Taeyong was many things: an orphan, a mute, a survivor; the child of a murderer, and the child of a victim. His father was an abusive man who killed his mother and severely wounded him. If the neighbour hadn’t called for help sooner, he would’ve died from blood loss. Unfortunately, the doctors couldn’t save his voice box, rendering him mute for the rest of his life. He now lived with his uncle and aunt, who did their best to raise Taeyong as normally as possible. Still, no matter where he went, everyone knew what his history was—even when they’re not from Qinghe Nie, the ugly scar across his throat could not be hidden.

name: nie taeyong
nickname: ty — tiwai — taeyi — yongie (people he loves)
age: twenty-four
birthdate: july 1st

grade: year 6
core class: self-defence/combat training
extracurricular: theatre (supervisor) — cooking club

lineage: pureblood
secondary gender: alpha
scent: rose

amory: ambi
orientation: bi-greyromantic/ual
preference: submissive-leaning versatile

clan: qinghe nie
powers: plant manipulation — argentopoeia

TW: DOMESTIC & CHILD ABUSE, ENABLING & BYSTANDER EFFECT, MURDER (ATTEMPTED & SUCCESSFUL), SLIGHT GORE & VIOLENCE, DEATH OF AN UNBORN CHILD

Taeyong was born to an alpha father and a beta mother. His father was a well-respected soldier—many looked up to him. 

Which made the truth all the harder to tell. 

His father was a domineering man. He was controlling, always asserting his status and power over those he deemed weak. His family was his prime target. 

He must’ve felt unstoppable as a respected soldier. He would yell and beat his wife and son. If they so much as breathed wrongly, he would make sure they regretted even thinking about making mistakes. 

Taeyong’s mother tried her best to shield him from the violence, bearing the brutal beatings for herself. Whenever she saw his worried expression—tiny face scrunched up with anxiety, the child-like innocence making him appear confused—she would smile and pat his head. 

“It’s okay, Yongie. Mommy is strong. Mommy doesn’t feel a thing.” 

Perhaps Taeyong knew she was lying, but he ate it up anyway. It was like a false hope—one he needed to get through the next day, the next week. 

His mother tried her best to escape their wretched household. She called out for help to their closed ones, their family. However, all they had to offer were words of suppression. 

“He’s an alpha. It’s just the way it is.” “You can’t leave, Taeyongie needs both of his parents.” “Think about your son! You must pull through this for him.” 

In the end, his mother was pressured to stay. All she could provide for Taeyong was herself as a meat shield. 

His family may be his prime target in asserting dominance, but the father didn’t stop there. He started dabbling in illegal activities, getting involved with the wrong crowd. He thought he was invincible, that no one could stop him. 

Unfortunately, someone could. News eventually reached the higher-ups, about how Taeyong’s father had been in cahoots with criminals and gangs. Upholding their integrity and honour, the higher-ups stripped his father of his title and sacked him from his job. 

No more was he a soldier, and this angered him greatly. 

He absolutely lost it. He drank away his misery, piling up the bottles. His violence grew erratic, lashing out at his wife and son whenever he pleased. 

It came to a head one night. He was drowning in his misery, and complaining. Woe was he, he would voice out throatily. 

Taeyong’s mother entered the living room, where he lay wasted. Something about her presence triggered him, or perhaps he had too much to drink. Like a switch being flicked, he lost it. 

He broke a bottle and started threatening his wife. The beta held her hands up placatingly, trying to appease her raging husband. 

Unfortunately, Taeyong’s father had lost his knickers. He charged at the beta and uncaringly swung the broken bottle, slashing her face and body. 

Taeyong had been in his room when the commotion broke out. He pattered down the stairs, reaching the living room. He stopped at the entrance, eyes wide at the scene before him. 

His father straddled atop his mother, broken bottle laced with crimson as he swung unendingly. The body beneath him barely budged, fingers twitching weakly with every stab. The head eventually lolled, and Taeyong’s breath hitched as he saw the marred face of his mother. 

All he could remember was her single eye staring straight at him, her sliced lips parting to gurgle something. 

“Run, Yongie…. Run…” 

His father seemed to notice his wife’s distraction, slowly turning to look behind him. He levelled his eyes with Taeyong, and realisation seemed to flash in the man’s eyes. 

Then, resolution. Taeyong felt his heart drop. The look of intent in his father’s eyes spelled his doom. 

The boy tried to run. He went for the front door, but his father was fast. He only managed to open the door before it was slammed shut. He was promptly thrown to the ground and pinned. 

Taeyong trashed, trying to escape. He was grabbed by the face, forced to bare his neck. The sharp edge of the bottle met his throat. 

“Be still, brat.” 

Slash. 

Taeyong widened his eyes. Blood pooled in his throat, choking him. He coughed up crimson, feeling his lungs filling rapidly. He couldn’t breathe, he was losing oxygen. 

Everything was a blur. As the world pulled further from him, he heard the siren of police cars. Through his teary vision, he saw the flashing red and blue, and two blue silhouettes tackling his father. 

Taeyong didn’t notice when he passed out. When he opened his eyes, he was surrounded by pristine white. One inhale and he had a lungful of medicine wafting in the air. 

His throat hurt—it was on fire. His neck felt heavy, as if being weighed down. He tried to move, only to cry out a gurgling noise. 

A nurse entered just then, finding him awake. She quickly called a doctor, and one came to check on him. 

The news was revealed to him all at once, too fast for a ten-year-old to process. 

“Your mother is dead. Your father has been detained. We managed to save you, but your voice box is severely damaged. You may not be able to talk anymore.” 

It was too much information. He closed his eyes, hoping it was all a bad dream. When he awoke again, he found himself in the same pristine white, greeted by the same medicine-filled air. 

Taeyong’s life was turned upside down in one night. 

After his discharge, he was taken in by his aunt and uncle. They were the same people who allowed the abuse to continue. Yet, they were the only people Taeyong could turn to now. 

They did their best to raise him normally, as if his father didn’t kill his mother and attempted to murder him too. A few months after moving in with his relatives, he overheard his guardians talking one night. 

“… I feel so sorry for him. He almost died and now had to live without his voice. How pitiful.” 

“At least he survived. That man… look at how he ruthlessly murdered his wife.” 

“Right? To think that she had been pregnant too…” 

Their conversations ceased as they heard footsteps running up the stairs, their faces pale with realisation. 

There was an attempt to train Taeyong’s voice, hoping the damage wasn’t as bad as the doctor claimed. The boy managed a few hoarse sounds and guttural grunts before their efforts were halted. At least he was given tutoring lessons on sign language. 

Taeyong eventually grew into a young adult. His uncle and aunt sent him to Fenrir Academy, hoping to broaden his view now that he was entering adulthood. Though they lived far apart, they tried to keep in contact, texting each other regularly and sometimes FaceTiming to ensure everyone was well and dandy. 

likes: cooking & baking for the people he cares about — loose turtlenecks — hugs, the kind where he can tuck his head under the partner’s chin

dislikes: people asserting their power to harm and oppress the weak — his face being grabbed, specifically around the mouth area — pressure on his neck

hobbies: cooking & baking

talents: can make a wide range of facial expressions

• just like verbal language, sign comes in different forms across various countries. aside from korean, taeyong can sign rather fluently in english. his japanese is conversational and he's learning chinese. 
• though taeyong is considered mute, he can technically make noises. however, the sounds he makes are guttural and throaty, so he doesn't try to talk. 
• since he's mute, taeyong has a habit of pressing his lips together. the "sounds" he makes, like sighs or laughs, don't actually come out. it takes him being emotional to actually make a noise. 

familial: 

• nie sooyoung: sibling-figures. grew up together after the incident. his guardian in the academy.
• jiang mina: sibling-like. he protected her from bullies when she was a first year. they've been close ever since.

friendly: 

• nie aeri: friends. he's always helping her out of trouble. these troubles specifically pertaining to her getting injured. 
• jiang chaewon: friends. 
• wen taehyung: budding friendship. planning to tutor him on sign language. 
• nie eunbi: took on the role of her guide when she enrolled. a fellow mute friend who's deaf. 

hostile: 

• SPOILER: his nightmare.
• spoiler: traitor.

DISCLAIMER: I'D APPRECIATE IF YOU DON'T CONVENIENTLY MAKE YOUR CHARACTER UNDERSTAND SIGN JUST BC MY CHARACTER IS MUTE (Example of what I'm okay with: Muse knows basic sign and can make small talks with Taeyong; Example of what I'm NOT okay with: Muse just so happens to know sign and has absolutely no use for it beforehand until they meet Taeyong) It makes me feel like my muse is a convenient tool for your character to be talented

about mun: you can call us cel. Born 2002, timezone is GMT +8. We go by they/he pronouns, and address ourselves with we/I interchangeably.

writing & plotting: we can do both 1st & 3rd POV, though we do prefer 3rd. Our writing techniques include descriptive, novella and purple prose. You better let us know beforehand which you prefer, or else we’ll assume you don’t mind any. In terms of genre, we’re not picky. We can go to extreme ends, so long as the plot is interesting.

activity & reply speed: Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit, sed do eiusmod tempor incididunt ut labore et dolore magna aliqua. Ut enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exercitation ullamco laboris nisi ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis aute irure dolor in reprehenderit in voluptate velit esse cillum dolore eu fugiat nulla pariatur.

• lan wooyoung | replied
• jiang ten | replied
• jiang wheein | need to reply
• lan chanyeol | need to reply

• lan hinata | shopping centre | replied
• nie sooyoung | medical counsellor’s office | replied
• nie aeri | forest | replied
• wen taehyung | hospital | replied
• jiang chaewon & wen hyunjin | brothel | chaewon’s turn