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basics.
the wax scorched his skin, blazing trails down his back
full name.
park seonghwa.
birthdate.
july 7th, 1997.
orientation.
ual. just ual.
occupation.
lawyer.
pronouns.
he/him/his/motherer
status.
single. not looking.
'the god who punishes and destroys the wicked and overbearing, and as such he is described as the god with bow and arrows, the gift of hephaestus.' - homer.
apollo goes by many names, many epithets. phoebus apollo. lykeios apollo. alexikakos apollo. paean apollo. hecaërgus apollo. but as many know him as "phoebus", apollo often answers to it. however, it is in the mortal realm that apollo goes by the name: park seonghwa. a free-lancing lawyer to high-end celebrity clients (and the camp) with an addiction to sin and pleasure.
a ring of fire adorns his crown. skin of the sunkissed flame and eyes of twinkling glee glimmering gold in the sun's everlasting flame. park seonghwa is often a sight to behold with every step he takes into the courtroom, the lights dim with his entrance, radiance follows the man of divine distance beneath his all-seeing eye.
park seonghwa held the body of unlike a god, and not many ever did know why the sun god had chosen such an appearance.
apollo goes by many names, many epithets. phoebus apollo. lykeios apollo. alexikakos apollo. paean apollo. hecaërgus apollo. but as many know him as "phoebus", apollo often answers to it. however, it is in the mortal realm that apollo goes by the name: park seonghwa. a free-lancing lawyer to high-end celebrity clients (and the camp) with an addiction to sin and pleasure.
a ring of fire adorns his crown. skin of the sunkissed flame and eyes of twinkling glee glimmering gold in the sun's everlasting flame. park seonghwa is often a sight to behold with every step he takes into the courtroom, the lights dim with his entrance, radiance follows the man of divine distance beneath his all-seeing eye.
park seonghwa held the body of unlike a god, and not many ever did know why the sun god had chosen such an appearance.
aesthetic.
posted in 1656 AD.
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history.
he lifts a radiant forehead above eyes that shine like rays of light.
park seonghwa was born on the 7th month of the 7th day of the 97th year of the 20th century and upon his birth, the swans sang their song, wolves danced beneath the moon, and the sun seemed to falter at his cry. born to a doctor and a surgeon, education was at the utmost importance to the park family and being an upstanding member of society was ingrained into the young boy. from when he could talk, he was given lessons in talking. lessons that'd increase his prestigious upbringing within the high middle class of korea but young seonghwa had a friend named wang jiwoon.
jiwoon had known seonghwa since they were babies in the womb. the wang family and the park family adored each other as if they were their own, members of the same clan, and the two matriarchs of the families remained side by side. there were rumors that both ladies could understand each other with simply a glance, a twitch of a brow, or even a curl of a lip.
jiwoon had known seonghwa since they were babies in the womb. the wang family and the park family adored each other as if they were their own, members of the same clan, and the two matriarchs of the families remained side by side. there were rumors that both ladies could understand each other with simply a glance, a twitch of a brow, or even a curl of a lip.
park seonghwa, fair as the moon and as soft-spoken as the wind of zephyrus, wang jiwoon, kissed by the sun and loved by the populous, held each other hand in hand. wherever wang jiwoon went, park seonghwa followed. whenever park seonghwa cried, wang jiwoon raged hell-fire.
it came of no surprise to outsiders that when the two boys were born, wang jiwoon and park seonghwa had clung to each other just as their mothers had done so to each other. in spite of this, wang jiwoon and park seonghwa could be no different. even despite their differences, the two boys clung close to each other's side. cute when they were young, but suspicious to the general public as they grew older. the boys were close. but too close.
at eighteen, seonghwa had fallen in love with his best friend. at eighteen, seonghwa had confessed to the love of his life too little, too late. at eighteen, jiwoon had fallen ill with a hellish fever. a fever that burned brighter than any fire and left jiwoon roasted from the inside out. seonghwa had given jiwoon his everything, and it was with their last kiss in the stillness of the hospital room that seonghwa too was enveloped in a warmth.
at eighteen, seonghwa had fallen in love with his best friend. at eighteen, seonghwa had confessed to the love of his life too little, too late. at eighteen, jiwoon had fallen ill with a hellish fever. a fever that burned brighter than any fire and left jiwoon roasted from the inside out. seonghwa had given jiwoon his everything, and it was with their last kiss in the stillness of the hospital room that seonghwa too was enveloped in a warmth.
apollo--god of music, prophecies, healing and diseases. sun incarnate--watched from the body of the young boy he had created. made of clay and ivory, wang jiwoon was a perfect host for apollo to take the form of to get closer to the boy with a laughter of stars and a smile as brilliant as the sun. unfortunately, the stubborn human soul of jiwoon began fighting once apollo began taking control. he could see every memory. every whisper jiwoon had shared with seonghwa, every touch, every caress over bare skin that left seonghwa wanting more. the god of music did not want to just get close to seonghwa... he wanted to bury himself into seonghwa's skin and take over every fibre of his being.
jiwoon fought more. he fought against apollo to reclaim what little power and autonomy a mortal had before eventually--the god of diseases grew bored and waged a ravenous virus through the poor boy's body.
no doctor would ever find the cure to jiwoon's ailment.
and seonghwa's body was taken by apollo with that very last kiss. a mercy he had given to jiwoon to experience for his last moments before the god of the sun buried himself into seonghwa's body and drowned himself within the boy whose eyes rattled the stars and left the sun trembling in his wake.
jiwoon fought more. he fought against apollo to reclaim what little power and autonomy a mortal had before eventually--the god of diseases grew bored and waged a ravenous virus through the poor boy's body.
no doctor would ever find the cure to jiwoon's ailment.
and seonghwa's body was taken by apollo with that very last kiss. a mercy he had given to jiwoon to experience for his last moments before the god of the sun buried himself into seonghwa's body and drowned himself within the boy whose eyes rattled the stars and left the sun trembling in his wake.
connections.
sun, keeper of flame breaker of day.
fukutomi tsuki.
apollon's daughter who glows (literally) and can pick up an instrument at the first listen. she thinks she's a runt, but little does she know the lengths apollo will go to protect his runts.
connections.
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connections.
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quirks.
even the swan sings to the beating of his wings.
likes.
sunrises. music. wolves. swans. cows. riddles. morning runs. dragon's blood incense. warm cups of coffee in the morning. sweets. justice. hyacinths. sunflowers. laurels. ambrosia. nectar. his twin sister. his mother and father. his children.
dislikes.
injustice. the wicked and overbearing. harm being inflicted upon his children. snakes. liars and dishonesty. losing.
hobbies.
playing his lyre. listening to new music. dance. singing. archery. hunting with his sister. competitions (and winning). .
habits.
paces and runs his hands through his hair when he's anxious or nervous. a particularly sore loser. has a temper. indulges in pleasure to drown himself when grieving or feeling particularly upset. has a howling laugh like a wolf's. when deep in thought, he bites his lip.
fears.
losing the light of the sun. getting his powers taken away a third time and never getting them back. his children getting hurt and not being there to help them. losing his sister, mother, and family.
weaknesses.
apollo's main powers reside in heliokinesis, vitakinesis, nosokinesis, and prophecy. however, being artemis' twin brother and gifted the bow and arrow ever since they arrived upon olympus: apollo has a prowess in battle if it were to ever come down to war. hotheaded with a temper very much like his father's, apollo often will say things in a fit of anger. like every greek god, apollo is vindictive and a sore loser especially in the face of humilation--even more so as the sun god is an incredibly prideful god.
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aesthetic.
posted in 100 BC.
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lover.
name.
xxxxxxxxxx
date.
xx bc.
status.
mourning.
The moon will sing a song for me / I loved you like the sun.
ooc.
whose light-producing eye views all within, and all beneath the sky.
age of mun: 22+
genres i like to write: dark, psychological, drama, angst, .
open to: open starters, plotting. rooms > walls > dms.
genres i like to write: dark, psychological, drama, angst, .
open to: open starters, plotting. rooms > walls > dms.
apollo and seonghwa are very much a parasitic relationship. the park seonghwa of seonghwa's bio does not exist anymore and if anything, is just a shell for apollo to use for his own pleasure and glee. apollo has full control over seonghwa's personality, traits, choices, and has locked what there is of the mortal seonghwa away deep within the recesses of seonghwa's mind.
my biggest rule: separate ooc and ic. what my characters say does not correlate to what me, ash, would do or say as a person. i am in gmt -6 (or central time in america) and there's not much to know about me. i take a long time to respond, so if you're willing to wait for me to reply to our threads, plotting, and/or everything else: then i appreciate you a lot. my muse is also fickle. it comes and goes, leaving me at the mercy of whatever i do. but i hope that we have fun.