Jaesung

Core Traits: Overwhelmingly antihero, typically tsundere by nature, unexpectedly kind and domestic despite an otherwise "survival-of-the-fittest" attitude, unafraid to criticize others, teases often and is almost always getting into unnecessary fights just to feel something, is very close with their parents

Strengths: Inherently selfless, will fearlessly protect those they care about, a romantic at heart who can be incredibly thoughtful and responsible for their actions

Weaknesses: Hates crying in front of others, it's hard for them to talk about their feelings, only opens up to certain people, can be contradictory and play favorites, experiences dysphoria, afraid of fire

Likes: People who playfully challenge their power, food, cold weather, anything with caffeine (but usually coffee)

Dislikes: Authority figures, people who think they're better than others, lying (even when necessary)

RP Excerpt: (From Harry Potter - Hogwarts AU)

It's like Jaesung can hear Jamie's footsteps, singling them out amongst the crowd of students flooding the hall. His aura is practically searing him from behind, he doesn't even need to look to know someone is approaching and most likely wants him dead. He's seated so casually it's supposed to be a clever mask for his inner torment, crime novel pried open with his thumb, palm cradling the spine like some kind of scholarly heathen, leg bent over his other knee. Meanwhile his stomach groans, churning bile. He's thinking it might be time to visit the toilets soon. He was barely able to eat again today.

Just when James is grabbing at his shoulder, he's turning sharply to combat the grip, book dropping onto the table. He's lost his place but it doesn't matter, his instinct elsewhere, focused on the offending hand that dares to touch him when he didn't consent. He should break his fucking arm, he should--

And yet somehow, unfailingly, the sight of Jamie leaves him burnt out, crestfallen, and he is stuck for a moment staring like a scolded child, thereafter sinking back into his seat and turning away once more.

"The fuck do you want to talk about with me?" He mumbles, just barely above the droning noise that surrounds them. "Go fuck off back to Moon."

His hand reaches for his discarded book, idly filing across its pages but not in a way of searching for his place. His mind was already cycling through the recent events, now even more so, quick-breathed, panicked. He doesn't want to be touched, he doesn't even want to be looked at, perceived, thought about.

"There's nothing for us to talk about. I'm not here to be jerked around by anybody today. Leave me alone."

Jaesung has a Japanese mother, Nozomi Yoo, and a Korean father, Ilsung ("Kazunari") Yoo. As such, his native languages are Japanese and Korean, however he picked up English from talking with Kieran who is Korean-American after moving to America in his high school years.

Jaesung is 5'8" and just a bit taller than both of his boyfriends (James is 5'7", Moon is 5'6"). Even taller when wearing heels, much to their delight.

Jaesung typically does not feel comfortable dressing femininely at work, for fear of customers' comments. He is only open about his gender identity with people he becomes closer with, and as such it can be a sore subject with strangers.

When James and Moon first discovered Jaesung's gender identity, they had previously been under the impression that Jaesung had a sister--Jaesung is an only child, the "sister" they saw was actually him.

Although he often criticizes others for being soft or weak, he will go out of his way to protect innocent people and those he loves.