Kim

Name: Hyun "Kim" Valko
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Orientation: Unsure
Birthday: November 3rd / 11th of Dog's month


Eyes: Winter grey.
Hair: Ink black, messy.

History: About fife years ago, Kim woke up in the small clinic held by illegal street-healers.
He was told that someone had found him from the river, drounded, before the healers could bring back his breath.
Kim had been dead about fife minutes, or little more.
As the days went by, he realized he had no memoried beyond his name and age and the healers explained the amnesia as post-traumatic result of almost dying.
Eventually he was forced to leave, for he had no money to pay for the healers and they had no place to keep him.
Nowadays Kim lives in small apartment that he shares with Ami.
He works as a bouncer in the bar called "Africa's", where he's known from his biting remarks and kind of unpleasant attitude.
Kim believes he can see somekind of ghosts or spirits and that scares him above everything else.
Most people just say he's nuts.

Personality: Vain, proud, paranoid tendencies. Sarcasm makes his day.
Likes: Rain, silence, music, Ami (not that it'd show), vodka, cigarettes, guns, all kind of mechanical thingamajig.
Dislikes: Eating, his medication, stupid people, waking up, getting up, darkness, being alone in dark, feeling cold, big amounts of water in one place.

Associations: Rain, vodka, strong sweet tea, Death, elements of metal and water, blue lotus, autumn, northwest direction, drizzle, nightmares.
Balance: Yin
Title: Vodka shot

The Darkest hours of my mind

He listened the soft breaths emitted behind him, the air slightly puffing against his shoulder blades.
He felt bad for the kid; this wasn't fitting life for anyone, let alone growing teen. The kid would have needed good, balanced diet, or at least full stomach in regular basis, not few bites of food here and there. Surely he didn't need running around in paranoid fear of being caught.

At least the research institute had been warm, if his memory of the place served right. Kid was already sleeping fully clothed; shivering between heat emitting from the back of the older male and hot water ducks running behind the thin wall that warmed the small waste space left between building floors. And the winter was yet to come.

Sure, male himself had hated lab with all his heart and soul, and sure the kid had run away just like he had; on his own regard after they had stumbled upon each other, but he had been adult male, and this kid…
Well, kid was in middle of growing, and for what he remembered of his own maturation it was going to be fast.

Kid would need good food and warm place.
What would they do if kid got sick? They couldn't just march in any medicare without papers. Or money at that.

He pushed his head deeper into the pillow.
He had never before encountered any other of his kind. Of course it wasn't any real wonder; they have been created in bizarre genetic mutilation after all. Yet his basic instincts told him that taking care of the younger was his responsibility as the same instincts had told both of them that they were of the same. And that he was leader, not only justified by his size and strength, but also by his superior experience.

He turned restlessly again, rubbing his rough chin into the pillow.
The kid held his head against the back of the older male's shoulder, and he could feel kid's hands resting against his back between their bodies.

He should send the kid back to institute.

Sure he himself had hated of being locked inside, but during the dark night hours he was painfully afraid that maybe he was just looking for an excuse to keep the kid with him, ignoring the benefits the institute had to offer.

For he knew very well how it'd go; at every morning he'd watch the slender form of the kid and wonder how long he'd stay even remotely healthy weighted. And he would look at those green eyes that bore the same golden-yellow ring just around the pupil that older himself had.
And he wouldn't let the kid go back, even when his subconscious told him that he should.
Because if the kid would go…
If the kid would go, he'd be all alone again.