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Hwan-Ju
Legacy Name: Hwan-Ju


The Blacklight Kora
Owner: Seraphim

Age: 12 years, 3 months, 3 weeks

Born: January 8th, 2012

Adopted: 12 years, 3 months, 3 weeks ago

Adopted: January 8th, 2012

Statistics


  • Level: 45
     
  • Strength: 11
     
  • Defense: 10
     
  • Speed: 10
     
  • Health: 10
     
  • HP: 10/10
     
  • Intelligence: 5
     
  • Books Read: 5
  • Food Eaten: 0
  • Job: Beach Comber


"What a day, huh Weinoa? I bet that Old Man is laughing his guts out, what with us havin' to do all this crap. 'zn't my fault that I drove a little out of order las' night. Ya know? I mean, I wasn't tryin' ta kick up no one's flowers or crap! Geez and landin' in the crappiest creek in the city, what the hell kinda cop can say that ain't irony there!" The young man spoke, leaning on a shovel in the local community park.
A small panda was sitting upon an upturned picnic table in front of him, her little paws grasping what looked like a bug and she snacked it down. With a content face, the panda looked up at her master and gave a small squeaking nose, which made the man laugh. He picked her up and set her on his shoulder, where the little creature comfortably clung as the man performed his community duties. Which meant cleaning up the park he had accidentally destroyed the night previous. He had so far managed to get the holes filled in and the skid marks from his now impounded motorcycle even out. Aside from that, he had about six large pots of community vegetables done - of the approximately twenty - and had managed his way into weaseling out of paying to fix a statuette, instead offering to build a scrap metal sculpture from the junk heaps he worked in.
He flipped the picnic table back right-side up and moved it onto the sidewalk to pat some dirt in the scrapped out rivets from when it was flipped. He took a deep breath and stood there, looking around at the park. Now that he thought about it, he didn't really remember most of what had happened there the night before. Specifically, he hadn't figured out why he, who grew up picking vegetables from a community garden, would destroy one. He thought he remembered another person, and he didn't remember having anything to drink. How peculiar. Another blackout.



:: NAME ::
Hanyon Rei
:: NICKNAME(S) ::
Hanyo, YonYon, Hanri, Rei
:: AGE ::
Supposedly 23
:: GENDER ::
Male
:: OCCUPATION ::
Scrap Yard Worker; "recycles" the metal into modern art sculptures
Does Odd Jobs and Volunteer work a lot
:: PREFERENCE ::
Assumed to be Bisexual
:: STATUS ::
Single

Pet Treasure


Black Spiked Bracelet

Chin Piercing Jewelry

Android Assassin Motorcycle

White and Black Dreadfalls

Quell Hair Coupon

Double Ear Piercing Jewelry

Mori Bracelet

Blanoir

Peridot All-Natural Plugs (Medium)

Flaming Columbine

Plain Senbei

Pet Friends