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Basic Information (GENRP)Name: Jeong Yuno
Nicknames: J, Woojae, Casper, Bbang Jae, Cha Minho, Heart Guy, Jae, Jay Hun, Jayhyen, Jeffrey, Jeong Jaeyuk, Memory Manipulator, Nation's first love, Peaches, Umchinah, Valentine Boy, Yoonoh
Stage Name: Jaehyun
Zodiac: Aquarius
Date Of Birth: 14 February 1997
Place Of Birth: Seoul, South Korea
Gender: Male
Height: 5'11
Weight: 138 lbs
Blood-Type: A
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Occupation: Idol
MBTI: ESTP
Piercings: One lobe piercing on each ear
Position: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Sub-Rapper
Basic Information (OCRP)Name: Roman Pierce
Nicknames: R
Zodiac: Aries
Date Of Birth: 14 April 1997
Place Of Birth: Seoul, South Korea
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Height: 5'11
Weight: 138 lbs
Blood-Type: B
Hair Color: Usually black, brown, or blonde
Eye Color: Brown
Occupation: Tattoo Artist, Model
MBTI: INFP-T / INFP-A recently
Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Likes: Museums, trips to the beach, reading, anime, poems, philosophy, music, exhibitions, the ocean at night, sunsets, roses, the smell of lavender
Piercings: 3 lobe piercings + 1 helix on left ear, 2 lobe piercings on right ear
Tattoos: Snake on the spine, phoenix on the rib, celestial phases on the sternum, daggers on the inner side of left wrist, rose enveloped in thorns winding in a spiral down from right inner thigh all the way to just above the knee.
Personality: Observant, can be blunt at times, reserved
Species: Vampire
About Jeong YunoAbout:
Jeong Yun-o referred to as JAEHYUN or Jay is a South Korean singer-songwriter, actor and rapper born in Seoul on February 14, 1997. He is one of the main vocalists and lead dancers of NCT U and a main vocalist, lead dancer, and sub rapper of NCT 127.Career:
Units
NCT U, NCT 127, NCT 2018, NCT 2020, NCT 2021, NCT DOJAEJUNG, NCT 2023
Solo
Horizon, Forever Only, J - The 1st AlbumTrivia:
⢠"Valentines/Peachzens" is his solo fandom name created by his fans.
⢠Official emoji: đPre Debut:
Training and childhood
⢠Was a trainee for 4 years.
⢠Accepted to SM Entertainment through a street cast in South Korea.
⢠Cast into SM Entertainment when he was in eighth grade.
⢠Introduced as an SMROOKIES member, along with Irene and Lami, on December 10, 2013.
⢠Joined in 2012 and debuted in 2016.
⢠When he was younger, he dreamed of becoming an architect.Casting story
⢠Given the cleaning job at school that day and stayed late and ran into the casting directors in front of his school.
⢠Born in South Korea but lived in Connecticut, USA for 4-5 years and came home to South Korea to continue his studies.
⢠Changed his name from Jung Jaehyun to Jung Yoon Oh.
⢠Auditioned with the song MAMA by EXO by practicing the song in front a mirror window in his home at the time.Personality
⢠MBTI personality type is ESTP/ESFP. He retook the test and got the latter twice.
⢠Mark says that he is good at taking care of NCT's younger members.
⢠When he was younger, he would have a talkative personality at home, but at school he was very shy.
About Roman PierceBackstory
It all started when a thick blanket of white covered the earth. Roman remembered how he loved to play in the snow, building snowmen with his parents, insisting on staying outside just a minute longer despite his fingers nearly freezing off and his nose turning a bright red, akin to Rudolphâs. It was all sunshine and laughterâuntil his home was invaded by bloodsuckers out to satiate their hunger.When Roman returned, fear gripped him like a vice. He hadnât expected to find his parents waiting for himâexcept they werenât the same anymore. He was left to fend for himself with nothing but a dagger tucked in his back pocket, though it was to no avail. There was no way he could gain the upper hand against freshly turned fledglings, especially not when those fledglings were his parents. He was caught in an impossible dilemma: kill them or surrender.Imagine having to end the lives of those who had brought you into the worldâthough at that moment, he wasnât sure if they were even truly his parents anymore. Raised as hunters, they had trained him to be one too. Yet, with their enhanced reflexes and years of experience, he stood no chance. The sting registered before he fully grasped what was happening. His vision blurred, barely aware of the warm trickle of blood streaming from the punctured wounds in his neck.
So⌠this was how his life ended, huh?Or so he thought.âIt took hours before he regained consciousness. He wrestled with himself, torn between succumbing to the alluring pull of death or accepting his fate and existing as one who roamed the night. The strong-willed side of him clung to the latter, certain heâd make it through this ordeal just as he had so many others.
Boy, was he wrong.He refused to feed on humans, leaving his strength at an all-time low. Unlike his parents, who were now who-knows-where, having left him for dead after almost draining him dry. His throat burned, like he had swallowed a mouthful of crushed glass and fire. It hurt so bad he wanted to claw it out. He nearly didâfingers tightening around the blood-soaked dagger in his grasp as he stared hollow-eyed into the ornate mirror in the living room.Just as he was about to plunge the blade into his own throat, movement in his periphery caught his attention. The front door was ajar. Beyond the cluster of trees, he spotted a deerâor perhaps a rabbit. Either way, that was all the trigger he needed.Dagger forgotten, instincts took over. He lunged, taking down his target in seconds before it had a chance to flee. His aching incisors sank into its warm coat, gulping down mouthfuls of the essence he craved until its heartbeat faded into silence.Was he disgusted with himself? Absolutely.
But desperate times called for desperate measures.Still, he vowed never to lay a hand on humans. He would survive on animals. At least, he hoped he could. The hunter in him couldnât turn a blind eye to his morals.âHis safe haven was reduced to ruins. Flames devoured the home he had grown up in, consuming every memory, every remnant of the life he once knew. He would never forget the way the fire licked at the wooden beams, nor the inferno that burned inside his heart. That day, he lost not only his home but his faith in humanity.Maybe feeding on the ones like himâalongside animalsâwasnât such a bad idea. After all, his purpose had always been to eradicate threats to humans.âYears passed as he traveled from one country to the next, avoiding suspicion over his unchanging appearance. Japan. America. China. He picked up skills and connections, honing both his offensive and defensive abilities. While he lived as a free soulâaside from the weight of his ever-growing plansâhis parents climbed the ranks, their body count rising with each passing day.One significant moment stood out among his travels: the day he decided to get a tattoo. A phoenix, extending down his spine and ending at his tailbone. It wasnât a spur-of-the-moment decision. It was a reminder that no matter how many times he fell, he would rise again.âSeveral years laterâŚIt was winter when he finally found his parents.He hadnât known what to expect. But it certainly wasnât the emptiness on their faces, as if they couldnât even recognize him. Then again, they hadnât recognized him the day they fed on him either.He had acquired a cure for vampirismâtwo miniature vials. He could have used it on himself, but some part of him still clung to the belief that he could save them.
Just as he was about to approach, they attacked. A flurry of movements faster than even his enhanced vision could register. He barely had time to react before pain flared up his armâa deep gash leaking thick, crimson liquid. Before he could even process it, another wound split open on his leg.Disbelief flickered across his face.
These werenât his parents.
They wouldnât hurt him like this.
Or⌠maybe they would.Their attacks didnât feel like a killing strike. It was almost as if they were toying with him, drawing out his suffering. A test? A provocation? Whatever it was, it didnât matter. The moment came where he had no choice but to fight back. And in that fleeting second, he struckâplunging both syringes into their necks.Everything happened too fast after that.
Confusion clouded their faces as if they had just awoken from a nightmare. Horror dawned on them as they took in the blood on their handsâhis blood. Just as he reached for them, relief dulling the agony in his chestâŚ
They were stabbed. Repeatedly.
Had they still been vampires, they would have survived.He had saved them⌠only to watch them die.
The hunters had come to wipe out the entire hideout. His parents were nothing more than collateral damage. And as they screamed for him to run, even with blood pooling in their mouths, he did.
He fled as the flames engulfed everything.âThe injuries took their toll.His world blurred, his body weakened. By the time he snapped back to reality, he was waist-deep in the river, blood pouring from his wounds. He had almost made it. Almost.His parentsâ deaths haunted him. The grief, the loss, the painâfar worse than his physical wounds. The only thing that kept him going was the locket around his neck, a reminder of what he had lost.
But in the end, even that had to be destroyed for him to truly move forward. When the locket shattered, when the picture inside was torn to piecesâso too did the last remnants of who he used to be.Roman Pierce, the hunter with morals, ceased to exist.âWhen he next woke, he was in a bed. The deep gashes and burning wounds of years past had long since healed. Beside him lay a woman whose name he couldnât remember. Another bloodbag. Another unfortunate soul who wouldnât live to see the next sunrise.Affection disgusted him. The warmth of another reminded him too much of what he had lost.And human blood⌠well, it was all he needed to keep going now.âPresent day.Roman was a man of art. It was his passion, his solace. He practically lived and breathed it, his love for it so deep that he etched it into his own skinâtattoos covering his body in intricate designs.Freelancing as a tattoo artist wasnât the most stable career, so he juggled two jobs: part-time tattoo artist, full-time model. While some agencies allowed models with tattoos, many required layers of concealer to cover them up. But that didnât matter. His real work was done outside of the cameraâs lens.His clients? They paid him in more than just money.
A bite dulled the pain of their tattoos. A fair exchange.
And Roman? He no longer had to hunt for his next meal.
Additional Info / BYI
I n t e r a c t i o n⸠Interacting with me is as easy as breathing; feel free to just shoot a random starter my way, or hit me up in directs and we can come up with an idea for a plot.⸠I promise promise promise I don't bite. I can't say the same for the character I'm writing for though. If their personality resemble those jaded, fuckboy, tsundere kind, please do not be offended by whatever comes out of their mouth should our characters interact. It's nothing personal. Don't take it to heart.⸠WN. equates to OOC tweets.
"..." equates to character's speech.
... equates to actions.⸠If ever I did or said anything that offended you, please approach me so we can resolve it.⸠I am not obliged to return a follow. Especially if your purpose of (randomly) following me in the first place is to gain followers. Iâm here for the interactions, not the fame. That said, if your account isnât operating in strictly English, I wonât return the follow as well.
R p L e n g t h⸠I write anything from one liners to multi-paras, although I usually mirror the length of my partners'. You don't have to match my length, though. Whatever makes you comfortable, really. I don't want my partners to feel pressured or anything. Quality over quantity, yo.
N s f w C o n t e n t⸠There will be things, like blood, gore, profanity, explicit content, and stuff like that. If anything sexual does happen, it'll strictly be taking place in directs rather than on the timeline.⸠Will only entertain nsfw plots if your muse is of legal age.
P l o t t i n g⸠Plotting is my life-line, been plotting since god knows how long ago, originally in canon verses before switching to ocrp, aurp, mvrp, and eventually genrp. Never hesitate to send me a direct if you wanna plot.⸠If we were to have a plot, I would most appreciate if you notify me before-hand if you wish to drop it. Or start a new one.⸠Usually write in 3rd person POV but don't mind 2nd person POV if partner does so.⸠Verse-flexible. Although my main verse is genrp as Yuno, followed by ocrp as Roman, I can write as a separate third character entirely to suit the plot with my partners.⸠Always open to plots, usually entertained in DMs.
R e p l i e s⸠I take more-than-a-century-long forever to reply sometimes, and for that, I am truly sorry. Either something came up, I got distracted, or am currently dealing with burn-out (tends to happen if I have too many ongoing interactions). I try not to drop threads if possible, so if I haven't replied, chances are they'll be sent out over the weekend or by the end of the week. Feel free to remind me if I haven't replied in a week or so.⸠More of a DM than timeline person.
A b o u t T h e M u n d a n e⸠Of legal age.⸠GMT+8⸠Feel free to hit me up if you'd like to exchange cyber accs or KKT.⸠Strictly nsa, nd, whatever they call it. Though I am open to sharing something special with whomever, please take note that it comes without any strings attached. I kindly seek your understanding to respect my decision on this.
