NAME
Sang-hyeok Shin
NICKNAME(S)
Eric, although not as much lately given that his friends have taken to calling him "Eric Shin"
Nightcrawler (Superhero Alias)
DAEdream (Stage Name)
AGE
24
SEXUALITY
Bisexual (female preference)
HEX
#6CC417 for dialogue; #7118C4 for thoughts
ETHNICITY
Korean
THEME SONG(S):
Act My Age by Hoodie Allen
Handclaps and Guitars by Chiddy Bang
Sang-hyeok Shin
NICKNAME(S)
Eric, although not as much lately given that his friends have taken to calling him "Eric Shin"
Nightcrawler (Superhero Alias)
DAEdream (Stage Name)
AGE
24
SEXUALITY
Bisexual (female preference)
HEX
#6CC417 for dialogue; #7118C4 for thoughts
ETHNICITY
Korean
THEME SONG(S):
Act My Age by Hoodie Allen
Handclaps and Guitars by Chiddy Bang
HEIGHT/WEIGHT
5'8" and 135lb
HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR
Black hair and Brown eyes
FASHION
To say that the K-Pop scene influenced his fashion would be wrong. While his visage screams "boyband" his clothing is more reminiscent of rap artists and bboys. Loose shirts, newly minted caps, and fitted jeans dominate his wardrobe for casual occasions while bright colors take over during raves. He cares less for form and more for function when it comes design and therefore, abhors suits. The most formal he'll ever go is a dress shirt with jeans and a blazer but don't ever expect to see him in loafers or slacks. Ties? Don't get him started on those nooses. He would sooner wear socks with croc shoes. If he has a show he's willing to dress more scantily, both for ease of dancing and to show off his hard work. He's a dancer after all, why not give the people what they want?
5'8" and 135lb
HAIR COLOR/EYE COLOR
Black hair and Brown eyes
FASHION
To say that the K-Pop scene influenced his fashion would be wrong. While his visage screams "boyband" his clothing is more reminiscent of rap artists and bboys. Loose shirts, newly minted caps, and fitted jeans dominate his wardrobe for casual occasions while bright colors take over during raves. He cares less for form and more for function when it comes design and therefore, abhors suits. The most formal he'll ever go is a dress shirt with jeans and a blazer but don't ever expect to see him in loafers or slacks. Ties? Don't get him started on those nooses. He would sooner wear socks with croc shoes. If he has a show he's willing to dress more scantily, both for ease of dancing and to show off his hard work. He's a dancer after all, why not give the people what they want?
POWER
Wall Crawling: Though the mechanism of this power is unclear, Eric suspects that his fingers have tiny setae, allowing suction.
Camouflage: He can darken the color of his skin and hair to blend into most settings, working best in muddy or dark areas.
Night Vision: Exactly as it says. He can see perfectly under low-to-no lighting.
Poison: He can release poison through his pores and fangs. In low doses (skin contact), this causes nausea, headache, and numbing at the site of contact. In high doses or direct injection into the bloodstream it brings about paralysis of the nervous system, starting with the limbs and leading to the lungs and heart.
Retractable fangs and claws: Well the fangs are more like elongated canines and the claws are more like really long nails, but that doesn't stop them from being very sharp. His fangs are the main source of poison, but both are relatively deadly in their own right. For the most part, they remain hidden but they are liable to come out whenever he gets angry or overly "excited."
ORIGIN
A strange drug was injected into his body.
Wall Crawling: Though the mechanism of this power is unclear, Eric suspects that his fingers have tiny setae, allowing suction.
Camouflage: He can darken the color of his skin and hair to blend into most settings, working best in muddy or dark areas.
Night Vision: Exactly as it says. He can see perfectly under low-to-no lighting.
Poison: He can release poison through his pores and fangs. In low doses (skin contact), this causes nausea, headache, and numbing at the site of contact. In high doses or direct injection into the bloodstream it brings about paralysis of the nervous system, starting with the limbs and leading to the lungs and heart.
Retractable fangs and claws: Well the fangs are more like elongated canines and the claws are more like really long nails, but that doesn't stop them from being very sharp. His fangs are the main source of poison, but both are relatively deadly in their own right. For the most part, they remain hidden but they are liable to come out whenever he gets angry or overly "excited."
ORIGIN
A strange drug was injected into his body.
PERSONALITY
Hedonistic ā¢ Cavalier ā¢ Loyal ā¢ Responsible ā¢ Witty
Words, words, words. Eric or as he prefers now, Sang-hyeok, doesn't have very many of them unless he's in a mood. He likes to have his music speak for him and typically they talk about his lifestyle, his contradictory lifestyle. He calls himself "the cool Spider-Man" or "Dazzler, but darker...Dudezler." Despite touting himself as a free spirit he actually spends as much of his life partying as he does doing actual work. He spends his days poring over the latest musical trends, working out, and pushing his albums to studio executives while shifting his nights toward partying, DJing, and if he must, a patrol or two. Most of the time he prefers ditching out patrol to go to the latest club and if he can't, he'll put his civilian friends first. During the rare gap he has once the sun comes up he'll be the first to collapse on his couch for a few hours before getting back up to continue his cycle of rigorous scheduling. He prides himself on the ability to balance his civilian and superhero life, although it's clear that he places more importance on becoming famous for his performance rather than his powers.
When people ask him about his methods he plays it off as merely having the skill or smarts to schedule a life without college and leaves it at that. He rarely reveals anything about himself nor does he care about the problems of others. If someone asks him for advice, expect him to tune out or just say the first thing that comes to mind (good or bad). Some say that he's a sociopath and others call him a "douchebag", neither of which are true (as one is a medical condition and the other is an opinion); however, he broadcasts that he is a fair weather friend. He maintains that he's only in the Superhero Squad to learn more about his powers and that he isn't interested in forming any long term relationships (be they romantic or otherwise) so it's best if everything stays business.
Still, he would be lying if he said that he's never made a friend in his life. For the few that managed to pierce his stupid heart he will care the slightest bit in that he won't want you to die. For all of his proclamations of indifference he will throw his mind into the line of fire and make up some unlikely plan to drag his friend's ass back from Hell if the occasion called for it. Truthfully, his indifference acts as a filter for those friends who can't handle having their baby feelings hurt or can't challenge him. He hates doormats, but he hates complainers even more and after dealing with one too many drama queens/kings, became cynical to most others. Those who still stick to him and stand up to him earn a place in his heart as "person I tolerate" and thereby, get a save card when the time comes.
LIKES
-Music
-Reading
-Drugs and Alcohol
-Graffiti
DISLIKES
-Clingyness
-Traitors
-Suits
-Sleeping
Hedonistic ā¢ Cavalier ā¢ Loyal ā¢ Responsible ā¢ Witty
Words, words, words. Eric or as he prefers now, Sang-hyeok, doesn't have very many of them unless he's in a mood. He likes to have his music speak for him and typically they talk about his lifestyle, his contradictory lifestyle. He calls himself "the cool Spider-Man" or "Dazzler, but darker...Dudezler." Despite touting himself as a free spirit he actually spends as much of his life partying as he does doing actual work. He spends his days poring over the latest musical trends, working out, and pushing his albums to studio executives while shifting his nights toward partying, DJing, and if he must, a patrol or two. Most of the time he prefers ditching out patrol to go to the latest club and if he can't, he'll put his civilian friends first. During the rare gap he has once the sun comes up he'll be the first to collapse on his couch for a few hours before getting back up to continue his cycle of rigorous scheduling. He prides himself on the ability to balance his civilian and superhero life, although it's clear that he places more importance on becoming famous for his performance rather than his powers.
When people ask him about his methods he plays it off as merely having the skill or smarts to schedule a life without college and leaves it at that. He rarely reveals anything about himself nor does he care about the problems of others. If someone asks him for advice, expect him to tune out or just say the first thing that comes to mind (good or bad). Some say that he's a sociopath and others call him a "douchebag", neither of which are true (as one is a medical condition and the other is an opinion); however, he broadcasts that he is a fair weather friend. He maintains that he's only in the Superhero Squad to learn more about his powers and that he isn't interested in forming any long term relationships (be they romantic or otherwise) so it's best if everything stays business.
Still, he would be lying if he said that he's never made a friend in his life. For the few that managed to pierce his stupid heart he will care the slightest bit in that he won't want you to die. For all of his proclamations of indifference he will throw his mind into the line of fire and make up some unlikely plan to drag his friend's ass back from Hell if the occasion called for it. Truthfully, his indifference acts as a filter for those friends who can't handle having their baby feelings hurt or can't challenge him. He hates doormats, but he hates complainers even more and after dealing with one too many drama queens/kings, became cynical to most others. Those who still stick to him and stand up to him earn a place in his heart as "person I tolerate" and thereby, get a save card when the time comes.
LIKES
-Music
-Reading
-Drugs and Alcohol
-Graffiti
DISLIKES
-Clingyness
-Traitors
-Suits
-Sleeping
BIOGRAPHY
Growing up, Eric didn't really know his parents. This wasn't to say that they weren't there for him, but he felt no real attachment to them. He identified more with his cool uncle who was nine years older than his dad and enjoyed taking him on wild rides. Concerts, bungee jumping, being in weird festivals, it seemed like where his parents tried to instill stability, his uncle would rip the rug from right under them. Naturally, Eric's parents asked that his uncle stop coming over (sans family events) and forced Eric to focus on his academics instead. Compared to his "friends" (the children of his parents' friends) he under performed when it came to tests and classical music felt constraining so he only ever made average marks (and by average he meant average for white children).
Instead, he deferred the responsibility of becoming a golden child and focused more on things that he enjoyed while attempting to keep his grades afloat. He knew for a fact that he loved music, he loved dancing, and he had a future; however, he also had to please his parents. He went through high school joining several clubs including hip-hop club, chess club, and Korean-American club (because why not?) and applied for an array of colleges. He was rejected from the big name Ivy League places, but being accepted into the UC system was prestigious enough that his parents could brag about him heading to Berkeley.
Unfortunately he had other plans. Eric knew that college wasn't for him because he hated, absolutely hated the classroom environment and the thought of pushing himself through another four years to get a degree for a subject he abhorred (because what parent in their right mind would allow him to apply as a music major?) so he refused to accept any of them. He told his parents that he wanted to pursue a career in music and that he already had success releasing small mixtapes and singles; however, they didn't care. They wanted him to pursue a traditional career that they could brag about while he wanted to break tradition, something he argued tirelessly about until the day he broke.
After yelling one too many time about disgracing the family and taking responsibility for his future, Sang-hyeok packed his turntables and ran away from home. He stayed a friend's house and did what he could to get his foot into the door until one college party took a chance and paid him a small fee to DJ. He bloomed from there, becoming famous for his mixes, original songs, and stage antics whenever he got the chance to perform. Needless to say, he didn't need his parents anymore and hasn't had contact with them in years. All he needed were his friends and his drugs. Not only did the drugs give him confidence, but they forged connections that he could never forget (assuming he remembered them in the first place).
The next few years passed in a blur, but the moment that stuck out the most was when he received his powers. He remembers that night in bits and pieces, half of them being through beer goggles and the other half in a crossfaded haze. Now he is, by no means, a drug addict but if they get a party going he isn't one to turn them down. Unfortunately, he passed out somewhere between making out with a lady of the night and trying what he thought was heroin for the first time. But it wasn't heroin (he tried that later) and to this day he has no idea who the hell gave it to him. Either way, he realized that he had powers and needed to figure out a way to take advantage of them instead of looking like a freak. He found that the wall crawling, fangs, and claws helped with the scary aesthetic he some times went for but outside of the performing arts they also had the power to hurt. After nearly killing his drug dealer he sought help from the VCML (as he'd heard about one of the agents being neutral) and later joined the Superhero Squad.
Growing up, Eric didn't really know his parents. This wasn't to say that they weren't there for him, but he felt no real attachment to them. He identified more with his cool uncle who was nine years older than his dad and enjoyed taking him on wild rides. Concerts, bungee jumping, being in weird festivals, it seemed like where his parents tried to instill stability, his uncle would rip the rug from right under them. Naturally, Eric's parents asked that his uncle stop coming over (sans family events) and forced Eric to focus on his academics instead. Compared to his "friends" (the children of his parents' friends) he under performed when it came to tests and classical music felt constraining so he only ever made average marks (and by average he meant average for white children).
Instead, he deferred the responsibility of becoming a golden child and focused more on things that he enjoyed while attempting to keep his grades afloat. He knew for a fact that he loved music, he loved dancing, and he had a future; however, he also had to please his parents. He went through high school joining several clubs including hip-hop club, chess club, and Korean-American club (because why not?) and applied for an array of colleges. He was rejected from the big name Ivy League places, but being accepted into the UC system was prestigious enough that his parents could brag about him heading to Berkeley.
Unfortunately he had other plans. Eric knew that college wasn't for him because he hated, absolutely hated the classroom environment and the thought of pushing himself through another four years to get a degree for a subject he abhorred (because what parent in their right mind would allow him to apply as a music major?) so he refused to accept any of them. He told his parents that he wanted to pursue a career in music and that he already had success releasing small mixtapes and singles; however, they didn't care. They wanted him to pursue a traditional career that they could brag about while he wanted to break tradition, something he argued tirelessly about until the day he broke.
After yelling one too many time about disgracing the family and taking responsibility for his future, Sang-hyeok packed his turntables and ran away from home. He stayed a friend's house and did what he could to get his foot into the door until one college party took a chance and paid him a small fee to DJ. He bloomed from there, becoming famous for his mixes, original songs, and stage antics whenever he got the chance to perform. Needless to say, he didn't need his parents anymore and hasn't had contact with them in years. All he needed were his friends and his drugs. Not only did the drugs give him confidence, but they forged connections that he could never forget (assuming he remembered them in the first place).
The next few years passed in a blur, but the moment that stuck out the most was when he received his powers. He remembers that night in bits and pieces, half of them being through beer goggles and the other half in a crossfaded haze. Now he is, by no means, a drug addict but if they get a party going he isn't one to turn them down. Unfortunately, he passed out somewhere between making out with a lady of the night and trying what he thought was heroin for the first time. But it wasn't heroin (he tried that later) and to this day he has no idea who the hell gave it to him. Either way, he realized that he had powers and needed to figure out a way to take advantage of them instead of looking like a freak. He found that the wall crawling, fangs, and claws helped with the scary aesthetic he some times went for but outside of the performing arts they also had the power to hurt. After nearly killing his drug dealer he sought help from the VCML (as he'd heard about one of the agents being neutral) and later joined the Superhero Squad.
