pretty boy
Words have no power to impress the mind without the exquisite horror of their reality.
Faceclaim: Kim Dongyoung/Doyoung/NCT
Full Name: Jung Seojun, goes by Elliot
Nickname(s): Elliot, Eli
Age: 21 at the point of death, now 63
Date of birth: February 1, 1955
Date of death: April 3, 1976
Cause of death: Hit by a car while intoxicated; blood loss
Ability: Literature prodigy
Family: Mother and father (both deceased)
Sin: Pride
Residence: Superbia 200
Occupation: English professor and part-time model at Yunique Modeling Agency
Eli comes across as charming and flirty, often using his looks to get him what he wants. He’s calm and collected when you
first get to know him, mature and helpful with an edgy aesthetic that could appeal to even the youngest people in Limbo. However, as anyone would expect from someone who almost landed a place in hell due to their pride, he’s full of himself and vain. He’s confident in both his looks and intelligence, and he wont let anyone have control over him. He’s not exactly heartless, just rather selfish with ulterior motives for almost everything he does. At the end of the day, his pride is used to conceal underlying weakness and vulnerability. He feels that no one has the power to hurt him if he doesn’t let anything get him down.
The most prominent weakness he has is women. Due to his past, he has the fear of getting too close to females and losing them, afraid that one day they’ll disappear as some other residents of Limbo had. As a result he’s hesitant to genuinely fall for any woman in Limbo, however he treats them with respect. While experimenting with men in Limbo, he discovered a peaked interest in them as well, something that would’ve never been accepted while he was alive.
Elliot had an easy beginning to his life. He was born into a wealthy family with kind parents, ones who did their best to give him the quality of life they always wanted for themselves. From a young age he was intelligent, easily learning multiple languages and excelling in classes. He grew up well-liked by everyone around him, especially popular with girls who he would charm and drop later when someone else caught his attention. They continued to come back to him no matter what, and that was when he realized that he could get what he wanted with just his looks.
At the age of 19 he was cast by a modeling agency. It was a job that allowed him to show off his appearance, which was what he was the most confident in. Discovering that everyone else found him attractive made him feel incredible, and he soon became obsessed with the attention he was receiving. After a short amount of time he gathered enough money to move into his own apartment in Seoul. Once he got to know the other models they began to out partying, but it was extremely rare for them to all leave together at the end of the night, most of them (including himself) going home with strangers.
While out at a club one of these nights, he caught sight of the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. He approached her and everything spiraled into both his rise and downfall from there. With an overwhelming amount sexual tension between them, he found himself spending the night with her in the most luxurious hotel they could find. After the first night, he paid her and asked to meet her again.
They continued that cycle for awhile, meeting up and having it end with them waking up together in bed, a bit of extra cash slipped into the girl’s pocket. He grew to like not only her looks, but her personality as well. He soon learned that her name was Jo, and eventually he enjoyed just having her around, talking to her and getting to know her. He cut off any connections he had to other women and stopped going out as much. What he would never tell her was that he developed feelings for her about three months before she passed away.
On December 19th, 1975, he discovered that she’d been killed. Losing her was a harsh blow to the otherwise perfect life he had. He was more devastated than he’d ever been in his before to lose her. He isolated himself for almost a week after that, not talking to anyone, hardly going out, and barely eating enough to keep any energy. No one else had ever managed to get through to him enough to be able to hurt him, and that was the first time he’d experienced true feelings of selflessness– of pity. When he managed to get himself together, he personally funded the girl’s funeral and swore to move on with his life. He was just beginning to, until a few months later when his mother passed away as well.
He considers his mother’s death to be the tipping point that ultimately led to his death. Everyone was worried sick about him, but ultimately he could only care about his own feelings. Maybe he would still be alive if he let other people in, but he didn’t, relying on only himself. He told himself that he could fix his own problems– that he was enough and no one was better than he was at taking care of himself. He began to go out drinking every night and would drown himself in alcohol, using his looks to sleep with every woman that he could find solely for the comfort and attention. It worked out for him for over a month, until one of those nights his reckless lifestyle proved to be part of his own demise as he stumbled drunkenly through the streets. Almost blackout drunk with no control of his body or mind, he could barely see the blaring headlights of the car before it crashed into him.
Eli didn’t expect much after he died. He didn’t believe in heaven or hell, but what he expected least was to wake up in the middle of Seoul as if everything was just a nightmare. However, he soon discovered that this wasn’t Seoul or a nightmare, and he definitely wasn’t alive. He was vain, too prideful, and he just nearly escaped an eternity in hell.