Hajoon

Hajoon has soft and short black hair that falls across his forehead.  He stands at six-foot-three-inches, towering above most other people, but he has a scrawny frame, making him a generally unintimidating force.  He has dark eyes and an angular face, along with pale skin and Asian features.

## Bear Information

Hajoon’s bear is a female polar bear, named Vine.  Unlike most Bearers, he is a Bearheart — they found each other when Hajoon was seventeen years old.  She was impressed with the perseverance he seemed to carry with him, and decided to stick with him, despite his age.

## Personality

Hajoon stands with a perfect posture at all times — back straight, head held high, dismissive look on his face, always. His appearance is always perfectly groomed, and he always walks with a smooth and confident gait. He'd be mortified if anyone saw him without any of these things — not that that's likely, as the only time he's not doing any of those is when he's asleep. Appearance matters to him more than anything — he constantly makes sure that everything about his looks is as perfect as it can be. He's a little stuck up, and tends to think that his way of thinking and doing things is the best way. Although he’s young, he tends to act like a much more experienced adult, bossing others around (even though they tend not to listen to him) and walking around with the authority of a much older and more experienced man. He is also very dedicated to his duties, the first to volunteer for anything that needs doing and the first to help anyone else, should they ask him for it (even if he's already finished his share of work for that day, or if he's tired, or even if he doesn't like the person). He's stoic and stern, always acting like the world's harshest mentor training the world's worst apprentice. He doesn't show much of his emotions, especially around people he doesn't know, and he tends to keep most of his feelings close to his chest. He never really snaps at others, as he doesn't have that much of a temper, but he does have a sassy streak for cats that get on his nerves and can be surprisingly passive aggressive. He is a religious rule-follower — in fact, he's terrified of breaking any rules and especially breaking any laws, scared of the consequences of his actions and too worried to step a toe out of line. Often, he will try to use his height to intimidate those around him to obey the rules, but they tend not to listen (sure, he's tall, but where's his muscle?) and shrug him off. After these occasions, he's not quite sure how to feel — happy that he was shrugged off, sad the person didn't listen to him, or disappointed in himself for using his height to his advantage; after all, his height makes him stand out, and standing out is a bad thing. While he's not the most well-liked person around, his heart is in the right place — all he really wants to do is care for the people around him however he can. At the end of the day, he even wants people he doesn't like to be content (preferably, not around him, but content none-the-less). He’s not against new people being around him, but he is going to be extremely suspicious of them for a while before he actually accepts them. He has a small list of fears, including spiders (especially big ones), the sound of thunder, and wasps. Like his fear of breaking the rules, these fears are debilitating, and he can't function when he's being affected by them. He tends not to think of romance much, so when/if it would happen to him it would go completely over his head — for one thing, he wouldn't expect a person to want to be with him, of all people (self-esteem issues? In this house? It’s more likely than you think!), and anything he was feeling would be ignored and expected to pass. He would also just let any hints someone may send his way fly over his head — in fact, he'd probably not even notice them in the first place, and would remain blissfully ignorant until a person smacked him in the face with what was happening to and around him.

## History

Though he wasn’t aware of it at the time, and still isn’t completely aware of how strange his upbringing was, Hajoon was born into {one of the bear cults}.  From a young age, he was taught to sit up straight, maintain his appearance, and maintain a perfect gait — like he was a noble, despite the fact that he, and everyone else in the group he was born into, didn’t have a drop of noble blood in their veins.  Everytime an adult clicked their tongue, it meant that a child was doing something wrong, so every one of them would have to correct something; to this day, he’d automatically correct his posture or walk at the sound. Rules were an important thing to his mother, and should he break them, he would be punished severely.  Him and all the other children were taught (aside from all the typical things about bears and how important they were) that everyone in their group would be perfectly equal — no one would feel inferior for inadequate for any reason, that they were meant to praise those who had been blessed with bears rather than have any themselves, and their equality was necessary to do so.  As he grew older, however, that proved to be untrue — he was becoming taller than everyone else, and that was an advantage; he towered over the rest of his age group, he’d run faster due to his longer legs, he was more agile because of his lithe frame, and all of that was a problem. His peers started to criticize him, ripping into him for every failure he’d make, and even his mother would join in on it.  There was no one to comfort him for his growing fears; his age group would laugh and jeer at him for them and his mother simply ignored him. He tried to hunker down on himself to fit in on himself, but that was the wrong posture and would be corrected by the adults — harshly, as he wasn’t a kit anymore, and they had no time to teach him the lessons he was supposed to learn when he was younger. He was released from the group when he was twelve years old, and was devastated; it was the only home he’d ever known, and didn’t know where to go from there.  Eventually, though, he left Springwind and Gethi entirely, spending a few years working as a shiphand before he found himself in Cimo at seventeen, where he met Vine.