Kim Hanbyul
Hi there! ~ I'm Ciara, Hanbyul's mun. I also write Minjun, Joonwoo, and Seungki! I live in Eastern US time, and Thursday and Weekends are my best days to write! Don't be afraid to send me an OOC message or an IC message! We don't bite (hard), of course. Respect goes a long way, and I always appreciate a kind word! Please no unplanned drama! I love you! Have the best day ever!
- - -
Be aware: Bio contains information that may be triggering, such as domestic violence, poverty, self harm, suicidal thoughts, and some themes towards anarchy.
Name: Kim Hanbyul
Nicknames: Han, Byul, Star Boy
Age/Date of Birth: 30, 6/2/94
Sign: Gemini
MBTI: INTJ
Chinese Zodiac: Dog
Height: 5'10 / 178 cm
Style: Lots of dark colors, some cream colors, comfy clothes, occasionally dresses up in edgier, tight clothing/revealing clothing
Piercings: Ears, Navel
Tattoos: Crow tattoo on left shoulder
Pets: No pets
Ride: Crotch rocket, two feet, public transportation
Job: street dancer, petty thief/conman
Class/Race: Slave, Street Rat (Human)
Master: Kimi
Home: Kimi's or Saebyeok's
Relationship: Single
Sexuality: Pansexual, switch, male lean
Riff Raff! Street Rat!
the trick to being a great conman is never letting people know the next trick you have up your sleeve. maybe it's okay to give you a little peek, though, right?
Scoundrel!
Take that!
a little bit of this, a little bit of that. hanbyul is definitely not a boring lover, but there are things he is and is not into. care to know?
Gotta eat to live! Gotta steal to eat!
how does one become a slave, let alone one as low as a street rat, and how does one maximize that potential into a craft that manages to keep them alive without selling their soul (or their body)? Well... let us show you.
Riff Raff! Street Rat!
-Quirks-
Habits: always eating some sort of nuts or seeds, obsessed with paperclips, loves to tinker and create, very protective of his things/people, gets upset if he's not greeted, mimics language patterns and behaviors, remembers faces well, but forgets names, will steal your food, easily distracted, cuddly, foul mouthed, loud and chatty, loves puzzles and games, great dancer, very good at parkour, great at slight of hand, very fast, great at reading body language and signals.Likes: soup, passion fruit juice, nuts and trail mix, crackers and chips, money, cozy places to sleep, playing in the rain, dancing, paperclips, legos, music, rain drums and wind chimes, chasing birds, flowers, his bike, the thrill after stealing, the necklace he has from his mother, freedom, going fast, proving people wrong, winning, snow, cucumbers, good memories of his mom.Dislikes: the slave system, bullies and pushy people, the filthy rich, not being acknowledged, being hungry, being alone, being bored, things that are too spicy, cilantro, being broke, his father, people that remind him of his father, being too hot/cold, being caught, losing, mushrooms, know it alls, controling people, rules and government, not having his own place.
Scoundrel! Take that!
-NSFW-
Yes: Bondage, spanking, slapping (not in a mean way), sensory play, dirty talk, hair pulling, biting, scratching, marking, role play, toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, orgasm denial and edging, food play, slight degradation, choking, somnophilia (if previously discussed), mirrors, aftercare is a must, vanilla is good too, discipline/punishment, breeding (will update as needed)No: bodily fluids/substances other than spit, semen, or sweat. Abuse or intense degradation, explicit drugs beyond marijuana, nothing non-consensual unless somno, which is mentioned above, with discussion. Mentioned for plotting will be allowed but will not be actively written out in an rp for the sake of writing.
Gotta eat to live! Gotta steal to eat!
-History & Connections-
Some families are not good.Unfortunately, Hanbyul found that out when he was very little.His parents were not happy together. His father was a wealthy man, a top notch attorney, and his mother was a dedicated wife. When she fell pregnant, his father was pleased, and everything was fine... until he was born. Once the result of their union was safe outside of the womb, his father began belittling his mother, tearing her apart piece by piece, from appearance to any task she completed or did not complete. Then came the physical violence. As a toddler, Hanbyul only knew violence. In fact, he was always surpised when he heard from his school mates that their father didn't beat their mother into the floor every day.When he turned six, the violence turned to him.He could do no right. And when punishment came for his mistakes, his mother took the brunt to defend him. He began blaming himself for her suffering. At the age of eight, he had his first sucidal thoughts. It was the night his mother caught him self harming that everything fell apart. His father went too far, too hard on his mother, and suddenly she wasn't getting back up.It was hours that she lay still in the floor.Hanbyul cried over her, the silence overwhelming. He hates being alone. She knows this. Why would she leave him? His father locked him in a room, beating him into submission so he could take her body away. He never did find out where his father hid her corpse. But he never saw her again.He became her replacement.He was beaten for almost anything, from looking at something wrong, to breathing incorrectly. He continued self harm, secretly, and wished that he would just die like her. That way he didn't have to suffer without her anymore. Death never came.Instead, one day, when he was ten, his father woke him up in the middle of the night, urging him up and out of bed and to pack a bag. He was only given five minutes, just enough time to take some things and a prized possession; his mother's necklace. He clutched it tight as he was led to an unmarked black car, the door closed on him, and he was sent into the night.His father had sold him into the slave system. He didn't even know there was a slave system, but his new task was to serve the rich. He was often commented on for his looks. Some men requested time with him, but thankfully (ironically), those requests were always denied.He spent the next ten years working there. They gave him some sort of an education, though he lacked most of what regular children got. They did allow him to hang with the other servants, which is where he learned dance. It turned out he was a very good dancer, able to add this skill to his abilities as a servant and score more money for his boss.This got him some additional benefits too, more security, but it also had more people wanting to take him behind closed doors and do as they pleased. He thankfully avoided it at every turn. But he began to understand. People with money, the filthy rich, they felt as though they could bend the world to their whim with a stack of bills.He began to loathe them.And the government that allowed them to exist.He wanted to destroy everything.When he finally escaped, he found himself on the streets, cold and hungry and lost, away from the warmth of his room. The slavery system was always a shadow he tried to dodge, trying to keep himself out of it again. He became friends with others like him, and they found various ways to make money, from busking to stealing. Anything to score some money.It kept them alive.He was a modern day Aladdin.His mother would be so ashamed. He'd fallen so far.This guilt drove him to become more sophisticated. He became good at grifting, able to trick people out of their money and riches, to disguise himself, become a master at various roles. He was a conman, quick witted and slick, slippery and hard to catch. It became a way to make sure he was secure. At 30 years old, he's now secure enough to have a hide out, friends, a motorcycle, and a decent system to milk the very system that once abused him and made him feel worthless. Now, the only way to go is up.Right?
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Plot Ideas:1: Stop! Theif: Oops, you're a victim of Hanbyul's quick hands and wit. What happens now?2: Childhood friend: Hanbyul has known you for forever, and honestly you're probably always bailing him out of a problem, but that's what friends are for, right?3: Alibi: You totally helped Hanbyul get out of a sticky situation, but now he owes you. Fantastic.4: One night only: You tumbled with Hanbyul in the sheets but he was gone with the sunrise. He's quite the slippery fellow, isn't he?5: Oh fuck you: Water and oil don't mix and Hanbyul isn't afraid to let you know that's how this goes. Beef. Pronto. Served piping hot.- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Connnections:
Friends:
Niko
Rael
Saebyeok
Minjun
Mason
KimiEnemies:
His old master's gangCrushes:
SaebyeokOther:
Youngjae/Hyeonju & Silas (Auditions)