Description
swear not by
the moon.
the moon.
a character by beidou.
activity
muse.
inspiration
profile
about
full name
Moon Yeonwol.
date of birth
October 4, 1995.
zodiac sign
Libra.
occupation
Musician - Keyboardist of the band, Ozone Layer.
orientation
Demiromantic Biual.
love interest
None at the moment.
current status
Single.
sns handles
@stellanova (official ig & twt)
@crescent_moon (priv ig)
@swearbyme (priv twt)
@crescent_moon (priv ig)
@swearbyme (priv twt)
appearance
faceclaim
SEVENTEEN Jeonghan.
height
178cm.
weight
61kg.
hair color
Black (natural)
Blonde (dyed)
Brown (dyed)
Blonde (dyed)
Brown (dyed)
eye color
Dark brown.
piercings
Outer conch, single lobe (left), single lobe (right).
tattoos
the words AD INFINITUM in his inner left wrist.
scars
A small scar on the left eyebrow.
chapter one
H
aving been born into a rather lively and rowdy household, Yeonwol grew up the same: too energetic, too rowdy. His father, Moon Dohyun, was a literature professor and his mother, Kang Nayoung was a wedding planner. The Moon family belonged to the middle class spectrum, and Yeonwol was the second eldest son, with an older brother (Taeyang), an older sister (Hana), and another younger sister (Byeol). Though close with his siblings ― closest with Hana compared to the rest of them, Yeonwol was often left behind the shadows of his overachieving siblings, being the sole child who hadn’t cared much for academics as much as they did. Unlike them, he had been born dyslexic, and he had little to no interest in academic achievements, which had often put him at odds with his parents and their relatives.
T’was felt normal to Yeonwol, who had often watched the world as though he wasn’t a part of it. He would often get lost in his own world, and sometimes quite literally lost in the streets, for he had never been one for directions.
[ tw: bullying, misgendering, homophobia (?) ]
In school, he wasn’t always loved either and failed to find a sense of comfort or security even at home. People had called him different; kids his age teased and bullied him for being feminine, soft-spoken and crying all too easily. It didn’t help that he was dyslexic ― focusing on class became harder, more of a chore than something natural, but he was too aware of the whispers of both the boys who hated his femininity and the girls who envied him to even try harder at his academic performance.
The names that they would loudly call him were things that engraved themselves in his mind, as much as he tried to push them away: he must have been a girl to be that feminine, must have been a girl to look as pretty as one, must be gay since he was technically a girl anyway.
So he would spend his days alone, snacking on his sweets, wandering to places where his feet would take him. It was because of this tendency that he usually found himself lost in the city, and would often find himself calling his older sister, Hana to pick him up. (And while it was a hassle at times, Hana had never scolded Yeonwol for getting lost, for going to places where he wanted to go. Yeonwol never truly did understand why, but he loved her for it.)
[ tw: ia ]
At 2008, Yeonwol found himself in a rather complicated “relationship” with an older lady. He was thirteen and unaware, pure as some would call him. Kim Ahyoung was his teacher in his music class, and with his growing curiosity and interest in music, it wasn’t much of a surprise to find that he would be found staying behind after school, even when the risk of him getting lost at night was far higher than it would be in the mornings. But he had wanted to stay behind, had preferred so, because unlike his parents, Ahyoung was proud of him and praised him for having so much potential for becoming a musician.
So like a fool, like the love-deprived child that he was, Yeonwol fell in love hard (if this could even be called love, really). Ahyoung had apparently felt the same, though they had never gone on dates outside the music room. But she would kiss him, touch him like how Yeonwol would see in the movies, so surely, there was something between them, right?
Time passed by too quickly, and in all that time, he had grown the desire of pleasing her, seeking her approval, her praises. When she told him to stop hanging out with his classmates, he did it without question, because “They only hurt you anyway. You don’t have to hang out with big bad bullies like them.”
A year later, Yeonwol’s parents finally found out about Ahyoung. It was an accident ― Dohyun and Nayoung had decided to pick him from school for a spontaneous family dinner. When they had arrived at the music room, however, what greeted them was the teacher and student in a rather compromising position.
This was the end of their “relationship,” with Dohyun threatening to press charges against Ahyoung if she didn’t stay away from his son.
Ahyoung had left so easily in Yeonwol’s eyes that it devastated him. When she left, he soon realized that he had nothing else ― no friends to talk to (not that he had any in the first place, which was truly ing pitiful in his oppinion), a family that wouldn’t look at him without treating him as though he was fragile (even more pitiful).
After that, Yeonwol was transferred to another school. He was to start another life there apparently, as what his parents had told him to do. But how was the question. Unlike his previous classmates, the kids in his class had warmed up to him rather easily ― but his heart had refused to trust his own peers. (At fourteen, his heart was already too broken, his father would claim in an argument with his mother one night when they thought Yeonwol wouldn’t hear; Yeonwol was broken.)
Instead of treating his peers as his friends, he developed a manipulative streak ― highly influenced by Ahyoung, who had still lingered in the back of his mind, whispering when his guards were too let down. He began treating life like a game that he had to win, and for him to win, he had to be in control at all times. He had to be at the advantage. He had to be two steps ahead, always.
So when Yeonwol met his first lover after Ahyoung at age seventeen, in the summer before the start of a new academic year, he had become his worst version yet. He controlled every little action his lover had, became what Ahyoung was to him, to his lover. But they had loved him the way Yeonwol had “loved” Ahyoung, in a desperate way that would only destroy them both. They looked at Yeonwol like he was their everything, and it filled Yeonwol’s heart with so much guilt he ended what they had a week before summer ended.
By the time summer ended, Moon Yeonwol had completely changed. From the soft-spoken, timid child, he became assertive and confident. The mask of a cheerful, friendly likeable guy was one that was far too easy to wear, while he held everyone else at arm’s length, observing, watching, controlling. Like this, no one would get hurt. He was doing nothing. He was merely suggesting. If they decided to do what he wanted… then that was their fault now, wasn’t it?
Upon reaching college, Yeonwol decided to take music, despite his parents saying otherwise. After all, why would he take something that would remind him so vividly of the woman that had ruined him so much? But he had wanted to make it his own, not Ahyoung's. He wanted to make music his own memory, just something that he could call his.
So he started performing on small concerts with different sets of teams, playing any instrument given to him (though his personal favorite was the keyboard, most people preferred to fill the guitar lineup unfortunately). He met people, broke too many hearts along the way, wandering almost aimlessly through life with only music to fill him up.
When Eunsang, a friend of his (one that Yeonwol had never thought would end up becoming his friend), invited Yeonwol to make a band for a talent show last 2015, he said yes, because he didn't have a team of his own, didn't have his people, so to speak.
But after having gone viral, the team decided to be somewhat of a permanent band and had gone through gigs ― it was the, say, the first time Yeonwol had ever had people he could call his.
As luck would have it, they were scouted by a company. His parents had been so against it ― and it felt as though no matter how successful Yeonwol had been as a musician, all they could see was the broken boy that Ahyoung had left behind so many years ago. He hated it, hated the fact that Ahyoung had so much power over his life, even as he tried to make music his.
So even if his parents had been against it, Yeonwol decided that it was time he chose something for himself and embrace it. He accepted the offer and never looked back, dropped out of college in order to focus on his career as a musician.
He became Nova of the band, Ozone Layer, its charming and elegant keyboardist (or so his image said).
And whether or not he still had a home to come back to if there ever came the time for everything he held so tightly in his hands to come crashing down, Yeonwol would only worry about it then.
For now, his home remained with the band ― as messy as it was.
T’was felt normal to Yeonwol, who had often watched the world as though he wasn’t a part of it. He would often get lost in his own world, and sometimes quite literally lost in the streets, for he had never been one for directions.
[ tw: bullying, misgendering, homophobia (?) ]
In school, he wasn’t always loved either and failed to find a sense of comfort or security even at home. People had called him different; kids his age teased and bullied him for being feminine, soft-spoken and crying all too easily. It didn’t help that he was dyslexic ― focusing on class became harder, more of a chore than something natural, but he was too aware of the whispers of both the boys who hated his femininity and the girls who envied him to even try harder at his academic performance.
The names that they would loudly call him were things that engraved themselves in his mind, as much as he tried to push them away: he must have been a girl to be that feminine, must have been a girl to look as pretty as one, must be gay since he was technically a girl anyway.
So he would spend his days alone, snacking on his sweets, wandering to places where his feet would take him. It was because of this tendency that he usually found himself lost in the city, and would often find himself calling his older sister, Hana to pick him up. (And while it was a hassle at times, Hana had never scolded Yeonwol for getting lost, for going to places where he wanted to go. Yeonwol never truly did understand why, but he loved her for it.)
[ tw: ia ]
At 2008, Yeonwol found himself in a rather complicated “relationship” with an older lady. He was thirteen and unaware, pure as some would call him. Kim Ahyoung was his teacher in his music class, and with his growing curiosity and interest in music, it wasn’t much of a surprise to find that he would be found staying behind after school, even when the risk of him getting lost at night was far higher than it would be in the mornings. But he had wanted to stay behind, had preferred so, because unlike his parents, Ahyoung was proud of him and praised him for having so much potential for becoming a musician.
So like a fool, like the love-deprived child that he was, Yeonwol fell in love hard (if this could even be called love, really). Ahyoung had apparently felt the same, though they had never gone on dates outside the music room. But she would kiss him, touch him like how Yeonwol would see in the movies, so surely, there was something between them, right?
Time passed by too quickly, and in all that time, he had grown the desire of pleasing her, seeking her approval, her praises. When she told him to stop hanging out with his classmates, he did it without question, because “They only hurt you anyway. You don’t have to hang out with big bad bullies like them.”
A year later, Yeonwol’s parents finally found out about Ahyoung. It was an accident ― Dohyun and Nayoung had decided to pick him from school for a spontaneous family dinner. When they had arrived at the music room, however, what greeted them was the teacher and student in a rather compromising position.
This was the end of their “relationship,” with Dohyun threatening to press charges against Ahyoung if she didn’t stay away from his son.
Ahyoung had left so easily in Yeonwol’s eyes that it devastated him. When she left, he soon realized that he had nothing else ― no friends to talk to (not that he had any in the first place, which was truly ing pitiful in his oppinion), a family that wouldn’t look at him without treating him as though he was fragile (even more pitiful).
After that, Yeonwol was transferred to another school. He was to start another life there apparently, as what his parents had told him to do. But how was the question. Unlike his previous classmates, the kids in his class had warmed up to him rather easily ― but his heart had refused to trust his own peers. (At fourteen, his heart was already too broken, his father would claim in an argument with his mother one night when they thought Yeonwol wouldn’t hear; Yeonwol was broken.)
Instead of treating his peers as his friends, he developed a manipulative streak ― highly influenced by Ahyoung, who had still lingered in the back of his mind, whispering when his guards were too let down. He began treating life like a game that he had to win, and for him to win, he had to be in control at all times. He had to be at the advantage. He had to be two steps ahead, always.
So when Yeonwol met his first lover after Ahyoung at age seventeen, in the summer before the start of a new academic year, he had become his worst version yet. He controlled every little action his lover had, became what Ahyoung was to him, to his lover. But they had loved him the way Yeonwol had “loved” Ahyoung, in a desperate way that would only destroy them both. They looked at Yeonwol like he was their everything, and it filled Yeonwol’s heart with so much guilt he ended what they had a week before summer ended.
By the time summer ended, Moon Yeonwol had completely changed. From the soft-spoken, timid child, he became assertive and confident. The mask of a cheerful, friendly likeable guy was one that was far too easy to wear, while he held everyone else at arm’s length, observing, watching, controlling. Like this, no one would get hurt. He was doing nothing. He was merely suggesting. If they decided to do what he wanted… then that was their fault now, wasn’t it?
Upon reaching college, Yeonwol decided to take music, despite his parents saying otherwise. After all, why would he take something that would remind him so vividly of the woman that had ruined him so much? But he had wanted to make it his own, not Ahyoung's. He wanted to make music his own memory, just something that he could call his.
So he started performing on small concerts with different sets of teams, playing any instrument given to him (though his personal favorite was the keyboard, most people preferred to fill the guitar lineup unfortunately). He met people, broke too many hearts along the way, wandering almost aimlessly through life with only music to fill him up.
When Eunsang, a friend of his (one that Yeonwol had never thought would end up becoming his friend), invited Yeonwol to make a band for a talent show last 2015, he said yes, because he didn't have a team of his own, didn't have his people, so to speak.
But after having gone viral, the team decided to be somewhat of a permanent band and had gone through gigs ― it was the, say, the first time Yeonwol had ever had people he could call his.
As luck would have it, they were scouted by a company. His parents had been so against it ― and it felt as though no matter how successful Yeonwol had been as a musician, all they could see was the broken boy that Ahyoung had left behind so many years ago. He hated it, hated the fact that Ahyoung had so much power over his life, even as he tried to make music his.
So even if his parents had been against it, Yeonwol decided that it was time he chose something for himself and embrace it. He accepted the offer and never looked back, dropped out of college in order to focus on his career as a musician.
He became Nova of the band, Ozone Layer, its charming and elegant keyboardist (or so his image said).
And whether or not he still had a home to come back to if there ever came the time for everything he held so tightly in his hands to come crashing down, Yeonwol would only worry about it then.
For now, his home remained with the band ― as messy as it was.
now playing
新世界
Hello Sleepwalkers
chapter two
summary
Moon Yeonwol is street smart more than he's a booksmart, though he has never tried hard enough in his academics to say anything. He has a way with words that comes from both his father’s love for literature and his observation from humans. His knowledge about emotions and perceptive nature come in handy in the way he makes use of it to get the result he demands. Most times he knows the right words to say to get what he wants, knows how to nudge others to the direction he wants them to go. Lying then, comes as easily as breathing does to him. If he needs to lie to get something, then he’ll do it without hesitation.
His wits are sharp and quick. He’s also incredibly stubborn and strong-willed, never one to back down unless he finds a benefit from that for him. He holds firmly onto his beliefs. A troublemaker through and through, he doesn’t hesitate to disobey the law if he finds it unreasonable. He is very confident in most things he does, tries to hide his insecurities behind a wall of feigned assurance, and can be downright shameless sometimes.
His wits are sharp and quick. He’s also incredibly stubborn and strong-willed, never one to back down unless he finds a benefit from that for him. He holds firmly onto his beliefs. A troublemaker through and through, he doesn’t hesitate to disobey the law if he finds it unreasonable. He is very confident in most things he does, tries to hide his insecurities behind a wall of feigned assurance, and can be downright shameless sometimes.
likes
music — cold weather — oversized tops — fashion — dressing up — novels & comics — winter — art / art exhibits — free time (lots of it) — sweet & cold drinks — thunderstorms — photography — cats — stuffed toys — late night talks — stargazing — snacks — poetry — being in control.
dislikes
too much heat — sweating — broken promises — stress — loneliness — being micromanaged — badly written fiction — anything bitter to the taste — traditions.
hobbies
playing instruments — songwriting — listening to music — dressing up, styling his own outfits — reading novels & comics — cooking — finding new things to do in general.
fears
heights — ghosts and clowns.
quirks
he’s very affectionate and touchy around people he’s comfortable with — knows how to sew — bad, bad sense of direction — he tends to touch his lips when he lies — he has rather quiet footsteps, which is why he has to hum sometimes for people to know he’s there — he always carries a bag of sweets with him, and when he’s alone, he can be found having a lollipop in his mouth. A lollipop is also the only way to shut him up — He’s dyslexic — He can play the piano, guitar and a little bit of drums.
bad habits
haggling — clicking his tongue when annoyed — having too many interests and never settling for one — the type to throw the first punch and be the first to run away when things get chaotic — drinking past his limits — dancing in the rain but gets sick easily afterwards — stress-eating.
wants
Would like to have a romantic wedding.
chapter three
important
Try to have something in mind and read my profile before actually talking to me about roleplaying. I am open to brainstorming, but please do not come to me completely empty-handed. Reading my profile is important..
writing
3rd pov only. My length ranges from a single paragraph to a whole novella, depending on how high my muse is for the thread. I do get carried away often times, but it doesn't have to be mirrored.
plotting
I prefer plotting over winging, even if it's just a small backbone of what we're supposed to be doing. This is why you should read my profile first and come to me with an idea in mind. I often do the same.
Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.
Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.
activity
I rarely ever poke people, and do not like being poked. 10 days. Please only poke me after 10 days. I usually know who I'm writing with, and if I haven't replied to you yet, that means either of the two things: a. I don't have enough muse for it yet, and; b. I'm busy. Often times, it's a mixture of both. Please don't use my replying to other threads faster than yours against me. It's a simple matter of which of the threads I have more muse with.
reply speed
I'm usually fast with my replies, sometimes regardless of the length. But again, it depends on the muse. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.
locations
I definitely prefer the rooms to keep the rp active! If it's not possible to get a room for it, then walls we go! My PMs are only for OOC business. Please don't post on my walls unless I allow you to.
mimosa.
+ available
❝ you will always be fond of me, i know, for i represent to you all the sins you can never commit. i represent to you a lie that will never be truth. ❜
❝ moon yeonwol is beautiful. that is something that no one can deny. it is for this very beauty that he managed to catch your eye — you, who is looking for a muse to rekindle the flames of your passion for art. it is for this very beauty that draws you to them. and yeonwol allows you to paint him. yeonwol allows you to breathe life onto his empty soul. the two of you inevitably become closer, you beginning to feel as if there's something more, more concrete there — however yeonwol believes that you only want him for his face, for beauty. but there is so much more to that, isn't there?
❝ moon yeonwol is beautiful. that is something that no one can deny. it is for this very beauty that he managed to catch your eye — you, who is looking for a muse to rekindle the flames of your passion for art. it is for this very beauty that draws you to them. and yeonwol allows you to paint him. yeonwol allows you to breathe life onto his empty soul. the two of you inevitably become closer, you beginning to feel as if there's something more, more concrete there — however yeonwol believes that you only want him for his face, for beauty. but there is so much more to that, isn't there?
cyclamen.
+ available
❝ listen to my woes and i'll listen to your sorrows. i'm tired of talking to the wall and listening to silence. ❜
❝ you are closest to yeonwol outside of the band, even if the two of you rarely admit so. the two of you are so similar in such an aching fashion ("you know we could have been twins." "that'd be so much worse."), that people often believe you wouldn't get along ― in the eyes of the public, you don't, but in the privacy of your own little world, you know there is no one else in this world that would understand you better than each other because of how similar you two are.
❝ you are closest to yeonwol outside of the band, even if the two of you rarely admit so. the two of you are so similar in such an aching fashion ("you know we could have been twins." "that'd be so much worse."), that people often believe you wouldn't get along ― in the eyes of the public, you don't, but in the privacy of your own little world, you know there is no one else in this world that would understand you better than each other because of how similar you two are.
adonis.
+ taken by yoon sanghoon
❝ what did we lose, and what was lost in us? if there was no love, then what did we lose? ❜
❝ you two used to be lovers. it felt something out of a romantic novel, really. yeonwol hides his vices really well — until long into your relationship you begin to see the things yeonwol hides under his words and pretty face. with his insecurities and his fear of commitments, it soon shows just how much he still doesn't have these under control. getting jealous over the smallest of things, snapping for no good reason at all, you feel suffocated. you were his muse as much as he was yours, but with how your relationship turned out, love felt more and more like a heavy burden. you were the one who ended your relationship, which played right into yeonwol's fears. and now, more than ever, he's back again to his unhealthy coping mechanisms.
❝ you two used to be lovers. it felt something out of a romantic novel, really. yeonwol hides his vices really well — until long into your relationship you begin to see the things yeonwol hides under his words and pretty face. with his insecurities and his fear of commitments, it soon shows just how much he still doesn't have these under control. getting jealous over the smallest of things, snapping for no good reason at all, you feel suffocated. you were his muse as much as he was yours, but with how your relationship turned out, love felt more and more like a heavy burden. you were the one who ended your relationship, which played right into yeonwol's fears. and now, more than ever, he's back again to his unhealthy coping mechanisms.
jonquil.
+ available
❝ let me feel the world and its life through your warmth against my body and your kisses upon my skin. ❜
❝ when yeonwol dated you years ago, he had become his worst version yet. he became like the very person that had first broken his heart, broken his everything — he controlled your every movement, became what ahyoung to him was to you, but you loved yeonwol the way he loved ahyoung. it was toxic, there was no saying against it. you loved yeonwol in a desperate, dangerous way, and yeonwol had never revelled in it. you used to look at him like he was your everything and it filled his heart with so much guilt he broke things off with you and since then disappeared from your life — until one day the two of you meet again, and this fateful meeting doesn't fail to bring back memories of the past.
❝ when yeonwol dated you years ago, he had become his worst version yet. he became like the very person that had first broken his heart, broken his everything — he controlled your every movement, became what ahyoung to him was to you, but you loved yeonwol the way he loved ahyoung. it was toxic, there was no saying against it. you loved yeonwol in a desperate, dangerous way, and yeonwol had never revelled in it. you used to look at him like he was your everything and it filled his heart with so much guilt he broke things off with you and since then disappeared from your life — until one day the two of you meet again, and this fateful meeting doesn't fail to bring back memories of the past.