Personal Message
ANGEL WITH A HEART OF GOLD. SCARRED SOUL.
NAME: Kim Joonmyeon
AGE: 22
CLASS: Middle
OCCUPATION: Head Priest
ORIENTATION: Panual
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single
PROTECTOR: None
Joonmyeon was raised for a life as a priest. He was sheltered and taught in his extravagant home. Given all he ask for and more, Joonmyeon had the perfect childhood.
His parents were kind, loving people who taught their only child that humans had to be thankful for werewolves, that they were created to protect and to serve.
The darkness was the enemy.
When Joonmyeon turned 10, his mother was overcome by the darkness. Her werewolf tried her best to save his mother, but in the end, she was killed too. The darkness made his mother attack her own protector and the pitiful wolf made no move to harm her master. Joonmyeon witnessed the entire bloodbath. He was the one that pulled the trigger-the one that ended it all.
The entire traumatic experience was to be kept under lock and key. No one would hear about it. They would hear the version about how poor, young Joonmyeon had seen his mother and her wolf die after an attack, but the truth would never be let out. That the wolf had died by his mother's hands, but his mother was killed by Joonmyeon's tiny, child hands.
His father remarried a kind, young wolf who took good care of Joonmyeon, even though she herself had a son by her ex-mate. She tried her best to erase the horrifying images in her step-son's nightmares, but even she-with her maternal instincts-could not.
Joonmyeon and his werewolf brother, Yixing, grew up side by side. While Joonmyeon was destined to give his life to the church, Yixing swore his life to the protection of the human race. They would fight together, but the eldest would use religion while Yixing would use force.
Sweet, inexperienced Joonmyeon has never truly experienced the world. He always has his nose buried in his books and is rather 4 dimensional if anything. However, don't let the naive smile fool you. This pure priest has gone through more hardships than you can imagine.