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β’β’ n a m e : xxxtae jeong
β’β’ a l i a s : xxnone
β’β’ b i r t h p l a c e : xxx daejeon, korea
β’β’ a g e : xxx24
β’β’ s e x u a l i t y : xxx unknown
β’β’ e t h n i c i t y : xxx korean
β’β’ r o l e : xxx halfling
β’β’ o c c u p a t i o n : xxx chemistry tutor
β’β’ p r i m a r yxxp o w e r : xxx creation
β’β’ s e c o n d a r yxxp o w e r : xxx rememberence
β’β’ t h o u g h txxc o l o u r : xxx#040c14
β’β’ d i a l o g u exxc o l o u r : xxx#9fa2a5
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PERHAPS --itβs in some vain attempt to reconcile with himself that heβs very much real β with tired eyes and an even worse soul β that Tae finds his house to be haunted with mirrors. Each fractured reflection displaying a different facet of himself that he desperately wishes to wash out in light. To let the sun repair his damaged skin, to blind any mistakes in his eyes, to let the heat warm the coldness in his countenance. He more than wants it, he needs it to survive.
Dark ink has made a home in his skin and has settled in like an old friend long gone. Tae cannot help but look at them in curiosity for each line has a story attached that he canβt quite remember. The only tangible memory being the deficiency in his bank account the night after.
He canβt be too disquieted however, for the delicate writing on his hand displays words he cannot read β but somehow knows inartistically what it means β and the roman numerals reminds him of time in balance β unchanging and forever lost. How dearly he wishes to remember the fond drunken depictions rather than the one conscious tattoo heβs acquired during the day. A single rose on his neck brands him as forever hers, despite the scrawly raven designed to cover up such a mistake.
Black consumes him, and dresses Tae like heβs constantly attending a funeral. He prefers to wear his hair in front of his eyes, and will only slick it back when attending to his job. He attempts to cover his tattoos in large jackets and turtle neck sweaters; guilt and disappointment weighing heavily on his shoulders. He has no need for prying eyes watching his every move β judging him just as he judges them.
ββββββββββββββββββββββββββThere was something marvellous as well as pathetic about him.
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PUNISHMENT xxxhad never been so divine as it did in the moment his words became entangled with hers. Cold words for an even colder person, his heart fluttered with the thought of a person so thoughtfully made for him that any imperfection within himself could bring him to his knees in despondency. Tae wished for cruelty, and it was cruelty he received. For what is more fitting for a man of vicious contempt than a counterpart exactly the same.
She ruined him in the most perfect way. Her words left scars and scabs in his soul, so deep that he was sure that when he died his ghost would follow hers. To heaven or hell, the difference would be minimal for paradise was lost the moment he said hello.
But it changed him β and for the better he supposed for he no longer walks with an air of faux sophistication, or bares his teeth in the face of humility. ( How carefully he had crafted a man worthy of sin only for it to be shattered with an even crueler vice. )
Now, his words choke him when he talks, and he finds solace in art and routine. He walks with his eyes cast downward and only looks up when asked, not for a lack of discipline, but because heβs afraid he might catch himself in the same position as before. Haughty and without remorse for the world around him.
His own penance comes in the form of silencing his thoughts (from one extreme to the next), and as a reaction has taken up art to quell the need to express himself. His mother would be aghast at his lack of pristine skin, but then he remembers sheβs dead and her opinion does not matter anymore. Not like it used to when his life was dictated by her standards.
Cowardly, his mother had called him, and cowardly he has remained. For as much as he dismisses her in his thoughts he cannot defy his mother without the help of an addictive sedative β namely, that of the alcoholic kind which to him seems so sweet. So sweet in the people heβs meet due to it, and the elation he feels of finally being set free. Without inhibition he no longer sways from one end of the spectrum to the next, heβs finally in the middle right where he belongs.
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ββββββ the thought of all that life might have been had he been born in any other shape caused one to view his simple activities with a kind of pity.
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parks x black ink x cotton shirts x stylish hatsx milk caramels xxx watching the sunset xxx dancing xxx statistics & info graphs xxx paint mixing videos xxx lofi xxx long drives xxx scientific drawings xxx gelato xxx reality tv xxx sketching xxx drums xxx walking alone at night in the city xxx art museums xxx xxx roller coasters xxx whales xxx fruity cereal xxx blue and purple xxx concerts xxx
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sweets xxx english language xxx ukulele xxx poetry xxx
motorcycles xxx sprite xxx new jersey xxx pizza xxx avacados xxx eclairs xxx massages xxx ferris wheel xxx roses xxx cough syrup xxx the notebook xxx green xxx rock music xxx crunch bars xxx tango xxx chemistry xxx clickbait ads xxx craigslist (he loves it) xxx poodles xxx most lizardsxxx
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ββββββββββββββββββ it came over me that the failure and awkwardness were the approach of death.
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SCIENCE xxxAlthough he may dislike chemistry, there is no denying that he fairly apt at it. Because of this he has gained an appreciation for the scientific method and has applied it to almost all aspects of his life. It only took him 20 tries to keep a plant alive, but now that it is - it's never gonna die.
ART xxxPerhaps not in the traditional sense, but before he decided to major in medical chemistry, he tried his hand at wildlife biology. From there he became very proficient at observing and recording his findings.
DANCE xxxTae learned to dance while still in a relationship with Rose. They had taken a couples dancing class, and it was the one thing he refused to let her destroy when they broke up. Mostly in part because she was terrible at it, and he was almost a natural. Petty.
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FINANCES xxxHe saves his money, pays his rent, but he has a horrible habit of spending his money while drunk on tattoos he definitely does not need. His bank account has dipped below zero a few times because of this.
ALCOHOL xxxTae has a bit of a drinking problem, and it's one he's not one to quit. Sure his liver may suffer, and he has increased his chances of dying younger - but hey, he's here for a good time not a long time, right?
INTERACTION xxxIt seems almost comical that Tae, who wishes to never get close to anyone again, should spill his heart out to the first person that asks how his day is. He needs help.
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CREATION xxxAlthough Tae doesn't know or has utilized his powers, his main ability - creation - will be able to make real of whatever he has put to paper. It does not work digitally, and is limited to things that exist in the world. As a newcomer of his power, he can only create one illustration a day, and if it's bad then it comes out exactly as he has drawn it.
REMEMBRANCE xxxHe will have the ability to perfectly remember every detail of a scenario that has happened within the last three hours. How long he can remember varies, and at this stage he won't be able to recall for very long due to migraines and strained vision.
E q u i p m e n t xxx The only thing he carries with him at all times his is wallet which contains a fiver dollar note, and a picture of him and his mother when they still lived in Korea.
ββββββββββββββββββββββββ Just as life had been strange a few minutes before, so death was now as strange.
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TO RECALL xxxhis childhood would mean to remember the child he was before, and all the tragedy that comes with it after. Itβs not a hard task, for heβs reminded daily of his own inadequacy; but to mention both his mother and of Rose would only twist the knife deeper into his proverbial bleeding heart. Heβs tired, and would rather see himself destruct than to recall those loathsome days when his soul was wrecked by havoc.
( Her hands trembled in the dying light of day and moved quickly over tattered pieces of clothing and vintage photo sets. She seemed so sickly, and yet so full of hate that Tae could only recoil in shock when his mother began to cry. Her body moved as if she had been thrown overboard into a tumultuous sea and the only thing stopping her from an easeful death was reprisal. Toward whom, Tae did not ask that night or the days following after. )
Heβs forgotten his past, and has done incredibly well by doing so. He does not linger on the fact that the apartment he rents is too high for him to afford, having been originally intended for two people, or how the bakery beneath him smells of freshly made eclairs. A pastry he has and always will loath. Donβt mind the fact he has an insatiable sweet tooth, for now he finds the french delicacy too bitter for his tastes and too creamy to be pure.
( Red wine had never been appealing to him, but with a glance to Rose he was doomed to fall in love with it. He drank with all the care of a man parched, and only prayed to God he would not sin more than he would have to. An acerbic influence to his palette numbed him to the poison in her veins and lead him to addiction. Her violence did not stop at objects or his form, for more cruel than her actions her words was the only thing to kill him. )
Now he lives a life of mediocrity, striving to stay simply alive. He works as a tutor for students who cannot comprehend the basics of chemistry, and attempts to be a freelance artist with a store of his own. Itβs a fruitless effort however, for as soon as his art is up, he is just as quick to take it down. The world doesnβt need another sad artist. The world needs a chemist.
( His mother died with tears in her eyes not from the fear of death, for if anything it seemed to be a relief to her, but because her son would continue his existence in the way she wished he wouldn't. How awful it was to hear with her dying breaths, a stream of ceaseless apologies. For him to become an artist, would be her second greatest shame. To have raised him would have been her first. )
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f a c e c l a i mxxxkim jisung
p l a y e dxxb yxxxverix