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KIM NAMJOON
STUDENT
EIGHTEEN
MUSICIAN
 
 
                   SON OF GHOST
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were — I have not seen As others saw — I could not bring My passions from a common spring — From the same source I have not taken My sorrow — I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone — And all I lov'd — I lov'd alone — Then — in my childhood — in the dawn Of a most stormy life — was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still — From the torrent, or the fountain — From the red cliff of the mountain — From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold — From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by — From the thunder, and the storm — And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view...
BACKGROUND
Eighteen fifty, a year where death was as common as changing one's clothes. Namjoon had just recently arrived at the New World, leaving behind a past where torture was the only thing that he and his past family had experienced. Sorrow would be a feeling of which he would possess no more. Leaving Korea had meant so much to him, a new life with new people and a new culture. He didn't want to believe the stories they said about the hard life of being an immigrant. It didn't make sense to him. He was sure he would have a better life. The life he had always wanted.
 
Effectively, a good four months later, he had already learned the language and was adopted by an American family. Indeed, the life he had always wanted. He now had three sibilings of which would include him on their little assembly and two loving parents who dearly cared for him and worried about the slightest bit of his health. Namjoon was greatful, so greatful he would have done everything to please his family. Whatever it took to make them as happy as he was to have them. The dishes were done, the rooms cleaned, the laundry washed, schoolwork returned with excellent grades, piano lessons obidiently taken. He was almost the perfect child, at least that was what his family believed.
 
Unfortunately, this caused his sibilings to grow hatred throughout the years towards Namjoon. Their parents would brag about him at family meetings, nag at them for not being as good as a child as Namjoon was. The hatred grew and grew inside their souls with each word their parents spat at them, with each action the kid would do. It was one dark and cold night, the stars mostly covered by clouds, the parents had to leave to do some final touches at work on the book they were working on. The servants were deep asleep which led the angry sibilings to take advantage of the matter and corner him in his bedroom. Namjoon's delighted expression at the sight of them changed to a perplexed one at the one of the weapons the three of them held tightly in their hands. He didn't get a chance to react. The lights went out and the sound of a loud gasp was heard along with that one knives burying into skin, one, two, three and counting times. Ragged breaths was what was last heard from Namjoon and piles of blood hitting the ground. drip, drip, drip.
 
PERSONALITY
After the tough past Namjoon had to face, it's a good thing he does not remember any of it. Not knowing about it, he has gone through the rest of the years believing he still is eighteen years old and alive. He finds it complicated that people cannot see him or hear him at times, but he has been working on letting people see him, hear him and make contact with him. Although, it does hurt him when people get terrified of his prescence, he has gotten used to it by now.
 
He has a feeling of distrust toward people, even if he's not quite sure why. As much as he tries to open up to someone, a feeling deep down tells him to never trust the person no matter how nice they might be. Even if he does not trust people he has a strong feeling of wanting to be loved and cared for and he will show this through actions, words and everything else he can do to prove it. He does love easily but still does not trust enough to give out words concerning him, instead always worrying about the other person.
 
It is difficult to receive a smile from this character, yet Namjoon does enjoy smiles from others since it makes him feel needed. He also enjoys spoiling the people he has a strong connection with, as well as protecting them. However, the people he doesn't like the prescence of, he will haunt their dreams, thoughts, and life until greatly satisfied.
 
MY ONE AND ONLY
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STORY PLOTS
Plot one / (0/1) Fluff, might lead to romance  // Character name here;

This would be the person Namjoon has a stroung connection with. He cares for this person as much as he cares for himself. Always protecting the person and making sure no harm is done to them. It might get to the point of obsession, for he never leaves this person's side. He feels that he is in love with this person and can get possessive as well. Yet, he does not mean any harm but protection.
 
Plot two / (0/1) // Character name here;

Under Co.

 
Plot three / (0/1) Genre // Character name here;

Under Co.