basic information !

︱name :: jung noeul.

︱alias(es) :: yi minseo (birth name) — the exiled prince — dawn (assassin alias).

︱date of birth :: october 4th, 1992.

︱age :: 29.

︱zodiac :: libra.

︱place of birth :: main palace, heunjeong, south korea.

︱nationality :: korean.

︱current residence :: heunjeong, south korea.

︱occupation :: crowned prince (formerly) — s rank assassin — florist.

︱affiliation :: manwol's ramyeon — the secret garden (flower shop).

︱pronouns :: he/him, but is referred more often by she/her from those who are not aware of the truth. he does not mind any pronouns, but uses he/him pronouns for himself.

︱romantic orientation :: demiromantic.

︱ual orientation :: panual.

︱love interest :: not looking.

︱relationship status :: single, not looking.

appearance !

●  faceclaim :: seventeen's yoon jeonghan.

●  height :: 178cm (5'10).

●  weight :: 54kg.

●  hair color :: black (natural) — blonde (dyed, current).

● eye color :: dark chocolate brown.

●tattoos :: a phoenix tattoo with a minimalist design on his neck, under his right ear, reaching until the crook of his neck.

● piercings :: triple lobe, two helix (right) — one dangling, industrial (left).

● distinguishing characteristics :: he has a rather feminine build. his muscles are formed from his training in combat rather than actual muscle building, which keeps his body not as muscular as other combatants would be. due to the nature of his disguise, he has let his hair grow to waist length and is found wearing feminine clothes more often than not. This style of his allows people to mistake him as a woman, which is his intention anyway.

● personal style & aesthetic :: despite being more on the androgynous spectrum, the femininity in his energy and style never fails to lead others into thinking that he's a woman. he tends to wear clothes that cover his skin, and is rather fond of loose clothings on his free days where he has no assignments. he has a good fashion sense, developed from his years of wanting to look good despite wanting to blend in the background. his fashion depends quite heavily on his mood and emotions. click here for his pinboard.

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background !

to be born with the crown on one’s head—minseo has carried that weight for a long, long time.

for a boy born as the eldest son of the royal family, minseo’s path had long been carved for him, plotted down to the smallest detail. he was to bear the weight of the throne once he had grown into the prince the king and queen wished for him to be. and for a while, that was what he believed too. hailed as the crowned prince of korea the moment he was born, minseo was raised to be perfect, the very word imprinted into his skin, his veins, going far into his bones. it was almost ironic then, to anyone who had known the king and queen—to desire a perfect prince born from a pair of imperfect rulers, to want perfection from a mere human.

(if only they had known in the beginning, perhaps they wouldn’t have expected so much from him.)

but that was how minseo was taught. that was how he was shaped, molded into a figure that he was not even certain he wanted—but of course, what could a poor boy of his age (seven, that was how young he was, seven years old) do against the wishes of his parents? he was nothing but a boy who wanted the love of his makers, nothing but a boy who knew nothing about himself. they had kept a tight hold on his actions, on even the smallest of his gestures, the expressions on his face.

“make sure you look your best at all times. your image is the image of the whole of korea, minseo.”

if so much as a strand of hair was loose, out of place, then it was a hit to the back of his lower legs.

“chin up. if you must smile, then you do so with your lips closed. not too wide, not too small. no one likes a prince who laughs boisterously. you are a gentleman.”

if a smile was too wide, too open, unflattering, then it was another hit to the back of his legs.

never in places where people could see. never in places where people would normally touch. the results of his punishments would always, always be hidden under his clothes, skin never seen—after all, he was a gentleman. such were the secrets that the royal family had kept away from the scrutinizing gaze of the media.

in turn, he was loved by the people around him. he was adored by the palace, by the citizens—the very picture of a prim, perfect prince. it was because of this love that had helped him stay standing, even if this love that he had garnered might not be a genuine one. love is love, right? that was what the queen had told him. it was what the crowned prince should have. it was what perfection demanded, what it would give him.

these memories of his childhood had long become a blur in his mind, a mirage of empty, spacious rooms, where he would sometimes study and read to no end, unable to leave until he was finished with the pile that he was given. it was a blur of empty, spacious rooms that he would sometimes fill with music, nothing but perfection created by the calluses on his fingertips. it was a blur of crowded rooms, filled with faces that he wouldn’t be able to recognize from the front as he stood smiling. it was a blur of crowded rooms, filled with congratulations from people whose names he was supposed to remember, and yet none of these names had meant anything to him.

but this was fine—he was the crowned prince, after all. this was what perfection meant.

he was fourteen when his entire world came crumbling down. he didn’t know how the king had found out about it, a secret that not even minseo was privy to until he was forced on his knees in front of the throne before the very king. the queen sat by his side then, shame coloring her face. the fact of his birth was then spoken: minseo was not the king’s blood son.

that was the only humiliation that had tainted minseo’s reputation. anything else did not matter—not the blood, sweat and tears he’d given just to be perfect.

he was the son of the queen and the head butler. naturally, the head butler was immediately fired, silenced so as to keep this a secret. but word spread far too quickly—the servants talked, whispers leaving the palace. and so, the king could not simply impulsively punish minseo and the queen for this illegitimacy. the king was supposed to be benevolent, after all, and minseo was such a perfect prince.

perhaps this was why the queen had been so focused on making the perfect prince—it was because she knew that the truth would come out one way or another.

the treatment inside the palace was different then. some had him mocked for being illegitimate, and some had pitied him. this was no longer the love that minseo was familiar with—would the queen even say that this was still some type of love?

minseo was not given a chance to learn a new type of love, it seemed. three years later, the king had found a chance to get rid of him for once and for all. it was during his seventeenth birthday when the king’s life was threatened.

an assassination attempt during minseo’s own birthday celebration—and the person to blame? the prince himself, said to have been spotted talking with a person of interest in regards to the attempt. they had spoken of treason, of rebellion—of course minseo would’ve done that; he isn’t the king's blood, is he?and just like that, the love that minseo had grown used to—whatever kind of love it was—had easily gone down the drain. his perfect reputation was tainted so easily by rumors and lies that were solidified by planted evidence, and there was nothing seventeen year old minseo could do.

it was this that had him detained in his room, still underaged to be put in where prisoners should be. it didn’t sink in just yet, what his fate was going to be. all he knew was that the world he had grown so comfortable in, no matter how suffocating it had been to live in, was crumbling down so, so quickly. what was he supposed to do now that the life that was paved for him even before he was born had been taken away from him? was he supposed to sit still and accept that his life was ending so much sooner than he’d thought it would?

the answer came to him in the form of the butler that had served him. just as minseo was about to succumb to despair, the butler gave him a way out, leading him outside the palace. this was the butler’s last gift for minseo, such a dangerous gift that could have the butler landed in prison if caught. and minseo could only do what he could: he took the opportunity and ran away, despite having nowhere else to go.

he wasn’t familiar with the world outside the palace. he didn’t have any genuine friends that would’ve taken him in if he needed such a place. he had nothing beyond his title as the crowned prince—he was nothing without his lineage.

somehow, he found his way to manwol’s ramyeon, and vaguely, he remembered the things he had heard about it from the palace. he hadn’t known then what he was expecting when he’d stepped inside the ramyeon house, deep into the night and shivering from the rain, but what he didn’t expect was manwol taking him in warmly despite knowing fully who minseo was. he let minseo stay, despite the risks that came with it as a search was conducted for him.

a week passed, and an offer was made: do you want to be a part of us?

with nowhere else to go, minseo easily took the offer. manwol helped him create a new existence then: jung noeul, one of manwol’s distant relatives from outside heunjeong, a girl that couldn’t speak. manwol’s connections made it possible to create fake documents (all of which hadn’t been discovered to this day), making it seem as if yi minseo had disappeared out of thin air. there were no traces to be found, which led the nationwide search to run cold.

under noeul’s name, he was trained to become an assassin by manwol personally. noeul had nothing else to live for, after all—he could only focus on what life was giving him day by day. he was too lost to even try and plan revenge, too confused by the suddenness of a new life brought upon his being. there was nothing else that he could do other than to go with the flow of fate and time—perhaps, he believed that this might just be a better life than revenge.

after all, the life he had as the crowned prince was simply too exhausting, too suffocating for him to even want back.

diligently, he trained. efficiently, he accomplished his missions. steadily, so, so steadily, he climbed up the ranks, becoming one of the best and high ranked assassins that manwol’s ramyeon could have.

personality !

noeul is far from the nickname that childhood has given him. far from the angelic aura that his delicate features give away, he is rather blunt and crude, even while he was still learning royal etiquettes back at the main palace. he lost his childhood innocence at the age of fourteen, after all, when the world around him had changed its attitude upon knowing the truth of his birth. he is, first and foremost, what one would call a lone wolf—he doesn’t often cooperate with other people, and even when he’s paired with someone or placed in a group, he often tries to make his presence as small as possible, almost as if to avoid the spotlight.

while he used to be a mild-mannered gentleman, life spent away from the palace has changed him drastically. he’s an incredibly logical and cynical person, and doesn’t see a point in trying to be friendly. perhaps him choosing to pretend to be mute is a blessing in disguise for the people around him, as they aren’t immediately on the other end of his bluntness. his rough way of speaking shows in the way he signs his words still, however.

he is an incredibly guarded individual, and it is very rare for him to let anybody close. it requires a great deal of determination and patience to even try and get his walls down—if he’s even willing to do so, at all. he’s incredibly stubborn, and doesn’t always easily follow instructions that he disagrees with. not many like him due to his cold and prickly demeanor. he can often be described as emotionless, but easily angered and irritable. his patience with people is rather thin, though he tries not to let this affect his work.

but he’s an incredibly loyal person, almost too loyal to a fault. he doesn’t show his care in the most obvious ways, but he will go far lengths for those he holds close to his heart, as he takes great pride in taking care of what he calls his. he is careful in his work, and gentle when dealing with flowers. despite his demeanor, he is level-headed and often calm, allowing him to think quickly and adjust easily.

● novels, books, poetry.
● movies, films, shows.
● arts, dancing, music, theater.
● flowers, nature in general.
● thunderstorms, rainy days.
● classical, calming music.
● freedom, autonomy.
● ramen.

● too much noise.
● people who don’t know the concept of personal space.
● moving too much.
● messy kills, too much blood.
● traditions, conformity.
● royalty.
● disloyalty, dishonesty, betrayal.

● dancing when alone. singing used to be one of his hobbies, but ever since he started pretending to be mute, he doesn’t sing as much anymore.
● stargazing, staying up at night.
● staying indoors to play the piano.
● dressing up. has learned to enjoy fashion.
● sewing, knitting.

● none that he's aware of. this may change in the future.

● very familiar with flower language. can even write you a love letter using a bouquet. surprisingly romantic.
● can sleep very easily even in unfamiliar places. is more used to running on three to four hours of sleep though.
● surprisingly very good at cooking and sewing.
● has very light footsteps, inaudible on a good day. has good control on his sense of gravity.
● his voice is now very soft, as he rarely uses it. he carries with him breath mints all the time. he pretends to be mute so as to not reveal the fact that he’s a man. he’s just lucky that his adam’s apple isn’t so pronounced.

● drinks coffee like it’s his own version of water.
● cracks his knuckles a lot, even more so when he’s feeling antsy or restless.
● sneaking out without informing anyone or being noticed.
● being a little too blunt even toward strangers.
● his immediate urge to disobey when he hears a command.

true neutral.

there are very few people who know of him being a man, and as such, people tend to refer to him by feminine pronouns. despite looking like a delicate type, his rank as an assassin is not one to scoff at. he is known more as a mysterious, cold lady who has long evaded others, leading to most of the people not knowing much—if at all—about him. as an assassin, he is intimidating, due to his demeanor and rank. he is clean with his work and efficient, very rarely with questions asked. his personality makes it very difficult for people to approach him. while his angelic features are telling of a polite, gentle lady, most people would find his behavior to be vastly different from his looks.

● has good hearing. can hear things that most people might miss, though this makes him sensitive in noisy places.
● fighting skills, use of weapons, expert marksmanship. more comfortable with a blade, however.
● familiarity with the human body. knows the fastest way to kill a man without making too much of a mess.
● multilingualism. speaks the following languages in order of fluency: korean (native, fluent), english, japanese, mandarin. also very fluent in sign language.
● knows morse code.
● espionage. knows how to lip read.
● lock picking.
● musicality; knows how to play the piano.
● driving.

connections !

connection type :: annoying menace.

connection type :: colleagues with benefits (noeul refuses to call himi a friend).

connection type :: text here.

status :: text here.

out of character !

please try to have something in mind and read my profile first 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 extremely important! please never poke me as well, unless it's been 10 days since i last replied or i’ve specifically told you to remind me of replying. otherwise i will drop our thread without a word.

you may call me nana or by my characters’ names. i don’t usually mind which, and would always respond to either of them! you may also refer to me as any pronouns or by my characters’ pronouns, though i don’t personally have any preference. all i ask is that you switch them up every now and then. my timezone is gmt+8, but i tend to be asleep throughout the day, so expect your replies at the most random of times.

i write only in the third pov. most of my replies are multi-paragraphs, but i can go from semi-paragraphs to novella pretty quickly, depending on the muse, the plot and the details that we would both like to emphasize in the thread. even in fast threads, i tend to write multiple lines, but i don’t mind not being mirrored as long as you give me the same energy as i give you, or at least something to work with. i will only write in rooms, and walls, if there is a need for it.

my preferred genres are angst, romance, drama and action—but of course, i can write anything so long as i have the muse for it! i am open to plotting most things, and have very little triggers or limits when it comes to writing, but still do remember to ask me first about things before proceeding with them. i will do the same to you.

i also prefer plotting over winging, as i tend to lose muse easily with winging. it doesn’t have to be extensive plotting either—i only need a backbone for the thread that we’re about to write. starters will depend on the plot: if it makes sense for me to start, then i will; if not, then i will ask you to start.