Sang Yi

-157cm; 5'1"
-Curvy and thin, is soft-looking and has short torso and long arms and legs.
-Slim neck and round head and face, delicate features. Small mouth with thin lips, small button nose, big sharp-looking dark brown eyes with thin brows.
-Short straight black hair that reaches barely over her ears, has crooked straight bangs and undercut.
-Dresses in oversided, gothic-styled clothes that are usually dark in colour. Likes to wear simple chokers and bracelets and often puts on rather colourful nail polish.
-Has deep scars from being tied up on her neck, wrists and ankles, usually covers them. In addition her whole body is full of small scars here and there.

Imaginative
Quirky
Random
Perceptive
Intelligent
Does not bide by norms
Has no inhibitions
Free spirit
Does what she wants when she wants
Weird
Empathetic but ignores it
Seems emotionless, but is just good at hiding them
Prefers to be an observes or a critic
Life is a story and she is the omniscient narrator
Separates herself from people
Enjoys physical contact and body warmth
Afraid of real connection and emotional intimacy
Afraid of the dark and small spaces
Terrified of rats and other similar rodents

Active Abilities:
None

Passive Abilities:
Absolutely none

Weaknesses:
Still none

Sang was born to a young human couple in South Korea, and she grew up and lived in a normal environment until she was 7. But one day the apartment building Sang and her family, now including her toddler younger brother, lived in collapsed due to a gas leak and a major explosion. Sang's parents died almost instantly when they were crushed under a pile of rubble while shielding Sang and her younger brother. Sang stayed alive under her parents' dead bodies but her brother died in her arms.
The building was outside the city and thus it took a while before the authorities came to the scene. This was why a group of wererats were able to raid the rubble. And they found Sang alive and unconscious and, thinking she might be of use or good entertainment, kidnapped her. They took her with them to the sewers, and for the years to come Sang would never see sunlight.

Sang was kept captive by the wererats for 8 years, and she experienced horrors while down in the sewers. She was starved and abused and tortured and much more, and all because her screams and fear was entertainment for the recluse wererats. Sang was kept in an old, damp sewer chamber where her only company between the suffering were rats that chewed on her fingers and toes. And if Sang hurt even one rat the wererats punished her severely.
She barely kept her sanity by writing with dirt on a tattered old book she once found in the sewers. She made all her experiences a work of fiction, something that was happening to someone else. Sang hid the book behind a brick in the chamber and by using the little light she had she desperately wrote, wrote, wrote so her mind would not be taken by the pain and darkness.

The wererats also ate human flesh, and during the time Sang was their captive their community grew rapidly, too rapidly, and all the missing person cases in the surrounding area caught the attention of the veil agents. One day, after they gathered enough evidence, the wererats' lair was swept by veil agents. And they found, in an isolated chamber, a 15-year-old human girl with terror in her eyes. But that terror turned into such intense relief and joy after seeing other humans Sang fainted, and stayed unconscious for almost a week. And when she woke up she was free, and in a land filled with creatures from her imagination.
Sang was in Manta Carlos.

It was deemed Sang was too involved in the supernatural community, and erasing her memory of it all would seriously damage her psyche. So Sang was allowed to enroll into the Starlight academy's remedial class. Sang was severely mentally damaged and after few months on the island she had to be put into the islets for her own and others' safety. Sang went through a lot of therapy and studied hard, and when she turned 17 she was released from the islets back into normal classes at the academy. Sang was still strange, she would always be, but maybe this was exactly the reason why Manta Carlos felt home for her. It didn't feel real to her, it was like an imaginary world where Sang could weave her stories in.

Sang has now enrolled into college and studies creative writing. During her years on the island Sang met some friends she now shares a house with.

Lives in an apartment with a group of friends
Her novels get published in literature magazines and she earns some money from them
Receives allowance from the academy