my Background...

| What really is reality but a figment we rely on for the threads of our sanity? |

The mind is a fragile thing... a precious thing that mustn't be tampered with. The human brain is perhaps the most powerful organ, capable of building empires and uwinding the mysteries of life. however, what's to become of it if ever it succumbs to illness? what does that make the poor human who harbors it? other than vastly unfortunate...

Kim Myungsoo was born amidst a family of prestige and honor. His father was a well-known catholic priest who spread faith among the bowels of the earth. for this, it seemed rather obvious that the boy would follow in his father's sanctious footsteps... but life is a cluster of good intentions and pitiful let-downs...

The symptoms first arose when he was around 8 years of age. he often fell under spells of 'space-outs', his mind often drifting away from him at the most random of times. then came the insomnia soon after, in which he found it nearly impossible to sleep because of... 'it'... a voice that often whispered from the abandoned crevices of his mind. a voice so familiar, yet terrifyingly new to him... he'd only tried to convey his concerns once to his family, and immediately the idea that their son was 'sick' was shotdown. a ritual was performed and prayers were offered, hoping to cast out this demon that seemed to invade their son...

As the years unfolded, the voice grew louder, more insistent... though it'd began by whispering tiny reminders of its presence, slowly it began growing bolder- goading and commanding myungsoo to no end. and it was during his 18th year of life that myungsoo grew silent... riddled with fear of this ceaseless voice- one that sounded all too vaguely like his own. And so in a panicked madness, he attempted suicide... downed enough medicine to finally fall into the comfort of silence... But with his heart slowing and his mind now clearing, he became a blank slate for a new 'arrival'...

L showed his face for the first time that day, latching onto the remnants of Myungsoo's consciousness and taking him over. and were it not for the fact that he'd been rushed to the hospital just in time, myungsoo would've died... and l would have been  the permanent owner of his body. Myungsoo was diagnosed with multiple personality disorder- a disease in which there existed many consciences inside of him. luckily, he'd only managed to unlock one of them... but lately, he's felt the throngs of another... the existence of a third being- silent and looming.

originally, Myungsoo was intended to be taken under sebastian's ownership. Being the crafty individual he was, it only seemed a perfect fit. however, his illness was what caught alois's attention instead and drew him into the 'game' as his newfound pawn. forever warped amidst the inner workings of his own mind, now trapped in the unending cycle of immortality.

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my Personality...

| i can hear him... lulling soothingly at me... coaxing me... begging me to let go. just let go.|

Myungsoo is a rather intuitive sort. he's a people-person who likes watching and gauging others' reactions, predicting their next movements and reacting accordingly. for someone who'd spent most of his life writhing in the depths of his own thoughts, he's pretty adept at being attentive to others. laidback and borderline nonchalant, he's known for his smooth tongue and carefree demeanor- not at all the type-a personality that most would expect. Myungsoo dabbles in the art of both patience and sarcasm- making him a rather effective listener while also giving him a bit too much lip than what most can handle.

L is what his 'other' half calls himself. He embodies the carnal portion of myungsoo- selfish and lustful, hungry for self-satisfaction. He tends to rear his himself in myungsoo's mind during times of stress or emotion. however, if myungsoo slips into unconsciousness for too long, an opening is left for l to emerge. he's quick to speak, quicker to lash out, and nothing like the gentleman myungsoo can be... but that's what he wants in the end- to develop his own 'self' and seek freedom from myungsoo's presence.

Myungsoo has a third 'voice'- one that hasn't necessarily spoken just yet... however, he's sure this presence exists- he can feel him after all, practically hear him as he breathes... it's uncomfortable to be so aware of, especially when myungsoo still hasn't a clue as to what this voice is like or is capable of. he can feel a dark aura surrounding it, though... something vile as it leers over him, awaiting his time to arrive... until then, myungsoo's settled with the fact that he knows nothing about him... nothing but the name he's given him- "Jiseok". 

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A few Quirks...

♠ Myungsoo has a pretty bad pollen allergy, causing his aversion of flowers.

♠ He's been suffering from self-induced cases of insomnia, in hopes of keeping L at bay.

♠ Myungsoo, himself, is a , so he imagines l is the part of him that desires to be fulfilled.

♠ Myungsoo likes to cook... unfortunately, he's absolute at it.

♠ Myungsoo loves drawing, and often tries to incorporate this talent whenever he can. 

 

A few lovely plots...

| Take my hand... We're coming out of this together or not at all. |

 

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