Seo Jihwan

Basic Information

• Name: Seo Jihwan (서지환)

• Age: Appears in his late 20s, but has lived for centuries.

• Height: 196 cm (6'5")

• Build: Extremely well-built, broad shoulders, defined muscles—his physique is a relic of a time when strength meant survival.

• Hair: Long, deep red, often tied back loosely, though strands always fall over his sharp features.

• Eyes: A haunting blend of yellow and hazel, glowing slightly in the dark.

• Skin: Pale, almost porcelain, smooth but marked with faint scars from a past long forgotten by humans.

• Teeth: Razor-sharp fangs, just barely noticeable when he speaks, more apparent when he smiles (which isn’t often).

• Nails: Always painted black, neatly maintained, adding an eerie contrast to his pale hands.

Personality & Lifestyle

• Demeanor: Reserved, methodical, and eerily calm. He carries an air of timeless patience, as if he’s seen and outlived too much to be surprised by anything.

• Speech: Low, smooth, deliberate—he never raises his voice, yet people always listen when he speaks.

• Occupation: Works as an accountant, of all things. The job is dull, quiet, and structured—exactly how he likes it. Numbers don’t ask questions, and spreadsheets don’t pry into his past.

• Living Situation: Still resides in a traditional Korean hanok, hidden deep within the outskirts of modern Seoul. The home is an eerie contrast to the city—wooden pillars, paper windows, and dim lanterns casting long shadows at night. Time stands still there.

• Daily Routine: Lives an almost painfully quiet life. Works, returns home, drinks blood from carefully stored reserves, and spends hours sitting on his wooden porch, listening to the wind rustling through the trees.

Abilities & Weaknesses

• Strength: Physically imposing, his strength is effortless—he could snap a person in half without trying, but violence bores him now.

• Speed: Moves with unnatural grace and silence, barely disturbing the air around him.

• Endurance: Barely needs sleep, hardly ever fatigued.

• Weaknesses: The scent of certain herbs (like mugwort) makes his head spin, and he avoids heavily crowded places—the mix of human emotions and blood is overwhelming.

Relationships & Social Life

• Romance: Has lived too long to be easily swayed by fleeting affection, but deep down, the idea of connection lingers like a forgotten dream. He would never admit it.

• Friends: Keeps very few. Most who get close either leave, grow old, or die—so what’s the point?

• Colleagues: At work, he’s the quiet, intimidating accountant in the corner who never joins office outings and has a stare that makes people uncomfortable.

Miscellaneous Facts

• Drinks blood from wine glasses—not because he needs to, but because he enjoys the aesthetic of it.

• Has an old haori from a past life in Japan, tucked away in a chest, never worn but never discarded.

• Rarely smiles, but when he does, it’s either unsettling or breathtaking.

• Still follows some old customs, like bowing slightly when greeting someone, even if they don’t understand why.

• Owns a black cat that just showed up one day and never left. It sleeps on his porch, staring at him like it knows his secrets.