Yoon Min

Written: 윤민
Age: [31]
Occupation: Freelance Artist
Species: Cat Hybrid
Height: 5’6” , 168cm
Orientation: Pansexual
Position: Switch

Human Attributes: Slim, toned, shaggy black hair, brown eyes, {most comfortable with ears and tail out}Feline Attributes: All black fur, gold slitted eyes, fangs, retractable claws, bushy tail, very soft, very smol

Background

One by one, his knuckles cracked in each hand before stretching down to his side. The crowded subway had him pinned against a suited man and a woman whose purse sat slightly unzipped to her back. Easy, he thought to himself. With the bump of the train and a cough from a passenger, the thief’s slim fingers worked quickly to reveal the folded wallet. Like a true professional, he counted the bills as if he was making sure he brought enough for the day before placing the stack in his pocket. Another bump— shift— the wallet returned and Min walked out welcoming open doors, eyes slit through a golden glow.———————The hybrid wasn’t always like this. He never planned to become a petty thief. Then again, he never planned to become a hybrid either. The world was cruel like that.Min was born to a stereotypical, middle class family who molded— or rather, attempted to mold— their only son into their own lost dreams. Doctor, lawyer, CEO, they wanted it all for him! So when their precious boy not only refused to follow their paths, pursuing an education in art, but also came out in a grand gesture of dating one of the male professors— Well… you can imagine how his path quickly led to the streets.He was disowned, houseless with nothing but a few bills to his name. Jobs quickly picked up that this was an art university drop out who slept outside and couldn’t find a shower regularly. He was stuck.—————Humming to himself, Min sauntered down the litter-ridden sidewalk towards neon lights and graffiti-painted skyscrapers. The apartment building he lived it seemed more like a ghost town of evictions and abandoned renovations but a few tenants stuck around to keep the interior lively. Once in the privacy of his tiny studio, fluffy black ears emerged atop his head as a matching tail swished behind him. A long sigh escaped before he fully transformed into a long fur black cat. He could finally relax knowing he could pay for another month of rent and maybe even a hot meal the next day.—————-It had taken a few years to establish himself among the wanderers and rejected, but once he had, he finally found a roof over his head. It started with stealing art supplies to create a semi-steady yet not-so-lucrative form of income. But after working with a few groups he became almost too good at slipping by unnoticed. As rent rose, so did the ‘jobs’, and Min found himself a regular in snatching cash on the side. To make matters worse, a mysterious cat left an irreversible mark to his DNA after a job went wrong in some doctor’s mansion. Given the ability to shape shift into a house cat, the new hybrid had to learn the hard way that his mortality was now stretched between nine lives.Despite the grim position he was placed in society, Min managed to live day by day while still finding reasons to embrace the world. His heart should’ve been broken, yet his art gave love meaning again. Through painting, he had a voice, a life. And all he hoped was that his work could be received by those who most need it. Just like himself.

Yeo Namu

Written: 여나무
Age: [27]
Occupation: Antiques Dealer
Species: Ghost
Height: 5’6” , 168cm
Orientation: Gay
Position: Sub

Corporeal Attributes: Average physique, warm colored skin, cold to the touch, dark brown hair and eyesNon-corporeal Attributes: Translucent, pale skin, visible veins throughout body, white marble eyes, feels like cold air

Background

And so his life began... the moment his life ended.Namu slowly opened his eyes to see the most gruesome scene laid out before him. Both parents pinned between the bent and twisted metal of their overturned car, crimson painting every surface of the mangled interior and dripping out onto the dry soil. Somehow he was outside of the wreck, looking down at it as if he were a passerby. But how could that be when he was in the back seat of that very same car merely minutes ago?... As his eyes slowly scanned to the backseat, everything went cold.---------------Namu's childhood was different to say the least. An alcoholic father with a spiritualist mother, both of whom were often the talk of the town given their constant fighting and low level scheme of 'fortune telling'. They were all... eccentric. Even Namu himself, retreating from society to escape into books, to escape the relentless bullying for being 'different'. So perhaps it was a recipe for disaster as the three family members decided to travel together to celebrate Namu's 27th birthday, the first family outing they had in almost a decade.If only his father didn't lie about how much he drank that day. If only his mother hadn't yelled so loud they couldn't hear the beeping. If only Namu found the voice he lost as a child to finally stand up to his parents.Then they wouldn't all be dead.---------------Namu's eyes filled with fear as he found himself looking at his own body, lifeless in the back of the car. "So this is death?..."His thoughts were interrupted as first responders began to flood the scene and at first glance, one of the paramedics spotted him. "Hey kid, are you ok what happened?" The man was frantically running over to him but as Namu's fingers wrapped around the small crystal necklace hanging from his neck, he suddenly disappeared. The first responders never truly understood the encounter as they found the boy's body seconds later, now leaving the story as local legend.As for Namu, he was suddenly grappling with the fact that he was indeed dead along with the rest of his family, but somehow was the only one who awoken as a figure between worlds. Years passed and after mastering his new found ability to shift between corporeal forms, he had finally discovered the source of his purgatory. The crystal necklace that hung around his neck had been infused with his soul, a spiritual technique his mother tried to implement as a way for her precious son to never die. Unfortunately, it did not guarantee the success of living. To crush the vessel would mean to release his soul and he would no longer be bound to a material object. However, year after year, as Namu contemplated to destroy the pendant to free himself, he could never bring himself to crush the one piece of his mother he had left.---------------Not long after leaving the accident behind, he traveled to the big city to start over as a new man. Or rather, a new ghost. News of his death in his rural hometown never reached the bustling metropolis so no one would suspect his origins. Soon he was taken in by an elderly neighbor who owned a local antique shop. He taught the boy to treasure the beauty in everyday things and everyday relationships. Feeling connections through a craftsman and their craft, energies displaced from person to object. A heart broken after losing one more person in his life, the boy was left to take over the business. Despite his past trauma, he found there was something to learn in each antique that came through his doors and so had found his way to 'live' again.

Pick your poison

OOC Notes to consider

Age: 28
Pronouns: She/They
Timezone: EST
RP Style: Mirror lit, descriptive preferred
DNI: If you're under 21 or just an asshole
Availability: Mon-Fri after 6pm, Sat-Sun is dependent on homework and social life
Keep in mind I struggle with mental health so there will be days I lose muse to write. Please do not take this personally.Before you interact:• I value chatting between admins so I will talk to you ooc. Ooc comes before ic ALWAYS, separate the two.• I do not push for replies. Please do not push me for replies. If you want to check in that’s fine, just be respectful.• If you aren’t feeling a plot we started/are in the middle of, just let me know and we can drop it. A new plot can be started or not, I won’t care as long as you’re honest.• If I do something that makes you uncomfortable, please bring it up to me in dms. I will always listen and try my best to accommodate.• My characters are multi. Every relationship they have should be treated as a separate universe unless plotted otherwise.• I fall out of the mood for smut very, very quickly so I apologize in advance if I need a break from it/don’t reply right away.