NAME: Moon Byulyi

RACE: Vampire

AGE: 476 Years Old (Vampire Age) || 25 Years Old (Human Age)

ORIENTATION: Homoual

BACKGROUND:

An experiment gone right. Long ago before scientists even discovered they were scientists, there lived a group of famous royal medical practitioners. They were extraordinarily great in their field-- evidently shown by their skills which helped save the king and boost the health of the kingdom. Unknown to the mass, this talented group also extends their research to the army. In fact the king has appointed five of his best generals as the experimental group for these practitioners including Moon Byulyi.

They ran tests day and night-- injected serums, inhaled herbs, ingested toxins, and much more. Truthfully, any man would have already died at their expense and they would have too if it wasn't for their enhanced body condition. It lasted for days, maybe even weeks, they weren't too sure as they were kept in a dungeon-- cells separating each person. 

Byulyi was in the fourth cell and she was assigned to Greyson, the best yet most neurotic physician. He was nothing like the others. Instead of rushing in and out new experiments, he was calmly doing just one as if he had already planned all this research beforehand. Day by day, Byulyi feels more different than yesterday. Her senses were becoming more prominent but so was her hunger. It was as if the gracious meal they serve them thrice a day doesn't satisfy her when even just one portion of it could have lasted her a day. If it wasn't for this unusual red packet he gives her, she would have gone berserk in hunger.

And that's what she did on one fateful night. On that night, not only did the guards and the physicians died, but also the ruling monarchy and half the population of the kingdom. The onslaught lasted for days-- even weeks to be precise. It was like a never ending cycle of living in the day and dying in the night. The bloodthirst died down when she realized she had just mauled her younger sisters to death. It was an agonizing sight to behold. She was a monster. She is a monster. 

Byulyi fled back to the dungeon in an attempt to find Greyson and reverse this curse he had brought upon her but to no avail, he was dead. Somehow, Byulyi manages to find the notes of Greyson. Inside the journals were observations and inferences of what she had become and what she needed to do to stay alive, but there was no indicated cure. 

Fleeing to the deep forest, Byulyi found an abandoned residential house which she restored. For days and nights, Byulyi did nothing on what the notebook wants her to do. She didn't fed herself of blood; but, nor did she expose herself to sunlight because it was a torturing painful experience. She was beggining to be successful as she watched her fingers slowly turning brittle until there came an injured woman. The stranger was bleeding and as much as Byulyi wanted to control herself, her primal instincts took over and she again fed herself-- only to stop when she felt the life seeping away from the stranger.

For some reason, after Byulyi helped revive the woman and vice verse, they somehow lived harmoniously. In fact, they were like a couple. However, happiness seems not to be on Byulyi's side as she again witness another loss in front of her eyes. The villagers from the woman's town burnt their house down together with the woman. Byulyi again engaged in another bloodthirst but this time it didn't last that long until they captured her.

They kept Byulyi in a dungeon. Likewise her previous experience, she was tested on and improved on so they say. Each and every day, not only Byulyi's capacities grew to horizons but also her hatred for humanity. She was a human before but never did she inflicted such monstrosity; yet, they did this-- to her, to her family, and to her lover. 

It didn't last for too long until Byulyi had escaped again. This time she didn't kill because she lost her consciousness but rather the hunger and hatred she was exposed to had finally externalized. Wanting the human race to suffer as much as she did, she spread her curse to a selected minority primarily those who are physicians and royalties. It was only after a year that Byulyi gathered her underlings to knock them out their bloodthirst and make them realize of their immoral actions. They were all enraged at her, but what could they do to stand up against her?

Byulyi taught them from how to control the thirst to how to convert a human. She made it clear that even one slip of disobedience will cause painful death before she let them go. With all the suffering she had been through, Byulyi decided to enter an unsaid and unexcused hibernation for decades.

On the year of 1542, she was awaken from her slumber. Upon her revival, she assembled her firsthand converted vampires and requested a concise summary of what has happened for the past centuries. Apparently, the vampires has established a parliament to control the vampires. With the announcement of her reborn existence, she had acquired the position of the night queen-- ruler of all vampires.

Living for the past centuries, Byulyi never had to lift a finger for her wealth. The vampire community had been grateful enough to pitch in shares worth of millions monthly for her own dispense. Byulyi often sleeps the day away or use this time productively to study the proposed provisions and laws of the court. At night, she is often lurking in the shadows, actively watching her nightly creatures without their knowledge.

PERSONALITY:

As a born leader, Byulyi never had problems dealing with her subordinates. She is a stern ruler with an iron fist for anyone who dares to rebel against her rules. Being as she was born when technology was still not yet a trend, she never really cared for those things. In fact, as much as possible, she tries to maintain the traditional ways of building infrastractures, devices, and even weapons. Outside her throne, she's a reserved woman-- often this characteristic of hers sparks up rumors of her being a mute; however, this is just a defense mechanism for her as she does not want to utter groundless statements. She may be a woman of few words, but she is a woman of her words.