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basic information

full name: ryeo junghwa.
faceclaim name: kim taehyung.
age: 27 years old.
Date of Birth: december 30, 1995.
Place of Birth: Gyeonghuigung.
usual residence: Gyeonghuigung.
current location: TBD when rp open
rank: royalty.
occupation: first born prince. partial lead palace historian and colonel of the fire nation air force.

personality information

zodiac: capricorn, wood pig.
mbti: istj — the logistician.
temperament: choleric.
element: earth, fire.
**by element, i don't mean his allegience or where he was born. i'm referring to his personality tendencies; junghwa is steadfast and strong like earth but he also displays the ruthlessness, aggression and passion of fire.

bending information

bender?: yes.
level SEE BELOW

SMOKE SCREEN (8) — TO BE EXPANDED ON

ENERGY READING (6) — TO BE EXPANDED ON

FIERY WEAPONS (7) — TO BE EXPANDED ON

JET STEPPING (8) — TO BE EXPANDED ON

FIRE AUGMENTATION (15) — tO BE EXPANDED ON

LIGHTNING (7) — TO BE EXPANDED ON
special subskills SEE BELOW

blue flames

romantic information

s. Orientation: biual ( closeted ).
r. Orientation: biromantic (closeted).
Relationship Status: tbd.

appearance

Height: 1.79m.
Weight: 76kg.
body shape: inverted triangle ( broad shoulders, wider chest with slim waist and hips ).
tonality: lean, his legs are extraordinarily long; giving him a model-esque stature. while he may not have an eight pack, junghwa is a muscular young man, his muild suggesting one of accuracy and sharpness over brute force.
Hair Color: rich black with soft mulberry undertones, especially under the sun. his hair is naturally curly and hangs over his ears, framing his rather angular face with an unexpected softness.
Eye Color: warm amber.
Piercings: simple dual studs on both ears.
Tattoos: none.
Scars: tbd - probably burn scars because duh, firebender.
Clothing Style: refined, tradition-inspired, avant-garde inspired, classic, militant. examples linked below; select symbols( separated for ease of clicking )

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character background.

Ryeo Junghwa was born into tempest.

The birth of Ryeo Junghwa was a happy day for the fire nation, their firstborn prince already the jewel of the nation's heart as he took his first cries, held in the warm embrace of his mother, who couldn't hide the expression of anxiety, despite the reassurance from her doctors and husband that her baby was a lovely, healthy little boy.

It wasn't that she worried about.

Her fears were only exacerbated as time passed, and Junghwa... Well, he was more like her then she had anticipated. The spitting image of her, and with her robust disposition, even as a toddler, he was a wild toddler that thought he could take on the world. To his nation, he was passionate and fierce; he was what the fire nation stood for. To his parents, he was a stark reminder of history repeating itself.

How Junghwa was raised was vastly different to his siblings.

Expectations weighed him down. There was nothing he could do right in his parent's eyes; his mother would always watch him with scorn, and his father wouldn't even look at him at all; the difficulty of falling out of love with his wife resulted in a reluctance to interact with the one child who took after her most. The only affection he gave or received came from his younger brother, whom Junghwa cherished. It was only when rough-housing between the two boys was deemed too rough that Junghwa was chastised for not setting a proper example for his younger siblings.

Junghwa retreated into himself, he'd made just one too many mistakes this time, and if he was going to be a good son, he needed to stop ing it up.

He dedicated himself to his lessons, he worked on awakening his fire-bending abilities(to no avail). His limited friendship circle didn't matter; Junghwa had discovered they weren't really his friends; they were paid to interact with him, so he had little difficulty cutting them off.

He was perfect.

Until he met him.

What followed was hushed whispers behind library shelves and false promises of visiting each other after he had returned to his home country, ones that both of them knew would never be fulfilled, but it made their hearts swell, so they did not care. It was innocent, wonderful, and never crossed any boundaries. Junghwa thought that maybe, just maybe, he didn't have to be perfect anymore.

He was happy.

Then Junghwa's happiness was ripped away.

It was a conversation that Junghwa was never supposed to hear, one that he hadn't purposefully sought out, but with small hands clamped across his mouth as he hid behind a partially closed door, he listened as the one person he thought understood him most of all... Betray him. Junghwa's tears were hot; his throat squeezed so tightly as he refrained from sobbing, but he made himself known by accident, the creak from the door the loudest thing in the world as he was revealed from his hiding spot.

Junghwa remembered running, he remembered not caring about the horrified cries after him, he remembered not thinking about the fiery trail left in his wake; not until his heart seared, it scalded him from the inside out, an inferno rising until he was hidden in his room and flames at his very being. He didn't remember finally screaming, crying out to make it stop, to make it all stop, when it engulfed him.

All that remained was a skeleton. A husk.

His heart was stripped raw. The armoire was a burnt crisp. His skin mottled, melted. The artwork cinders. Great shadows of terror, destruction, of sorrow, and grief, swallowed Junghwa in black.

Nobody would ever know what caused such anguish. Junghwa would not speak of the reason for his hysterics, not even to his mother and father, who, for once, showed genuine compassion towards his eldest son as he healed in the hospital.

Junghwa wouldn't return home for many months. When he finally did, he was nothing like he was before. He was worse. He snarled, raged, and lashed at anybody who attempted to give him kindness until he was finally granted his wish: to heal in peace.

Eventually, his violent self would settle, and although he no longer posed a severe threat to hurt anyone, his silence was warning enough that anyone who crossed him would swiftly meet their retribution. Junghwa would become the perfect little mould that so many had known him to be before but... it was different.

He was different.

but it was ok, junghwa would carry on with his duties, exceeding the expectations of all because one day, this struggle would be worth it.

all until a fateful decision was made:

ryeo junghwa would never be king.

Quotes to go in profile here.

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personality information

summary

Junghwa's full personality is to be determined and expanded over the next week; for now, i've put down the 'typical' istj traits. some are more accurate then others, some traits are not included and others need to be added.

positive
Honest and Direct — Strong-willed and Dutiful — Practical — Jack-of-all-trades。

neutral
Always by the Book。

negative
Judgmental — Stubborn — Insensitive — Often Unreasonably Blame Themselves。

likes

decadent food — having his hair played with — travelling the world — puzzles; jigsaw, logic, etc. — french press coffee — acoustic and western/traditional folk music — christmas — cold weather — soft fabrics such as velvet, silks, etc — steel jewellery — traditional arts — the colour maroon — dark coloured spirits — spicy food。

dislikes

poor quality or bland food and drink — being caught off guard — confined spaces — awkward small talk — movies and tv shows that are too dark (like, literally too dark. the screen is basically black) — inaccurate history — tradition being snubbed or insulted — horror movies — anti-ryeo propaganda and sentiments。

hobbies

going for long walks or runs in the early morning — academia (historical and theoretical research, essay writing, attending conferences with professors and lecturers, etc) — collecting historical antiques — trying new restaurants around the world — taking part in tea ceremonies or barista lessons — reading。

fears

the ocean ( can't swim - this is a secret ) — failing to meet his mothers expectations。

connection

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