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moon bayu,

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FAMILY NAME. 한수미.
BIRTH NAME. 문바유.

AGE, DOB.
twenty-eight. june 13.

OCCUPATION. socialite, heiress to a cosmetics empire, 선니 co.

FACE CLAIM.
soloist, 헤이즈 (전효성).

APPEARANCE. at five-foot-five, soomi stands proud before the press as
they snap photographs for the articles centered around her family. she
stands rigid, composed as the alexander wang gown cinches in her petite
waist as she showcases a close-lipped smile painted with a rose colored
lip-stain. her sky colored ringlets glistens as the flashing lights snaps
around them. flawless eyeliner, mascara and blush, bayu wishes she
could wipe the foundation from her skin and rid of herself for one night
of this high-society persona that isn't her. "fix your face. your make-up
is running," she hears her father's newest fling whisper. puzzled, bayu
lifts a finger to discover moisture seeping from her cerulean irises.

PERSONALITY
click to listen to lee hayi's breathe.

how much longer before you collapse?

bayu—or soomi as it's hard to distinguish between the two halves of a soul—is at war within this sacred vessel of a body. a fate so bizarre, a name destined to her from birth, bayu is meant to save earth and mankind. however, with such a guilty conscious plaguing her every moment her world darkens a smidgen, bayu isn't sure what her purpose truly is.

guilt meets purpose,

HYPOCRITICAL - UNFORGIVING - DECEPTIVE - REMORSEFUL - SOPHISTICATED - EMOTIONAL - ADAPTIVE - CAREFUL.

숨이 벅차올라도 괜찮아요 아무도 그댈 탓하진 않아.

han soomi has always conflicted with me,

although she was not born with a silver spoon in , soomi isn't any different from the wealthy people she's encountered over the decades. when she enters a high-class event with her elaborate, expensive gowns, perfect make-up and intricately styled chignons, you witness an heiress to a cosmetics company who knows she's above the rest. she moves with an air of regal that remains untouchable because when one has the surname han, they more than likely have a politician for a father attached to it, those who are not as blessed as she can only imagine and envy what it's like to be the han soomi. a beauty who is anything but forgettable with her impeccable manners, good nature and delicate approach to hostile subjects followed by that endearingly whimsical giggle of hers, families of chaebols can only follow soomi's every move with hope that one of their lovely sons can capture her eye. she is precise with every move she makes, her facade forever in tact as she greets each guest with a sweet simper and a bow, her father doing the same as he casts the woman a very small nod of approval.

han soomi is impressive, intelligent and everything in between.

"perhaps, you are really just a good actress," the spiteful voice reminds. "so how much longer can you pretend?"

but moon bayu is who i will always be.

an influential beauty much like her mother, the media and citizens all exclaim but deep within, moon bayu is everything unlike like the deceased woman. as guilty as she feels towards her parents, bayu cannot keep paying for her mother's (or anyone else's) sins. if anything, having to obey and bend to her family's overbearing demands has left the woman feeling resentful and loveless. how had her sweet, adoring mother survived such a toxic, structured family such as the sons? how could this world be populated by such controlling, selfish bullies like the upper-class and government officials? truthfully, the world is so ed already that the socialite no longer has empathy towards mankind. once upon a time, she truly believed in donating her wealth to lower society and people in need but she would later discover that those very same charity events hosted by those in the same class were just a poor way of flashing how much money one could donate with bragging rights for the media to write about. she wishes she could rid the earth of such vile, narcissists but wouldn't that mean ridding the world of someone like her?

a murderer. a disgusting, despicable hypocrite who kills...without ever meaning to?

"oh please," the voice scoffs as the death grip of wings constricts around her torso. "a murderer always kills with intent. it's no wonder god has cursed you as so. you're fated to protect the very people who are disgusted by your true self."

BACKGROUND

is there a god when he's cursed you like this?

a beautiful, studious woman from the city falls hopelessly in love with a kind country folk who adores her more than anything in her materialistic world. despite the displeasure from his close minded friends, they move in together, they make love and they conceive a love-child between them a few months into the their relationship and in the summer of nineteen-ninety-one, a healthy baby girl is born to the sweet couple. they name her moon bayu; a name that would become her, a destiny that would be all hers to conquer. the beauty decides to leave the riches behind to integrate into her lover's beautiful, simple world and rid herself of complications that their daughter need not to experience ever. and they live seemingly happily in each other's embraces before tragedy strikes within a couple of years.

first encounter,

fall of nineteen-ninety-five, bayu is old enough to finally attend pre-school, a concept that her father is all too against believing that she isn't quite ready but her mother is adamant; she believed bayu could reap the benefits of starting earlier. but despite wanting this for their daughter and having the ability to gain a head start on education, the beautiful woman obeys her husband's wishes and decides to home-school the child instead. while he picks up extra shifts at the locally owned market in order to support his family, she puts all her efforts into creating lessons for their baby-girl. even at such a tender age, bayu shows a thirst for knowledge and a feisty temper whenever she does not get her way. regardless, she's the apple of her parent's world.

one blistering chilly night whist bayu is in slumber, she is awaken by the voices of her mother and father, frantically arguing although with a hushed tone as one reminds the other of their sleeping daughter. the small child watches on with wide-eyes from the corner of the corridor as tears fall from her mother's eyes and her father runs his fingers messily through his tresses. late bills, pages of debt, litters the floor around them as her mother grips the telephone tightly between her hands, her begging pleas falling deaf upon her husband's stubborn ears. "just allow me to call my father and he can fix all of this," she urges, "this isn't about pride anymore, this is about bayu." but just as the urgency penetrates the tension, in a split of a second, her father's gentle hands hastily grips onto her mother's thin shoulders and the telephone falls with a clatter to the wooden floor-boards. with each forceful shake, her father's tone turns harsher and heart wrenching sobs erupt from her mother.

with apprehension running rampant through the child, a weakening sensation envelops her body before a chill engulfs her entirely; suddenly, everything blackens before her eyes as her weakened legs succumbs to the weight of her body and a scream of terror slices throughout the corridor. blurs of turkish blue, slate and onyx flood bayu's vision as a distinct gusting wind whirls around. suddenly, a shrill erupts and the imagery of blackened wings envelops the small child as if shielding her from danger, blocking the view before her. although she's rooted to the floor-boards, she isn't afraid of the wings tightening around her frail figure. cold saturates the vicinity as tingling sensations prick against the child's flesh while in the distant, screams are muffled as the oxygen constricts in the atmosphere.

"they made you this way," a voice delicately whispers to the child. "you're not like others. you kill." it adds just before the wings disappear and bayu is left gasping for oxygen before blackening out once again.

winter of two-thousand-four, bayu, only thirteen is placing roses on the beautiful woman's granite tombstone as she tucks away the loose strands behind her ears, just like her mother used to when she was a rambunctious toddler. with tears in her eyes, the teenager pulls out an aging clip of a newspaper article from her pocket, her eyes scanning the contents and grazing over the words, searching for answers to her questions as she's done plenty of times before.

almost ten years has passed since the unexplainable death that had claimed her mother's life and as for her father? he remains subjected to a coma without any sign of recovery much like a vegetable, she would gloomily thinks with each visit only to be met with a limp, sleeping frame. the night of terror that happened in october of ninety-five was a tragedy that not even the police department could solve. a "cold case", they called it and despite her parents succumbing to their injuries, bayu was found unscathed besides a scratch from the fall she had taken when she'd fainted. the icing on the cake of that eventful night was when a kind nurse had to explain to young bayu that her mother would no longer be apart of her world and that she would no longer be able to see her again, she would experience the true meaning of heartbreak. ever more, without her father by her side to soften the wound of losing a parent, she would discover abandonment, what it felt like it to be all alone in a such scary place like the world.

that is, until a brawny man in a crisp business suit appears before the tiny child, his eyes the exact shade of amber just like her mother's. regardless of never formally meeting this strangely intimidating man, bayu feels a sense of recognition wash over her just by glancing at him. and soon, bayu is released into the custody of the elderly stranger who she later learns to be is her maternal grand-father.

slowly, a decade passes and moon bayu learns to adjusts to her new life as han soomi, the hidden daughter to the heiress of sunny cosmetics, son eunbyul and politician han kangho.

at first, kangho seems a bit interested in the small child when she arrives at the property but everything really starts to fall apart when kangho doesn't even bother hiding his distaste upon learning her true identity. still, he adopts the child as his own so long as it doesn't tarnish eunbyul's reputation and bayu's forced to reside in her father's mansion. although how could one ever call it "home" when there's a stranger trying his very best to avoid you at all costs? truthfully, the disgust that kangho fails miserably at concealing is what starts to fuel bayu's displeasure with the world her mother was once apart of. the grand scheme of this glitzy life-style, the haughty, entitled people attached to it, the condescending tone and treatment of it all left such a bitter taste of resentment in bayu's mouth that it just felt all so wrong to reap the benefits from a class of people who would think her repulsive if they knew she was the product of an infidelity.

one night as the rain pelts against the window panes of her overly large room, bayu experiences a familiar sensation as her body unwillingly falls into a deep slumber among the spread of teenage vogue magazines. her body temperature depletes and then elevates to a chilling sensation as goosebumps litter her flesh and suddenly, her breathing hitches and her blackened vision explodes with hues of indigo and ebony. the sound of wind whirling intensifies and the air constricts but still, the lack of oxygen does not effect her ability to breathe as she tries to make out the images before her. an angel's feather delicately flutters before her as it lands in her outstretched palm and the voice returns, louder and much more assertive.

"how does it feel to be a murderer?" it questions. bayu remains baffled as the stinging words seeps into her. "they made you this way and how do you repay them? by taking their lives of course."

"i kill no one," bayu adamantly replies as she crushes the feather.

"i do not believe that your cheating mother and lifeless father would be pleased with your fibbing." it taunts before an eerie laugh follows, "it is why this earth shall be wiped of sinful creatures just like them."

summer of two-thousand-ten, bayu graduates from a private academy for the "elite" which is only exclusive to the children of higher society. despite wanting to attend a regular high school and live a normal life, bayu knows that it is impossible in fear that her mother's truth will come to light and unravel everything her family has worked so hard in hiding. sunny co. wasn't built in a day and to see all of her grandparents' work fall to shambles never settled quite right with her. bayu finds herself unwillingly being pushed into learning about the business by her grandfather who believes she is has it "in her" to run the company. torn between wanting a life of her own and keeping a lid on this detrimental secret as han soomi, bayu's dislike for the rich and those who control and decides for others turns into pure disdain and hatred. she'll mold herself into the perfect heiress for the public but behind the layers of foundation and salon styled tresses is a conflicted mess of a girl.

second encounter,

soon, bayu finds herself spending a week's top in paris, france as a graduation (and secretly parting) gift from her endearing father. just as much as kangho is eager to have the girl away from his home, bayu is grateful for the distance. at least in paris, she wouldn't have to walk on egg-shells and hold up the han image as strictly besides attending a few meetings in place of her grandfather, regarding sunny co. just as the last meeting comes to a close and dusk turns into night, bayu assures the others that she will return to the hotel on her own. after bidding everyone adieu, the beauty covers a few blocks before an older gentleman of asian descent approaches her. uncertain of the gentleman's native language, bayu excuses herself in french only to be blocked again.

"pardon, monsieur!" bayu blurts just when the man reaches forth and latches onto her dainty wrist. alarmed, the young woman is about to scream when he sends her warning scowl.

"hello there," he replies in perfect korean, "i've finally found you, han soomi." the stranger's gaze darkens as it travels all over her face before landing on her plump, trembling lips, "your daddy would surely pay a pretty penny to have you alive, now won't he?"

"just let me go, dammit," she hisses while attempting to break free but when her strength fails her for the umpteenth time, a familiar fatigue creeps into her body. "you will regret it. don't say i didn't warn you."

the air is suffocating as gusts of wind expands and constricts around them, leaving bayu weak but free and the strange man stunned as he stumbles backwards and away. locking gazes with the terrifying man, bayu's heart erratically races as she hurls all her rage at him. in an instant, she witnesses the man's legs weaken and his body collapse to the concrete beneath and without as much as a sound from his lips, the man is pale and no longer breathing. the harsh winds halt and bayu's breathing returns to normal as tears escape her. confused and afraid of what would happen if anyone were to walk by at this instant, bayu hastily composes herself and dashes to the hotel without ever looking back.

third encounter,

spring of two-thousand-nineteen, bayu is pressured to date a wealthy, young business-man that her father finds accommodating after knowing the guy's parents through business ventures. although, bayu has no interest in love or marriage, she isn't able to bring herself to reject the poor guy. besides, jaehwa seems just as indifferent about her and just allows the families to dictate their relationship and control it in the way they see fit. the dates are all orchestrated and planned in advance, the two never asked for their input. a contractual "relationship" was turning into a potential marriage proposal which made bayu all the more befuddled. that is, until she's attending a dinner with both families that they decide a date for a wedding that was never discussed. apparently, the families had already set aside a lump sum of cash to pay all the publications to release articles regarding the now engaged couple the very next day. completely befuddled, bayu casts a glance towards jaehwa who remains stoic while chewing on his medium rare steak. oxygen seems limited as the woman desperately tries to inhale all while fuming with rage. slamming down the cutlery, she continues to mull over the discussion regarding her future when suddenly, jaehwa's mother leaps up in shock to attend to her husband's choking.

"i can't breathe," the aggravating man gasps through every breath he's barely managing through. interestingly enough, jaehwa remains unaffected by it all as he continues to chew through his seemingly delicious steak. bayu on the other hand is barely containing her fury when suddenly, fingers grip onto her upper thigh and she's met with a accusatory glare, altogether.

jaehwa's lips turn upwards at the corners though the simper does not reach his eyes. she flinches just as his nails lightly graze her flesh before the pads of his fingers begin to draw tantalizing circles. she remains paralyzed once he presses his lips to her ear, his voice taking on a seductively teasing tone while his breath fans against her ear, "now, now, moon bayu. you can't have another murder on your hands, now can you?" he snickers before pressing a light kiss to her neck, "although i'm sure it'll be incredibly y to watch you furious, darling."

startled by the usage of her birth name, bayu's concentration on the older man breaks and gasps of relief can be heard around the table and jaehwa's mother starts to thank god above for sparing her husband's life. jaehwa on the other hand, untangles himself from bayu and places his attention back on the steak all the while, leaving his hand to remain on her thigh.

"you'll be mine, whether you like it or not." jaehwa promises under his breath just loud enough for bayu to hear and ignores her when she excuses herself from the dinner table to run off to who knows where.

she almost had a fourth victim that night.

bayu's dreams,

the voice that is prominent throughout bayu's life after the trauma of losing her mother is linked directly to the dreams that give her odd hints regarding her ability. this voice serves as her conscience and the way she processes her emotions regarding this unique ability of hers. if only she can learn to conquer rather then be afraid of the potential she possesses with this new found gift.
wings and fluttering feathers represents air. the way the wings wrap around her body as a form of protection or even suffocation represents the feeling of being trapped because bayu isn't allowed to decide if she wants this ability or not, she's forced to accept it. the coloring (black) of the wings or feathers represents the "evil" parts of herself, the part that murders and takes lives, the real moon bayu.

RELATIONSHIPS

adding more characters soon.

이연석, lee yeonseok.
FACE CLAIM. hotshot/jbj's 노태현.
AGE, DOB. twenty-five, 1994.
she's taken aback when a short, weird guy who is out of breath approaches her at a high-ranking event and then easily drags her into a dim corridor while others gawk on in surprise. after ensuring that they're alone, he warns her to be careful and that she should lay low for a while. bayu's all the more confused when the stranger promises that he'll be in contact but first, there are others he must find. "you had dreams," he accuses, not really asking, just assuming. "people think i'm crazy—that i'm a liar but you know i'm not. i'm not like the others and you're not either. we may be strangers but you've got to trust me, moon bayu." he adds just before darting down the corridor and off to the grand stair-case of the hwang's french inspired mansion. and truthfully, bayu felt instant relief at the strange guy's words.

심권수, shim kwonsoo.
FACE CLAIM. seventeen's 전원우.
AGE, DOB. twenty-five, 1994.
click for profile.
traits x x x
they meet through bayu's engagement to jaehwa only to find out that he's her fiancé's childhood best-friend turned business partner. immediately, the two of them hit it off despite kwonsoo's apparent dislike towards the rich society and rightfully, their common ground. it's even more astounding that bayu has adopted kwonsoo as her confidant as he's always the first one she reaches out to. surprisingly, jaehwa doesn't seem to mind their friendship and even if he did, bayu would tell him to get over himself. besides, no one knows of bayu's true identity except for kwonsoo and she knows his deep, dark secrets as well. there's no one else she trusts more than shim kwonsoo himself.

오재화, oh jaehwa.
FACE CLAIM. seventeen's 김민규.
AGE, DOB. twenty-five, 1994.

traits x x x
they share their first, real conversation the night at the restaurant when their family's decide their engagement although it's never really pushed through after mr. oh's near-death experience. jaehwa knows that bayu's the cause of it all but doesn't have proof nor can he explain how. bayu on the other hand is extremely suspicious of her fiancé despite being ually attracted to him. their chemistry in the bedroom could be just what the uptight beauty needs but her intuition is warning her to be careful. jaehwa's able to hide his emotions just as she is able to hide her identity which makes them similar but there's just something about jaehwa that is telling her to run.

those who are mentioned in background but are no longer or not as relative..

손은별, son eunbyul. 문섬, moon seom.
AGE, DOB. deceased at 27, b. february 14, 1964 d. oct. 23, 1995.
deceased at 57 years old b. may 3, 1960 d.april 2, 2017.
STUDIOUS - INTELLIGENT - KIND - LOVING - GENTLE - TIMID.

the brains behind sunny cosmetics eunbyul felt trapped by her family and heiress title. things take a much hectic turn when she is arranged to marry a politician for more publicity and to increase their own money. despite her opposition, the marriage manages to take place however, a few months later, eunbyul crosses paths with moon seom at a charity event in which he is helping out a dear friend of his. they fall deeply in love with the one another and spend many frequent nights together at his residence in the country and unsurprisingly, she ends up with child. with said turn of events, eunbyul eventually runs away from her life as sunny co's heiress and politician han kangho's wife to take residence in seom's home-town where no one seems to recognize her due to her adoptive homely appearance.

한강호, han kangho. 손은길, son eungil.
BUSINESS SAVVY - INTELLIGENT - CALCULATING - CAREER ORIENTED - SERIOUS - DISTANT - SELFISH.

they're the definition of a contractual union although secretly, kangho has a love for eunbyul even after deceiving him and having a child out of wedlock. it's just a shame that every time he looks at bayu, he's reminded of eunbyul and all the more, he just wants to keep his distant even if they have to put on airs as if she's his own. son eungil loved his daughter in the most controlling of ways and always thought he could plan out her future more efficiently than allowing her to make choices of her own. too bad his grand plan backfired and she ended up leaving home anyway, just to live as a poor country girl. the only thing eungil's grateful for despite his daughter's infidelity is his granddaughter. soomi is the name who chooses (name-sake after his deceased wife, na sumi) as soon as his eyes land on her at the hospital, however all the medical records read bayu instead in order to not strip her identity completely.

POWER. aerotelekinesis with a heavy emphasis on death air manipulation.

ALTERNATE. fire generation (slight emphasis on fire augmentation).

DESCRIPTION.

her abilities are solely controlled and manipulated through emotions; add in a crippling fear mixed with inexperience and you've got yourself a dangerous formula in relation to a highly probable chance of diminishing the oxygen from the object of concentration. especially when triggered by said emotions whether stress, fear, distractions or even lack of confidence and willpower, it can lead disaster. furthermore, one should be afraid if she's not able to maintain control under dire circumstances and with emotions overpowering her, it can end catastrophic for all in the vicinity including herself.

this is prominent in the year of 1995,
while witnessing a heated argument
between her parents over finances; the fear and anxiety that she experiences
causes the young child to faint as her
ability awakens. the aftermath kills her mother and injures her father into a comatose state before ultimately removing him from medical support in 2017.

constant nightmares at her darkest moments, reminds her of the tragedy and puts her at fault each time. although she has no recollection of the night it all happened, subconsciously, she knows she's to blame—that truthfully, she's their killer. therefore, bayu never takes the time to explore her ability as she fears the outcome of others' lives taken at her expense.

whenever bayu is a frantic state of mind is when her ability surfaces and a sudden exhaustion consumes her body before a calming cold-front follows. the "chilling" sensation serves as a warning or indication that the ability has been "activated" thereafter, oxygen levels begin to deplete among those that are being targeted. she is able to generate and control her power so long as she's calm and concentrated. it is extremely difficult to track any of her attacks but if you watch bayu carefully, you can estimate the timing of her attacks just by the way her eyes lighten to distinct shade of cerulean before returning to amber.

she is able to remain completely still while manipulating her surroundings so long as her eyes on locked on said subject. she is nothing like the cartoon depicted avatar aang who has to move in the direction of the wind. she can control some elemental aspects (i.e. wind, breeze) though her powers are more centered around controlling a subject's breathing. ironically, she could be seen in resemblance to the grim reaper himself as she can suffocate a person until their very last breath.

TRIVIA.

☁️ bayu literally means "air" in indonesian and it's a boy's name. but hansumi in korean means "breathe".
☁️ she comes to the conclusion that she killed her parents and feels obligated to repay them by keeping up the "rich daughter of a politician" charade.

☁️ bayu wanted to major in music in college but was instructed to apply for business instead.

☁️ she hates the whole "han soomi" persona but reaps the benefits, anyway.

☁️ has never been in love.
☁️jaehwa really bothers her (and it makes sense when she discovers that he's apart of the stars of heaven bull).
☁️she's literally torn about being a star of earth and feels as if the god she claims to believe in, is punishing her.

☁️bayu or soomi is always dressed elegantly.

☁️she owns the latest models of technology and assets.
☁️ her father, han kangho is by far a well-liked and perceived politician despite lacking empathy to those close to him.
☁️bayu and kangho keep their distance from one another except at public events.
☁️ kangho and eunbyul's father disliked her birth-name and constructed the identity han soomi instead.
☁️on important paperwork, bayu signs her birth-name but on documents visible to the public, she signs her "stage name".

☁️ bayu is a christian teetering on being a full fledge atheist due to the tragedy.

QUESTIONS.

How does your character feel about their destiny? "i was chosen to protect those who would ostracize me if only they knew who i truly am. how deliciously ironic, dare i say?"

Do they believe in fighting for the world or against it? "part of me wishes i could lie and say that i'm all for this 'save the world' crap but i have a personal vendetta. it is disgusting for god to allow such dangerous beings to destroy earth. how can humans continue to worship a deity who would rather see them dead than alive? in truth, i may not be totally fighting for the world but i sure as hell don't mind going against god and his pathetic entourage."

What price would they be willing to pay to achieve their goals? "i am hiding behind a mask that was crafted for me to wear since losing my parents. i have absolutely nothing else to lose. if i have to rid myself of this life i've grown accustomed to, i will even if it means dying as moon bayu too."

FINAL THOUGHTS.

Would you be okay with your character dying during the course of the story? well , if it's meant for her to go, it's meant for her to go, really.

Questions? 미안해. why the hell did i write soooo much? do you want to kill me for leaving the love section open? do we need love interest closure? lmao.

Password? the song linked above is one i discovered out of the blue, isn't it befitting and pretty? and then here's her feelings towards her lover which you still have to choose: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xStlRYcFXDg

Scene Requests? 1. i volunteer bayu as tribute, meaning, she can be the very first person they discover is a star of earth besides yeonseok. besides, with her brief encounter with her strange and forced engagement to jaehwa, i think it's really hard to miss her now.

2. , chemistry vs. personable connection. that's the dynamic between her, jaehwa and yeonseok. which one are we loving?

3. i want a star of heaven to hate bayu passionately. preferably a girl with slight insecurity issues cause , look at bayu lmao. maybe the star of heaven secretly believes bayu is stronger and assumes she's highly capable when truthfully, bayu is a wuss regarding her own damned ability.

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