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Muse Name: Lee Kiseop
Muse Type: U-KISS
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Age: Seventeen.
Year: Fourth.
Blood Status: Muggle-born.
Country of Origin: South Korea.
Personality: If there was one word to describe Kiseop, it would be fake. Not just in the physical sense, but in many aspects of his personality as well. Growing up the way he had, with all the difficulties involving his family, the visits to places no child should have to be, and having to see the mother he’d grown to love slowly dwindle into madness, Kiseop learned at an early age to shovel his negative emotions under a charismatic and outgoing mask. It wasn’t that such feelings were discouraged, but with all the other heightened emotions filling the household, to add Kiseop’s to the mix would have been more of a hinder than a help, and so he learned to be independent in terms of his actions and the displaying of his emotions.
In spite of that, however, upon entering the wizarding world, Kiseop found in himself a hot, smoldering temper that would slowly build, subtle and quiet, if the topic of his family was so much as broached. Pure-blooded, mixed blood, Muggle-born and raised, Kiseop doesn’t really care any which way, not deigning to lower himself to argue such matters. He has no stake in the game, and he doesn’t care to align himself with others that are supposed to be like him because, in essence, they simply aren’t. Muggle-raised or not, those students targeted by Pure-blood elitists aren’t truly like him, and to align himself with them simply by that fact would make him no better. He feels no sympathy for those he doesn’t know since he believes people should be independently able of taking care of their own problems.
His touchy spot, however, is his family, and that has nothing to do with anything remotely magical though the ever present bloodline war and judgment he faces at Yonsei continuously aggravates it. He doesn’t appreciate others speaking of his home life as if they know something about it, and is quick to tell someone off for doing so. What true friends he makes he remains loyal to, but those are few and far in between. Rather, he has a good many superficial friends that he keeps through false smiles and jokes, and wouldn’t think twice about dropping the next day in the interest of something bigger, better, or more beneficial to him.
On the surface though, Kiseop tends to come off as boisterous, easy going and someone very much in love with enjoying himself which things all the stranger when his temper manages to get away from him and lash out. The easiest method of gauging his emotions is to watch the shifting colors of his irises. Kiseop assumes that they’re meant to be brown, but for as long as he can remember, they’ve been a startling shade of green. Depending on the way he’s feeling at any given moment, they grow lighter or darker to reflect his mood unless he puts conscious effort into holding them at one color. They remain the only part of him that seems to change without his express consent when he’s hale and emotionally in control.
Background: Kiseop was born to a troubled family, one completely and utterly Muggle, but with no lack of the usual everyday issues that plague the impoverished and alcohol-addicted. What should have simply been the same amniotic sea-changes most babies go through in the first weeks of life didn’t merely stop there; curls of jet-black hair gave way first to shades of brown, and then white, greens, blues and purples. His eyes did the same, dark irises growing lighter and darker, turning vivid shades not seen in nature to voice the needs and wants he couldn’t articulate through speech. When his parents were lucid, they didn’t know what to make of it. Bad luck, they deemed it, and they decided to wash their hands of it.
He was given up for adoption at the tender age of five months and shortly taken in by a seemingly couple. They’d already had a daughter some fifteen years Kiseop’s senior, but they’d wanted sons, so along with Kiseop, they adopted one other boy who was a year older in age. Furthermore, they took Kiseop’s oddities in stride, loving him as their own and counting his unique abilities as a peculiar gift rather than anything else. The first couple years were good, but as the two boys grew older, and their step-sister moved out of the house to start her own family, their adopted mother began to grow more and more mentally unstable. Several of Kiseop’s early, developmental years were spent in and out of various mental institutions, watching as his mother slowly deteriorated.
When Kiseop hit eleven, his family was allowed to bring her home, the hospitals deeming there wasn’t much more they could do for her. The reasons for her decline were still unknown and she wasn’t improving in a clinical setting. Their home situation became strained; his brother dropped out of school, his father became reclusive. Lucky for Kiseop, he was able to spend most of his time at Yonsei after being accepted, but coming home for breaks and holidays is always difficult, and he almost prefers staying on school grounds when he can manage it. His family continues to remain a sore topic to him though, and he prefers not to talk about them ever.
Wizards, magics, potions… They weren’t things Kiseop had ever thought about or even fancied as a child, really, so when the Yonsei representative showed up at their doorstep, trying to sell some cockamamie story about all things fantastical, Kiseop merely listened in silence, hands clasped together, elbows on his knees. For the longest time, he told no one. There was no reason to, not since his father had checked out, and his mother could barely care for herself. It wasn’t as if anybody in his family would truly care what he did. The money was easy enough to withdraw, and when time came, Kiseop showed up to the appointed spot written in the letter a trunk of the things he’d procured for school at his feet.
The first year was difficult for him. He was entering a new world, one with rules and ideas that he’d only just begun to encounter and understand from his short glimpses into the wizarding community. The people were… eccentric to say the least, and odd things were always happening around him, things that those born to it seemed jaded towards. All that, he had expected though.
What he hadn’t was the prejudice towards how he grew up, towards the blood that ran through his veins. It engendered a sense of defensiveness in him that took deep roots in his personal feelings for his family. He wasn’t ashamed of them, persay, but they were his business, and his alone. That other people in the school cared about his bloodline made no sense to him. To this day, the irritation, the anger and the resentment, they remain with him, roiling beneath the surface.