ETHNICITY full korean 
FACECLAIM esteem model 정호연
BACK UP esteem model 김진경
AGE 23 years old

NICKNAMES 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES
 

RESIDENCE moscow, russia
PERIOD OF TIME 3005

after world war iii, russia and the united states had descended, once again, into a cold war. whilst there was currently no huge world events to be spoken of, the tension was clear. south korea and north korea are ruled under one nation and are both under the control of russia. 

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

BACKGROUND 

i.
as one being is brought to life, another flatlines. when sang was born, her mother died. it was expected, though. they discovered poison in her blood; the concentration rose month by month, and by the time she reached the due date her pallor was grey. she was killing her mother from the inside out. they discovered that with the unnatural liquid movements in her stomach, as well as her deteriorating health, her daughter possessed an extraordinary abnormality that allowed her the ability to manipulate blood. additionally, the blood that ran her veins were poison. her mother's organs were decaying. there wasn't much time left. it was only a miracle that sang was able to be born healthy. only at the cost of her mother's life. 

ii.
sang lived with her father. or, well, followed him around as he travelled different continents for his work within the military. for as long as possible, her father was to keep the information about her powers, a secret. it really didn't last long, unfortunately, as things like this... is really inevitable. 

iii. 
sang led a complicated life. and it wasn't that she was unhappy (or maybe she was, it was all a stagnant feeling, really) but she was always searching for more. always seeking for something to get the blood pumping. at the age of four, was when she first had a glimpse into the strange characteristic her blood possessed. it was so innocent, and barely the beginning of discovering the true potential of her abilities. four-year-old sang was climbing a tree, outside the office of her father's job. all is well, and fine, until she falls. it's nothing dramatic, maybe a little over a meter at most. but it presents her with a wound — a graze over her left knee and another graze along the side of her forearm. in panic, she rushes over to her father, in which his eyes widen, disbelief coloured his palette. he drags her into another room, slips on blue latex gloves, a snap at the wrist to ensure tightness. he peels a bandaid back, sits her down, and sprays a disinfectant. the tremble of his fingers leads to his downfall, as he touches her exposed blood. the glove, it melts instantly, like acid. 

"papa... what was that?" sang's curious, she piques, and she throws question after question at the sight that had unveiled before her. 

"it's nothing, sangie, stay put for a second." 

and he continues to bandage her up with utmost care, to ensure a leakage wouldn't be at hand. once he sends her off on her own once more, he looks at the hole in the glove, and his skin, right under. a slight reddish purple welt had formed. he's unsure of the actual potential of her abilities, but if this was it's extent at just four years old, he had some explaining to do. 

iv. 
whilst growing up, to avoid any sort of bloodshed that might end in absolute catastrophe, sang's father had told her that she had a blood-clotting disorder, haemophilia. this, essentially would mean that if blood was shed, bleeding would be hard to cease (blood would not clot), and could lead to worsened circumstances. other instances of the disorder may lead to easy bruising, and increased internal bleeding. as a result of this, sang was constantly on the watch by her teachers in elementary school and middle school. any bloodshed would equal an immediate call to her father and an instantaneous off the premise, and to the closest medical facility. sang sat out for a lot of sports. she didn't have many friends, and often became the subject of bullying. she became reclusive, despite her lively nature. she tends to recall her middle school years to be the worst years of her life. 

v.
after a particularly rough night arguing with her father, sang had come to school in the morning, absolutely ready to leave as soon as she stepped through the doors. often times, sang would come in a little later when the classes had gym in the morning, since she had to sit out most of the time anyway. however, her father was busy, and her carer was out of town, so school it was. 

comments were made instantly. and it really wouldn't have been a problem, sang had become accustomed to it. however, that day... was just not a great day. 

"what is sang doing here? she can't even do anything. what a strange person. i bet her daddy is just afraid of her losing, and crying. what a fragile person."  

and those comments, they really did it. she turns around to face the source of the sound, fists clenched tight.

"what did you say?" sang retorts, she's sure of what she heard, but she was confirming the malicious words directed toward her. 

"your fragile. what? it's true." the girl responds, at her teeth as she flips her hair to return to her conversation with her friend, not bothering with sang's presence.  

"i am not fragile!" 

she tightens the grip of her fist, she can feel the nails digging deeper into her skin as the rage fills her to her brim, running over. she watches the girl in front of her drop to her knees, a shrill scream escaping from her lips as her hands reach up to grasp at the strands of her hair, her eyes pressed tight. "what is that?! my head, it feels like it's about to explode?! what the are you doing to me, sang?!" 

sang's eyes widen, as she witnesses the scene unfolding before her, a small crowd forming around the pair. her fist loosens, and droplets of blood drip from her fingertips, forming small decorations on the linoleum floor. her nails had dug in so far to her own hands, all she saw were crescent moon scars on her palms as she stared... back and forth between the girl, and her own, bloody hands. as she was staring at her palms, it seems like the pain had subsided from the girl before her, as she was wiping away tears from her eyes, a heaved breathing as she tried to regain normalcy.

"what... is going on...?" sang whispers to herself, as she sees the blood on her blouse, melting the fabric. she quickly looks down to the floor, in which she sees no damage, and sighs... slightly relieved. 

it takes a second, however, sang comes to her senses and runs, leaving the scene of the crime to grab some bandages in an enclosed room and to call her father. she isn't aware of what happened, or how her blood melted her shirt, she was just in utter mental chaos as she thought about her haemophilia. 

vi. 
soon after that incident, after talking to the principal, transferring schools and settling down from the chaos, sang's father finally thought it was time to let her know. he thought, maybe if she knew about it all, she would be able to control it more. be weary of it. and so he told her everything, from how she killed her own mother, and how she toyed with that girls blood in her head, and how her blood might have poisonous properties. all of it. 

vii.
at twenty years old, about a decade after learning of her abilities, sang now works for the russian military; mainly within healing and blood health consultations. from many of the soldiers, had she become known as the red witch. at this point, sang's father had passed away from pancreatic cancer, and the military was desperately asking for sang to step-up, and take his position. she's been contemplating the offer, however, it is not particularly something that was previously in her horizons. nor is it something she thinks she'd find herself enjoying.

viii. 
sang had heard about hell's heroes. she thought it was some fantasy, mystical mumbo-jumbo, and whilst interested, she was never interested enough to pitch in about her own powers. however, upon being utterly unprecendentedly teleported to deumdo, some things changed. 

"okay, what the what happened to my office? i know it was a hole but this actually looks like hell." sang's facing some sort of field that looks like a cemetery to top all horror movies, before she turns around to see a blond-haired boy. 

"change of plans. welcome to hell. some people call it demundo. i'm haneul." 

"oh man, i wasn't supposed to be here for another sixty years! what the hell, haneul!" sang quickly spits back, it's a nice combination of sarcasm and a defense mechanism of humor as she tries to take in the surroundings. 

"follow me." 

he wordlessly walks away, toward a building that doesn't really look like a place someone should be entering. but the further he goes, and the more he doesn't turn back to check, sang's interest heightens. so she quickly stumbles her way over behind him.

she finds herself in a building with far more people that she had expected, a small crowd formed around something in the far corner that haneul had quickly joined. sang makes her way over, unsure of what to expect. what was this fresh hell? what was she doing there? as soon as she joins the weird circle, she sees a man cramped on a tarp, his leg convulsed up toward his torso as he bites into a rag to muffle his groans of pain. 

"what type of cult is this?" sang pitches, her untimely humor peaking. 

"you're hilarious. heal him. you're the red witch, right?" someone from the left speaks, and her line of sight immediately flits over to try and get a feel of the situation that was unfolding before her. 

"i.. am... the red... witch... i suppose..." she agrees, finding it a bit strange to refer to herself by the notorious title. 

"great, welcome to hell's heroes. heal him." 

"what's wrong with him?"

"no ing clue, heal him."

"say 'heal him' one more time and i'll heal your ing neck into the ground."  

"sassy." 

vix. 
sang had never intended to stay in demundo, or around that weird cult of people, however, after joking and saying that 'after five healings, the sixth one is free' — sang found herself around the group more and more often. soon enough, among contemplation of taking over her father's position in the russian military and joining hell's heroes... the latter sounded much more exciting. especially since they really didn't know just how much she was capable of. 

SUPERNATURAL POWER 

BLOOD MANIPULATION / BLOOD POISON
(WATER MANIPULATION / HYDROKINESIS.)

MANIPULATION ✧ the ability to manipulate blood — to move it from one place to another, and to move specific substances within the blood out. this can take place both in the body, and out. blood manipulation within the body can mean that sang can control the body of the victim on her own, or, she can centre the blood all to one place (usually the brain) to create violent pain. she uses this, and her studies within toxins and poisons, to heal. she will remove the toxic components within the blood (it can be an external toxin that is life-threatening or even something as simple as removing excess histamine to calm down allergic reactions) and this can be done through the mouth, or if there is an open wound, she will remove the blood from the wound. the ability of blood manipulation isn't completely life-threatening, but is more of something that might be able to let your comrades flee, or to buy time. it's also a great interrogation tactic. this, also, is very stamina consuming — sang can only hold it for a maximum of six minutes. however, the blood manipulation tactic in which to center all the blood to the brain may very well be life-threatening, and can kill within minutes. sang refrains from doing this. her main use of this power is to heal. 

POISON ✧ the poison portion of her power is much weaker, as she has aged, the levels have lessened. when she was younger (i.e. a fetus), her blood was much more potent, with the ability to melt through clothing items or cause irreversible paralysis. however, at her current age, the blood does not do any outward harm unless it touches exposed blood/flesh. that way, it can cause paralysis for a given amount of time (the more blood poison, the longer the paralysis). when sang wants to use this ability, she'll keep a vile of her own blood on her body, and a small knife. this requires close-contact encounters and incredible agility. she'll lace the blood, slice, and leave. she's currently been training with swords, thinking of lacing her swords with poison. 

TRIVIA

TRAVELLER ✧ with sang's unsystematic and independent nature, she's got some wanderlust. it's not limited to just travelling to countries (in which she has been to many) but also alternative timelines. she quite adores going back into the past, and putting herself into that weird space of technology. 

MUSIC ✧ adores music. might contribute to her inattentive nature, because there probably won't be a time where you'll catch sang with her noise-cancelling earphones shoved into her ears. she loves a plethora of genres, varying from rock, pop to electronic. her favourite, however, is classic rock, which for her time, is about from the 1990's to 2015. 

MORAL COMPASS ✧ sang's moral compass is a little... askew. chaotic neutral, she doesn't care about anyone else but herself and the people she loves (in which, is very minimal, as both her parents are dead and she has a hard time establishing connections). she'll do things for her personal gain, even if it's a bit morally questionable. sang will also hold grudges forever. even for the smallest things. that being said, never ask her to kill an animal. she loves all sorts of animals. 

FACIALS ✧ sang's facial expressions are amazing. she's an expressive person. even if she's not saying anything, her face might as well just tell it all. especially when she's caught off guard. an open book, really. 

UALITY ✧ completely and utterly panual. sang has never looked at gender when finding someone attractive, her attraction forms regardless of the gender. sang is also rather promiscuous, she isn't completely against one night stands or physical lovers. it's all fun and games anyway, as long as feelings don't get involved. 

CHILDLIKE ✧ despite being somewhat mature, sang loves all the little childish things in life. bounce houses? candy stores? build-a-bear? disneyland? sang loves them. she loves all the little accessories for phones and keys and all too. kakaotalk's ryan is her absolute favourite character. catch her with a ryan phone case, and ryan earrings, and ryan stickers on her medical tools.