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Post by Sang Ki Ra on May 2, 2012 15:47:29 GMT -6
Sang Ki Ra
Cold. Calculating. Charming.[/COLOR]
The Looks:
Sang stands at 6 feet 1 inches with nearly perfect posture, beating most asian stereotypes on height. He has dark almond shaped eyes and smooth white skin. Typically he wears plain black robes, as he thinks house affiliation is unnecessary and ridiculous. Beneath his robes he hides a scar spanning across his stomach and chest; a scar he received from an event he has nearly no memory of. Sang keeps himself clean and in order, rarely a hair out of place, but he does have the nasty habit of chewing on his nails.
The personality:
Sang’s personality can be one that is hard to manage. He is cold, and manipulative and often times stand offish. His favorite game is to pretend to be someone else, someone kind and caring, someone flirtacious. He loves to gain peoples trust and then crush that trust. He continuously gets away with hurting people and is really just waiting for someone to put him in his place. He is rarely the first to start a conversation, as most of the Hogwarts student body annoys or disgusts him. He does relish a woman with fire inside of her, and anyone who is willing to talk pureblood politics. Sang can often be seen picking on younger students and torturing mudbloods or halfbloods. His lack of apathy for other people makes it hard for people to get close to him, and could all just be a defense mechanism.
The History:
As a young child, before his families move to Wales, Sang Ki befriended a muggle girl in the streets of Seoul. Although he was told not to play with her, for fear that she and her family may discover the magic in his family, Sang continued to meet her. They were friends, and at such a young age he did not grasp the difference between magical and non-magical. Sang would wow the girl with small acts of magic, normal kid things such as making flowers grow from the ground, books float. They seemed harmless, until one night his friend was not alone at their playground. She was surrounded by an older group of boys, who demanded to see Sang’s tricks. Sang, uncomfortable and feeling betrayed by his friend, refused. The group of boys threatened to harm his friend. They pushed him, taunted him, held the girl upside down, began to pull her hair. Sang felt an anger inside of him he never had before, and then darkness. When he awoke, he lay on his parents living room floor, blood gushing from his chest. His parents never told him what occurred at that play ground. Now and then he is haunted with images, screams, and the constant reminder of the harm he caused splashed across his chest.
`This event really changed Sang Ki’s entire life and personality. Before waking he was a sweet boy, kind to everyone, with a smile on his face. After he was cold, distant, spent much of his time alone. It was almost as if that anger he felt before blacking out had spread to his heart and poisoned it. After the event his family was uprooted from Seoul, Korea to Wales where they have lived since. He spent much of his time alone, in his room reading his father’s old school books. He made it a point to spend most of his time alone, seeming to relish in his loneliness. His mother could often hear the squeals of dying insects and small rodents from his room, and Sang was often brought home from his babysitters for getting into fights with younger children.
The August before Sang’s 11th birthday, just seven months after moving to Wales, Sang received a letter from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His mother hoped that being with kids like him may break Sang out of the solitude he wrapped himself in. Sang’s father, a man accused and acquitted of torture and violent acts against mudbloods, was disgusted with the idea that his song get a British Wizarding Education. The Korean School of Magic was strictly pureblood. However, the headmaster would not take no for an answer. So Sang Ki Ra boarded the Hogwarts Express and said goodbye to his family.
He was almost expelled even before the sorting hat for cornering a smaller student and casting a spell on him, causing the boy to bleed from his ears (Sang’s personal favorite). He was kept from sorting until his parents were contacted and they were able to plead for a second chance. In a private sorting ceremony, the hat barely touched his head before whispering ‘Slytherin”. Because of this many Hogwarts students don’t actually know what house Sang is in.
From his first classes Sang excelled in Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration, Dueling and Flying. His marks were exceptionally high and in his second year he was accepted as a Beater for the Slytherin Team. That same year his mother lost a son in childbirth, and was never the same. She has lost her mind quiet literally and Sang has not had a relationship with her since.
Currently, he is in the process of perfecting his animagus, a Jindo Dog, but has hit a problem where he gets stuck for hours on end in his animal form, which is very embarrassing for a 'great wizard' like him, and also very much a nuisance. His greatest aspiration is the rid the magical world of muggles, mudblood and sympathizers and will gladly educate any curious student of his cause.
Extra:
Sang considers himself a messenger and savior of purebloods, sent here to fight for the purification of magic. However, much of his evil is from hurt. Hurt by his father, by the loss of his mother, by the betrayal of his only childhood friend. There is the hope that if Sang could only remember what truly happened at the park that day, that perhaps his world would change once more. For good, and not for evil.
Has a strong weakness for muggle cigarettes
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