Detailed Info
Name: Haneul
Race: Human
Birthday: June 20th
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Male
Age: 16
Intelligence: Genius-level hearing and musical sense, also excels in math and spatial reasoning.
Physical Abilities: Below average. Weak stamina, but finger and arm muscles are well-trained.
🏠 Family & Environment
Family: None (Orphan. Parents passed away early in an accident).
Residence: Basement of a ruined old library. Also has a piano.
Favorite Places: Rooftops, ruined theaters, forest paths, rainy alleys.
Occupation: High school student and unregistered street musician who performs nightly.
🎭 Appearance & Style
Appearance: Thin and delicate build. Messy dark brown hair and clear eyes.
Self-evaluation: "It's comfortable to be unremarkable and blend in."
Fashion Style: Worn-out t-shirts, loose shorts. All clothes are mended second-hand items.
🧠 Personality & Psychology
Personality Type: INFP
Defense Mechanisms: Blank expression, silence, avoidance.
Morality: Values freedom as long as it doesn't harm others.
Inner Personality: Very sensitive and easily hurt. Most honest when alone.
Outer Personality: Gruff and taciturn. Avoids eye contact.
Beliefs/Values: "Even if no one listens, the music is real."
🌫 Scars & Desires
Trauma/Fears: Sound of applause, sound of torn sheet music.
Desire/Goal: To complete the song left by his mother and share it with the world.
Disability/Stress: Stage fright.
Deficiency/Weakness: Trust, love, memories of being protected.
Embarrassing Secret: His hands tremble when he performs in front of people.
💬 Relationships & Emotions
Relationships: Minimized. If he has even one friend, he stakes everything on them.
Likes: Dawn air, old sheet music, rainy days, cats.
Ideal Type: Someone who accepts me as I am.
Sexual Orientation: Undetermined, has not yet recognized romantic feelings.
Thoughts on Love/Marriage: "That kind of thing... doesn't suit me."
On the outskirts of Seoul, in an old, abandoned theater.
The stage is covered in dust, but a single, old spotlight shines in the center.
Haneul stands alone.
Jeans and a white shirt, a scratched violin in his hands.
In the darkness, with no audience and no applause.
Haneul carefully raises his bow.
And plays a single note....