trigger warning: jun's info contains scenes that are rated and morbid. it also includes cannibalism, reader discretion is advised.

rule one: please inform me if you no longer have muse for our rp thread or if you will recently be busy so i would be informed.

rule two: i am different from my muse. if my muse acts rude or uncontrollable then that's because of our plot that we planned out.

rule three: poke me after a week if i haven't replied to you unless i said something before hand about my activities. i can be busy a lot so you'll understand that.

rule four: please have an idea in mind if we plot. i don't mind winging but i feel more at ease if we plot.

literary style: i do 3rd pov and literate. for the length of the threads i do 3-4 paragraph's or mirror my rp partner's length of replying to me.

genre: i am open for romance, drama, angst, gore (if you are interested)

trigger warning: jun's info contains scenes that are rated and morbid. it also includes cannibalism, reader discretion is advised.

he was once a famous painter and sculptor, an epitome of original and chromatic artistry from shenzhen, china.

he has sold many canvases and sculptures that a couple was even featured in museums. his name was known in the art world as junhui, moon junhui. a person who created art using shells, paint, and dried out leaves to make new art pieces that are one of a kind. he would create different art through recycled materials, making it reborn into something creative and enticing for his audience to see. he is considered unique and eco-friendly to the environment when it comes to creating his artworks, sharing his ideas, and burning passion for the world. it was his dream ever since he was a child to showcase a new and beautiful creation out of his own hands. a fresh idea or to recreate an item that was once forgotten into art.

by the time he turned 25, he migrated to south korea opting to take a rest and relax for a change in a new environment that is unknown to him. what he wasn't aware of is in this new year, the outbreak had started. the craving for flesh was too hard to ignore for the artist. he wanted to consume the flesh, take its remains and create something new to be seen towards his eye. a new creation using the shade of red had intrigued junto the slightest making different artworks and canvases out of the same color. it brought a new and distinctive piece of art that no one knew but himself. it was beautiful and imaginative that no one has ever done before.

it felt so ethereal to him using the remains of corpses making them reborn into a new sculpture of design. the use of flesh and blood piqued his interest, utilizing these brand new materials into a work of art that was forbidden to see. it was alluring— it was terrifying.

he was infected.

he learned to care less if he was infected or not. these new possibilities of creating new art to be seen by his very two eyes had grown into him as a habit to keep himself sane. once he runs out of his materials he can keep himself at bay for at least 3 days until he would be bound to kill someone, take 5% of their flesh as his sustenance and the rest for his art pieces that he dared not to show anyone. he never had contacted his family about his new activities. he knew it would scare them. it was for the best to maintain an optimistic approach to this new environment.

with a smile.

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puff, jun's feline pet during the duration of the pandemic was his only companion that he could ever hope for. puff never got him bored until one day it left his apartment. upon searching, he was met by someone whom he once heard over the radio.

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