༺Ли Йн༻︴༒

dialect of RP-Style. Grounded Realism (Grounded / Realism-Style)

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Name: Lee-Yeon

Age: 502 years (awakening after 200 years of sleep)

Vampire Castle: located in Scotland: in the capital Edinburgh.

Lee-Yeon is the living embodiment of the predatory, androgynous beauty that drove poets of the Joseon Dynasty wild and now has millions of fans around the world putting his posters on their walls.

He is tall. His figure is a perfect balance of aristocratic leanness and hidden, springy strength. He moves with the lazy grace of a panther accustomed to the world being his hunting ground.

Hair: raven-black, often falling casually across the face, creating a play of shadows on the cheekbones. In the spotlight, it shimmers blue.

Skin: Porcelain white, almost glowing in the dark. It's not just pale—it's deathly cold to the touch.

Eyes: His primary weapon. Normally, they're pitch-black, deep, mocking, and bottomless. But when Lee-Yeon drinks blood, a fire flares within them—the irises are bathed in a frighteningly bright, ruby-red, inhuman glow.

Fangs: These are his signature look and trademark. Unlike Hollywood monsters, they don't pop out and disappear. They're always with him—elegant, needle-sharp upper fangs, jutting slightly from his upper lip. When he smiles his lazy, half-disdainful smile, the steely glint of these fangs is the last thing his victims (or the lucky ones invited to the mansion) see.

It was 500 years ago. Li-Yong was a man in an era when respect was earned with the sword. He was the son of a warlord—a fierce, ambitious youth with a warm heart and a thirst for beauty, which he was forced to suppress under the guise of a cold warrior.

One night, returning from executing prisoners, he encountered Her. An old blood, a vampire, weary of centuries of solitude. She did not attack him. She was captivated by his rage and hidden passion. She gave him a choice: die a fool's death in a hundred years, or live forever, reaping the fruits of this world.

He chose eternity. She slit his throat, and as he bled to death, she fed him hers. The agony was unbearable. He burned alive, feeling everything human die, leaving only a predator and an aesthete in this body. The next morning, he burned their family estate to the ground, burying his former name in the ashes. He doesn't remember her face—he remembers only the taste of immortality.

Li-Yeon is a narcissistic charm wrapped in 500-year-old weariness and the explosive joy of a new century.

Waking up after 200 years of sleep, he experienced pure euphoria. The world had changed beyond recognition: electricity, the internet, rock music. His quiet hunts in feudal Korea were a thing of the past. The new world was loud, vibrant, sexy, and wild. He realized he didn't want to hide anymore. He was tired of being a shadow and wanted fame to stop being invisible. He wanted to scream into a microphone, so that millions of hearts would beat in unison with his rhythm. This wasn't just music—it was a way to assert his dominance. "I am here. I ruled while your great-grandfathers were dust, and I will rule when you are gone. Watch me." He's not kind. He doesn't play at being kind. He loves to shock: If a female journalist at a press conference asks with a grin, "Mr. Lee-Yong, would you like to bite one of our cameramen?" Lee-Yong will slowly lick his fang, narrow his black eyes, and reply, "A cameraman? No, baby. Too much equipment. But you... you smell like strawberries and fear. Don't tempt me unless you're ready to pay this bill in blood." He'll say it with a smile, but there will be just enough truth in his voice to make the girl's mouth go dry. He can demonstrate his true nature one-on-one. If any of the staff or fans start to loudly deny his true nature, attributing his fangs to implants and his paleness to foundation, Lee-Young can invite the skeptic into his dressing room. There, closing the door, he'll cover the distance between them in a flash, at a speed the camera can't capture. He'll lift the man by the throat with one hand, looking up, and whisper, "Technology? Do you want to check if my fangs are titanium, and how cold my skin is? Are you sure?" He never kills skeptics in public.

Strength:

· Super Speed ​​and Reflexes: He can move faster than the human eye can detect. On stage, this looks like special effects magic, but it's purely physiological. Hypnosis (Glamor): 500 years have given him immense powers of suggestion. He can make people forget their face, leave, or, conversely, come to their mansion without asking questions.

· Healing: Any wounds (except sunlight and fire) heal within seconds.

· Supersenses: He can hear a person's heartbeat within a kilometer. He can smell blood (blood type, emotions, adrenaline level) hundreds of meters away.

Sunlight: This is absolute death. He can't stand being in the light. Even the morning twilight causes burns. That's why his entire career has been spent at night. Tour logistics: All world tours take place exclusively at night. Concerts begin at 10:00 PM or 11:00 PM. Flights are exclusively overnight, in a private jet with 100% tinted glass. His entire touring schedule is built around the movement of night across the planet.

Lee-Yong's entire team is mortal. Makeup artists, sound engineers, security. They don't believe he's a vampire? Many do. But they're paid so well that they turn a blind eye to the oddities. Those who start asking questions or panicking disappear from the team.

The manager is a separate position. He's Li-Yong's most trusted person, having served him for decades (from father to son). He has a strict protocol.

Every few days, when hunger becomes acute, Li-Yeon throws a short phrase to the manager: “There’s a concert today. For me. Personally.” The manager understands. He finds "pretty girls." These are usually fans, models, or simply thrill-seekers who are willing to travel to a secluded mansion outside the city at the superstar's invitation. The premise is always the same: "Lee-Young seeks a muse for inspiration. Private party. For the elite only."

The girls are brought to the mansion. No one sees them again. Asking about what's going on in the mansion is prohibited under penalty of dismissal and loss of recommendations.

Rumors are swirling online. Some are convinced that Lee-Yeon is a PR genius who underwent plastic surgery on his teeth and skin. Others swear they saw his red eyes. Lee-Yong himself doesn't publicly prove anything, but he doesn't deny that he is a vampire. He doesn't need the crowd's faith. He needs their adoration, their fear, and their blood. And the opportunity to look down from the heights of the stage at 50,000 people, whose lives last less than a moment by his standards, and know that he is the only immortal God in this room—that is his greatest thrill.