Name: Greer!
Contact Info: zhopa, ghostaiken@gmail.com (for aim)
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Requested apartment: 5.1 if possible!

Character Name: Yoon
Canon: Akatsuki no Yona
Canon Point: End of chapter 37
Background/History: wiki , wikipedia

Personality:

On a basic level, Yoon is a mother hen. He cooks, he cleans, he sews and mends all his fellow travelers's injuries, but beyond that, he's the voice of reason. When a stupid idea crops up, he's the one to shoot it down and offer up something new. Something logical. While he's not the leader of the bunch, he's definitely the right-hand man-a position he grew into rather than took immediately.

Upon first meeting, Yoon is not a very social boy. He's rude and prickly, dismissive of others and their obligations. Very much a street brat, he lives through slyness and uses fairly underhanded practices. Despite his weakenesses, he has confidence to spare, sometimes bordering on conceit (he labels himself "genius pretty boy" way too much). Starting out as a pretty selfish boy, his world slowly broadens as he's given more people to care about.

The first person to get close to him was Ik-Soo, a guardian only by definition. In truth, Yoon was his guardian, tending to his wounds, whereabouts and needs from a young age. For him, Ik-Soo was the first person who could be trusted. So harmless and so incapable was he that it was hard not to be protective of him. So, they lived together for years with Ik-Soo coming and going and Yoon waiting and tending to his needs when he returned. Even though he was the caretaker, Yoon depended on Ik-Soo as well, not just for comfort but simply to return. For once, it was nice not to be alone.

When Yona came, he grew defensive. He disliked her for her heritage and, more than that, feared having to leave the stability he had established. Growing up in a village forgotten by its government, Yoon lived a tumultuous life filled with starvation, poverty and desperation. He lived his life by the day, unsure if he would survive the next. The future was uncertain and circumstances were rough. He coped how he could: by not trusting others. Ik-Soo was the only exception and, at the time, he was determined to let no one else gain the same status. Based on how he viewed himself, it's likely he saw other people as a burden. Another mouth to feed, another body to protect when the situations they lived in were already hard enough. It felt risky and Yoon, both at that time and in the present, feels most comfortable when he's far away from risk.

It's clear that Yoon considers himself a coward. Whether or not he is one is a matter that grows with character development but even still, his own opinion never changes. He views himself as weak and dismisses his own efforts to change as not good enough. A genius at everything, Yoon is used to things coming naturally. He's used to being good at the first try and meeting something that he can't perfect naturally seems too big a feat to conquer. He's a defeatist, through and through.

Still, he tries. He wants to be different from the suspicious, paranoid survivor he once was and a large part of that was inspired by his relationship with Yona. Like him, she was weak and "useless", unable to do anything that might help the rest of the group. Still, she tried and improved, if gradually, to become a significant archer in her own right. Furthermore, she would never be satisfied to let everyone else do the hard labor. If someone else was fighting, she would too. Just in her own way. That strength inspired him. There was no difference between them, no reason why he couldn't follow in her footsteps. So he tried, in his own way. He helped out where he could, healing strangers he usually wouldn't have and slowly opening his heart to let more and more people in.

In the end, Yoon is best when he has people to take care of. Though he puts on a prickly, grumpy front, his heart is too large to stop caring for people. Whenever the group comes to a new village where people need help, Yoon is usually the first to rush to their sides. He helps the poor without charge or care, his priority being their health, not the payment. This changes when he comes across someone of wealth and his usual disdain slips in, still treating them but usually demanding a charge.

Soft-hearted as he is, it shouldn't be a surprise that Yoon is a surprisingly emotional guy. He's a sap and is pretty easy to tear up, crying when he's worried, happy, or sad. He's the type of guy that would cry in every Disney movie and then insist he hadn't when later asked about it.

Basically, Yoon tries to act tough, fails, and helps people anyway. He's a naturally wary person who's quicker to suspect than he is to trust but those he does let in earn his loyalty for good.

Abilities/Powers: Yoon is a self-titled genius. Basically, he has the ability to memorize all information given to him and then... somehow be an expert at it. He's a medic, a cook, a seamster, a bombmaker, a trapper, and the list goes on and on. The one thing he isn't is a fighter.

Items/Weapons: (1) tattered book on medicine, (1) bag full of medical supplies, (1) outfit of his usual clothes

Sample Entry: Musebox Thread!

Sample Entry Two:

Lying on his back in his rotting shack, he had dreamed of libraries. Freshly pressed spines standing to attention in silent colonnades, sternly watching over solemn visitors. He had imagined what it was like to enter, to walk into a sanctuary of knowledge, and failed. A pitiful life like his own had little to compare to such an overwhelming sensation. It only made the yearning worse and now—now it was finally within his grasp.

He had heard of the obstacles, of course. A long stretch of tunnel filled with monsters of various sorts. Try as he might to get a catalogue of descriptions, his efforts were met with frustration. There were simply too many and too much dismissal. A taste of his own medicine, no doubt.

Usually, it'd be enough to dissuade him. Usually, it'd be enough to make him turn back. But this was different. This was a library. The stuff of dreams. Not even monsters could dissuade him from that wealth of knowledge.

He had thought of taking one of the dragons, of course. He had his ways of convincing them. No dinner was an easy choice. Yet every time he found himself in front of them, the words fell short and his tongue felt clogged. The request would never come. Likewise, he had thought of taking Yona, but that was dismissed even faster than the others. This was his dream and some crazy part of him insisted that he should be the one to fulfill it.

So here he was, standing at the cusp of darkness, fists clenched to keep from trembling. Stupidly, he hadn't brought a weapon, for reasons that had seemed logical when he left and felt like the worst mistake now. Even if he couldn't use it, it would at least be something more than a bag of herbs and dried meat. He felt naked, bare, completely doomed and every bone in his body wanted to run.

Instead, he stepped in.

The tunnel was eerily silent and somehow that made things worse. A sense of dread crept up his spine, spreading shivers like a web. But it was fine. It was good. So long as he stuck to the edges, lined the sides, he'd be fine. A small comfort, but the only one he had.

Heart in his throat, he inched his way forward. The tunnel grew darker and his footsteps, quiet as he kept them, echoed in roars. It became a pattern—shuffle forward, hear the echoes, stop till they quiet. It was slow, but it seemed to work. To a point.

It was when the darkness was consuming and the light of the entrance was a mere pinprick that he heard shuffling rival his own. A groan slipped from the darkness, low, wet and completely inhuman. It froze Yoon, his feet cementing themselves to the ground. Run, he should run. Turn and flee the way he had come. It was only natural. Men could only do so much and he was no exception. If he was spotted, smelled, or sensed in whatever abnormal way, he'd be doomed. Dead in a tunnel with nothing more than a name and petty accomplishments.

The creature shuffled closer and he could smell it now, the pungent smell of rotting flesh attacking him in waves. He wanted to bend over, puke, run, leave, but still his legs wouldn't move. With a panicked whimper he hit at his legs with balled up fists, as if beating them would bring them to life. It did, though not the way he wanted. He crept forward, barely breathing, as the creature meandered towards him. Steeling himself as best he could, he filled his empty mind with lies of confidence, I can do this and Just a bit furthers that evaporated instantaneously.

The monster was touching him, claws sinking into his arm in a slow caress. Yoon bit back a scream. Without thinking, he pushed at the monster, barely aware of it falling back as he turned and ran back to the light, back to safety. Back to Yona and the others.

He was a fool to think he could have ever been like them.