and humanity itself,
my only foe
above the vaulted sky
* inha is completely blind in his right eye. only a select few know of this disability.
Likes:
art, riddles, architecture, woodsy & light floral scents, baggy clothes. tea, horror manga / movies, deer, birds. celtic myths.
dislikes:
heights, driving. yelling, loud noises, aggressive confrontation. police / authorities, hunting (for sport), littering.
basic information:
English Name: Shannon Seo
Korean Name: Seo Inha // μμΈν
Birthday: October 31st, 1996 (Scorpio)
Birth Place: Bussang, France
Raised in: Bristol, England
Education: University of Oxford
Current Location: Seoul, South Korea
Occupation: Art Curator (at Hangaram Art Museum)
appearance:
height: 178cm / 5'10"
hair color: current: blond (subject to change)
eye color: dark brown (subject to colored contacts)
scars: large gash along his right side down to his hip, which will be covered by a tattoo in the future.
modifications: small tattoo behind his left ear, tattoo along his lower stomach just above his right hip (future), both lobes pierced (3) times each, right helix pierced.
glorious horrors
He goes missing in 1999, all traces of the four year old boy goneβas if he had never existed at all. His case goes cold not even five months after his disappearance. All they had found was his bloody jacket and a large knife with no fingerprints.The boys mother commits suicide a year after his disappearance, the father goes into fatal cardiac arrest two years after that.It isn't until 2004 that he's found. Eight years old and picked up on the side of the road. The family happened to be on their way home from a reunion somewhere near the Vosges in France.They think he's lost, like he's just wandered off from his own family camping somewhere nearby in the woods. It takes them a half an hour of driving to realize who he isβthat he's the boy who went missing back in '99.The authorities take him in, ask questions, but they never do figure out all of the details. They're just left with a young boy who answers them in nothing but smiles and, "but the forest took care of me. It was the forest! Can I go back now?"
Inha lives a normal life after that. Or, as normal a life as he can between the whispers from his peers, from the people on the streets. But the only whispers he truly listens to are those from the forest. The ones that ring through his head, lingering and following his every move.It isn't until his adoptive family moves from France to England the following year that those whispers finally stop.But not for good.
under co!
* to find out what all happened to inha during his time missing, you must interact!
good and evil, braided be
An unearthly essence risen from the deadβ
he is the heart of the forest.
Inha possesses the ability of divination through various methods given to him by Cernunnos.general abilities:
The ability to see the unseenβ
ghosts of both human and non-human beings.To hear the whispers of the treesβ
the call of Cernunnos and other forest gods beckoning him to lure their latest victim.To feel the life and death of each plant and creature finding solace within the canopy.
senses when there is a death of a forest spirit or god, as well as when a reincarnation occurs.
can breathe life into dying plants and animals on the brink of death.Higher abilities:
Clairvoyance / "second sight" the ability to gain information about an object, person, location, or physical event through extrasensory perception.
Mediumship, the communication between spirits and living beings.Lesser abilities:
Tasseomancy, a fortune-telling method that interprets patterns in tea leaves, coffee grounds, and/or wine sediments.
Cartomancy, the practice of divination through the use of tarot cards.
* extrasensory perception is the reception of information not gained through the recognized physical senses, but sensed with the mind.
* sensory deprivation allows inha to seek and find targets residing in places/areas different than his own. this ability can reach vast distances, including separate dimensions.
* to find out how he acquired these abilities is saved for interaction!
disclaimers
- This account is in no way affiliated with Kim Taehyung, BTS, or BigHit Entertainment (obviously). This account is purely for roleplaying purposes only.
- Mun and muse are both over the age of 21. Please do not interact if you or your muse are underage.
- Willing to plot with mutual followers so long as our characters have interacted before! Also willing to write all sensitive subjects.
- Trigger warnings... panic attacks, mild depression, self-harm. And comes with a mature warning for written violence & murder, blood & gore, etc.
changing channels
* all of these ideas are subject to tweaking! of course i would like to make them so they're equally as important to both muses involved!
β eye eye captain:
your muse finds out about inha's disability.
- ( 0 /1 ) - inha bumps into your muse one too many times. what's his problem? doesn't he have any manners? the angry confrontation pushes him into admitting the blindness in his right eye.
- ( 0 /1 ) - over time, your muse notices that inha doesn't react to anything on his right side. not their playful scares, not the stationary objects or furniture in his way that he should see... is he really that clumsy? or is there something else?
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse goes out drinking with inha. they both have one too many and end up admitting some things that maybe they shouldn't have. or so it seems that way.
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse is invited over to inha's rooftop apartment. while you're waiting for him to finish whatever it is that he's doing, you find yourself reading whatever he's left out on the coffee table in his living room. a book or two, a magazine, newspaper. and a chart from an eye doctor?
β are you there?:
inha is in danger. what will your muse do?
- ( 0 /1 ) - under co.
β kaleidoscopes:
your muse, like inha, has a love for art.
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse visits the museum inha works at. he's eating lunch in the food court there. with no open seats aside for the ones around him, your muse asks to sit with him. after a bit of talk, he offers to take your muse on a small tour.
- ( 0 /1 ) - inha and your muse both start attending an art therapy class on thursday evenings. a friendship sparks between them as they catch each other staring at the other's work.
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse finds a hole in the wall coffee shop. inside there's a wall with bunches of small sheets of paper adorned with various artworks of previous and long-time customers. a few pages have fallen, so your muse decides to pick them up. one in particular catches their eye, and so your muse draws a page in reply and comes back the following week to find a response by the same artist. this continues until they run into each other.
- ( 0 /1 ) - under co.
β red sky at morning:
these plots / thread ideas will no doubt be the heaviest.
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse accompanies inha to get a tattoo to cover a large scar on his right side: from the lowest rib to the tender flesh of his lower stomach. what happened?!
- ( 0 /1 ) - your muse is helping inha look for something. in the process your muse comes across a box filled with newspaper clippings about a missing child presumed dead.
- ( 0 /1 ) - under co.
- sumn bout inha's nightmares
- sumn boutttt a really creepy hiking/camping experience
- SUmn boutttt like ??? a panic attack remembering his murder
- remembering n feelin the love cernunnos had for him
he doesn't remember how he got here. doesn't know where he is or where his parents are, either. just knows that he's cold. so, so very cold.a shiver wracks through his small frame and the boy's lower lip starts to quiver and tremble, but he doesn't cry. not yet at least.wide, round eyes glance about his surroundings. cold, damp and dark. but it isn't quite night time yet. the trees just block out the light, so densely packed in together."mama?" he chirps, shifting in his spot. tiny hands pressing into the ground as he stands on shaky legs, dirt and blood smeared against his knees. his shivering becomes more intense and he wanders forward, aimless and confused.the boy continues walking straight, teeth chattering as thin arms wrap around his little frame, dirty hands clasping each arm."papa?" he calls out. something near him rustles and disturbs a large mass of brush just a few feet away. "wanna go home now, can we go home?"