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peaceminustwo
MUSE NAME: kwon jiyong
GROUP/SOLO: big bang
MUSE JOURNAL:peaceminustwo
MUSE IM: #tricksterbitter
AGE: 18/08/888, 1128 years old. his documents say he's from 88.
RESIDENT OR IMMIGRANT: resident, living in hk for 8 years.
OCCUPATION: divino owner/blood den owner
RACE: vampire.
ABILITY: teleportation<
hello, it's me:
GROUP/SOLO: big bang
MUSE JOURNAL:
peaceminustwo MUSE IM: #tricksterbitter
AGE: 18/08/888, 1128 years old. his documents say he's from 88.
RESIDENT OR IMMIGRANT: resident, living in hk for 8 years.
OCCUPATION: divino owner/blood den owner
RACE: vampire.
ABILITY: teleportation<
HISTORY
the way that death gave and the way that death took away still amazes and terrifies jiyong after a thousand years of experiencing it.
the way that death gave and the way that death took away still amazes and terrifies jiyong after a thousand years of experiencing it.
the first deaths he witnessed were the toughest. his wife and seven year old daughter perished in front of twenty something year old jiyong. it was too graphic, too strong, too uncalled for. death took too much from him way too fast, way too unexpectedly. the bloody paw marks imprinted on the floor triggered the insanely stupid decision to venture into the gloomy wilderness in attempts to find the monster when the supernatural world unfolded before him, a full grown blood covered man who looked as terrified as he looked terrifying.
the following years had no deaths aside from a death wish. whoever jiyong was, that person was hell bent on revenge until another death arrived: his own. his creator came in the shape of a stranger, touched by jiyong's quest and knowledgeable of his sheer possibilities of succeeding. it was a peaceful silence, he would tell you. a limbo of lull until he awoke again.
however, what one expected of a creator was not what jiyong received, the guidance of how to live his death. to the contrary, his creator was just as filled with anger and remorse, just lacked the courage to make a move against the ones who brought it upon him alone, what a coincidence. instead of instruction and protection, jiyong was met with disciplined training.
two against the world didn't work quite as well. his creator wasn't as lucky as he was and that is saying a lot when jiyong himself almost fell along in battle. 150 years of hiding it was, boring and dragging themselves away. it was only when no one knew his name that he resurfaced.
however, what one expected of a creator was not what jiyong received, the guidance of how to live his death. to the contrary, his creator was just as filled with anger and remorse, just lacked the courage to make a move against the ones who brought it upon him alone, what a coincidence. instead of instruction and protection, jiyong was met with disciplined training.
two against the world didn't work quite as well. his creator wasn't as lucky as he was and that is saying a lot when jiyong himself almost fell along in battle. 150 years of hiding it was, boring and dragging themselves away. it was only when no one knew his name that he resurfaced.
too much. too many changes. political. getting back to having a life was too overwhelming and korea was home to more harrowing memories than he wished it did. teleporting was quite a gift; kept his trips faster, meals easy to chase, safety was pretty much a given.
he walked. well, "walked" for eons until he reached europe. married multiple times, adopted a fair share of children that he only saw grow until they were old enough to inquire of his age and behaviour. when the wars came, he came along. people missing and disappearing in thin air wasn't something one thought about twice, so the tragedy was quite a twisted sorrowful blessing.
when he was not creeping around during war times, jiyong took a variety of jobs. the economical crisis and the sunlight limitations made so that making a living fairly complicated and honestly, the enviroment was certainly depressing, thank god for demigod friends. he was homeless for a good while, living off of favors of his clan and his friends and whoever he was sleeping with at the time. not that his living conditions bothered him, it was weirdly enough a thrill.
england 1950s. france 1980s. america 1990s. costa rica 2000s. korea 2005. hong kong 2008. 2005 was the year he made the biggest amount of money he could ever imagine to make back them, learning how to invest and network, which was news to some one who lived as simply as he did, who out of nowhere became filthy rich with a growing wealth. all that money generated higher earnings and an opportunity: divino.
the blood den well hidden beneath the noisy bar came in handy. food. women. sometimes a little bit of a spiked blood here and there. profit buckets. peace within the vampire community was not what jiyong was aiming for when he inaugurated the place - honestly, he just wanted a dinner and a show, but it was something divino resulted on.
for that, the lady granted jiyong with a gift he never asked for: a seat at the council. it's been a couple of years. too much boredom, too much responsibility. is it too late for him to wish he was dead?
PERSONALITY AND FACTS
ABILITY
teleportation: the ability to move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between.
jiyong's ability can be divided in two ways: long jumps and short jumps.
distance:
he walked. well, "walked" for eons until he reached europe. married multiple times, adopted a fair share of children that he only saw grow until they were old enough to inquire of his age and behaviour. when the wars came, he came along. people missing and disappearing in thin air wasn't something one thought about twice, so the tragedy was quite a twisted sorrowful blessing.
when he was not creeping around during war times, jiyong took a variety of jobs. the economical crisis and the sunlight limitations made so that making a living fairly complicated and honestly, the enviroment was certainly depressing, thank god for demigod friends. he was homeless for a good while, living off of favors of his clan and his friends and whoever he was sleeping with at the time. not that his living conditions bothered him, it was weirdly enough a thrill.
england 1950s. france 1980s. america 1990s. costa rica 2000s. korea 2005. hong kong 2008. 2005 was the year he made the biggest amount of money he could ever imagine to make back them, learning how to invest and network, which was news to some one who lived as simply as he did, who out of nowhere became filthy rich with a growing wealth. all that money generated higher earnings and an opportunity: divino.
the blood den well hidden beneath the noisy bar came in handy. food. women. sometimes a little bit of a spiked blood here and there. profit buckets. peace within the vampire community was not what jiyong was aiming for when he inaugurated the place - honestly, he just wanted a dinner and a show, but it was something divino resulted on.
for that, the lady granted jiyong with a gift he never asked for: a seat at the council. it's been a couple of years. too much boredom, too much responsibility. is it too late for him to wish he was dead?
PERSONALITY AND FACTS
ABILITY
teleportation: the ability to move instantaneously from one location to another without physically occupying the space in between.
jiyong's ability can be divided in two ways: long jumps and short jumps.
distance:
- a short jump would consist of maximum 200 meters.
- a long jump would consist of 2km east/west or 4km south/north. this difference is due to the earth's own magnetic field.
- full health, full fed, he can zap 1000 short jumps in a row. the closer he is to that limit, the more tired he becomes. reaching it would require a 30 minutes time to recover and feeding.
- there is always the danger of teleporting into a solid object, falling down into a ditch, dropping himself on a sharp object, etc. to avoid this, jiyong tends to teleport only to places he can see.
- his momentum is retained throughout the process of teleportation: he arrives with whatever amount of inertia he left with. if he gets thrown at a high speed, teleporting would not really save him; instead he would just get thrown at the exact same force and speed in a different location.
- being a vampire makes it so he can't teleport into people's homes or to churches or such.
- mass does affect him too. he can only teleport up to 370 pounds and it includes his own weight.
- he can't zap people or objects around by themselves and in order to teleport with him, things must be touching him directly.
- he has no control over what does and what doesn't come with him on a trip if said things are touching him.
- he tends to be alright after a healthy trip by himself, but carrying living beings require much more energy. the more weight he carries and the longer the distance, the more tired and dizzy he is.
- he may faint if the limit is reached. regardless of weight, a trip with other living creatures will make him tired and lightheaded and will have the same or even worse effect if the ones who tagged along are not durable beings.
- can't teleport other teleporters.
hello, it's me:
- his arrivals and departures make a little whooshing sound, it's almost perfectly unperceptive to humans, but clear to supernaturals with enhanced senses, such as shifters and vampires.
- that does not mean his location was outed unless one knows what the sound was/where it came from.
- for all one knows, it could have been the just wind.
