D.O.B › August 13, 1952
D.O.D › November 3, 1977
Previous Occupation › Priest, Cult Leader
Known Languages › Korean, English, Latin
Moral Alignment › Neutral to Chaotic Evil
Height › 5'10" (177cm)
Hair Color › Silver
Eye Color › Black (turn silver when using abilities)
Body Modifications › A tattoo on his tongue that matches with another denizen of Hell; it glows red under specific circumstances.
Notable Characteristics › Four bullet wounds in his chest that never heal; they don't actively bleed unless disturbed. He has a centimeter long scar on the left side of his forehead near his hairline.
Dress Style › Semi-formal; button-up shirts, dark slacks, dress shoes, but nothing overtly fancy; clean-cut and similar to what a priest would wear under his robes; if he's feeling a certain way he'll don his priest garb once more, including a long dark robe and clerical collar.

POWERS
— persuasion ›
the ability to psychically influence another being's thoughts and actions via verbal command.
— eye of the heart ›
the ability to know another being's innermost desires, secrets and fears at a glance.
— tethered omniscience ›
the ability to feel the thoughts, emotions and intents of any soul he owns.
— soothing touch ›
the ability to inspire feelings of relaxation, calmness, pleasure and other similar sensations in another being via physical contact.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: domestic abuse, child abuse & neglect, abuse of substances (alcohol, narcotics), mentioned bullying, the ersion of religion, religious imagery, mentioned , lies & manipulation, death (murder-suicide)

Na Jaemin was born on the 13th of August, 1952 to parents who did not want him. His father was an abusive piece of who would beat Jaemin's mother within an inch of her life, while she was mentally unstable and used alcohol and opium to cope. By the time Jaemin was six his father had up and left them and Jaemin never saw him again.

Life with his mother was frought with abuse. She would take out her anger on him at how her existence ended up, sometimes holding his arm so tight it bruised for days, screaming at him about how useless he was, and clobbering him over the head with a bottle on several occasions.

When Jaemin was old enough to attend school his time there wasn't much better. The other kids taunted and bullied him, and he struggled to relate to anyone. His teachers gave up on him relatively quickly and he only just managed to scrape through to the age of seventeen.

For his entire life up to that point Jaemin had been treated like a dog, lesser than everyone around him. He was sick of it. He wanted more from life than to be walked all over on by others.

He left home with the intention to never return and moved to the city to search for answers. Like in school, Jaemin was not accepted by many that he met in Seoul. He was seen as too strange, too weird; the only people that took him in as he was were the faithful ones at the Myeongdong Cathedral.

If this were a nice story it would end here with Jaemin finding himself accepted and loved by God; but this is not that kind of story.

What Jaemin found at the church was not faith or purpose.

He saw power - in the way the priests would hold the attention of the congregation for hours, how their word was taken as gospel even if they were not reading from the holy books; and he wanted all of that for himself.

Jaemin told the head priest at the church that he wished to become baptized and study to be a priest himself. The priest was pleased that this spry young man had taken such an interest in God and His word. So he baptized Jaemin and had the church sponsor part of his costs to attend a seminary and learn theology. This process should have taken five or six years, but Jaemin was kicked out of the seminary after only a year and a half of classes.

The reasons for his dismissal were sealed and kept secret, perhaps because they were a blight on the seminary's otherwise stellar reputation in the Catholic sphere. It didn't matter. Jaemin didn't need them anyway. The Catholic church was too strict for his plans, too watchful for the things he wanted to accomplish.

He never became an officially ordained priest, but Jaemin kept the robes and the Bible and began to preach his own version of God's word. He started on street corners and in parks, trying to get the attention of anyone willing to listen. It was slow at first; a few listeners here and there, some donations, and even fewer true followers; but Jaemin was determined.

What started as outdoor preaching became his own commune a year later. What started as a handful of believers became an entire room's full. And these people, they did not look upon Jaemin with disdain or with lips curled in disgust; they looked at him as if he held all the answers to the universe in the palm of his hand. Like he was their salvation. Like he was God Himself.

What man could resist such temptation?

In just a few short years Jaemin was able to craft his own kingdom within those four walls of his so-called church. He may have dressed himself as a holy man, but that could not have been any further from the truth.

Jaemin took advantage of his newfound power. He manipulated his followers, knowing that with enough time and patience he could get them to believe anything. He would play mind games with them, just because he could, sowing seeds of distrust between families and inserting himself between married couples.

The false priest was drunk on his own power and it was this that led to his downfall.

For nearly four years Jaemin ran his commune and engaged in all manner of sinful behavior, and it caught up to him when his actions angered the wrong person.

There was a man in the congregation, and he had a beautiful wife.

That same wife was screaming Jaemin's name as he ed her atop the altar. Alone at first, and then in front of her husband who was forced to watch as she writhed and cried in pleasure from another man night after night.

Finally, that man snapped after months of this torture. He brought a gun to mass and shot Jaemin dead in the middle of his sermon before turning the weapon on himself; his wife was already dead at home.

The police would later report that the leader of a cult posing as a church had been killed, and that there was no more information they could release to the public at that time.

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Na Jaemin died on the 3rd of November, 1977 from multiple gunshot wounds to the chest. Because of this his appearance as a Sinner is largely unchanged from his appearance in life, except for the bloody holes in his torso that never heal.

Upon learning of his predicament Jaemin was furious at how things had ended up. How dare that man have the gall to take his own life, and then Jaemin ends up punished by having his power stripped from him? To becoming nothing more than a wriggling worm in the dirt like he had been nearly his whole life?

He could not accept it.

He would not accept it.

Jaemin would obtain his power again, one way or another. It didn't matter if he had to lie, cheat, torture and kill to get it.

His plans were put on hold for a short period of time that he spent on the rack being punished for his sins. It was during this time that Jaemin discovered his ability of persuasion. He worked that silver tongue of his and suddenly he and the demon that had been torturing him switched places. Jaemin was the one with the whip in hand now, and he laughed at the absurdity of it all. He laughed, realizing that his death had granted him something he never could have had in life.

Real, tangible abilities and not just carefully planned words.

From that point Jaemin was quick to climb up the ranks within the Pride Ring of Hell. He learned about the existence of the Overlords and he chased that goal. First by gathering the souls of other sorry Sinners. To the scared and hopeless he made grand promises of salvation; to the sinful and greedy he enticed them with guarantees of more.

The true secret to his sudden breakthrough to Overlord status was by his eventual manipulation of lesser Overlords. He somehow managed to make deals with them, convincing them to hand over all of their contracted souls to him, and his power grew exponentially.

As of right now Jaemin is still relatively young. He is not as powerful as some of the other Overlords, but he knows he will get to that point one day.

As in life and in death: he is greedy for power and will never stop trying to attain more of it, gorging himself until there's nothing left, or he's finally erased from existence.

— the abilities he was granted upon death were influenced by how he lived when he was alive: a charismatic cult leader who was able to draw others into his orbit with a few words and a charming smile.

— he has a marginally enhanced level of physical strength that comes with being a sinner and overlord. however, since his powers are more mental/psychological, he would not be able to physically overpower another denizen of hell if their abilities were physical-based.

— jaemin's main motivation is power. he's addicted to the feeling of holding control over others, which makes his position as an overlord that much more desired to him. no amount of power is enough, he will always be hungry for more.

— all of his relationships to others are either a) you are useful to him in some capacity or b) you are an amusing plaything for him

— note: this character is based off the information known about various prominent cult leaders and serial killers in real life (mun used to have a true crime obsession and while that's gone the information is still in my head lol). anyway, the reason i'm bringing it up is because i don't want you to be fooled! this jaemin is a big ing loser!!! he has terrible social skills, he believes the world should cater to him and that he deserves everything he wants; he's not nearly as suave or beguiling as he thinks he is, and when he doesn't get his way he'll immediately start throwing tantrums like a giant man baby. he acts like he's so much better than everyone else when really he's just super insecure and self-conscious, but if you point that out he'll just get mad and accuse you of being an idiot and jealous.