𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€π

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{ ARTISAN,heavy trigger warning,descriptive literature,switch - dominant lean,+18 }
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FC:Kim Taehyung.

Muse name:Kim Otis/Ti.
{ Pronounced as Tie }

{ He isn’t keen on nicknames, if you are wanting to give him one ; ask }

Nationality:Korean.
{ Birthplace β€” Seo-gu, Daegu, South Korea }

DOB:30th December 1995.

Zodiac:Capricorn.

Gender:Male.

Height:186cm/6β€˜1”.

Weight:65kg/143lbs.

Sexuality:Bisexual.
{ Male lean }

Relationship:Open.
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When you hear a name such as 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€π, a middle aged man comes to mind who sits in the comfort of his own home painting flowers upon flowers on white canvases that then collect dust in his attic butβ€”

This. . . π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€π is not quite what you would have expected.

Kim Otis, 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€π β€” or better get ; an artist with . . . unique inspirations.

Situated in Seoul, South Korea - Kim Otis, a graduate of Korea’s National University of Arts in which he perused on doing what he loved doing as a child ; 𝐀𝐑𝐓.

As a child, the young male wasn’t loud and obnoxious - he found that he enjoyed to keep himself to himself, he didn’t speak often in words but he spoke in volumes with his art.

His mother and father, a supporter of his art as it kept their son off the streets and out of harms way with the local korean gangs β€” little did they know what was to come.

Aside from his mother and father, Otis had a sibling. A younger sister to be precise. 𝐌𝐈-πŠπ˜πŽππ†. cue the eyeroll. Her name ; beauty and brightness and in which, she was β€” a polar opposite of Otis, she was an extrovert in which anything she touched turned to sunflowers, golden rays of sunshine and honey dipped fingertips that when tasted all you got was sweet.

Soft for his younger sister, Otis being the elder brother would never show this β€” there was always a sneer, an eye-roll or a tsk emitting from him with every action she took or every text message he would receive.

Human interactions aside from his family ? he wasn’t fond of it, he would much rather plug his ears with earbuds and listen to whatever came on shuffle.

{ music β€” he wasn’t a huge lover but he put up with it, it keeps his . . . somewhat sanity at bay }

somewhat sanity.

The somewhat is rich as for behind the mask of a young male surrounded by his family . . . there is a darker side.

They say an artist is to find his own way, his own taste at art, throughout his years at the Korean National University of Arts, Otis had studied sculpture, inspirations from the π„π‚π’π“π€π’π˜ πŽπ… π’π€πˆππ“ 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐀 (1652) to the all too famous ππˆπ„π“π€ (1499) by a sculptor everyone knew all too well ; πŒπˆπ‚π‡π„π‹π€ππ†π„π‹πŽ. It was around this time that Otis learnt about the ins and outs of the human body, Quite fitting for what was to come at the futures date. When graduating, Otis had lost his muse for sculptures, he no longer wanted to study on the art he had spent so long focusing on. He wanted a new muse, a new art, a new love.

Months had passed since graduating, Otis spent months upon months cooped up trying to find his art ;

Contemporary art ? No.
Pop art ? No.
Cubism ? No.
Art Decor ? Sigh, No.
Art Nouveau ? No.
Impressionism ? No.
Post. . . Impressionism ? 𝐍𝐎!

It wasn’t till late December that Otis was sick and tired of trying and found himself in a bar, just like any great artist or writer β€” he turned to alcohol. Surely that’s where they get their inspiration from.

And his thought was correct as his back hit the brick wall, a fist to his face and verbal abuse was spat in to his face from a stocky, too much testosterone male who Otis had boldly started a fight with. It wasn’t till the male had left, leaving Otis beaten, covered in his own blood and vomiting the insides of his stomach up did he notice the fresh paint on his hands, quick drying paint.

The paint being blood.

Blood. And where to find it ?

From the very place in which he recluses himself from or instead of place β€” who he recluses himself from.

Humans.

Starting off small, Otis would sneak in to local hospitals and steal small amount of blood bags at a time, using the crimson liquid to bring his mind and inspirations to life till β€” it wasn’t enough, he needed more and for it to be more . . . fresh.

Therefore his killing began and the number of victims grew higher and higher as he never got caught for who would think, an art graduate who kept his head buried in a novel or sketching in his leather bound book would be a πŠπˆπ‹π‹π„π‘.
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𝐈𝐈𝐈

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When it comes to writing or plotting with 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€ποΌŒthere are no limitations on what can be explored,whether this is gore based, NSFW and/or something on the softer side.

Replies tend to be somewhat scattered but they will come,all he asks for is patience. A big thing is that effort goes in to replies,both from him and the muse he is writing with.

When plotting with 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€ποΌŒhe is more than comfortable writing up starters as he finds these somewhat therapeutic,just because of this though - don’t leave all the ideas on his shoulders. he will refuse to write with you if this happens.

{ timeline plots will be replied to much quicker than plotting in the DMs }

When dealing with 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€πβ€˜π’ head-spaces, he has the tendency to find himself in a darker headspace such as sadistic or primal as these are his comfort zones,but even with these β€” he will try to match the energy given,if you are playful then you are bound to receive the same thing back etc etc.

more to be added.
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Even if 𝓣𝐇𝐄 π“π‘π“πˆπ’π€π likes to keep himself to himself, there are a few who have climbed his fortress walls and nestled themselves in his cold-murderous heart. Meeting each other in more ways than one and yet β€” he wouldn’t change a thing.

{ individual stories will be coming soon }

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Nickname(s) : Z.

{ admin does not give out their full name, if spoken to as the admin - please just refer to them as Z }
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DOB:5th May 1996. { 24 years old }
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{ proof of age can be shown if requested }
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Zodiac:Taurus.
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Pronouns:She/Her.
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Sexuality:Bisexual.
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Status:In a relationship.
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