bang 'christopher' chan

oct 3rd, 98

panual

student, prince

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born into a world of riches, glamour and thrill, bang chan was raised to look and be nothing short of pristine. the boy was showered in wealth from the minute he was born, his own mother originally born from poverty and married rich when she met his father. from the outside world bang chan had everything anybody could ever want, when in reality his life was anything but close to what his parents allowed anyone to see; more specifically, like what his father controlled the media to put out. bang chan had always been more attached to his mother. it was normal for any child, having practically spent every waking moment with her while his father was out doing whatever royals were to do. "you know, you're making him too soft, seohee. that boy should be out there practicing judo like the other princes of the world, not sitting around reading books and playing with those lousy toys," his father would complain with a grunt, sending his plate back with one of their numerous maids, having just complained about how his food hadn't been cut properly to his own liking. "he likes them, honey. reading has never hurt anyone and playing in moderation, as i've been having him do, will work out just fine," his mother replied stiffly, not wanting to cause yet another argument as their child rested on the floor beside her, brain too immersed in the images he was creating from yet another chapter book to pay them any mind. her hand flattened out the brown strands of hair that had fluffed up, the boy taking a second to look up at his mother with a smile and lean into her touch. across the table his father watched, clicking his tongue out of distaste before standing to his feet and deciding that he no longer wanted dinner in the first place.

these disagreements and arguments continued on for a few more years and the older he became, his father finally got his wish of putting chan into training in jujutsu. chan would cry and whine, begging his father to at least let him have one day where he didn't have to train, and his father would always refuse without batting an eye in his direction. "you need to learn how to be a man. as a prince, you're always going to have to do things that you don't want, so you better get used to it. i can't be bothered to have a son that embarrasses me any more than you already do." the training became harder and the more mistakes he made, the more furious his father grew with his son. the first rumor of psychical abuse towards the prince spread like a wildfire, hitting every newspaper and media outlet that was of importance in australia. his mother had grown furious, demanding that there be an explanation for what she was hearing as chan tried his best to hide the outward damage he took from his father. as usual, his father called 'bull' on what she was accusing him of. of course, his father was far too busy to actually lay his hands on the child, rather than his father was a decent human-being that didn't abuse his children. it seemed as if overnight every story, cover and interview had been pulled from the public and the topic was never touched on again.

the rise of various terrorist groups were growing in both significance and popularity in australia. as his father continued to feign disinterest, he was growing wary of the threat this was creating and the increased amount of assassination attempts that were growing daily. in a flurry of emotions, bang chan was sent to switzerland at the age of thirteen to attend boarding school until they could calm the public and put a stop to the sudden upsurge of violence. for five years he excelled in his studies at le rosey and graduated at the top of his class, but he still couldn't help but miss his mother whom he had heard from the media was growing sick. when he returned home he could see with his own eyes that it was true, his mother was much more ill than he anticipated. he spent every moment that he could with her in an attempt to make up for lost time and try to find a solution to her sickness, but nothing was helping. it grew harder for his mother to stay awake and it seemed as if every week was blending into the next. she finally passed away when bang chan was twenty. while his father was celebrating the surface level dismantling of extremist groups, he was mourning the loss of the person whom loved him the most. the next three years he continued to live outside the public eye, father still worried that any chance they got would be taken out on either him or his son. "bang chan, you're going to the island of medina next week. you'll be attending and will graduate from stellavenace. i've already made all the arrangements, you just need to get your stuff prepared." chan gave an agitated scoff, eyes glaring at his father that stood a mere few steps away from him. "what? stellavance? i've done everything you've asked for thus far, and you're forcing me to do be somewhere else? and on such short notice?" his fists balled tightly at his sides. he already had responsibilities and commitments that he had agreed to, he couldn't just up and leave, especially without an explanation. "are you talking back to me? you have no clue what's going on around here, so i suggest you shut your mouth, boy." he felt as if any second that he continued to stand before his father he would explode, all the emotions and frustrations from the past twenty-three years having held onto his throat like a noose. "me? are you sure? you didn't even pay attention to what was happening to mom when she was sick. you were just worried about what the public thought of your ty decision making skills," he seethed, chest beginning to heave as the fabric around his body began to feel too warm around him. "that's all you've cared about! you think you have it hard now? wait till everybody finds out who the tiest human being in australia is—" slap. chan's cheek stung, it not having settled yet what was just said let alone that his father had hit him again after all these years. "you better get your on that plane or i'll make sure you can never step foot in this continent again." his father's feet clicked against the laminated hardwood, leaving his son to glare at his retreating figure, jaw clenched hard enough to hurt himself.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

hello, i'm invaderzim, badomens or you can call me killua. i'm both a university student and have a full time job so i can't always guarantee fast replies. my character does not replicate my own personal feelings or thoughts, so if they have said something that upsets you personally, please pm me to let me know! i know i may seem intimidating, but i would love to plot with any of you and/or spitball any ideas for our muses. i have pretty bad anxiety just for reference and i may not be in the chat a lot, but i'm always here to make friends.