PLAYER INFO Name: Wicke Age: 16 LJ username: munchacha Email address/AIM: hanyuure at yahoooooooo dot c o m / Wicketres @ aim How did you find us? Know the mods, know the Path. :U
CHARACTER INFO Name: “The Moonlight Flower” // Moon, Ha-Neul Series/Source: Ragnarok Online Age: 2029 (appearance = mid-twenties) Gender: Female Species in canon: Fire-fox spirit / demon thing.
Appearance: Typical of most Payonese women, Ha-Neul is rather short, only about five foot three and deceptively slender. Her brow arches high towards the back, and her features would be sharper if not for her very healthy eating habits (oh, a deer for breakfast, a bear for lunch…). She’s not by [i]any[/i] means overweight but neither is she anorexic-looking. Two inch wickedly-sharp claws extend from her finger/toetips.
Ha-Neul’s eyes betray her demonic nature, if you somehow managed to avoid looking at the nine burnt-gold fox tails; they’re molten red and almost always seething with some ill will towards the world. Her ears, when short dirty blonde hair isn’t falling messily over everything, are clearly pointed and as inhuman as the rest of her. Since Ha-Neul has a natural disdain for all things human she refuses to wear their clothing, and instead sports two furslings (the same color as her tails, just more lightly shaded) over her breasts, furred gloves and boots. Unfortunately, she hasn’t worn anything to cover her private parts in over two thousand years, and does not plan on starting anytime soon.
(in cfeit, she would of course not have her tails nor the usual fur gear. Claws are just as long but can’t decapitate someone with one swing! )
Personality: To understand where she’s coming from, you have to look at her past-over two millennium stuck in a virtual cage, with nothing but homicidal humans and monsters for company. There is no way she wouldn’t have gone feral in that time span.
However, she is doing remarkably well as compared to before her release. Ha-Neul is still violent, to the point where tearing someone’s head off isn’t an extreme measure but rather something she’s used to doing, but she is much more aware of the consequences of her actions and will refrain from killing, say, a [i]king[/i] if he rubs her the wrong way. To have an army after her is more of a nuisance than she would like. (this doesn’t stop her from backsassing at anyone and everyone she doesn’t get along with; rank does not matter to a spiteful tongue, or one prone to mockery)
She [i]is[/i] intelligent, and thanks to the Jeong brothers has a certain degree of education applicable to the modern world. Ha-Neul is wary to the point of paranoia, trusting few but herself (even this is iffy) and refusing point-blank to rely on any higher power-she can and will stick her middle finger to a god if one tells her what to do. Loss, rage, hate and pain have made Ha-Neul sick with grief and loathing. Her misanthropy is a result of her experiences AND a defense mechanism.
And through all this, if someone [i]does[/i] manage to somehow worm their way into her good graces, Ha-Neul is fierce and steadfast in her loyalty. Once she’s made up her mind there is no changing it, and with her vindictive nature will make no compromises for someone who has hurt the thing important to her.
Strengths:-Ancient and cunning; try to pull a fast one on her and see what happens. -A determinator. -Cannot be swayed by materialistic things such as wealth or property. -Does have a sense of humor, and irony!...( just distorted.) Weaknesses: -Socially inept; among other things, she is incapable of small talk. -[i]Excessive[/i] paranoia, where even trusting herself is dubious. -Very uncomfortable around large amounts of water. -Tendency to go and get her heart broken despite every effort and action otherwise. -Her standards for the people around her are sky-high. -Sensitive about her height. -The worst damn sadomasochist you will [i]ever[/i] meet. Enjoys giving pain but also believes she deserves agony in turn.
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Background: Ha-Neul and her younger sister, Iseul, were the only two children born to their parents. Unfortunately their extended family made it as if they had literally over a dozen older brothers and sisters, not including the rest of their nomadic tribe. Nobody was alone and everyone worked in a group. Life spans were short and there was always something to get done.
As for Ha-Neul herself, she and her sister were close. Iseul looked up to the eldest and, despite her naturally frail build and propensity for illness, tried to emulate her boisterousness and confidence. They stuck together and while she did tend to leave the other behind by progressing too quickly, Ha-Neul looked after her own. There would be no romance for either of them; this was partly due to disinterest but mostly because the older sister chased off any would-be suitors with a pointy stick and an even sharper tongue.
She excelled, worked hard, was eager and interested in anything and everything-Ha-Neul had the unfortunate habit of not learning from her mistakes but this wouldn’t get to be too much of a problem until much later on in her life.
In terms of progress their tribe lagged behind the others, who had already begun to settle in one place and discover other, more practical ways of securing a food supply. Enchanted with the strange yet wondrous term “home,” Ha-Neul, by then newly twenty and prepared to succeed her father and lead the nomads, managed to convince the lot to gather and help her found Payon. With her extended family’s support and an admittedly impressive track record with inclinations to leadership and creativity, Ha-Neul was allowed to become Payon’s first “king.”
Aside from the issues of deciding government policy and choosing people who would offer sage advice, there was also deciding a successor-and in the process, Iseul, who she’d always held beloved, was left behind. No time, and while her sister understood, she also resented Ha-Neul for it. Love remained but it got to be bittersweet.
Through it all the king still had some naïveté in her. Judging human nature had never been one of her strong points, and she underestimated the greed of some of the students she’d taken in to train, as a practitioner of the Soul Linker and Taekwon arts (typical of her family, though she was probably the first to insist on training in both). For all her blood and sweat Ha-Neul gave more blood, literally stabbed in the back by a duo of ill-intending boys. It didn’t take much for them to get to her neck, and not much she could do after being decapitated.
When her spirit arrived in Hel’s hall, oh, was she [i]furious.[/i] As her first betrayal, all the more was her rage and confusion, to the point that Hel saw the human as a pain in the ass she would honestly rather not have invoking chaos in her world-she struck a bargain. She would give Ha-Neul access to the above world on the condition that if she returned, she had better damn well be prepared to submit to Hel’s sovereignty.
Of course she accepted. There were things to do and answers-[b]lives[/b]-to claim.
Since the treacherous boys had cremated her body, she was given a new one; in a moment of bland cruelty the underworld’s god put Ha-Neul’s spirit into a demon fire-fox’s form. A little crazy from the unfamiliar power and still considerably upset over the betrayal, she killed anyone in sight on the way to her old throne room.
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Iseul sat in the king’s chair.
That was all it took. Ha-Neul snapped completely and in cold blood slaughtered her sister, her fickle advisors, the guards who rushed in at the noise and growing fire, stormed outside and systematically murdered anyone else who dared to so much as look. The killing continued for almost two days before neighboring wizards became aware of what was taking place, arrived-and pushed the grieving demon into Payon’s caves. But that wouldn’t do, not permanently, since citizens needed to venture into that place for supplies. Eventually Moon Ha-Neul was sealed into the very last level in the caves, effectively locked tight into a beast’s cage.
She raged. Oh, she raged, for centuries at a time, never stopping to clear her mind or dwell on the atrocities both she and her brethren committed, nor to think about her regrets and torment over having killed her flesh and blood. Sometimes in lucid moments she would realize the filth that coated her body, and Ha-Neul would bathe; sometimes she wept, but that stopped quickly after enough time on her own. Her mind was already warped beyond repair, and Ha-Neul was not willing to think about redemption just yet.
Maybe she would have calmed, had not wave after wave of humans streamed to her caves. Sometimes they met her on accident, but for the most part they hunted her for the sake of eliminating a scourge and heroics. Either way they perished and only ever escaped if they managed to flee beyond her seal boundaries. With only her summons and Payon’s monsters for company, these humans became her scapegoats. For many hundreds upon hundreds of years, until Ha-Neul reached just beyond two thousand, the never-ending butchery at least gave her more experience in combat than most could ever hope to achieve.
Because the humans never stopped coming, it was inevitable that one of them would commit a drastic error. Or two, rather; twin Soul Linker brothers, Inwe and Ewin Jeong, arrived at her caves in a dangerous attempt to reinforce Ha-Neul’s weakening seal. Instead of strengthening they got the whole damned thing to snap. Both of them expected to die on the spot, not knowing any better.
To be honest, the she-demon almost did skin and roast them alive to feed to her vulpine familiars. Her vindictive instincts clamored for such, but she knew, she knew that to kill the twins and escape on her own without any awareness of the modern world would be suicide. For the first time in her life, Ha-Neul swallowed her pride and demanded that they suffer her presence.
It didn’t start out so well. She was overwhelmingly bitter about the state of modern Payon and the lies in its written history, sparked when nervous, was belligerent about obeying stupid human customs (like wearing real clothes. They never got her to do that.) and didn’t want to sit still. Thankfully after the first few months she calmed down enough to really listen to the brothers and what they had to offer to someone recovering from caged-animal syndrome. After she started to listen, Ha-Neul couldn’t avoid appreciating Inwe’s gentle well-meaning nature, or his brother’s giddy vitality that reminded her of her days as nomad and then king. Against her better judgment she grew irreversibly attached to the two humans. Rumors flew, but they were like sons.
So imagine her fury and returning despair after five years in the Jeong twins’ company when Inwe was killed in a failed trek to Thanatos Tower, while he, his brother, a party of adventurers, and Ha-Neul tried to explore the upper levels. Her motivations were mainly to protect Inwe- when she couldn’t, things went to hell. She killed Thanatos Maero, the creature responsible for murdering her surrogate child, and very nearly moved on to obliterate everyone in the Tower, but at the last second threw herself out of the rage and through the twelfth story window.
(A note: Thanatos Tower was responsible for draining the magic from the entire continent. People couldn’t perform as well, and many parties came to the Tower either for the gold involved or to try and figure out how to stop it.)
As a demon, she lived, but as someone who’d been living with the twins for several years, a part of her shriveled up screaming. Unable to even look Ewin in the face, for the longest time Ha-Neul just… wandered. She might have eventually faded away if not for discovering who, exactly, was responsible for uprooting the Tower in the first place-setting off a chain of events that would lead to her spearheading Ragnarok centuries earlier than it was supposed to happen.
Third-person RP sample: This was not Payon forest, this was not a green mountain range she could lose herself in, this was not anywhere near what Ha-Neul wanted out of a quiet, secluded environment. Everything stank (a lie, but if she told herself that it made the staying away easier), and with so many humans in an enclosed space, just....
She couldn't expect too much out of her vulpine summons. Not all of them knew better than to chase Lunatics into a leftover warp, and damn her right back to Hel if Ha-Neul would leave one of her familiars behind. She'd grudgingly followed the beast and ended up Odin KNEW where, in the middle of a crowd. All this happiness and laughter nauseated the demon.
Hissing, resisting the impulse to burn everything to the ground, Ha-Neul turned with her head held high and marched off.
Name: Wicke
Age: 16
LJ username: munchacha
Email address/AIM: hanyuure at yahoooooooo dot c o m / Wicketres @ aim
How did you find us? Know the mods, know the Path. :U
CHARACTER INFO
Name: “The Moonlight Flower” // Moon, Ha-Neul
Series/Source: Ragnarok Online
Age: 2029 (appearance = mid-twenties)
Gender: Female
Species in canon: Fire-fox spirit / demon thing.
Appearance: Typical of most Payonese women, Ha-Neul is rather short, only about five foot three and deceptively slender. Her brow arches high towards the back, and her features would be sharper if not for her very healthy eating habits (oh, a deer for breakfast, a bear for lunch…). She’s not by [i]any[/i] means overweight but neither is she anorexic-looking. Two inch wickedly-sharp claws extend from her finger/toetips.
Ha-Neul’s eyes betray her demonic nature, if you somehow managed to avoid looking at the nine burnt-gold fox tails; they’re molten red and almost always seething with some ill will towards the world. Her ears, when short dirty blonde hair isn’t falling messily over everything, are clearly pointed and as inhuman as the rest of her. Since Ha-Neul has a natural disdain for all things human she refuses to wear their clothing, and instead sports two furslings (the same color as her tails, just more lightly shaded) over her breasts, furred gloves and boots. Unfortunately, she hasn’t worn anything to cover her private parts in over two thousand years, and does not plan on starting anytime soon.
(in cfeit, she would of course not have her tails nor the usual fur gear. Claws are just as long but can’t decapitate someone with one swing! )
Personality: To understand where she’s coming from, you have to look at her past-over two millennium stuck in a virtual cage, with nothing but homicidal humans and monsters for company. There is no way she wouldn’t have gone feral in that time span.
However, she is doing remarkably well as compared to before her release. Ha-Neul is still violent, to the point where tearing someone’s head off isn’t an extreme measure but rather something she’s used to doing, but she is much more aware of the consequences of her actions and will refrain from killing, say, a [i]king[/i] if he rubs her the wrong way. To have an army after her is more of a nuisance than she would like. (this doesn’t stop her from backsassing at anyone and everyone she doesn’t get along with; rank does not matter to a spiteful tongue, or one prone to mockery)
She [i]is[/i] intelligent, and thanks to the Jeong brothers has a certain degree of education applicable to the modern world. Ha-Neul is wary to the point of paranoia, trusting few but herself (even this is iffy) and refusing point-blank to rely on any higher power-she can and will stick her middle finger to a god if one tells her what to do. Loss, rage, hate and pain have made Ha-Neul sick with grief and loathing. Her misanthropy is a result of her experiences AND a defense mechanism.
And through all this, if someone [i]does[/i] manage to somehow worm their way into her good graces, Ha-Neul is fierce and steadfast in her loyalty. Once she’s made up her mind there is no changing it, and with her vindictive nature will make no compromises for someone who has hurt the thing important to her.
Strengths:-Ancient and cunning; try to pull a fast one on her and see what happens.
-A determinator.
-Cannot be swayed by materialistic things such as wealth or property.
-Does have a sense of humor, and irony!...( just distorted.)
Weaknesses: -Socially inept; among other things, she is incapable of small talk.
-[i]Excessive[/i] paranoia, where even trusting herself is dubious.
-Very uncomfortable around large amounts of water.
-Tendency to go and get her heart broken despite every effort and action otherwise.
-Her standards for the people around her are sky-high.
-Sensitive about her height.
-The worst damn sadomasochist you will [i]ever[/i] meet. Enjoys giving pain but also believes she deserves agony in turn.
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As for Ha-Neul herself, she and her sister were close. Iseul looked up to the eldest and, despite her naturally frail build and propensity for illness, tried to emulate her boisterousness and confidence. They stuck together and while she did tend to leave the other behind by progressing too quickly, Ha-Neul looked after her own. There would be no romance for either of them; this was partly due to disinterest but mostly because the older sister chased off any would-be suitors with a pointy stick and an even sharper tongue.
She excelled, worked hard, was eager and interested in anything and everything-Ha-Neul had the unfortunate habit of not learning from her mistakes but this wouldn’t get to be too much of a problem until much later on in her life.
In terms of progress their tribe lagged behind the others, who had already begun to settle in one place and discover other, more practical ways of securing a food supply. Enchanted with the strange yet wondrous term “home,” Ha-Neul, by then newly twenty and prepared to succeed her father and lead the nomads, managed to convince the lot to gather and help her found Payon. With her extended family’s support and an admittedly impressive track record with inclinations to leadership and creativity, Ha-Neul was allowed to become Payon’s first “king.”
Aside from the issues of deciding government policy and choosing people who would offer sage advice, there was also deciding a successor-and in the process, Iseul, who she’d always held beloved, was left behind. No time, and while her sister understood, she also resented Ha-Neul for it. Love remained but it got to be bittersweet.
Through it all the king still had some naïveté in her. Judging human nature had never been one of her strong points, and she underestimated the greed of some of the students she’d taken in to train, as a practitioner of the Soul Linker and Taekwon arts (typical of her family, though she was probably the first to insist on training in both). For all her blood and sweat Ha-Neul gave more blood, literally stabbed in the back by a duo of ill-intending boys. It didn’t take much for them to get to her neck, and not much she could do after being decapitated.
When her spirit arrived in Hel’s hall, oh, was she [i]furious.[/i] As her first betrayal, all the more was her rage and confusion, to the point that Hel saw the human as a pain in the ass she would honestly rather not have invoking chaos in her world-she struck a bargain. She would give Ha-Neul access to the above world on the condition that if she returned, she had better damn well be prepared to submit to Hel’s sovereignty.
Of course she accepted. There were things to do and answers-[b]lives[/b]-to claim.
Since the treacherous boys had cremated her body, she was given a new one; in a moment of bland cruelty the underworld’s god put Ha-Neul’s spirit into a demon fire-fox’s form. A little crazy from the unfamiliar power and still considerably upset over the betrayal, she killed anyone in sight on the way to her old throne room.
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That was all it took. Ha-Neul snapped completely and in cold blood slaughtered her sister, her fickle advisors, the guards who rushed in at the noise and growing fire, stormed outside and systematically murdered anyone else who dared to so much as look. The killing continued for almost two days before neighboring wizards became aware of what was taking place, arrived-and pushed the grieving demon into Payon’s caves. But that wouldn’t do, not permanently, since citizens needed to venture into that place for supplies. Eventually Moon Ha-Neul was sealed into the very last level in the caves, effectively locked tight into a beast’s cage.
She raged. Oh, she raged, for centuries at a time, never stopping to clear her mind or dwell on the atrocities both she and her brethren committed, nor to think about her regrets and torment over having killed her flesh and blood. Sometimes in lucid moments she would realize the filth that coated her body, and Ha-Neul would bathe; sometimes she wept, but that stopped quickly after enough time on her own. Her mind was already warped beyond repair, and Ha-Neul was not willing to think about redemption just yet.
Maybe she would have calmed, had not wave after wave of humans streamed to her caves. Sometimes they met her on accident, but for the most part they hunted her for the sake of eliminating a scourge and heroics. Either way they perished and only ever escaped if they managed to flee beyond her seal boundaries. With only her summons and Payon’s monsters for company, these humans became her scapegoats. For many hundreds upon hundreds of years, until Ha-Neul reached just beyond two thousand, the never-ending butchery at least gave her more experience in combat than most could ever hope to achieve.
Because the humans never stopped coming, it was inevitable that one of them would commit a drastic error. Or two, rather; twin Soul Linker brothers, Inwe and Ewin Jeong, arrived at her caves in a dangerous attempt to reinforce Ha-Neul’s weakening seal. Instead of strengthening they got the whole damned thing to snap. Both of them expected to die on the spot, not knowing any better.
To be honest, the she-demon almost did skin and roast them alive to feed to her vulpine familiars. Her vindictive instincts clamored for such, but she knew, she knew that to kill the twins and escape on her own without any awareness of the modern world would be suicide. For the first time in her life, Ha-Neul swallowed her pride and demanded that they suffer her presence.
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So imagine her fury and returning despair after five years in the Jeong twins’ company when Inwe was killed in a failed trek to Thanatos Tower, while he, his brother, a party of adventurers, and Ha-Neul tried to explore the upper levels. Her motivations were mainly to protect Inwe- when she couldn’t, things went to hell. She killed Thanatos Maero, the creature responsible for murdering her surrogate child, and very nearly moved on to obliterate everyone in the Tower, but at the last second threw herself out of the rage and through the twelfth story window.
(A note: Thanatos Tower was responsible for draining the magic from the entire continent. People couldn’t perform as well, and many parties came to the Tower either for the gold involved or to try and figure out how to stop it.)
As a demon, she lived, but as someone who’d been living with the twins for several years, a part of her shriveled up screaming. Unable to even look Ewin in the face, for the longest time Ha-Neul just… wandered. She might have eventually faded away if not for discovering who, exactly, was responsible for uprooting the Tower in the first place-setting off a chain of events that would lead to her spearheading Ragnarok centuries earlier than it was supposed to happen.
Third-person RP sample:
This was not Payon forest, this was not a green mountain range she could lose herself in, this was not anywhere near what Ha-Neul wanted out of a quiet, secluded environment. Everything stank (a lie, but if she told herself that it made the staying away easier), and with so many humans in an enclosed space, just....
She couldn't expect too much out of her vulpine summons. Not all of them knew better than to chase Lunatics into a leftover warp, and damn her right back to Hel if Ha-Neul would leave one of her familiars behind. She'd grudgingly followed the beast and ended up Odin KNEW where, in the middle of a crowd. All this happiness and laughter nauseated the demon.
Hissing, resisting the impulse to burn everything to the ground, Ha-Neul turned with her head held high and marched off.
Anything else? GLAD TO BE BACK, YO
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