Full Name: Hwang KiHoon

Nickname:Kei, its my err.. English name.

Age: 18

Birthdate: May 17

Role: Insane

Reason for Admission: "I have an extreme case of anxiety, I'm also a hypochondriac; I worry myself to death, but then regret when it really starts to hurt me. Apparently, my doses aren't strong enough to hold my paranoia down." KiHoon also suffers from psychosomatic symptoms, assuming on a almost daily basis that he is diagnosed with a traumatic or terminal disease that is destined to lead him to an early death.

Likes: + Video Games
+ Dancing
+ Distractions
+ Mochi Ice Cream
+ When his symptoms don't act up

Dislikes: + Awkward Conversations
+ Worrying
+ Not Getting Answers (general)
+ His medication
+ When his symptoms act up

Fear(s): DEATH. More than he ever knows.

Description: KiHoon stands at 180cm and weighs 69kg, with a slender to athletic build from hours of dancing alone in his room. Known to dye his hair once or twice every few months, he had transitioned from platinum blond to his natural, dark hair color. Because the blond bangs had become bothersome to him, KiHoon had cut his own hair as short as it could get as soon as his natural ebony began to return to him. His looks were never too much of a concern to him, as there was nothing he could do about his half0crescent shaped brown eyes and his pallid skin; just as long as he had decent clothes to wear and was not out in the sun for too long, there was not much maintenance required. KiHoon has also made a habit of sticking his tongue out in casual situations, mostly out of force of habit rather than as a taunt. On a regular day, his wardrobe ranges from simple v-neck shirts and jeans to something a little more flashier, but never too flashy-- it wasn't his style.


Personality: "Kei? Yeah.. he's a cool guy, if you can get passed his paranoia."

"That guy worries his butt off, wayy too much! He swears he's sick like, everyday."

"I can never understand KiHoon, he's a little strange sometimes."

It was as others would describe the teen to be, wayward with a touch of kindness. When the opportunity was granted to him, KiHoon would share a friendly smile and a conversation with anyone, may it be a friend or a complete stranger. Naturally, being polite was one of his greater traits if you disregarded the worrywart in him. Though he isn't the type to help the elder crossing the streets or saving kittens from trees, he's the type to be someone you could rely on in times of need or have a good time with. Currently, he's learning to relax and to enjoy his life without his everyday stress triggers and usually does so by getting lost in dance. KiHoon had been dancing for a solid three years and has fell in every bit of love with it, though has never considered on taking the passion into something serious in his future. Despite that he isn't always concerned about he looks, it never set aside the slice of arrogance he has in his persona. If he's told he looks good, he'll bask in his appearance proudly; not to mention his passion for dance. "I'm pretty damn good."

For the inner personality of the teen comes the part where most people began to misunderstand and finally, disappear from KiHoon's life. On the outside, he may come off a normal teen, but its when he lets his anxiety get the best of him when his being begins to crumble. The secret stresses of his life make his heart palpitate, frequently- giving him a little worry as to why his heart would be acting so strangely, so suddenly. One minute, his heart is racing-- the next second, excessive sweating and lastly, the nightmares. With every symptom, his hypochondria triggers and causes him to assume things from brain tumors to internal bleeding. His assumptions get the est of him to the point where the conclusions consume him despite what loved ones and doctors tell him. As a result, KiHoon falls into frequent anxiety attacks and reduced into a sweating, panicked pulp until some form of medication is shoved into him. He tries to not let anyone know that he is actually a lot more reliant on his medication than anything else to keep his thoughts and pains in line, because without it; he was better off dead from worry.