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BACKGROUND (tbe.)
They all didn't know.
They all didn't know that the sweet yet lonely little boy who cradled his stuffed teddy bear in his small arms was the devil in disguise. They all didn't know, and they never will.
Cha Hakyeon, aged 7, had his first kill. Perhaps it doesn't count as it was a mistake and he spent a whole month weeping over the golden retriever pup named Cocoa. But he had still done it with his bare hands out of fear his mother would do it herself.
"Either you kill it, or I will."
The words rang constantly, like a smoke alarm continuously warning the child of the consequences that were soon to happen.
13 years ; Rat poison
Hakyeon wasn't yet so bold. The knife that were in his hands clinked against the ground. No blood was drawn, but a large purple bruise formed around his eye. It didn't hurt as much as the other incidents, but a simple punch in the face was the last draw.
1:13:01 AM : He was found on the ground with his parents collapsed at the dining table. His stomach churned and his internal flesh burned, but Hakyeon still smiled. The last thing he saw was the empty can of rat poison sat upon the kitchen counter. He sure was glad his mother had only allowed him to eat a teaspoon of his meal.
16 years; Pins & needles
He particularly liked Hakyeon's thighs the most. He, being Hakyeon's uncle, a carpenter, who had taken him under his wing after his parent's
"They're so soft," he'd murmur with his lips attached to the skin of his inner thigh, "Like a girl's....But you're prettier."
His uncle found it a turn on whenever Hakyeon squirmed in disgust. It made him latch on tighter and harder.
"Drill it into your head, love. This-" His dirty hands roamed all over Hakyeon's tainted body. "- is all mine."
And just as he said, Hakyeon's body was not his own. Even if he died inside this body for all these years, even if the bruises and cuts littered all over his skin hurt him more than anything else, even when the palm of his hands soak up the tears that fall from his eyes, even then-- His body belonged to his uncle.
Hakyeon sometimes helped out here and there with the carpenting. Simply just hammering needles and holding the planks of woods still. He made sure all the needles were kept neatly in a box alongside with a pair of scissors and some pins to clasp decorative clothes and ribbons together, and various other machines and tools.
"Drill it into your head, love." Hakyeon repeated out loud one day, the drill held in his hands as he smiled so innocently. The look on his uncle's face was one that sparked a light within Hakyeon. "No part of me belongs to you."
The whirring sound drowned out the pained screams, and even with the blood splattered on the brown wood and concrete floor, all Hakyeon could think about was the fact that the drill is a fascinating tool.
19 years; Open wound
The girl in his theatre class thought she was better than him at acting. Well, she can't be better if she's dead.
20 years; First weapon - pistol
Killing was just as addictive as alcohol would be to a drunkard, and getting his first gun was exactly like a child receiving their favourite toy on their birthday.
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22 years; Drown in my love
"I kill people."
Hakyeon's confession brought a deep laughter out of the man sitting in front of him, and the actor felt his heart flutter. He knew he wasn't taken seriously, but at that point in time, he did not care. Hakyeon was very much in love with his manager. That man brought him back onto his feet and led him to a successful career. Hakyeon enjoyed the shows and movies he acted in and he could relax with such a luxurious lifestyle. He had everything everyone else wanted. Money, a great life, good looks, and a loyal lover.
What more could he ask for?
23, 24, 25
Hakyeon has lost count of how many people he has murdered.
26 years; Chasing the chicken
Liar. Betrayer. Backstabber. Traitor.
He very well knew Hakyeon's true self. He knew what Hakyeon was capable of. He knew, and he swore to keep it a secret with the wrap of their pinky fingers and a kiss to seal the promise.
"If you break your promise, you have to swallow a thousand needles."
Filled with rage and fury and the bitterness of a seemingly broken heart, Hakyeon vowed he would destroy his love, to crush him with his bare hands like he would with every other victim of his. He'd bathe in his blood and cradle the torn skin.
Hakyeon's manager was 2 steps ahead and the police were one step behind him.
To chase or to hide? He ended up choosing both.
While sheltering himself, Hakyeon is constantly on the hunt. He is not in Inncognito to turn over a new leaf nor to create a new identity.
He's here for blood.
PERSONALITY
{ 30 June, 1990 | 180 cm | Bottom }
➳ An angel with devil wings; Despite his soft smiles and innocent eyes, he had allowed the evil within him to take flight from a very young age.
➳ Childish in various aspects; absolutely loves attention, makes deals and promises like a child would to get what he wants, immature and irrational at (most) times
➳ Sadistic in general, flirtatious when he wants to be, masochistic in bed
➳ 'Gives no s' attitude; Hakyeon doesn't like to concern himself with things that don't interest him. He can be extremely unsympathetic as well, not caring at all about other's sadness, grief or pain, etc.
➳ A reminder that he is/was an aspiring actor. He's talented in faking and pretending, and may sometimes also slip into a character role that he has made up himself. Because of this, Hakyeon has come to the point where he struggles to know and understand what his true self is.
OOC
✔ 1st and 3rd pov. Whichever, really. I usually follow along with what you prefer.
✔ I'm a uni student so please excuse any slow replies. Usually if I take a long time, it's because your reply is too good and I'm internally crying because I want to be just as good so I'm genuinely putting effort into keeping the plot entertaining.
✔ I am honestly not one of the best writers and I tend to repeat certain words and actions again when roleplaying -- Please excuse this as well. I'm working on it!
✔ PM to plot (although we can roleplay in PM too, if you'd like). The wall is strictly for roleplaying.
✔ I am a very nice and patient person (trust me!!!). So just tell me if you're uncomfortable with anything or if you think the plot is too boring, just straight up tell me.
✔ I might edit this from time to time, depending on when my lazy decides to stop being lazy. Heh.
PLOTS (tba.)
➳ NAME OF PLOT // MALE/FEMALE // AVAILABILITY
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➳ NAME OF PLOT // MALE/FEMALE // AVAILABILITY
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➳ NAME OF PLOT // MALE/FEMALE // AVAILABILITY
Ex pri persius noluisse dignissim, fabulas ornatus repudiandae ne mea. Eu sed nulla nostro fuisset, mei probo ornatus referrentur cu. Ad falli voluptua constituam , assum quaestio vis in, mea autem velit sententiae te. Facer nulla denique ex sit, quo ex atqui libris. Ei pro graeci graecis postulant.
THE ONES THAT MATTER
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Credits for layout. credits for pictures used to their respective owners.
NAme : daisy
Time zone : gmt +10
POV : third / first pov
Time zone : gmt +10
POV : third / first pov