― ❝ independent, private, selective CHARACTER NAME from fandom as written by alias.

i was given a heart before i was given a mind
he was born one cold, stormy night. thunder broke through the darkened sky, and he didn’t make a sound; he was calm and gentle as if the raging weather outside soothed his very first moments alive. his heart was strong, and got stronger as he grew up into the son his father prayed to the gods for.i was given a name before i was given blood;
“jingyi.” his father called, tapping the grand piano to call for the boy’s attention. “you are not yourself today.” no, he wasn’t. he’d stayed up all night, drawing his heart away to the stories his mind made up. “i’m sorry, father.” he apologized and started from the top, his small hands moving elegantly along the keys; they’d call him a genius when in truth, he was made to practice until his fingers were numb enough to not feel pain, but still sharp to not make a single mistake.then, he saw salvation in the form of a baby when he was six. “hai.” the boy repeated after his father as he looked into the tiniest of cribs. babies weren’t cute, but his younger brother was an exception; jingyi’s heart danced with joy the longer he got to know him and it was sealed by fate, that the two brothers would be inseparable until the arrival of their little sister four years later.he had to be perfect. that was lesson one.but no one was born perfect, and so he had to try. jingyi traded his childhood for the approval of his family; art, music, martial arts, learning languages… anything thrown his way. if he wanted to be loved, he had to do what he was told. that was lesson two, a lesson that would stay with him for many years to come.a thirst for pleasure and war, a hunger we keep inside
art had become his outlet and passion by the time he reached his teens. he drew and painted on any surface, in any notebook, anything he could get his hands on. noel –as he’d chosen to call himself by then– was top of his class, which earned him even the tiniest of freedoms to do what made him happy if he could squeeze it into his schedule, so he tried; by then, noel had discovered tattooing and searched high and low for a place to learn. naturally, he got rejected from a few shops even though they praised his skill until one man decided to give him a chance. he became an apprentice, pouring blood, sweat and tears into becoming the best he could be.and he made it.by the time social media was all the rage, noel had accumulated years of skill and befriended as many artists as he could, so when he went to college, most of his body was already covered in ink and his portfolio looked insane. he majored in art history while tattooing on the side, a decision his father would try to make him regret as soon as he was done with his schooling. that was lesson three: he could never run away from who he had to be.you can drink, you can feast the flesh in the fruit and the blood in the wine
noel was twenty-five when he found out what his father truly did for a living; he was a dirty man with more blood on his hands than he could ever account for, and so, the sins of the father became the sins of the son. “you’re looking at me as if you have a choice.” his father had told him after revealing the truth. all the years he spent being the perfect son, learning skill upon skill without questioning led to this. it was something, noel just couldn’t refuse, not when his father had threatened to bring his brother into that bloodstained world.so he agreed.his soul shattered whenever he pulled the trigger, erasing the good in him little by little with each drop of blood that fell on his hands. he became the tool his father worked on building since he took his first breaths; a puppet of bloodshed and cruelty for his family’s gain, taking out whoever dared cross them. noel became his father’s perfect son. “i give you a name, you give us a life.” the bastard man had said time and time again.there was no way out and he knew that.“please.” hai begged when he found out, but broke into pieces when noel confessed he couldn’t.that was lesson four; losing his brother one way or another.
hai’s heart couldn’t handle seeing his older brother become a monster, so after a year of trying to save him, he disappeared; there was no trace other than the name of a place noel was able to scrape up out of whispers… gaenari.

+VERSE ONE;

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