kingsport, tennessee

estp-a

7w8

(christian yu)

art nouveau, art deco, cheap beer and expensive vodka, his motorcycle 'athena' (a gunpowder grey ducati panigale v4), punk music, soul food, horror, tarot.

long periods of silence, red wine, snow, thunderstorms, mushrooms, false niceties, romantasy "novels". 

drawing & doodling, working on his bike, religious & historical research, cooking & hosting, museum visits, road trips.

smoker, hellenistic pagan, bachelor's in ancient history, runs hot most of the time, tattooed, multiple piercings (ears, nose, tongue), astraphobic, southern gentleman with an accent to match.

born the middle child and only son to an american mother and korean father was not the tragedy most movies might make it out to be. instead of neglect and abuse, altair faced a healthy dose of disinterest and half-assed hums in response to all of his achievments. the lack of attention, at least the kind that altair wanted, ended with him acting up in middle and high school; a few years of him smoking behind the bleachers and never doing his assignments and his parents finally decided their son was worthy of their attention - even if said attention was in the way of being scolded and punished.

the end of the need for affection came with altair applying for college; instead of following in his older sister's footsteps and becoming a lawyer or sharing his younger sister's enthusiasm for politics, he threw himself headfirst into studies of ancient history, getting lost in the world of greeks and romans long gone. the choice in a major they deemed 'useless' did not please altair's parents and ultimately lead to him cutting off most contact with those two, only ever coming back home to see his sisters.

it was during his time at college that he discovered his love for art and his hand for linework and design - and all of that while drunk at a party, getting his first and to this day most horrible tattoo from a drunk man who's name he never again remembered. the little obsession with body modifications came naturally, like so many of altair's interests, and remains strong to this day.

after working in his field for a whole whooping two years, stuck in a lifeless research job, altair made the decision to throw everything away, unhappy with the cushy comfort he fell into - within a month he quit his stable job, moved into a much smaller apartment and was elbows deep in his tattoo artist apprenticeship.

that fateful moment being now almost ten years in the past, altair found himself in wineport, the dream of his own studio finally coming true - "celestial canvas" is his pride and joy, a place just waiting to be fillled with memories and new creations. were one to ask him, he'd name the location and the small flat above the shop as his reasons for the move; though, it does seem like this is not the full and complete truth.

 

→26 ooc. they/he. gmt+1
→healthcare worker / shift worker. very irregular online times.
→please do not send me reply reminders. i keep track of all my replies, i am just incredibly busy. bothering me about them will just make me want to drop the conversations. heart emoji.
→english is my 3rd language. sorry.