by Hong Mo Hua 红默花 |
Name: Hong Mohua
Gender: Male
Age: 20
Birthday: June 13th, Gemini
Sexuality: Pansexual
Blood Type: O-
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Laterality: Ambidextrous
Special Characteristics:
▪Tough, sharp nails that are almost claw-like in nature.
▪Pain asymbolia; Mohua can feel pain, but is indifferent and unable to react to it.
Persona
Mohua is, aptly put, peculiar. It's uncommon for any to be well-versed in the individual's enigmatic behaviour, and most find his hypnotic, soul-piercing gaze and severe lack of facial expressions unnerving. More so, when he seems to severely lack the need to blink, and remains unfazed by even the most morbid of subjects, at times even displaying uncanny fascination. With that being said, the spectrum goes both ways, and catching his attention is both a blessing and a curse, for he is notoriously obsessive and volatile. Fortunately or unfortunately, he's not as quick to anger as he is to turn to violence.
Silver-tongued and witty, he proves himself a uniquely charismatic individual despite his eccentricities, and contrary to popular belief, he is capable of feeling more than just apathy, but rather lacks in morals and a sense of right and wrong, likeable to a very disturbed child. Mohua is well aware that he is considered an oddity, but cares little for the opinions of others and at times even enjoys watching them squirm in his presence. His presence in general, is very undermining, where most who notice him do so because of his appearance, but Mohua has a tendency to not meet people's gazes and thus easily loses other's interests. When he does speak, however, his presence becomes much more prominent, and while pleasant and unnervingly calm in tone, there is always an underlying chill that demands he be heard. If he wants to be noticed, he will. As one with sociopathic tendencies, he is highly apathetic and has a lack of regard towards others' wellbeings and emotions. Despite being more aware and observant than he lets on, he's still highly insensitive and has a hard time understanding and connecting with people. Sadistic and oftentimes cruel, Mohua's method of getting to know someone is through provocation and testing their responses, and he has since developed a fondness for picking at minds and warmongering. Chaos and pain seem to be the only things he understands well enough to bring some semblance of colour to his otherwise dull world, the essence that he consumes to make up for an unexplainable emptiness inside him. Many times where there is conflict, one can almost certainly find the youth observing from a front row seat.
Teamwork comes readily to him, but trust does not. While more than capable of working cooperatively with others, Mohua is ultimately still a one-man team and will rarely ever prioritize others over himself. Independence was introduced to him very early on in his life, and is a staple value he closely adheres to. Loyalty is hard to win from him; most alliances and partnerships he involves himself in are often contractual, or offer something he desires. No reward, no Mohua. The man is extremely shrewd, sly and frigidly calculative, and is not easy to deceive or take advantage of.
Anything owed without his consent is paid in blood.
Likes:
✦ Sweets - Mohua has an inhuman love for anything sweet.
✦ Literature - An erudite at heart, he has always been an avid reader and is particularly fond of literary texts and poetry.
✦ Nature - While he's not quite an environmentalist, Mohua is greatly intrigued by the ways of the world. Of life, death. Human nature, primal instinct... He roams the lands in silent observation.
Dislikes:
✧ Disturbance - Mohua is a troublemaker, and very fond of drama, but that does not necessarily mean he likes others causing trouble for him. He particularly dislikes being interrupted unneccesarily or bothered, and does actually enjoy his peace and quiet when he's not watching the world burn.
✧ Restriction - Be it physical or figurative, Mohua is a wild soul and loathes being tied down. Tight-spaces and lack of mobility greatly irritate him, and while tolerable, greatly agitate and vex him.
✧ Children - Noisy, snot-nosed brats. He does not have the patience for them, nor the desire to have anything screeching and climbing all over him. The better behaved they are, the less likely he is to asphyxiate them.
Motivations:
✦ Self-Preservation - As fascinating as death is, Mohua is not so foolish to court death and have his life end prematurely if he can help it. Everything he does is in his interest, and he has his life prioritised before anything.
✦ Money - It makes the world go round. He's not so spoiled as to need a life of luxury, but it doesn't hurt to be financially secure and then some. It certainly makes his daily life more convenient.
✦ Curiosity - Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back. Mohua is eager to explore, discover, and has a drive for learning. Knowledge is a very useful tool.
Fears:
✧ Stagnation - Boredom is a key driving factor in his life. Mohua is always moving, always seeking something to amuse and entertain himself. He fears being unable to progress at all.
✧ Attachment - Emotional intimacy is greatly shunned and avoided, as he neither knows how to respond or behave, and doesn't quite like the idea of being open with another and having the burden of affections to weigh him down.
✧ Vulnerability - As he relies solely on himself, he's very used to doing things independently and very vehemently avoids over-reliance. He does not want to be weak, easy prey.
General Appearance
Height: 5"8 ft
Weight: 140 lbs
Hair: Jet Black
Eyes: Obsidian
Skin Tone: Alabaster
Scent: Black licorice, leather, tea
Appearance: More painting than human, Mohua is a hauntingly beautiful and doll-like individual who carries himself with a silent confidence. Profiled by a refined, pointed nose, high cheekbones and a slim but gracefully defined jawline, he is a youthful man whose skin is reminiscent of the pale incandescence of the moon. Boasting a porcelain-smooth, alabaster complexion, he exudes a mysterious allure that both excites and intimidates. Large obsidian eyes are framed by notably long lashes, often off-putting when others notice that Mohua doesn't blink as often as one should. The only hint of colour he possesses is a slight redness that clings to the area around his eyes and the pale wine of his lips. Crowned with ebony locks of silk, a waterfall of inky gossamers brushes slightly past his waist and is often left unstyled, only braided or put up when the need arises. Matching his impassive androgynous expression is a velvet, soothing voice with a slight husk to it.
Standing at 5"8, the noiret is lithely built and long-limbed, with broad shoulders, a slim waist and an elegant neck. His weight barely fluctuates despite his eating habits, and he maintains a slim and well-toned physique. His fingers are long and tapered, with well-manicured nails that are at times painted black or red. Like ornamentation, his body carries pale, shiny scars long faded from past escapades and misadventures, a little greater in amount than the average person, particularly beneath his feet.
When it comes to dressing, Mohua generally has a very simple wardrobe with occasional traditional elements, often consisting of tunics, sweaters and vests. Comfort and ease of movement is key, and he seemingly leans towards cooler tones and shades. Most occasions, the mage wears a sleeveless, high-collared tunic, with a small cutout at the dip of his collarbones. This is paired with arm sleeves, trousers and a pair of canvas shoes that aid in further muting his light footsteps.
Guild: Guildless
Tattoo: Black (nape)
