One would think being involved with magic easily resulted in a rather magical life, but his wasn't exactly magical. Namjoon was adopted, he was taken in by his aunt after his parents died in a car accident, at least thats what they fed Namjoon at the age of five before taking him away from his parents house to their own, in another counter, and after all, his parents easily became a topic too forgotten to be talked about. Magical behavior was a trait of the family. His aunt's husband was a warlock and his own aunt a mage alike his own mother, and so was Namjoon himself, so to say Namjoon saw sparkly, cute bed night stories every night would be he understatement of the history, he got a lot more.  

But it was at the latest night of his 18th birthday when the bad guy from faily tale's of his childhood's bedtime stories became the cruel reality he had to face. The 'accident' he was fed as a child was a bitter truth of his mother's involvement in black magic, with a big bite that was to haunt their generation after generation as a price to pay only because the woman could not do what was expected of her in exchange of her use of the black magic. After all, there was always a price to pay and his mother chose to run away instead. He wondered whether he should hate his mother or be pleased that he barely held any memory of a woman who seemed to own beauty back in the day, the reason why his father had fallen for the said woman. The dark, thats what he was called, and the price? something precious. His mother was said to bring the man a stone as yellow as the sun,  as healing as the living nature of the world and as black and the man's very soul, but the woman had been selfish. upon finding the stone, she consumed its power and ran, and then came the consequences that led to her death and destroyed both the rock and its power leaving a man with anger oozing out of him. 

There were two things he could do, pay the price for the mother that never been a 'mother' for him, or start running and dying at some point and probably moving this curse to the next person in the family. Well, it was nothing much, just an eye...better than a leg or a hand after all. It was quite the painful experience but well, better cut the black magic off of his life if one eye was the price. The experience was enough to have him hold happiness over not knowing the woman he had to call his mother, well not anymore. He was glad she was dead so he could openly hate her all he wanted. He was simply lucky the Dark decided to have enough mercy to just take one, or else his world would have been as black as the man himself and his right vision, which held a nasty bruise hidden beneath the eyepatch he usually carried, which resulted in him getting kicked out of his last job in a kindergarten. Of course, no one liked a scary looking guy with a tall, big figure that looked like he was every halloween's worst nightmare- well, he kinda was appearance wise. He never returned to his remaining family, for more reasons than one. The bitterness he carried prevented him, along with the fact that if his aunt has told him sooner, he did not have to suffer this faith, to say he started to completely despise his family was nothing bit the truth about his feelings. 

Namjoon is quite the clumsy man, the only thing he doesn't make a mess of is magic. The only thing that grounds him and gives him some sense of control over his life that seemed to never be his. He works in a bird shop, he himself owns a white owl that tends to bite everyone who comes near it and has an interest on sitting on the man's head, he is glad he had not done any pooping on his hair yet cause the last thing he needs is wiping poop out of his hair. His store is quite bigm filled with large cages of birds which he usually leaves open, letting the colorful wings spread and fly around once in a while before the night time falls and the magic crowds around the little feathery creatures to lull them into their sweet dreams, the only time the black cloth hiding his scar comes off of his face.


He reads, odd books that may belong to kids section, but he just has a brain for fantasy, stories that may be too simple for a adult's mind. But his dull life needs a simple joy ride. The first thing one may notice upon entering his house is the large glass door of the terrace with too many plants in pots to count in one hand. His magic swirls around life, cause he knows death tends to swirl around his own head. well, he already has one eye out- he, for some reason, doesn't want his other eye to close to this world just yet even if motivation sometimes lose itself in the wind, and soul control slips out of his hands like shaky golden sparkles of magic, a sparkle matching of no skin, no color and no one, at least till now. Sometimes when the the dark iris sheds like waterfall, the golden sparkles trail out from the tips of his hands like small starts on the black of the night which is only seen shinning in the dark of his room, where his only company is his magic, swirling around with the plants almost whispering sweetness in his ear, and sometimes, only sometimes when he is about to fall sleep, he hears them but he blames it on his creative imagination that sees things a little bit more magical than they seem. 

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