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hybrid
sadist
psycho
guard
↻ kai - deep breath
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— background —
Jongin's story has its beginnings in fairly recent times, the man being the product of a nymph and a might dragon. He came about when the union of the two beings were intertwined some time ago, the couple having to keep their love a secret for the rest of their clans as well as the world, for hybrids were banned and the two couldn't risk the thought of someone taking their precious little one from them.
Of course he was beautiful, even his first cry as a mere babe was sweet and sounded like a babbling brook, his smiles and eyes carrying within them the warmth of a thousand rising suns - the promise of a new land and a new beginning. Hope. But it was not to last. His father's had neglected their duties to their people and their kingdom, one belonging to the light, and the other dark.
Word got out about the "abomination" that had been created between the two, the hybrid now old enough to understand the dangers of the world and the fact that his very existence threatened to take away the only things he'd loved more than anything, his parents. No amount of begging seemed to get the beings to listen to him, the man feeling despair creeping up on him as he felt his throat tightening each passing night, waiting to be attacked. The nymph was first to go, his so called family having gotten hold of him by the borders, his lover forced to watch as they dragged him away far enough so they couldn't touch let alone save him.
Jongin watched as his father had been pinned and beaten, his so called crimes read out by his clan, cutting at his beautiful, silken hair, lopping it all off, pulling the flowers that naturally grew around his body in full bloom... It was the first time Jongin had seen real monsters at work. No amount of crying he did helped, his other father at his side, his son screaming at him to do something, to help but he never did. Stripped down to the bone, Jongin could only recognise his nymph father by the smile he still wore on his face, tears rolling down his cheeks as he begged them to leave him be, to let him go.
With the wave of a sword weilding hand, his father was gone.
It only got worse after that. His remaining father went catatonic, bringing the fight to his own clan and leaving his son behind, telling him not to follow and to run, to find somewhere safe and to never tell the world who he really was. Of course Jongin had followed, struggling to keep up with his father who flew through the sky, a beast of a man with his broad wings and talons, teeth and tail whipping about as he had come looking for one thing, and one thing alone. And end.
And he got it. But not at the hands of his own clan, at the hands of another dragon one, the fire breathers. Jongin watched as they trampled the clan he belonged to, he'd already lost one father but fear stilled him now and prevented him from saving the other. He gagged at the blood that came from beneath the scales as they were torn off, his mouth running dry as he shook his head again and again. No, this wasn't it. In a land of fairytales and stories, this wasn't how it was supposed to be.
Shrieks sounded night after night into the sky they took their time ripping the wings off from Jongin's clan, mighty, once beautiful pieces of their identity now gone as they tore it away, each any every single one. They'd burned the piles of bodies after that, along with the shimmering cold wings, Jongin's own nails coated in blood as he'd scratched at his back, his own wings not having come through yet for himself. But if this was what happened if you had them, he wasn't sure he wanted them, not if it had brought the horrible torture to his loved father.
Jongin never really recovered after that, wandering around the realm of darkness, barefoot, homeless and alone. He'd not cried a single tear more after those nights, refusing to. He'd been recruited as a guard for the dark kingdom, the job just something that kept him busy during the day, and who better than a half dragon to do a guardian's job?
Come night time and the monster showed its true colours. It was never hard for Jongin to pick people up, he had his nymph genes to thank for the gorgeous face and body he kept in check, one of his greatest assets and boy, did he use it to the extreme. Men fell at his feet, here and there, the lucky ones being rejected, for the ones he showed interest in were the ones with wings. Jongin took a particular interest in angels, the creatures often wandering too close to the border of the kingdom's and even further when they had caught a glimpse of the alluring man.
He'd bring them back to his home, welcome them in, show them around the home he'd made for himself and so on. He'd only ask them one rule to be followed, to not touch his displays around the house, not a single one. But they always failed... It was when Jongin showed them to the every growing disaply of wings that stretched across a long wall near the back of the house. It always had them leaning in closer, asking how he made them look so real before they'd always touch them, leaving Jongin to sigh despite his pleased smile.
That piece of art continues to grow and angels continue to return to the light kingdom, often left in awful states that had the light kindom riddled with rumours and whispers, that a monster was on the prowl and that angels should never, ever cross the border. Its not stopped Jongin, he loves making the wings into art work, a reminder of his parents and the love they forsaked him for.
— personality —
Cruel, calculating and sadistic are jusst a few things to sum up Jongin. Though now he goes by 'Kai' for the little boy his parents had raised was long dead, just like them. He may seem sweet or kind or loving, even romantic and interested in you for more than what you're offering on your back, but rest assured, Jongin likes, loves being the monster he has become and refuses to change it for anyone. Why should he? As blood thursty as he may seem, he's not a fool to rush in head fast. Calm and calculated is what makes this hybrid just so dangerous.
Jongin is also a part, or was, a part of the ice clan of dragons. This means that he is able to maniupulate water and the form it takes when ice. He's used to the cold and can pretty much withstand most temperatures as he is able to keep his temperature to a level he prefers. Ironic much, how well the ice fits his personality now. Don't forget, ice can also burn.
— lover —
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— plots —
PLOT 001: LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PHASELLUS A ARCU SED METUS MAXIMUS ULTRICIES. ALIQUAM VEL METUS A NUNC PORTA VOLUTPAT DIGNISSIM.
PLOT 002: LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PHASELLUS A ARCU SED METUS MAXIMUS ULTRICIES. ALIQUAM VEL METUS A NUNC PORTA VOLUTPAT DIGNISSIM.
PLOT 003: LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PHASELLUS A ARCU SED METUS MAXIMUS ULTRICIES. ALIQUAM VEL METUS A NUNC PORTA VOLUTPAT DIGNISSIM.
PLOT 002: LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PHASELLUS A ARCU SED METUS MAXIMUS ULTRICIES. ALIQUAM VEL METUS A NUNC PORTA VOLUTPAT DIGNISSIM.
PLOT 003: LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET, CONSECTETUR ADIPISCING ELIT. PHASELLUS A ARCU SED METUS MAXIMUS ULTRICIES. ALIQUAM VEL METUS A NUNC PORTA VOLUTPAT DIGNISSIM.