faceclaim ten leechaiyakul

physical age twenty

zodiac fire rat

status deceased

orientation aual, aromantic?

marital status complicated

current partner ?????

personality triats ;
* he has learned and matured ever since becoming a guardian, so this is like the grown-up version of him
++ quick-witted, resourceful, versatile, kind, intelligent, observant, hard worker, patient, practical, ambitious, observant.
— lacks true confidence and is a tad timid, a bit of a hoarder, kind of greedy and doesn't like to share, somewhat lacks tact (in the sense that he doesn't sugarcoat his words and sometimes comes off insensitive), petty, in his own head a lot of times, stubborn, impulsive to a degree, kind of nosy.

likes ;
honesty, harmony, fire, family and friends, food, reading, writing, working and staying busy, keeping the peace, tai chi, popcorn, chocolate candy and other sweets, savory foods and soup.

dislikes ;
laziness, ...

hobbies ;
reading and studying, journaling, giving advice, drawing or painting, sculpting, dancing, playing with instruments, learning.

secrets ;
his weakness id his wife and the fact that he doesn't know how to help her.

fears ;
losing people he's grown close to, living.

quriks ;
Bleep blop bloop.

#1

my beloved

message to lover would go right here. type as much as you want but try not to go crazy i guess.

1 ;
Don't trust the online sign. I ain't always online or present.

2 ;
Detailed writer who loves to both plot and improvise, but prefers the latter. Plotting along the way is also a choice.

3 ;
I am a very flexible and easy going roleplayer. You can send me a one to three line post and I'm chill, but we have to be able to build off of it.

4 ;
My reply speed generally vaires, but know I tend to reply late-ish to everything. Don't rp/talk with me if you can't deal with that.

5 ;
I tend to make a lot of typos and leave out words. Probably because I type too fast, and probably because I don't notice. Bear with me.

6 ;
You don't need to remind me I owe you a reply. I definitely know and will update you on why I haven't responded yet.

7 ;
I am not my character. Me and my character are two different people. Don't get us mixed up.

— Seulgi ; plotting in pms
— Not roleplaying or plotting with anyone else yet!

Soon to come. At least I hope and think so. we can pray I get to this at some point, but it may end up neglected. Not even gonna lie. ;;;;

He doesn't remember much of his living life now, but he was the son of a princess and a potter. His childhood was relatively peaceful, full of many happy memories and joyous moments, and he spent a lot of his days in his family's palace, either sculpting with his father or playing in the garden. At the young age of sixteen, he married a beautiful girl his parents set him up with. She was... a —mostly to the people beneath her—but she really, really liked Ten. Over time, Ten grew to like her too. And they had their first child, a baby boy, at the age of twenty. Sadly, though, they never got the chance to name him.

His family and other royal families were hated by the average citizens, and their hate seemed to grow stronger every day. Incidents of mobs raiding palaces and brutally murdering members of the royal court grew more and more frequent, so his family thought they ought to prepare in advance. They rigged their palace with y traps, hired extra guards, set up well hidden hiding spots, and they did everything they could to make sure their chances of survival were high. Unfortunately, however, it wasn't enough.

On the night of the attack, Ten had a hard time sleeping. His wife had just given birth and something just didn't seem right, his gut was telling him so. Doing a bit of patrolling near his and his wife's room, it turns out his feelings were correct; the guards had been letting in members of an angry mob, and they'd been helping to show them exactly where to go. Quickly, Ten returns to his quarters, wakes up his wife and tells her they have to move now, and she immediately grabs their child to leave. They're nearly spotted a few times while wandering down the halls of the palace, growing more and more afraid the more they saw blood on the walls and bodies left astray but continuing onward nonetheless. Thankfully, they made it to nearest hiding spot, saw some of the other family members, but then the baby made a whimpering sound as he woke and it was as if all hell broke loose.

Next thing he knew, they were running for safety, his wife's hand never held so hard in either of their lives. There were screams and shrieks of absolute terror, bombs going off, spears being thrown and bullets being shot; there were mob men everywhere. Immediately upon reaching another room with a hiding spot, he hid both his wife and child and began to barricade the door. The child kept crying out, attracting the attention of the nearby mob members and drawing them closer to the door. Ten wasn't all that strong in all honesty, but he held the barricade together for a few good minutes. It wasn't until they stuck a spear through the door—and through his shoulder—that he began to weaken. He yelped out in pain, but he still held it together best he could. While Ten struggled with the door, his wife struggled to make the baby quiet again. She tried everything to console the child, but he wasn't having it. Tears falling down her face, she gave her child a small and broken hearted kiss, then she began to smother him. And she did so until he stopped crying. By that time, the mob members had already broken through the door, and they found her sitting there, weeping as she held her child in her arms... Ten saw them drag her out of her hiding place by the leg, and that's when things got even worse.

Last thing Ten remembers is being in that room, seeing his dead child's body be thrown around the room and beaten like a ragdoll, and seeing them bash the child's skull in. Last thing he remembers is watching them take his wife and torture her in every way possible, have their way with her and beat her endlessly even after she stopped breathing... Last thing he remembers is the overwhelming sense of doom and anguish he caught in her eyes before she passed, and before he himself was given the same treatment.

Ten reawoke in in a dark and cold void, screaming out until his screams and the echoes blended together. He didn't know how to face it yet, but he was dead, and he was miserable, the memories of his and his family's deaths still very vivid and very angering. For years, he searched what was then a void for the members of his family, hoping he could just see someone, anyone, once again... For years, he was in denial of his own death, thinking he was just in a dream, a never ending nightmare. And for years he remained alone, just him and the absolute silence, absolute emptiness. It was him and his last memories, playing over and over and over again. It was him and his loneliness, him lying curled up and numb to everything at this point... Then he met a small rat.

Tiny flames in the distance caught his eye and brought Ten to his feet. As soon as he laid eyes on the rat, it spoke to him, commenting on his suffering while approaching him with its flaming footsteps. The rat tells him now that he's finally coming to terms with his own death, letting go of the anger, he would no longer be alone. After all these years alone, Ten found that hard to believe, the rat knew this, so it told him to follow. Ten does so, letting the rat's tiny footprint flames lead the way until he found himself in a blue room of people frozen still. He asks the rat why they weren't moving like he was, and the rat explains that they needed to be woken up. 'How the am I supposed to do that,' Ten asks himself, the rat able to hear his thoughts and saying it's simple. It rolls a candle before the man's feet, stands on two of its legs, then commands to be smashed. Ten took the candle and laughed in disbelief: he wasn't about to smash a rat, especially one that's helping him. How could he? This was the closest thing he's had to a person in a long, long time. He wasn't just going to ruin that and kill the rat. It then explains that it represents his memories and his anguish, his pent up rage, and in order to let it all go, in order to move on, he needed to kill the rat. Of course, Ten struggles with this, preferring not to take the life of something that didn't deserve to die, but then the rat says one last thing that ignites a flame in him: "Either smash me, or spend the rest of your days alone and angry, never to see another soul cross your path for the rest of eternity."

With a sigh and no further thought, Ten carefully lifts the rat to his face, apologizing to it before placing it back on the ground. Slowly, he starts to step on the small animal, struggling to actually do it. The rat bites his foot, and it's as if a switch went off in him. All his pent up rage and all his suppressed tears finally pour out of him and he screams, stomping the rat over and over and over again. As he stomped, his body started to glow, flames igniting all over and inside his body, and when the rat finally died, fiery tears leaked down his cheeks and onto the ground. Then he woke up.

Turns out he, too, was in the room, statuesque until he did what he had to do. He looks around, examines his own body, and stretches out, spotting the now lit candle left behind by the rat a few spaces before him. Picking the candle up, he walks about the room from person to person, circling them with smoke then blowing the flame in their faces to start the waking process. Like him, they needed to face their fears and their troubles, destroy them, and then they should be free. One by one, they all started to move, woke up from their frozen trances, and joined him at his side. This was to be the beginning of his new start.

After the reemergence of the others, Ten lead everyone to another room, a yellow room where there were twelve scrolls in front of twelve buttons on the ground—one for each person—and one scroll floating in the air. He approaches the floating scroll and reads it aloud to the group, saying that these scrolls were their oaths as the new guardians of this spirit realm, that these scrolls would explain everything they needed to know.

As they studied their scrolls, they each learned of the duties of a guardian, their first being to destroy/kill themselves. Upon learning this, some of the other guardians were outraged. "First I had to kill an animal, now this?!" they'd cry. But Ten could understand. In order to take on the role of a guardian, one must be selfless and willing to sacrifice any and everything to protect the spirit realm, they must relinquish all of their personal feelings and let go of what they know as themselves, and they must come to terms with their own deaths. Almost immediately after realizing this, Ten pressed the button on the floor and up came a sword. He takes hold of the weapon, hands trembling until he takes a deep breath, then he lifts it up high with the blade facing his body. There is a pause, pleasant memories of his life before floating before his eyes and making him hesitate, but he shakes it off and plunges the weapon through himself.

At first, it hurt. It hurt like a . Physically, emotionally, you name it and it hurt. He half coughs and half chokes on a gasp, nearly doubling over but somehow managing to catch himself. Not too long after, though, the pain melted into warmth, immense warmth, incredible heat, then a relaxing and tingly chill. He didn't quite feel like it, but he was on fire, completely ablaze. There was just... this surge of energy, this surge of power flowing throughout his body, and it felt good. Better than anything he's ever felt before.

Soon after the flames went out, another guardian (the soon to be Ox guardian) tapped his shoulder, told him he was brave, then proceeded to do the same. Eventually, the others followed suit and completed the task—each guardian discovering their own element. Then came down another scroll, floating before Ten. It explains that not that they had been initiated into guardianship, they'd need to make the spirit realm into something more, make it less desolate and empty, and they'd need to follow the guidance of their new leader, the Rat, aka Ten. All others were hesitant at first, but for the sake of doing the right thing and for the sake of moving on, they learned to accept it.

Days and months and years go by and what used to be the dark and empty void had become something like a beautiful garden paradise. With the powers they were granted, they all had been working diligently to prepare what was to be a new haven for spirits. It took nearly a century to get the physical aspects of the realm up to standard, and it took even longer to decide on how it would run. According to the scrolls, they were to each personally oversee the spirits of their kind and give them one last chance at redemption, but it did not specify how. The guardians looked to their leader, the Rat, for guidance, so he spent the next few days quickly trying to devise a plan.

"First, we welcome them, make them feel at home. We show them what all they could have should they succeed in redeeming themselves, and we give them a taste of pure bliss. Once we think they're ready, then we'll begin the test. We will test their faith, test their courage. We will test their strength and determination to succeed. But, most importantly, we will be testing if they're able to be selfless... Should they succeed, these individuals will move onto the next realm and live out the rest of their days in absolute peace and tranquility. And should they fail, we'll... they'll be banished, and they'll be damned."

They all decide to test it out over the next few millennia, the Horse showing signs of opposition but finding that it was a simple enough plan that worked out a lot better than intended. More spirits would pass their individual tests than not, and the haven had grown to be some place absolutely beautiful. All was well in the new haven, Ten and the Ox guardian growing rather close, then out came the Horse's true feelings.

From the beginning, the Horse guardian had their own thoughts on how to run the realm, they had their own plans, and they kind of felt they were just blindly following Ten's command. When they brought it to the rest of the group's attention, Ten already had a bad feeling about where things were going—not because his position and his ideas were being threatened, but because he knew the Horse. The Horse was animated and cheerful, also very independent and always coming up with new ideas, but they could be a little selfish, impatient and stubborn, and wishy-washy when it came to doing things. Not to mention they were strong and valued strength to an intense degree. Still, though, Ten allowed the Horse to speak their mind and get their ideas off their chest. Turns out they wanted to replace the redemption method.

"All they have to do is cross the finish line," is what the Horse said. It was true for the most part—in order to redeem oneself, one just had to cross a finish line—but the Horse neglected to properly say what all came before the finish line. The Horse told the other guardians that they'd set up personalized obstacles during the race to the finish line that would be challenging but possible to overcome if the spirit was strong enough. This sounded like a good enough idea to all the other guardians, and satisfied the Horse's want for a quicker test, but Ten was hesitant to agree. Something about putting his faith in this idea didn't seem right, so he didn't. Of course, he was outvoted when it really came down to it, but the point was that he knew this was a bad idea waiting to happen. And then it did.

Problem after problem slowly began to arise because of the Horse's test. First, the guardians (stupidly) voted the Horse be new leader of the guardians to properly carry out whatever they needed to do in order to make things work for the new test. Next, they (stupidly) unknowingly handed over their rights to even vote, granting the Horse full control over Nirvana. After that, they (stupidly) watched as the test took too large a toll on a lot of spirits, the Horse calling said spirits too weak but really they were just over doing it in the challenge department and causing a lot of spirits to go mad/become corrupted. And finally, they (stupidly) watched as the realm began to crumble right under their feet.

With all the problems revolving around the Horse's test, the other guardians began to question what they'd gotten themselves into. They went behind the Horse's back and gathered in a secret meeting to try and come to a consensus, but they had two main problems: they didn't have an official way to overrule the Horse now that they gave them (the Horse) too much power, and they didn't know what to do in order to fix what all they had done in regards to their corrupted spirit problem. Ten suggested they go back to basics, reread their scrolls and see what they might hold, but yet again no one listened to him. Instead of trying to get them to hear him out again, he simply did some investigating on his own.

When he read back through his scroll, he found that there had been issues with corruption in the past. Long before his and the other current guardians' initiations, their predecessors had faced a similar dilemma, except it was one of the former guardians that first became corrupted. Apparently, this guardian hadn't completely given up past anger and their feelings of suffering. Watching the others live happily, watching the spirits they helped go on and prosper, it made them jealous and only fueled their anger. Malus, the evil spirit, came to them and egged it on, and it got so bad that the guardian purposefully sabotaged the spirits he was supposed to guide. The corrupted guardian tricked the spirits into thinking they were automatically granted peace and tranquility in the afterlife then snatched away all their freedoms and kept them as prisoners. When the other guardians found out and confronted the corrupted one, they saw that they were too far gone, too lost and too mad to help. So, they performed a cleansing ritual and sent the corrupted guardian away to solitude.

"A cleansing ritual," Ten mumbled to himself, searching sections of the scroll for where more information on that might be. Reading up on it, he learned cleansing rituals were usually only done in cases of emergency, and normally performed in groups, but could also be done solo. They were spiritual dances, or spiritual songs, and when done right, had an effect on both the spirit, the realm, and the guardian performing them. For spirits, the cleansing ritual would heal them, give them a euphoric feeling and bring them inner peace. For the realm, it simply restored it to its former glory or slightly improved it. And for guardians performing the ritual, it drained them of some of their energy and life force, and temporarily weakened the strength of their elemental powers each time they'd perform a ritual. It was essentially the process of guardians donating some of themselves in order to heal regular spirits, which made enough sense to Ten. Now all he needed to do was try it out.

Making one more attempt to communicate with at least one other guardian, he grabs the Ox and has them listen to what he has to say. Even though he didn't always act on it or show it, he thought of the Ox as a pretty trustworthy and great friend of his, if not a best friend when he needed one. He figured if he only had one shot at trying to convince someone, his chances would be best with them. And, thankfully, things panned out, the Ox agreeing to perform a cleansing ritual with him just to test it out.

It was weird, the ritual. Guided by the knowledge in their scrolls, they performed a basic dance ritual together on one of the spirits they captured, and it worked! Elated and relieved at their findings, they celebrated their success by reporting back to the rest of the group with the news. One by one, he and the Ox went about showing the guardians the power of cleansing rituals. All were astonished and excited that they might have found the solution to the ever growing problem; all they needed to do now was get the Horse to go along with it.

Preoccupied by running the realm, the Horse had been completely out of the loop and didn't even know about the secret meetings the other guardians held behind their back, but they did notice that everyone seemed to be getting along better without them. Curious about the seemingly sudden change, and a little paranoid they were going to be overthrown, the Horse asked about it. Ten wasn't the type to lie or beat around the bush, so he told them they'd been meeting in secret to come up with their own way to fix what was going on. He brought up the cleansing rituals and told the Horse that if they would just ease up on the control, and if they joined them all in a group cleansing ritual, then they'd eliminate a lot of the problem. The Horse contemplated it, thought it over for a second, but they still had faith they could do it on their own and said no to the idea. Visibly disappointed, Ten sighs but says okay and let's the Horse continue to make mistakes.

More and more was the realm starting to wither away. Their once beautiful paradise was mostly in a state of ruin, flooded with the presence of corrupted spirits. Ten and the other guardians patiently waited for the Horse to cave in, but that never happened. The Horse was too stubborn, and they thought they could handle it. By now, the redemption race was more like a race to see how fast one can break. And the Horse's attempt to combat the corruption was just a sentence to solitude. Ten could not stand by and take this any longer. He couldn't keep watching things go wrong. So he gathered as many corrupted spirits as he could in what was left of the garden, and he performed a cleansing ritual on all of them and the area. When it was over, he passed out from exhaustion, and that was the last thing he did for the next few weeks.

The Ox hovering over his statuesque form to make sure he was okay, he blinks awake and asks her what happened. They told him that while he had been out they started to go around cleansing the realm and its spirits as well, not to the extreme he did, but doing enough to at least make a difference. He tells them to tell the others to continue what they're doing and sets out to personally, and secretly, to watch in on one of the Horse's test by posing as a spirit who couldn't pass. All the trauma from the test aside, he succeeded in failing without being caught. When it came time to be dismissed from the realm, he noticed that the Horse guardian had a slight sinister glow about them as they sent off the failed and corrupted spirits. That's when it all started to make sense, and that's when he realized his worst fear had come true.

That's when he realized the Horse was corrupted too.

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