Beloved One. 愛玲

Living a life where it is no longer your own, where you no longer have the dream to live for yourself, is a life both of misery and sacrifice. For the one's you love most, the biggest sacrifices are often made. In order to save them, would you be willing to give up you body? Your freedom? Your choices? Your life?Would you be willing?

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identitiy.

Personality Characteristics.

Positive - Sensual, Loyal, Practical, Steadfast, Patient, Persistent, Comfort-Oriented, Creative, Resilient, Grounded, Generous, Supportive, Romantic, Committed, MotherlyNegative - Stubborn, Materialistic, Indulgent, Resentful, Possessive, Lazy, Emotionally Guarded, Emotional, Insecure, Irritable, Adamant, Envious, Reserved, Disorganized, Idealistic

Enneagram type traits.

Basic Fear: Of being without support and guidanceBasic Desire: To have security and supportKey Motivations: Want to have security, to feel supported by others, to have certitude and reassurance, to test the attitudes of others toward them, to fight against anxiety and insecurity.

physical.

Appearance.

Positive - Calm, Relaxed, Level Headed, Honest, Responsible, Self-Disciplined, Attentive, Knowledgeable, Adaptable, Conscientious, Creative Negative - Sarcastic, Unyielding, Reserved, Rigid, Objective, Logical, Honest, Forthright, Analytical, Confident, Lazy, Independent

Scent
Top Notes - Fresh & Alluring
- Bergamot
- Green Fig Leaves
- Black Pepper
Middle Notes - Emotional & Complex
-Jasmine Sambac
-Wet Earth Accord
-Salted Caramel
Base Notes - Deep & Comforting
- Oud Wood
- Tonka Bean
- Musk & Cashmere Wood

nereid.

aesthetic.

statistics.

likes.

dislikes.

Personality .

Social - When around others he is observant and rather sassy, though he is often the center of attention he can mold into the room and become hidden. Ailing is a socialite by association but also a wallflower.Personal - He has his kindness when he is comfortable, likes luxury but can live and adapt to any situation he needs to survive. There is a bite to his words, often he snaps at people that say stupid things when its obvious but he is also very motherly and supportive.

Talents.

Hobbies: Dancing, cooking, fashion designing, swimming, flexibility, singing, socializing, intimate modeling, drinking, dressing up, playing guitar, writing music

Habits: humming, tripping, playing with hair, clicking tongue, biting nails, drawing on arms, smacking wrist with a rubber band, eye rolling, feeding people directly

Strengths.

Weakness.

Flaws.

abilities.

Transform to Human Legs.

The ability to transform tail into human legs from the waist down and vise versa.

breath underwater.

can breath underwater whether in human or nereid form as well as swim exceptionally fast.

Tidal Manipulation.

can control, move, manipulate and shift the tide higher or lower. Causing small ripples.

Communicate with sea creatures.

speak and communicate with various life in the ocean, making friends with man sea creatures.

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— Origin story.

She had been a princess of the sea, born of coral and moonlight, her name whispered through the currents with reverence. But the sea was a pearl covered cage, and her destiny a chain forged in political tides. An arranged marriage to a brackish old lord of a neighboring trench was her fate, a union of power, not of love. On the eve of the ceremony, she stole away, a phantom in the mist, her silver fins trading for clumsy legs as she crawled onto the shore and vowed, with the salt of her tears stinging her skin, to never again let the ocean claim her. She forsook her name, her title, and the very essence of what she was, choosing the harsh, dry air of the land over the suffocating embrace of her home.It was in this self-imposed exile that she found him. He was a creature of the land, a gumiho with four white tails that shimmered like spun silk and eyes that held none of the predatory malice of his kind's tales. He was a gentle soul, a collector of forgotten stories and starlight, who had long since tired of the lonely hunt for hearts and had instead learned to cherish the quiet beauty of the world. He found the nereid princess weeping on a rocky outcrop, her body unused to the pain of solid ground, and he did not see a prize to be won, but a kindred spirit who had lost her way. He brought her water and soft mosses to soothe her raw skin, and he spoke to her not of her beauty, but of the courage it must have taken to leave everything behind.His love was not a wildfire, but a slow, steady tide that eroded the walls she had built around her heart. He was doting and endlessly patient, teaching her the secrets of the forest, the language of the trees, and the warmth of a hearth fire. He loved her not for the royalty she had forsaken, but for the fierce, willful woman she had become. In return, she taught him the songs of the deep, the feel of a current, and the profound loneliness of a world without a true home. Together, they built a small sanctuary, a world that was neither sea nor land, but theirs alone.Under the light of a full, opalescent moon, a night when the veil between worlds felt thin enough to touch, their first child was born.

They named him Ailing, and he was a perfect fusion of their two worlds—his father’s gentle eyes and his mother’s ethereal, almost fragile beauty. He was the first of many, and soon their small home was filled with the laughter and chaos of a dozen children, each one a testament to a love that defied the very laws of nature. They were a family bound not by bloodline or duty, but by a fierce, all-consuming devotion. Their father would spend hours telling them stories of the stars, while their mother would sing them lullabies in the ancient tongue of the deep, her voice a haunting melody that promised safety and love.But the land, which she had chosen over the sea, held its own dangers. The illness came without warning, a creeping sickness that settled in her lungs, a dry, persistent cough that stole her breath and the color from her cheeks. It was a sickness of the earth, one her sea-born body could not fight. Her gumiho husband was consumed by a desperate, frantic love. He scoured every ancient text, sought out every mountain hermit and forest spirit, his white tails often a blur of motion as he raced from one end of the country to the other, searching for a cure. He bargained with creatures he would have once avoided, offering pieces of his own essence, his own lifespan, for a single hope. He loved her so dearly that the thought of a world without her was an agony greater than any wound.And so it was that on his way home from one of his desperate quests, seeking a rare herb said to grow only in the most sacred of hidden groves, he was followed. He was a gumiho, a monster in the eyes of men, and his otherworldly nature was a sin. They did not see a desperate husband or a loving father. They saw only the beast he was born to be, and they hunted him down. He fought with the ferocity of a father protecting his world, but he was outnumbered. They tore him from the life he had built, his last thought not of his own mortality, but of the fragile wife and children he was leaving behind, their love story ending not in peace, but in the blood-soaked dirt of the very land he had tried to make his own. His regret being Ailing's witness to his demise, and those he left alone with no one to protect them.

— Long Forgotten Past.

The memory of his father was not a gentle one, but a violent, bloody tableau seared into the back of his eyelids. He remembered the scent of pine and damp earth, the way his father’s gentle, pale hand had felt on his head for the last time, and then the sudden, sharp chaos of his death. They came with their obsidian-tipped spears and their righteous hatred, men who called themselves protectors but were nothing more than butchers. They murdered the man who was his father, the man who was something other, something more, right in front of him upon his return from collecting a rare herb. The scream that followed were filled with begging anguish, and they echoed in Ailing’s nightmares for years to come, a constant reminder that the blood of the hunted flowed in his own veins.If his father’s end was a violent tearing away, his mother’s was a slow, quiet fading. She had given everything to bring his youngest sibling into the world, and in the end, it was a price too high. The illness that took hold was a creeping thing, a fever that sapped the color from her cheeks and the light from her eyes until she was little more than a husk. Ailing, still a boy himself, could only watch, holding her hand as it grew cold, the weight of a new, terrible responsibility settling onto his frail shoulders. He was the eldest, and suddenly, he was the only one left.The children became his world, a frantic, demanding world of scraped knees, hungry bellies, and whispered fears. He was a brother, a father, a mother, all in one small, underfed package. He learned to mend clothes with trembling fingers and to soothe nightmares with a voice that was barely more than a whisper. But love alone could not fill stomachs, and desperation is a cruel teacher. He tried to find work, but the world saw only a boy who was too slight, too delicate, too weak for any honest labor. Rejection became a familiar, bitter taste on his tongue. So he turned to the shadows, learning the art of the thief. A loaf of bread here, a coin purse there—it was a dance with the gallows, but it kept them alive for a time. Yet the city grew more watchful, the punishments more severe, and the risk of losing a hand, or his life, became too great.

Borrowing was his next mistake, a fool’s hope. He went to a man whose smile did not reach his eyes, a man who dealt in desperation. The money came easily enough, but the debt was a chain, and it tightened with every passing day. The threats were no longer veiled; the man spoke of his siblings, of their youth and their vulnerability, and how they could be used to settle the account. The fear was a physical thing, a cold serpent coiling in his gut. He was out of time, out of options, out of hope. And so, Ailing made the only trade he had left. He sold himself.It was a discovery born of misery; he learned that his soft features, his large, downcast eyes, and his slender frame were not liabilities but commodities. He began to cultivate them, dressing in ways that blurred the lines, that hinted at a femininity that made him a rare and coveted prize. It was a degrading, soul-crushing existence, but the money was enough. It was enough to keep the wolves from the door and the debt collector’s hands from his family.That was when The Master found him. He was not a man so much as a force of nature, all tailored suits and predatory calm. He saw Ailing not as a desperate boy, but as a beautiful, broken thing to be owned. He made his offer with the terrifying ease of a man who never heard the word 'no'. He would erase the debt, absorb it into his own vast fortune, and ensure Ailing’s family wanted for nothing. It was a pact with the devil, and Ailing, seeing no other path, signed away his life with a silent nod.The work was a gilded cage. Ailing became an exclusive ornament, a living doll passed between the most powerful and depraved men in the city. He was a secret shared in hushed tones, a pretty accessory to be used and admired in private. For them, it was a thrill; for him, it was the price of his siblings’ safety. And it was worth it, he told himself. Their letters, filled with stories of warm beds and full plates, were his scripture, his only solace in the long, dark nights. But even the most compliant mouse in a cage will eventually yearn for a sliver of control, a piece of itself that belongs to no one else.

— present day.

That sliver came in the form of a camera. He began with a simple online persona, a faceless model in lingerie and high fashion, a world of silk and lace where he was the one dictating the terms. It led him to a smoky basement and a bass, to the raw, screaming release of an underground band. The two lives, the shadow and the light, began to weave together. His online fame grew, leading to a real position as a designer for a prestigious brand, Seyfried. He had friends, a purpose, a taste of a normal life. For a fleeting, beautiful moment, he believed he could have it all. He wanted to live in that light so badly he could taste it.But the light only casts deeper shadows. His growing confidence led to a growing curiosity. He started asking questions, digging into the finances of The Master, the source of his family's sudden, endless prosperity. He stumbled upon a door he should have ignored, a room that held the answers to questions he never should have asked. The truth was not a revelation; it was an implosion. It was a horror so profound, so absolute, that his mind simply broke. He saw what had become of his siblings, the real cost of their safety, the true nature of The Master's 'care.'He stumbled from the room, a wrecked and hollowed-out thing, but he was not alone. The Master was there, his face a mask of cold fury. The secret was out, and secrets like his could not be allowed to breathe. The blow was swift and brutal. Ailing felt a blinding, explosive pain, and then nothing.

The Master had not meant to erase him so completely, but the amnesia was a gift, an opportunity. He dragged the unconscious boy away, not to a locked room, but to a plane. In China, he built a new life from the ashes of the old. Molding his forgetful mind he made the Nereid believe he was someone else, now Ailing was gone. In his place was Shen Yueying, a Nereid with a mysterious backstory and an otherworldly beauty, starting as a model and poised to become an idol. Yueying slipped into his new skin with an unsettling ease, as if he had always been Yueying, as if Ailing truley never existed. The adoration of the public was a drug, and he was addicted to the love they gave. But glimpses from the old life were never truly gone. In private, he was still the sought after escort, passed among the elite, his fame only adding to their depraved thrill. He was a beautiful secret with a higher price tag.When The Master moved them back to Korea, securing Yueying a contract with a massive entertainment company he controlled, he knew the risk. The old circles, the old faces—they could remember the ghost that was Ailing. But he had his methods, his ways of ensuring the cage of those memories remained locked. Ailing was back in the city where he lost it all, no longer as Ailing. He was Shen Yueying, a beloved up and coming idol with a perfect life and a past that wasn't his own, a beautiful lie, a hollow shell with no memory, his family or of the boy who had sold his soul to save them.

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Xu Xin Yan.

Connection Father
Species Gumiho
Status Deceased

A devoted and loving husband and father, too kind and gentle for the world. He gave his life to find his wife and save his children.

Xu Hai Lan

Connection Mother
Species Nereid
Status Deceased

A loving yet stern mother, taken by poachers for her tail. She died leading them away from her family to save her children.

siblings.

Connection Family
Species Gumiho & Nereids
Status Unknown

The last remainder of his family, they currently are being taken care of in a private home by the man that Ailing serves.

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wanted bonds.

sympathetic security.

A security guard yourself or someone that hires security to watch over Ailing after discovering his situation. You often lurk or do what you can to protect him where you are able.

memory of the past.

Someone he met long ago that either had the same occupation as a sexual slave, stole with him or just sat with him when he felt overwhelmed.

A body to hold.

For once someone just wants to hold him to be a comfort, to be a friend, to be someone that sees him as a person deserving of care and not just a currency to exhange.

friends with benifits.

Though his life revolves around his body being given away, he finds comfort and control in you. With you, Ailing gains a little say in his sex life.

lets get f$cked up.

sometimes he just needs to be little numb, a little drunk, forget a little bit. If it is a full on night out, a casual drink or a blackout you are down to go out and have some fun.

Knight in Whatever armor.

You are his SOS, his safety net, the one he lets see him when he is all fucked up. The bruises on his face are rare, but the one's on his body often. When he is on the edge of giving up he has you.

Power Move.

You have the means, you have the power, you have the authority, but you know when to wait. Whether he sought you out or you noticed him, you are his most powerful asset in the game he is playing, and the one that can help him get his siblings back.

Lover.

Reserved for a deep connection built through plotting, development, chemistry and time, When it finally happens he will be loyal. devoted, loving and protective. His love will be raw and deep, if you can crack through the shell he has locked around him.

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main story plots.

not what they seem.

You really thought they were a woman, a pretty girl that often drank the same sweet and sour mixed drink that matched her lips. You have often seen them rambling softly to themselves about who they are mad at, who they wanna beat up and found it endearing. This time you decide to talk to them, later helping them get home in a rather drunken state where Ailing or yourself initiate a kiss. You find out in the middle of a heated exchange after a few hands reach other places they are in fact a man. This can go any way, depending on the level of angst or drama you want. Please dm me to discuss any additions, the path or changes you would like!Open

Repeat Lover.

Going into such a high end place and being introduced to elite escorts during the meeting was not what was expected, but after experiencing a particular escort. Once was not enough. You continue to go back and keep requesting for Ailing over anyone. Whenever the Nereid is fully booked or unavailable, you were willing to pay triple just to secure a spot immediately on their next schedule. Even if it meant paying off those already on the list for their spots to prolong the moment. Over time, it is less and less about the physical and more about getting to know them. This can be discussed for any changes, additions or shifts you would like. Please dm me with questions or suggestions!Open

Part of their world.

He has never been in the ocean and for a long time he was told not to. His mother warned of the dangers there, of the monsters that lurk there waiting for them to step back in. But he wants to feel home, so you convince him to go in. Finally he could feel his roots, the cool water through his scales and actually use his tail properly. Little did you both know the cute moment at the beach swimming together would end with Ailing trying to be taken by his mothers side of the family. You try to help, Ailing did not want to go, what will happen? We can discuss what happens, if he was saved by you or taken away and you find a way to get him back. Either way things can be added or subtracted, changed or exchanged, just dm me!Open

Part of their world.

Option 1 (for fans or listeners): You either heard of him from the up and coming news or found out as soon as he go to Korea, but you are a fan or just someone that heard of the new idol. In this instance you did not expect to find them mostly unconscious and battered in the back of a club. You knew if anyone else saw them there would be trouble, so you take them out the back and take them somewhere safe to care for them until they wake up.Option 2 (for those that knew Ailing before): You find a mostly unconscious and battered Yueying in the back of a club. As you get closer you realize you know that face, it was Ailing, who had went to China to hide and stay safe. SO why where they back here and hurt? You quickly collect them and take them somewhere safe to care for them until they wake up.
We can discuss what happens. As a fan you are overly excited your idol is in your home. As someone who knows of the idol but only listened a little, you can be however you wish. Either way things can be added or subtracted, changed or exchanged, just dm me!Open

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