lee chaerin

rogue vampire

26 february 1579

443 years

groundskeeper

persuasion, dreamwalking

busan, korea

kyoto, japan

korean-japanese

korean

chaotic evil

panual

demiromantic

single

none

iding in plain sight, lee chaerin was merely a young woman hunting game in the forest and selling her victories at local markets. it wasn't what she wanted. it what she had to do to survive.

 

the secret hidden beneath her expert predatory skills and shockingly sharp canine teeth? she was a vampire born to a long lineage. once upon a time some centuries ago, her ancestors were wealthy merchants and nobles thriving in riches beyond fathom. yet their reign had fallen with the ineffable power of humanity and left chaerin's family as working class as the next lowly commoner of the joseon dynasty.

 

her parents had raised her on grandiose tales of prosperous luxury and glorious battle. their reminiscience instilled within her one simple dream; to one day become an empress in her own right. to be idolized, feared, and dawn upon her head a crown of pure white diamonds. was that so much to ask for?

 

alas, a silly girl's dream was no match for harsh reality. she bit her tongue, kept her head down low, and followed the strict ethical code enforced by her parents who were always fearful of death at the hands of superstitious humans and their barbaric ways. they lived in peace like every other.

 

until the time of bloodshed and war came rushing in. foreign invasion swept through the peninsula and into the city, japanese forces quick to claim what they believed was rightfully theirs. ordinary civilians of busan were either an obstacle or a commodity to be used however they pleased.
 

radiant beauty left all on her lonesome amidst a brutal massacre stood no chance against strong healthy soldiers with muskets of silver pointed at her cranium. come and you live. refuse and you die. those were the commands that chaerin would pathetically obey for many years thereon.

she fought tooth and nail, yanking at loose hairs and sinking her pointed fangs into the flesh. yet her struggle did nothing to turn the savage human men away from taking her to their barracks where she was kept as their personal servant. a maid to wash the blood from their clothes in the day, a to provide 'comfort' at night.

the routine faded into a new normal as she soon stopped counting the days. even as korean troops were turning the tide of war and finally pushing their enemies out, her imprisonment had only just begun. she was dragged along the retreat to japan and sold off to a brothel in the red light district of kyoto. while beautiful geisha were shown respect, classy entertainers cherished and fawned over in their opulent gowns, chaerin was simply another used filthy e with no free will.

in secret she fed minimally on the other girls or traveling patrons in the brothel, desperate for any drop of blood she could steal as her captors kept her slowly starved, too weak and frail to put up a fight. holding on tight to an impossible dream was the only thing that kept her going each day, each year, every decade that withered away. until, at last, she seized the right opportunity to strike.
 

he arrival of a new patron, a strange witch from an even stranger land, piqued chaerin's curiosity. soon she charmed him and made a deal; exchanging her services for useful information. upon a satisfactory exchange, she was given a special recipe for a toxic elixir that could paralyze a grown man with just one drop consumed.

that evening she crafted the elixir using whatever ingredients she could sneak away from the kitchens or steal from the many patrons she'd met, waiting until the brothel closed its doors and all were silently asleep. one by one the vampire made her rounds letting the elixir poison the tongue of her captors before exacting vengeance.

it was a feast of the divine as she every last man dry and pale, wailing out for help yet incapable of denying her thirst. then she went to find her fellow ladies of the night, eager to celebrate their newfound freedome and leave the wretched hell on earth they all suffered for far too long. yet her efforts were hardly praised. she expected reverence, gratitude, for her so-called 'sisters' to kiss the bottom of her boot after saving them. instead, they only saw a monster. some ran while others attacked, certain she was a demon.

one girl wielded a katana of pure silver and pounced forth, slashing the blade along the curvature of chaerin's spine. how foolish and naive to think she could trust any human.  writhing in agony at the fiery burn seeped into her skin, a true hellfire was unleashed. if they wanted a demon, they would receive one. shrill cries echored through the night as she'd slain every last human who dare cross her path, revelling in the ecstasy of power, bathing the town in red.

having made her great escape, there was a deep hole gnawing away inside her soul yet. lonely and afraid, chaerin promised herself to never fall victim to anyone or anything ever again. the human race would always be a dangerous threat to her kind, loathesome creatures who constantly need to be put in their place and kept on a strict leash. even as she relished in the rise of a new empire, chaerin could hardly fathom why vampires continued to indulge and underestimate the perilous nature of humanity. she quickly took her stance as a rogue, disillusioned with the very regime she helped to create.

destined to be a righteous protector and divine conqueror, chaerin seeks out power and control. there is no place she seems to belong. except when she towers above, impales her enemies, and drinks the blood with gluttonous beautiful hubris.

wine, diamonds, red bottom stilettos, overcast or rainy days, black dahlias, cigarettes, film noir, burlesque, herbal tea, midnight strolls, cake, debates, knives, witchcraft, herbalism, candles.

vulnerability, being seen as weak or less than, humanity, mornings.

hunting, playing piano, blade collecting, baking, journaling.

height 164cm. weight 120lbs. black hair which has naturally turned platinum silver. dark brown eyes.

red dragon tattoo along her spine. the ink hides beneath an old scar from a blade wound. 

fashion style generally consists of form fitting dresses, pencil skirts, silk or lace blouses, corsets,  diamond jewelry, red lipstick, stockings, and red bottom stiletto heels.

whenever at work as a groundskeeper, she will opt for a more comfortable outfit she doesn't mind getting a little dirty; a breathable silk blouse, hip-hugging denim shorts, gloves, wide brim sunhat, and slingback pumps- because chaerin would rather choke before committing the sin of fashion faux pas. after all, pain is beauty.

chaerin holds a fierce vendetta against humanity as a result of her traumatic experiences, believing humans to be savage beasts. they aren't just a source of nutrients, but a dangerous threat. she likens herself to being a protector or savior of some manner, aiming to keep humans under strict authority so there is no risk of an uprisal.

her power hunger and need for control does not stop at her grudge against humans. overall she desperately seeks to be in control of herself and others, feeling the need to reclaim the power she lost when she was held captive. she will find ways to claim dominance over others through any means necessary; manipulation, , coercion, physical or mental abuse, etc.

despite her concerning behaviors and psyche, chaerin still has some good qualities. she struggles with her trauma and insecurity, making it difficult to trust or be vulnerable. to those who have the patience to earn her trust, she will be a reliable supportive friend and adventurous companion. she enjoys the excitement of fast-paced environments, playful spontaneity, and intelligent conversations. while she can be patronizing and stubborn, she will still engage in civil debates or challenging scenarios, gaming them for her own entertainment.

fiery. playful. confident. independent. passionate. honest. protective.

stubborn. perfectionist. combative. unpredictable. condescending. sadist.

❝ i have none. no evening should be the same as the last. surprise me and perhaps i'll reward you.