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Choi Cường is an independent, semi-selective and fandomless original character. He is a oneiromancer and werewolf, and his primary verse falls under a modern fantasy. Please be aware of violent/ graphic, and triggering themes including, but not limited to, death, murder, drug use, and sensory overload.PART I: ESSENTIALS.name. Choi Cường (Last/First)
birthday. April 12, 1639
age. 383 (appears 30)
gender. Cis male
race. Asian werewolf
ethnicity. Korean
nationality. Vietnamese
martial status. Single (First partner, Kiều. [FC: Nguyễn Minh Hằng])
sexuality. Gray-bisexual
religious affiliation. Buddhist
languages. Vietnamese (native), Korean (fluent), English (conversational)
dialect. Nam/ southern
birthplace. Nha Trang, Vietnam
current residence. Hanoi, Vietnam
drinks/smokes/drugs. Yes/ No/ YesPART II: PHYSICAL.height. 5'9"
weight. 140 lbs
build. Lean and thin
hair color. Dark brown
eye color. Dark brown
scars. Large bite wound on right thigh.
piercings/tattoos. No/ No
personal effects. Always wears a jade pendant on a gold chain.
face/ voice claim.  Min Yoongi (Daechwita)
conditions.  Chronic pain (due to lycanthropy)PART III: PERSONALITY.mbti. ISTP (The Virtuoso)
alignment. True-Neutral to Chaotic-Neutral
temperament.  Phlegmatic
enneagram. Type 5 (The Investigator)
positive. Thoughtful, patient, wise, and pragmatic.
neutral. Intuitive, introspective, curious, detail-oriented, and unorthodox.
negative. Bizarre, apathetic, spacey, confusing, aloof, and tactless.
sins. Sloth.
virtues. Temperance and patience.
hobbies. Herbology; taking long, quiet rides on his motorcycle down dusty Vietnam roads; cooking; playing piano.PART IV: OCCUPATION.herbalist.  He owns and works at a tucked away medicines shop in the city’s central hub. He knows much about those species that may dull and stave pain, all most likely because of his own werewolf aches.
grave digger (formerly). The dead arrived at his home sometimes, sometimes in illness, sometimes in foul circumstances, and it’d been his task to send them off properly. This, of course, was more so in the past, in his early years where he’d been human still.PART V: GIFTS/ABILITIES.oneiromancer. A person who can divine the future reading dreams, though the future Cường sees is always violent and cruel--murder, torture, illness, sorrow. Yet, he is no do-gooder caught up in offering his services or to put to rest those dead and the fears/grief of their loves ones. Life is life, and death is death, and he's no desire to intervene; he's no God to rearrange the details.
werewolf. On June 25, when Cường is but 29 years old, he was bitten by a werewolf as he trotted back from the bustling Vietnam markets. He was marked as the lycan's meal, but with his blade, manages to take its eye and buy enough time for his shouts to alert the villagers. He survived the ordeal, but as a consequence, was turned. Please click here to read the bestiary/ lore page on werewolves.PART VI: RELATIONSHIPS.♡ partner ( deceased ). Nguyễn Kiều
close friend. Verin Cacia (@bellecosebabe)
close friend. Slisaeqiothske (@ohshadow)
close friend. Tokioka Manami(@thegreenswillcome)
younger brother figure. Ahn Jaewoo (@thecosmicsen)
younger sister figure. Yamagishi Yukako (@ymagishi)

HISTORY.

PART I: HUMAN TALE.It’s April 12, 1639.Nha Trang, Vietnam’s choked in an eerie dark, and Choi Cường is born to a head-strong mother. He doesn’t make a peep. His auntie, having helped deliver him, thinks the starless night is a creeping omen.–That is, until Cường finally opens his eyes one day, and they peer up at mother so, so brightly. Huh, auntie thinks when his mother merrily coos. Guess he’d robbed the star’s skies on the night he was born. Swallowed them all up, he did. Let them sit like torches in his eyes.And she doesn’t know it yet, but it lets him see things. Dead things. Ghost things.He never sees good passings, either, never the ones where you pass peacefully in slumber. Only when there’s suffering. He sees hurting a lot. So much. It overwhelms his senses sometimes.PART II: WEREWOLF TALE.It’s June 25. Cường little remembers the date.But he does remember walking back home in the middle of the night, seeing or maybe chasing ghosts in his vision. The moon wades full. The villagers speak of wolves, man-eating and prowling, and on this night, on this very instance, he comes upon the monster that’s haunted their dreams.It came darting out of the thickets. Large. Ugly. It bites him clear in the leg, and Cường cries with the delirious pain of it before jabbing his knife in its eye. The beast howls furiously, but it doesn’t flee, doesn’t leave until it hears the shuffling of villagers alerted by the struggle.And they find Cường, crying and bleeding, bleeding, and crying, and there’s red. Red everywhere. Everyone, including himself, doubts he’s going to endure. Live. Survive.The night putters by in an agonizing pace. He only survives because he’s changed in the end – or perhaps he did die and was reborn, resurrected, different.Stronger. Immune to sick. A werewolf, plagued and cursed.They call it a miracle. None of the villagers suspect. He doesn’t say it was a werewolf, but he turns once a month. Agonizing. Awful. He hungers, kills, and he doesn’t know. Doesn’t think to. He sees the people he killed lurking in his vision, but he dopes up on pain killers and it wards them off. Good. It's grueling, perhaps, turning into a beast.PART III: ONEIROMANCER.What’s there to say? The stars align and the planets float just right, and in the shadow of the swaddled moon, a child with strange eyes and strange visions is born. A oneiromancer is a person who can divine the future off the reading of dreams, though all that he sees is violent and cruel: murder, illness, heartache.To Cường in particular, he isn’t so caught up in playing the do-gooder, offering his services to help the dead move on or to provide comfort to their mourning loved ones. He sees other people’s fates when deep in slumber, but he does precious little with the information he gleans from these visions. Negligent he is, really, and callously so. Sometimes, he sees hints where the person’s doomed to early death. Sometimes, he sees hints where it’s an end for someone they hold dear. But life is life, and ultimately, death is death, and whatever happens happens.

moderator. Written by Dean / Huệ Ngọc, 29. Please be aware of violent/ graphic, and triggering themes including, but not limited to, death, murder, drug use, and sensory overload. I also write Gale Dekarios @ waterdepths and Levi Ackermann @ spatzenn.godmod. General rule applies. HOWEVER, to note, Cường does have an omniscient vibe to him. He reads airs, can feel if someone’s sad or bereft, but never anything explicit (i.e. if they’re mourning, the manner of said mourning, who may have passed, etc.) as to not cross boundaries – not unless discussed between me and my partner.not krp. I use BTS’ Min Yoongi as a faceclaim, but have nothing to do with K-RP or anything affiliated with BTS. I will not follow K-RP blogs. Multi-muses with exclusively Korean FCs will be approached very cautiously.nationality/ethnicity. Cường is ethnically Korean but born and raised in Vietnam. Note the distinction. Do not come with anti-asian immigrant rhetoric.activity. I go at my own pace. However, feel free to reach out if I haven't replied to our thread in a few weeks or so.following. I don’t follow back immediately. Give me some time to check your blog. 3 days tops.selective. I only follow if I perceive equal interest. I only follow active blogs, and about and rule pages must be present. If you post too much OOC, have been inactive for 3 months, and are unresponsive to my attempts at establishing/ continuing a thread + seldom engage in developing our characters, then I won’t follow/ will unfollow. If you have a habit of remaking/deleting blogs, I will not follow back should you remake.blocking. I unfollow with a softblock. I hardblock when unfollowed first to avoid following again.exclusivity. I do not follow exclusivity; however, I do develop mains based on IC & OOC interaction.shipping. I ship based on chemistry and do multi-ship (each ship is independent of the others), but will only ship with one variation of any given character. I’m very happy with platonic relationships.nc-17 content. I can write sexual content, but this theme is restricted to those 18+.triggers. Violent content will be present. Cường takes heavy painkillers; additionally, he can experience bouts of extreme sensory overload (drug use cw/ and sensory overload cw/ respectively). I ask that you tag all things incest. I will never roleplay sexual abuse, A/B/O, underaged, or rape.credits. Icon border psd goes to tryceratopmemes.Do not interact if you write with or are friends with opiri.

He is a separate, divorced entity from Cường. View Cường’s about here. Bear in mind that He stirs only once a month, there in full view of the full moon. He is inseparable from Cường.Italics represents his actual werewolf form. If not, the information is defaulted to his human presentation which applies ONLY to an alternate universe setting (werewolf verse). Please click here to read the bestiary/ lore page on werewolves.PART I: ESSENTIALS.name. N/A
known by. ‘He’/‘Him’, and Cường (He finds this one humorous)
birthday. July 21, 1668 (First full moon after Cường [human] was bitten.)
age. 352
appears. 30
gender. Agender/ Male Presenting
race. Asian Werewolf
ethnicity. Korean
nationality. N/A
marital Status. N/A
sexuality. Gray-bisexual
religious affiliation. Atheist
languages. Vietnamese (native), Korean (fluent), and English (conversational)
dialect. Nam/ Southern
birthplace. N/A
current residence. Hanoi, Vietnam
drinks / smokes / does drugs. No / No / NoPART II: PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES.height. 5'9" / 8'5"
weight. 140 lbs / 856 pounds
build. Lean and thin / Gangling and thin
hair color. Blonde / Black
eye color. Grey / Grey
scars. N/A
piercings / tattoos. None / Nonepersonal effects. None, though always seen in kingly/regal attire.face claim. Min Yoongi (King!Daecwhita)
voice claim. Min YoongiPART III: PERSONALITY.MBTI. ESTP (Entrepreneur)
alignment. Chaotic-Neutral to Chaotic-Evil
temperament. Choleric
enneagram. Type 8 (The Challenger)positive. Charismatic, determined, resilient, and pragmatic
neutral. Intuitive, commanding, and confident
negative. Condescending, apathetic, scheming, haughty, domineering, and greedysins. Pride and greed
virtues. Diligencehobbies. Reading and people-watching.PART IV: OCCUPATION.None.PART V: ABILITIES.shape shifting. He can pop his bones and grow in size, morphing to the image of a feral, hungering full wolf painlessly (in stark contrast to Cường). Likewise, the same happens as he sheds his skin and turns human. By default, He is ALWAYS in wolf form, and only takes his more mortal-seeming image to lure and play.heightened abilities. It’s part of the territory: he’s quick, strong, has a keen sense of smell with sharp, piercing, all-seeing eyes [both as a wolf and his human persona].resilience. He doesn’t fall ill and takes damage far better than any mortal. When wounded, too, his body recoups and heals at an accelerated pace.PART VI: HISTORY.There’s nothing to know of Him. He stirs only once a month, there beneath the glow of the full moon, and is a fleeting yet persistent presence; his hours are short, his night something that slips past his fingers – greedy hands, wanting hands – but he returns, malignant and wanting and always.All that is known of this thing is this: he’s the werewolf that smothers Cường dead, gasping and wilted, overpowering and domineering in his presence. He wants more time, to reign Cường ‘s consciousness, and in that, there is the undeniable weight of greed and envy. He seeks only to rule those hours afforded to him.He skulks and eats. He’s never not desiring something, everything.

Default.( untagged. ) Cường is a werewolf, an herbalist who busies himself with his medicines in his quiet store. He lives in Hanoi, Vietnam, and is more curious than forlorn stumbling upon those rot-bloated bodies wading thickly at the corner of his eye. Sensitive to spirits and often hearing their echoes – seeing them, too, in how they’d struggled in their last moments – Cường is often more keen to what surrounds him than most.Werewolf Personification.( werewolf: hungry. there’s wanting in his heart. ) Everything’s gone up on its head and this verse explores the monster Cường keeps, a world where the Wolf’s walking awake in human skin. It effectively serves as an alternate universe, one that is set in a defaulted modern-fantasy where Him (alternately called Sir under His own insistence – or ‘Cường’ because He has strange humor) skulks the shadows in his kingly attire. He truly looks pulled out of time. He likes to hunt and play with his human meals.Historical/Early Years.( historical: thoughts like sea-song. ) Cường sells herbs in his humble dwelling in Hanoi, Vietnam, poor but content and lonelier than anything. It’s his reputation, truly; the folk fear him, shudder at his talk and all-seeing gaze. Nothing good comes from him, the fish monger says. Sees the near future, but never good – always bad. Cường minds it all very little. The heavy perfume of sea and incense cling to him, and he tries to dull his pain born out of lycanthropy with the bundles he constantly wicks in his store. A oneiromancer, too, the desperate may seek him out for answers, but be warned: your mileage may vary. His head’s not often ‘in it’, and he doesn’t care much for lending a hand.Witcher/ General Fantasy.( fantasy: watch for the prowling wolf. ) As in his historical verse, Cường sells herbs and balming concoctions in his humble home removed from a bustling village; sometimes, he even aids the dead, or burying them, more like, and always with the burning of farewell flowers. Few visit him save for the phantoms in his waking thoughts, the passed-on in his dreams, and that is just fine by him: he’s seldom in the position to play host. As a werewolf, often plagued with hurt and recovering from his violent turns, Cường isn’t much for socializing or quelling the nasty whispers about him. People don’t suspect, not with any real conviction, no, but the numbers in the village and beyond are dwindling, and they hear howls when the moon wades fat and full… Cường’s never around. He tastes blood in his mouth sometimes, feels a roiling in his belly. He skews his brows tightly, ladled with aches and a taste he doesn’t like. He’s always recovering the weeks that follow.Royalty.( royalty: i ballroom dance you. there’s full moon shadow. ) They are an unerring force, the Choi family, their legacy and era a time of blossoming peace, and whose reach is fenced by ocean and the sprawl of towering stone. Its king’s a sovereign with tenacity and wisdom, and its queen’s hands, or so the stories go, bear nothing but spring-born tenderness– but their lone son? He’s mystery, a man often joined by nothing but whispers and woozy gossip. They say among themselves: Choi Cường? over their champagne glasses. Poor man. He is a haunted, sickly fellow, only seen in here-and-there rare snatches–though his family won’t confirm it, this ugly truth. It pains them. Their son, afflicted by the lycane curse when he’d turned but ten years old (for all his adventuring, chasing spirits in the emerald woods nearby) is, in fact, a very haunted man. It was perhaps destined, however, a shaking soothsayer dourly declared one night, born as he was beneath a full blood moon’s ominous glow. Damning. Devilish, its hour and shade one of unmatched, unparalleled misfortune. She divined it to be destiny when he’d been bitten by that looming werewolf. They told the weeping queen that he’d survive and suffer his wounds–suffer in agony on every full moon. And Cường does survive that night of his attack, a tearing scar now crowning the meat of his thigh, as he sits there, 29, now listless as he sits lonely in the chambers and chandelier glimmer. ‘It’s for our protection,’ the guard posted out front says of him one day. ‘Who knows what will happen if the prince ever roams free–to the people. To the royal family. Or us. Consider it: It’s chaos, I’m telling you. Scandal and outright tragedy.’Grimm!Royalty.( grimm: the bell tower tolls. there’s a rap rap rapping at the chamber door. ) The king and queen, dealt a cruel hand by fate, is murdered by the scheming Regent. But Prince Choi Cường, spared, shaving laid recovering from his lycane pains as his parents were murdered i their carriage, was made to suffer most. Now, it’s him who’s made King, puppeteered by the scheming Regency at hand, entirely too weak to command any real power. As a werewolf in those aching bones of his, he’s loathed by the inner-palace who feverishly spreads their propaganda–’death to nonhumans! Gut them in the streets!’–as they gather dry kindling for their growing bonfires. But Cường’s kept alive, and his secret is hidden with the utmost care, milked for all his worth to appeal to the peasantry that adores their royals. Yet, behind those looming gates, he’s tossed into the shadows in the rain-damp dungeons beneath the grounds. He’s bereft of sunlight, and he’s stolen from the birdsong. That hair of his grows silvery with the weeping of the stars, lonely and trembling and a wordless thing. But it isn’t all too terrible–he isn’t ever alone, accompanied always by his phantomish sights. ‘Huh. What a demented thing. Make sure he never forgets who owns the throne, won’t you?’ the Regent scoffs, lumbering away.Vampire Hunter.
( vampire hunter: forgive me father; and he shall. ) The world has plunged into shadow. The air rings shrill with a cry. Throughout the barren prairies and homes of Man, the gardens no longer flower, and the sun no longer shines. Like a scene out of biblical texts, great pits of torment have spewed from those mounds in Hell, rupturing clear through the laughing grasses of the earth. The world’s foundations cracked, shattered, and from out the crater like a rumbling geyser, the Devil’s children and hellspawn have descended in droves. It is chaos. Catastrophe. The year Is 1324, and the might of Man nears extinction. Yet, despite the dystopia mortals the world over has sunken into, there yet remains a shy, shy glimmer of hope. Priests, taking up the mantle of stalwart defenders, crossbows and bolt-action rifles firm in hand, have begun hunting monsters to defend the world’s dwindling Sanctuaries. They are Fathers still, cloaked in glistening robes of silver-white, and after a night of skirmishing, often stain them red. Cường – gardener, lover – is one such Father. Yet, phantom-eyed and often in great pain, his talents are more used for healing to wounded and destitute. However, beneath his gentling hands is a secret unbearably sinister: he, like the Vampires, is monstrous himself. Yes. He, beneath the glow of fat full moons, is a Werewolf with terrible strength. But kept in the bowels of the cathedral, his senior Brother had promised to find him a cure. Yes, keep you secret, he’d said. Keep you safe from harm. Cường tends to a child, his small whimpers so desperate. Cường balms away their fear. The child would’ve never known.Futuristic/Cyberpunk Focus.( future: i watched you die to time too. ) Geared with a Cyberpunk 2077 focus, but applicable to all general far-fantasy settings, Cường is an unaltered human–or, at the very least, as human as one may expect. Lycanths have dwindled in number through the difficult slog of time, the higher rate of surveillance proving a near insurmountable obstacle in tracking and nabbing their late night meals. Still, Cường’s nasty side is nothing if not a resourceful, adaptive thing, and so when the hours wane dark with its gleaming moons, Cường has persisted through the stretch of these strange, evolving years. He is a humble man. He lives in a crammed apartment complex ignored by all, meager and bare in his living, but stripped entirely of any desire for fame, power, or to right the ills of society. As a simple shopkeep, he makes remedies for more human hurts, maybe hurts too distant in human memory to ever treat anymore–but it is his art as it has been for centuries, and he keeps at it for, and in no small measure, his own benefit as the lycanth pains flair still. He is a nobody. His untouched state, however, does raise some befuddled looks every now and then–especially paired with his strange, too knowing, too sensing visions and observations.World of Darkness/ Vampire the Masquerade.( world of darkness: the trees stir; a wolf howls. ) Cường, a metis werewolf, is a Stargazer with little trappings in the mortal world. He tends largely to his quiet life about a medicinal shop, frequented only by solitude and his phantomish sights where all others avoid in their wariness. He is old–old, even, among other werewolves, not bothered muchly with warring and struggle–for Gaia or otherwise; however, in his beast form, he rampages as though possessed with his hellish visions, and the vampires are right to fear him: he’s menace and a doom. (a wip; planning to rewrite the WoD werewolf meta.)Yakuza (franchise).( yakuza: there’s shady dealings in the shadows. ) Cường’s moved from Vietnam, settled in the bustling center of Kamurocho for newer sights and greener pastures – or something like that, he doesn’t quite care to say. There, he continues to swaddle himself in his deathly visions, working when he can and a humble medicines shop with more traditional remedies (herbs and the like). He can be seen bumbling about in something like a haze down crowded Shichifuku, or lingering in the parks frequented by the lost or homeless.Dragon Age (franchise).
( dragon age: something wicked this way comes. ) Cường is a wanderer. Cursed with long life and aged by the slow crawl of toiling centuries, he feels it, seems it, heralded from a land far on boat and gulfing by sea. He is a refugee and immigrant. For a time, he had settled on the outskirts of Fereldan upon reaching land until he was bitten and turned, near eaten by a werewolf under the light of full moon with its banking stars cold and strange. He’d barely survived the attack as his shouting choked the night, fellow countryside settlers scrambling out with spears and crackling torches. He was bleeding out. How he survived the loss is a miracle in itself, and no less for his endurance of the illness that followed–gut-wrenching, nauseating, and smoldering as it had been, like liquid-burn in his veins. Now, leaving home far behind to distance family, memory, to distance mother, he’s been a hermit ever since give a take three centuries. Currently, he’s an herbalist by the outskirts of the far Hinterlands, sometimes approached for his peculiar dream-reading he’s little memory ever offering (’You are wrong. There’s lavender on sale. I see only death. Curious why you came. Curious why you came like you’d like to know, like to see yours.’). He’s an affinity for the dead is all the people know. The Fade. His curse and his history are both little known. On occasion, he helps in sending off dead loved ones, too, though always wracked by pain by his affliction never spoken of…Final Fantasy XIV (franchise).
( final fantasy xiv: beneath i shutter horrors. ) Choi Cường, a dreamy-eyed Veena of the First, is as peculiar as they come. He’s eyes that feel infinitely dark, dark like the forgotten skies of a starlit midnight, and with a curse to peer into terrible futures, was regarded as an omen. A liability. Cruel. Able to dream the coming deaths of all stood near him, he was cast from his forest home upon the shoulder of a towering mountain. At the time, it’d been believed he’d brought about someone’s untimely death, one that was horrible, bloody, and tragically foul. Now, a loner as he has been for nearly two centuries, he lives in a humble, meager dwelling by himself in Kholusia. There, there are rumors that he’s been touched by the treacherous sineaters, for once every month, you can hear a yowl tear about his cottage before it changes and morphs to a wolfish howl. It shakes the trees that span the hillocks and churns the rocks that bank the ocean, and more than that, it stirs terror in the people. He’s a monster, they’d tell you. A demon. A beast! With peculiar aether, however, he’s been able to stem off a complete and utter transformation, but none among them find comfort in that. So, prepping medicines all day and every hour for his pain, no one but the blighted and most desperate would seek him, banging upon his door to beg for help.