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Lee Jooheon
❝ This is all faith at its purest form ❞
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• Quick Facts
°Affinity: Storm (Water ♀ | Earth ♂)
°Age: 24
°Subject: Science with a focus on life science
°Status: Single (unmated)
°Appearance: Solid black coat, mismatched eyes (heterochromia)
• Background
He wasn't supposed to be alive. None of them were. If the hunters had "done their jobs properly," there would have been no survivors. Yes, it was because of a mistake, a up, pure chance, that he was alive. He was born amid chaos and hate. As a pup, he witnessed horrible acts committed against his mother, his father, elders, children: their kind was mistreated simply because they were different, because they weren't human. It made his blood boil and even as a pup he lashed out against those who sought to mistreat his kind, only to be cowed into submission each and every time.
The hunters frequently liked to pin their "pets" against each other: "upgraded fights," they liked to call it. On his last day in the camp, the hunters promised it'd be the best match yet: father against son. Jooheon, still young enough to be considered a child, and his father had been forced into a clearing with the hunters' intention for them to fight until one couldn't anymore, be it due to injury or death. Jooheon watched, in horror, as his father was prodded and kicked and ordered to fight. Jooheon himself was struck for not fighting, but how could he? It was his father-- his blood. He loved his parents more than anything in the world, despite how much trouble he may have caused them. He couldn't fight-- he wouldn't. His father wouldn't either; it wouldn't have mattered if it was Jooheon or one of the other countless males in the group. He would never allow himself to be made a puppet, a tool for the hunters' amusement.
Jooheon remembers the glint in his father's eyes, briefly overshadowed with sorrow, a silent apology to him and his mother. There was snarling, a lunge, and screaming. Then chaos, complete and utter chaos. Jooheon couldn't see much as other wolves swarmed to attack their captors. He remembers calling out for his father, even as his mother pushed him along, urging him to run, even as the gun shot rang in the air. He remembers his mother's stern order to keep running, no matter what, that if he stopped, he'd be dead. He remembers running and not looking back, not even when more gun shots sounded off, not even when his mother's body fell, crumpled, to the dirt floor.
He became free, but at what cost? His father's life, his mother's, the lives of countless other wolves. And for what reason? His only purpose is simple: to survive...and ensure the future generation survives as well.
The hunters frequently liked to pin their "pets" against each other: "upgraded fights," they liked to call it. On his last day in the camp, the hunters promised it'd be the best match yet: father against son. Jooheon, still young enough to be considered a child, and his father had been forced into a clearing with the hunters' intention for them to fight until one couldn't anymore, be it due to injury or death. Jooheon watched, in horror, as his father was prodded and kicked and ordered to fight. Jooheon himself was struck for not fighting, but how could he? It was his father-- his blood. He loved his parents more than anything in the world, despite how much trouble he may have caused them. He couldn't fight-- he wouldn't. His father wouldn't either; it wouldn't have mattered if it was Jooheon or one of the other countless males in the group. He would never allow himself to be made a puppet, a tool for the hunters' amusement.
Jooheon remembers the glint in his father's eyes, briefly overshadowed with sorrow, a silent apology to him and his mother. There was snarling, a lunge, and screaming. Then chaos, complete and utter chaos. Jooheon couldn't see much as other wolves swarmed to attack their captors. He remembers calling out for his father, even as his mother pushed him along, urging him to run, even as the gun shot rang in the air. He remembers his mother's stern order to keep running, no matter what, that if he stopped, he'd be dead. He remembers running and not looking back, not even when more gun shots sounded off, not even when his mother's body fell, crumpled, to the dirt floor.
He became free, but at what cost? His father's life, his mother's, the lives of countless other wolves. And for what reason? His only purpose is simple: to survive...and ensure the future generation survives as well.
• Personality
Reserved, Jooheon doesn't allow himself to get attached to others, romantically or otherwise, if he can help it. After losing his mother and father, living in that pain for years, he can't bring himself to stand on the edge of that dark, bottomless pit once more. More often than not, he can be found up on the school's roof, the only place where one can truly be close to the sky, talking to the moon, talking to his mother and father.
That is not to say that he's cold, however. Somehow, despite his past or perhaps IN SPITE of it, he found a way to maintain his soft-heart. He has a heavy reliance on faith and God; many would mock him, ask him how he could believe in God and what God would put him and their kind through what they've been through. But for Jooheon, faith is the only way that he can get up in the morning, the only way he can combat the nightmares that haunt him whether he's asleep or not. There has to be a purpose. God could not be that cruel. There has to be a reason, a good reason, for everything that has happened. So he holds onto his faith, his religion, and prays for those that have falen and the future generation that is just rising up. This is faith.. at its purest form.
That is not to say that he's cold, however. Somehow, despite his past or perhaps IN SPITE of it, he found a way to maintain his soft-heart. He has a heavy reliance on faith and God; many would mock him, ask him how he could believe in God and what God would put him and their kind through what they've been through. But for Jooheon, faith is the only way that he can get up in the morning, the only way he can combat the nightmares that haunt him whether he's asleep or not. There has to be a purpose. God could not be that cruel. There has to be a reason, a good reason, for everything that has happened. So he holds onto his faith, his religion, and prays for those that have falen and the future generation that is just rising up. This is faith.. at its purest form.
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• rp tracker + past dps
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• out of character
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Writing Style : 1st & 3rd (para)
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Disclaimer : Work schedule varies
Writing Style : 1st & 3rd (para)
Reply Speed : 6 / 10
Disclaimer : Work schedule varies
Down with plotting or winging, though these days winging seems to be a lot easier. If we do plot, forgive me if it takes 8 billion years for us to actually start rping. If you wanna rp, you can simply tag me in something oor let me know and I'll drop something for us. Please don't poke unless it's been like a week; I don't forget about people, I promise.
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