂̎̉͆̂̈́͜W̴̧̛͕͓͙͉̞̺̰̆̓͒͑̐͂̽͠͝O̴̧̧͓̝̣͈̙̹̤̮̯̬͖̮͑̂̅̀̉̈́͑́͊̓̀͊̑͒͘Ū̴̟̱̣̝͎͌̎̿̽͌͠͝L̸̤̺̬̂͛̐̂͛̊̓͂̉Ḏ̴͚̄̓́̋͒̽̚͠͝ ̶͍̫͍̓̈̐̕͠I̶̢̧̩̮̦̲͓̻̱͕̋̊͌͐͠T̸̢̡̜͙̠̮͎̔́͛̃̓̂͑́̀̄̕ ̸̡̡̙̜͈̙̭̳̻̦͑͗̃̂̔̃͛̓W̶̡̺̖̱̠̖̦̬̙̤̗͉͆̕Ò̴̹͎Ứ̷̧̦̹̫͎͉͙̣̗̭͚̠̘̹͒̂̌̽͌͂̅͆͜L̸̝̼͉͔̿͆͒͆͛́̇̇̊̆͘͠D̸̨̧̡̯̱͚̬̩͊͂̄͗̑͆͜͝͝ ̷̳͕̥̒͆Ȉ̴̧̨̡̭̠̺̰͚̝̦̤̖̳́͐͌ͅT̸̡͍̱̺͛̄̐͒͒͑̈́͌̄̑͗͗̂̕͝ ̴̛̛̩́͗̀̋͊̊̓̈́̕Ẁ̷̡̧̜̝̘͓͚̪͇̙̖̣̹̔̃̀͂̓͆͂̕͘͘͝Ŏ̵̡̪͖͚̝̹̭̘̤͉̟̿͛̉̆̀̿̽͘U̴̫̰̗̭̙̜̣̦̠͚̖͚̭̬̾͝L̵̰̟̥̟̖̘̺͌̃Ḑ̴̢̧̰̼̝̗̰͙͌̉͛͌̽͘͜ ̷̘̗̹̈́͊͂̿͊̓̈́͒́̇̋̔͝I̴̛̹͈͓͚̞̓̈̌̎͛͐̋͋̉̎͂̉̚͝Ṯ̷̨̗̦̟̗̞̟̈́̏̒̀͑̿̈́́̓͌͊̎́̚ͅ ̴̡̩̫̻̯̹̗̝̳͇̬͕̐̂̉͛̅̐W̷̨̮̱̳̤̼͎͓̬̫̏̈ͅƠ̴̩͎̰̲̭̤̫̞̦͇͖̙͋͂̆̄̀̾̃̍̽̊̌̚͜͝Ų̷̞͖͉͍̈̓̈́́̆͛L̷̨̬̙̣̠̥̝̗̅̏̌̔̆͘͘͜ͅD̶͔̲͉̿͜ ̸̧͖̙̬̹̩̌̅̇͗̚͝IT -

It had risen.

It roamed the streets of the unnamed city in the realm of humans in an attempt to claim their souls and draw power from them. It was successful for a time, felt the body of itself bubble over with force as the souls sat in its stomach.

Soon. Soon it would return. Soon, it would raise the crown upon its head and sit on that throne. It would not be so powerless anymore. It would own hell, heaven, the earth… everything and nothing would become theirs. No force would be able to touch it.

But soon was not now.

The possibility of soon… it was what had weakened it.

The priest was nothing. Should have been nothing. The man was human, and therefore feeble despite the holy power he had wrought down upon it. It had no idea how the man had found him. The incubus had been hovering over the body of his latest conquest, maw still tinged with the flavor of that ravenous soul inside the back of its teeth. But it’s mindlessness after such an escapade had been its ruin. It had not sought to be as careful as it had been prior it seemed, for the priest had seemingly been following it for a while, waiting patiently for a moment to attack.

For a moment, it was overwhelmed with the feeling of rage, powerless against the man’s relentless attacks upon it.

The thing lay near-dead on the ground. The priest had stood over it for the briefest of moments, checking for death. But the thing about humans was that they were stupid… their humility would be their down fall. The man should have struck it again… just in case. But the man did not, simply walking away from it with the full confidence that he had rid the earth of it.

In a futile last effort, the incubus stood, crawling in the shadows after the man with the full knowledge that it would kill the man and the man’s family in retribution. It would make them hurt. It would be slow… painful and so excruciating that they would have wished for the earth to swallow them whole.

Even if it didn’t kill them, he would make them B̸͖̐Ų̷̾R̷̘̆N̴̤̈

MEANWHILE, AT THE SAME TIME

Doyun sat at the table with his mother, quiet conversation falling over the two as they waited for his father to come home. More often than not, the patriarch Cho would stay late at the church, waiting in the pews for late confessionals or something likened to it.

Doyun was a good kid. Smart, endlessly kind and witty and aiming for a full-time position at the elementary school he worked at. He went to church with his parents when he could, occasionally helped with activities there for the kids… he had lived about as quietly as one could.

He lived alone, but more often than not found himself at his parent’s home, just to visit and rid himself of the homesickness he felt despite the many years since he’d moved out.

From the front of the house, the door clicked open and then promptly shut again.

Doyun’s mother sat up, walking away from the table to greet his father while Doyun sat at the table patiently waiting for them both to come back. His eyes fell to the window, the city’s lights nothing more than mere specks in the distance.

He blinked.

For a moment, he could have sworn that the reflection in the glass was not his own. He did not possess grey eyes or a gaping mouth with sharp teeth. He blinked again and it was gone. Maybe coffee so late in the evening was not a good idea, seeing as it made his imagination run wild.

Through the doorway in the kitchen, his parents appeared, and he went to greet them, but not before seeing his own father throwing a worried look at the window.

LATER

Sleep came easily. It was not so difficult when one lived a life as busy as his. Lesson plans and grading homework was quite literally a handful, and he found himself all but passing out on his parent’s couch for the night, too tired to drive himself back across the city to his own place.

He never dreamed, almost too exhausted that his brain basically powered down, lulling him into nothingness. But that night, he dreamt. It was that same face from beyond the window, hovering over his form in the dream. It was as though he were on the outside looking in, and it felt so real that he could feel the thing’s breath on his face, a wing brushing at his arm… he twitched.

A̵̡̐L̵̲̄L̸͔̚ ̵̣̐Ŵ̴̲I̸̱͌L̶̜̊L̴͔̐ ̵͈͗B̶̞͋E̸̤͐ ̸̜̄W̵̯̃E̷̤͝L̶̨̈́L̶̓͜

Without even opening its gaping jaw, Doyun knew that it was speaking to him. The thing repeated that sentiment many times as it grasped one clawed hand at his mouth, pulling down at his jaw until it hung open. Doyun tried to move to stop it, but the image was so jarring that he was helpless to do anything else aside from watch.

No ceremony was made of the situation, just the sick feeling of watching his slack mouth connect with that other being’s. Nothing seemed to happen, just that strange show the demon put on as Doyun watched his own body.

And then he felt something.

Not in his body, but in his mind. It was as though something had entered a doorway up there and locked the door from the outside. It felt both numbing and burning, and he flinched away from the feeling as he felt his subconscious try to remove that alien thing from him.

It was so quiet. The quiet only grew, vibrating in the air until he was consumed by static as the demon turned from the limp body below him to stare straight at him, the version of him watching over this event unfold.

A̵̡̐L̵̲̄L̸͔̚ ̵̣̐Ŵ̴̲I̸̱͌L̶̜̊L̴͔̐ ̵͈͗B̶̞͋E̸̤͐ ̸̜̄W̵̯̃E̷̤͝L̶̨̈́L̶̓͜

Except this time, it sounded like his own voice, just crackling with static as though he were listening from a very old vinyl player.

And then he awoke.

-

Possession was never an easy thing. He had not even realized that it was more than just a horrifying nightmare just a few days later, when he awoke from sleep only to find himself in the middle of his classroom, all of his students staring at him in absolute horror with other teachers huddling in front of them.

That instance was enough for him to resign from his job, remove himself from everything he had worked towards for his entire life, hiding out in his apartment for days on end until he became nothing short of a recluse. He only went out when he deemed it extremely necessary, speaking little and hoping that the demon would not come out to play.

But the voice in his head was relentless, constantly at the forefront of his mind and recalling to him all the violence he wanted to put into effect, the horrible things he would do to him and his family and the world until it was granted enough power from him and the souls he collected.

It was like fighting a war from the inside out. No one was privy to the knowledge of what had happened that night, and even his father had not known what to do. The demon in his head made staticking noises in his head every time his father came around.

To seek exorcism and the removal of the demon from him, he went to just about every church and holy place that he could find, but the demon persisted. It latched onto him as though it were a disease… a well and full parasite inside his body. He felt hollow… he felt like a puppet whose strings were on too tight.

It was worse that, when he was completely powerless and the demon fully absorbed itself into him, he had no idea what went on. He would merely wake up, usually clean in his own bed or out in public with nothing more than that. Other times… he knew that the demon wanted to drive him mad, and took to leaving him amidst the gore and horror he’d left behind.

But nothing would stop him from seeing this come to an end. He would find a way to remove that demon, all while trying to keep his sanity intact.

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

Doyun had woken up here, under the bright lights of the interrogation room in the precinct with no recollection of what had happened previously in the night. That familiar sense of dread fell upon him, sitting in his stomach and churning to the point where he felt that his insides would come out.

All he had remembered before waking here was that sinister voice in his mind, adamantly whispering ho him:

Ỹ̷͉Ō̷̬U̶̼͋ ̷̮̑Ṣ̵̈H̷̿͜O̸̩̾Ǘ̷͈L̷̞͛D̴͖͑ ̸̝̀K̶͇̃I̶̼̕L̶͚͊L̴̻͋ ̶̦̕Ṯ̵̀H̴̘͠Ḁ̶̎T̷̼̂ ̷̭̔G̸̛̥U̸̗̇Ȳ̶͚

He knew what the incubus wanted. He had no idea what it had done while taking over his body. The fear of that was nothing new to him, but it wracked at his nerves all the same. Swallowing down bile, he stared up at the officer questioning him as Doyun wrung his numb, cold fingers.

“I-I don’t know,” he mumbled, static lingering in his brain. It almost sounded like laughter.

The officer pressed, gentle but with an edge to his tone as Doyun sat stock-still in horror. “I don’t remember. All I saw was the man’s body on the ground… Nothing seemed wrong with him aside from the fact that he had passed out so I… I went over to him. I didn’t hear a pulse. I didn’t know what to do…”

He could feel tears stinging at the back of his eyes as he counted the situation. He remembered feeling the cold skin and seeing those unseeing eyes stare up above him. It was the demon’s more cleaner exploits, one he knew was meant to torment his mind than do anything else. The way the thing in his head so frivolously took to stealing the lives of others to torment him left him feeling even more sick.

The officer stared at him, brows furrowed as he took in Doyun’s pained expression. Neither of them spoke for a while, and the static pressed on.

“Okay,” the officer sighed after a while, “you should go home. Take your mind off the situation for the night and come back tomorrow.”

The officer let him out, leaving him at the front of the precinct’s doors with a small nod. The static grew stronger still.

FULL FILE:

last name, first name: nanami kakuzo, alias: kuzo , black . kakuzo black, elias realm of birth(if earth, nationality): the inbetween (underworld), japan age: in between age about 80 years old, earth age 27 gender: male preferred pronouns: he/they species: mixed-blood (werewolf, child of the realm: son of melinoe, goddess of ghosts and nightmares) occupation: detective at apd/special forces sexual orientation: not applicable any associated/owned businesses:

VISUAL FILE:

skin color: tan eye color: marble grey with a black ring around it in human form, acme grey in wolf form scars: scar over his left peck from being stabbed, many on his knuckles and one on his cheek bone piercings: many in his ears, belly button tattoos: two on either hip, one along his back hair color: naturally white, goes in between black and white based on mood bc he can  (like his wolf form), abnormalities: pointed canines horns/ wings/ etc: transformed form: a large grey black and white wolf, in the in between/the underworld: long white hair fading into black tips past his mid back, curved obsidian black horns, usually adorned in ruby jewels and black fur. (inspo x , x ). when he’s comfortable he tends to walk around in a  sort of in between form mostly at home. (inspo x , x)

PERSONAL FILE:

RELIGIOUS BELIEF: greek mythology, otherwise some form of atheism

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

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

KNOWN LANGUAGES:   Greek, Japanese, English, Korean is still a bit intermediate stage as he didn’t bother within the first year or so of being in the country

SECRETS:   His father is Nanami Kento, former Howler Alpha. His aura causes weak willed people to decent into madness. the speed depends on how much they can handle and how long they’re around him/frequency

SAVVIES:   guitar, drums, singing, boxing and other fighting forms of combat, math and probability

Powers & Abilities:   Claw/Fang Retraction, Contaminant Immunity, Transformation, Enhanced Body/Supernatural; Body, Agility, Durability, Endurance, Leap, Reflexes, Senses, Hearing, Smell, Speed, Stamina and Strength. Night Vision, Regenerative Healing, Wolf-Physiology, Dark Divinity, Daemon Physiology, Corrupting Presence, Madness Manipulation, Madness Embodiment. Insanity Inducement, Illusions (for a period of time), Madness Aura, Nightmare Inducement, Nightmare Magic, Ghost Lordship, Ghost Companionhip.

Traits:  +observant, -tsundere

BACKGROUND CHECK:

Date of Birth:   per his most recent life 041294

Date of Death:

Crime Record:   sealed away in an manila envelope somewhere in the precinct it reads: wanted by the japanese government for crimes such as theft, murder, laundering, and intent to move goods across country lines

Background/Biography:

tw: mentions of child abuse, domestic abuse and infant death

The legacy his father held didn’t start in the Howlers. Nanami Kento lived his life as a dictator, a bully and tyrant, and it translated into the people he’d claim to love.

The legend says; It had been just the two of them at first, Kakuzo, born originally as Elias, lived in the underworld with his mother for a much longer time than he had on earth, all four times at that. The lives he’d lived never sated his mother’s hunger for the human realm. Melinoë’s world was a constant state of black, white and red, the screaming of souls and the heat of flames.  She was able to watch her mother ascend to the heavens every spring season, and see the glow around her once she returned to their world every winter.. And even as she was given Elias to continue her legacy, her world seemed to continue in its dimness. 

She craved to ascend like Persephone, but too afraid to go alone, she sent Elias out into the other world, communicating then solely in the In-between. Elias lived out his life, but it was hard for him. Melinoë’s aura still surrounded him, a deafening madness that drew people to him or scared them to the point of traumatization. The longer they indulged in him, like a drug he gave the most blissful high, but soon they’d all begin to deteriorate, their minds falling into shambles. He could never truly love, truly laugh, truly care as he walked amongst the humans. Each era he endured meant nothing more to him and he couldn’t be bothered reconstructing psyches while trying to exist. 

His first time on Earth had been short lived, their conditions hadn’t let his little baby body last much past a week. Upon his return Melinoë had decided to wait until they advanced in their lives to put him in another vessel. His second life was a bit smoother, the woman he’d met had a strong will, and they married and even attempted a child, but her own devastation led to his demise. The life in between hadn’t been quite notable, it wasn’t until his current one where he’d decided to make it fun, living for his pleasure. And like the mother she was, upon this agreement he was given something he hadn’t had before, since he planned on taking life into his own hands. Twin guardians, large dogs  of unknown origins that made their way to the house of the young woman that carried him. 

But Melinoë hadn’t known the type of monster that was believed to help create her son in the living world. She hadn’t anticipated the beatings, and the tyranny. Never thought to see him fighting for his life for monetary gain. And yet he always refused to leave. She begged and begged Elias to return home to her, leave that vicious man that had become his father, but he was adamant, it was his life, and he was to see it through. He completely became Kakuzo, knowing well his mother’s eyes were constantly on him. He attended every cage fight, took every punch, until Kento decided he had better things to do than break down his teenage son. 

In Kuzo’s eyes, they dodged a bullet and he went on attempting to live through the trauma he’d experienced under that man's care. He’d dove head first back into music, even going abroad to study it around the age of  fifteen. A year later he joined a Japanese-American band.

 At his young age and being the guitarist of the group he gained popularity fast even being able to go back to his home country to continue the career with his bandmates once their hype died down in America. But of course as he expected, it wasn’t just his ability to be so young and talented that kept the crowds around. Weak willed supporters were drawn to the point of madness, and Kuzo felt the brunt of it all. He enjoyed the life, the drugs, the women, the men. The slice and roar of an electric guitar was a fuel to the high life but the heaviness of those who craved him was too much to deal with.

By twenty, six albums and three tours later, Kuzo decided to wrap it up, using his connections through the industry to simply exist as he wanted to. But Kento’s darkness remained, always there to linger over him as he promoted the need for violence, and left Kakuzo craving it when he wasn’t occupied. It was like an itch, an addiction, when he could cloud his  mind with other things it was a distant memory, but the absence of screams and shrill music forced him to crave it all over again.

To Japan’s underground he went. Back into cages, leaving with broken noses and scarred knuckles, wanting something, anything, to keep the hunger sated. But these rings were tied to something much more dangerous, something that led a young  Kakuzo to being the delivery boy for something, or someone deeply tied to the Yakuza. And his undefeated status in the underground led to his promotion from simple delivery boy to bloodhound, bounty hunter, collector. He was no longer Kakuzo but Black. Simply a dark smudge in the foreground that drives you completely mad.

But of course when things hit the fan, delivery boys are the first to be cut as the line gets caught, and Kuzo was facing the rest of the life he so desperately wanted to live, behind bars. His saving grace came in the dank, darkness of an interview room, it came with sleek black hair, tied into a tight bun and the click of heels. It came in a language he couldn’t understand, and badges he couldn’t read but in that moment he was given a fighting chance. That was, if he was okay with handing the reins of his life over to another type of gang. 

He owed the Agdoeg Police Department his life.

“We’ve been watching you awhile,” they said, something about his father that he hadn’t cared to hear at the moment, but they wanted to use him, and his skills.

With his mother’s guardians in tow he left in secret, known purely to the rest of the force as Black. Kakuzo Black., had anyone asked, to erase his relation to his father for their benefit. He was to be on their beck and call, told to tell the world he transferred agencies to follow a lead that connected Agdoeg to the Yakuza, giving most of the precinct the run around, save anyone of note. 

Now, three years later he’d grown a knack for it. Doing the same for the APD as he did for the Yakuza so long ago, only here he felt he was making some sort of a difference.

He was able to live freely, his charms and aura still driving the world around him mad but now he basked in his finesse.

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

Kuzo leaned against the wall and waited for everyone to settle down. His eyes flickered over to their Lieutenant with a nod, moving to push himself  off the wall to stand in front of the white board. It was covered with multiple faces of victims in their morgue and those of some suspects and crime scenes.

“If I’m honest I have no idea why you guys are making me do this, my job is to get the guy right?” He said in a comical tone. Grey eyes flickered over a tough crowd and he rolled his eyes and began.

“Viktor Sonegroff our suspect of unknown origin is said to be tied not only to the Ivory Lotus but the Night Bloods as well. He is also known for the disappearance of two of our informants. So I did as I always do, and previously stated before, I got the guy.” Kuzo motioned to the open windows of their meeting room, framing the eyeline of their holding cells. 

“Now was he within an inch of his life when I got there or after, I can’t confirm nor deny, but I did what I was hired to do. He’ll be fine. Have him walk it off or something.”

A heavy sigh came from officer Soh, and Kakuzo looked at him as if he was confused on why he’d feel such disdain. “Black. That is not what we- you know what, just meet them at the hospital for the interview.”