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Username: ll Neo ll
Name: Saeyong Joon
Age: 153 (appears 23)
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Grey-purple
Hair Color: Grey
Hair Length: Touches the apples of his cheeks around the front, barely shy of the nape of his neck around the back.
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 70kgs
Scars/Tattoos: None.
Sexual Orientation: Pansexual.
Ethnicity: Korean-American.
Weapon(s):
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Species: Siren hybrid.
Abilities:
> Siren's song - Like the aquatic mythical creatures being known for their mesmerizing voices that often lured sailors to their doom, Saeyong has a beautiful voice that often captivates the listener. He can use it against a person to control them temporarily, often leaving the person in a dazed of the events that occurred during their temporary lack of control. Althoufh, Saeyong must make physical contact or eye contact with the person to have them under his control(upto 3 posts)
> Immunization - Saeyong has a natural ability to keep himself from harm. He rarely ever gets sick or badly damaged, with a personality like his, this ability helps him recover unrealistically quick.
> Antisenecense - With regard to his previous ability, certain gifts that his kind also has is delayed aging processes which are quite active in the case of Saeyong, giving him the ability to have lived so long. This ability also helps him keep the glow in his skin.
> Saeyong can swim like a fish and breath underwater which have been passed down from his siren parent, although he can't transform, which makes him a mongrel among his peers.
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Personality:
Inheriting his unhumanly side and possibly being the oddest of the bunch, Saeyong lacks the ability to comprehend a lot of his emotions. He feels quite a few, but cannot connect to what they could mean or explain to another why he feels a certain way. His 'favorite' feelings are that of pain as much as he detests it, making him a switch between a sadist and a masochist, often leaning toward the latter. Curiosity is the most pleasant asset the man has, adding to his knowledge - apart from him having lived for so long. Besides all that, Saeyong is rather reserved, unless he comes across a willing partner or an intriguing individual. Often times he might even indulge himself with peoples desires simply to kill boredom. The man's vernacular is quite blunt and forward, unless the person before him doesn't seem very open and can go to any length to kill the curious cat within him.
Bio:
It all began during a stormy night at the Norwegian sea. Their ship, instead of following the path down the Atlantic, drifted away to foreign waters with the crew frantically trying to keep their ship from capsizing, began to feel their beings lul at the sound of a sweet harmony of young maidens calling each of them by name. Maidens? In this weather? Out in the waters? With nothing left to keep them from giving into the calling maidens, each one leaped into the water and down to their impedible doom. One in particular though, managed to grasp a siren's attention, must have been his eastern appearance and lush mane that made her want to toy with him more than devour his guts like the monsters her kind were considered. What seemed like a lifetime for the sailor, keeping his desires in check, barely took moments until he had already seeded he maiden with his spawn(s) but the maiden didn't hesitate in ripping him to shreds when she was satisfied, unaware of the budding lifeforms within her.
Months passed incubating in her womb, the maiden gave birth to three stillborns and one healthy boy by the shore. Customary to her kind to devour or abandon the forbidden fruit of their intimacy with ones that weren't their kind, the maiden seemed oddly drawn to the man-child who bore much resemblance already to his mixed heritage. She kept it safe all the while within her, why not make it one of her own? But he still hadn't developed scales or the appendages like her own, would he even survive under water? With all those questions in mind, the maiden took her child knowing she'd have to abandon him eventually, calling him "Gupper" for his early years as naming him would just get her too attached to him.
Little Gup grew among his mother's kind, often taunted for his dazed appearance and lack of emotions, although from an early age he was quite the curious one and active child, looking through things and places he probably didn't belong in. With each passing day, the tension among the carnivores grew as they wanted the abomanation away from their kind, destroyed or dismissed to which the mother handled with He's just a child, he has barely harmed anyone with his presence" until, the day it seemed like the waves had gone against them. Standing on a rock with his face turned aise, the little boy's body was covered in a mix of blood and scales that he had yanked off one of his peers who was shuddering in the arms of his mother, traumatized by the face of the child who bore no emotions even now. "Why you do this?" the hues of purple in her eyes darkened with rage and despair as she mentally mourned the inevitable loss of her precious spawn. "They said I looked funny, like a naked sea slug. I wanted to be like you." he mustered over the pain that settled in from the wounds he inflicted on himself. But what was this, why were his eyes leaking? Was he dying? Why was his mother doing the same? Was she dying too? But she had no wounds, nothing really hurt her..did it?
Flustered and confused about this new emotion that made him feel hollow, he watched as his mother broke down, begging the others to forgive her spawn for he didn't know what he was doing. Wrong, he knew quite well, pulling out the scales of his peers and shoving them under his own skin would make him more like them, more like his mother, the only one who understood him. She looked very unappealing though, with the way she begged and hoped they would leave them be but it seemed like the others had other plans. Cutting off the woman's tongue as a warning to the child, his eyes widened as he looked on at the gushing rivers of blood. His being froze momentarily as he felt heavy, unsure why but it was very unpleasant watching her like that. Before they could get to the boy and do any worse, he dove into the ocean and swam as fast as he could, mostly to get rid of the emotion that befell on him, the emotion that made it hard to breathe at the sight of her face. What was this emotion?
The boy found himself lost after his arms began to ache, body afloat on the surface which took him far beyond where he found it familiar. He let his body sink down, probably he could look for shelter down under, among the vast numbers of creatures. Not too far from himself, he noticed a school of fish swimming by, he moved closer probably to get himself a snack or maybe just to have them nibble at his skin which he did particularly enjoy. Oddly enough they were being drawn up into something, something peculiar which he never witnessed at the time he lived among the sirens. His curiosity got the best of him and his leg was stuck in a rip against the nylon net that was drawing its harvest up and out to the surface. Dumped out on the hard wooden surface of a fishing boat, the boy struggled to draw his limb out as his captivating hues fell upon creatures that looked much like himself, although having appendages that were flimsy and..smelly if he could tell. He stood up, nearly scaring the fishermen before him as he advanced to them. Some even claiming he could be a supernatural being that could devour them. Surely he wasn't too hungry for the latter, he moved closer and touched the exposed rough hand of one of the men, finding it curious how they were much alike.
Too young to be left alone out in the open, was taken in by their captain who assumed he was lost at birth but deemed him special for how he was drawn out of the water. He named him "Kai" that was also a name that an old friend had, meaning "Sea". Now Kai gained quite a lot of attention as a boy seemingly drawn from the sea, his mysterious lack of expressions asides from curious and his undying charm. He was a quick learner and soon learned the ways of the people that took him in, fishing with his father and learning their tongue. He also developed a taste for the food they offered him, barely ever posing a threat to their kind, which seemed like a perfect life. Although, shortlived.
Aging boy soon began to appeal to the masses, his voice especially that rang like that of the angels. His curiosity also started getting the best of him, allowing himself to be taken and soiled by the many that chose to test the waters with him. He took no ill intent and often chose to think of it as experimenting, but the more the young ladies would speak of their feelings, the more curious he'd get about how it worked. One time, a little lady might have just happened to say the wrong thing to the lad, ripping her stomach open when she'd state she felt butterflies in them in attempts to let them free. Metaphors weren't really wise to use around him, but no one really expected things to take such a dark turn. One mistake turned into another, another into more, soon he bathed in the blood of quite a few innocent women and men, whoever piqued his interest. Before he could be burnt alive for the things he did, he was sent away by his parent.
His life failed to change for most of his early adulthood, mistakes over mistakes, history repeating itself over and over until he began to structure his curiosity and strategize his 'experiments' better. Soon he learned to go unnoticed in a crowd, learning how to fare his way around the world with least attention to himself, living his lonesome life the way he found suitable.
In his most recent years of life, he lived as an idol in South Korea, where his real father was from. He grew in fame and populary due to his captivating looks and stunning voice that he often ended up using for unsuitable purposes. He eventually started to grow tired of being so popular, even hindering him from testing out his fantasies and experimenting due to his recognizable visage, he decided it was time to move on. Following the countries norms with him having to serve in the army for a year or two, the male decided to fake his death and move to a place noone would know who he was, Soliel sounded like the best place.
Likes:
○ Indulging in odd desiresExperimenting
○ Specimen Interesting people
○ Music
○ Pain
Dislikes:
● Being uncertain
● Touched without consent unless he knows the individual
● Pain
● Boring people
Skills: Saeyong is a great craftsman, cook and....
Body Type: Lean.
Health: Quite healthy and doesn't easily fall sick.
Strengths: Saeyong is quite independent and knowledgable for having lived for quite a long time.
Weakness: He never knows the best way to display his emotions, often resorting to his instincts, which don't always deem right. Doesn't easily trust anyone.
What you look for in a partner:
♡ Someone to help him understand what love is, besides his notion that it's all about smexytime
♡ Someone who is patient with him.
♡ Who can see through him.
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Theme Song: {Optional.}
Extra:
• Saeyong is very physical and doesn’t often appreciate people reciprocating it as his is mostly driven from curiosity. Sometimes he may resort to asking for consent before touching and individual.
• He tries to read an individuals body language, which often may seem like he’s staring for too long.
• He has a soft voice but not to a point he can be spoken over.
• He smokes on occasion, especially when anxious or negative emotions he cannot comprehend.
Housing District: 1101 Etoile Housing District
Occupation: {Leave Empty.}
