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[/b] Sangchul Kwon

Age & Date of Birth: 16 | 3.14

Gender: Male

Class: Slums

Occupation: Unemployed | does the occasional illicit shenanigan for some extra cash

Affiliation: Civilian

Genetic Modifications: 
Crow: inherited from his mother. his hair sometimes sheds black feathers, which he hides under a cap; also has two tiny, useless wings beneath his puffy jacket. seriously, he can't fly, why the fuck did he have to sprout wings. he feels like a chicken.

Holographic Irises: cosmetic. pure black irises. crimson glowing dots spiral around his pupils on occasion, like a little loading symbol. 

Unique Tech:
Pocketknife: not really unique. just a small knife he carries around in case he gets into trouble.

Headphones: touch them and die.

Appearance: TBA

Personality: a puffy, angry pomeranian. oddly vain, particularly for his social standing, and while he's perfectly okay with getting his hands dirty, he'll freak out if he gets so much as a splotch of mud on his cheek. has an irrational hatred of goats. lazy as can possibly be, but becomes immediately, intensely focused when something's caught his interest. he's found a good balance between good-for-nothing and highly ambitious, aiming to dig himself out of the slums and eventually make a name for himself in the music industry. but first, to crawl out of bed.

Background: born into the slums. wants 2 get out. failed 2 get out when he turned 16. now waiting impatiently to try again. damn the system[/ul]