Description
jeon Jungkook.
His biggest mistake was not knowing who to trust.
❝ May our misguided spirits always be bulletproof, and our mad-hatter minds be drunk in imagination forever.❞
- Erin Van Vuren
- Erin Van Vuren
ooc
please read!
+ GMT -8, aka California time, but don't trust the online sign. I'm not always around when it says I am.
+ I prefer 3rd over 1st, and plotting over winging, but I can do either. Just ask/specify!
+ I like the para/semi para length, but I usually just mirror. I don't novella, though, as much as I want to.
+ Keep ooc drama away from me. I will not tolerate it.
+ Separate ooc from ic. I am not my character, and my character is not me.
+ Don't facechase. I won't hesitate to block you for that.
+ Poke me after 3 days. At that point, I either forgot or got a little too busy.
+ Communication is key. If you don't want to rp with me anymore, just let me know. I'll do the same for you. I won't be offended.
+ If you're under 18, stay away from me with ual things. I don't with the law.
+ I prefer 3rd over 1st, and plotting over winging, but I can do either. Just ask/specify!
+ I like the para/semi para length, but I usually just mirror. I don't novella, though, as much as I want to.
+ Keep ooc drama away from me. I will not tolerate it.
+ Separate ooc from ic. I am not my character, and my character is not me.
+ Don't facechase. I won't hesitate to block you for that.
+ Poke me after 3 days. At that point, I either forgot or got a little too busy.
+ Communication is key. If you don't want to rp with me anymore, just let me know. I'll do the same for you. I won't be offended.
+ If you're under 18, stay away from me with ual things. I don't with the law.
Quis enim aut eum diligat quem metuat, aut eum a quo se metui putet? Coluntur tamen simulatione dumtaxat ad tempus. Quod si forte, ut fit plerumque, ceciderunt, tum intellegitur quam fuerint inopes amicorum. Quod Tarquinium dixisse ferunt, tum exsulantem se intellexisse quos fidos amicos habuisset, quos infidos, iam neutris gratiam referre posset.
00
MONTH
I gave you my heart.
❝ jungkook ❞
☰
21 years old
☰
wizard
☰
demiromantic
☰
single
☰
" nights with u "
►
my beloved
+
The Beginning
The woman yelled, screamed, and begged for help. She pleaded for mercy. But the man hovering over her had no mercy in his gaze. He had only one purpose, and that was to put an end to the woman, and the child that was his. He didn't want it. He didn't want the cursed child to run amuck the world. It would be a disaster.
But something stopped him. Perhaps it was the quiet cries, the soft begging of "please, please don't kill me. don't hurt him." Either way, he hesitated. All it took was one moment of hesitation, and he knew he couldn't go through with it. He loved this woman. He loved her. But he didn't intend to have a child. Perhaps this was fate playing a horrible, horrible prank on him.
The quiet murmurings began, and the woman's soft cries turned into sniffles before she fell silent entirely. Then, upon hearing what the man above her was murmuring, she went into a fit. She screamed, she raged. No! She didn't want to forget the man she loved, the curse that lay on her only son! She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks as she asked the man to stop. But all too soon, it was over. The spell was cast.
She opened her eyes. Why was she crying? Why was the bedroom window open? Shifting, she slowly climbed from bed to shut the window. In the distance, a man in a long dark trenchcoat was walking along the sidewalk, his head hanging. There was something oddly familiar about the figure, but she couldn't quite place it. Closing the window, and offering some soothing words to the unborn child growing in her womb, she crawled back into bed to go to sleep.
The man went through the people in his life that night, slowly wiping his existance from their memory. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't bear the weight that he was the father, the father who had been cursed, and whose child was cursed in return. He walked away that night, and never once did he return.
The Development
Jeon Jungkook was born into a rather wealthy family. Generations and generations of magic users lined up to him, the firstborn - and only - son to his mother and a father that was long gone before he was even born. His mother always claimed to not know who his father was, but Jungkook didn't buy it. Something about the situation seemed a little fishy to him. However, the firstborn son wasn't all his family hoped for. He was gifted in many ways: he learned how to fly on a child's broom easily, he picked up reading at a young age, and he was charismatic. However, there was something wrong. Despite how often he would chant the spells he learned, waved his little wand around, nothing seemed to work. Nothing ever happened.
Of course, this lead to his mother being worried. Was there something wrong with her child? Why wasn't he able to use the magic she knew he possessed? He came from a long line of successful magicians of all kinds. He should be able to do anything he wanted! Jungkook had no idea what his true potential was, what power rested just at his fingertips, except from what his mother had told him. With her urging, her begging, Jungkook agreed to meet a powerful mage to try and figure out what was wrong.
Jungkook was 13 years old, just tumbling into his teen years, when everything in his life changed. He began seeing the mage due to his mother's insistings, though perhaps it was the worst decision either of them had ever made. The man saw how weak Jungkook was in terms of magic, and yet how much potential the young boy had. He was easily manipulated from the young age. The mage taught him dark magic, how to manipulate others, and how be become powerful. By the time he was 15, Jungkook was finally getting somewhere. He could cast minor spells, he could perform minor magical tasks. But the mage wanted more.
The ceremony was simple enough. With enough power, time, and patience, the mage instilled great power within Jungkook. He granted the boy power he could hardly even imagine: power that he knew Jungkook could have. The mage knew that the boy was cursed. It was hard not to figure it out, considering his memory was never erased... Not that he knew the boy's father.
Jungkook became the mage's henchman by the mere age of 16. No one knew just how evil the mage was, or how evil Jungkook was going to become. Not even Jungkook himself.
The Result
Jungkook grew to be a rather coldhearted person. It wasn't on purpose, however. His mother was too smothering, cooing over every milestone he reached in his studies. His friends left him once they realized what was becoming of him. But could anyone really blame him? People who were close enough saw the evil that smoulders the light, kindhearted flamce in his eyes. They saw what the mage was doing to him. But Jungkook didn't. Everything that the mage taught him was all he ever knew. Besides, he owed everything to the mage. He taught him everything, he brought him magic. The mage owned Jungkook, in more ways than anyone knew.
The woman yelled, screamed, and begged for help. She pleaded for mercy. But the man hovering over her had no mercy in his gaze. He had only one purpose, and that was to put an end to the woman, and the child that was his. He didn't want it. He didn't want the cursed child to run amuck the world. It would be a disaster.
But something stopped him. Perhaps it was the quiet cries, the soft begging of "please, please don't kill me. don't hurt him." Either way, he hesitated. All it took was one moment of hesitation, and he knew he couldn't go through with it. He loved this woman. He loved her. But he didn't intend to have a child. Perhaps this was fate playing a horrible, horrible prank on him.
The quiet murmurings began, and the woman's soft cries turned into sniffles before she fell silent entirely. Then, upon hearing what the man above her was murmuring, she went into a fit. She screamed, she raged. No! She didn't want to forget the man she loved, the curse that lay on her only son! She closed her eyes, tears sliding down her cheeks as she asked the man to stop. But all too soon, it was over. The spell was cast.
She opened her eyes. Why was she crying? Why was the bedroom window open? Shifting, she slowly climbed from bed to shut the window. In the distance, a man in a long dark trenchcoat was walking along the sidewalk, his head hanging. There was something oddly familiar about the figure, but she couldn't quite place it. Closing the window, and offering some soothing words to the unborn child growing in her womb, she crawled back into bed to go to sleep.
The man went through the people in his life that night, slowly wiping his existance from their memory. He couldn't do it anymore. He couldn't bear the weight that he was the father, the father who had been cursed, and whose child was cursed in return. He walked away that night, and never once did he return.
The Development
Jeon Jungkook was born into a rather wealthy family. Generations and generations of magic users lined up to him, the firstborn - and only - son to his mother and a father that was long gone before he was even born. His mother always claimed to not know who his father was, but Jungkook didn't buy it. Something about the situation seemed a little fishy to him. However, the firstborn son wasn't all his family hoped for. He was gifted in many ways: he learned how to fly on a child's broom easily, he picked up reading at a young age, and he was charismatic. However, there was something wrong. Despite how often he would chant the spells he learned, waved his little wand around, nothing seemed to work. Nothing ever happened.
Of course, this lead to his mother being worried. Was there something wrong with her child? Why wasn't he able to use the magic she knew he possessed? He came from a long line of successful magicians of all kinds. He should be able to do anything he wanted! Jungkook had no idea what his true potential was, what power rested just at his fingertips, except from what his mother had told him. With her urging, her begging, Jungkook agreed to meet a powerful mage to try and figure out what was wrong.
Jungkook was 13 years old, just tumbling into his teen years, when everything in his life changed. He began seeing the mage due to his mother's insistings, though perhaps it was the worst decision either of them had ever made. The man saw how weak Jungkook was in terms of magic, and yet how much potential the young boy had. He was easily manipulated from the young age. The mage taught him dark magic, how to manipulate others, and how be become powerful. By the time he was 15, Jungkook was finally getting somewhere. He could cast minor spells, he could perform minor magical tasks. But the mage wanted more.
The ceremony was simple enough. With enough power, time, and patience, the mage instilled great power within Jungkook. He granted the boy power he could hardly even imagine: power that he knew Jungkook could have. The mage knew that the boy was cursed. It was hard not to figure it out, considering his memory was never erased... Not that he knew the boy's father.
Jungkook became the mage's henchman by the mere age of 16. No one knew just how evil the mage was, or how evil Jungkook was going to become. Not even Jungkook himself.
The Result
Jungkook grew to be a rather coldhearted person. It wasn't on purpose, however. His mother was too smothering, cooing over every milestone he reached in his studies. His friends left him once they realized what was becoming of him. But could anyone really blame him? People who were close enough saw the evil that smoulders the light, kindhearted flamce in his eyes. They saw what the mage was doing to him. But Jungkook didn't. Everything that the mage taught him was all he ever knew. Besides, he owed everything to the mage. He taught him everything, he brought him magic. The mage owned Jungkook, in more ways than anyone knew.