yoon bora

to start at once upon a time is a bit far fetched, but it's not a great distance of this story. many centuries ago, a small village had sat at the foot of a river within this village was a family, bora's family. although they were not royalty and still had to salvage to survive the villagers often spoke of her family, giving them high praise in every action they take. helping the elderly farm, sharing food with those who didn't have enough, sheltering the homeless. all in all bora's family was most selfless. bora and her two younger sister's were taught to live peacefully, understandingly, and hopeful. however, they would have never hoped for what happened next. upon the her 23rd birthday bora's gift was a chance to see the city in which she had dreamed living in. dreaming of moving out once her sister's got older and opening an orphanage, this trip to the city had allowed her to see exactly what she'd be working with. on the night of her return bora had came back to nothing but ashes, her village had been burned down and the scent of burning flesh nearly had her spew up the meal she never had. by the time she reached her home, tears stained her cheeks and voice hoarse as she had screamed.. everyone was dead. just when bora thought she was now all alone she was struck in the back, a hot stingy sensation piercing her through her back to her chest. the amount of blood just flowing out from her would make anyone think she was already dead, but she wasn't just yet. although she was not raised in the idea of pay back bora had to see the face of those who murdered everyone she cared for, but when her eyes laid upon the adolescent who's hand was covered in blood and still reached out after penetrating through her, all bora could do was question how someone so young as driven down such a dark path. it was the end for bora as the small amount of life she had in her withered away...

i'm so sorry, was all i could think of. i'm so sorry for dreaming of things much bigger than i should reach. mother, father, gree, fable... i'm so-

"do you wish to live..?"
who's there..? how are you still alive?
"i am neither alive nor dead."
w-what are you? what do you want with me?
"who i am does not matter as of right now.. do you wish to continue living, bora?"
... how do you know my name?
"you humans, always asking so many questions. your life hangs in front of at this moment, you do not have much time left young child. i ask for the last time, do you desire to be amongst the living once again?"
....... i wish to live, to avenge the deaths of my village and family.

the deal made was something bora hadn't realize until she felt oxygen in her lungs once more as she rose from the pool of blood underneath her. when she awoken two cloaked figures were in her company and even though their mouths moved, their voices transmitted into her head. the attack bora had taken turned into a curse, black magic forming inside of her and a gateway to speak to the devil once was casted. she had now made a pact with the devil himself forming an allegiance she could never break and the two cloaked figures that appeared in front of her, agony and pain, servants to the devil. making sure she'd do the deeds their master had permitted for her to do. from that moment on the virtues she was raised upon faded away, her heart darkening with hatred and revenge.

in modern times now, bora works as a bounty hunter a way to "deliver" hearts to the devil. her magic revolves around the use of gem stones and crystals, using them as a center to cast spells and curses. However, bounty hunting is more of a secretive job. bora mainly works in a magik's shop, selling magikal items and all that fun stuff. the store's main selling product are gem stones and crystals, which has many different purposes. the whole idea of this shop is lure in young adults, an easier access for her main objective.

appearance is everything for those working under the devil, the less intimidating the better and bora's appearance was the perfect mask. an energetic, friendly person is as she seems or that's at least who she use to be before her heart darkened with hatred. this is how she got her job done though, with the looks of a fairy what young adult would be frightened? still no matter how much bora tried to mask her cruelness, it still managed to seep through. going back from a sweet and kind woman to a blunt and selfish peron. however, no matter how accepting and kind bora's smile may be it's just a lure. behind closed doors and in the presence of the devil, she's a emotionless immortal. a smile is only tolerated unless she's doing a job but besides that there is nothing warm about her.

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name: gale.

date: 120417.

status: tolerating me.

GALE WAS SOMETHING THAT BORA WOULD HAVE NEVER IMAGINED. AGONY AND PAIN WOULD DESCRIBE BORA'S TRUE PERSONA AS SOMEONE WHO WAS ICY COLD AND CRUEL. WELL, GALE ON THE OTHER HAND WAS A VERY JOYFUL, OUTGOING, AND HIGH ENERGY CREATURE.

UPON HATCHING AND EVEN UNTIL THIS MOMENT, GALE HAS CONTINUED TO BE POSITIVE. BUT EVEN STILL HIS ATTITUDE WAS WHAT MADE BORA WANT TO PULL HER HAIR OUT. IT WAS AS IF HE WERE A YOUNG TEENAGED BOY, CONSTANTLY DISOBEYING HER. THE TWO WOULD ALWAYS BICKER AND CLASH.

STILL, AS A FAMILIAR GALE HAD KNOWN WHERE HIS LOYALTY LIED. NO MATTER HOW CRUEL AND EVIL HIS MASTER'S INTENTIONS WERE, GALE WOULD NOT HESITATE TO LAY HIS LIFE ON THE LINE FOR HER. PERHAPS IT'S BECAUSE OF HIS PERSONALITY, BUT NONETHELESS... GALE TRULY ADORES BORA..

I. gmt-6  on most of the time, usually on during the nights/late evenings after i'm off work.

II. you can refer to me ooc as my chara's name or just pinkcrayon.

III. it can usually take me half a day or a full day to properly reply, if longer it means i've been stucj on mobile. i prefer to reply on my laptop cause it's a bit better.

IV. in terms of writing style; i'd say i do detailed 1st and 3rd pov. also i like rping in rooms rather than walls.

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