We'll start off with hello, my name is Kaiden. I'm twenty three years old and I'm a art grad. I'm going into game design but my main major is photo journalism. I also help out as a History sub at two different schools and I help out at a photo studio. With this being said sometimes I get extremely busy and I hope you can understand. This account was not intended to be my main account but currently as I type these rules up I am taking a hiatus from my ALEC LIGHTWOOD blog as I have currently lost the muse for him, meaning I should be on here a bit more frequently. I play Seven AS I SEE HIM right or wrong in your view, if you have an issue with something I do or something I say then please approach me so we can discuss it.
I prefer plotting even if it's a small plot to just start up a meeting. I enjoy watching my characters attachments grow instead of having them all set out. My character is my own meaning a relationship with one character won't be the same as a duplicate of that character. All relationships are different as all ships are different. I don't see myself shipping all that often considering I see Seven confused on love and how to react towards it. Romantic ships to me are unimportant despite this character being from an otome game. RELATIONSHIPS ARE NOT IMPORTANT TO ME , but FRIENDSHIPS are. I would much rather see Luciel grow as a person, develop friendships, and become a better him rather than throw him in a romantic or / sexual relationship. WILL THOSE HAPPEN? Yes, but I strictly ship CHEMISTRY female or male muse, if it isn't there it's not happening.
I'm not quick when it comes to replies in fact I am extremely slow. FOR SOME THREADS MY REPLY IS IMMEDIATE. That does not mean I dislike the other threads I just may have muse for that one. I do enjoy formatting I use the sub text because for me personally it is easier to read. how can you read something so small lol because in reality my handwriting is extremely small. Sub text separates the words out so it's easier for me to grasp and read and it's not clustered together. Though I prefer formatting I will roleplay with people who don't , if my formatting bothers you simply request I take the sub text out and I will no questions asked.
My icons, my background, everything image wise EDITING WISE is my own. Any fanart I use credits go to the original owner if I am able to credit the original owner then I will. My theme is a recoded theme made by LADMILK. The original art of the background can be found here. IF YOU TAKE / JACK THE THEME AT LEAST CREDIT THEM as they are the original theme owner and designer though I would prefer you not to take ANYTHING. I work hard on the edits and tweaking I do and would be extremely upset if they were taken. But you can't control everything.
I will not tolerate it. It disgust me in more ways than I can express. I understand not everyone can get along I understand it is difficult to get along with me as a human being. I am not a overly kind person BUT I AM MORE THAN REASONABLE. If you have an issue with me, how I play Seven, something I do, something I say. I'd ask you approach me. ANY AND ALL ANON HATE WILL BE DELETED. I will not give the person the pleasure of posting it and I will simply block. If you do not like me, blacklist my url and we'll leave it there. IF YOU HATE A FUCKING ISSUE WITH ME , come and talk to me not that hard, I don't bite.
MAIN ; HERE TO PROTECT , USE ME a weapon by choice. this verse follows the game not entirely canon , played as I view him ships will vary among plots but all involve around the same aspect. Luciel Choi more commonly known in the chat room as 707 , hacker for RFA and an intelligence agent. brought in by the leader V & Rika when he was about fifteen. even though he is hyperactive and constantly enjoys jokes and pranks there is always a darker layer. he prefers to be alone , he prefers to never hurt anyone. devoting his life to protect and to his faith. he believes he is a danger to anyone who tries to get close and will not hesitate to push them away if his wall is breached.
in addition to the CATBOT among other varies of programs and designs made, Seven's most outstanding and advanced yet has been ALIEZ. originally the AI that watches over his domain and RFA, Aliez was given an actual form. GUARD DOG of all the RFA members after Unknown's first attempt to break into the system. Aliez is a special design that has an emotional connection with each member. it recognizes physical and mental stress states and does it's best to warn other members or handle it all in it's own. each member is connected through a piece of accessory Seven designed himself that keeps a constant scan on both mental and physical health. the main inner skeleton is entirely composed of titanium although the outside of the body appears to look like an actual dog , a utonagan and even has three life states , puppy , mid , and adult as ALIEZ does not grow with years but with knowledge and data.
BAD ENDING ; GOLD FADING INTO MINT a verse in which bases around the idea that Saeyoung has fully destroyed himself and lost everything. Successfully pushing away MC into believing they are a burden and their help is unnecessary, Saeyoung also managed to push all of the members of RFA away. Out looking for Saeran on his own he is actually defeated and unable to save himself , or his brother. Instead Rika uses him against V , destroying what is left of his precious "Luciel" and making him in the fallen angel Lucifer, who he truly is. Brainwashing and corrupting Seven into becoming a part of Mint Eye. Seven goes as far as destroying his own home and faking his death so no one will ever come looking for him , as he wholeheartedly believes this is the ending he deserves.
BIRTH NAME: Choi Saeyoung
BAPTISMAL NAME: Choi Luciel
SPECIES: Human
ETHNICITY: Korean
ALIAS(s): 707 , Seven, Cat Abuser
GENDER / PRONOUNS: Male , He / Him
HAIR COLOUR / EYE COLOUR: Red , Golden
AGE RANGE: 20 - 22 ( twenty to twenty two )
BIRTHDAY: June 11th
ZODIAC: Gemini
BLOOD TYPE: AB
HEIGHT / BODY TYPE: 175cm ( 5,7" ) / average build. Despite his profession and hobbies Seven is not one to simply laze around. He is slim, average / well toned despite him constantly eating junk food and can be described as mildly attractive. He has red scruffy hair and golden eyes. All around Seven can be considered an average young adult, with average height and weight. What can be most noticed about the boy is the fact he NEVER takes off his silver cross and normally to always has a pair of headphones ; for some sense of comfort?.
ALLEGIANCE: R.F.A ; Rika's Fundraising Association.
RESIDENCE: Penthouse in Seoul, South Korea.
HOBBIES: Car searching, racing, developing / programming.
OCCUPATION: Hacker, Intelligence Agent.
Seven has a very hyper active personality compare to his friends. He is overly joyous and is always cracking jokes as if he doesn't have a care in the world. His humor is often crude and dark, sexual ... or all around wrong so most consider him a freak. In reality Seven is a hard worker who believes in business over pleasure. Although not as strict as some others within the faction he doesn't take his job very lightly and often shows as he will work himself to the bone forgetting to eat properly and sometimes not getting enough sleep. What many lack to realize is Seven actually suffers from severe depression and masks it with his pranks and jokes. He believes nothing good will come out of living and he doesn't deserve happiness while everyone around him does.
Unnamed Father ( status unknown. )
Unnamed Mother ( status unknown. )
Saeran Choi ( twin brother , status unknown. )
CHOI LUCIEL ( 707 ) better known as SEVEN; a hacker for the RFA [ Rika's Fundraising Association ]. He's known as the trickster of the group and often isn't taken seriously. Brought in to the group by Rika and V at an early age he felt as if he found a new family. After Rika's suicide he seemed to mask his pain by more jokes and pranks ( mostly on Yoosung. ). He will work for anyone who is willing to pay and seems to be the " best of the best ". Seven is very out-going and happy-go-lucky; the others of the association will often call him a freak or odd due to the fake nature of his personality. Reality the story goes much deeper, of course no one believes the guy who plays jokes.
THEY HAD TOLD HIM OF THIS MAN. could he really call him such? he heard the voices that talked of their newest acquisition, heard the way they sighed in resignation at his resilience / rejection. WAS THERE ANYTHING FOR HIM TO DO? he felt that pang in heart, in chest. felt the claws of the hounds ready to condemn him for his inaction. dear God above, grant him the strength. grant him the ability of absolute healing. give him the gift to save, save, save, save
it’s not long before he’s summoned, a gentle hand within hair and Her voice soothing his worries. ( ‘ GO TO HIM, MY ANGEL. ‘ / ‘ HEAL THE SICK. ‘ ) and so heavy chain wrapped around neck is lifted, the end used as if a leash trailing behind him. it rattles softly as bare feet make their way towards the cells ( HE SWEARS HE FEELS THE LIGHT DISAPPEAR FROM THIS PLACE, FEELS THE LIFE DRAIN FROM HIS VERY ESSENCE / VESSEL. DEAR GOD, DON’T LET THIS DEMONIC AURA STEAL YOUR FAITHFUL SERVANT. )
darkness is a strange thing. unwanted, yet needed ; a necessary component in the ever changing equation of life. it grows while corroding, thrives off of the toxic / damaging / destructive. yet it brings a salvation all it’s own. ( BUT IT IS NOT THE PARADISE THEY ALL SEEK. IT IS NOT THE SANCTIFICATION THEY HAD BEEN PROMISED. A FALSEHOOD. A LIE. LIAR, LIAR, LIAR, LIAR )
he doesn’t like it. he wants it gone. ‘ grant me the strength to erase the dark, amen. ‘
he hears him before he sees him. he does as he’s told, does as he’s been instructed. when the retching begins, he knows he should leave. ( YOU HAVE DONE YOUR DUTY, FOLLOWER OF SHE. HE IS NOT YOUR CHARGE. FORGET, FORGET, FORGET & THE GRACE OF HER WILL SHALL SET HIS PATH ANEW. )
he can’t. he can’t turn away. ‘ mother forgive me for my sins. ‘
a knock, curiosity / concern / hurt sweeping through him. hands near shake, limbs heavy with the guilt of knowing he can do something. ( LET ME HELP YOU, SUFFERING BOY. LET ME EASE YOUR TROUBLES. ) eyes close as he breathes, lips softly whispering prayers beneath his breath before
‘ we know you do not wish for this. ‘ barely audible, a heat suffusing form as if soul glows, resonating what it means to be angelic. ( HIS BACK ACHES / HIS THROAT STINGS. DEAR LORD, HAVE MERCY ON THIS VESSEL. ) ‘ i am of Her will and His alike. God has told me to help. let me help you, follower. ‘
❛ I’m not a follower …. I’m a prisoner. ❜ his voice was sharp, cold. harsh in every way spitting acid towards anything kind. IT WAS NOT KIND IT WAS MULTIPLICATION. how many times had he been tied to a chair and whispered sweet words in order to give up information , himself ? too many for someone his age. back pressed against wall mind twisting into anger and MADNESS. but not the kind THEY wanted.
his defenses were up, strong and supported by layers of brick. brick on brick. no wind or bullet could get through , not now , not yet. he stayed in the corner where the darkness stretched out and threatened to grab. snatch and ring the others neck. snapping twisting easily getting his way out. he could have done it , but he didn’t. chains rattled as his legs slightly adjusted head leaning against some sense of cool. HOT , BURNING HEAT. feeling as if his brain was melting , a fever. his body was slowly breaking itself down he wondered just how long until Rika or his own brother turned the gun to him and pulled the trigger.
lids fell closed as he could feel the eyes of pity, hands reaching out to help. he did not reach back. ❛ what ever happens to me … just make sure Saeran stays safe. ❜ he clearly couldn’t do it. TOO WEAK , TOO COWARDLY it was his weakness and fear that caused all of this, didn’t it? maybe he should have grabbed their coats and ran away. the nearest temple, the nearest church. hiding away from the rain and slums, their mother. even if she beckoned with fake kind words he wouldn’t have let Saeran from his side. he always thought of his safety first , far beyond his own. and yet he had gone through years of torment without Luciel even knowing. AND HE WAS TO BE BLAMED.
❛ even if he tells you he’s fine … he’s never really fine. even if he tells you he’s happy … he’s not actually happy. even if he threatens to break every bone in my body I want to be here for him. please be my arms when my arms no longer work , please be my warmth when all of my warmth drains … be his guide to a better world. I beg of you , don’t waste your time on me. ❜
maybe it was the fever , the guilt , the years of hating himself. but for now he very well knew he wanted to die. why had God cursed him like this? why was he ever born. why was the innocence of the one good thing in his life corrupted into a hatred that went beyond his own. he swallowed roughly, the pain feelings of pins and needles sliding down. arms curling around himself as he stayed in the corner of filth and disgrace. lids falling closed as he drifted back into a long silence.
how many days had it been now? laying on the cell floor staring up at the ceiling. his vision every so often blurring in and out and a few times drifting in an entire pit of darkness. his bruises and injuries only getting worse by the day. almost certain a broken ribcage. the sound of doors opening that caused his head to dip back staring at the bars. time for the medication the healing that would break his mind or so they hoped. the sound of metal trays clacking against the cement ground had the boy wince slightly. he heard a much louder PANG than the average human would have. his jaw tightened before he rolled, the chain on neck and legs only allowing him to get so far. so they kicked it closer, congee splattering as they did.
there was a mutt like snarl bubbling deep in his chest.baring teeth as that amber gaze that faded so quickly, narrowed ever so coldly. if they were going to TREAT HIM LIKE A WILD ANIMAL he would damn sure act like one. then a small capsule, a pill. Saeran wasn’t giving it to him today? again. every so often they weren’t shoved down his throat. but being watched didn’t make it any easier. he popped it in and swallowed. opening his mouth to show it had gone down, they turned and left. three , two , one. a turn and he was vomiting it back up. body REJECTING every bit of this washing of sins.
❛ …. damn it. ❜
an ache that couldn’t be expressed any other way than him cursing and curling up. knees to stomach trying to stop anything else from coming up. it’s not like he had been eating properly, it’s not like he was keeping anything either. every time they tried to put something into his system it rejected in immediately. but maybe just maybe if he acted as if he was getting it down they wouldn’t resort right to other methods. how could this be the Rika he knew? and what on earth happened to his brother?! so many questions and yet he was almost certain death was knocking at his door at least he heard a knock.
waving in and out of consciousness it wasn’t long before he drifted into a slumber. darkness that cradled him, cold and lifeless. if he wasn’t going to die here he would certainly die by the agency. so many jobs put off because of his overload in stress he wondered if they were searching for him. PUT HIM DOWN LIKE A MAD DOG. chains rattled as his body shifted arm draping over his eyes to keep himself in that comfortable darkness. just a little longer , just a little longer until his body would give up entirely.
in addition to the CATBOT among other varies of programs and designs made, Seven's most outstanding and advanced yet has been ALIEZ. originally the AI that watches over his domain and RFA, Aliez was given an actual form. GUARD DOG of all the RFA members after Unknown's first attempt to break into the system. Aliez is a special design that has an emotional connection with each member. it recognizes physical and mental stress states and does it's best to warn other members or handle it all in it's own. each member is connected through a piece of accessory Seven designed himself that keeps a constant scan on both mental and physical health. the main inner skeleton is entirely composed of titanium although the outside of the body appears to look like an actual dog , a utonagan and even has three life states , puppy , mid , and adult as ALIEZ does not grow with years but with knowledge and data.
BAD ENDING ; GOLD FADING INTO MINT a verse in which bases around the idea that Saeyoung has fully destroyed himself and lost everything. Successfully pushing away MC into believing they are a burden and their help is unnecessary, Saeyoung also managed to push all of the members of RFA away. Out looking for Saeran on his own he is actually defeated and unable to save himself , or his brother. Instead Rika uses him against V , destroying what is left of his precious "Luciel" and making him in the fallen angel Lucifer, who he truly is. Brainwashing and corrupting Seven into becoming a part of Mint Eye. Seven goes as far as destroying his own home and faking his death so no one will ever come looking for him , as he wholeheartedly believes this is the ending he deserves.
