Jung Taekwoon

23 - Rank III Slave - GMT + 1
Kinks & es: None, if you'd ask him.

Background: Taekwoon had always hated to be used as a tool. To let society define the rules. To follow the path everybody took in life. How big the irony was, when he ended up at this place. He had expected to die, back in the court. He was charged with the murder of his whole family. He had always been an outcast. He blamed his family for it. He desired freedom - absolute freedom. And in his eyes, it were his parents who denied him that, and his brothers and sister who came much closer to that dream than Taekwoon himself. It was unfair.

Even still, he had never meant to actually kill them. Until this day, he doesn't know what came over him that night. It still feels like a dream - parts of it are distorted, some skipped. It wasn't until the walls colored red with blood and the last scream died in his ears, that Taekwoon felt like he woke up from that dream - that nightmare. It haunts him, still. Because inside, he's a rather kind soul. He just wanted to do his own things, to be alone, and never desired much from his environment except that little bit of peace and quiet.

He had expected to die, and had peace with that. But instead, someone had came and took him away. To another prison, but way more ed up. Oh, on the outside it looked like heaven. But inside, Taekwoon was more confined than ever before. Even more so, he was used, against his will, for things he could never have imagined. He hated it. He was disgusted by it. But somewhere, deep down - there was a part that came to like it. He never admitted that to himself, and probably never would. By now, he spends his time mostly ghosting around the building, quiet to the point of becoming mute. He didn't want to get the attention of anyone, but on the very least a guest. Because for the first time he actually didn't want to die, and thus had to obey; and obeying was both a torture and a blessing, causing a never ending conflict within the silent slave.