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[ while i laze around and cry bc im too lazy to fanci-fy my profile, have this ]
Name: Kim Jaejoong
Age: 28
Orientation: Biual
Worker or Flawed: Worker
Occupation: Advanced Doctor
Background:
Nobody ever liked Kim Jaejoong.
A moment of deception here and there, and one might even like him for the briefest moment. With his breathtaking looks and mysteriously y aura, passersby may even be attracted, though they mustn’t.
His hands were stained with blood; he basked in its glory, savouring every moment he had as he elicited screams from whatever creature, cat, dog, human, that he had ‘played’ with. However, he always left them alive, yet unable to report him. He took precaution; some, he stitched their lips together; some, he conducted ’trials’ on their eyes; some, he just left to dangle outside a school with their blood trickling down. Look closely. See that manic twinkle in his eyes? The smile pulling at the corner of his lips - immaculate and flawless. He held no guilt for what he had done, even passing it off as a weekly project that his medical school required him to do. There even came a point where the murders became an issue, but this demon had managed to frame someone else.
The government considered him perfectly normal, deemed to have the right to live along with the flawless people. How he managed to slip through that despite his hopelessly psychotic mind, no one really knew, just speculated. He was born rich and powerful - it wouldn’t be a surprise if they turned a blind eye on him. Aside from the fact that he was born rich, he actually served as a decent doctor.
When he was offered a job as an Advanced Doctor, it was rather, a dream come true. Obscured behind his professional smile as he accepted the opportunity was a dark malice that stirred once again. He had been doing his little hobby in the dark; now he could experiment with their very blood in the open. He could reconstruct, destroy, toy with the patients that went by him. Oh, those sweet little fantasies drove him to the point of intoxication. Who could he ‘play’ with next?