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.
he makes it here because there’s NO MOTEL in the area that’ll take him in, and he’d be DAMNED if Sammy was going to find him. more or less, this place seems abandoned–or run down enough that no one would bother trying to squat here. he’s WRONG about that, wrong about a lot of things–but that doesn’t really occur to him until he’s standing in front of a laptop with so many numbers it feels like he’s back in algebra class.
he’s not concerned about getting hurt–even less concerned about dying ( he can’t die; it’s his curse ), but he’d hate for there to be casualties when there obviously doesn’t need to be any. dropping his bag, Dean just puts his hands up, eyes slowly looks around for where the SHOTS came from.
he almost laughs at the ACCENT, but he doesn’t–he laughs anyways, though, because what else can he do in this situation? someone’s pointing a gun at someone who can’t die. he steps away as asked.
❛ alright, you caught me. what now, you dick? gonna SHOOT me? ❜
an irritated click of tongue as his head dipped back against the wall. lids closing to give himself time to think. he was out of bullets, any other weaponry was usually fighting by hand. HE DIDN’T WANT TO HURT ANYONE. and yet it seemed like the world was giving him little choice. with the clock of fate clicking down he leaned in catching sight of this work. it needed to be turned in within the next hour, little time was left. take a life or risk the chance of losing his own. damn it with movement he felt cold metal hit skin as his jaw tightened bringing the weapon up in a tighter grip. a kick of chair and a lunge forward, appearing next to the other so quickly almost inhuman. and yet he was nothing but.
a knee came to greet abdomen and the hilt of gun meeting head, not entirely temple, with a great force of impact. THUD. down like a tree, apparently without much around they still made sound. he stepped over the body then eyes narrowing coldly. this was his job , and if it had been anyone else from the agency the man may have very well have ended up dead. but religion and self morals kept him from doing that, if he wasn’t given a choice he would sure as hell make another. DOWNLOAD COMPLETE , MASTER LUCIEL. a heavy sigh of breath and hands came down to shut the device collecting his bags before turning to the door.
he was only a few steps out glancing back over at the body. ❛baegchi!❜ muscle rolling against the roof of his mouth to make another irritated and sharp click. then out the door he was shutting it behind him as he dragged a piece of wood to rest against. fixing the strap of his bag that dug into his shoulder. it didn’t take long to sling it into the vehicle however. mclaren , shining of crimson. closing the door and buckling himself in palms were run down his face. a moment or two of silence, collecting himself. boiling down the anger and irritation of the entire situation MASTER LUCIEL Aliez bringing him out of his guilt for harm allowing his hands to rest on wheel before he started up engine.