seo hwanji

hello, everyone! it's your mun sen (they/them) here with the lovable little wolf man, hwanji (he/him)! i have actually never written an intro post before—i'm still very new to rping on tumblr, although I've been roleplaying on other sites for a very long time—so please bear with me if this is a bit...bumpy. ^^' his page is pretty much done for the time being, although i'm probably going to be constantly tweaking the bio/connections pages for at least a week.

if you ever want to contact me, feel free to either shoot me a dm here on tumblr or use discord (just ask)! those are really my best platforms, but if you'd like to use something else just let me know and we can set something up! i'm pretty flexible :3 i'm in gmt -6 so if i don't answer, i'm probably asleep. (please don't ever feel intimidated to contact me, i'm horrible with reaching out first so i always appreciate it ^^' and i'm likely a lot more intimidated by you /lh)

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so it's happening. the tides he's been feeling pulling and pushing at his community are finally crashing into action, and they're taking the island down with them. hwanji takes a deep breath, stepping up to the cash register to check out as quickly as possible.

more than usual, the presence of so many people around him is overwhelming. he doesn't know who he can trust, who he should be afraid of, who might be lying in wait to attack him... he takes his bag as soon as it's done, slipping out the door of the shop before he can think any further. he has this feeling of being watched tugging at him, and it won't go away. he should really just get home.

@wdjnh

[ tsundoku - (v.) the act of leaving a book unread after buying it ]

the surf laps quietly at his bare feet. absentmindedly, he retracts their length, curling his knees towards his chest. he is lost in thought, eyes focused nowhere in particular.

memories flash before his eyes. easy smiles, nervous laughter, diversions—then, morphing, to cruelty: the smiles sharpen into fangs dripping with anticipation. the laughter turns to frantic pleading as the fangs close in, searching for the sweet kiss of flesh—

he shudders, unable to rouse himself from the waking nightmare. no, instead, he's forced to sit there on the warm evening sand, on the banks of jeju, reliving the worst moment of his life. it's not often he comes all the way out to the beach, as it's really too far from his home as well as the store, but other times, necessity calls. (it's also rarely populated, making it a great place to hide away from others if he requires…isolation.)

the memory continues, and he shuts his eyes, trying to block out the worst of it. this has the opposite effect, however, only serving to intensify the feelings. for a moment, he swears he is dead; breath catching in his throat as the world goes dark.

it takes him a tad too long to start again, gasping for air as his eyes peel open. his hand flies to his chest, rubbing the thick knot of healed skin that runs over his scar, almost in spite of himself. he lets out a quiet curse under his breath, running his other hand through his hair. it sticks up in icy blue peaks unintentionally and he gives a deep sigh. 

his gaze sharpens, refocusing on the ocean surf. something about the noise is comforting, as it pulls at the sand ahead of him. perhaps it reminds him of home, in some way. the sway of the tide matches the racing pulse of his heart, heightened by his flashback moments prior. 

as dusk creeps further into the sky, he suddenly glances up, startled. the waters were so loud that, even with his enhanced hearing, he'd somehow missed the person who now stood in front of him approaching. that unsettles him, the idea that someone had managed to get this close without him noticing. 

WANTED CONNECTIONS:

- a backstabber. new or past connection; open to all. someone who he trusted. someone who turned on him. someone who he would do anything to avoid.

- a rival. new connection; open to hunters. someone who he immediately gets bad vibes from. someone that he’d prefer to avoid, but just can’t seem to get away from.

- a friend. new or past connection; open to all. someone he’s warm with. someone he likes. someone he can just be his awkward, goofy, talkative self around.

- a family. past connection; open to all. someone who he will protect with his whole life. someone who he’s willing to fight the world for. someone he will get into conflicts to save.

- a rock. past connection; open to anyone. someone to rely on. someone to tell the things that he can’t tell anyone else. the only one that knows about how he fled from seoul.

Seo Hwanji -  age: 27 species: werewolf affiliation: nam pack occupation: worker at magic tome gender: cis man pronouns: he/him mbti: ? alignment: ? fc: park junhee

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DESCRIPTION:

upon first observation, he is a quiet figure, face all sharp angles and lines. happiest when left alone, he carries with him tranquility beyond his years. sharp brown eyes with a piercing gaze that catches on everything they land on. he has an inordinate amount of patience, rarely getting riled up except about those he cares for. an air of sagacity, he remains neutral on all topics, avoiding conflict at every turn, to the exclusion of all else. always polite, always willing to assist; but very rarely trusting.

get a bit closer and you realize that the lines soften into curves. the corners of his mouth turned up like barbed wire, defensively protecting the facade. that sharp gaze is just an observant stare, keeping an eye out for anything that may be dangerous. that serenity turns into nerves, anxiety bigger than one might expect. always making jokes, keeping a solid wall of humor between him and the person across from him. conversations feel like drowning; ready at any instant for things to go the wrong way. focused so intently on the talk that jokes posed to him lose all meaning. simply poised to run, his fight or flight long ago broken. only one option for him now.

for those that do manage to peel back the skin of his onion, the whole demeanor is altered. though socially inept he may be, he has a wealth of knowledge available to him at any given moment; not quite an eidetic memory but certainly a sharp one. talkative: things he’s learned from books or just from his unstable life, he could go on for hours and hours about random things. the humor is discarded, conversing much easier now that he feels he can talk freely. the anxiety is a defensive mechanism, dropped only when he feels comfortable—consider yourself lucky.

(if you have the audacity to take advantage of him when he’s at his most vulnerable, he will never forget it, and you will regret the day you chose to make that decision.) 

HISTORY:

when hwanji lived in seoul, he was much more excitable and social. necessity has forced him to pull a mask over that now, but when he was younger, he was quite popular. he would regularly roam his neighborhood, making conversation with anyone he could. as he grew older, he became more mischievous, often getting into trouble and hanging out with people that could be considered “rabble-rousers” or troublemakers. gambling, fighting—he did it all, and enjoyed every minute of it. rebellion was invigorating to him.

eventually, hwanji’s luck ran out. he ended up on the wrong side of one of the larger gangs in the neighborhood, landing himself in deep debt. being the type of person he was, he didn’t realize right away just how much of an issue this was. instead, he tried to avoid paying up, and managed to smooth-talk his way out of many a dangerous situation. unfortunately, that didn’t work for long; something hwanji wasn’t aware of was that one of the gang members was a werewolf. the boys ambushed him on the night of his 17th birthday, leaving him to die in an alleyway.

of course, he didn’t die. life couldn’t have been that simple.

After his turning, hwanji fled to jeju, seeking protection from those that still chased him. ever since, he’s lived a quiet life with the nam pack, trying to weather out the increasing tension between the packs. he dislikes talking about the war, and even more hates discussing the current standings around the island. he’s almost what you could call old-fashioned: he believes in the peace treaties that jeju was protected by, and is often frustrated when the other (especially the younger) people don’t understand it. he has never forgotten the dangers that await him back in seoul, and isn’t too keen to travel back any time soon. he’s no fool—he knows that a reckoning is coming between the two werewolf packs—but he doesn’t want to think about it nor deal with it.