猎龙勇士

Name : Li Jiao-Long
Byun Hyeon-jeong (present)
Alias : Adelard
Nickname : Xiao long , xiao jiao, Hyeonnie , Jongjong
DOB : August , 10th 1995
Age : centuries old, plays the human age role
Nationality : Korean, Chinese
Languages : Korean, Chinese Mandarin, English, Japanese
Residence: Seoul, South Korea
Height : 1. 78m / 5”8
Weight : 64kg
Hair color : Black(most of the times), may change
Eye color : Lavender
Tattoos & Piercings : phosphorus ink of a dragon wrapped around his right forearm, single right ear lobe piercing.
Sexuality : Bisexual (no lean)

Occupation : Former fencing athelete now CEO and owner of Hyundai Motor Company. (covertly doing illegal weaponry business)

Personality : Known to be cold and intimidating despite the formal image and gentleman like traits he beholds, rarely does he communicate unless someone approaches him first. Often the type to observe and create personal comments in his head. His own judgement beats others. Very calculative towards others, not his fault if he goes passive aggressive. He could only understand a few jokes, takes a while for him to process and understand. He is imperturbable whenever he gets a chance to visit the books in the library and brought up about fencing matches, albeit often being seen as a stiff person. He is articulate in his works and the business he runs. Well reserved with trust issues, has a keen eye onto his surroundings. Enjoys a clean slate banter with another, a toss and catch type of conversation.

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With no proper knowledge to whom birthed this infant, he was tucked nicely under the violet wool knitted blanket together with a cushion underneath the little being’s weight, just the enough amount of fluffiness to warm him during such a cold season. A note was left ontop of the sleeping infant, who pays no attention of what is about to happen. The woman simply staring at those mini fingers holding onto the tip of her thumb, feeling solemn for having to leave him like this yet she kneels down in front of the cottage house and prays to the Gods that all prosperity and goodwill will arrive to his path.

“妈妈真的很爱你，对不起“
“Mommy loves you so very much, please forgive me.”

A final kiss planted to the top of his head, immediately standing from her seated position and bracing herself from guilt and regret. She knocks thrice against the wooden door as if she was greeting a new neighbour, however the man who opened the door was met with an empty space, what seemed like the left over tracks were slowly covered by the snow. No sight of anyone else but him. The cold breeze blowing furiously as the wooden door rattles harshly, that is until he heard the infant cry, a cry for the love and warmth of his mother.

“小宝宝， 你的妈妈在哪里呢？“
“Little baby, where is your mother?”

The man was in his mid thirties, an uncle to many and here comes an additional. Flour covered digits caress the nicely cut piece of note, lifting it off the infant and carries him in his embrace as he closes the door, yet he stares at the ceiling and then his family portraits. It has been long since he last had any of them pay a visit, none stay in touch and here he was gifted or was it a sin to commit ?

“I should be finding your mother, but I am not sure if she will be there anymore hm?”

‘Jiao-Long’
20/12
(take note this took place during 209 BCE)

“No more crying, I will take good care of you. You will grow up to be a fine gentleman, hm? Right, little boy you will be calling me uncle Li, and by the time you grow older it will be grandpa Li, let me see those eyes of yours. Oh! It is dinner time.”

Pocket sized fingers reaching for the young man, squeezing it just enough to catch his attention. He lets out a loud cry, implying his hunger as he finally flutters his eyes wide open for the elder to see.
“天啊。。“
“my goodness”

Lavender hues were staring at the elder confusingly, afraid of this new presence the infant wailed at the top of his lungs. Uncle Li immediately began to sway him sideways, patting his back gently while hushing the little one. “It is alright, you are safe. You are in good hands. You will grow up to be a handsome young man, look at you. Beautiful eyes, and an endearing smile you behold.” he praises, as if Jiao-long was his own.

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“Li Jiao-long what have I told you about lurking around the palace? It is not our place to meld yourself there. What if the emperor finds you! go on play with your friends.”

The beholder of lavender hues had disregard the scolding given, the toddler knew how to make use of his feet and decided to take advantage of it. Of course, it is during his rebellious phase where he simply wants everything of his wishes to be fulfilled, whether it would be about eating xiao long bao or cha siu bao.

“Are you listening to me?” The old man tapped his wool wooden flat shoes on the stone pavement, crouching over to his height.
“yes shu shu, I listen.” A hand swiftly running through his soft raven locks, taking him by his hand and led him astray from the palace. Young Jiao-long kept glancing back, puffy fingertips waving towards the guarded stately home.

Do not mistake him for someone who deems to be inquisitive, the latter had a couple of friends around their little neighbourhood but was rather more interested in protecting those he deems to be his loved ones. Which is why he often carries a handmade dagger, from sticks and stones hidden right under next to his hidden pocket, close to his waistline.

Albeit things have changed, the boy could recall a few reason why it had to occur. One only could interpret as puppy love, something Jiao-long thinks he is unworthy of or incapable of accepting it as reality.

War was one of them, and the other? Well it was the most irresponsible thing he has ever done.

He met the emperor, but not quite fully the emperor himself.

They met by a coincidence, it was unintentional. Jiao long had a handmade helmet, made from dried leaves and twigs, the dagger in his other hand and alike any child one would often have imaginary friends to play with. “Fear me! I am the greatest warrior! no man shall ever defeat me!” he boasted, throwing his fist in the air and summersaulting into the grass fields. This was a common thing done by the latter, sometimes uncle Li would scold him for being so careless (he brought back several wounds).

“are you playing alone?”

Lavender hues instantly gaze towards the source of the sound, finding out that a boy of his age perhaps was standing across him. Just how long had he been standing there for? He could have sworn he was alone, no one else was present but him.. That upsets him slightly, how could he let something slip past him so easily, he is unfit to be a warrior.

“…”
“Not much of a talker? hmm you were amazing, such skills I wish I had. I quite envy you, really.”
“….”
“I would like to play with you.”

Yet the poor boy simply shrugged the offer, it meant no decline thus he lets him join with. No exchange of names, but simply a moment of appreciation.

They plays grew more frequent and uncle Li notices the drastic change of mood Jiao-long had display, always awake by 6 AM sharp, four dumplings in his mouth at once and arrives back home by 4 PM. Jiao-long was content, even if they knew nothing of each other’s identity.

“Hello there, I won this time! I came the earliest, whats the tally mark now?” He points towards the large stone. “fifteen for you, and thirteen for I” He carves another one for him. “Soon enough you’ll have to do me a favour, I am ahead of you!” He chuckles slowly, something Jiao-long admires. “A challenge you say? I shall take it.” He grins.

Later on, years went by and Jiao long grew to be someone well respected by others. He has helped countless of people, may it be chasing thieves or watching over the crops. Every single good deed that you can name it. By far he pride the most was his loyalty in friendship.

It had been going so pleasantly until one day that playmate of his was no longer visiting him. He is seventeen now, barely had time to even set out that role-play of an adventure he used to pursue, now far more knowledgeable, diligent and stunning in looks. This boy learned responsibility, this boy also learned about.. emotions; anger was the first.

The door flung open and slammed shut, uncle Li raises his head from the newspaper and places down his spectacles. “What is it xiao jiao?” The crease forming implies his concern for the boy. “A friend broke a promise.” He mumbles.

“And that upsets you? My dear boy, the world is revolving around us. Time is constraint, you need to learn that no one is obligated to be there every single second. I am sure your friend had errands to attend. Just like you, who is this friend of yours?”

“I never asked. Nor does he know my name.”

“And this is what you call a friend? You tripped over the first time my boy, come let us visit the market and then I will bring you elsewhere. I have been hearing news about this, it might intrigue you.”

“Very well uncle, do you want me to steam the pork buns. Have yourself a break.”

“Are you implying that I am aging? tsk, I still have the brawls to do things. Do not test me” he teases, wagging his index finger.

Ah yes, uncle Li would always cheer him up. He is thankful.

Noon soon arrived, he would admit that uncle had him surprisingly off (was he hiding something?) He never questions his doings, knowing he always had a reason and it was always right. However, being told to wear this very urbane silk robe made him question where they were designated to.

“I assume you will not let me know where we are going?”
“You will see for yourself, now lets go. We should not be late.”

If it weren’t for the elder then perhaps he would have missed this entire ordeal of a situation ; too early to judge the looks of it he might say. The buoyant crowd filled the space of area before him, luckily with his height he manages to see things quite clearly other than the blockage view of straw hats and bucket pails.

“Uncle, what are we waiting for? Nothing seems to be happening..”
“Just you wait, xiao. Just you wait. Have a little patience my child.”
He sighs, nodding his head. “Very well.”

Soldiers aligned themselves parallel to each other, golden dragon incrusted trumpets held up high, the flags attached to it read the words 皇帝, the emperor has arrived. For just one split second Jiao-long felt his chest beating loudly, the sight before him seemed to be impossible. All this times, had he not known? He was never told of- neither of his name. There stood on the seat carried by a dozen soldiers was the Emperor, his very good old friend.

“You never seen him before have you not? This is the prince, now emperor. He is recently throned, which is why everyone in the market were so busy decorating their stalls. It is a big day, an eventful one. Plenty of shadow puppets, I know you adore them.” the elder male chuckles lowly, but Jiao-long felt the bitter end stuck into the back of his throat. Was he not trusted enough to be told of his status? Had he been hiding all this long? The dots slowly connected, a constellation but he questions even further why had he not make any sort of contact to reach him.

That is, until they made eye contact.

The emperor waves at him, he is certain he remembers who Jiao-long was, his features did not change much but mature into a well grown man, much more charming to look at than before.

“You! I have been looking for you!”

the villagers make way when he abruptly jumped off from his seat, running towards Jiao-long. Uncle Li side glances the latter, questioning their relation and soon there he was, standing right in front of him. “Do you remember me? the boy you played so often by the hills, silly. I never got the time to speak to you of my whereabouts but here I am. I just got throned, see?” He points to his entire attire. Jiao-long parted his lips slightly ajar, relieved to think he thought of informing him but the gazes given by the audience did not accept this sort of communication. The tingles running down his spine told him to run, to flee- he should not communicate to such a high class- the ruler! “I finally found you, and with this opportunity I would formally want you to lead my empire of soldiers.”

Did he hear him right? Had he not fear of his pride? Speaking to a low life and asking him to take charge of his minions? Jiao-long got onto his knee, in beg of forgiveness to the public and the emperor. “I kindly decline, I am not suitable. I bear no knowledge, I am not properly trained it would only worry your empire, my lord.” He manages to mumble “It is good to see you, again in wealth and good health.” The whispers continue to roar and his uncle seemed quite speechless with everything going on. He immediately gets on his knee as well for the elderly ruler. “My lord, perhaps give him the opportunity while training then you may deem him worthy or not to be the leader of your soldiers.” Jiao-Long did not like one bit of this.

Uncle Li manages to push his head down, bowing in respect.

“ah, please get up. You need not to bow for me. I shall consider the decline and suggestion. Before that, speak your names.”

“Li chun.”
“Li Jiao-long”

[Three years later]

It took only three years for Jiao-long to achieve and fulfilling the proper trainings needed to become a soldier. That day, he was also ranked as the superior and leader of the terracotta army. The emperor, now being the only person he trusts in the palace. Not to mention he was given day off breaks so he could visit his uncle. He longed to see his only family member, he even thought of having him be apart of the workers in the palace but he chose not to propose that idea, said this was destined for him and not an old man.

It also took him three years to find out these foreign feelings lingering about, in blitheness and triumph of his dreams that awoke him every now and then. Jiao-long felt helpless unable to express or bring up the topic towards the emperor. He looked far too exuberant with his own doings and it would cause greater suffering to see the other unsettled with his confession. It dragged further, the anchor sank deep and all he could do was observe and stand on guard for his emperor. The thorns puncture through his flesh, ichor spills but he cups them with both hands just so it does not stain the emperor’s silk woven robes. Adorned with gold, Lavender hues glint in relish the reimbursement for being selected as someone reliable.

An honor.

Albeit, as troublesome as he may be internally so the external events are uncontrollable for what another had expressed their infatuation towards him. The queen, she has been monitoring every single move and places Jiao-long was assigned to with the poor boy clueless to her feelings, casted a shadow over the mouthwatering dessert; he was not hungry you see but because of this not only was conflict from the North appeared but the maidens and mistresses inflicted rumors of the queen falling in love with the commander of the army. Likewise how the events relayed to be, reaches to the emperor’s ear and he was not ecstatic of this perfidiousness caught in the net.

That exact night, Jiao-long reluctantly allowed the royal guards to bind him against the metal pillar, ropes tightened around his wrists and mouth gagged with a wet cloth. Apart of him pondered what he did whether this was a drill of sort, another part of him questioned if this was where he ends- for having his feelings in such a secluded world.

But he was wrong.

“I gave you a new life only to have you treason against me. What loyal friend takes another fruit without a word?”

Fruit? What is he.. lavender hues narrowed before casting his gaze upon the queen. She looked blameworthy here, with how her pearly like complexion sweats, the slightest bit of lines furrowing between her brows and her lips—perturbed. What has she done? Yet everything swept by him in a blip of a moment, time— Uncle Li mentioned how time was constraint. The emperor swung his sword over the nape of his neck, body limp right in front of him. When did they- how did they even capture Uncle Li? Blood curling screams muffled from the back of his throat, it boils further in his vessels, veins popping from his forearm from the restraints- wrathful tears stream down his cheeks trying to break free from his own tied state.

No. No. NO.

He spat the cloth, enough to wriggle and save himself a few words to say.

“Stop! I had nothing to do with this, I beg of you to listen to me my lord— I!”
“Enough of your deceptions, I should have known. You had intentions of dethroning me after that don’t you?”
“No! never! my lord please hear me—“

Words could not describe his pleas, Jiao-long never begs yet the pivot tilts the fleeting glint of the titanium sword swung across his bare chest marking him then right before it plunges through his left pec. Mouth gaping wide, the agony written all over his face and then the queen spoke. All he could ever hear were the incoherent murmurs for when he was far too fixed in meeting his deceased uncle’s gaze. He looked peaceful and he wonders why.

“And you will be cursed for eternity, you will be reminisced as the villain of my story.” He thrusts the blade deeper, Jiao-long’s mouth gurgles through his maddened pleas despite being light headed from blood loss. For what his last breath could inhale, the butterfly flew from the wilting blossom and the bee dies along with.

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Li Jiao-long’s statue was created long before his gruesome demise and it was meant to be a gift from the emperor to him, as a symbolism for his loyalty and endeavor to keep not only the emperor safe but the entire kingdom as well. Abandoned in one of the oldest museums not many have realized the resemblance he beholds. Alas, being reincarnated into another man’s life, who he was before is no longer remembered as another soul to take part and fill in the gap. He had not grasped everything then, reborn into this body, a new life, a new name but his soul remains like before. A whole cycle to relive, now he stands as Byun Hyeon-jeong, an aspiring elite within the business community. With a butler and a maid he trusts, for what lies behind his business is classified. The public media is a sham resource to believe, pretentious little persona to maintain and keep the scoundrels out of his reach, an arm’s length when in need to implement his schemes.

Hyeon-jeong still retains his memories of the past and beholds an inkling trait towards those who are alike him, yes there are many more but they simply fail to recall who they really were. HE remembers all of the past events due to the curse laid upon him, the blade through his chest is a repetitive ordeal to endure.

He bears the retribution, both vindictive and personal means towards those who attempt to taint his name or bring him down. For moral acts he simply keeps the axis around, condones to his own reasonings to keep his profession alive. His own secret remains hidden from the public, fully aware how he is not entirely human but of enhanced traits only furtively known by two people within his settlement.

In present time Hyeon-jeong lives in a luxurious life, a whole mansion to himself but with the other two individuals living alongside him. Common to see him on media and advertisements, charity events along at the casino every now and then.

If you catch him on the grid, greet him a warm welcome and guess where you fall in his triangle of value.

Disclaimer ─────

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The writer is legal of age (check the age in the location) so the themes for this muse will be 18+, if you have any questions regarding these themes feel free to ask and share your trigger warnings if we are writing together. The face claim chosen for this muse is Jung Hoseok of BTS, the writer has no affiliation with BTS or the face claim chosen himself. This is all for writing purposes and entertainment.

This is a singleship (adjustable) and multiverse muse, side verses will be added in the last section of this carrd.

Reminder this is all fictional work, despite some names existing in real time they are not affiliated to the writer nor does any of the events actually occur other than the historical facts mentioned. Avoid plagiarizing. Do not mix ic and ooc. No godmodding when writing. How my muse interacts does not reflect me as the admin, all of this is for fun and entertainment.

My timezone is GMT+7, it might take some time to respond considering I have other muses but I do my best to write in return. Please do not pester me to reply to plots, or force a ship nor do FC chase, admin is still in college and unless I have not given one over 3 days you can double text. If you see me active on TL , then feel free to interact.

Talking ooc would mean I use this symbol ' ≱ ' or ‘ // ‘ , otherwise it is just Adelard talking or sharing his thoughts.

I am more comfortable in writing my plots in literate and lengthy replies, third point of view. Quite flexible when it comes to plotting, though I do prefer discussing first just to ensure there is no misunderstanding. Banters are always welcome, ranging from random to serious SLs. Please if you have means of plotting don’t just expect me to give you ideas.

credits to Sui Ishia for graphics usage

!!!WARNING!!!
The following content you are about to read contains murder, mild gore do not proceed if uncomfortable.

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PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS SIDE VERSE
(using ⋯➤ symbol)

Adelard was supposed to be the heir to his mother’s company; the Hyundai spare parts company. Although his mother often neglects him, he did not worry much for it since he has many of his maids and butlers to accompany him during his lonesome hours. HE is the boy with perfect eye sight and sky rocketing academics. The boy was thought to be a prodigy at the age of 12 when he accomplished all the extreme levels of fencing. He adores such sport and even considered about becoming a professional; he continues to train until one night. Just as he finished bathing himself, the water seemed to move on its own, he assumed that he might be in a exhausted state, waving it off but did not notice how it followed his movements.

Dressed in his comfortable sleeping wear, shutting his eyes with a sleeping mask and drifts himself into deep slumber until he realises something was wrong. His chest felt heavy, body slowly felt like it was sinking in the mattress. Awoken from a terrible nightmare Adelard coughs for air, breath hitching and threw the sleeping mask away and there he was stunned to see bubbles of water swarming around his head. His room flooded with water, all gushing out from his bathroom sink. Immediately screaming for help his mother came in; though she did not give the reaction he would expect from her. She simply told him to calm down, astonished by her words Adelard nodded obediently. In his calm state the water returns its way back into the sink, eyes wandered in disbelief with what he just saw.

So his entire life felt fabricated, his mother showed him objects she kept in memories of his father, Poseidon. Was he angered? maybe a little bit, he knows that she was a very busy woman but one mustn’t hide something that created him. It put him in such a situation where he thought, perhaps the world did not need a Adelard. Thats when Poseidon came to visit, at first his neck started to burn. A symbol marked right across his clavicle made shivers run down his spine, eyes darted towards the entrance of his room, where blue like fumes appeared through the gaps of his door and there came through a figure.

Ah his father. Greetings to POSEIDON

Abilities :

Water manipulation
Despite only recently finding out being a demi-god, he is still in training or discovering to what extent his abilities are capable of doing. He does notice that it often occurs during his unconscious state; warning if he is having a nightmare wake him up gently, or calm him.

Combat - fencing and mixed martial arts
Both activities are required since mother once told him he must not be dependent on his bodyguards or even his maids. Self defence is always needed, the world outside is more dangerous than he could ever imagine. He is capable of identifying ‘free space’ to counter attack his opponents. (the only weakness is empathy)

Weapons:

His pen
The letter X engraved on the top part, its a utility tool that can transform into everyday neccessity; from scissors to knives, screwdrivers, a flashlight, a laser, a bobby pin, a disabled tracker(to keep in check of his whereabouts). Gifted by his butler. He keeps it in his front pocket, a memory from ‘home’.

He favors earl grey tea more than anything else you could ever offer, an even better combination if paired with red velvet desserts. Perhaps he would deem you worthy of his time to speak with, he is a busy man after all.

He does social smoking and has a wall of liquor collection not for drinking (regularly drinks other than this) but just an achievement he has done over the centuries he has lived for. Yes he cannot age further than how he looks right now unless his curse is lifted shall he proceed to live a normal life. How to undo his curse? Find out maybe, if you reach that far.

He loathes the media, so many have tried to bring him down on scandals thus he had to hire mistresses and fairly a few times with men to put aside certain misleading rumors about him.

Behind the scenes of his business he provides the illegal trade of weaponry for the best of his clients, no one has found out about that due to his sky rocketing shares in his main business. This to him he considers as a side job.

Is notable around the casino not to gamble but to have certain conference in regards of the weaponry business with other affiliates. Other than that he is often invited into charity events just to keep the public eye posted of his current doings.

Has security guards all over his company building but it was just to maintain mortal means considering he is more enhanced than a regular human. With that said, Adelard has heightened sense of hearing, agility and robust defense to his physique (difficult to bruise not impossible) and he was trained to do combat at a very young age. Unable to age once he reached 25 but capable of passing away.

There is a cane he brings along with, when yielded the blade appears at the very tip, length enough for close range combat and sword fighting. Learned Southern Dragon Kung Fu, Wushu, Wing Chun, Xing Yi Quan and currently learning Capoeira and Muay Thai.

Favors in dressing himself up properly at any occasion is he ever invited to, often seen bringing in another partner could be of the mutual circle or simply a screened individual. Though make no mistake he can easily be versatile when it comes to fashion, formal or casual means.

A very modest and humble man on the outside, and rarely does he show those traits on the inside unless deemed worthy of his time, words, and existence. If he treats you poorly it is nothing special, the same goes with the rest behind the public eye.