Jimin was just a normal child with a normal life, or at least that's what his parents had told him. He had lived in a small village on the countryside where everybody knew eachother. There were many children to play with so he was never lonely. Both of his parents were born lycans that met together at a young age. A few days after his fourteenth birthday something strange happened. As the full moon rose he had a strange feeling, one that he had never felt before. His head was pounding, his heartbeat sped up, all of his senses were on high alert, his ears painfully rang out, and his vision was beginning to blur. He fell onto the ground with a hard thud, it was only moments later that he began to wake up. As he opened his eyes he could feel his whole body in aching pain. He looked down noticing claws had grown out and his arms were covered with a thick, brown fur. A stream of curses came out of his mouth as he started scooching backwards in fear. His hands were shaky as he reached for a mirror afraid of what he would find if he looked. As he brought the mirror up to his face he almost fainted when he saw his reflection. He had turned into a creature that you would usually only read about in fairy tales. He was feeling so many things at this moment, but mostly alone and hurt that his parents had never told him anything. He locked himself in the bathroom crying until he fell asleep. When morning dawned he went straight to his parents demanding an explanation. His parents sat him down telling him everything that he needed to know and also that somethings he would have to find out on his own. As he grew he found that it'd be better off if he was alone, so he left the village wandering off to God knows where. Eventually he stumbled across another group of Lycans where they now live together in the underground. 

Park Jimin                                                    

October 13, 1679              

Lycan

Biual

Single

GMT-4