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Description
Inspiration: Aladdin.
bang sunghoon
A man of borrowed forevers.
❝ A seraphim in his own right. A heralded image tainted in beautiful imperfection. The hollow shell of but a man... and yet they say his heart spits ichor.❞
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He's a blue-blooded renegade, a man that lives on the pinnacle of self-indulgence. To Sunghoon, life's but a corridor of revolving doorways that cycle and recycle into a dizzying pandemonium. Wayward are those that seek to predict or manipulate a fabric that transcends even their most fervent touch. He stitches these thoughts to his pocket as he molds his existence. Sunghoon lives for the now, heedless of consequence or qualm. A soul as abundant and carefree as the tousled zephyrs, themselves. Innately intuitive at the hands of immortality, he bears a wisdom that is often overrun by the cheeky glint in his gently crinkled eyes. No doubt an intriguing sort to be around. What with such a lighthearted step for that robust and sturdy stature. He's not nearly as unwavering as he appears, a seeker of ideals if there are any. Sunghoon is a spirit with a thousand notches in the boughs of its internal clock, but forever ageless. A youthful man that sees only burden in surrendering to fear.
14
february
aquarius
cursed djinn
☰
librarian
☰
appears 30-ish
☰
single
☰
sapiOual
☰
"shoot me down"
►
my beloved
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❝ Ember: In the Beginning... ❞
He was a er punch to the vainglory that was a sordid god's ego.
"The works of aether", they called his people. "Born of smokeless fire and the flaws of creation." The texts called them 'djinn', the gods called them 'abhorrent'. To each his own, in a sense, and every tongue mused a different taste of his kind. Ask anyone and you'd find yourself indulging in a flagrant cesspool of embittered opinions, bewildered experiences, and awestricken fairytales. They say, after all, you'll never really see a djinn unless they want you to.
He wanted them to.
Sunghoon was a creature birthed of observant gazes and a thousand questions pinstriped to his chest. He adored the prospect of learning, especially in the oddity that was humanity. Faulted and unapologetic, yet a wallow in their own disarray--- a being like himself sought favor in the enigma that was mankind. Perhaps it was a boredom that festered into obession, gritting hard like teeth into the marrow of his attention. He was transfixed. And they were blissfully unaware.
Until he snared one for himself... A young woman stricken with poverty whom adored the very halo encompassing the male's tresses. He assured her he was neither angel nor demon, rather a chaotic neutral nestled safely between the two. He held no purpose beyond his own entertainment, and it seemed alas that she was but a fragment of that.
But needless to say, he had his qualms... And none greater than those that eyed him with hollow contempt. The gods above found no place for his kind, and saw Sunghoon's partakings to be nothing short of audacious. To trespass against the lives of their creation was a sin in itself that cost his peace of mind. Lecherously, they cooed in the ears of his lover--- enticing her to their stance so he could reveal his weaknesses to her. She made love to him, yet he stood his ground. She attempted to inebriate him, yet he bore no vulnerabilty to her.
In desperation, she finally implored: "I beg you, what weakens you? I've told you my secrets. Shared every bit of myself to you. Am I not worthy of the same honesty?"
Touched by her sincerity, Sunghoon revealed to her the origin of his own, personal weakness: confinement. In an emotional sense, he feared commitment. In a verbal sense, he was bound by contract. But in a physical sense, this took all too real a turn... For once he was enclosed within a tightly-sealed space, Sunghoon would lose connection with the outer-verse. The flame of his spirit would be snuffed like a capped ember, suffocating in its own congestion.
And so it bore no surprise that he awoke the next day, his beloved gone from his side--- and his body encased in the makings of his newfound tomb: a lonely shadow lamp of kaleidoscopic array laced in the gods' most powerful enchantments.
❝ Ember: It is Written... ❞
For years, Sunghoon recoiled within his iridescent confinement until the hands of the very creatures he once favored released him... Humans, it seemed, could summon his presence from the lamp's interior by touch alone. But it's upon his release that Sunghoon is required to grant them his strength. As contractual as the spellbound tattoos imprinted into his wrists, he's a slave to humanity for daring to think he could walk among them.
Angered by his predicament, Sunghoon interwove conditions to the treaties that bound him. With each "owner", no matter how temporary, he grants them three wishes: one of emotional means (such as love), one of physical means (such as wealth), and one of sacrificial means. Within a metaphysical hourglass, he tracks the time it takes for each owner to conjure their wishes--- granting them a year to decide on each (three years total for all three wishes). If they so fail to decide on a wish, he retracts his power and then some--- consuming their life energy for even wasting his time.
But the catch is, he can't even warn them.
Damned were the souls of every man who's ever owned him. Sunghoon's granted a number of wishes in the span of his livelihood, but none have ever ended in self-sacrifice. As crestfallen as it was to believe, he took no surprise in learning that humans were a selfish breed.
As the present-day neared, Sunghoon had already long-since decided that humanity had never been worth stooping for... Until she came along.
❝ Ember: Of New Light. ❞
She was a trigger for him. A crux.
A turning point.
After all, Sunghoon never imagined a child could impart itself in his life so easily and yet she did.
Her name was Eunchae, and she was merely six years-old when she found him. Small palms clasping the edges of the lamp in doe-eyed wonder. She, like any other human, had been drawn to him the moment she found him by a force that countered his need to will others away. She became his new owner, and almost immediately he knew this would be something entirely different.
She was an orphan, for one thing. Growing up in a group home and all too excited to finally have a friend all too herself. Opting to show a speck of mercy towards the young girl, Sunghoon coaxed her into making her very first wish--- money for the orphanage. It was as kind as it was bewildering to come from such a youthful soul. She had nothing more than time and opportunity to waste that wish on herself, and yet she chose against it. And it was at that moment that Sunghoon could begin to feel his heart again.
He acted as her guardian--- guiding her like a force others couldn't see. He'd faze in and out of their vision, though, when she needed him to. A bundle of restless awe, she was attached to his hip any moment he wasn't stowed away in his lamp. He suspected her next wish--- the intangible one--- to involve the love of a family she never had. And yet, she seemed unbothered, almost hesitant to indulge in another desire. By then, Sunghoon was aware of his attachment to the girl--- wishing more so for her safety than anything. He knows her time will come with each passing day, and he urges her still to use up all of her wishes.
But the child still refuses.
A man schooled in bending others to his will, Sunghoon seeks a loophole in his contract--- hoping to save Eunchae from the consequences should time run short. Amidst a mountain of documentation curtailing his former owners, he seeks the very first--- the original spell that wrote up his fate. He's convinced that if he finds hit, he can salvage the child before she meets the same end as the others.
And so he searches tirelessly--- her second year nearing its close without her wish for an intangible desire. But it's her third wish that frightens him most, for he knows she couldn't ask of it even if she wanted to.
Young, vivacious, with the world at her fingertips... After all, what could a child like her ever know of sacrifice?
He was a er punch to the vainglory that was a sordid god's ego.
"The works of aether", they called his people. "Born of smokeless fire and the flaws of creation." The texts called them 'djinn', the gods called them 'abhorrent'. To each his own, in a sense, and every tongue mused a different taste of his kind. Ask anyone and you'd find yourself indulging in a flagrant cesspool of embittered opinions, bewildered experiences, and awestricken fairytales. They say, after all, you'll never really see a djinn unless they want you to.
He wanted them to.
Sunghoon was a creature birthed of observant gazes and a thousand questions pinstriped to his chest. He adored the prospect of learning, especially in the oddity that was humanity. Faulted and unapologetic, yet a wallow in their own disarray--- a being like himself sought favor in the enigma that was mankind. Perhaps it was a boredom that festered into obession, gritting hard like teeth into the marrow of his attention. He was transfixed. And they were blissfully unaware.
Until he snared one for himself... A young woman stricken with poverty whom adored the very halo encompassing the male's tresses. He assured her he was neither angel nor demon, rather a chaotic neutral nestled safely between the two. He held no purpose beyond his own entertainment, and it seemed alas that she was but a fragment of that.
But needless to say, he had his qualms... And none greater than those that eyed him with hollow contempt. The gods above found no place for his kind, and saw Sunghoon's partakings to be nothing short of audacious. To trespass against the lives of their creation was a sin in itself that cost his peace of mind. Lecherously, they cooed in the ears of his lover--- enticing her to their stance so he could reveal his weaknesses to her. She made love to him, yet he stood his ground. She attempted to inebriate him, yet he bore no vulnerabilty to her.
In desperation, she finally implored: "I beg you, what weakens you? I've told you my secrets. Shared every bit of myself to you. Am I not worthy of the same honesty?"
Touched by her sincerity, Sunghoon revealed to her the origin of his own, personal weakness: confinement. In an emotional sense, he feared commitment. In a verbal sense, he was bound by contract. But in a physical sense, this took all too real a turn... For once he was enclosed within a tightly-sealed space, Sunghoon would lose connection with the outer-verse. The flame of his spirit would be snuffed like a capped ember, suffocating in its own congestion.
And so it bore no surprise that he awoke the next day, his beloved gone from his side--- and his body encased in the makings of his newfound tomb: a lonely shadow lamp of kaleidoscopic array laced in the gods' most powerful enchantments.
❝ Ember: It is Written... ❞
For years, Sunghoon recoiled within his iridescent confinement until the hands of the very creatures he once favored released him... Humans, it seemed, could summon his presence from the lamp's interior by touch alone. But it's upon his release that Sunghoon is required to grant them his strength. As contractual as the spellbound tattoos imprinted into his wrists, he's a slave to humanity for daring to think he could walk among them.
Angered by his predicament, Sunghoon interwove conditions to the treaties that bound him. With each "owner", no matter how temporary, he grants them three wishes: one of emotional means (such as love), one of physical means (such as wealth), and one of sacrificial means. Within a metaphysical hourglass, he tracks the time it takes for each owner to conjure their wishes--- granting them a year to decide on each (three years total for all three wishes). If they so fail to decide on a wish, he retracts his power and then some--- consuming their life energy for even wasting his time.
But the catch is, he can't even warn them.
Damned were the souls of every man who's ever owned him. Sunghoon's granted a number of wishes in the span of his livelihood, but none have ever ended in self-sacrifice. As crestfallen as it was to believe, he took no surprise in learning that humans were a selfish breed.
As the present-day neared, Sunghoon had already long-since decided that humanity had never been worth stooping for... Until she came along.
❝ Ember: Of New Light. ❞
She was a trigger for him. A crux.
A turning point.
After all, Sunghoon never imagined a child could impart itself in his life so easily and yet she did.
Her name was Eunchae, and she was merely six years-old when she found him. Small palms clasping the edges of the lamp in doe-eyed wonder. She, like any other human, had been drawn to him the moment she found him by a force that countered his need to will others away. She became his new owner, and almost immediately he knew this would be something entirely different.
She was an orphan, for one thing. Growing up in a group home and all too excited to finally have a friend all too herself. Opting to show a speck of mercy towards the young girl, Sunghoon coaxed her into making her very first wish--- money for the orphanage. It was as kind as it was bewildering to come from such a youthful soul. She had nothing more than time and opportunity to waste that wish on herself, and yet she chose against it. And it was at that moment that Sunghoon could begin to feel his heart again.
He acted as her guardian--- guiding her like a force others couldn't see. He'd faze in and out of their vision, though, when she needed him to. A bundle of restless awe, she was attached to his hip any moment he wasn't stowed away in his lamp. He suspected her next wish--- the intangible one--- to involve the love of a family she never had. And yet, she seemed unbothered, almost hesitant to indulge in another desire. By then, Sunghoon was aware of his attachment to the girl--- wishing more so for her safety than anything. He knows her time will come with each passing day, and he urges her still to use up all of her wishes.
But the child still refuses.
A man schooled in bending others to his will, Sunghoon seeks a loophole in his contract--- hoping to save Eunchae from the consequences should time run short. Amidst a mountain of documentation curtailing his former owners, he seeks the very first--- the original spell that wrote up his fate. He's convinced that if he finds hit, he can salvage the child before she meets the same end as the others.
And so he searches tirelessly--- her second year nearing its close without her wish for an intangible desire. But it's her third wish that frightens him most, for he knows she couldn't ask of it even if she wanted to.
Young, vivacious, with the world at her fingertips... After all, what could a child like her ever know of sacrifice?