CHOI, Nyong

[Nyong Choi]

NY O N G CHOI!



be careful making wishes in the dark ,

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d a r k, c a n 't b e s u r e w h e n t h e y 'v e h i t t h e i r m a r k, m a r k. a n d b e s i d e s i n t h e
mean, mean time i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart. i'm in the de-details with the devil[/color][/font]

Full Name:

[/color] Nyong Choi
Nicknames:Nyo, Onga, Hyeong, often just by his last name.
Age: 17
Birthdate: June 12th
Sexuality: Demisexual
Gender: Male
Problem: Antisocial/Other? Classified as Dissocial, I’m not sure where he’d be put- even the doctors had trouble. Have at it.
Grade: 11th
Clique(s): Nerd, Loner
Classes:

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so now the world can never get me ?[/i][/color][/size][/font]
o n m y l e v e l. i j u s t g o t t o g e t y o u o u t o f t h e c a g e. i 'm a y o u n g l o v e r 's r a g e
gonna need a spark to ignite. my songs know what you did in the dark. so light 'em up, up,[/color][/font]

Height:

[/color] 5’11”
Weight: 147 pounds
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown/black
Notable Features: Nyong is fairly nondescript, the only real notable feature is the amount of scars on his hands. Lining up in perfectly straight rows along his fingers and the back of his hands are tiny razor-blade scars, more on his right than his left. Play-By: Kang Dongwon
General Description:Nyong isn’t what you’d expect to see skulking around the halls of St.Helena’s; the boy seems to be nothing special at all. He keeps his hair on the short side, but doesn’t pay a terrible amount of attention to it, only going for a cut once it’s reaching his collar and driving him nuts- he can’t stand it if he looks too messy. His generally neat appearance is probably one of the more notable things, really, and even that tends to slip by people.

Nyo has pale skin, dark eyes and dark hair, owing to his Asian heritage- though he gets his height from elsewhere in the family, his father only being half-Korean. His clothing style isn’t anything special- if it’s clean and it fits properly, he’ll probably put it on. He does tend toward muted colours, not really caring so much about anything like style or favourites. Button-ups over T-shirts and jeans are probably the most common apparel.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


up light 'em up up up. light 'em up ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
u p, u p. i ' m o n f i r e. s o l i g h t 'e m u p, u p, u p. l i g h t 'e m u p, u p, u p. l i g h t 'e m u p, u p,
up. i'm on fire. in the dark, dark. in the dark, dark. all the writers keep writing[/color][/font]

Likes:

[/color] Biology, Green Tea, The sight of blood, causing physical pain in others, neatness, dissections, cold weather, and when people read to him.
Dislikes: Things being out of order, being told what to do, being defied, getting blood on his clothes, coffee, sick people, and ants.
Strengths: Eidetic memory, Does not anger easily, logical.
Weaknesses: Can get carried away, gets too attached, ridiculously bad eyesight without glasses/contacts.
Fears: His older brother dying, ending up in a real asylum.
Disorders: Dissocial Personality Disorder, Sadistic Personality Disorder [comorbid], Obsessive Compulsive Disorder [Comorbid], Intermittent insomnia [side effect of DPD’s low serotonin levels].
General Description: Nyong tends to view the general populace a means to an explanation. He knows himself to have less emotion than most people around him, and seems to view emotional situations as something happening completely outside of himself- even when directly involved. When he does develop an emotional tie, however, it is seemingly more intense to him than what he observes to be normal for other people. Thus, he tends to come at the idea as he does all others; with a heavy dose of logic. He studies people and their connections, having realized that to play on an emotional relationship to a person is the best way to get what you want. He works hard to emulate these bonds- but sometimes actually develops one in the process.

For him, it’s all or nothing, however. When Nyo develops an emotional connection, it’s deep and intense or not truly there at all. This causes Doctors to have a bit of trouble placing him; most of his bahaviour sets him at dissocial. Not concerned for the general feelings of others, no guilt for his wronging them,and usually a simple rationalization for whatever he’s done. Yet his tendency to single out one person or another and set a bond with them falls outside this norm for the disorder. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]


what they write, write. somewhere ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
a n o t h er p r e t t y v e i n j u s t d i e d. i 'v e g o t t h e s c a r s f r o m t o m o r r o w a n d, i
wish you could see, see that you’re the antidote to everything except for me, me[/color][/font]

Mother:

[/color] Jae Hwa [Kim] Choi
Father: Nathaniel Choi
Siblings: Jakyung Choi, Jae-Dae Choi.
Pets: None
Other: None.
History:
Nathaniel Choi was born to one American parent and one Korean, the two having met while his mother was travelling with his grandfather, a military man stationed in North Korea. They eventually managed to end up back in the states, where Nathaniel spent up to his midteens- with yearly trips back to his father’s native home. While they were there on one trip, however, their family got stuck in a lockdown under the country’s recent and strict new policies on foreign travel and was unable to return. They eventually came to terms with it, settling in, with Nathaniel even falling for a girl named Jae Hwa. They married, having their first son, Jakyung, within a year.

The family lived happily for four years before Jae Hwa was with child again, before producing their second son- Nyong. He was a strange child to them, nothing like their oldest. He did not cry aside physical pain, and then rarely, eventually tapering off to nothing at all. He had no interest in other children, their games, or toys. By the time he was two he seemed to do nothing but follow Jakyung around, and would become upset and attempt to injure those who tried to separate them. His older brother wasn’t the healthiest child, and this would happen every so often simply to keep him from catching anything. This same year, his mother found out she was to have a third child- and the family started filling out all the necessary forms and setting up the interviews to leave the country. They’d grown unsettled with the government, and with another baby on the way they’d gotten the push they needed- what a horror to have their children grow up under the strict laws they’d had to deal with.

When Nyong was four, they finally got approved. After two long years of waiting, applying, and interviewing the Choi family was finally able to make the move. Thus, Jae Hwa, Nathaniel, Jakyung, Nyong and their newest addition, Jae-Dae, ended up in Northern California. Things seemed fine- for the most part. Jakyung was getting sicker more frequently and for longer periods, eventually taking up homeschooling just to pass. Nyong had become even more obsessed with the older boy, rarely sleeping in his own room and often hurting Jae-Dae if he should try to interfere with their play.

Then came Kindergarten, and the first day was a catastrophe. Sending Nyong to school seemed fine in the beginning- he didn’t want to be separated from Jakyung, but his parents tried to entice him with the idea of all the new friends he was going to make. The five-year-old was disinterested as ever, but realized he was at a disadvantage. After all, the rules of your parents are law at that age. However, they got a call halfway through the day that Nyong had caused another boy to break his arm, pushing him from the top of the jungle-gym. They asked him why, and he made no excuse- the other boy had pushed him down the slide when he didn’t want to play, so he pushed him when he didn’t want it. Fair is fair, isn’t it?

There was a string of similar incidents throughout the year, and eventually Nyong had to be expelled from the school- they just didn’t know what to do. They hated to excommunicate a child from their ranks so young, but he was a danger to the others. Aside these incidents he was a great student- quiet, diligent, picked things up quickly, but they just couldn’t keep him around. He got what he’d wanted, though; to finish out the year at home, doing school with Jakyung. The boy even jumped ahead, starting on the second grade material by the time he was six. However, that was also the year that Jakyung moved into the hospital- what they’d been interpreting as a bad tolerance for germs turned out to be an immunodeficiency, which had grown worse over time. He couldn’t live at home until it was all sorted out.

Nyong seemed to shut down, after that. He became colder than he’d ever been, not even bothering to feign any sort of connection with his family. It went on for months this way, the boy continuing his studies and closing himself off- then Jakyung came home again, and he brightened instantly. There were periods like this for the next several years, their eldest son in-and-out of the hospital, Nyong in-and-out of being connected to anybody at all; Jae-Dae in-and-out of abuse, as the middle child would take any interaction from him as an attempt to replace Jakyung and punish him for the discretion. His parents thought nothing of it, knowing no other children to base an example. Nyong was just being rough, all siblings were like that to the younger ones, and Jae-Dae had always been a cryer.

Two crucial events struck in the same moment; Jakyung got a full scholarship, setting off for college in another state. Nyong was to enter highschool, almost two years early, his parents deciding to try once more and integrate him with the general populace. The boy was in shut-down again as he fell into the world of public school, and mostly was given a wide berth- a couple of the students remembered him from their sibling’s classes, and rumours tend to circulate.Left mostly to his own devices, Nyo would observe from an outside standpoint the emotion-washed crowd of adolescents he was meant to associate with daily- it fascinated him. He studied their connections, what certain plays on certain pieces of their relationships accomplished. To him, it was like studying a whole new language. It was fascinating.

Then came that day his freshman year when another boy decided to make a target of him in a gym-class soccer game. He would repeatedly kick the ball at Nyong, disregarding the goal entirely, or even his own team, trying to hurt him. After all, he was younger than anyone else in their class, and didn’t seem all that threatening- there had been no incidents since the beginning of the school year, so nobody believed the rumours. For his part, the teenager did nothing, seeming less-than concerned with the older boy’s bullying. It wasn’t until later, in the locker room, that things escalated. He managed to calmly knock the boy down in the shower, slamming his face into the adjacent wall and busting a couple teeth. Nobody saw anything, of course; he’d only slipped, Nyo had been there to help, hearing the noise. After all, the other teenager’s sobbing from the pain of his newly cracked and broken teeth was loud enough.

That was the first time Nyong ever associated pain with emotion.

Nyo had never connected them previously, the two things never touching within his own compartmentalized mind. That they would be so tightly interlaced in other people was a whole new idea, and an interesting one at that- he decided to experiment. Testing the waters with his observed idea of emotions, he attempted to befriend others. It was strange at first, but he got the hang of manipulating other people within a couple months, even making a few friends- and singling out Zephaniah Zeller. He enjoyed the boy’s company above that of the others, and could feel a real connection with him- he was only a year older than himself, smart, and didn’t seem to mind any of the awkward loose ends of Nyong’s feigned emotions. They became close, even romantic.

Having observed Romantic relationships to be of the deepest importance, Nyo felt that this meant Zii was his. The other boy had little self esteem to begin with, but Nyong completely crushed him with his words, making him feel completely worthless- he exploited his previous feelings on his looks, his familial situations, his grades, everything. There was a considerable rush every single time, a true flare of emotion within him- not regret, though. Excitement. That someone who knew so little in this realm could accomplish so much by means of playing upon another’s feelings.

Zephaniah had developed a drinking problem in the background of their relationship, which Nyo wholly disapproved of- and punished him for. It wouldn’t due to have someone he was romantically involved with poisoning themselves, would it? He humiliated him with verbal, mental, physical and sexual abuse- but Zii wouldn’t leave him, he was dependent and they both knew it. Their relationship ended in much the same way as Nyong’s last truly strong bond, with the other person being sent away. A teacher had smelled alcohol on his breath and the true extent of his drinking problem was exposed. Nyong’s boyfriend was sent off to rehab.

Nyong was still in the emotional shut down from Zii’s absence when his parents were to spend a weekend away at a colleague’s wedding. That left Jae-Dae home alone with Nyong- a terrifying prospect for the thirteen-year-old. His older brother’s abuse had only escalated over the years, and he could never quite figure out how to tip-toe around whatever it was that triggered him; he suspected that there was no trigger at all. He just wasn’t safe. Their parents thought he was being ridiculous and left anyway.

The first night, J.D. was home two hours late from a friend’s house. He needed to be punished, clearly. So, Nyong held him down and broke one of his fingers.

There was that familiar rush, something he hadn’t felt since Zii was around- and he’d never had someone to truly experiment on. Not like this. So he trapped his little brother, securing him in the living room and proceeding to break his other fingers meticulously, observing his reactions, fascinated by the clear emotional tie.

It was three days before his parents came home, and when they got back, things were a mess.

Nyong had started cutting his little brother that day, going a little bit too deep in places. Realizing the younger boy was probably about to die from his shaking delirium and the sheer amount of blood on the floor, he called for an ambulance- after all, Nyo considered himself a scientist, someone studying that which was unknown to them. He wasn’t a murderer. Jae Hwa and Nathaniel arrived home just in time to meet up with the police, receiving the news of the weekend’s events as well as the charges against their underage son all at once.

It was almost instantly determined that Nyong had a form of sociopathy, from the lack of remorse he’d felt in the wake of his actions. The broken bones, bruises, wounds and general extent of injuries to his little brother was horrific in and of itself, the idea that he had done it truly gruesome- and his seeming lack of discontent over the ordeal unsettling. Upon further analysis and discussion, it was determined that Nyo should be sent to St.Helena’s- they were the best around for this sort of thing. His parents locked him in halfway through sophomore year- throwing him in with his agegroup, even when he’d been set to graduate soon at his previous school. After all, he tended to excel in classes, jumping further faster than the others. But Nyong’s parents wanted him to have the maximum amount of time possible at the school, hoping it would help.

Mostly, Nyong has been good. After all, he realizes what’s at stake; it would be ill-suited to his future plans at a career in microbiology to end up in a real asylum. The worst he seems to have right now is a bit of a self-harm problem, a tendency to mark up the back of his hands- still fascinated by the connection of pain and emotion, trying to make himself feel. But no one’s sure if he’s really getting better, or just acting...
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a constellation of tears on your lashes ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
b u r n e v e r y t h i n g y o u l o v e, t h e n b u r n t h e a s h e s. i n t h e e n d e v e r y t h i n g
collides. my childhood spat back out the monster that you see. my songs know what you did in the dark.[/color][/font]

Alias:

[/color] Effwit
Age: 19
Time Zone: United States Central
Other Characters: Alexander.
Code Words:[/justify][/blockquote][/size] Hush, you.


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