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❣ I sang a lullaby ❣

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Jeongguk (The Wolf) : Described in three words? Murderous, Sadistic, Psychopath

Gguk / Ggukkie (The Host) : Described in three words? Baby, Pouty, Happy

Unknown (The Warlock) : Described in three words? Cold, Calculated, Mature
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❣ By the waterside and knew ❣

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Full Name: Jeon Jeongguk
Nickname/ Alias: Guk, Gukkie
Pet Name: Pup, baby, Angel baby, babydoll, angel

Gender: Male
Gender Role: Very soft and sensitive
Orientation: Bi-sexual
Real Age: 21
Korean Age: 22
Age Appearance: 20ish
Birthday: September 1st, 1997
Birthplace: Seoul, South Korea
Zodiac Sign: Virgo

Immediate Family: Unnamed parents all dead
Distant Family: Unknown or dead

Species: warlock/lycan hybrid
Ethnicity: Korean
Blood Type: A
Preferred Hand: Right-handed
Eye Color: Brown or light baby blue when feeling intense emotions
Hair Color: Depends usually one solid color
Height: 178 cm (5’10”)
Weight: 70 kg (154 lbs)
Distinguishing Features: Eyes, Teeth, Nose

Energy: Sweet yet Quiet unless around people he knows
Handicaps: None
Phobias: Loud voices, Getting yelled at, TBA
Addictions: TBA

Mood: Happy and babie energy
Attitude: !!!!
Expressiveness: Is very expressive even when he doesn’t want to be
When Happy: Bubbly and giggly also very outgoing
When Depressed: Just kind of works all day,,,
When Angry: prefers to be left alone to work
Note: These are generalizations. Different situations will create different reactions.

Family: None
Friends: TBA
Enemies: None as far as he knows
Bosses: Himself, the high council
Lovers: No :ooo
Marital Status: What’s that,,,
Sex Life: A whole virgin
Turn-Ons: No f***ing
Turn Offs: Idea
Position: B) it’s obvious-
Virginity: Still there

Occupation: Shop owner ♡
Education: Never went to school, got taught by his parents or on his own

Favorite Colors: Light baby blue
Favorite Animals: Bunnies, canines in general
Favorite Flavors: Strawberries and mint
Favorite Foods: Meat
Favorite Drinks: banana milk, water, coffee, Tea
Favorite Characters: what's that?

Reputation: Sweet kind oblivious baby boy
First Impressions: Friendly
Stranger Impressions: who knows-
Compliments: Friendly, Caring
Insults: Oblivious, Shy, Childish
Self-Impression: Immature, too naive, Needs to grow up
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❣ If you were here, ❣

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Journal Entry 1 -

I grew up in a household of three people. As far as I know of course since I actually grew up locked up in a room. I was told to practice spells, potions, and other things. That’s it. I wasn’t allowed to really do kid things. It was learn, learn, and learn more. I never got to experience actually human things. I ate what I was fed no questions asked. Sometimes I’d sneak out to go and visit my grandmother at her shop. I was closer to her than anyone else and I always got in trouble whenever they found me in the end. But, grandma had never told them where I was at. They’d drag me back home smack my hands with a switch until they were raw and then put me back to work. I wasn’t allowed to see any family. They didn’t want to see me anyway. I was the unholy halfbreed. My ‘father’ accepted me, but I actually wasn’t his. He was a warlock. I was only half warlock. I figured out pretty quickly that my mother cheated on my father. Because Lycans mates don’t have to be other Lycans or werewolves. It can be any supernatural species or even humans. She ended up pregnant with me after they had met one time at a meeting for the selected people for their own species.

And the connection was instant. An instant spark. They had spent the night together, but after my mother regretted it. She cut off all ties with my actual father and claimed that I was her husband’s kid. But, it became more obvious further along in her pregnancy it wasn’t like normal pregnancies. She began to crave more meats and even raw ones. Which of course isn’t the normal. So they did a blood test and she was ashamed. She begged for my father’s forgiveness and he gave it to her. But, where as she didn’t receive any of his anger. I received it all. She didn’t stop him either. Because I was her worst mistake she could ever make. It made me distrusting of people for a bit.

But, I slowly grew out of it and thought of it as normal. This went on for awhile. I would always just take it. No matter what they’d do. Making it be smacking my hands broken and raw with a switch. Using a spell to make me feel like I was suffocating until I would pass out. I was always punished for every little thing. As I got older though I stopped f***ing up as much. I’d still sneak out to visit my grandmother because well it was really my only escape. I did this up until eight years old. That’s when the accident happened. My grandmother had fallen ill and they did their hardest to just keep me locked up. Away from seeing her and well I was too defiant. So I went out to see her. And it was one of the hardest things,,, I could’ve seen. And that night is the night everything went done. They came to get me back home. It was late almost early morning when it all happened. They were dragging me home through the forest at the back of her shop. When the strangest thing occurred.

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As I got older I spent my time taking care of my grandmother’s shop. She was ill as well so I also took care of her. I really didn’t go out and explore. I was still oblivious to normal human things. I worked and worked really. But, at night I just kind of apparently changed. I didn’t know at first what happened. I didn’t know my wolf was unleashed and his anger was everywhere. He slaughtered animals left and right at night. I didn’t really start learning about him until my grandmother died. Many people came around acting like they were sad and it made me snap. That’s when I first learned of him officially. We at first didn’t get along. His anger was unnatural to me. I never experienced anger like that before so it was odd. (To be Continued)
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❣ I'd sing to you ❣

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Lycan + Warlock

Jeongguk is Part Lycan. Which isn’t the same as a werewolf. He can also control his shift and it’s not as violent. Lycans are a more advanced species than werewolves and are usually bigger. And it’s not really a half human shift. Jeongguk does not stay with a pack though and has quite a hard time trusting anyone. Especially others though. Because of this he tries his best to not get involved. But, he still ends up seeming to get involved. Jeongguk wolf is especially violent. Mostly when it involves other wolves. Or anyone who harms Jeongguk. Because it’s like in a sense two souls intertwined in one body. So whenever Gguk gets hurt. His wolf simply snaps and goes on murderous rampages until he’s calm.

Jeongguk’s other half is a Warlock. He can cast spells and make potions and such. He really enjoys making potions and doing different things with it. He did make it his work after all. But, that’s also because he grew up learning from his grandmother about everything. Whenever he’d sneak from home he’d go to her shop. (The one he runs now) And spend the day just learning from her and helping her. She was the only one who didn’t treat him differently and accepted him for him. And he will always love her and care for her even if she isn’t around anymore.

Shifter au-? I guess you could consider Jeongguk also a shifter due to his Lycan self. Although it happens never and only when his wolf forces himself completely in control. But, Gguk and his wolf have a mutual understanding to not do that and both respect each other with letting their thoughts freely be heard. Even if Gguk is the only one out.

Multi Personality - TBA


1. Okay so first I guess I’ll start it off like this. Just because you read these doesn’t mean you know it IC ^^

2. Don’t mistake rp for irl or anything like that- it’s all fictional c:

3. Don’t force your character on mine. Ever.

4. If you want to get to know me as admins just ask c: I love making friends. I’m most active on snapchat and discord. But, I have instagram, kik, and a twitter too ^^

5. I can be very flirty and affectionate so please don’t take it as I like you T~T fair warning I call everyone love or baby etcetc

6. Most of my accounts have detailed aus and I have a lot of accounts. I also do other things besides roleplaying. I’m not always in the mood to roleplay or reply either so I may just sh*tpost. And irl exists too- so please mercy haha-

7. If you add me and have a problem with me. Or have a problem with me in general. Just dm me and maybe we can figure it out c: that’s all I care about is making sure there is no bad blood. And well if things don’t work out. Don’t talk bad about me just like I won’t talk bad about you.

8. Message me anytime may it be in character or out. But please if out character use something to show that. If you’d like to plot some ideas out just tell me. But, I won’t do planned relationships. Ever. I just like things happening naturally yk?
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Honorable Dark Assasin

Diplomat, spy, or saboteur, few things are certain about the secretive Dokkalfar agent named Alyn Shir. Most know her as a charming and scandalous ambassador. The Alfar armies know her as a cunning and unpredictable ally. A rare few know her as a fearsome and merciless assassin—but never for long.

When asked, Alyn Shir is willing to spin any number of tales about her past. Sometimes, she is the least daughter of a minor noble, inheriting only a pair of ancient daggers and a disdain for those who think that power will protect them. In others, she was born a street urchin and survived through stealth and cunning. The only certainty is that as the war rages on, this singular woman has found more and more need for her knives, and no one can be certain where her true loyalty lies.

The truth is actually more simple than that. She is one of the few in Amalur that was able to erase all traces of her past, both good and bad, but she is also chained to the Order with no sign of the keys to her freedom. When she met the one who would become the fateless one, Lashrael Gwydion, she thought him arrogant, selfcentered and a man stuck in his sister's shadow determined to prove he was better. She was surprised more than most that upon his death, she cried for his loss.

When she saw Lashrael again it took all of her control not to fall in his arms in relief, but that was not what was expected of her. It hurt her more when he had no memory of his life, especially of her. She kept her distance following him helping him when she could with her connections and her own skills but the moment he called her a coward and a liar she lost it. She told him everything, how he was before he died and how it was his own fault that he died. She told him that they were barely friends, though she hinted that they may have been lovers.

She said good by to Lashrael before his final battle when he and Melody walked down the tunnel that led to King Gadflow and Tirnoch. She will deny that she once again cried thinking that she lost her lover as well as her only friend again. She leaves a note of warning in their secret place stating that the order will not only kill him, but her as well if it is proven that rumors of Tirnoch were coming from him since he knows the truth.

Her final note and farewell to Lashrael stated thus.

From the beginning, we were wrong. And only now, well into the second decade of the conflict, have we begun to understand the mistakes we have made.
We lived in harmony among the Fae, in a world awakened to new magic. Perhaps we should have foreseen what might be born on this rising tide. What force might awaken. A force powerful enough to twist even the eternal and immutable Fae folk.
But Gadflow, the new king of the Winter Court, surprised us all. Singular among his people, he was all other Fae were not: aggressive, ambitious, visionary. He had powers like none we had ever seen- terrible and deadly.
Gadflow and his followers, the Tuatha Deohn, believed that a new god was born in the East, beneath Galdflow’s crystalline fortress of Amethyn. In the name of that god, they marched to war against the young races of Amalur. Against a mortal army, no matter the power of their god, we might have been victorious. But the Fae are creatures of magic, not bound by the laws of life and death. Each Tuatha fallen on the battlefield would soon rise again, for the Fae do not know death as we do. How could we stand against such a force? For ten years, the war raged. For ten years, the armies of men and Alfar fought and died. But as our numbers dwindled, we new that it was only a matter of time. Our fate had been written. At least, that is what we believed.
Until you died...
How could we have known that this would be the beginning? I wonder now if we should have foreseen this outcome. But who knew what Fate would bring? I would have liked to have delivered this message in person, to see you one final time. That, however, would have been.. complicated. The order to which I belong had other plans, were you ever to leave the crystalline fortress. When it comes to you, though, it seems no fate is written in stone. It was only through my assurances that your silence could be counted upon, that either of us still draws breath. I trust you will not make of me a liar.
Were stories of what we have seen begin to surface in the inns and taverns of Amalur, I would be asked to seek you out. And, as we both know, the next time you die, there will be no return. But let us not speak of this. Your life is your own. Go now, and see what Fate may bring you.. or what Fate you may bring. Perhaps, one day, in happier times, you and I will meet again. Until that day, I remain,

Yours, Alyn Shir

She hinted in this that if she would ever be free, she would come to him in peace and stay with him as long as he wanted. She could see no better Fate, however her life was not her own and she didn't know when or if she would ever be free.
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