Realistic or Modern 𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦'𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞: 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘳𝘱 - 𝙘𝙨

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we are abraham's people

the backstory.

In 1910, Moon Ji-U stood before his Presbyterian Church and declared with great vigour that we were all sons and daughters of Abraham. The room roared, exploding into songs of worship and praise. This was his crystallizing moment where he saw his future before him. Brothers and sisters, coming side by side of each other and living out the promises that their Lord had planned out for each one of them. But there was something in the way: society.

Japan had just effectively annexed Korea with the Japan-Korea Treaty, and the Japanese were starting to take the arable land. Ji-U could sense that something bigger was going to come; something much worse. So, as he stood there making his declarations, he put through his plan. They were all to sell all their belongings; sell every piece of material possession they had of this world. And that they would move into the land. They would build their own houses, hunt, grow their food, and start their own community; live the way that God had intended for them to live.

This was the beginning of Abraham’s People Community.

Over the span of one hundred years, four generations of families lived within Abraham’s People Community. No electricity, no running water, no cars, and absolutely no contact with the outside world. Those who lived in the outside world were corrupt, evil, and were not humans. Abraham’s People were the only humans left on this Earth and were replaced with the Enemy in accordance with Moon Ji-U’s teachings. That was the reason why they stayed in this town they have created for themselves.

The boys of the town spend their day at school and their free time learning how to hunt with the older men and discovering the land that they grow their crops on. The girls, however, spend their days learning how to be housewives, being educated on how to clean the house top to bottom, cook mouth-watering feasts, and how to please their future husbands. A woman’s role in the world was to bear children and to submit to her husband. The man’s role was to provide for the family and protect. This is why it was so important to whom your spouse was to be.

Every Daeboreum (The first full moon of the year; Day 15 of the Month 1), Moon Chin-Mae – the leader of Abraham’s People, which was passed down to him from his father – pairs up the selected singles within the town to be married. If you were between the ages of twenty-one and twenty-four, you were eligible. Chin-Mae has the final say in whom is matched with whom, whether people like it or not. After all, he was the chosen messenger from God. This year Daeboreum is quite special, for Chin-Mae’s only son – the future leader of Abraham’s People – was to be wed to a special someone. And once he was wedded, he would then be told all of the family secrets; to become the next leader of the people.

basics

Name
Nickname
DOB
Age
Gender
Role

appearance

Height
Weight
Hair
Eyes
Body type
Face claim

inside

Personality (plus vices and virtues)
Likes
Dislikes
Family life (Do they have sisters/brothers?)
3 Moments in their life that has led them to be where they are today.
Any other additional information you want to add in

the daughters.

the wife to be

The one the Leader deems to be the most desirable woman for his son and will bear him a grandson. All her life, her parents trained her how to stand, sit, talk, sleep, eat, drink and breathe as a housewife. Not just any housewife; but the most obedient housewife within the settlement. She knows their religion inside and out, and could walk the settlement with ease with her eyes closed. She would do anything and everything for the Leader and his family - and of course, she was over the moon to find out that she would be marrying the only son of the Leader. However, to The Son, he sees nothing but a brainwashed idiot. Marrying the Son -- taken

the revenge

This ball of fire has always been known as the settlement’s troublemaker. Always trying to go against any rules set up for them, the Revenge does what they want, when they want and where they want. Because of this radical behaviour, it has landed her family in some hot water multiple times. The Revenge never seemed to understand that for every rule they broke, their parents would have to deal with the physical beatings from the Leader. While they’ve been a wild spirit, their twin has been the polar opposite; which made them the perfect sacrifice for the Moon ceremony. After witnessing their sibling being sacrificed, The Revenge has harboured their feeling of rage and anger; waiting for that moment that she can take revenge on the people who sacrificed their twin. Marrying the Hidden -- taken

the only child

She was the miracle child of this little family. Their mother and father tried for so many years to conceive even after multiple miscarriages. The whole settlement believed that they were committing some sort of sin that was stopping them from conceiving. They were forced to repent despite having the cleanest records in all of the settlements. Finally, The Only Child was born - but with a deformity. It led the settlement to believe that the child was cursed, especially after the family could no longer conceive another child afterwards. They are the outcasts of the settlement, and every parent prays that their child won’t be paired with The Only Child, the cursed child. Marrying the Tricked

the stolen

Twenty one years ago, a loving mother lost her first daughter. She had had three sons, but at last, had the girl she had been longing for. However, one morning, she woke up to find that her baby had passed in her sleep. Her husband, who worked as a recruiter, claimed that from that moment on, she had gone 'mad'; crying, staring blankly into the abyss and refusing to smile or talk. The husband didn't tell anyone or their boys what had happened in fear that his wife would be taken away for her 'mad behaviour'. While on a mission to Seoul, recruiting new people for the community, he noticed a baby left unattended for a split few moments. Without a moment of hesitation, he grabbed the child from the stroller and ran as fast as he could. He made his way back to the community with the new child, praying that it would 'knock the madness' from his wife. Well, it sort of worked. And now the child lives life amongst Abraham's People, not knowing that her kidnapping story has been shared with the world. after all, she was the daughter of a large CEO company. Marrying the Betrayer

the sons.

the son

The only son to the leader of Abraham’s people and the heir to the leadership. He has always lived life with a silver spoon in his mouth, having people serving him every second of his day. He has never had to lift a finger with everything before him only a command away. Now, at the age of 21, it’s time for him to marry and start his own family. Every family member in the settlement dreams of the day that their daughter would marry the Leader’s son. It would mean a lifetime guarantee of safety, food and comfort for their families. However, things are starting to show that they’re not all that they seem and that this happy little settlement was based on lies and murder. Marrying the Wife To Be -- taken.

the hidden

The Hidden has been raised their whole life being told that the feelings that they feel are wrong. That the desire and love they have for certain people were evil and a sin, and they would have to pray it away. At the age of eight, their family tried to perform an exorcism after they had asked their parents why men had to marry women and vice versa. It was traumatic and has caused them to hide their true self for all these years. Even now as they stand to be married, there is something in the pits of their stomach that tells them that everything about this is wrong. Marrying the Revenge

the tricked

While many families in the settlement have generational roots, The Tricked is a freshly rooted tree. One day in Seoul, when they were only very little, their family was out for lunch when two older gentlemen approached them. They began to talk before asking if they’d like to come and have some tea with them. Within a week, their family sold all their belongings and moved to Abraham’s Peoples settlement to start a new life. The Tricked was often scolded by their parents when they would ask to play with a game boy or if they could watch television - being made to believe that these things were just part of their imagination and never existed. But even as 21-year-old, he can still remember going to the movies and riding in cars. Although, they have learnt from the past that talking about them openly leads to punishment. Marrying the Only Child

the betrayer

The Betrayer has been groomed his whole life to be The Son's best friend. After his father got into some mess with The Leader, on the blink of being executed, he offered his son up to be the son's watchful eye. to report back with anything and everything the son has done that was out of line or suspicious. The Leader agreed, and The Betrayer and The Son finally met. They became school mates and would spend their weekends together by the lake. as they grew older, they became close best friends. The Betrayer continues to report back to The Leader, but after all, it's all he's known his whole life. There's nothing wrong with reporting, right? But when it comes to The Son's announcement that they're going to leave the community and sneak out, he needs to follow his heart; should he stay with his best friend, or should he go and tell the leader? Marrying the Stolen

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the son.

the next leader.

moon do-yun.

The only son to the leader of Abraham’s people and the heir to the leadership. He has always lived life with a silver spoon in his mouth, having people serving him every second of his day. He has never had to lift a finger with everything before him only a command away. Now, at the age of 21, it’s time for him to marry and start his own family.

the basics.

name

Moon Do-Yun: From Sino-Korean 道 (do) meaning "path, road, way" and 允 (yun) meaning "allow, consent".

nickname

Yunnie

date of birth

22nd December (Winter Solstice)

age

Twenty-One

gender

Male

role

The Son

work role

Currently working as a Hunter, but his Father wants him to start working with the Higher Council

the visage.

height

185 cm (6'1″)

weight

73 kg / 162 lbs

hair

Ruthless, black hair. He honestly can't wait to get his first hair cut as he's always struggled to keep the knots out of his hair. Is always seen with it tied up into a bun or plait.

eyes

Big, brown "doe" eyes with double eyelids and aegyo sal.

features

Dimples when he smiles. His lips form a heart shape, with a strong Cupid's bow and upturned corners of his smile.

body type

A mesomorph body type: slim body with prominent shoulders and long torso; a clear inverted triangle body form.

face claim

Choi Soobin

the beginning of the end.

the personality.

Do-Yun has an INTP-T personality type, known as the Logician. Someone with this personality type is introverted, intuitive, thinking and prospecting; seeking out unlikely paths, mixing willingness to experiment with personal creativity. He prides himself on his unique perspectives and vigorous intellect. He can’t help but puzzle over the mysteries of the universe like some of the most influential philosophers and scientists.

He often loses himself in thought – which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. People with this personality type hardly ever stop thinking. From the moment they wake up, their minds buzz with ideas, questions, and insights. At times, they may even find themselves conducting full fledged debates in their own heads. Imaginative and curious, Do-Yun can find endless fascination in the working of his own mind.

From the outside, Do-Yun looks like he lives in a never-ending daydream. He has a reputation for being pensive, detached, and a bit reserved. That is, until he tries to train all of his mental energy on a moment or the person at hand, which can be a bit uncomfortable for everyone. Regardless of the mode he is in, Do-Yun is an introvert and tends to get tired out by extensive socializing. And after a long day, he craves time alone to consult his own thoughts.

Even though it may seem that he is unfriendly or uptight, Do-Yun actually has a bright, friendly side. When he connects with someone who can match his mental energy, he lights up, leaping from one thought to another. Few things energize him like the opportunity to swap ideas or enjoy a lively debate with another curious, inquiring soul. He also loves to analyze patterns. Without necessarily knowing how he does it, Do-Yun often has a Sherlock Holmes-like knack for spotting discrepancies and irregularities. In other words, it’s a bad idea to lie to him.

Ironically, Do-Yun shouldn’t always be held at his word. He rarely means to be dishonest, but with his active mind, he sometimes overflows with ideas and theories that he hasn’t thought all the way through. He may change his mind on anything from his weekend plans to a fundamental moral principle, without ever realizing that he has appeared to have made up his mind in the first place. In addition, he is often happy to play devil’s advocate in order to keep an interesting discussion humming along.

Do-Yun could spend all day musing about ideas and possibilities – and he often does. That said, the practice, everyday work of turning those ideas into reality doesn’t always hold his interest. Fortunately, when it comes to dissecting a tricky, multilayered problem and coming up with a creative solution, few personality types can match his creative genius and potential.

Wanting to understand everything in the universe, there is one area that tends to mystify Do-Yun: human nature. As the personality name, ‘Logicians’, suggests, he often feels most at home in the realm of logic and rationality. As a result, he can often find himself baffled by the illogical, irrational ways that feelings and emotions influence people’s behaviour – including his own. It doesn’t mean that he is unfeeling. He generally wants to offer emotional support to his friends and loved ones but doesn’t necessarily know how to. And because he can’t decide on the best, most effective way to offer support, he feels like he may just hold off on doing or saying anything at all.

the virtues.

Analytical

Do-Yun analyzes everything that he comes across, from research data to the behavior of the people around him. This gives him the knack for spotting unexpected patterns and connections that other personality types might overlook.

Original

Thanks to his unrelenting imagination, Do-Yun can come up with creative, counterintuitive ideas that wouldn't occur to most people. Not all of these ideas are feasible, of course, but his willingness to think outside the box can produce remarkable innovations.

Open-Minded

He is driven by curiousity and an intense desire to learn everything that he can. Do-Yun tends to be receptive to new ideas and ways of doing things - as long as those ideas are supported by sound reasoning

Curious

Do-Yun is always casting about new pursuits, hobbies, and areas of research. One week, he might be obsessed with learning about farming, and the next, he might lose himself in discovering about building houses. When inspiration strikes, he goes all in on his newfound interest, learning everything he can.

Objective

He cares about the truth. Rather than taking comfort in ideology or received ideas, he wants to understand what's really going on beneath the surface of things. As a result, he can be relied upon to combat bias and misinformation, even when it isn't easy to do so - and they expect other people to be honest with him in return.

the vices

Disconnected

Do-Yun often gets lost in his own train of thought, even when he's around other people. When he finally resurfaces with something to say, he may find that the conversation has already moved on with him. This can cause him to feel disconnected from other people, especially in large social gatherings.

Insensitive

Do-Yun sees rationality as the key to a better, happier world. At times, he may underestimate the importance of such irrational values as emotion, compassion, etiquette, and tradition. As a result, he may inadvertently come across as insensitive or unkind, even though his intentions are generally good.

Dissatified

He can't help but imagine how things could be better than they already are. Do-Yun is constantly on the lookout for problems to solve, topics to learn, and new ways to approach things. Taken too far, this type fof mindset can become overwhelming, as he is constantly trying to reinvent the wheel rather than reliably addressing his needs and responsibilities.

Impatient

Do-Yun takes pride in his knowledge and in sharing his ideas. When it comes to explaining his rationale, however, he isn't always patient. If his conversation partner doesn't follow along or seems sufficiently interested, he may give up with a dismissve "never mind"

Perfectionist

At times, Do-Yun gets so lost in analyzing various options that he can never reach a decision. He wants to ge tthings done, but his quest for perfection can get in the way. He may also give up on projects that don't match the ideal vision of his mind.

likes.

Going for a swim in the lake on hot day, fishing, people watching, walking in the rain, when his mum plays with his hair, a warm, cozy bed.

dislikes.

Having to speak in front of a group (especially giving presentations in class or when having to read off paper), writing letters or essays, itchy skin (has allergies to strawberries), not getting a good enough sleep

the messiah.

The community sang praises and bowed onto their knees in thanksgiving to the Lord. For many years, they had been praying for the Leader and Mother Supreme to have a son. They had successfully had nine daughters prior, but not a son who could keep Abraham’s People’s community alive. What would happen had they not had a son to keep the bloodline going? Would the settlement fall to pieces? Would they be enveloped by the sin that lurked beyond the mountains? They didn’t want to even think about it.

But now, at the age of forty, Mother Supreme had become one of the eldest women in the settlement to fall pregnant. She barely had to lift a finger during this pregnancy, as everyone feared that it would affect the baby and ruin the chances of it being a boy. After all, the last nine times she had been pregnant, she had been going about her normal routine. Doing everything a mother should be doing. And it resulted in nine girls. This time around, the community begged for her to relax. They offered their daughters and wives up to tend to the Moon family’s every need.

It seemed to have worked because on the first moon of the winter solstice, they welcomed Moon Do-Yun into the world who came in kicking and screaming.

He may have not known it there and then, but this was a ground-breaking moment for their settlement. The people of the community laid on the floor in tears, praising and giving thanks to the Lord that they would have a son to continue leading them in the future. They had lived in intense fear that they would not be able to keep pursuing their dreams of living in this happy utopia for the rest of their lives and the generations to come. In a way, Do-Yun was their messiah.

the words.

There were immense expectations upon Do-Yun’s shoulders from the moment he took his first breath. It was like he lived under a microscope, shown on display for the world to see and for people to analyse. He was constantly being watched and for some reason, constantly being worshipped by the community around him. As an infant, he wasn’t sure why. As he started school, it only grew worse.

For some reason, everyone had this expectation that he was some magical, intelligent higher being. They believed that the son of the Leader would have the same knowledge and mindset as his father. That he had been born into greatness and would live out that greatness with such ease. On his first day at school, he had been placed in the middle of the classroom’s seating plan. Over the years, he remained in that same spot. And over the years, as the children began to learn how to read and write, he began to struggle.

He felt ashamed of himself. Everyone had these massive expectations of who he was and going to be; and yet as he sat there in class, looking at the board, everything looked muddled up. The letters were wavy, refusing to stay still for even a second so he could read what was going on. He felt too embarrassed to ask the teacher what was happening, so continued to push through. A couple of weeks later, the teacher noticed the difference of work produced between the other children and Do-Yun. He didn’t want to assume that there was anything physically wrong with Do-Yun – after all, he was the next leader. Instead, he saw it as a reflection of his own teaching and that he was failing.

He moved Do-Yun closer to the front of the room, and ensured to keep a watchful eye over the boy. However, he movement made no change to his work much to the teacher’s dismay. He was desperate to ensure he succeeded at his job. Afterall, if the Leader ever found out that his son was failing his classes, it would land on him, not Do-Yun. So, he gave Do-Yun that extra help. He gave him pre-filled out tests to copy off from. He gave him extra one on one time together. He even changed the grades to make Do-Yun a top student.

All to keep the Leader happy

the jacobs.

As Do-Yun grew older, his father began to encourage him to participate in Higher Council work. However, Do-Yun didn’t want to be apart of this elite club (despite knowing that eventually he would have to take over the whole community). He wanted to use his hands and work; he wanted to search out for deer and other wild animals, kill them and then provide it to the community. He wanted to be with nature and surround himself with it. His father wasn’t very pleased with this sort of enthusiasm to be so far away from the Higher Council.

One day, his father instructed the Hunters that Do-Yun would be coming to work with the Higher Council for the day. He had no choice but to follow his father and see what the big deal was. As they walked together into the Higher Council chambers, his father explained to him that today they would be having a conversation with Mr and Mrs Jacobs. They were second generation settlers whose grandparents were foreigners to Korea. Apparently, their crops and chickens had been dying lately and no one could explain why.

As Do-Yun entered the ‘meeting room’, there he found Mr and Mrs Jacobs – arms tied up above their heads with rope, attached to the wall. Their tear stained cheeks and trembling lips were not a sign of a pleasant conversation they were apparently meant to have. The Leader stood before them, and began to question them about their crops and chickens. Mr Jacobs trembled in fear, sobbing that he had no idea why they were dying. Do-Yun’s father didn’t seem to like the answer. With a snap of a finger, the Higher Council staff within the room began to violently whip the couple. Tears and blood splattered all over the walls, ceiling and floor.

Do-Yun felt sick to his stomach. He had known that people had been beaten in the past for their sinful ways. But the couple before him, did they really deserve any of this? Of course not. Do-Yun wanted to stop what was happening before them. But, for some reason, he couldn’t seem to find his voice. His legs were frozen solid. All he could do was stand there, watching these two innocent people scream and cry in agony as their flesh was torn by the whips.

It became one of his biggest regrets in his life.

the family.

Moon Chin-Mae, 62 | “The Leader” | Do-Yun’s Father

The Leader of Abraham’s People. Just like his father, his grandfather and his great grandfather, Chin-Mae is the leader of the religious group. His position was passed down to him, just as the religious texts have instructed, and he will pass on down to his son, Do-Yun, when the time comes.

All this life, he has aimed for a son. After having nine daughters, he almost gave up hope. The community that they had built was starting to show cracks and fault lines. Without a son to follow the bloodline, everything would come crumbling down. Thankfully, Do-Yun was born. And from that moment, he made sure to put all his time and energy into ensuring their son grew up to be the fine, fit leader that would lead this community. And, when the time came, he would be the one to show Do-Yun how the community was run behind closed doors.

Do-Yun has always been somewhat intimidated by his father. After all, he is the great leader of this community. It felt that every second he was with him, he was being moulded into this future leader, becoming less like himself along the way.

Kim Mago, 61 | “Mother Surpreme” | Do-Yun’s Mother

Her parents believed from the moment she was born that Mago was made for greatness. That’s why they decided to give her the name Mago; named after the creator Goddess in ancient Korean mythology. The legend of Mago expresses the interconnection of dreams and reality, past and present lives, karma and destiny, microcosm, and macrocosm. She created all of nature and its geographical formations of the universe.

Ask anyone in the community, and they would tell you that Mago is the sweetest, kind-hearted woman you could ever meet. She works hard to keep her husband happy, but also to ensure the women of the community feel safe, secure, and supported. While she is the mother of ten children, she likes to remind the community that she is a mother to all. If they ever have any concerns, they are welcome to come and speak to her, and to receive some wisdom (of course, it’ll cost you; one of the juiciest pears growing on top of the mountains as an offering).

Mago and Do-Yun’s relationship is one full of nature and nurture. As there was such an age gap between him and his sisters, it gave Mago more time to spend one on one time with him. She could see his struggles at school, and because she couldn’t read or write herself, she felt helpless to offer him support. Instead, she ensured to make all his favourite meals at dinner to make sure he had a happy heart (and stomach!).

The sisters: Moon Ae-Ri (40), Moon Cho (39), Moon Eunji (38), Moon Hana (36), Moon Heejin (35), Moon Hyuk (33), Moon Jang-Mi (32), Moon Sang-Hee (31), Moon Gyeong (29).

When Do-Yun was born, his eldest sister, Ae-Ri, was already nineteen years of age. By the time he was two, she was off and getting married. After that, he didn’t see much of his sister; and the same went with all the others. Once they were married and off with their husbands, the only time he seemed to see them was at big festival events or if they happened to randomly drop by for a few moments. Quite often, he would have no idea who these women were; they would have to remind him that they were his sisters to which he'd respond with an “ahh, okay”.

Out of all the children, Gyeong and Sang-Hee were the only two sisters that he spent most of his time with. Even then, it wasn’t an awful lot. He would see them at mealtimes and then before bed as they sat together for their religious stories and texts. In a way, he felt completely detached from his siblings. He had hoped that maybe one day his parents could bring another son into the world, despite knowing how old they were (and the fact that they had him was a miracle in itself). But honestly, he just didn’t want to feel so alone anymore in a family so big.

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[Twin Fantasy]

* choi si-u

• 1ai
• 2ai
• 3ai
• 4ai

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  #flowerboy

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * n.name(s)

  siyu, syuu
  

  * d.o.b.

  november 1st
  

  * p.o.b.

  abraham's people community
  

  * age

  21
  

  * role

  the betrayer
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  #male

  
  
  
  
  

  #scorpio

  
  
  
  
  

  #creator

  
  
  
  
  

  #???

  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * height

  165 cm/5'5
  

  * weight

  59 kg/130 lbs
  

  * build

  on the more slender side, though he has acquired a bit of muscle from growing up doing farm work as well as carving statues.
  

  * hair

  a very dark brown, with a tousled texture. he normally wears it in a high ponytail, as otherwise it becomes windswept and gets in his face.
  

  * eyes

  brown and wide, almost innocent-looking -- perhaps ironically, considering his role. monolid.
  

  * features

  his fluffy hair, and abnormally small height -- something that seems to be genetic, as his father shares his smaller stature. a smile that only rarely reaches the eyes.
  

  * faceclaim

  bang yongguk
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  pers.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  likes

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  sheep

  
  
  
  

  summer rain

  
  
  
  

  thick blankets

  
  
  
  

  sculpting

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  body pain

  
  
  
  

  forgetting things

  
  
  
  

  strangers

  
  
  
  

  fire smells

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  loss

  
  
  
  

  failure

  
  
  
  

  replacement

  
  
  
  

  demons

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  * personality

  Si-U is very gentle to the people around him. This is mostly because he's not sure how to be anything else. If he was strong, then he could be serious, and if he was clever, then he could educate others, and if he was loved by God, then he could love others the same way. But he's none of those things, so gentle is all he can be.
  
  Well, that's the short version. He's a fiercely protective sort, particularly of his good friend, the leader's son. He's loyal to a fault, pushing through his own chronic pain and memory problems to do anything that's asked of him no matter how unreasonable. He lives a life of fear -- fear that if he doesn't do what he needs to do, he'll lose something (or someone) important. Fear that if he doesn't perform his duty, he'll be cast aside by God and left to rot. Fear that if he lets those close to him go, they won't be able to come back in one piece. So he's a stage five clinger, and he's trying his best to hide it.
  
  He's a creator by trade, and has spent his adulthood carving and building statues. There's a deep, bothersome part of him that always wants to add more, but he knows better than to add frivolous things to that which is already perfect. More than almost anyone he knows, he's spent his whole existence trying to be perfect and pious.
  
  But he is still gentle, make no mistake. Gentleness is a big part of his identity. He is full of love for the people he surrounds himself with, he cares so deeply that he'd do just about anything for them. This could very well lead someday into split allegiances, but as far as he's concerned, Abraham's People couldn't possibly be more unified. Love seeps from his pores for his community, and he is forever unquestioning of his leader's word.
  
  One could call him an informant, but he's never considered the possibility that Moon Do-Yun might not enjoy having all of his habits and actions relayed to his father. After all, it's just a protective measure, and part of loving someone involves keeping them safe. If he ever found out he was doing something wrong, it would shatter his poor little heart.
  
  

  
  
  
  
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  Isaiah 41:10

  
  

  
  

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  Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee...

  
  

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  * the command

  Si-U's father, Choi Dong-Geun, was not a beloved member of the community. He did his best, but there was always something about him that kept him from doing quite as well as his community kin. A farmer who could only work for half a day, a father who could barely manage to have one child, and a man who seemed to be two steps behind everyone else his age. Apparently it went all the way back to his youth, poor bastard couldn't sit still in school to save his life. Couldn't do much but draw flowers in the margins of his bible.
  
  It seemed like he couldn't do anything right. This theme continued after Si-U's birth, as he'd often be late to work while looking after his new son. For awhile he even disappeared from work entirely, as it turned out he was ailing in some way. He'd been ailing for quite some time. Perhaps since birth.
  
  But ailing had never stopped anyone, as death had not stopped The Lord from rising again. Moon Chin-Mae had grown weary of Dong-Geun's antics, and his generosity was wearing remarkably thin. He'd given the man far too many inches, and something had to be done. He laid his terms out firmly: No more excuses. Shape up or get out. And Dong-Geun knew he couldn't give his leader what he needed -- at least, not on his own.
  
  On a sunny Monday morning, Si-U was given a new task by his father.
  
  "Go be friends with our future messenger, why don't you? Moon's boy." He gently patted Si-U on the head with a spindly hand. "Just, if he gets up to anything strange, do let me know."
  
  Si-U wasn't sure what to make note of, but he approached the son of Moon Chin-Mae as he was told. They had about as much in common as two culturally-deprived six-year-olds can have, they could at least bond over liking sheep a whole lot and wanting to be farmers someday. And then he went home, and told his dad all about it. Then his dad told their leader. This continued, and Dong-Geun was spared from Chin-Mae's wrath, thanks to the obedience of his son.
  
  

  * the burn

  Fibromyalgia is not hereditary. However, if your immediate relative has it, there's a solidly high chance you will also have it.
  
  Not that Si-U or his father knew what any of these things meant. All he knew was that, at some point, at a very young age, he began feeling pain. Constant, and widespread, and deep within his bones. At age 8, the pain ranged from a light sting to an indescribable burn. At 9, he began realizing that he himself was having trouble in school, just like his old man.
  
  He approached his father with these complaints, only to get a look of sympathetic confusion. He was taken to their leader, who gave a seemingly reasonable answer. It was obvious that, for his sloth, Dong-Geun had been punished greatly -- his son was now suffering from some sort of hellish curse. Only if he continued his "job" as Chin-Mae's informant would he eventually be absolved from what they all began to call the Devil's Fire.
  
  The Devil's Fire seemed to come in at the worst times. Like when Si-U would learn something important in school, the Devil's Fire would burn up his memories, or when he wanted to chase his friend through the tall Summer grass, the Devil's Fire would lick at his heels and pinch at his spine. The only slight reprieve was when his mother would occasionally knead at his calves and shoulders to chase the fire away, and even that didn't do much for very long. It was keeping him awake at night.
  
  On a day in his classes, he was asked to read a passage -- Isaiah 41:10. He always remembered because instead of the words on the page, all that came up from his mouth was a scream, beyond human. The Devil's Fire had reached him so strongly he couldn't even think, and the pain was too great for his young body. He hit the ground,, and had to be carried off.
  
  On that day, he was congratulated for putting Do-Yun's notable habits in a small notebook so he wouldn't forget. That was some good, quick thinking. As a reward, he got one day at home to recuperate. He spent that day slowly comprehending the importance of his job. A job so important that even the Devil's Fire couldn't put him to rest for too long. This wasn't a result of his father's sins, no sir -- this was Satan's attempts to lead both Si-U and Do-Yun astray. And he couldn't let that be.
  
  

  * the burial

  Fire or no Fire, Si-U continued his life, a dutiful scholar of Moon Do-Yun's daily habits. It got to the point that his borderline-paranoid registering of Do-Yun's actions took precedence over school, which surprisingly didn't seem to be an issue.
  
  And then he woke up one morning, and his mother had died.
  
  Criss-cross markings scattered over her back, seeping blood across their meager home's floor. Si-U and his father were never led astray, but his mother was. The community doctors recognized the claw marks of imps that had bled her dry because she'd tried to leave. And it was tragic, but everyone, especially Chin-Mae, made it clear that this was what she had coming to her. With those strange ideas, no wonder she got killed.
  
  It had happened in the night. She'd offered herself to strange, taloned demons that scratched her up until no life remained. Si-U wondered if she was afflicted with the Fire too, if maybe she had given in to the Satanic impulses they brought along.
  
  It was like now, he understood his TRUE purpose. Because if his best friend Do-Yun ever tried to leave, he'd die. He'd get clawed to death like Si-U's mother did, and it was up to Si-U to protect him from that grisly fate. Apparently this wasn't even the first time, though it certainly had been awhile since a victim of demonic intervention was found. She was hardly mourned. Si-U tried not to feel sadness, for his mother had been righteous once, she had been good and pious and she'd loved him.
  
  Now, his duty was more important than ever.
  
  He couldn't let this happen to his friend, the future leader of Abraham's People.
  
  (Say, don't those claw marks look suspiciously like they came from a whip...?)
  

  
  
  
  
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  Choi Dong-Geun, a kind but forgetful man suffering from the agonizing bite of the Devil's Fire. He's a farmer and has not yet found a second wife, possibly due to his poor work ethic and terrible memory.
  
  

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  Choi Bong-Cha was a gentle soul with a maternal disposition. For as long as she could remember, she'd dreamed of having a child, and after several unfortunate miscarriages, she gave birth to a healthy boy. Unfortunately, she never got to see him marry. Her wandering mind got her killed.
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

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[rakshasa]

wan mi-ok

the cursed child

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  full name

  Wan Mi-Ok

  age

  24 years old

  date of birth

  February 2nd

  gender

  Female

  role

  The Only Child

  Disability

  Mi-ok is almost completely blind; all she can perceive are faint shadows of color and the difference between light and dark. Her eyes are very sensitive to light, requiring her to keep them shut tight when she's outside. She sometimes uses a plain wooden cane to see around, but she has so much of the compound memorized that she hardly needs it.
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  She's 1.7m and 46.2kg (5'7 ft and 112 lbs)

  hair

  She has thick, bone white hair that just slightly fans out around her face. She ties it up in a loose bun when she's working, which is often.

  eyes

  Pale gray-violet, set deep in her head and puffy with exhaustion. When they're not squeezed shut to avoid the light, they almost appear painted on, vacant and walleyed.

  physique

  She's been through more physical labor than a majority of her female peers, giving her slightly broad shoulders, long, wiry limbs and a hint of curves when she ties her apron tight.

  face claim

  Xueli Abbing

  misery is a butterfly

  blonde redhead
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  She is her parent’s only child.
  
  Her mother, Dongmei, is a painful allusion to what Miok is and wishes she could run from.
  She’s emotionally unstable and deeply frustrated with the life she’s found herself in. Inside, she wants nothing more to live on the outside with her family, but her Christian upbringing and deep-set adherence to her gender role have led her to follow her husband into a life she hates. Her daughter is an outlet for this anger; she alternates between blaming Miok for where her life has ended up, superficially believing her to be cursed as a scapegoat, and treating her as her only confidant and support system. This tangle of emotions has taken its toll on Miok; she fears ever becoming as unstable and unsatisfied as her mother, but sees so much of her in herself that it’s almost inevitable that she’ll grow up to be her.
  
  Her father was raised to be the perfect traditional chauvinist, strictly adhering to his role as a man by spending the entire day away at work, only coming home to eat and sleep. He’s incredibly distant from his family, only ever showing surface-level affection to his wife. Him and Miok used to share a much closer bond, but now that his daughter has grown into a young woman, he aims to keep his distance from her.
  
  Miok aims to spend as little time at home as possible, and can often be seen wandering down the dusty roads of the compound by herself.
  
  

  likes

  Cool misty mornings, lightly snowy days, and sweet potato. On days she allows herself to, she sits out by the lake in the evening and goes fishing, one of her favorite activities.
  
  

  dislikes

  Bright sunny days, eggplant, surprises, being interrupted, and loud voices. Not a fan of children, especially little boys.
  

  personality

  Raised to believe she’s the cursed offspring of her sinful parents, the manifestation of the will of an angry God, Miok has grown to conform to her role and plays the cards that she’s been dealt. Any ambition to rise above her circumstances or somehow rebel have been manipulated and intimidated out of her; years of psychological and physical abuse have left a cold and efficient machine in the shape of a young lady.
  
  Miok lives only to serve her community, and she’s tirelessly devoted to its religion and its people. She does not think anything but loyal thoughts about the Leader and his flock, despite the way she’s been treated by them since birth. Besides, she knows very little else. Miok accepts her lowly role in her community and is habituated to being neither trusted nor liked. She earnestly, unquestionably believes that she is the outcome of a curse and cursed herself, leading to her having a low amount of reasonable suspicion when it comes to the supernatural; in short, she’s superstitious. In her mind, the dokkaebi that spreads misfortune or the Bulgasari that protects their village are no more ‘legends’ than deer in the woods or fish in the lake. She does tend to be a bit gullible in this light.
  
  Though she takes the mistreatment imparted on her without complaint, she is filled with bitter indignation towards the world. She is jealous of the lives others live, able to talk and work and live their lives freely, unburdened by the deep sense of wrongness that permeates every second of her existence. She knows and will tell you that she does not belong in her community, that she is cursed and an outcast that deserves to be alone, but somehow she cannot come to terms with it inside. She has incredibly low self-worth, and feels guilty for the anger she feels towards those she knows are above her; there’s little she can do to relieve herself from this guilt besides self-punishment and further introversion. Hidden deep inside her core she burns with an intense, destructive anger, something she inherited from her mother; she doesn’t know what this anger is towards or what caused it, but she knows how to hide it, which is enough for her.
  
  Socially, Miok is a bit of a rock. She has little understanding of how to express herself, nor does she believe her feelings are worth expressing, making her seem almost devoid of emotions. She always comes across as cold and distant, no matter who she’s talking to or how she feels about them. She’s very withdrawn and almost exclusively keeps to herself, unless she’s pulled into an interaction. She has little trouble articulating herself, but never says more than what’s needed.
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  Miok was 6 years old, curled up next to her father as he gently turned the brittle pages of the antique bible he held in his hands. Dinner was over and so was the washing up, but her mother was nowhere to be found. She typically would join the two to listen to the sermons her husband gave, but since her and her daughter’s explosive argument the previous day, she’d been avoiding talking to her. Miok had been badgering her mother with questions about the outside world, and she had finally lost her patience after she asked her how the blind are treated outside of the community. Miok didn’t care; whenever her mother got upset, it was usually because she had proved her wrong.
  
  Her father began reciting the story of Jesus cleansing the leper, the Bible story he knew was his daughter’s favorite. Once he finished however, he leaned in and told Miok he would tell her about the outside world if she promised not to tell her mother. She, of course, wholeheartedly agreed and he proceeded to tell her just what those outside Abraham’s people thought of the blind and other disabled. He went on to tell her how people who gradually lost their sight or their ability to walk would be thrown in jail and left to rot, and babies who were born with deformities would be slaughtered as soon as they left the womb. Even if someone lost a finger in a farming accident, their village would chase them out, and they’d live the rest of their days in exile until they died a lonely death. And finally, that their community was the last one on Earth that would even consider keeping an albino like Miok alive.
  
  

  cursed

  
  Miok spent the first night of her life alone, crying for attention in a lonely crib as her parents sat in another room, grieving their wasted efforts for a good child. Hands clasped, they looked to the heavens and begged desperately for forgiveness. They asked God why He had brought sadness and fear into their lives when all they did was carry out his word and repent. They prayed for a miracle. In her desperation, Dongmei asked God to end the life of the crying infant in the next room. She didn’t want to suffer the curse her child had brought, and in her heart of hearts, she didn’t want her child to suffer the life that would follow. He never answered.
  Miok’s life has proceeded about as well from then.
  
  She has spent her life up until this point as the outcast of Abraham’s people, a reminder for those who stray from the path, what awaits them if they give in to sin. When her mother would get sick, if her father lost livestock on the job, even if she walked past the home of someone who would pass shortly after, it was invariable who would take the blame. She has heard her entire life that she is cursed, from those she respects and the few she holds dear. She used to angst over it, spending her days indoors and away from judgemental eyes. She used to lie awake at night and ask God why her, what did she do to deserve this fate? At her lowest moments, she doubted the very existence of a higher power; if He did exist, what good was He to her? These days she’s overcome such feelings and accepted the life she’s been given; she refuses to doubt God’s intentions, nor does she pity herself just for the circumstances of her birth. She is the cursed child.
  
  

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ryuk hae

ocean

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ryuk hae

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female

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twenty two

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october 30

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  heaven has no rage like a love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  dark brown

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  jeon somi

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Naturally, her hair is supposed to be a deep brown, but this is not quite the case at the moment. Throughout the past year and a half, her hair has been progressively getting lighter. When questioned, she's quick to blame the long hours in the sun for the lightening of her locks. This isn't a lie, per se, though the lemon juice she's been spritzing in her hair in the mornings whenever possible may be accelerating the process.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  Hae can be described as limby, with extremities that appear awkwardly long on her frame. She's never been too far behind the tallest of the girls. Her family used to tease her by comparing her to a lizard due to her slenderness.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  Hae came into the world with wide eyes and screaming, and not much has changed in the two decades since then. She doesn't scream as much nowadays, though perhaps her parents would prefer that to the constant barrage of questions. Curiosity is typically a revered trait in a child, but Hae's questions concerned her mother as they often seemed to doubt the community's teachings. From a young age her parents knew she wouldn't be easy to keep in line.
  
  As she aged, that curiosity turned to anger. Why weren't she and the other girls allowed to read? What if their interpretations of the scriptures were different? What if they just wanted to learn, to understand? Who gave the Leader the power to decide they should be followers? Why was their world so damn small and rigid? After the sacrifice, anger boiled over into rage. It was no longer directed at concepts, but instead at the entirety of the community. Its beliefs, its traditions, its excuses. She let it guide her every action.
  
  Perhaps the anger manifested itself because she noticed everything. Her mother's constant resentment, the weight of her mother's grief, shifts in the animals' moods. She picked up on how people looked at her, how adults quieted when she walked passed. She saw how everyone's lives were planned out for them before they were even born, saw the general zombification of the members of the community. The most infuriating aspect of it was the fact that the people didn't seem to care enough to notice.
  
  Despite all her fury, Hae possessed an unbridled sense of optimism. If anger was her shield, optimism was her sword. Her hope that one day she could escape this purgatory was the only thing that got her through the bad days.
  
  Following instructions was never her strong suit. She operated almost exclusively in accordance with her whims. At first it wasn't exactly intentional, she just had a difficult time keeping focused on one monotonous task for so long. It's common to find her fluttering around from location to location, distracting the other women or simply daydreaming in the sidelines. The only task this seemed to not be true for would be tending to the animals. There's peace to be found in surrounding herself with animals, especially the horses. The stables are the only place where her mind goes quiet, even if only briefly.
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

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  tending to the animals

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

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  Hyo had always been the "better" twin, as close to the ideal woman as one could get when they were 18. The family assumed this simply meant she would marry into a desirable family. When the Leader informed them that she was to be sacrificed, they played their role well - grateful for this amazing opportunity to serve the community. Hae, always the exception, was infuriated. She was pissed at her parents' reaction, pissed that Hyo let herself be taken, pissed that she was the only one that seemed to care. In the days following the sacrifice, the family started to quietly crumble. Hae walked in on her father nearing tears frequently, regularly caught him stealing mournful looks at what once were Hyo's belongings. Her mother seemed to do nothing except her chores and sleep, misery manifesting itself as harsh discipline towards the younger children. Though Hyo remained calm when her name was announced, Hae will never forget the look in her twin's eyes when she realized this was it.
  
  To watch yourself be killed in third person while the community that raised you damn near celebrated was not an experience Hae would wish on anyone. Well, maybe the Leader seeing as he wished it on her. She was selfish in her grief, refusing to keep it behind closed doors like the rest of her family. The home grew tense, and Hae found herself losing whatever respect she had left for the community's traditions. She'd always been a restless child and prone to slacking off during her duties, but after the sacrifice it seemed almost intentional. Hae was determined in her attempt to do anything in her power to throw the community off balance, even if all she could do was force the other women to clean up her messes. For now.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  When Hae was 13, her eldest sister was married off and the entire family was granted permission to observe the haircut. This was the first time she had ever gotten to see anyone have any kind of power over their appearance, and she was captivated. Upon learning that she would have to be wed in order to cut her hair, it seemed far too long a time to wait, so, naturally, she didn't.
  
  Uncharacteristically, she made the decision to wait until late the night after ceremony was over before chopping off her locks. She managed to convince herself that it wouldn't be that serious; hair grows back, after all. Really, she was just itching to do anything to distance herself from the community's uniform. That morning, Hae woke up feeling great for the first time she could recall. Even her twin and younger siblings seemed to be fans of the cut, but her mother was far less amused.
  
  Now, her parents were accustomed to her pulling small stunts to keep herself entertained, but they knew this would spell major trouble for them and potentially for her, as well. They disagreed on what to do with her: her father wanted to attempt to keep the length of her hair concealed while her mother wanted to confess to the Leader. The fight that ensued that day was one Hae could recite verbatim. It shaped many of the darker thoughts that plagued her on bad nights and was worse than any punishment the Leader could ever come up with.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

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  Hae's childhood was unique in one regard - her father spent much of his time telling her stories. Large areas dedicated to housing massive slides with water; methods of transportation that moved faster than her mind could comprehend; tiny devices that allowed people to communicate from vast distances. He told her of books that contained stories unrelated to the Bible. He took great care to frame them as figments of his imagination and not things he experienced before arriving at the settlement.
  
  Unconvinced, Hae began imagining new possibilities of what the outside world might hold, things that went strictly against everything they had been taught. She itched to be able to express herself, hated the fact that they were completely prohibited from doing so. For now, she'd settle for daydreaming about the possibilities and each day grew more and more convinced that the outside world contained more than the Leader was letting on.
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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    She has -- had -- six siblings, three older and three younger. There's only five of them now besides her - two older sisters (Dae, 26, and Haeun, 24), two younger brothers (Korain, 17, and Hwan, 15), and a little sister (Haru, 11). Her mother, Mishil, 48, has always been the stricter parent whereas her father, Hak-Kun, 50, tried to grant his kids a more whimsical childhood.
    

    
    

    
    
    
    
    

    
    

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[demonology]

上野優星 — ueno yuuki

the hidden

We're up all night dreaming / We aren't alive as long as there's a prison guard still breathing / So we're up all night scheming / We don't get tired, we get even

worst kept secret. a fish plucked from the sea and electrified. thirsty, as only a dying fish could be, yet they flop and scream against the oxygen. it's all overtaken them, killed them.

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the hidden.

ueno yuuki.

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the basics.

name

Ueno Yuuki; 上野優星; given name derives from Japanese kanji: 優 (yū) meaning superiority and 星 (hoshi) meaning star.

nickname

Ueno, preferring the family name to Yuuki but typically this preference is ignored.

date of birth

15th September

age

Twenty-three

gender

amab gender-queer; would likely identify as gender-fluid by modern standards

pronouns

he/him, thought narration will use they/he/she.

sexuality

bisexual

occupation

currently working as a Creator; has tried to apprentice as an Essential, but has been rejected multiple times,

role

The Hidden

the visage.

height

190 cm (6'3″)

weight

88.5 kg / 195 lbs

hair

Girlish, they'll remind themself when Father eyes them. Ratty, their mother will instead say, mindful of shadows that lurk. Too thin, she'll continue, noting how many hairs line the brush. Unkempt, always allowed to flow freely until someone tells Yuuki to pull it back.

eyes

Too wide, too pliable, too beady. Overzealously brown, a mocha cup becomes lost in the thickness of her gaze. Shadows from lack of sleep line their eyes, almost looking like makeup.

body type

Thin and sickly, with sticks for legs and hollowed apples for joints. There's a curviture to his physique that creates a ghostly stance whenever they walk past. Walk with pride, Father reminds them, but Yuuki has unlearned pride.

face claim

Sakurai Atsushi

etc.

small ones along wrists and back of legs from prior infractions with a large, straight one on their right ankle; known to experience chronic pain; tw: self-harm; scars on their hips

overview

Structured like a tower, Yuuki looms over their peers, a shocking spark of ash and burnt. Oftentimes compared to a ghost, they are not nearly as pale as the name implies, stained by the sun’s rays. Despite the years sinking them, they walk with a straight back and emboldened shoulders. Their hips have a natural sway as they strut, and in front of elders within Abraham, they will shorten their gait and close their sides. A phantom about the farms, floating along on their tiptoes and disappearing their charms at the slightest notion someone may be watching.

Ueno Yuuki’s face, however, is one thing the ghost cannot make fade. Stark brows, pallid complexion, deep-set eyes, and a devilish smile: they all haunt him via the other’s looks and the reflection upon a lake or the back of a pot. The face that looks back at them, the one facet that makes them feel wholly their own within this body, is one that detracts. It marks her as other: from the dark circles that Yuuki once emphasized with kohl and eye shadow to the quirk in their thin-cut brows to the way his hair accentuates and softens the sharp jaw. It an unavoidable reminder of the facts they hold hostage in their heart, unwilling to let go despite the circumstances of this life. The hopelessness that consumes them.

Yet, Yuuki has no intentions on cutting their hair. They don’t wish to do away with any fo the features that they gaze upon like Narcissus in the river.

you called me a star.

the personality.

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the virtues.

persuasive

A small smile. ”I was just following Yunnie to the fields!” A deceptive twist of their ankle, almost as though they’re stretching, when instead they’re stomping out a small fire. ”Sir,” they add, sheepishly. — A skill fitting for someone who oftentimes finds himself under scrutiny and in places he shouldn’t be.

logical

With multiple hiding places and plans ruminating, Yuuki utilizes a practical approach to anything nefarious. Pragmatism abounds, they will never do something that they don’t have an escape plan for. — A skill best found within a creature whose livelihood perhaps depends most on outsmarting visionaries and zealots.

empathetic

”Shh, shh–” they whisper to a friend, caressing their hair and untangling it, eyes peaked wide to look for any tattlers. Tears mar the friend’s face, and they continue to soothe, whispering, ”I’m so sorry…”. The pain cements within Yuuki, wishing they could yield all for their friends — A trait common to those seen with callousness and frigidness.

dutiful + moral

”Really?” Their brow quivers upright, standing witness to something so cruel. ”He’s just a kid,” they’ll comment, daring to question. Yet, they’ll suffer punishment with a head low in respect. — a trait the result of accepting fate, yet carving still an existence of one’s volition.

inquisitive

Questioning and orderly sneakiness requires a sense of curiosity; Yuuki falls prey to this sensation, always eyeing and logging. — there is danger and downfall guaranteed without such a trait.

contemplative

They bite their tongue, holding it limply between the layers of teeth and gum. They watch, bittered, as another virgin passes, another year, but they find solace in the mind — a trait best suited for those who cannot speak their mind, but can find freedom within the brain.

the vices

cowardly

“What are you doing?” Yuuki hears a voice shout, looking back to find no one. Instead, they see a friend, caught stealing lemons while he steals berries. They drop the fruits, walking silently away as their criminal partner is caught, guilt lining them but fear loosening its grip on them. — a pitfall of those most afraid.

distant

Friends and foes no little of Yuuki, who opts to keep things concealed and held under lock and key, buried deep within a nearby glen. — lonesomeness has become a necessity.

mouthy

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detached from emotion

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selfish

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likes.

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dislikes.

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the rejected.

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the words.

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the jacobs.

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[Miaow]

the stolen.

the missing.

song yu-min.

Born to a wealthy CEO and his equally successful wife, Yumin was destined for success, though her life of luxury was cut short when she was taken from her stroller at only a few months old. Now, she is the only daughter of a family of six. At twenty-one, she is soon to be married to a man she barely knows.

the basics.

name

Song Yu-min, Yu-Min meaning "Gift of God".

nickname

Yumin, Minnie, Yuyu

date of birth

Unknown, though her parents celebrate her birthday on November 24th

age

Twenty-One

location

Abraham's Peoples settlement

gender

Female

role

The Stolen

the visage.

height

157 cm (5'2″)

hair

Although Yumin has long, light brown hair with a fringe she cut in herself.

eyes

She has big, doe-like brown eyes with a mono-lid.

features

Yumin has pale skin with practically no moles or freckles, despite working in the sun often. She has a sweet, round face, especially when she smiles, and aegyo sal.

body type

A slightly curvy physique with a round, sweet face.

face claim

Lee Suhyun

the CEOs daughter.

the personality.

Yumin is sweet and bubbly, she does every task she does with a cheerful demenor, no matter how difficult. She was brought up to be polite and gentle and that is how she continues to behave. She is a lover of animals, she would spend every waking moment on the farm if she was allowed, however she had a duty to be a housewife. She is especially passionate about horses, though she doesn't have as much time to spend with them as she would like. She enjoys cooking, but much prefers baking sweet treats, especially cakes for the community to share.

However, much of this joy is surface level. Despite being a miricle child, a child who died and was ressurected, her mother was still mentally and emotionally unstable. Deep down, she knew this child wasn't hers, but she simply couldn't cope with the idea that her baby was gone. Although Yumin is completely unaware of her situation, she knew her mother treated her differently to her brothers. She assumed the abuse was to shape her into a submissive housewife, it was necessary to make her obedient and quiet. She couldn't get away with the same behaviour as her brothers, she would be brutally beaten for trying to play rough like they did. It wasn't right for her to play games with them in the garden, she should play with the doll house, instead. She puts on a sweet and happy facade in order to avoid punishment.

She often finds herself crying when she's on her own, but she's not sure why. She has a terrible, terrible fear of childbirth. She didn't know how it worked, but she knew some women didn't make it out alive. Was God punishing her for going against his will? Her job was to procreate, she shouldn't be afraid of it, but she's terrified.

the virtues.

Compassionate

Yumin is incredibly caring towards both humans and animals. She doesn't like seeing things getting hurt which makes her both a good and bad fit for Si-U. Though she cares greatly for him and will look after him when he needs, she is heartbroken when he's in pain. She feels guilty that she can't help him, as a wife she feels she should be looking after him. However, her compassionate nature makes her a good carer, even if she doesn't feel like it.

Creative

Although she isn't really allowed to, she really enjoys art and music. She often sings while she cooks and cleans, though is afraid of doing so outside of her own home. She is quite skilled, though can't use this skill for anything other than her own entertainment. She hides her paintings under her bed to avoid being caught.

Curious

Yumin is always curious about how the men of the village live, she wants to know about their hunting, their camping trips, all the things she can't do. She finds herself idly watching from her window as she cleans, observing their work.

Affectionate

Yumin's love language is physical affection, which is a shame considering she isn't really allowed to do it. She gives out hugs liberally at home, however.

the vices

Naive

Although most of Abraham's people were naive to the outside world, the women were kept even more out of the loop. She is afraid of the people outside of the village, assuming they're more dangerous than the people inside.

Emotional

In her teen years, her father often told the village she was hysterical as she was highly sensitive and emotional. In reality, these were trauma responses to her abusive mother. He was fully aware of the abuse but he tried his best to hide it to avoid he and his family being evicted from the village due to his wife's insanity, instead claiming his child was hysterical. Yumin learned to hide her emotions, only crying when she knows she's alone.

Unintelligent

Being female, Yumin wasn't educated as thoroughly as the males in the village. She doesn't understand basic maths or science, but has a basic grasp on language. Her education was focused on how to be a housewife rather than how to provide.

Dependent

Yumin is heavily dependent on the men in her life as she hasn't been taught how to live independently. Without her father or husband to hunt the food, she would have nothing to cook, and she certainly doesn't have it in her to kill.

likes.

Animals, especially horses. Baking, sweet foods, going for walks, long dresses and skirts, plants, delicious feasts.

dislikes.

Having to show skin, crying in front of others, crying children, sour fruit.

fears.

People outside of their village, losing her family, the unknown, her mother, loud noises, being seen as insane, childbirth, small spaces.

the disappearance.

Yumin, being so young when she was taken from her family, has no memory of them. Her first memory was sitting in the garden in the arms of her father, watching her brothers play. Her parents were on a trip to the city centre in Seoul, on a mission to spoil their newborn daughter. She was asleep in her pram as her mother picked out new clothes and toys for her. She had only love for her daughter, wanting her to have the best life she possibly could. While stood on the path, asking a stranger for directions, Yumin was snatched from her pram by a stranger.

Yumin's parents were devastated, their only child was gone. They tried their hardest to get their daughter back, using all the money and resources they had to get her kidnapping investigated. However, many years later, they had their daughter declared dead in homes of creating some closure, completely unaware that she was living a completely different life to the one they had hoped for her.

childhood.

TW; Abuse, infanticide
Yumin struggled being an only girl, she had to live a completely different life to her brothers. She could only watch them play outside, getting dirty and rolling in the grass, but she was only allowed to play with feminine toys like dolls. She would often try to sneak out and play with them, where she could be loud and jump and get messy. She was, unfortunately, always caught and punished.

Her punishments ranged from being shut in her room, locked in a wardrobe, deprived of food or physically beaten by her mother. As an adult woman, she still has some scars from his incidents, especially on her knuckles and fingers from trying to escape. She was often kept inside to try and hide the abuse as her father worried his wife's insanity would be discovered.

Her mother had a temperamental relationship with her. She was her miracle baby, the girl she always wanted who had passed away and somehow been returned to her. She was Gods gift, but she wasn't the same as when she had given birth to her. Some days, she would dote on her every need, cuddling her tightly and giving her the affections he so craved. Other days, she was devil spawn, a changeling that took her daughters place that fateful night, replacing her with an inhuman creature. Her father would have to stop her from almost killing her, believing she needed to drown the changeling to return her real daughter to her.

As Yumin grew older and quieter, the abuse began to lessen. She had learned what behaviour upset her mother and avoided it as much as possible, though still struggled with the memories of what her mother had done. Her mother, however, was genuinely afraid of her daughter getting married. She couldn't let a demon marry and reproduce, infecting the village with her spawn. Her father simply hoped Yumin leaving their home would improve his wife's mental state.

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[junegloom]

nari.

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  choi nari 최나리

  
  
  

  
  

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  south korea

  
  
  

  
  

  heterosexual

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  height

  weight

  
  

  5’9

  123lbs

  
  
  

  hair

  
  nari has long dark hair that falls down her back. it’s wavy and often left loose and untouched. however, if she is cooking, cleaning, or if it is particularly hot or windy, she will have it neatly tied back or braided in some way. it is always brushed and neat, making sure she looks presentable at all times.
  
  

  eyes

  
  nari’s eyes are a deep brown. when the sun hits them just right, you can see the chestnut tones. her eyelashes aren’t particularly long or dark, but rather average. they are also where nari’s emotions are given away, despite what her facial expression may say.
  
  

  body type

  
  nari is quite tall, taller than a lot of the other girls she grew up with, which is something that she is rather self conscious of. she is slim and lanky, being made up of all limbs. she has no curves to speak of, but that really doesn't matter as they are hidden beneath her modest dresses.
  
  

  body mods

  
  none at all.
  
  

  body style

  
  of course, nari does not have a personal style. she makes and wears the same neutral dresses every other woman and girl wears in the community. however, her appearance is always neat and well taken care of. her clothes are always clean and wrinkle-free, her hemlines are always straight and of the appropriate length, and her white apron is always pristine.
  
  

  face claim

  
  jung hoyeon
  

  
  
  
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  introvert

  observant

  
  

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  63%

  
  
  

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  judging

  
  

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  89%

  
  
  

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  49%

  
  
  isfj-t: "the defender personality type is quite unique, as many of their qualities defy the definition of their individual traits. though sensitive, defenders have excellent analytical abilities; though reserved, they have well-developed people skills and robust social relationships; and though they are generally a conservative type, defenders are often receptive to change and new ideas. as with so many things, people with the defender personality type are more than the sum of their parts, and it is the way they use these strengths that defines who they are."
  
  

  
  

  traits

  
  

  positive traits

  
  patient: setbacks and delays are not concerns for nari. everything will get done in due course and she is rarely frustrated.
  loyal: nari will support those she cares about unconditionally. it would take something extreme to have her turn against her family or future husband.
  observant: because she lacks a formal education, nari learns by watching and listening. she notices more than she lets on and commits important information to memory.
  hard-working: nari dedicates 100% of herself to everything that she does. from anything as simple as the meal she is cooking to something as important as caring for her sisters, she puts all of her efforts in.
  reliable: you can trust nari to be there for when you need her on time with no complaint. whether it is to comfort you or to do you a favor, she will always be there to help.
  selfless: nari always puts everyone else's needs and happiness before her own. she does this with a smile, as their happiness is her happiness.
  
  

  negative traits

  
  passive: nari lets others make the decisions and take control. she will never speak up for what she thinks or believes.
  nervous: she is quite high-strung and easily alarmed. nari is a worrier by nature and is usually concerned about what could go wrong.
  nosy: having to take care of so many younger sisters, nari was always in their business. she wants to know what is going on with people, even if it is not her business.
  nagging: when something needs to be done, she will not let it go. she will give reminders until the task is complete. of course, this usually falls on her sisters as it is not her place to instruct anyone else.
  weak-willed: it doesn't take much to change nari's mind. it is not her place to have an opinion, she will just follow along with what she is told, even if it is not what she believes.
  sensitive: nari takes things too personally, even if they aren't necessarily meant that way.
  
  

  likes

  
  sunshine, flowers, the sound of rain, sweets, fresh clothes, baking, sunsets, moonlight, her family, animals
  
  

  dislikes

  
  loud noises, conflict, the dark, imperfection, mess, lying, bugs, slimy textures, feeling idle, disappointment
  
  

  habits

  
  tucks hair behind right ear, smooths clothes when nervous, scrunches nose when thinking
  
  

  fears

  
  having children, the pitch black, claustrophobic
  
  
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  descended from one of the original families, nari was born on a warm and sunny spring afternoon. it was the same day that her mother noticed that the lilies had bloomed, which is how she had received her name. her parents were overjoyed to welcome their first child within their first year of marriage. of course, they were a bit disappointed that their firstborn was not the son they had hoped for, but they were not too fussed. there was still plenty of time for that.
  
  nari’s first sister was born the year after her and the next came along two years after that. that was when her parents began to grow a bit concerned and started to develop a backup plan should they never welcome the son that they so desired. with nari being so close in age to the son of their leader, they decided that they were going to shape her into the ideal housewife- so perfect that there was no other choice for who the leader would pick to marry his son.
  
  

  childhood to pre-teen

  
  

  from early childhood nari’s rigorous education began. if she was going to be molded into the perfect housewife, they needed to start young. from the time she was able to, she was glued to her mother’s side to learn just what it meant to be a housewife. she cooked with her mother, cleaned with her mother, she took care of her three younger sisters with her mother. they were lucky she had such a naturally passive temperament so that she never resisted or questioned her parents. though they were clear on just how unacceptable it was if she were to do those things.
  
  when she was not with her mother, she was with her father. he educated her on the scriptures and important beliefs of the settlement. he had her reciting bible verses from memory. these were the only times she ever really interacted with her father. he was not an easy man to please. she’d have to listen and recite the passages he had read to her repeatedly until she could do it perfectly. he was an important man in the community, so he did not have time to wait around and be patient. no, she had to learn and she needed to learn quickly. her younger sisters often heard her practicing at night. in the time after they said their bedtime prayers, she’d whisper passages to herself until she fell asleep.
  
  

  teen to young adult

  
  

  when nari was fourteen, she gained two more younger sisters. identical twins. this time, her mother educated her throughout her pregnancy on what to expect and expected nari to assist in taking care of the infants once they arrived. nari, however, knew this would be the case. she was the primary caretaker of her other sisters, so she knew this wouldn’t be any different. at sixteen, her parents had their final child, her youngest sister. at this point, nari had practically taken over the household. she cooked and cleaned and watched her sisters. this final sister was only different because her mother felt nari was old enough to assist with her birth. that was something that would stick with her for the rest of her life. while everything turned out alright in the end, it was a very complicated birth that was even touch-and-go for a moment.
  
  this brought forth the only hesitancy nari had towards marriage. having children. though she didn’t understand when or how it is supposed to happen, she knew that babies were going to come after marriage and after witnessing that, the thought terrified her. not to mention that taking care of children was absolutely exhausting in addition to her household duties. however, she knew to keep these thoughts locked deep inside. she knew that was expected of her and questioning that path would be unacceptable.
  
  while she couldn’t read or write, she wasn’t stupid. far from it. nari knew her only option in life was to get married. the other option was far too terrifying to think about. so, she knew that her best possible outcome would be if she was selected to marry the leader’s son, just as her parents spent all these years preparing her to do. nari made sure to earn the favor of the leader’s family to give herself even better chances of being chosen. she went out of her way to help the leader’s family with anything they asked if her. whether it was running errands, babysitting, or even helping around their house, nari did it all with a smile, thanking them for the opportunity to help. she did this to stand out, knowing every other girl her age had the same hope of being the one who got to marry the leader’s son.
  
  
  
  
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  family life

  
  both of nari's parents were 22 when they got married. they are 43 years old now. her father's name is sung-hoon and her mother's name is eun-yeong. she also has six younger sisters: jeong-sook (20), seo-yun (18), sora (16), mina (7), jin-joo (7), and finally, yu-mi (5).
  
  

  moment one

  
  nari can't remember how old she was, but she was very young when her parents sat her down and told her of their expectations. of course, they framed it in a fairy-tale way. that she would be perfect and that the leader would have no choice but to pick her to marry his son. it sounded like a dream. that she'd be chosen and they'd live happily ever after. this was reinforced over the years and she grew to understand just why it was the best scenario to be chosen for the son.
  
  

  moment two

  
  she was eleven the first time she impressed her father. she had recited every teaching and scripture he had asked on the first try without stumbling or forgetting anything. he had never complimented her efforts before, only giving corrections or simple nods of approval. until that moment, she didn't realize just how much she had been wanting his approval. from then on, she doubled her efforts in hopes of maintaining his approval and to even possibly impressing the leader.
  
  

  moment three

  
  the birth of nari's younger sister, yu-mi, was a defining moment in her life. at sixteen years old, her mother felt that she was old enough to assist when the time came. nobody expected the birth to be so difficult. the six girls that came before were not easy, of course, but completely normal and unremarkable. there was so much blood this time. when the doctor started praying as he did his best to save nari's mother and the baby, nari knew something was terribly wrong. it was tense, and long, and terrifying. though it all turned out all right in the end, it left nari with a deep fear of getting pregnant and giving birth.
  
  

  dog

  
  shortly after yu-mi was born, nari found herself with a shadow. a jindo dog— a puppy, really, less than a year old, started following nari around. from the time she got up in the morning, through her chores, until she went to bed. he'd even follow her to church, waiting outside for her return. of course, her parents were not fond of the idea of keeping him. so, nari didn't name him. she only called him 캐, or gae (dog). of course, nobody except gae had a say in the matter and over time it just became accepted that he was hers. the pair are inseparable, only apart when nari goes somewhere he is not permitted, where he waits patiently outside. and at night, he curls up at the foot of her bed until it is time to wake up in the morning.
  

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Gyeong Hye

His name translates to "a bright and intelligent man", Hye has lived up to this name. Questioning the ethics of the community he has been brought up in. Maybe his parents were just doing what they thought was best for the family.

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the son.

the next leader.

Ha Ji-ho.

A former family of the modern age, he and his parents fell down a rabbit hole of religion and emerged as Abraham's People. Though his parents swear that there's nothing outside of these borders, he still carries the remnants of the old world in his heart.

the basics.

name

Ha Ji-Ho (하아 지호); Ha meaning "summer" (하아) and Ji meaning "fortune" (지) and Ho, "to call" (호).

nickname

N/A

date of birth

June 21st

age

Twenty-One

location

Abraham's Peoples Settlement

gender

Male

role

The Tricked

the visage.

height

175 cm / 5'8"

weight

70 kg / 154 lbs

hair

Black hair with a brown tinge in the sunlight. Though most of his bangs are contained in a top knot, there always seem to be a few wisps sprawling from his temples.

eyes

Brown eyes with a half-hearted stare.

features

Scars along his wrists and fingers from not repenting

body type

A slim frame with lean muscle.

face claim

Yoon Chang Young

the beginning of the end.

the personality.

Ji-ho would march to the beat of his own drum, if he had one. A strange child since he first settled into the community, few people know how to approach him so he does the favor of approaching them instead. If you are new the community (or new to him), he will be the first to introduce himself (most often as Ji-Ho The Wonder Kid). This is especially true if it is someone in his age group. In that case, he will take it upon himself to be a personal ambassador of Abraham's People and their first friend. Much of it comes from a desire to find another person to share his songs and theories with, but that doesn't mean he will speak over them. He welcomes alternative perspectives and anyone who can show him something new will forever earn a place in his heart. That is of course assuming that he hasn't scared them off yet.

Life as it is currently doesn't excite him, but what life could be keeps Ji-Ho working. Though he isn't very charismatic or self-assured, he still wants to contribute to his people's future in his own strange ways.

the virtues.

Imaginative

Ji-Ho's brain never stops. Where most people are content to go through life as it happens, he digs deeper in the pursuit of knowledge. The words "why," "when," and "how" are a constant occurrence, but often ends with him being chastised for disrupting the class. Because of this, he's taken to spinning his own narratives, be it about heaven or Earth. More than once, his writings have been confiscated for being heresy (which is nothing to say about his proposed lyrical changes to existing hymns), but it hasn't stopped him from continuing to think, dream, and write about what he sees in front of him.

Energetic

He never seems to run out of power, often pushing himself to his physical limits to get even remotely sleepy. It isn't uncommon to see him still running around after chores are done or homework is finished.

Meticulous

If Ji-Ho is going to do something, he will do it right. He pours over his work endlessly, checking every detail before the deadline. Gifts, classwork, chores, construction, everything must be done his way and the correct version of his way before he presents it to others. If asked for help, he will do the same for the asker as he often notices things that others do not.

Talkative

Give a person five minutes with Ji-Ho and he'll act like he's known them his entire life. Parents, children, teachers, pastors, he talks to them as though there's no age, gender, or ranking gap. Backing away from a conversation is nigh impossible as he has no issue turning a quick "goodbye" into a five minute affair.

Humble

Part of the reason he asks as many questions as he does is because he is aware of how little he knows. Pride is a sin and Ji-Ho is uncomfortable with the idea of overselling his skills lest they backfire on him.

the vices

Self-Doubt

Despite the stories, the songs, and the confidence with which he speaks, Ji-Ho's resolve folds under pressure. A life of being told his memories never existed has left him constantly questioning what's real and what's a product of his imagination. He finds himself repeating affirmations, ask his friends for confirmation of past events, and collecting evidence to codify what he knows to be true.

Oblivious

Despite how observant he is regarding the external world, he doesn't pay much attention to people's feelings. While he might ask about a person's day, he rarely vets whether they are lying. Unless you've wronged him in the past, he will take your word at face value.

Idiosyncratic

Where most people go left, he goes right and where the other members walk towards the light, he peers into the darkness. He has a difficult time conforming to the "normal" way that his elders ask him to perform tasks, even when explained appropriately. This is, by no means, an attempt to be contrarian so much as an instinct to act in accordance with his own method of problem solving. More than once he's felt the strike of a ruler against his wrist for filing papers or calculating math using a different technique.

Conflict Averse

Even on the subjects that he knows, Ji-Ho's instinct is to back down when confronted by others. He flinches at the thought of getting into an extended fight with someone, particularly if it's someone close to him. He would rather concede his point than risk losing a friend.

Static

Somewhere between the age of fourteen and eighteen, . Through all the beatings, "reeducation" classes, and counseling from his elders, Ji-Ho's core has remained the same. When it comes to his flaws, he finds himself having the same conversations with the same people and getting in trouble for the same things.

likes.

Rain, Storms, Singing, Chatting, Napping, Hunting, Swimming, Writing

dislikes.

Working, Silence, Humid heat, High pitched noises, Mushy foods, His parents, Committing penance

enter abraham's people.

He remembers the American rock playing over the department store speakers better than the well dressed men that approached his parents. The devil's music they called it. While they spoke of God and demons, Ji-Ho captured monsters on the game system they had on display. The copy of Diamond and Pearl that he came home with was crushed a week later for infecting their home. Along with the rest of the cassettes, CDs, and radio, his parents sold off his games to "purify" their family. The doctor called it "electromagnetic hypersensitivity," but they were convinced that the evil in the world had infected his mother and moving to the commune was the only way to save everyone.

hometown.

The birth of Ji-Ho's sister marked the end of one era and the start of a new one. Their parents had been trying for over two years before So-Yeon came into this world, gasping for air. Given the ten year age gap, they expected him to cease playing pretend and start acting like the older brother than he was supposed to be. No more drawings, no more playing pretend, and no more ramblings of their old life. They knew that letting him influence their second childhood would lead to tanking their reputation. Initially he complied with their instructions, but it wasn't long before he resumed his tales of his past life (now with a captive audience). It was clear that the belt wasn't working so they shoved him into the closet and barred the door shut. He missed school for nearly a week, constantly shuffled in and out of the closet based on how he answered their questions. If they aligned with the values of their leader he'd see sunlight. if he mentioned anything about his old life, he'd be taken back to the darkness.

old time rock & roll.

Things like electronics, vehicles, and television could be eked out of Ji-ho's mind, but the music never stopped. Every thud became part of an internal rhythm and every hymn, filler for the lyrics that he couldn't remember. Fragments of foreign music came to him in dreams, often ending with him breaking out in tears over a language he could barely speak. While his parents were slaughtering the animals, he drummed against the dinner table. Once he discovered the noise taut strings could make, he tied twine across wooden planks and plucked them to an inaudible beat. Then he stole his sister's embroidered hoops and after that, tapping half-filled glasses of water. Even if he couldn't perform in front of an audience he could still create a melody in his heart.

And just once, his father joined him.

He'd been helping his father repair their wheelbarrow and overheard him humming familiar words in a language he once knew. The beat came quickly as he rapped his fingers against the wood and only intensified when Ji-Ho began tapping his feet.

"That kind of music just soothes the soul. I reminisce about the days of old. With that old time rock 'n' roll. Still like that-"

And just like that, God imprinted a new world unto him. Though neither he nor his father spoke of that moment again, something had shifted between them. The beatings he thought he outgrew increased in frequency. His parents halved his play time to teach him the family trade and daily room inspections became the norm. But even through all of that, his mind finally found a truth that his parents couldn't bury.

God tasked him with ushering in rock n' roll.

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[Gao]

salutations my brothers in christ​

JIANG.

THE HIDDEN.

I.

II.

III.

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  I.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  I

  
  

  
  

  name.

  
  
  

  JIANG HONGHUI

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  II

  
  

  
  

  AGE.

  
  
  

  TWENTY-FOUR

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  III

  
  

  
  

  D.O.B.

  
  
  

  7TH OF MARCH

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  IV

  
  

  
  

  PRONOUNS.

  
  
  

  HE/HIM

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  V

  
  

  
  

  SEXUALITY.

  
  
  

  QUESTIONING

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  VI

  
  

  
  

  P.O.B.

  
  
  

  ABRAHAM'S CULT

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  VII

  
  

  
  

  OCCUPATION.

  
  
  

  ESSENTIAL, DOCTOR

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  visage.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  

  height & weight.

  
  
  

  6'3" (190cm), 189lbs (89kg). Less tuned for the physical demands of hunting or farming, Jiang encapsulates an average figure of elegance rather than brawn. Leggy and lanky, his fitted role in the community is clear.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  HAIR.

  
  
  

  A pale current, flaxen streams cradle shoulders and bleed over skin of matching hue. Regularly hosting blades of wheat and grass alludes to the leonine laziness, and once cut, will be troubled to find his ears are now subject to the cold.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  EYES.

  
  
  

  Albeit cedar scalded in dark, Jiang’s stare is a wandering magnet. Distracted and sun-soft, when lulled by warmth and idle time, one may even notice lids slowly shuttering to a close. He wallows in it selfishly, these sleepy habits.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  DISTINGUISHING.

  
  
  

  Albeit of cream hue, there is shadow to his demeanour. A magnolia steeped in moonlight, always quiet, respectful, yet overlooked.
  
  This brooding interpretation soon expires when they realise Jiang has not been gazing out over the land in deep thought, and instead has been watching a beetle walk across a fencepost for twenty minutes.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  faceclaim.

  
  
  

  Wan Yi Hua

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  psyche.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  TRAITS.

  
  
  

  Drowsy, dismissive, dishonest, restrained, withdrawn, unconventional, unfocused, soft-spoken, petty, verbally tactless, mutinous, conflicted, nosy, mediator, laidback, empathetic, introspective, observant, unassuming.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  IN DETAIL.

  
  
  

  Voice gentle as spring rain and manner insipid as seafoam, Jiang has lacquered himself in a moonlight shell. Conscientious and amicable enough to put faith in, he fades into obscurity when near the sun; better and brighter haloed individuals.
  
  Wrapped in white gauze with wandering eyes, Jiang’s quiet ways cast them phantasmal and adrift from community routine. Dew-eyed and coy, disoriented and faraway by most people’s diagnosis. He mirrors what is expected, uniform and without questions, an adequate mimicry of a content lamb led to the house of slaughter, yet a closed book warrants more insight than its cover.
  
  Unassuming and lonerlike and built from placid verisimilitude, the seafoam demeanour is born through salt and brine, a gritty paste decant into sun-cooked spoil. Protest rots in his mouth, a sickness so sweet it bears cavity through tender gum and walled teeth. He drinks its suppuration like sacrificial wine, the fermenting grapes of a disruptive youth that continues to bleed red and fervid like a seam-split gash.
  
  A boy who sells dissections of truth, always exact with incision, a personality condensed into perfect portions for easy stomaching. He lives in a prey-sense environment, paranoid the fringes of his vision hold hidden hazards; the viperous shadow of God’s judgement awaiting an achilles.
  
  With mind inclined to mischief and mouth proving problematic, childhood repercussions tethered down his inquisitive nature, burying unruly impertinence only to be displayed away from the prying eyes of others— save he be dealt enough lashes to flay a man to death.
  
  Pomegranate blemished fingers and vinous stained mouth all in a desire to devour the divine, it haunts Jiang, the teeming of hungry teeth he can feel. Fears the cleanse did not rid him of these thoughts— this sin, only pared open his skull and cage of bones in welcome for further bloom. Viscera and gray brain matter, water and memory and faulty flesh where the devil lays entrenched; there is something wrong, something dead and permeating in the grave of his body.
  
  He could grip a cross till palm beaded ruby, recite holy psalm till throat sloughed raw, but at times he desired a bloodletting. Wanting to hook fingers under a scab, pull away the moist epidermis and bleed over floors to lose even a fraction of this evil. Yet even if bled dry, opal bones bleached and baked by the sun, there’s no losing something etched and infused into marrow.
  
  But mostly he is good. And quiet. And definitely not attracted to men.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  LIKES.

  
  
  

  Undercooked venison, lakes, peaches, summer rain, afternoon naps, yoghurt, collecting river pebbles, chickens, borrowing the communion wine.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  DISLIKES.

  
  
  

  Wearing shoes, thistles, goats, mushrooms, repetition, bible-study, apricot skin, responsibility, waking early.

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  ❛❛

  ❜❜

  You buried me in the backyard, crazed and kamikaze. It hurts to breathe filth.

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
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  III.

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  KISMET.

  
  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  CW FOR IMPLIED ABUSE & GENERAL CULT SHIT LMAO

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  PSALM 1.

  
  
  

  God opposes the arrogant.
  
  His mother told him that in the aftermath of each question. Defaced with gum resin and fragrant cassia, an oil to sanctify, set the anointed as holy.
  
  Is love not closely shackled with fear? Is love not servient with undertones of cruelty? Devotion had only ever been met with recitations of the bible, hallucinations of haloes, and still, he regrets doubting it.
  
  Ginger tea cupped in child palms and tendrils of steam curling the divider of their rosewood table: Mama, a dawning of hesitancy, I don’t think I should love a man who frightens you.
  
  And still, he doesn’t regret saying it.
  
  A scorching scalp and bloodless forehead pressed to altar for tar-dredged hours. Apologise, repent, fear God and the judgement he will incur. Each aching knoll of his spine a headstone of error. Penance. Recycling prayer and mantra that beg for burial, a heavy cadaver to be unearthed. Inescapable as rising tide, a gravedigger who’d eventually lapse into spading away layers of faith.
  
  He couldn’t swallow dirt and pretend to be satiated.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  PSALM 2.

  
  
  

  He has stood before the sanctorium, unsure whether to christen or burn it whole. A restless boy, that’s what he was.
  
  When a friend pushed him a little too hard during play, he’d shove them back with twice the force. Incurring scorching reprimand of both God and guardian— anger lodged itself in the heart of fools, isn't that what they preached? —Jiang blinked impassively at tear-pathed face and scraped knees, peppered with consequences of blood and spite, look back to the parent, offer a shrug, a tepid response:
  
  They started it.
  
  Underbelly of the matter was not soft and pliant, but grisled and filthy. An aftertaste of an unruly kid with a eulogy of mishaps, stood on a steeple of problems like an ember ready to dovetail into wildfire.
  
  He’d gossip in rear pews throughout prayer and earn curt slaps upside the head. Be found absent from studies to slumber amongst sun-glazed wheatfields. Swipe cooling loaf from a window, leave stables unlocked, hide his shoes, attempt to annex a chicken. Writhing like satin or snakeskin, naught but a marionette doll tugged by delicate joints at a crossroads: obey the lord or face judgement.
  
  He desired neither.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  PSALM 3.

  
  
  

  Whoever reviles father or mother must surely die.
  
  He wanted to believe there was an exact notch in time when it all spiralled. He needed to believe when the foundations of a building buckled and sunk below soft soil, when the yellow yolk sun receded beneath the alpine crowns or crops awoke burned by a layer of frost, that there was a reason outside of God's fickle will.
  
  A memory held captive in ice, it lives inside him, this heartsick mistaken for heatsick. Yielding willing hands to barbed splinter. Sharing the spoils of a tangerine tree on a warm sleepy afternoon, murmurs and laughter so quiet not even their hidden alcove could take it hostage. Graceless hands wiping at sticky residue in solar flare sacrilege and soft lips, consequences of such branded him to an aperture of the past, a drowsy rift seething avid with hurt.
  
  Salvation does not mean safety.
  
  Learned when the cure came with no euphoria. No remedy for evil, no milk and honey to alchemize the stretch of decay. Wickedness should be staved off, starved out, deprived of breath to make the host inhabitable. Shrapnel throat and rope-frayed wrists, uncanny when above a certain temperature, burning felt like freezing.
  
  There was no illusioned heaven, no soothing paracosm rapture to hide in. Only panic to the feeling of lungs reversing like a breached hull. The acid-blade sting of bile where desperation encrypts as a thick film, it eats sound, stifling noise staunch in the jugular to ferment bones and blood with dread.
  
  Gorged on nothing and hollowed of air, it is a pyrrhic victory to emerge purified and expelled of evil. Entombed catatonic, pronounced mild. Biddable. Just eight years old. Habits borne to be honed through years of quietly biting a tongue, lying, letting teeth sink an inch, half moon arcs of pain to flood his mouth with red.
  
  If this was forgiveness, he didn’t want it.
  
  Flame swallowed and left to smoulder the organ harboured in the rib-coffined kiln of his torso; fight and protest were charred into nothing but residue of silt and cinder.
  
  If this was how God showed love, then he did not want to be loved.
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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  ✧ JIĀNG Hàorán | Father | 47
  Tall and sombre, he has shadowed this man labelled father for years. Detached throughout youth, it was only after the exorcism did they appear to invest some sense of pride. Albeit pursuing his father's job as a community Doctor, the occupation feels vacant, as the righteous medicine to be offered during grief is prayer.
  
  ✧ LÍN Mĕi | Mother | 45
  A stout woman with perpetual rose dusk cheeks, she desires to live the way that God intended: without question and plagued by fear. Even by religious standards Lin Mei is intense, with devotion that can— has, borderlined insanity. He is conflicted on how he feels towards her, torn between rocky past and peaceful present.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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[Steve Jobs]

the revenge.

the nothingness.

cha yeong-mi.

Driven by her twin's death and a startling revelation, Cha Yeong-mi has been waiting for an opportunity to get revenge against Abraham's People. Her parents hope marriage will tame the shrew, but her plans span further than a house and children. She will burn this godless world to the ground.

the basics.

name

Cha Yeong-mi (채영미)

nickname

"Insolent Child," Pig

date of birth

21st June (Summer Solstice)

age

Twenty-One

location

Abraham's Peoples Settlement

gender

Female

role

The Revenge

the visage.

height

160 cm (5’3″)

weight

48 kg / 105 lbs

hair

A river of tar and ink, flowing over her collarbone. Humidity turns still waters to heavy waves, crashing against her face.

eyes

"Dirt brown" as she likes to call them. Where they once glowed with curiousity, now they feign contentment

features

Lash marks across her back, bruises in places nobody would think to look, self-inflicted symbols of resistance

body type

Despite her appetite, her frame remains wiry and delicate with small shoulders and a small chest. For all of her talk, most boys her age could throw her across the room.

face claim

Park Ji-Hu

the beginning of the end.

the personality.

Yeong-mi exists on the precipice of exile, one bite away from leaving paradise. Publicly, she's accepted the Lord as her salvation but continues to push the boundaries of acceptability. Like a dog skirting the edges of its owner's lawn she too wanders around the community, stirring enough trouble to irritate Abraham's People but never enough to be excommunicated. She doesn't ask for permission, instead begging for forgiveness from her elders.

Weaponized incompetence has become her best friend; a spill here, a foul dish there, and a ruined barn is enough to drive her parents mad. Unfortunately they can only punish her so much. They wouldn't want Yeong-mi to become damaged goods. It's a game of push and pull where neither side will truly let go.

Spite be damned; hatred be damned; selfishness be damned--some weak and twisted part of her still cares about her parents. She wishes that they could have been born in another world where Hae existed and demons did not; she wishes that she could settle for either hate or love instead of the festering wound in her heart.

People who are smart know to keep away from her when her smile drops and she balls her fists; in her loveliest dreams, they do not.

the virtues.

Crafty

Rather than an unabashed heathen, she's reduced herself to a minor annoyance, hiding her true beliefs under a veneer of teenage angst. She knows better than to show her hand--instead she distracts people with a pretty face and a smile that begs for a second chance.

Observant

With the eyes of an owl and the temperament of a crow, few things slip by her. Though her comments are typically meant to embarrass others, she'll occasionally compliment those she deems competent in their field.

Focused

Of the few traits she and Hae shared, their focus was one of them. Once something gains her attention, she will not pull away. Whether the task stems from recreation or obligation, Yeong-mi will not stop until completion. Though her standards aren't the highest in the community, the sentiment remains.

the vices

Spiteful

Where most are guided by the light of God, Yeong-mi is fueled by fire and brimstone. Her spite burns brighter than the flames of Hell and for longer than the embers in the hearth. She hoards indiscretions like a dragon hoards gold; she wants every reason to hate someone. It's the only way to justify her actions.

Violent

She wishes things were different but there are days she can't help herself. The anger flows through her like a demon taking hold of her soul. She screams into her pillow during the dead of night and punches trees until her knuckles are raw. She throws rocks at running hares, aim steady and true.

Insensitive

Though detail oriented, she thinks very little of things that don't interest her. Though she'll lend people an ear, she finds it difficult to relate to people's troubles and often gives useless or overly blunt input.

likes.

Insects, Birds, Sunlight, Fruit, Cold Water, Fish, Warm Weather, Swimming, Playfighting, Silence

dislikes.

Vegetables, Dairy Products, Rain, Hard Labor, Cold Weather, Seeds, Waking Up Early, The Leader (and his family), Failure

the beginning.

Hae was the person Yeong-mi loved most in this world and the next. Born only ten minutes apart, the two were thought to be a good omen; they received twice the gifts, twice the praise, and twice the chance of connecting with the future Leader.

They also caused twice as much trouble. Hae's docile nature was as much of an asset was it was a detriment. It was far too easy for Yeong-mi to rope her into digging for worms, climbing trees, or swimming with their gowns on. It was common for the two to come back home with clothes stained beyond repair.

Conversely, Hae's insistence to adhering the Bible's values coaxed Yeong-mi to at least try to complete their chores.

She misses those days when three hours felt like three minutes.

the sacrifice.

It was three years ago, but she relives the moment every night. Her parents indulged the family in a feast of rice, banchan, and beef galbi, Hae's favorite. Yeong-mi ate with grit teeth, more concentrated on wolfing down every piece of meat she could get her chopsticks on. Her sister didn't protest (she never did) so it was up to their mother to swat her hand away. It was a special day so Hae ought to receive the lion's share of the meal.

"It's not fair! It'snotfair! It'snotfair! IT'S NOT FAIR!" she repeated inwardly, then outwardly. She rose from the chair before slamming her bowl on the table followed by her chopsticks.

At first her parents stared Yeong-mi, perhaps misinterpreting her outburst for jealousy before shaking their heads.

"I don't want you to die!"

Her sister walked over and hugged her, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. "I've been bestowed the honor of protecting our community, protecting us. There's no greater purpose than to serve the Lord. Please don't cry." But for every tear she wiped away, ten more took its place, leaving the weaker twin a sobbing mess.

Yes, Hae had always been the stronger of the two physically, spiritually, and emotionally. She was everything Yeong-mi was not. Sweet, selfless, and dutiful to a fault. She never once complained about the punishments leadership doled out for not keeping Yeong-mi in line. Everything Hae did, she did for her.

After the sacrifice Yeong-mi became everything Hae was not. Spiteful, selfish, and unwieldy to a fault. Her troublemaking behavior increased tenfold every time that she was punished because the holy half of her died that night.

All that was left was a hellion feasting on rage.

the resurrection.

(trigger warning for child abuse, choking)

"Who is your God?"

"Not Him," she hissed.

One hand.

"Who is our God?"

"Not...Him," she wheezed.

Then two.

"WHO IS YOUR GOD?"

"Not Hi-" Her breath stopped as her head slammed against the floor. They'd gone through this song and dance before, but never with such ferocity. She writhed against her father's grip, digging her nails into the back of his palm.

"WHO IS YOUR MAKER?"

She could feel her head spinning; the edges of her vision blurred into darkness as her life left her body.

She was sure that she would see the gates of Hell, but it was not so.

It was a vast nothingness that her soul was anchored to; it was proof that all her suffering was for naught; it was a wonder she chose to rise.

Yeong-mi gasped for air, tears streaming down her face as her father held his head in his hands. She realized then that it had been the two year anniversary of her twin's murder and her father couldn't send another child to their death.

"God. God is our lord and savior," she whispered finally.

She would never be their dutiful daughter nor savior, but she could be their deliverance against Abraham's People.

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