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you want so badly to be pure again ﹕
you call yourself a d͟o͟l͟l͟ ﹐ an innocent 𝖑͟𝖎͟𝖙͟𝖙͟𝖑͟𝖊͟ thing 𓈒
but the color pink doesn't wash away sin 𓈒

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birth NAME: lee apollo
( * απόλλων. greek god. national divinity. god of music and dance, the Sun and light, poetry. )
ALIAS : princess _ 'pollo _ queen of the underworld _ the cocaine Kōgō _ street angel _ kitty bitch.
dob : 981021 _ libra.
pob : shibuya ( 渋谷区 Shibuya-ku ) tokyo _ japan.SPECIES : human _ calico cat . hybrid.
ORIENTATION : homosexual demiromantic.
AGE : 22.
HEIGHT : 1.62.6 m. ( 5'4" ft. )
WEIGHT : 63 kg. ( 138.8 lbs. )
NATIONALITY : japanese.disorders: histrionic personality disorder, antisocial personality disorder, pyromania, kleptomania, intermitten explosive disorderaffiliations : former wakagashira of his father's yakuza__ responsible for governing gangs in kabukicho &. roppongi &. ueno. ( tokyo )
current activity : drug lord of the nekote cartel __ based in japan. active all around asia.
highest paid stripper in octagon _ club based in gangnam-gu, seoul.

sources:
- histrionic personality disorder.
- antisocial personality disorder.
- pyromania.
- kleptomania.
- intermitten explosive disorder.

KNOWN FACTS ABOUT APOLLO :- he is heavily tattooed. the pieces that stand out the most are the rules of the card game oicho-kabu, written in hiragana that takes up his whole back and a tattoo of his snake, wrapping around his thigh and ends on his waist.
- apollo has spent a large part of his teenage years in a high-security insane asylum, and the rest of it homeschooled. he then served three years out of his life sentence in belle reve prison, where he was mostly in solitary confinement because of behavioural problems and killing fellow inmates.
- languages - fluent japanese, korean proficient english conversational arabic broken russian
- apollo has a fascination with ancient, lethal japanese weapons. his collection consists of naginata, nekote, tekko-kaggi and kakute.
- he currently owns two pet snakes and a black panther; ella, a saw - scaled viper named lilo and a king cobra named mika.

HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING ! this whole account, the backstory, the characters and concepts will be extremely triggering / disturbing. it will contain gore, blood, abuse, mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of mental illnesses / disorders, heavy violence, heavy drug and alcohol abuse, disordered eating, sexual themes and language. if you feel any discomfort with this account, and the themes that come with it, please do not interact with apollo.

- the faceclaim for this account is JIMIN ( PARK JIMIN ) from BTS. everything posted on this account does NOT represent who park jimin is in real life. this character concept is merely a piece of the writer's wild imagination. i am not affiliated with park jimin and / or bighit labels.
- mun was born on september 2000 making her 23 as of december 24th, 2023. (the day this was posted. ) therefore, mun is of age. if proof of age is needed, it will be provided. mun goes by yugen.
- apollo ( just like all my other muses ), is multiship. meaning that, all ships / pairings are in different verses and do not collide with each other (unless previously discussed.) apollo is demiromantic, therefore for him to feel any romantic attraction towards someone, he needs to have a pre-established, strong bond. please, don't force any romantic feelings on him, or you will be blocked.

- do remember that english is not mun's first language. i would greatly appreciate it if my writing partners correct me in case they see any errors; though, please do so kindly.
- please note that everything posted on this account was edited by me, unless stated otherwise. do not steal anything for your account.
- mun has nothing to do with the muse. everything posted on this profile is from apollo’s perspective ; how i envisioned him to be and how i have built him. unless stated with " ╱ " or any other ooc indication, it's always apollo speaking. mun does not equal muse.
- the writer behind this account is a busy college student on her master's degree. please refrain from pestering for replies.
- if you prefer writing somewhere else, i also have a discord. dm me on twitter for my username!

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loopsided smiles and lingering touches — apollo never thought too much of them. he was his father, after all.it has always been like that; his father watching over him like a hawk and apollo feeling his chest tighten in an alarmed way — but he never dared to say anything. how could he ? the one time he tried, his father immediately denied the accusations.‘it’s out of love, my little diamond,’ he had told him, calloused fingers tracing his son’s jawline. ‘you are the only one daddy has. i would never, ever hurt you.’and he gulped in reply, though thinking ; is this how fatherly love is supposed to feel like? is it supposed to make him dread every single day? and as he contemplated on it more, multiple question and doubts were ought to rise.
his father is showing him so much love — as he says — and he feels like he is failing him. why can’t he show the same love back ? why, instead of a warm, homey feeling - he gets terrified and feels sick to his stomach ?he is his father, damn it !so he tried to reciprocate — dressing just how his dad liked ; pretty skirts and lip gloss on. always trying to do things that will make him proud, always trying to be exactly what his father wants him to be. a dumb, pink doll.

he forgot who he was, really. to the point that there is no going back now.and people had different opinions on their, if you can even call it that, relationship. in his father’s yakuza, everyone knew of what was going on, and how seemingly oblivious apollo was to everything. some have heard the old man talk about his son in twisted ways. the members the old man most trusted, knew it was the worst kind of obsession. they never tried to stop him, or say anything. some because they were afraid of dying, some because they had the same twisted mind as the boy’s father and simply, enjoyed it.the ones outside of the yakuza though, thought they had a great father and son relationship. they never noticed the pleading nature in the boy’s eyes, or the way he stiffened if his father stood too close to him. tears pooling in his eyes, hands gripping on the end of his mini skirt in a failed attempt to cover the exposed skin. ——who would have told him, really — who would have known that home would feel so much out of his reach.that feeling safe under his father’s wings was only something he could daydream of.

SOMEWHERE IN FUKUOKA,
KYUSHU ISLAND.
“ come here, kitty kitty ! ”february 14th — 2014.
9:30 pm.the moment apollo entered their mansion, he knew yejun would be home soon.
he knew that someone had ratted him out to the kingpin; he knew that someone had alerted him of his princess sneaking out to see someone whenever he wasn’t home.and he knew what that meant for him.he hid immediately the moment he reached their shared bedroom. eyes closed tight and his hand over his mouth; he didn’t want to make a sound. if yejun found him…he heard the big front door close. the heavy sound of his footsteps echoing throughout the empty mansion.‘where are you, babylove?’he could hear the fake softness in his voice when he called him the nickname he knew apollo used to melt with. a nickname that has recently been replaced with harsh swear words spoken with an equally harsh possessiveness.what have they become? this wasn’t love anymore. this wasn’t a relationship.he could hear his steps coming up the stairs.‘come on, pretty baby. don’t you wanna see what daddy got for you? it’s valentine’s day!’a menacing laugh followed his words, his voice coming closer and closer to their bedroom. apollo cowered in fear, a single tear rolling down his cheek. a valentine’s day gift should excite him — but he had a feeling he knew what it was.‘come here, kitty kitty! i know you are hiding somewhere. don’t make this worse for you.’now, the harsh voice echoed throughout the four walls of their bedroom. there was no point in apollo hiding anymore.
yejun knew he was in here.

with a few deep breaths, apollo pushed the door of the closet open. walking out to stand in front of the taller man.
there his lover was — standing proudly with his bloodied suit, holding an equally bloody box in his hands. a wide smile on his lips once he saw the feline.‘come open it, baby. i know you will love it.’a chill ran down apollo’s spine. trembling hands reaching out for the bow — before he stopped in his tracks. the smell of fresh death coming from the box made him close his eyes tightly. shaking his head, sobbing.“i don’ – i don’ wanna. please –”he felt the cold barrel of a handgun pressing against the side of his head. sobbing harder.‘tsk, this is no way to thank me for your present. open it.’he gulped down harshly. resuming his movements of undoing the bow, and then the wrapping paper. slowly lifting up the lid of the box with a whimper, looking inside.
it was exactly what he feared — his recent friend’s lifeless eyes staring back at him, the blood from the still fresh decapitated head having fully soaked the box and now dripping down on the carpeted floor.apollo felt nauseous.‘what happened, princess? don’t you like your present? come on, don’t be like that — give me a kiss. maybe give him one, too.’he laughed. apollo didn’t dare to look nor move away. he still had a gun pressed to his head. right now, though — being dead didn’t sound half as bad. better than being alive at this point.‘if i find out that you’ve gone against my rules again, you will join your little friend in my personal collection. do you hear me, kitty?’the smaller nodded — what else was he supposed to do, anyway?that night, the man claimed him as his all over again.that night, and many, many nights after, apollo cried; hoping to be free from all this suffering.this wasn’t the fairytale love he has dreamed of.