˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝘆𝗺𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗿𝘆.

[leviathan.]

fearful symmetry.

—what immortal hand or eye

could frame thy

FAUST'S CHARACTER BANK.

hi my name is faust (they/them), and this is where i keep track of all my characters. although i'm not as active on this site as i used to be, i still do come around and revamp my character thread once in a while because it's relaxing af to do. constructive critique is ok but should be relegated to PMs. please do not post here. the characters shown in this thread are not open to RP requests, as they are just here for taking record/archival purposes. thank you for understanding!

verses.
001 HAMARTIA
genres: superpowers, cyberpunk, dystopian

welcome to the age of superheroes. after a massive bio-weapon attack on the eve of 20XX in the city of Hong Kong, China leaves a third of the world dead in the devastating aftermath, it also left 70% of the surviving infected population...irrevocably changed. say goodbye to whatever you once knew, because humanity is about to birth a new age — or destroy themselves in the process.

002 NE PUERO GLADIUM
genres: epic fantasy, political intrigue, adventure

behold the Unraveling of the Heavens, the death of a vagrant, and the demise of a revolution.
the life and times of the boy warlord of ishad-ur, and the revolution that plots against him.

003 SKYBOUND
genres: epic fantasy, steampunk, adventure

in which the Fair Folk are not in another realm of existence, but mere thousands of metres up in the sky. the tale of the dueling pirate court-guilds of the Seelie & Unseelie, and the rising tempers of the earthbound humans that are caught between the middle, a victim of fey airship raids and the pillaging of their homes.

004 THE ACADEMY OF ST. CYPRUS
genres: dark academia, political, occult, alt history, lovecraftian

the year is 1889, the 187th year of our Good Queen Elizabeth of Unlondon, the greatest citystate of the Old World. the Academy of St. Cyprus for Excellent Boys, simply known as 'The Academy' to most, is one of the most prestigious secondary schools in the Marrowbone Alliance. The richest of the rich send their heirs to the school in hopes that they come out men about town, and most of them do. all of them come back changed.

the Academy is not a simple school, and those who attend are not simply students—the school boasts the most robust (and deadly) occult curriculum in all of Old World, and produces the most adept eldritch scholars and duelists in the world.

try not to offend anyone during your stay.

005 GUTS/GLORY
genres: realistic, romance, modern

in 20XX, XX Entertainment came out with a hit new boy group. headed by two rising-star vocalists, the group, GLORY, topped charts and gathered a fanbase that crossed nations and languages. life was good! (except it wasn't). stifled by the image they were expected to keep up and the crushing debt and expectations of the job, the two leads of GLORY made a pact to become independent from their label and strike out on their own. but when faced with the threat of being blacklisted and becoming penniless, one of them cracks under the pressure and throws the other one under the bus. it's years later—the one who stayed is at the top of the charts, the sole lead of the thriving GLORY, and the one who didn't works a shitty day job and is a small-time vocalist in a failing underground band. (can you tell i know nothing about kpop? because i know nothing about kpop.)

006 HUBRIS: BLOOD OF KINGS
genres: modern, fantasy, greek mythology

the world of hubris is not unlike our own, but it does have one key divergence: gods and monsters, turned contemporary, roam the earth.
it's 20XX. there's the internet, phones—the world has made countless advancements since the days of old, where one had to send a prayer to make sure they lasted the winter. humankind no longer needs to depend on divine intervention to live—they have become gods unto themselves.

but every age, no matter how far-flung into the future, needs its heroes.

(camp half-blood but make it a university + considerably more gritty.)

007 book of hours
genres: lovecraftian, alt history, historical, horror

welcome to the city of unlondon, the smog-ridden, dark, almost nightmarish centre of the old world. a place where both the highs and lows of humanity mingle with grimdark horrors and the edges of eldritch truths, unlondon is lit from within by gaslamp fervor and the unfathomable stink of desperation and the elusive arcane. it's hard enough to survive here, and even harder to leave.

may the half-gods who reside here not hold you in their eye, and may the hours that pass not take you, gently, like a lover, to your unmarked grave.

characters.

+ jackson wilhelmina, HAMARTIA
a top hero disillusioned and corrupted by the reality of superheroism.

+ michael london - HAMARTIA
damaged, agoraphobic vigilante that only comes out at night.

+ rahi woolfe - HAMARTIA
citizen turned unintentional villain — you know what they say about the road to hell.

+ emyr al damiekos - NE PUERO GLADIUM
the boy warlord who likes playing conqueror rather than perfecting statecraft.

+ istus ju-l'id - NE PUERO GLADIUM
the advisor and childhood friend of emyr. moonlights as one of the core masterminds of the rebellion.

+ mai kuhn - SKYBOUND
impoverished stowaway on an unseelie ship seeking the fae that killed their mother.

+ perle - SKYBOUND
the captain of the Ish, one of the most feared ships in the Unseelie.

+ bailey eidon - ST. CYPRUS
of the hallowed house of eidon. a bright young gentleman with a penchant for collecting.

+ peter monteger - ST CYPRUS
a coward.

+ haneul song - GUTS/GLORY
former vocalist/rapper of GLORY. works as a convenience store manager by day, warehouse labor on the weekends, and the frontman of GUTS, an underground alt band.

+ jason choi - GUTS/GLORY
lead vocalist of GLORY. he's wildly successful, but sometimes, it doesn't feel like it.

+ luna hwang - HUBRIS
the airheaded outcast and an elite apparent at Empyrean.

+ freya wells - HUBRIS
the bitter genius relegated to the outskirts, a rising star of MORTALIZE.

BOA
cezur iii

 

[leviathan.]

jack wilhelmina.

— sometimes

i can't sleep at night

nyr's top superhero. 28. . code-name PSYCHE.

jackson wilhelmina is a mouthful to say. his full name is even worse: jackson maximilian wilhelmina iii. it comes with the pedigree, he supposes. having an heiress-turned-heroine as a mother, a star among stars, and the businessman monolith that was his father, the blood in him ran bright blue, WASPS all the way down.

and who was he to break tradition?
jackson was never the type to reject comfort.

being born with not one, but two silver spoons in his mouth, the monumental expectations were, well, to be expected.

his childhood could be described with one word: scheduled. up at 6am, a specialized breakfast in accordance to his diet, then off to his private lessons, networking with his mother, then a photoshoot and judo lessons and so on and so forth, checked off with a punctual tick, tick tick.

he was being raised to be the perfect heir to two empires, the prodigal son, and jackson knew and accepted it wholeheartedly.

because who in their right mind would refuse that much power when it was offered?

except it wasn't his — and when he reached his teens, he knew it.

merely a pawn, a puppet in his parents' grand schemes. the gazes of his mother and father when he accomplished something, won something, did something, were not ones of pride, but ones of appraisal.

how much is this son of ours worth?

the answer was: a lot, but everything has its price.

but what could he do? even as he noticed that his training never revolved around leadership, merely following orders, the way that his father's business partners only feigned interest in him as if he was a passing fad, the way that in his parent's will, he would only be left with a small stake in his mother's company and a modest trust instead of the bulk of the estate.

there was obviously a reason why. jackson's parents were never people who did anything without cause. cold, calculating, snakes in ice.

Good Kid
Former Vandal

 

[leviathan.]

michael london.

ANGEL

closeted homosexual

male

part-time vigilante

i have nothing but the truth.

WHO ARE YOU?

the londons were a quiet, stifled kind of family. a cross hung in every room, statues of jesus on the mantle, and without fail, a well-worn bible on the nightstand, its pages slightly dog-eared from how much it was reviewed and read. pray before you eat, or else you'll be punished severely. say grace before bed, or else mother would be displeased, and so would their lord and savior. do not take the lord's name in vain, or else father will make use of his belt.

this was the home michael london was born into. and like his family, he was quiet. stifled.

but there was love there amongst the fear of god — 1 corinthians & ephesians & proverbs made sure of that.

michael's childhood was filled with rulers meeting swollen knuckles, nuns with serious faces and sharp tongues, dry mouth after praying too many rosaries, the feel of velvet as he confesses in a trembling voice to a priest he can't see on the other side — but it was also filled with his father's rough hand tousling his hair, homemade breakfast and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, of his mother's soft voice reading to him parables and occasionally, even some arthurian legend.

ABILITY: CONFESSIONAL

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VISAGE

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[leviathan.]

lukas watanabe.

— it's not paranoia

if they're really out to get you.

THE THEORIST. 18. . north america division.

IDENTIFICATION
Full name: lukas harold watanabe
Code name: ICARUS
Region of origin: north america

FILE
Age: newly 18
Gender identity: male, he/him
Sexual orientation: home of sexual
Ethnicity: japanese-white
Nationality: american
Religion: agnostic, usually. sometimes it vacillates whenever he goes through a philosophical phase. converted to buddhism and back in his early teens, was a devout christian a la kierkegaard when he was 12. like i said, it vacillates. currently, he's pondering the merits of henotheism.

Face Claim: none. to that end, there are no good photos of lukas starting from the age of 7. he hates being photographed or catalogued or known in any regard. once wrestled a classmate to the ground (a feat for his noodly ass) for her phone and forcibly deleted a hastily taken snapchat with him in the background in middle school. no one really talked to him after that.
Height: six foot one
Weight: malnourished. 153 lbs
Physical Build: like an uncooked chicken. soft in the middle.
Hair: stringy black
Eyes: brown. nondescript. he wears glasses — blocky ones, generic.
Skin: smattering of acne and pale. he has a few stick and pokes on his legs from a 3am manic episode and he has a habit doodling on his skin in sharpie or pen when he's bored. you can probably see a faded grocery list or mathematical equation on the back of his hand.

Skills: polyglot fluent in english, japanese, russian, chinese, modern standard arabic, and korean. conversational in dari and urdu. rusty in french and spanish. learning persian for a project.
research analysis and articulation proficient in interpreting high volumes of intelligence and writing large-scale reports. fluent in multiple citation styles though the majority of his original work lives in the dark recesses of obscure online forums or has yet to see the light of day. he's submitted several papers for consideration to multiple journals, but they've been rejected on basis of his age & layman identity as well as the absurd conclusions they draw, no matter how backed up by data and rationally put they were. (and there was also the question of where he got his figures from. some of his intelligence gathering isn't exactly legal).
information security skills proficient in some areas of IT, including mid to high level hacking skills, mostly in breaching sites and cracking software. don't expect him to take down a network, but when he wants information behind a wall, lukas will weasel his way to it, no matter what.
dogged pursuit for the truth if you have information that lukas wants, be prepared to give it to him. he devises elaborate schemes to get the intelligence he wants from people he's never met, from pretending to be a student at their daughter's school to emailing from a spoofed address and if that doesn't work, expect your workphone to be inundated with calls, your socials to blow up with unread direct messages, and maybe you'll find a twitchy 18 year old boy who got your home address off google maps at your doorstep shouting at you to give him the drafts to a 2008 paper you wrote on the Ukrainian poppy. he's almost had charges pressed against him, multiple times, but that doesn't stop him. at all.
cryptographic experience lukas is paranoid. he hides his work in ciphers. unfortunately, he tends to leave his keys lying around.
excellent recall the human brain can have a data capacity of about 10-100 terabytes and lukas is determined to milk it for all it's worth.

Dominant Hand: ambidextrous he learned how to do it because what if he gets kidnapped or his left arm gets amputated or a cool boy at his school would think he's cool too if he could use both hands maybe colin would say that's really cool, dude and then he would say oh really i didn't realize except he totally did that's why he learned how to do it and he would give him a fistbump and then they would make out and also because he was tired of his fingers cramping when he was using scissors.

DISPOSITION
Personality: he's a freak <3
but for real. he's annoying, he's not anything special, and he doesn't have any remarkable dispositional advantages. dude is a twitchy 18 year old who still acts like he's 17, no matter how smart he is.

MEDICAL
Vision: close to 20/20, he wears glasses to obscure his face.
Blood Type: AB, universal recipient
Physical conditions: not up to snuff, i would say. days of not sleeping and forgetting to eat will do that to you.
Mental conditions: short story, he wouldn't pass a psych eval if his life depended on it. long story, some repressed stuff, undiagnosed adhd, + has a bad, bad case of anxiety.
Vice(s): energy drinks, those little tappy pay-to-play rpg phone games, adrenaline, tiktok compilations and gossip.

BIOGRAPHY
History: born to ichigo watanabe and carol lee.
they divorced when he was 2, they had school year-summer split custody arranged, but when lukas was 7, carol won full custody.
ichigo said he'd visit, but it's been 11 years since, and he still hasn't come back! on a particularly sad 5am bender when he was 14 lukas tracked his dad down on the internet and found out that he's happily remarried with a 4 year old and another baby on the way and there's no mention of lukas anywhere on his socials, ever. but it's ok! he's suppressed this memory so hard that he probably wouldn't remember finding this out even if you told him about it! nice! score one for compartmentalization! so he's still waiting for his dad to come back.
grew up in a single parent household with unsupervised access to the computer, the television, and the public library next door. his natural circadian rhythm didn't stand a chance.
his adolescence was a blur of one hyperfixation to the next and his room was perpetually a trainwreck, filled with notes and sheafs of paper and messily written theories on smudged white board. lukas took an interest in the dirty, soft underbelly of international affairs and business, the players behind the stage. watergate was just a conspiracy theory at first, you know? things that most people would dismiss as conjecture, lukas would latch onto, sifting for the single grain of truth among the falsehoods.
by 17, lukas had a full file cabinet of his conjecture on current international politics and made himself into a very prominent name in the obscure, underground conspiracy/mystery forums he's frequented since the age of 11 and has also got himself on about seventeen different government watchlists due to his shenanigans. (still no friends to sit with at the lunch table, though!)
he caught carbon's attention after one of his theories entered into the mainstream after one of his online posts went viral and forced the government of ukraine as well as certain arms of the english government to spend billions trying to cover their tracks, as his Red bull fueled conspiracy theories hit a little too close to home.

hai domo ai chann toe akari chann!
coa white

 

[leviathan.]

michael kirk.

a up-and-coming but deeply broken vigilante, michael is obsessed with ridding the world of liars and devils. which is to say, nearly everyone in NYR. too bad he can barely go outside in daylight without breaking down at the threshold of his door.

at night though, it’s a different story.

his exploits are aided by the fact that anyone within a 10 foot radius of michael becomes unable to lie.

his exploits are hindered by the fact that michael cannot turn it off.

and the world, when stripped of pretense, is a terrible place.

cyberpunk, crime, modern, superpowers — cs available upon request.

 

[leviathan.]

johnny sykes.

johnathan sykes was raised by monkeys on an extravagant island manor in the caymans. or so he says.

it is more true than you would think.

he'll tell you to call him johnny if he likes you.

most people call him sykes.

johnny sykes swears up and down that he lost his hand in a barfight defending some poor maiden off the coast of turks and caicos.

this is a lie. mr. sykes was found with his left hand missing on the third floor of the museum of modern art, midtown manhattan, after hours, more than two thousand kilometres away from his home.

no one knows how he got there, least of all him.

johnny will tell any starstruck freshman that will listen that he tried to run away from the academy four times on his first day.

this is also a lie. it was actually six times.

johnathan sykes is a liar. it's true, and you can tell him so. but he'll only shrug with an airy aren't we all? before disappearing in a blur of mist.

here's some wise words: you can't catch thieves who teleport. they'll always have solid alibis.

---

an errant class clown with the added danger of being able to teleport instantaneously.

modern, academia, supernatural — cs available upon request.

 

[leviathan.]

deacon lovewell.

there is a fine line between living and merely subsisting, and you have crossed it long ago.

your path is one of menial drudgery, of passing the days by glassy-eyed in a haze of opium if you can afford it—the cheap kind, right around the corner from the hospital.
On the weekends, you often see your fellow porters lurking in the smoky corners of the den, splayed and pliant on one of the ratty chaises or maybe gambling away all their wages as they get drunk off the fumes.

you make it a point to not catch their notice, fleeing as soon as you get your tincture.

you hide their sunken faces and curled lips and dead eyes unto yourself, and sometimes, at night, they appear in the space between your eyelids, flickering past as you try in vain to sleep.

-

you hide.

it is an instinct in you, a rat in your cage of the body curling up on itself in the dark meat of your heart, shying away from light. you move with it—the rat—your fingers curled into wretched claws, your hair a curtain around your face, your back hunched as your beady eyes strain to avoid any stray glances.

no one cares to look. it is one of your few virtues.

gazes slide over you like slick oil, and even the particularly observant only pause on your form to give you a mildly disdainful once-over.

after all these years, it barely even registers.

---

deacon lovewell is a sparrow-hearted wretch of a man, one of the many that reside in the shadowy tenements of unlondon, and an emerging vassal of the eldritch deities who rule the city with a velvet maw.

lovecraftian horror, alternate history, victorian gothic — cs pending.

 

[leviathan.]

kennyth weir.
we're not in kansas anymore.
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[leviathan.]

aristes shacklebolt.
rise.
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[leviathan.]

viper.
when i say brooklyn, stand up,
you better just fix your posture.
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[leviathan.]

luna hwang.
i met a traveler from an antique land.
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[leviathan.]

basics.

psyche.

history.

visage.

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  felix song.

  ❝ o, mr. bright-eyed melancholy ! ❞

  
  
  
  
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  basics.

  the smartest dumbass you'll ever meet.

  HELLO, BABY!
  
  his name is FELIX SONG. some call him X, but most call him felix, even if they're not close—felix is just one of those people you're on first name basis with, no matter what. he identifies as STRAIGHT, but that may be because of his upbringing.
  
  he's newly 20 YEARS OLD, born and bred in LA, one of those boys straight from the koreatown district, raised up from a run-down apartment with his strict father, timid stepmother, and his two half-brothers. he's a LEO, and smiles when the more astrologically inclined campers give him the eye for it.
  
  he's a kid of ATHENA, and HEAD COUNSELOR of the cabin, but his relationship with his godly mother leaves much to be desired.

  
  
  
  
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  psyche.

  how can you sleep at night?

  BARE MY SOUL.
  
  felix is more like his father than he'd care to admit.
  
  virtues.
  social butterfly
  felix is easy to talk to. it's one of the reasons he's head counselor. a great shoulder to cry on and spill your secrets to, he's the type of person that seems like an old friend even if you've only known him for a day. he gets along with almost everyone he meets, unobtrusive and friendly, and is often sought after to break up arguments or to give advice. the dude is everyone's best friend—yours too, even if you don't know it yet. to that end, felix acts as sort of a big brother figure to his campers and is almost overprotective of them and their well-being. demigods gotta stick together, you know?
  
  hakuna matata
  a man that goes with the flow, felix is highly adaptable to even the most adverse of conditions. he's rigged a shitty AM radio to receive one-way transmission so his campers could listen to music and keep up with current events from within the camp without alerting monsters. dude also is somehow up to date on ALL the latest tik-tok trends despite almost never being home, for some insane reason. he's like one of those twitter stans that use their smart refrigerator to tweet when their parents take away their phones—where there's a will, there's a way. once got banned from capture the flag because he cut a deal with some hephaestus campers to rig non-lethal (but highly dangerous) IEDs around his flag. got around that by using up his stockpile of drachmas to iris message his team and run the game from the comfort of his cabin. improvise. adapt. overcome.
  
  keeping sharp
  even if felix doesn't consider himself an intellectual anymore, he's still forgotten way more than the average person has even known. a font of archaic facts, obscure references and inexplicable know-how, felix is still intelligent, though he wields it in a subconscious manner. most people forget that he's smart, thinking of him more sly than ingenious more of a clever fox than a wise heron. but they're wrong. felix thinks a mile a minute, and even if he doesn't excel at traditional academics anymore, it's still not a marker of his cerebral decline. while he's given up thinking herself "intelligent" and self-sabotages himself in academic pursuits, he's still quick to pick things up and learn how things work.
  
  good with his hands
  people forget that athena is the goddess of handicraft as well as war. remember her bout with arachne? felix has nimble fingers and a willingness to learn, two qualities that will get you far. all athena cabin members own at least one lovingly knitted sweater, and felix often hosts drunken 'craft nights' with the other counselors, and many of his felt and needle creations decorate the austere bookshelves in his cabin. he's also good with mechanics, having been a member of the robotics team at school and having worked part-time in his father's auto-repair shop when he was younger. felix often swipes spare parts from the hephaestus cabin's scrap pile to aid in his own whimsical creations, like the much-hated communal alarm clock in the athena cabin he handbuilt and reinforced with carbon steel.
  
  vices
  sleep is for the weak
  felix does not take care of himself, for all he takes care of others. for days, he forgets to eat, or doesn't want to, and nap during the day he might, sleep does not come often in his bed at night. the only reasons why he hasn't collapsed from exhaustion are the cafeteria's robust health shakes and the nights spent sleeping outside or in someone else's bed.
  
  honey, i've shrunk my self-esteem!
  felix is not an insecure person, but his intelligence is a sore spot. having gotten rusty in his academics and not getting enough sleep or food has taken its toll on the way he perceives himself. he is slower to come up with a witty comeback, and can only laugh along when someone makes a joke or reference he doesn't understand. he's just not smart anymore. felix is hyper-conscious about how people perceive him and tends to internalize it, unconsciously leaning into the "the only dumb athena kid" persona even more than he already was, finding it easier to just fall in line than try to buck expectations.
  
  all bark
  felix can't help it—he gets loud when he's angry. it's a trait he gets from his father, and one he tries desperately to keep under wraps. felix is generally even-keeled and good-tempered, but prepare to get an earful when he's truly pissed.
  
  the asian male experience
  felix is not immune to the traditional cultural expectations and pressures of his korean family and friends and performing toxic masculinity, babey! emotionally repressed, hasn't cried since he was 5, is sort of toxic sometimes when it's late and he hasn't slept, and is kind of a flaky boyfriend.
  
  abilities (strengths)
  eidetic memory & high intellect dude is smart even if he is kind of a dumbass now
  warcraft proficiency bro is good at the fighty, using the environment to his advantage is his speciality
  mechanical/craft proficiency see 'good with his hands'
  magic resistance illusions? tricky tricks? not on him! (most of the time)
  
  weaknesses
  athena's disapproval dear old mom is disappointed in him. felix does not receive aid or gifts from his godly parent anymore. don't count on her to save his dumb ass from any peril.
  non-confrontational passive. only enacts violence as retaliation. sometimes, though, it's too late.
  dizzy spells felix may be trained for battle, but he doesn't eat to support his lifestyle. expect him to be weak in the knees or fighting with a killer headache.
  
  likes
  his campers, sleeping, winning, crafting, getting fucked up, listening to music
  
  dislikes
  not sleeping, anything where he has to sit still for more than a minute, not being able to not sit still, being able to sit still, complete silence
  
  fears
  everyone has them, but he has more than most.
  
  ailments
  disordered eating, ADHD, mild depression, and PTSD.

  
  
  
  
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  HISTORY.

  oh, how the mighty have fallen.

  TRAGEDY, PERSONIFIED.
  felix has been at the camp since the age of 14, left at 17 for college, and came back at 18 after he dropped out.
  
  his weapon of choice is a shotgun with celestial bronze bullets. it's a standard issue weapon that he's signed out of the residential armory.
  
  his former weapon of choice was a gift from his mother, a sword named erasmus (because, at 14, felix was a pretentious little shit), made of celestial bronze and enchanted quartz. when struck or swung against something hard enough, erasmus is able to produce a bright light that completely blinds opponents for up to 5 minutes (though lingering effects last up to an hour) because of its triboluminescent properties. when repeatedly exposed to its light for a prolonged period of time without any eye protection, erasmus has permanent blinding effects. this is the reason why felix used to wear tinted sports glasses all the time.
  
  backstory.
  
  felix song was left on the doorstep of one dae jung song, a phd candidate at radcliffe finishing up his capstone.
  
  originally heading straight for the orphanage or perhaps to one of his relatives, a visit from athena prompted him to do his fatherly obligation.
  dae jung dropped out of his PhD program and headed into the workforce to support his family of two, and the man never quite got over that.
  
  he grew up under the california sun and was the apple (?) of his emotionally repressed father's eye (well, in that he was bragged about when he wasn't around to family friends, his aunts cooed about him during video calls, and his friend's parents constantly used him as an example of a perfect kid). was a budding kevin nguyen and a straight-a student on track for that asian parent approved dream life. played soccer, was the prez of model un, and was generally living la vida loca.
  
  then he almost got nerfed by a lesser chimera, lost a lot of weight, got severely traumatized but y'know he got taken away to a fun happy summer camp and got told that he was a genius and a demigod and basically The Best, and who was he to contradict? he was pretty awesome, so it tracked. he met his mother, she gave him a cool ass weapon and it was all just so fucking chill and everything so everything was fine for a bit.
  
  then he had to go back to school, but it was ok, he was trained for any monsters coming his way, he was fine.
  and for a while, it was. felix excelled in high school, even if he'd lost all his bulk (and, with his newfound eating habits, wasn't on track to gain it back in a meaningful way) and had some gnarly scars that still throb under his shirt. being in a cabin full of smarties had really upped his game, and so had the intense physical training that melted off what little baby fat he had after the chimera encounter. life was good, alternating between camp half-blood & school, getting accepted to MIT, and getting his girlfriend to go to prom with him in the best way possible (hacking the school sign out front to ask the big question when she drove past). felix song was living the charmed life. boba after school, sneaky kisses in the halls, glowing recommendation letters by teachers, golden boy hours.
  
  was.
  
  all that repressed trauma came back to bite him in the ass when he started MIT. suddenly, he was in an extremely high pressure environment and his identity as a demigod didn't really matter as much as his gpa, and it was all late nights and not eating and struggling to keep his rank as top of class and killing monsters that show up at 3am when he's jittery and tired and whoops turns out that as many scholarships as he won, he still had to pay off about 30% by himself, and his dad had two other kids to take care of, so TAing with a part-time job it was! and if he started taking less of his adderall than usual, was it anyone's business? and if desperate students with shaky hands and hoods pulled up were seen coming in and out of his dorms, was it really a concern?
  
  and he kind of realized that his godly mom was a dick that tried to make up for 14 years of abandonment and struggling in a shitty LA flat with his fam with a cool sword and the worst part is that it almost worked. really, most godly parents were dicks, he realized at one point after he woke up on one of the campus benches with tear tracks cold on his face (but that wasn't right, felix hasn't cried since he was five), like they were patent dickheads that were so removed from the sour mess of humanity that all their problems seemed distant. athena could kill him right now and it wouldn't even matter, he was expendable. they all were. i mean, they were half-human right? half-disposable. and full mortals? just some lemmings they could get their rocks off to.
  
  what a shitty world.
  
  anyway, felix's freshman year was a blur of feeling sick to the stomach, being put on probation, and his mother's disappointed grey eyes staring at him in his nightmares.
  
  he dropped out after an explosive fight over his dropping grades with his father (and mother, who, for once, decided to show up in his life), and went back to camp half-blood so the campers could have someone to lean on, because as well-intentioned as some gods are, they are largely terrible parents, and the best parents already kind of fuck you up so that's saying something.
  
  relationships within the cast are non-existent. hit me up!
  
  his theme is pork soda by glass animals.
  
  interview with a vampire idiot
  
  "between camp half-blood and camp jupiter, who’d win capture the flag? why?"
  
  felix: what kind of question is that
  felix: well definitely win
  felix: half-blood nation yessir
  felix: although
  felix: i did get pulled out last week for attempted bribing
  felix: so idk if well still win without me lol
  
  "what do you think is behind all the weird stuff that’s been happening lately?"
  
  felix: dude
  felix: theres ALWAYS weird stuff hapepening
  felix: happening
  felix: do u expcet me to keep track???
  felix: nah
  felix: i got a cabin full of kiddies to worry about
  felix: let the big three deal with that shit im not getting my ass involved
  
  "how do you want to be remembered after you die?"
  
  felix: i'll never die
  
  "what was the happiest moment of your life?"
  
  felix: when i finally got cured of my sugma
  
  "there’s a shooting star over there! quick, make a wish!"
  
  felix: oh man
  felix: and its not even august yet
  felix: i dont rlly have a wish
  felix: you know what they say
  felix: blessed is he who expects nothing for he shall never be disappointed
  felix: nicki minaj said that

  
  
  
  
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  VISAGE.

  birdbone and sparrow gaze.

  STOP STARING AT MY FACE!
  
  felix song stands at an impressive 6 FOOT ONE, relative to his father, who stands at a mere 5"9'. his build is LANKY and SLIGHTLY MALNOURISHED, making him look taller than he is, but still SOMEWHAT STRONG from the camp's brutal survival training.
  
  felix has BLACK-GREY EYES that look perpetually sleep-ridden and TOUSLED & DYED BROWN HAIR, with full lips, a square jaw that goes into a tapered glass chin, and an overbite that leaves his mouth hanging slightly open when he's resting—for this reason, felix has sky blue adult braces on both rows of teeth, making him appear younger than he actually is. he was supposed to get them tightened months ago, but in light of recent circumstances, he's forgotten to make an appointment.
  
  felix has long-healed SCARS on his knuckles on both hands, as well as a particularly nasty one his upper clavicle and on his calves. when asked by wide-eyed newbies, he says he got them while fighting a manticore. a good half of them always believe it.
  
  he also has scars that are usually hidden under his clothes, but you'll have to buy him dinner first if you want to know more.
  
  as for TATTOOS, felix has a stick & poke kiss me on his bottom lip, as well as a lop-sided happy face on his ankle. nothing particularly of note—he got both of them at the height (or rather, rock bottom) of his fall from grace.
  
  faceclaim: park taemin