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Kim Minseok
Age: Unknown
Orion
Biual
Unknown Alliance
The Frost c r e e p s in.
He named himself.
Orion.
Like the stars in the Arctic Circle. Frozen, lifeless, suspended in breathtaking frigid beauty far beyond the realm of human perception.
Orion.
He liked the name. It suited him.
Minseok had never fit him. He had never been able to slip into the skin of a name given to him by some distant relative who never seemed to want to spend more than a few seconds breathing the same air as him- no, Minseok was not a name he could easily wear.
And so, for as long as he could remember, he had called himself Orion.
Trapped as he was within the walls of the large mansion his supposed parents had supposedly bequeathed to him in an alleged will, Minseok was a prisoner in a gilded cage. His days were spent in silence. His nights passed in stillness. He had no visitors, no friends, no companions within the empty walls of his tomb-like home. He had only the letters. The letters, written by a man who claimed to be his caretaker until the day he became old enough to run his estate on his own.
Minseok didn't really know what to make of this imagined figure in his head- this unreal, subhuman shadow of a being who watched over him from the corners of his thought- or from the cameras placed in each room.
Of course, Minseok could understand not wanting to be near him- he was not exactly carved out of the stone of companionship. He was more like ice. Less soft, more sharp. Less sweet, more shards. He was dangerous. This much he knew. His emotionless state kept others safe, perhaps. Perhaps his silence kept the world safe.
Frost on his fingers. Ice on the door knobs. Bulbs bursting from frigid air. Breath misting the stillness, icy, cold.
Orion.
He, Orion, wanted to escape.
He, Orion, wanted the doctors to leave him be.
He, Orion, no longer wished to be sedated by the charm of a silent house, a hidden prison.
He, Orion, wanted out.
It had been easy to break out. Nobody could stop him- not when he had frozen their lungs and let their veins burst within the confines of their bodies. The brain cannot function when shards of ruptured blood cells slip through its tissues.
When his feet touched new ground for the first time, he turned his icy silver, pupil-less eyes up to meet the distant stars of the Arctic circle. Two silver pools of lifeless vision met the dozens of silver memories scattered across the sky.
Orion smiled. His smile was wide, his teeth glittering.
He was free.
The Facts:
.Kim Minesok is a mutant with the ability to manipulate ice. He spent most of his sentient life being tested upon by doctors in the mansion of his supposed parents' home, where a wretched man who had feigned relationship with the young Minseok attemped to discover the root of the boy's abilities. He and his comrades could find no root, and they deemed it best to shut Minseok away, like a scientific mistake- a mutant with the ability to manipulate the very water others need to survive is not safe, not safe at all.
Minseok has escaped into the world, leaving his snowy mansion home in the North of the country where none could find him to seek a new life within the walls of a nearby city. He is unassuming enough- if you ignore the fact that he has no pupils, merely silvery pools of pigment as eyes. He's got a habit of letting streaks of frost accumulate in his hair, as well. All the same, you will often find him donning sunglasses andn working at the local ice cream shop- and easy place to do business, when you freeze things on a regular basis.
Minseok has developed a very close relationship with the owner of this ice cream shop- his savior, you could say. His first real human friend. He has no understanding of morals or how to behave in the world, hence his inability to choose a side. Yet this shop keeper has been able to keep him grounded, for now.
He lives in hiding. His life is a secret. He must not be known to the world. He must stay away from battle. This much he knows.
His weaknesses are bodily, if you can get close enough to touch him without being frozen to death. He's light-limbed, not so strong as he'd like to be. He's also not very fond of fire, although simple heat cannot damage him. He lacks a proper understanding of human ettiquete, and doesn't know how to interact with people proplery. He's very prone to being gullible- but he's also terribly bright, and terribly strong. His eyes keep most people away. The few who dare to get close think that perhaps he has cataracts.
He doen't know his own birthday. He thinks he is maybe eighteen or nineteen now- it's been about five years since he murdered his gaurds and escaped. He wonders if they are still trying to find him.
He does not care.
He is happier now.
He is alive.
He is Orion.
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GMT-5. I am very British, so please forgive me if I say weird things. Weird sleep schedule because I'm in the States for the summer, hence the timezone. I hate one liners. I despise god modding. Let's plot together. Third pov is bae. I like creativity and angst in plots. Massive fan of mysterys and thrillers. I mirror what I'm given. You ask, you start. Oh, and my name is Darcy. Dorky I know, but my mom was obsessed with Jane Austin.