A spark of blue lights up in brown eyes. Careful now. A step too far … The merman near hisses, attempt to restrain himself slowly but surely failing. « I said watch your tongue, » comes his sharp response. « You would not wish to enrage me. » His pride has taken a blow and though it be but a faint one, the reaction is the same as always: attack.
“ CERTAINLY NOT. ”head dipped down yet still dark mahogany gaze stood locked onto the merman. he had struck something, that he knew. something dangerous. his apathy could be one of the many things to very well cause demise. (no, not that it really mattered to him.) it never had.“ CROSS today, are we?”
Hey there! It’s your friendly neighborhood meme, Nissa. 24 years old, she / her pronouns, full time nerd and part time actual adult. I welcome you to my blog, it’s not much I know. But this OC is something I put my heart and soul into and I’d be very grateful if you gave him a chance. I know he’s a pain, he’s gonna be hella difficult, believe me. But I hope you come to love him as much as I do.
I will mention that myself being an adult and having to do adult things, having a job etc. There will be times my activity on here will be up and down. Nevertheless, I will be as active as I can within reason, please understand this. As life happens.
ONE. I will not tolerate any sort of hate on this blog. I feel this should be addressed first because I’ve dealt with enough drama via tumblr to last me several lifetimes and I am tired. You don’t like something on my blog, get used to it or get the heck outta here. Bring it to me, privately, if it’s something truly important and earth shatteringly terrible to you. If I’ve offended you in some way, please, let me know -- PRIVATELY. My askbox and the tumblr IMs are there for a reason.
TWO. I try to tag things accordingly, from nsfw to any known triggers. If I miss something and you would like me to tag it, please let me know. I’ll do so.
THREE. Godmodding is a big no-no for me. Through all my years in the roleplay community, it’s a shitty feeling to have your muse forced to do something or have something happen to them through someone else feeling they have the right to take control of the scenario. Which is why I expect it not to happen with my muse on this blog. Not unless it’s something plotted out and ALLOWED to happen. Let Hyun do his own thing, please. He doesn’t like being man handled.
FOUR. Let it be known that I will not interact with a mun under the pen name KAI. Nor will I interact with those that interact with them. If you do, please unfollow me now. They are a terrible person that has displayed very toxic behavior and has done things against people that I hold very dear that are extremely uncalled for. Below are a list of their own urls: amuletfever
grandjustice
fatedgirl
taiijiya
shortsuit
hopewards
dancerbled
otakutyped
artqiues
FIVE. As long as we are mutuals, I am always down for plotting. I adore plotting. If you have an idea that you think would work for our muses, please, throw it at me. Chuck it at my head, 9 times out of 10 I will be 500% down for it.
SIX. Mutual exclusivity is something that will be prevalent on this blog. Considering this blog is private and selective, you’re gonna see a lot of “mutuals only” things. I want to dedicate as much time as I can to this blog and that means putting effort into certain threads over others’ and putting attention towards certain rp partners. Nothing personal against anyone, this is just for my own state of mind.
SEVEN. Smut. While there will more than likely be nsfw things on this blog, smut written by myself will not be a thing since I don’t trust my smut writing ability. End of story.
MESSAGE.
BIOGRAPHY.
name: hyun choi
age: unknown ( appears around 23 )
birthday: august 20th
zodiac: leo
gender: cis male
sexuality: bisexual demiromantic
current residence: seoul, south korea
Born of ash and smoke, flames licked at tender skin as gentle as a mother’s touch. Which was just as fitting, seeing as the element was his only known parentage. He knew not for what purpose brought up his existence. He only knew life, he was alive. He knew fire, he became acquainted with the sun. Destruction and rage were second nature to him. Flames clung to him, danced around his very being. Days past, years go by ---- he’s never met another like himself. Those who wield fire as he can, other than the humans.
Oh, he’s met plenty of humans. Hostile and civilized, rich and poor; though they’re all the same to him. They wield fire yes, but they use it to threaten, to kill. They use it as statements of war, of revenge. They burn whole cities to the ground for the smallest of disagreements and disputes and for what? To claim that same burnt land as their own, to revel at the carnage and bathe in the ashes of their actions. He stays away from them. Sticks to the shadows, he wants nothing to do with any of them. Let them play with fire for as long as they can, it won’t be long until they eventually get burned.
