Description
mizudori.
kang seulgi
—☆ monster lives forever
about me ✕
Let me tell you a story...
I was once a human girl, a peasant, born from 1528, and I was once named Sofia. Long ago people from higher class always disgusted and discriminated lower class like me. I was a bullied many times by the kids who thought they can buy everything just because they are rich. I grew up as one of the war orphans, children that losts their parents because of the war that I cannot explain as they only fight when night falls. A maid took me in when I stole a food from her, because I was starving and thirsty, yet instead of hitting me with any thing she has (because when other people seen me stealing they kick me out of the market), she told me that stealing is a bad thing and I had to be honest all the time. When she took me in, she gave me new clothes I wear and throw away my ragged ones, she fed me with hot and cooked foods, she's like a mother to me. I almost call her my mother for how caring she is towards me and not letting me get harmed by other people whenever my itchy hands starts to grab something. "You must have an integrity, Sofia. I'm not always here whenever you get in trouble." She once told me, because I was a troublemaker when I was only fifteen years of age. She really reminds me of my mother, but I barely even remember her face now...
My adopted mother was working as a waitress at the town tavern and I was always inside the counter with her brother who is working as a bartender. I got curious on how her brother do the juggling of bottles and mixing other beverages to have the perfect concoction of the customer's drink. I asked him how he did that and he told me that it takes years to perfected it, and he was willing to teach me about it which I agreed. He invited me inside his house and I saw his three little kids who are playing hide-and-seek, he called them Three Little Pigs which stands for Tristan, the eldest; Lilly, the second; and Peggy, the youngest. It's funny how he had the audacity to call his own children with that names and come up with a funny group name.
He showed me how he sort out the drinks first, he gave me three wooden bottles, all for juggling practices. At first, I failed and I was just about to learn it. It took me six months to master the juggling and a year to perfect the swift bartending skills coming from him. At my twentieth, I start to work at the tavern whenever he was spending time with his family and also to help my adopted mother for cleaning the tavern. My life was at peace and I thought I was living the best of my life. But the gods won't let me last with that happy life.
That stormy night, me and my mother were sleeping despite how rainy and windy outside was. She falls asleep fast while I had my hard time sleeping because I am a light sleeper. I was on my bed, writing my diary on how my day was going. Then I heard a loud thud, I quickly look at the direction where it came from, it came from my mother's room. I slowly put down my quill and diary before I get up from my bed, I called out my mother's name but there was no response. I was in front of her door and was going to open the door when I heard a growl and knawing sound from inside. I slowly peeked inside yet I quickly stepped back, in a glimpse, I saw a humongous beast. Eating my mother in her bed. My heart starts pumping so fast. I was scared. By the looks of that beast, it gave me fear of my life. I couldn't speak, scream or move. I was on my verge of death, and death is waving at me.
When I got my little courage to move, I walked to the kitchen to get a knife and my adrenaline starts to rush within my veins as I ran towards the room. That moment, my mind was blinded by rage and fear. I could feel my voice screaming and thrashing the knife yet I stopped when the beast gets its sharp claws through my skin, last I saw myself coughing blood before the world turns black...
When I woke up the same night, gasping as I sat up. A group of pale looking men, stares at me without remorse, as if they brought me back to life (yes, literally). I looked up at them before I stand up, asking what happened to me. They told me that I died and the reality hit me...
The beast killed my only family, and I was turned into another monster called vampyre. They told me they had apprehended the beast and told me that I had to keep myself away from daylight now. Drink blood is the only essential thing for us. Everything changed. I didn't get to say goodbye to my mother's brother, who also taught me things that I should do when I am on my own. Now that I became the same monster as the beast that killed my adopted mother, I had to serve them and do what they told us. I had no choice but to live within the shadows of of the earth. As a death dealer, I must do what they say. The only thing I cannot do is to kill a human, because what I did the last time was an accident. I will never use these pair of fangs to bite a human ever again, I would rather bite a vampyre or a werewolf for blood. I will only reflect myself the night that happened, still denying the fact that I am now the monster that people fear the most.
At the fall of 1700s, I decided to live on my own. Yet during those years, I changed my name, my residency, my status, and my personality. I once named Maria dela Sierre, Olivia Fritz, Catherine Hoover, Xingyue, and many names whenever I stayed from one place to another. I cannot stay in one place for a decade or people might suspect me. But when I sailed to Asia by the time of 1945, the second World War has stopped and I lived with my sire in a city. There I permanently named myself as Kang Seulgi, a war orphan. With that name I had forgotten my real one, I had forgotten the former shell of this body. Who is Sofia anyway?
I was once a human girl, a peasant, born from 1528, and I was once named Sofia. Long ago people from higher class always disgusted and discriminated lower class like me. I was a bullied many times by the kids who thought they can buy everything just because they are rich. I grew up as one of the war orphans, children that losts their parents because of the war that I cannot explain as they only fight when night falls. A maid took me in when I stole a food from her, because I was starving and thirsty, yet instead of hitting me with any thing she has (because when other people seen me stealing they kick me out of the market), she told me that stealing is a bad thing and I had to be honest all the time. When she took me in, she gave me new clothes I wear and throw away my ragged ones, she fed me with hot and cooked foods, she's like a mother to me. I almost call her my mother for how caring she is towards me and not letting me get harmed by other people whenever my itchy hands starts to grab something. "You must have an integrity, Sofia. I'm not always here whenever you get in trouble." She once told me, because I was a troublemaker when I was only fifteen years of age. She really reminds me of my mother, but I barely even remember her face now...
My adopted mother was working as a waitress at the town tavern and I was always inside the counter with her brother who is working as a bartender. I got curious on how her brother do the juggling of bottles and mixing other beverages to have the perfect concoction of the customer's drink. I asked him how he did that and he told me that it takes years to perfected it, and he was willing to teach me about it which I agreed. He invited me inside his house and I saw his three little kids who are playing hide-and-seek, he called them Three Little Pigs which stands for Tristan, the eldest; Lilly, the second; and Peggy, the youngest. It's funny how he had the audacity to call his own children with that names and come up with a funny group name.
He showed me how he sort out the drinks first, he gave me three wooden bottles, all for juggling practices. At first, I failed and I was just about to learn it. It took me six months to master the juggling and a year to perfect the swift bartending skills coming from him. At my twentieth, I start to work at the tavern whenever he was spending time with his family and also to help my adopted mother for cleaning the tavern. My life was at peace and I thought I was living the best of my life. But the gods won't let me last with that happy life.
That stormy night, me and my mother were sleeping despite how rainy and windy outside was. She falls asleep fast while I had my hard time sleeping because I am a light sleeper. I was on my bed, writing my diary on how my day was going. Then I heard a loud thud, I quickly look at the direction where it came from, it came from my mother's room. I slowly put down my quill and diary before I get up from my bed, I called out my mother's name but there was no response. I was in front of her door and was going to open the door when I heard a growl and knawing sound from inside. I slowly peeked inside yet I quickly stepped back, in a glimpse, I saw a humongous beast. Eating my mother in her bed. My heart starts pumping so fast. I was scared. By the looks of that beast, it gave me fear of my life. I couldn't speak, scream or move. I was on my verge of death, and death is waving at me.
When I got my little courage to move, I walked to the kitchen to get a knife and my adrenaline starts to rush within my veins as I ran towards the room. That moment, my mind was blinded by rage and fear. I could feel my voice screaming and thrashing the knife yet I stopped when the beast gets its sharp claws through my skin, last I saw myself coughing blood before the world turns black...
When I woke up the same night, gasping as I sat up. A group of pale looking men, stares at me without remorse, as if they brought me back to life (yes, literally). I looked up at them before I stand up, asking what happened to me. They told me that I died and the reality hit me...
The beast killed my only family, and I was turned into another monster called vampyre. They told me they had apprehended the beast and told me that I had to keep myself away from daylight now. Drink blood is the only essential thing for us. Everything changed. I didn't get to say goodbye to my mother's brother, who also taught me things that I should do when I am on my own. Now that I became the same monster as the beast that killed my adopted mother, I had to serve them and do what they told us. I had no choice but to live within the shadows of of the earth. As a death dealer, I must do what they say. The only thing I cannot do is to kill a human, because what I did the last time was an accident. I will never use these pair of fangs to bite a human ever again, I would rather bite a vampyre or a werewolf for blood. I will only reflect myself the night that happened, still denying the fact that I am now the monster that people fear the most.
At the fall of 1700s, I decided to live on my own. Yet during those years, I changed my name, my residency, my status, and my personality. I once named Maria dela Sierre, Olivia Fritz, Catherine Hoover, Xingyue, and many names whenever I stayed from one place to another. I cannot stay in one place for a decade or people might suspect me. But when I sailed to Asia by the time of 1945, the second World War has stopped and I lived with my sire in a city. There I permanently named myself as Kang Seulgi, a war orphan. With that name I had forgotten my real one, I had forgotten the former shell of this body. Who is Sofia anyway?
✕ personality
Seulgi was once a confident and passionate woman, she was dedicated to work as an assistant bartender from the town tavern. But after her adopted mother's death and her untimely turning into a vampyre, Seulgi grew aloof, bitter and distant. She doesn't like people evading her personal space and often working alone in her killing contracts by her sire. No matter how quiet Seulgi is, she doesn't do works that includes humans on the list and often upsetting her sire because of her stubborness of not involving herself to kill humans. Unknown to other vampires, except her sire, that she has identity crisis in which she had forgotten her real name, and her memories from where she was born got mixed up by the memories of her temporary persona as time goes by.
She used to have a black silky hair but now she dyed it with bright red to make herself unique amongst the death dealers. Some of them called her the "Rouge", because of her appearance. She wears black and burgundy jumpsuit, matching her custom hooded PU burgundy coat.
She used to have a black silky hair but now she dyed it with bright red to make herself unique amongst the death dealers. Some of them called her the "Rouge", because of her appearance. She wears black and burgundy jumpsuit, matching her custom hooded PU burgundy coat.
Abilities ✕
As a death dealer and a vampire, she has the ability to manipulate objects with her mind, without moving a muscle. But she can only manipulate anything when she sees it, however, her gift would be uncontrollable when she bursted out her emotions by an unfortunate event. It took her a decade to control her telekinesis as she never used her gift that time. Her sire trained her abilities and perfected her telekinetic ability by using only her mind to move things around.
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