Nickname Baek, Gyeolie, Bagel
Birthday 5/6/1160 BC
Age 21, 1,037 or 3,294
Birthplace athens, greece
R/S single; not dibbed
Model han hyunmin
Eye Color brown
Hair Color black
M/E State stable
liu bohai/died 10/male
|“||love me or leave me and let me be lonely...||”|
For all the lives he's lived, Baekgyeol has always been a kindhearted and caring person. He tends to everyone and everything, whether it's housing a homeless stranger or fostering the work of others, he's always been a helpful soul. He can never turn down the opportunity to help others, even if it puts himself behind, and even if it is slightly reluctant. His kindness is a core part of him, regardless of how it presents himself to other people.
Baekgyeol's also extremely hardworking. As both inspiration from all the mother figures he's had over the years, especially Alice, he knows how much work it takes to really make it big, and whenever he does things, he puts his all into it. He's been working on clothes since he was just a fifteen-year-old, working a factory, and now he owns a large international brand that he's incredibly proud to own. When it comes to getting dirty, he's your guy, and regardless of the stakes, the risks, and the danger, Baekgyeol will be the first volunteer—albeit, hesitantly.
Baekgyeol is also, for all purposes and intents, very expressive. Unlike his past lives, Baekgyeol himself has a much more loud flair to him, and he can be quite talkative when in the mood. When it comes to communicating with other people, he's straightforward and direct, and for the most part, will tell you what he's thinking. He's still very sensitive to other people, however, and he's not the type to be blunt. In fact, he very often sugarcoats his negative opinions of things, even when giving criticism. In his defense, he knows it's a bad habit, and he's trying his best to get rid of it.
Something that tends to surprise Baekgyeol, is that he is very much an introvert. As much as he loves talking with other people, and it's quite easy to strike up a conversation, he's the type to recharge alone, working on designs or reading a book. He's also quite self aware of himself and his habits, and for as long as he's lived, he's always been trying his best to change for the better. Although change has always been a little bit overwhelming to him, you'll always find him being one of the first to welcome something new, knowing that it can bring good things. He's truly a progressive in every word of the sense, never thinking of the past, sometimes in the present, and always thinking how what's going on now will affect the future.
He's very critical in this sense, and while you could never tell from the way he speaks, he's quite the intellectual. He's very intelligent and quite in tune with the world. As a result of dealing in the business world, he typically thinks strategically first before anything else, and at the risk of coming off insensitive sometimes, he will always propose the most efficient solution to a problem. He's often been accused of being too logical of a lover. Not a great person to rant to, because he's always been in the mindsight of, "If it's such a problem, just fix it."
Altogether, Baekgyeol is a combination of all his past selves. He's not as submissive as Airlea and not as quiet and as Amaratha, but he holds Airlea's kindness and Amaratha's compassion. He's as curious and as intelligent as Ren Shu, and as strong-willed as Abeo. Every single thing he does, you see his past selves in, and it's no wonder that out of all his incarnations, Baekgyeol is the one who came out the victor.
Usually when people ask me about my life, I just tell them it's a really long story and move on. Because it is a really long story, like full length, 600 page novel long. Yet people keep asking for a Draw My life, so here I am hopping on a trend. Buckle up hunties, this isn't a road trip but an international expedition. Welcome to Draw My Life: 3,000+ Year edition!
Okay so... Let's get this out of the way. There's been some rumors here and there that I was born female, and well... they're true! First incarnation me, a beauty, living it up in the city of Athens, Greece. If this was like... a fairytale, I'd start it off like this:
But it's not because that's pretentious, way too wordy, and honestly a snore to read. This is Draw My Life, not Write a 90 Page Thesis My Life. So, let's get the basic facts out of the way. Yes, I was born female, in Athens, Greece. Beautiful place by the way, visit like every summer with Morpheus. The food, the culture—
The guy I married? Don't even remember his name. I do remember he was uggg-ly. And wasn't too gifted in the intellectual department either. I hadn't been wooed by poetry or anything. He just expected me to sit all pretty inside like a house plant. What's the point of a sugar daddy if you can't even go outside? Of course I left, duh. Clear opportunity. No one else was there to keep me there besides my husband. Hell, half the staff had already ditched the place after a few years. How am I not supposed to do the same?
This is... embarrassing. I admit, kind of clown behavior on my part to run into the wilderness of all places but like... my husband was a popular guy, you know? Terrible at comedy, definitely not pleasant at all, but he was rich, held rich company, the works. Everyone in town knew who he was, and of course they were going to recognize the moving mannequin he brought with him. I dipped! I was trying to think logically. Minus the fact that I literally didn't even know how to operate in the wilderness. Like my family wasn't the richest, but even I managed to stay inside for the majority of my life. Shrubbery, animals? Not my cup of tea. It's only so bad I died there, you know? On the bright side, I did look really cute freezing to death. I will say that. There's a reason blue lipstick is so popular. The nearly dead look is very interesting.
Did I give up at that moment? Yes, of course. I'm freezing in the middle of the woods, sis, who else wouldn't give up? But lucky for me, I live in a world with Greek Gods, and although I spend no time in nature, I value our one and only Mother Nature. And naturally, I'm out here, quietly hollering for help on the forest floor because girl, if I'm gonna die, this ain't gonna be the last time I'm alive.
Imagine dying in the wilderness to become the wilderness. I don't know if that's poetic or just my first incarnation being a clown. Amaratha is such a beautiful name though. It's actually derived from an old flower in Greek, and honestly, I'd name my daughter that. There's also a male version, I believe. Amarantos? Both stunning names. Wait, actually... that's a fashion brand moment. I could name my collection that. One minute.
That aside though, say hola to my madre , the icon herself, Kymopoleia! To be honest, sis tells me this story a hundred times, and it still puts me in disbelief she's been interested in me since I was a dying broad in the woods. Now that's a mother-son relationship if I've ever seen one. I know like... this technically doesn't apply, but isn't that also stalking? I've been stalked by my mother since like... day one.
I mean, I've always been stunning but Amaratha was truly something. Darkskinned goddess, she ran so Calypso could walk. I think my intimacy with nature has always come from her. Even in this form, I still feel inclined to beautify, and to bring life to things. In that way, Amaratha, besides the fact that she is literally me, will always be apart of me. Actually, a better way to phrase that would be... her work will always be a part of me. Her time is an inspiration behind a lot of my work. She is the perfect muse in my eyes, and I am so lucky to have the ability to just see her clearly in my head and work off of her and our memories.
Woo, girl, I will never forget that day. Apollo and I are on good terms now, and like... I would hit that, you know? But back in the day, never. Apollo terrified me. All the gods did, really. After that day at least. I mean, it was Gaea's choice to turn homegirl into a tree, but I didn't want to see myself in a similar situation, so from then on I was like, men? Not it. In Daphne's honor though, I planted a lot of laurel trees in my valley. Laurels are actually a staple in the majority of my fashions, and it's... sort of logo for me at this point. Like... a signature almost. How artists sign their drawings, I sign my clothing with a laurel. Woo, okay, next.
Okay, I'm not going to lie. Slightly flattered Kymopoleia was watching me. Like this is honestly one of the boring of my lives, but mama look interest even then. But then again, I was stunning, who wouldn't be? And honey, when I say I was dedicated to that valley, I say I was dedicated to that valley, sis. That valley was quite literally my life. If it was destroyed, bye bitch, there I go.
But that poor girl I sacrificed myself in the woods for? She was worth more. I sprinted, like olympic track sprinted to get to this girl. After seeing Daphne turn into a tree there was no way I was going to let someone else die near me again. No, ma'am. This is still such a vivid memory I have. So vivid actually, I made a whole collection off it. I named it the "Blood of Roses" Collection, it was like... tight, fall, shic. A lot of red carpet material. A few leather pieces. Green, red, white, brown, staple colors. Sounds like an odd combination, but I made it work. Especially since it well, sold out just hours after the launch.
Was that a lot? I feel like, that was a lot. Definitely a lot to process, so let me break it down. When I got stabbed by nasty predator man and died, Artemis noticed and saved the girl before the man could catch up and snatch her up. She killed the creep, saved the girl (the girl became a Hunter of Artemis, fun fact), then saw my freshly dead body, and was like, you look a lot prettier alive. Then she took me to Cybelle, queen fixed me up, but like... I became mortal. It had something to do with Terms and Agreements but like... even in the Underworld, I never read that. And Queen Kym has a little bit a jealous streak sometimes. Like we'll be talking and she'll through shade at Aglaea. Like, girl, I get it. It's rough being irrelevant but no need to be messy.
Surprise, surprise! I became a Hunter of Artemis. Look, as a lady, I kicked ass. I still kick ass right now though and look fabulous while doing it. If I was Amaratha right now, I knew she would've pulled off these boots so well. Okay tea but, Kym really had something to say about me joining the Hunters of Artemis. She was so salty for actual centuries, can you believe? Goddesses, I tell you. Hold grudges till the end of time. But, you know, fashion and gossip aside, the Hunters really were a family. Like when I tell you I truly would've died for every single one of those ladies, I'm telling the truth. I love them so much, and honestly, it's a shame I can't be apart of such a wonderful group anymore. But at the same time, I think the family I'm going to have here at Camp as well, is going to be a group of individuals I'm gonna be very excited to get to know.
#HumbleBrag but I kind of like... stopped a war. I'm not saying it to like, be obnoxious or anything but it is something that I have to mention. I can't just be like, "I was a Hunter of Artemis and then I died! The End :)". Because then I'd be miss a huge part of the story, and... as honorable as it is, bleeding out on an altar is not fun, no matter what anyone tells you. It is painful, it is excruciating, honestly, humiliating at some points to be surrounded by your friends as you literally bleed to death. I mean, obviously I wasn't there to see when I died but I heard that when they finally removed my body, the altar was stained red for centuries. So that's a story for the grandchildren. Definitely.
We back in black, honey! After all, black goes with everything. As nice as the Elysium is, I feel like... it got boring quick. Like the idea of an afterlife is cute and everything, but in the Elysium I had no motivation to do anything. Everyday was wake up, hang out, go back to sleep. There was no excitement, there was no purpose. Simply put, it stank. As a creative individual, I needed inspiration, I needed something new. And that, that's what really went into my choice. Honestly though, if I saw where life was going to take me, I think I would've re-thought reviving at that period in time because like... it's not very pretty, honey. Shoutout to Queen Kym though! Honestly, if there's anyone I could be adopted by—honestly wait, is that even how that worked? Regardless, if there's anyone I could be adopted by, it'd be Kymopoleia. In a lot of ways, I really feel her struggle. And we are kind of a fabulous duo so.
At this point like, I can't say much 'cause this is my mom's story and not really mine. But, I will say before I like disappear for a little, I want it to be known Kym had the hots for Li Fen, like, she'd never admit it right now but woo girl. Sis, I might've not been alive yet, but you ask her about Li Fen, and suddenly all the oceans are peaceful, crops are going back, the environment is restoring itself. Unfortunately, my other mom is dead, so we can't get much input from her. Though, I could pop in real quick and ask Li Fen her opinion and like thoughts from the Underworld if anyone wants. I think that'd be a really interesting video. I'm actually going to write that down...
So, I've been quiet for a little bit—rightfully so, this is such a beautiful story, I literally cannot bring myself to interrupt. Like from what I remember of my mortal mother, she was always so sweet and quiet, but the sadness I saw in her eyes even as a kid? That always stuck with me. And when I found out why, it hurt like... It hurt like I was her. Don't get me wrong, I love Kymopoleia, love her to death. But to have someone leave you like that? With no warning, nothing. I'd be... I'd be a mess. I'd be sobbing one day, swearing the vengeance the next. In that way, I think I understand a lot of the insurgences you see nowadays. Broken Covenant, Champion of Orthys, even some of the bitter feelings in Camp. It comes from neglect, abandonment. No one wants to be left. Let me get my fan, sis, I think I'm gonna cry.
What did I say about really long story? Honestly, this is the fourth time I've been alive and I honestly don't even think we're halfway through the story yet. Like... the last three incarnations are a lot more... exciting for the first three if that makes sense. I like to think it's because of when Kymopoleia really started doing some work, because my mom's an icon, of course she's the one that spiced it up. No hate to Ancient Greece and my homegirl Artemis, but sometimes Greek food can be a little bland. Like how much Greek yogurt are you going to have before you ask for some red bean buns and tang yuan? Sometimes we just gotta switch it up. Sprinkle some pepper on it, add some paprika. No one can survive off of grapes and pita bread. Also, encase anyone's wondering, red bean buns and tang yuan are both delicious. Some of my favorite Chinese desserts.
Did you get a whole three day party when you were born? Yeah, didn't think so. And like I said, I'm stunning in all my forms.
I actually hate it here. Like looking back, I literally could never catch a break. I got married off, died in the wilderness like a clown, got stabbed by some creepy rando, died as a sacrifice, revived as the prince of a Chinese emperor, and then I died at literally age ten. I the majority of life is just the short end of the stick. As much as I loved my mom, I don't think very much of this period because like... there wasn't much to think about. I literally died ten years into my life because I basically got kidnapped by bandits. Well... not bandits. But like, I got kidnapped. And then died. At ten. Literally ten. This was literally six hundred years ago and I'm honestly, still not over it. Also fun story to tell at parties, Kymopoleia killed every single one of those bandits after I died. Never mess with a goddess, even if a minor one.
This... takes a much darker turn, in my opinion. I feel like... it's inappropriate to comment on this part of my life because it was... very, very dark. People talk to me about struggle and... I felt, every single bit of it. Every single bit of struggle from this point onwards. There was no luxury and three day celebrations, only pain... a lot of hard work. I am sincerely grateful for my iyaiya because she taught me so much, even when I was just dropped in her lap like the useless child I was. She rose me like her own and I will always appreciate that. Honestly, I still use so many life lessons from her, I just... If she was hear right now. Honestly, all the female figures in my life that I've grown up with, I love them. I love them so much.
I vividly remember this monster among all the monsters I fought when... I was Abeo. I mean, how can I not, it literally killed me. But, just... the fear I felt facing this thing. My heart was pounding in my ears. I was running around the field like a mad man. I remember it was still late evening, just an hour or so after the slaves had been called from the fields. I had been sent into town to do an errand and on my way back, it attacked. I was running like I had just robbed a bank. I don't think I've ever ran so fast in my life. And it didn't help that the Keres was just straight up, unpleasant to look at it. This woman, bird thing with fifteen feet wings and sharp, poisonous claws? Sounds cool until it's chasing you all the way back to your plantation. I died in the fields—from a monster. From a world that I just briefly encountered every few months. Just another part of my life. Not something I'd ever thought would kill me. Oh my gosh. I need, like a huge moment. In... In lighter news. This next part, I believe is... not less emotional, but something... less heavy. So, let's... let's get into it.
To be honest, compared to the other like... five incarnations. I definitely think the start of this is much more simple and less extravagant than the others. Which is really ironic because what I get a lot when people me their first impressions of me, is that I'm the exact opposite. And like, I get it. I'm not what you expect from someone born in the nineteenth century. Besides the fact that most people from the nineteenth century are dead.
I love, love, love, storms, so much. Always have, always will. I'd like to think it's probably a Kymopoleia thing but honestly, they're everything. I have storm inspired clothes, I drew storms all the time when I was little. If Halloween was a thing when I was little, I would've dressed up as a whole ass storm. Whatever that would look like. They're so fascinating, especially at sea. Tornadoes are scary, but watersprouts? That shit both scared me as a kid and amazed me. A tornado over water? You've got to be kidding me. I assure you, if I had been born in the 2000s, I would've watched Octonauts as a kid and would've absolutely loved it. And yes, I know what Octonauts is. Don't judge me. Kids shows are novelty.
Okay, so this earring is actually what catapulted me into fashion. When I was little, I used to draw a lot. I did a lot of nature scenes, but slowly I felt myself more and more drawn to clothing. I'd draw like the outfits people would wear when they came into my mom's store. I kept a whole journal, and I knew almost every customer simply by the things they tended to wear. Sometimes, when I was feeling bold or knew a customer really well, I'd suggest something to them to try out. And honestly, it'd give me so much pride when they came back the next week with my suggestion.
The earring that Kymopoleia gave me really inspired me to pursue it more, and although I didn't have much in my closet, it really pushed my to more with what I had. Imagine being a fashion icon at fourteen. All thanks to Kymopoleia. That's so crazy to think about, if I'm gonna be real. Like... I was literally inspired to get into designing because my god mother gave me a really expensive looking earring and I literally could not get enough of it. That's legend status right there. So little can go so far.
I remember this so clearly. The first thing I ever made was this black chiffon top. It was large and shoulderless, and whenever I wore it, I tuck it into my breeches. It was certainly a different look, but I personally love it, and it caught traction in its own way. I was asked to make so many copies of that shirt. People would walk into my store and be like, do you have the shirt in stock? And I was like of course, come on in. I was pretty much the model for my clothing so this happened often.
I thought I was on crack before I even knew crack was a thing. Like when I had that dream, not only was my mind completely blown, but like the proportions of my world had been shattered. I had only lived my life in California, I went to church on Sundays with my mom, and worked continuously. That was it. The strangest my life had ever gotten before that point was the occasional monster attack but even then like... My mom was highkey so irrelevant, that I could not only go months between them, but I literally had a two year gap between one of my monster attacks. I personally think I'm a snack, but I don't know, maybe monsters have different taste.
Little did I know, I was never going to see my precious store ever again. I mean, now I have an international brand but like still, that shop held such a precious place in my heart. I tried finding it once, but Los Angeles has changed so much, that even the street my shop was on looks so different, I can't remember where it used to be.
Mary Anne was the first... otherworldly person I had ever really met. Kymopoleia in my mind, doesn't count because I never knew it was her. But having someone say to you, "I'm a daughter of a Poseidon", suddenly everything changes. I swear, every second, my world view was just completely changing, it was wild.
Okay, so... Mary Anne's from Camp Half-Blood. I literally had no idea Camp Half-Blood even existed until she told me about her whole quest thing. And honestly at the time, I was kind of... I wouldn't say upset, but like, yeah, overwhelmed. Really overwhelmed. It's so much information to take in, in just a couple of days. Also, the fact that Kym K didn't feel the need to mention Camp Half-Blood in the dream she sent me, made me a little salty. You're telling me this demigod safe haven where I could meet other demigods and get in touch with my godly heritage was literally in the same country—and then I don't even get to know it existed? What must I do around here to get some respect?
I was not a fan, at all. The hell you mean steal Poseidon's trident? Do I look like I'm trying to die for a sixth time? Humans are fragile and expendable, and I wasn't sure on the extent of my powers, and if I could drown, and I wasn't intent on finding out. But like, here we were, about to go steal Poseidon's trident. Kym owed me big time and she knew it.
That quest might've been one of the most stressful things I've ever had to do. Every moment in Poseidon's palace was nerve-wracking. We never knew when we were going to be caught, when the jig was going to be up. It was a literal miracle that we managed to get in and out of the place undetected, especially because neither of us are in no way a child of Hermes. It really would've paid off to have one with us at the time, but I suppose Kymopoleia didn't think that part of it through when she was telling Mary Anne what to do.
In my defense, the man who offered me the lotus drink was hot. And when I say hot, I mean Greek god, scultped abs, gorgeous. When a god of a man asks you for a drink, why would you say no? He was so nice and charming too. It was just... so hard to resist his charms. And well, now that I think about it. I never got his name. Maybe if I go back to the Lotus Hotel & Casino, I might find him again. I wonder how good he is in bed...
I love Morpheus now, but when I first met him, I swear this man got on my every last nerve. The first of it was this whole quest to go get this golden apples for him. Like, in my mind it was "He's literally a god, why does he need us to do this for him?" But since then I've learned, gods don't like to talk motivation very often. And no matter how much I pry, he, still to this day, has not told me why he had us go on that quest. Like I said, Morpheus drives me nuts. In a good way now, at least
I'm kind of blushing right now, if I'm going to be honest. Morpheus? Kind of a sweetheart when you get to know him. Just kind of though. I can't cut him all the slack just because I'm in love with him.
Morpheus still clowns me for that. I swear I didn't mean to fall asleep on him like that, especially when he was being all romantic and stuff, but I was exhausted. This trek took literal weeks, I was low on money, and inflation had been kicking my bank account's ass. He was cute, but beauty sleep was cuter, what can I say?
This is the only other time I've ever run so fast in my life. It's funny how death really gets your adrenaline kicking. Demigods really are hard-wired to survive, isn't that iconic?
Five words. Scariest moment of my life. Do you know what Ladon's breaths smells like? Acid. Actualy acid. I could literally feel my face corroding off, some part of me really felt like it was about to bet the end. But by some lucky streak, I wriggled free and sprinted for my life bitch. I was Usain Bolt before Usain Bolt was even born. The Bee Gees? Wrote Stayin' Alive just for me.
The Camp Infirmary wasn't really what I was expecting when it came to welcomes, but I was glad to be alive, so like... I wasn't complaining, you know?
The immense feeling of feeling that I did not belong all my life returned full force. Even when I find out I'm a demigod and there's a place for demigods, oh great, there's literally no place for me. You know how humiliating that was? Especially after everything I had been through? I had abandoned my store for a safe haven that I didn't even get to be in. Naturally, I was infuriated. And I left! I left to apsire for other things. Now that I was immortal, I decided to return back to the mortal world and do all the things I would've done if it wasn't for the demigod life.
I started a shop in New York where I sold clothes. It was in Brooklyn, a small place but it will always have a big place in my heart. The process was slow, but I began to get to big. I opened another shop in a different part of New York, and it just continued from then on. Alongisde that, I began spending more time with Morpheus. I didn't really know where I classified on the scale since I was now immortal, but it didn't stop me very much from staying away from Morpheus. And yes, I did get that full version of the confession.
Life has treated me well since then, I think. It's been decades, and I'm an established name now. Though it's been... interesting covering up my immortal happenings. The majority of my company is made up of demigods and the like so, I just kind of people rotate for me important positions so everyone thinks I'm dead but like... I'm not actually dead, you know? Morpheus and me... I don't want to say dated, because I honestly have no idea how that works. But we pursued an estranged relationship of sorts, and I'm still very happy with his company. Though I do warn him that if I find a better looking man that him, I will leave.
When I heard from a friend that they were making a Kymopoleia cabin, I decided to return back to camp. Was I still bitter? Yes, a little, but I was willing to put that past me to meet other children of Kymopoleia. She's a minor goddess, but I think the family I meet there will be worth seeing. I've always wanted a sister anyway. Not that I mind a brother or two. We can... play football? Or whatever men do these days. I barely keep up with stuff anymore. It's such a hassle. The only thing I pay attention is fashion trends, and that's the tea.