Realistic or Modern ᴢɪᴘ ɪᴛ, ʟᴏᴄᴋ ɪᴛ, ᴘᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ {𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵}

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  “Three may keep a secret...”
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Almost everyone has done something they regret. Regret may have come immediately after, instantaneously striking you with that overwhelming feeling of guilt. Though it may be delayed. The realization may take time to settle. It grows steadily like a seed that was planted and watered. Regret may not even show it's ugly head until the aftermath of it all. When the consequences are too great to handle and it seems better to have never taken action in the first place.
  
  For a few, regret never comes.
  

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  It was hot, the summer heat at it's highest all season. The lack of rain made the weather uncomfortably dry. A single bus drove down an only desolate road in the middle of the rural parts of the North Jelloa Province in South Korea. It wasn't meant to take this route, but construction and a detour brought the bus driver on a confusing twist through back roads instead of the main highway. They were obvious lost, since the bus ride had already been almost an hour over the original 4 and a half hour trip. It probably didn't help that it was night and there wasn't a single light and little to no visible signs.
  
  Rain clouds had ominously been looming overhead for the majority of the day. It seemed a storm was brewing in more than one way. The bus, running from Seoul to Gwangju, was supposed to arrive at 10pm. It was now 11:47pm and they were no closer to reaching their detestation than they were an hour ago. The bus was practically empty. Only 6 passengers remained. Grumbling to themselves about the time, sleeping, or just staring out the window as quiet rain began to patter against the window to pass the time. They were very unaware that they wouldn't make it to the city anytime soon.
  
  Was it a sick twist of fate that brought these souls together? Even if none of them knew, they all held one thing in common. They all were running. Running from the same monster. Each with a deadly secret to keep. Each being hunted by an evil much greater than just one man. They say you don't mess with the Jopok, or the Korean Mafia, and survive. This unlucky crew seemed to have done just that. They may have poked the bear on accident, or completely on purpose, but they now have a target on their backs.
  
  As the bus came to a slow and eventually stopped on the side of the road, they now became sitting targets. After a check under the hood, it was clear that the bus wasn't moving another inch, let alone the miles they still needed to go in order to get to Gwangju. They were stranded. Without phone service, no one really knew what to do. But just one lucky thing happened. A road sign indicating a town just one mile away. Maybe they had a phone they could use, or a repair man. If anything they probably at least had one place to stay for the night instead of sleeping in the bus.
  
  It had only been sprinkling when they all got out of the bus. About half way to the town, the soft patter of rain had spend up to an almost downpour. Arriving to the so called "town" was just as much as a let down. It wasn't more than a tiny farming village surrounded mostly by rice fields and hills.ad worse? The only place they had to stay was a very very old inn with only one of the suits. Thankfully with two bedrooms, but 7 people in one space? It was just one night. They could do one night.
  
  Well, it wouldn't be just one night. With the only repair man in the nearby radius out of town to help with a family member for the next three weeks, it looked like they were in for the long haul. And it wasn't like they wanted to call in a taxi and be able to be tracked. Maybe being in the middle of nowhere wasn't so bad when you're supposed to be in hiding. Or maybe it was worse than anyone of them could have pictured. Let's just cross our fingers and hope that no one catches up to our hopelessly stranded strangers. Better get cosy. It was going to be a very very long 20 days.
  
  

  the enemy--

  The Lee family has ran one of the leading gangs within the Korean underground since the early 1970s. Being involved with drugs, human trafficking, weapon dealing, extortion, and more, they are a force to be reckoned with. The current leader is Lee Owen who took over when his father retired and moved to Singapore.
  
  Their operation is linked to other large gangs in the United States, China, Japan, and Hong Kong. Based out of Incheon, they have many branches within other cites like Busan and Mokpo. More than just Kkangpae, or common street thugs, they are highly organized. A well oiled machine, the Lee clan is notorious. It's leaders are all wanted by the government. It helps, though, that they have their fingers playing puppeteer there too. They are bad news for anyone who crosses them or ends up on their bad side. You're basically a dead man walking if you try.
  
  

  the village--

  The people in this very small village are quiet, mostly distrusting of strangers since not many come around. Their main occupation is farming. Located in the south west part of North Jelloa Province, it's fairly close to mountains and temples. There isn't much there. There is a single "Inn" as it's called by it's owners. It's mostly just a small apartment off of this older couple's home. With three bedrooms, a common area, and a kitchen, it's definitely a tight squeeze for 9 people. Thankfully they told the bus driver he could sleep on their couch.
  
  The floors are creaky, the roof leaks when it rains, and the furniture is probably from the 60s. But it's only 3 weeks. Three very long and boring weeks. Other than homes, there is basically nothing but wilderness around. Feel free to go on walks in the hills, the scenery is beautiful. That is really the only perk of being here.
  
  

  the rules--

  
  1) be nice
  2) ages 18-30 4 characters
  3) discord ya'll
  4) this is a krp friends, you know the drill
  5) have fun!
  
  

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  “...if two are dead."
  
  
  “...if two are dead.”
  
  
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  "It was an accident, but no one will believe me when I tell them."

  
  

  Blood Guilty
  male
  
  He is honestly a good person. Someone who has never done anything wrong in his life. He's got it good, everything together with his dreams mapped out and within reach. But then it fell apart. Being with the wrong person as the wrong time brought on a fight that he wasn't prepared for. It all happened so fast, but by the time it was over, there was blood on his hands. It was an accident, truly, he never meant to kill the other person. Even worse, the person who died? Was the child of a mafia boss. He couldn't tell anyone, he had to get out, to escape. Otherwise they'd kill him. And going to the police? They'd throw him in prison. He wouldn't last one day in there. His perfect life? Gone in the blink of an eye.

  
  
  

  "He can't find me. I won't let it happen. This is my only chance."

  
  

  Wayward Child
  Female
  
  She's grown up all her life knowing that her family was on the wrong side of the law. Though her father never explicitly told her when she was younger, he never tried to hide it either. As she grew, he began to groom her and her two siblings to follow in his foot steps. He'd need someone to take over the family business, but this wasn't the life that she wanted. It was cruel, harsh, and unjust. Not to mention incredibly dangerous. Once she heard of the death of her brother, she knew that her father would pressure her even further to be the one to step up, since she was more capable than their other sibling. That shock was enough to tell her to get out. She knows that her father will do anything to get her back. He's probably even ordered that she'd be returned alive. But she's even more certain he never even mentioned without harm.

  
  
  

  "I know it wasn't mine, but I couldn't let them have it."

  
  

  The Mole
  Male
  
  He knew this was a terribly good idea when he started on it. Somehow the boss got his hands on a very important database. One the man in charge wanted to use. For some reason, he wanted to have it for himself. It wasn't his to take, but be it for money, power, or justice, he needed it. So, with sticky fingers and a bit of luck, he was able to get his hands on the information. It was his. A single usb drive with billion dollar information. Maybe he's sure what he's going to do with it, or maybe he's not. Whatever the case, the boss knew he was the only person who could have pulled this whole thing off. He knows it's just a matter of time before they try to catch up to him. His goal is to keep that from happening.

  
  
  

  "This is what I get for cheating. I'm so dead."

  
  

  Spare Ace
  Female
  
  She was good, and she knew it. The numbers all in her favor, an expert at counting cards. She had worked her way up for a long time in small casinos to start with now up to high risk games. With a seat costing a million dollars, she was set to win more money than she had ever before. Playing with those in organized crime was not only dangerous but also illegal. To cheat in that game proved she had a death wish. She won the first time, unsurprisingly, and then again, and again the third round. Well, if she had just taken her money and ran, things would have been fine. That last game proved her a cheater, one that cheated an underground crime ring out of millions of dollars. And oh ho was the Boss mad. She somehow made it out alive, but how much longer can she keep her life?

  
  
  

  "Hey come on. It was a business deal. I didn't realize that it was your toes I stepped on."

  
  

  The Businessman
  Male
  
  Ok, so it was probably a bad idea. But it was going to score him so much cash. Someone just sitting on that many grams of the good stuff was just begging to be looked into. It could really take his rinky-dink drug dealer gig to the next level. They had enough money, couldn't they share? They could be idiots keeping that stash and would have never pick up on the fake bills. A bit of persuasion got him the deal, and knowing a friend of a friend who could counterfeit money made the plan perfect. He almost got away with it too. But he didn't. They found out the cash he was attempting to buy millions of dollars worth of hard drugs with was fake. You guessed it, they were mad. He didn't know how he escaped their first attack on his house. Good intuition I guess. But he definitely can't go back now. It was before he could even make his first sale too. Bummer...

  
  
  

  "Tell me this isn't happening. This wasn't even my bus."

  
  

  Guilty By Association
  Female
  
  Curse her terrible habit of running late. Curse the fact the bus came a few minutes early. Could she have worse luck? All she wanted to do was travel in a fast and cheap way to visit her grandmother, was that too hard to ask? But no. She had to miss her first bus, and now this one breaks down? She's trapped with five strangers in the middle of nowhere. This is a nightmare to her. And she only knows half the story. When bullets start flying she'll start wondering who the heck these people really are. Sorry grandma, she'll be very late to dinner
  

  
  

  "I know all his dirty little secrets. I won't tell I just want out."

  
  

  The Mistress
  Female
  
  All she wants is a fresh start. She was well aware that he was married and his line of work wasn't exactly legal, yet she didn't let it dissuade her from perusing a relationship with the crime boss. She was young, dumb, and willing to take the risk. It seemed exciting, and he was rich and showered her with gifts. As time went on, she learned things. She was almost like a personal therapist for his problems. Secret after secret was locked inside her mind, further binding her to him. Though love began to fade and he became more and more controlling. His brutal and cruel nature wasn't kept out of their relationship for long, turning very unhealthy rather fast. She wanted to end it and move on with her life. The problem? The information she held. He couldn't let her go and spill everything he ever told her, despite her telling him over and over that she would never. So when she escaped, there was instantly a bounty on her head. At this point, he just wants his secrets die with her. Sooner rather than later.
  

  
  
  

  "I thought I was done with all of this. Just my luck I guess."

  
  

  Ex-Double Crosser
  Male
  
  A life of crime is something he is very familiar with. Because he was deep in it a few years back. Being young when he was inducted as part of one of the largest gangs in South Korea, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Crime was all he knew, it only seemed right that he continued down the path he started on. He slowly built his way up. Then all at once it fell apart. He was caught when a deal went sideways. They left him behind. When he was questioned, it seemed like the only way to save himself was to cut a deal. And it didn't feel too bad since they left him in the dust. Betraying the trust of a gang is a bad idea, yet he gained governmental protection. They ended up taking down an even bigger operation and arresting an even higher man in the chain. That put him permanently on the bad side of some of the most powerful people in the underground. He knows that if he ever comes in contact with anyone associated with the gang, he's dead on sight. But he's just helping his uncle and aunt with their inn and farm in a completely different part of the country, how are they going to find him now?

  
  

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  name

  bae jeong-eun
  

  alias

  Kim Eun
  

  age

  19 (int) 20 (kor)
  

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  male
  

  sexuality

  heterosexual
  

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  incheon, south
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  july 17th, 2000
  

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  blood guilty
  

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  cho seungyoun
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  hair

  Naturally black, he used to dye it but now that would just make him stand out.
  
  

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  dark brown
  
  

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  6 ft / 183 cm
  
  

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  150 lbs / 68 kg
  
  

  body type

  Being active in sports at school, Jeong-Eun is fit. His main sport was track, giving him a more runners type build. He isn't the strongest, but he's light on his feet. He wishes that he would have focused more in taekwondo when he was younger. Maybe he wouldn't be in this mess if he had.
  
  

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  Despite his love for mathematics, Jeon-Eun was always drawn to the arts. He had decided to get one tattoo, and then he got addicted. He even got a few while traveling to make them extra special. His parents never minded, they always told him to express himself however he wanted. His appa even went with him and got a tattoo as well the first time. A little taboo, maybe, but he loves the 7 that he has. Well he did. Now they are a clear sign of who he is. Thankfully he can cover them up if he wears a hoodie. Too bad it's blistering hot right now making it so uncomfortable.
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  There wasn't much to brag about before. Eun never cared much about fashion. He thought it was cool for those who had an eye for it, but he never did. More interested in tinkering than shopping. He never really stood out before. Even more so after the incident. The boy wants to disappear and melt into the crowd. He mostly just wears jeans or sweatpants with sleeves. Sweatshirts, long sleeve shirts, jackets, etc, he doesn't go out without them. Jeong-Eun has a limited wardrobe since all he has is a backpack that he messily packed before he left home. He also used to wear contacts, but now he just wears his glasses. Boy is blind.
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    persona

    If he was known for anything, it was being the quiet kid. Jeong-Eun grew up being shy. He seemed to always be that way. Even if he was quiet, he has always had a deep sense of empathy and responsibility for other people. He may have only had a few friends, but those friendships were strong connections. His warmth and kindness often drew others in. It often surprised others how good of a speaker he actually was when he opened his mouth.
    
    Creative and always looking for new possibilities, Eun likes to find the best solution to the problem. He wants something that will make everyone happy. He is truly an idealistic dreamer in every sense of the word. Maintaining peace is his greatest goal. He has a strong moral compass and sees helping others as his main purpose in life. Altruistic, Jeong-Eun often puts the needs of others ahead of his own.
    
    This need to help others often overshadows his own needs and wants. That trait can lead to quickly burning out if he puts his whole soul into a task and gets nothing in return. Balance is often something he struggles with the most. Perfectionism often gets the better of Jeong-Eun. If he falls short of perfection, which happens because he is human, it can bother him for days. He hold himself accountable for his actions and heavily dwells on his past mistakes. He'll beat himself up over and over again, forcing himself to work harder even if he doesn't have any more to give.
    
    Going hand and hand with being a perfectionist, he's quite sensitive. Any criticism or conflict over principles is often met with a negative emotional response. If someone questions his motives, Jeong-Eun is one to take offense. He'll hold on to that as well. One tiny comment can send him into a downward spiral of questioning himself. Eun cares about how others perceive him. He's worried that letting people know too much will only hurt their view of him. This causes him to be very withdrawn. He was quiet about his personal life and inward feelings before, but now it's almost impossible to get him to open up. That, and if he does, it could lead to his demise.
    
    

    positive traits

    
    Altruistic
    Passionate
    Thoughtful
    Creative
    
    

    negative traits

    
    Perfectionist
    Closed off
    Sensitive
    Dislikes confrontation
    
    

    personality type

    infj-t
    Introverted (85%)
    Intuitive (67%)
    Feeling (63%)
    Judging (78%)
    Turbulent (88%)
    
    

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    math, science, reading, the rain, travel, kiwis, art, being with people, but also his alone time
    
    

    dislikes

    blood, black coffee, mint chocolate chip ice cream, confrontation, yelling, loud noises, being asked questions, and mistakes
    
    

    fears

    Before everything in his life turned upside down, blood never used to bother him. Now Jeong-Eun is very squeamish. Cuts, big or small, his own blood, other people's blood, it doesn't matter. He feels queasy and lightheaded at the sight of an open injury.
    In general, since the accident, Eun is jumpier. The slightest noise or a sudden voice can startle him.
    Of course he's afraid of people knowing the truth. They could tell someone and get him killed or sent to prison. He hates himself enough already, if people knew about what he had done, they'd hate him too.
    
    

    hobbies

    Eun is a bit of a polyglot. He loves to learn new languages. He likes to feel connected to others and by speaking their language it makes them feel closer. The boy can speak conversational English and Japanese, proficient Spanish, and is a beginner in German and mandarin. The English was more in preparation for his move, which isn't happening, and his Spanish is due to his three months spent in Spain. The rest he's read up on and began studying. He is a bit of a natural when it comes to languages. That makes it that much more fun.
    
    
    
    
    
    
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    Bae Jeong-Eun was born on a warm summer's day to loving parents Han-Gyeol and Young-Eun. The couple had been married for about four years prior. He was labeled a miracle baby due to the fact his parents tried for over two and a half years to even get pregnant. He was also born almost two months premature and had a rough start to life. The complications around his birth and the difficulties his parents had lead to them deciding not to have any more children. They definitely had enough love in their hearts to have more kids though.
    
    All that left over nurturing was passed on to Eun. From early on, his parents were incredibly warm and supportive. The family was upper middle class. They lived very comfortably. His mother was the very outgoing and bright type. She worked for the family as a real estate broker for billion dollar apartment complexes and huge estates. They lived in Incheon since the majority of his eomma's work was either in the coastal city or in Seoul which neighbors it. His appa, meanwhile, stayed home with him before he was school aged. A gentle and soft man, he was the perfect stay-at-home dad. He was a genius, with his PhD in anthropology. He instilled in Jeong-Eun a love of learning and science.
    
    When he went to school, that was a whole new world for him. He was most certainly the shiest kid in all his class. Most of the other students really only knew his name as it was in the number one spot. He excelled more specifically in math and science. Even if he was quiet, he was well liked. He became friends with a lot of the girls in his class as he got older. The elementary boys were often times too much for his gentle spirit. He was a good listener and they like to rant a lot. When he hit middle school, he had gotten himself two close friends, Sun-Hee and Tae-Yang who were both girls, who he spent countless hours with. He ran track with them, studied, and just hung out. Though some may have teased him about it, he never really thought much about it. If anyone say that they should date? Ew gross. Those two were like the sisters he never had. No way. (He later found out that Tae-Yang was gay so that was a hard no).
    
    His friend group expanded by one person in the last year of middle school. Tak Ye-Jun had been a transfer student who was assigned to be his desk partner. Since Jeong-Eun was also classroom leader at the time, his teacher assigned him to help get Ye-Jun adjusted to the new school. This forced him to interact with the other boy. In no way would they have become friends if that hadn't happened. As they spent the rest of the year together, they got closer and closer. Ye-Jun started to open up about his home life, which was a mess. He had been in foster care since he was 9 due to his mother being caught up in drugs and his father being non-existent. That was when Jeong-Eun wanted to help the other boy. He felt so much pain and empathy for him.
    
    They became inseparable. They went skateboarding (even if Eun was absolute garbage), to the movies, did every class project together, and spent practically every moment of their day with each other. His parents basically adopted Ye-Jun as their son. He was constantly over at their house. Everything was great between them until their 3rd year of high school. Ye-Jun found a blood relative that he never knew existed. An older half-brother who seemed really cool. It was suddenly all about him. Ye-Jun started spending more time with his brother, which was fine. Jeong-Eun was happy for him. He couldn't imagine what if felt like to finally have a relative who cared about him. That was until he met Ye-Jun's brother.
    
    He knew something was up with the guy. He could tell his brother was bad news. Jeong-Eun didn't want to hurt his friend's feelings by telling him that he thought that he shouldn't hang out with him, but he also felt like Ye-Jun could be in danger if he spent too much time with his brother. They eventually had a conversation about it, and as expected his friend got mad. That was when Eun took a step back. He still spent time with Ye-Jun, but he also knew that his friend was getting involved with some bad people.
    
    Third year came and went, and Eun was finally graduated. He was totally stressed about picking a major for the first semester, but his parents told him not to worry about it. They suggested he take a gap year since he worked so hard in high school. Which he did. During that year he traveled a lot. Some trips with Tae-Yang and Sun-Hee who he still was super close with. Some with his parents, or other family members. And even some on his own. He had gone to Germany, America, Brazil, Iceland, France, China, and Thailand. He had gone for one week to Spain early in the year and fell in love with it. He went back in the spring to live there for three months.
    
    While traveling he learned a lot. Eventually he figured out what he wanted to study. Eun had always been drawn to math, but he wanted a way to help people. Biomedical engineering seemed like the perfect field. He decided to apply to colleges overseas instead of ones in Korea. Much to his surprise, he was accepted into Cal Tech with some pretty nice scholarships. He would have been moving to California in the first week of August in order to begin his undergrad program in the fall.
    
    But he isn't. He can't. Nothing will ever be the same.
    
    Eun had gotten back in late May from Spain. He had been living with his parents while he made his plans and studied up on his English for his big move in a few months. Within that time, Eun checked in on Ye-Jun. He seemed like the same old kid he knew. It wasn't until they hung out once or twice did he notice that something was definitely different about his once closest friend. Of course he wanted to know what was wrong. Of course he wanted to help Ye-Jun. Jeong-Eun always needs to have some sort of cause to be working towards. He should have just dropped his friend when he had the unsettling feeling in his gut. Something told him that things weren't right, and he should have listened to that inner voice of his.
    
    Yet he didn't. Eun decided that he should at the very least spend these last few months he had in Korea with the guy he considered his brother. It was one night that they went out to see a movie. They were walking home late at night in a dark fairly empty road. A shortcut they often took when they were in school to get back to his place. If Jeong-Eun had known why Ye-Jun felt different, he would have never spent time with him. While he had been away, Ye-Jun continued to get closer to his older brother. The brother was bad news like he had thought. Heavily involved in a gang, he was a bad influence on his younger brother. He introduced him to the wrong type of crowd and now Ye-Jun was getting closer and closer to joining himself.
    
    Not only that, but apparently his brother had gotten himself in a bit of trouble with the higher ups of a rival gang. That made Ye-Jun a target for them as well. Unfortunately for the two boys, they ran into three other members of this rival gang. Ones who didn't hesitate to start a fight. It got messy quick, two against one wasn't fair, especially since they had knives on them. Eun had never been in a physical fight in his life. Heck, he'd never even thrown a punch. He was doomed really. It was a life or death situation when one of the bigger older boys cornered him against a wall with a knife being edged closer and closer to his face.
    
    They struggled with the deadly weapon. His stamina was dropping fast. He needed to do something or he was dead or terribly injured. Jeong-Eun pushed with all his might to possibly knock him off balance so that he could wiggle out and take off running. That wasn't what happened. He isn't sure how, but one minute they were pushing the incredibly sharp blade between them, and then next he felt something warm and wet splatter against his face. In absolute horror, he watched as the blade struck the other in the neck, slicing its way off to the side. There was blood everywhere. All over his clothes, his face, his hands, the knife; it was grusome. He had no clue what to do as his opponent fell back, gurgling and choking. He just kind of stood there in complete in utter shock. He couldn't move, he couldn't speak, he couldn't think.
    
    Jeong-Eun had just killed someone. He was a murderer. A monster.
    
    It wasn't until Ye-Jun grabbed him and dragged him down the street did he finally start to realize what was going on. When the two stopped in an abandoned warehouse, Eun was so disgusted with himself. He still clung to the knife until he finally looked down at his shaking hands. What was he going to do? He didn't know. Ye-Jun told him that Eun had to get out, that who had just died was someone very important in a huge gang. That his life was in danger. This was all his fault. Nothing would have happened had his friend listened to him years ago or warned him about the type of person he was. Jeong-Eun didn't deserve this. He was a good kid.
    
    After scrubbing himself clean, he made it home before the sun rose. In a quiet dash, he gathered some essentials and changed out of his blood stained clothes. He couldn't go to the police. Would they believe him if he told them it was an accident? Probably not. He'd be thrown in prison. He wouldn't last one minute in there. And imagine the shame he'd bring to his parents. He couldn't just go on with his life either. Eun was now hunted by an underground force much larger than himself. He couldn't put his parents in danger either by telling them.
    
    A backpack over his shoulder and a sloppily written note left on the counter, and he was out. A stop at the bank to grab as much cash as he could. Burning his clothes the first chance he got, and then he took the first bus to Seoul. The first thing he did when he got there was dump the knife in the Han river where no one could find it. He could only hope that this could delay the processes of them finding out his identity. Maybe by then he could be out of the country.
    
    Eun spent a little over two weeks on the streets in Seoul. He stayed at a hotel room for a handful of nights. With limited money, he couldn't stay long. And plus, it wasn't like he slept at all anyway. Jeong-Eun decided that Seoul was still way too close and took the bus that went the farthest. It just happened to be Gwangju. And now he's stuck in the middle of nowhere. Which wouldn't be so bad if he didn't have to be with 5 complete strangers. It's not even been three weeks since he ended someone's life. The guy's face still stares at him every single time he closes his eyes. Jeong-Eun can't stand himself. He wonders if he's better off dead.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
  
  
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  Bae Han-Gyeol
  (54)
  appa

  
  

  A huge role model to Jeong-Eun, his Appa is an amazing man. He is brilliant, kind, patient, and supportive. He can't ever recall his father ever raising his voice or getting mad. He spent his early childhood being looked after by Han-Gyeol, who put his job on hold for his son. The man went back to work as a professor when he was in elementary school just because he loved to teach. He would come to him for advice, talk things out with him, and has amazing memories with him. His appa was more emotionally supportive than his eomma (not that she was closed off). Without his guidance and wisdom, Jeong-Eun feels rather lost. Knowing that he will probably never interact with his father again is so painful. Any mention of either of his parents will probably make him cry.

  
  

  Choi Young-Eun
  (49)
  eomma

  
  

  A very busy and hard working woman, Young-Eun still made time for her son and husband. While his father was more a steady rock, his eomma was fun and exciting. She was one to generously shower him with gifts, even if he never asked for anything. Jeong-Eun and his mother went on day trips, spent time with his friends, and had fun. Her lively and active spirit taught him to be determined and passionate while still enjoying life and having fun. She was more of the spunky, crazy parent. One who would let him do things that he wasn't normally able to. Somehow his eomma was funnier than most people he knew. Maybe he inherited her humor. Whatever the case, the woman brought an immense amount of joy to her son. That is something he truly misses.

  
  

  Tak Ye-Jun
  (20)
  friend no one

  
  

  His feelings towards Ye-Jun are, at this point, concrete. Eun doesn't ever want to see him again. He partly blames the boy for what happened. His so-called friend didn't care that he was putting Eun in danger. He feels betrayed after he had helped him through so many hard times. Jeong-Eun is caught between regretting ever meeting him and blaming himself for blindly trusting him. He can't say he hates him, but his feelings aren't positive. He would rather just avoid Ye-Jun for the rest of his life. Which could be short thanks to him.

  
  

  Avaline Zhao
  (23)
  stranger 1

  
  

  tbd

  
  

  Elvis Lee
  (23)
  stranger 2

  
  

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  Kaia
  (19)
  stranger 3

  
  

  tbd

  
  

  Seo Bailey
  (20)
  stranger 4

  
  

  tbd

  
  

  Moon Soo-Ah
  (19)
  stranger 5

  
  

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[Uxie]

* avaline zhao

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  * chinese name

  zhao xinyu
  

  * korean name

  cho yoo-jin
  

  * n.name(s)

  avie, ava
  

  * d.o.b.

  15th june, 1997 (23)
  

  * p.o.b.

  guangzhou, china
  

  * ethnicity

  chinese-korean
  

  
  

  
  

  #female

  
  

  #gemini

  
  

  #bisexual

  
  

  #spare ace

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  

  * height

  1.70m
  

  * weight

  52.4kg
  

  * build

  willowy, slim. (ectomorph)
  

  * hair colour

  dark brown/black
  

  * hair styling

  long & wavy, most often left down.
  

  * eye colour

  black
  

  * body mods.

  pierced ears only.
  

  * style

  
  

  * faceclaim

  nini
  

  
  

  
  
  
  

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  #money

  
  

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  dislikes

  
  

  
  

  #losing

  
  

  #iced coffee

  
  

  #repeating herself

  
  

  #bugs

  
  

  
  

  
  
  
  
  

  
  

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  #death

  
  

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  * personality

  avaline's intelligence is secret to none, and even in her flightiest of personas can you still identify a glint in her eye that hints that she knows much more than she's letting on. with a quick wit, she's highly adaptable, doing the best in crises, which is lucky, since she's never been great at piecing bits and pieces of a puzzle together. her train of thought is usually difficult to decipher if you aren't her, so it's a good thing she rarely tells others about it. independent to a fault, her cutthroat mindset makes her out to be a lone wolf when it comes to "work", though she's never been one to turn down a conversation. she's rather sociable, and her charisma lends itself well to her interactions, but she's always got her guard up. don't be shy, tell her about yourself. just be aware that she won't be doing the same. it's a little rude, but you can't be too safe in her line of work. admittedly, avaline doesn't care much about "getting to know" you if it doesn't help her. she acts in self-interest. it's a cut-throat society, can you blame her?
  
  she lives life with the mantra of "high risk, high reward", and it shows. you'd call her a psycho for the seeming recklessness in her actions, even if there's method in her madness. the consequences are rarely something she considers because she has full confidence that she won't make a mistake. if she does, well, that's what her silver tongue is for. unpredictability only rewards if you have the guts to back it up. despite her willingness to play the long-con, avaline is on the impatient side when it comes to people. she doesn't have a particularly short fuse, but her selective focus means she doesn't have the attention span to entertain dull-wittedness or outright pessimism. it's what results in an all too often sense of boredom that's usually curbed by a rush of adrenaline. despite her mind running at 170mph, however, avaline's ability to remain cool-headed under pressure is almost uncanny. she's got the perfect poker face, if you would. a go-getter, while avaline's tastes lean towards the finer things in life, she wouldn't whine if she had to give it all up for convenience's sake. she's materialistic, but not spoilt. she's not nearly wealthy enough for that yet.
  

  
  
  
  

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  all in, bitches. let's see which one of us is the real sucker.

  
  

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  * history

  avaline frankly finds it ironic that her history draws similarities to a fairytale. a modern cinderella, but without a prince charming nor a happily ever after. can you still call that a fairytale?
  
  born the only daughter of a wealthy chinese couple, avaline's comfort lasted all of 2 years, where she became, tragically, the only survivor of a car crash that took the lives of her parents and her nanny. she was placed in the care of her only living relatives in south korea, her maternal grandmother and aunt, both of whom thought she was nothing more than a burden who had found her way to their doorstep, except with a massive cheque behind her back. they were granted the inheritance, one of those "under the guardian's charge until the ward turns 18" bullshit that never turns out in her favour. needless to say that avaline didn't enjoy a particularly pampered nor cared-for childhood. her grandmother rarely bat an eyelid in her direction, but her aunt seemed set on making her life a living hell. she'd never thought about asking why.
  
  under the guise of treating her well, avaline was sent to a relatively expensive private school where she spent the first few years being treated like an outcast since despite her family's wealth, it seemed she'd been wearing the same old pair of shoes since first grade. they weren't wrong, there was just little she could do about it. she was a smart child who excelled in tests but rarely participated in the classroom, the type of student the teachers love to hate.
  
  see, if this was cinderella, this would be the perfect time for prince charming to show up, no?
  
  well, the thing was, he hadn't a part in this story. avaline had to get by all on her own, scuffing up money in one way or another when the part-time jobs no longer paid enough for her to pay for her meals in school. she had a brief period selling the answer key for exams, but ultimately, avaline ended up mixing with what most parents would label "the wrong crowd", only it was just a ragtag group of feral kids who wanted to make a quick buck. for avie, her expertise showed itself in gambling. she didn't remember when she'd picked up her skills in card games, but she'd always been great with her hands, she knew that as much. sleight of hand became second nature to her, and by the time she was eighteen, she'd racked up a reputation around those parts for her untouchable status as "the red ace". it's a fancy little moniker, and she adored the connotation behind it. there was a flair to it, and avaline was always a fan of flairs.
  
  with her grades, avie could've easily did well for the final exams and went to university, but the girl went against and played into expectations simultaneously. she dropped out and disappeared completely a month before her finals, vanished without a trace. 'she had a bright future,' were the words of her favourite teacher, but 'what else was there to expect from a delinquent?' was the common sentiment of most others. her living family didn't bother with a missing person report. it only meant they had one less thing to care about. in reality, she'd hopped the first train to seoul with a few friends in search of better "business opportunities". her life in the city was less than glamorous, but she was thriving, both from her continued success in what had now become her sport and the thrill she got from it. she got wholly used to her lifestyle there, especially when it got a little more luxurious, and her confidence only grew with her wealth.
  
  it was her 4th year in seoul when avaline first run-in with the big leagues, as they called it. she hit up one of their casinos and left with the most ludicrous winnings, leaving right before she would start losing and sucking them dry. she never went back, of course, but it started off a teeny-tiny legend about a slick, sly female gambler who only played for the biggest returns and had almost uncanny luck. avaline was always careful in masking her identity, be it showing up to every new hotspot with a different identity to appearing at joints with an entirely different wardrobe, but she adored the attention wholeheartedly, of the people singing praise (and insults) of her skill with the cards. it wasn't long before her reputation had reached the ears of some of the bigger names, and half a year later, she received a fancy invitation (embossed lettering and all) from a contact about a gambling event being held atop a yacht by a group that wasn't quite as legal as they made themselves out to be. cliche, but impressive, and avaline was always a sucker for flamboyance, so of course she attended. her win streak continued long into the night, and by the time she found herself seated across from a man she reckoned must be the host, with his fancy white suit and bodyguards, she had amassed a good 10 million won in earnings. intimidating as the guy looked, avaline knew she was good. and when you're good, you don't worry about losing.
  
  and she didn't have to, because she won. sure, she'd had to pull out a new trick for it, but the result was clearly in her favour. and for a bit, her opponent seemed to accept it too, until one of his bodyguards had whispered in his ear, and with the way his face darkened, avaline had a good mind not to agree to his next request that he join him in his room later. she agreed, of course, but her brain was already coming up with a way to escape. the following sequence of events is probably not a story she'd be retelling anytime soon, but considering she's still in one piece now, avaline succeeded.
  
  he took her to a hotel room, where she prompted to knock them out with the old "wanna fuck?" and then bible-in-a-purse tactic (which shouldn't have worked, by the way), before she smashed a champagne bottle over his head and made a run for it. or, to be fair, she'd simply strolled out of the joint after finding a shawl, sunglasses and doing up her hair. fuck cashing out, at that point, even if it hurt her soul that she'd spent a good portion of the night here and would take home nothing but a growing sense of anxiety. curse the temptation of shiny things.
  
  the mafia would storm her apartment the next day, only to run into a police line barring them from the burnt remains of the home. avaline was long gone by then, having withdrawn whatever money she could, bought a new phone and hopped the first train to incheon. she'd taken what she could of her most important possessions and set fire to the rest. it'd been painful to see her third-favourite jacket go up in flames, but a necessary step if she'd properly figured out who she was dealing with. the next step was getting as far as possible from them before they served her head up on a plate. with luck, she'd be able to head to catch a bus to gwangju, gather her bearings, before seeking out an old friend of her parents in the mainland.
  
  or at least, that had been the plan.
  

  
  
  
  

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  * family

  irrelevant, tbh. avaline's thought countless times about whether her life would be different if her parents were still alive. probably, but she's too old for wishful thinking but too young to bring back the dead. she's never been the sentimental type, so rather than a pretty necklace for keepsakes, the only thing she finds them good for are the networks they've left behind.
  

  * alias(es)

  winona lee, boo ji-a, chen yumeng, (just) selene
  

  * spoken languages

  mandarin, korean, english, (some) japanese
  

  * mbti type

  estp-a
  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  misc.

  
  

♡coded by uxie♡

 

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you can call me

ELVIS

ELVIS

CRIMINAL

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    Known As:

    Elvis Lee | Min (Gang Members) | Jade (Clients)

    
    

    Chinese Name:

    Lee Ming Yu

    
    

    Korean Name:

    Lee Min-Gyu

    
    

    Gender:

    Male

    
    

    Sexuality:

    Bisexual

    
    

    Age:

    23

    
    

    D/P.O.B:

    12 August 1997 | Shenzen, China

    
    

    Ethnicity:

    Chinese

    
    

    Role:

    The Mole

    
    
    
    
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    Height:

    183cm | 6'0"

    
    

    Weight:

    75kg | 166 lbs

    
    

    Eyes

    Dark enough to be called black. The look in his eyes almost always falls somewhere between bored and judgemental; it's like he's just constantly unimpressed with whoever you are & whatever you're doing.

    
    

    Hair:

    Wavy, usually kept neither short nor long but with an ever-changing style. Its natural color is black but it's typically rare to see him with that, having a tendency of switching it every few months or even weeks. It's only currently back to black because, unlike usual, he's averse to attention.

    
    

    Build:

    Deceptively slender, thanks to his proportions, but has enough muscle packed tightly into his lean frame to beat up your average guy off the street with ease. Not that surprising, if you know his background, though it would probably be if you're only going off his clothed appearance.

    
    

    Mods:

    Ear Piercings (Two Each Side: Top + Helix) | Gang Tattoos (Back & Left Chest)

    
    

    Scars:

    Multiple thin one scattered across his arms and back, of varying lengths, from knife wounds. The noticeable scar, however, would probably be the small, jagged one resting on his right cheekbone, a remainder of glass being smashed into his face.

    
    

    Other:

    A small, vaguely heart-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder.
    
    
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    Known As:

    Elvis Lee | Min (Gang Members) | Jade (Clients)

    
    

    Chinese Name:

    Lee Ming Yu

    
    

    Korean Name:

    Lee Min-Gyu

    
    

    Gender:

    Male

    
    

    Sexuality:

    Bisexual

    
    

    Age:

    23

    
    

    D/P.O.B:

    12 August 1997 | Shenzen, China

    
    

    Ethnicity:

    Chinese

    
    

    Role:

    The Mole

    
    
    
    
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    Height:

    183cm | 6'0"

    
    

    Weight:

    75kg | 166 lbs

    
    

    Eyes

    Dark enough to be called black. The look in his eyes almost always falls somewhere between bored and judgemental; it's like he's just constantly unimpressed with whoever you are & whatever you're doing.

    
    

    Hair:

    Wavy, though often straightened, usually kept neither short nor long but with an ever-changing style. Its natural color is black but it's typically rare to see him with that, having a tendency of dying it every few months or even weeks. It's only currently back to black because, unlike usual, he's averse to attention.

    
    

    Build:

    Deceptively slender, thanks to his proportions, but has enough muscle packed tightly into his lean frame to beat up your average guy off the street with ease. Not that surprising, if you know his background, though it would probably be if you're only going off his clothed appearance.

    
    

    Mods:

    Ear Piercings (Two Each Side: Top + Helix) | Gang Tattoos (Back & Left Chest)

    
    

    Scars:

    Multiple thin ones scattered across his arms and back, of varying lengths, from knife wounds. The noticeable scar, however, would probably be the small, jagged one resting on his right cheekbone, a remainder of glass being smashed into his face.

    
    

    Other:

    A small, vaguely heart-shaped birthmark on his left shoulder.
    
    

  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Introvert​

  
  

  
  

  Intuitive

  Observant​

  
  

  
  

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  Judging

  Prospecting​

  
  

  
  
  

  Virtues:
  i. Charismatic | Outspoken | Persuasive
  Elvis has a naturally magnetic presence which attracts attention to him like moths to a flame, without him even needing to do much — for better or worse. Adding fuel to that is the fact that he isn't at all the type to stand around passively in discussions and conversations; if he has something to say, nine of ten times, he'll say it right there and then. A surprising majority of those times, he is able to string everyone else along into agreeing with him, making him a convincing leader amidst any crowd.
  
  ii. Observant | Vigilant | Astute
  Unlike what his typical indifferent, rather air-headed image may imply, Elvis does, in fact, pay attention to his surroundings. A lot of it. Quietly, with a sharp eye and quick mind, Elvis reads a room like a gamer does a scene, gaze always keeping track of the people and objects close to him on a level that nears paranoia. He may be sitting in a dark corner, downing glasses of alcohol like water, but he still knows what's going on at the other side of the club. His life has been full of moments where he'd be dead if he didn't, after all.
  
  iii. Composed | Determined | Resilient
  Breaking under pressure is for losers and Elvis does things in style. His mental strength is impressive in its consistency, only increasing in times of urgency, proportionate to the force he feels pressing down on him. When plans — or buses — go off their intended path, his immediate reaction is almost always to come up with a new solution rather than lament on the problem, finding the latter an utter waste of time. Elvis has always been one to get rid of things he doesn't like as soon as he can, in any way possible, and that includes obstacles getting in his way.
  
  Vices
  i. Arrogant | Individualistic | Uninhibited
  Elvis is so sure of himself that it crosses into the territory of conceited and beyond. He's also always been someone who focuses on himself and restraining himself to suit others just isn't his modus operandi. The combination of these two facts makes Elvis come off narcissistic and impulsive; while the former is quite true, the latter usually isn't. He does take the moment to think about the consequences of his words and actions, he just decides most of the time that he doesn't give a fuck.
  
  ii. Dismissive | Sarcastic | Snide
  A sharp tongue that also happens to be quick and an unfortunate wealth of venomous vocabulary are traits that have combined to start more than a couple of fights for Elvis. While he's fully aware of how scathing and condescending his tone can get, Elvis has made exactly zero attempts to fix this, feeling no need to cater to idiots who get riled up over such things. In fact, those whom he even bothers to argue with should be honoured, in his opinion. When Elvis really doesn't like someone, all they'll get is the occasional mocking look thrown their way.
  
  iii. Amoral | Apathetic | Manipulative
  Elvis isn't a good guy. He isn't even a decent one. He can put up a pretty damn convincing act of it for all of maybe an hour, sure, but that's exactly the problem. Lying, cheating scamming; they're not even issues to him. He doesn't see hurting and using others as a breach of ethics but as a way of life, just how his world works. He has lines he wouldn't cross, of course, but considers that simply just his personal taste and wouldn't care to stand up against those who do. He will do what it takes to help himself and the few important things or people in his life. The rest can fight for themselves.
  
  Likes:
  • Thrill
  • Money
  • Cold Weather
  • Street Dance
  • Motorcycles
  • Freedom
  
  Dislikes:
  • Silence
  • Bitter Food
  • Summer
  • Whiny People
  • Puppet Shows
  • Boredom
  
  Fears:
  • Death
  • Being restrained or locked up
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  

  
  
  
  
  
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  Container number 00154789A left the ports of Shenzen, China on 15 November 2004 aboard a small cargo ship and arrived at Incheon, South Korea five days later. It was quietly separated from the rest of its batch to a warehouse a few miles away from its original destination and opened a day later by a few laborers working for a local gang. On it, there were three things: about 20 tons of white rice, 8 kg of cocaine and a seven year old boy.
  
  One of those things weren't supposed to be on there, and it wasn't the cocaine. The surprised men couldn't decide what they were going to do with the kid, who barely even had enough energy left to speak — though it was useless anyway since they couldn't speak Chinese and he sure as hell couldn't speak Korean. Eventually one of the men took the boy back home, where his wife immediately melted for the wide-eyed child despite not being able to communicate with him at all.
  
  For the next few months, the boy grew up rather peacefully with that couple. He didn't remember much other than his name, so it didn't take long for him to adapt to his strange situation. Nightmares of being abandoned, of being trapped inside pitch-black darkness, of starvation and silence, went from a daily occurrence to weekly, his harrowing past slowly fading away. As he got more used to speaking Korean, the man who took him in got him some fake documents through connections with local conmen, intending to put him in school with the identity of Lee Min-Gyu, their adoptive son.
  
  If fate was kind, he would have been able to stay with them a little longer, gain some sense of normality. Unfortunately, fate is an asshole. One day, his new guardian decides to bring the boy along to Seoul. It wasn't supposed to be a fun trip; with the addition of a new life to shelter, the man had to get more involved with local gangsters and the trip was to run an errand for them. Still, he thought, at least the kid would be able to see some new sights.
  
  Long story short, he dies. That's the new sight the child got to see: the nice man who took care of him with a gunshot wound right in the middle of his forehead, eyes wide open but unseeing as he lies on the ground. The Chinese mafia wasn't too happy with the news he brought. Luckily for the boy, his race saves him this time around when they discover he speaks their language fluently.
  
  He's not my father, the boy told them, pointing at the dead man. I'm glad you killed him, he lies, surprising even himself in the process. His guardianship is transferred once again, this time to no particular person but rather the gang in general. He grows up on the streets amidst violence and crime, getting more and more twisted in the process.
  
  He starts off first as an errand boy for gangsters in the area. He becomes pretty well-known in the city, by different names to different people, though his favorite was Elvis, derived from men joking about his love for the underground street dance circles. Elvis was the one who knew the streets best, having literally been raised in them, and, as a result, also possessed more information than anyone else.
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  
  

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[natasha.]

wayward child

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  full name

  katarina lee.
  
  

  korean name

  lee tae-yeun.
  
  

  alias

  kaia, for now. just kaia.
  
  

  nicknames

  her family always referred to her as kat (except her father who insisted on always using full names) though her late grandmother used to call her kaia sometimes so she decided to adopt that as an alias for the time being.
  
  

  gender

  female.
  
  

  age

  nineteen.
  
  

  sexuality

  heterosexual.
  
  

  d.o.b

  october 29th, 2000.
  
  

  zodiac

  scorpio.
  
  

  p.o.b

  zürich, switzerland.
  
  

  ethnicity

  south korean.
  
  

  mbti

  istp — a.
  
  

  spoken languages

  korean, english & german.
  
• appearance

  height

  1.61m.
  
  

  weight

  44kg.
  
  

  hair

  kaia's hair is naturally brown, though she's been bleaching and dyeing it for the past three years. currently her hair is a light blonde shade, and it falls to the middle of her back in slight, silky waves.
  
  

  eyes

  kaia has dark brown eyes.
  
  

  physique

  her build is very sylphlike.
  
  

  attire

  it's hard to tell if she really has a particular style. really, it depends on her mood. most of the time, it's a cross between soft grunge and something bohemian. [ x - x - x - x ]
  
  

  modifications

  her ears are pierced three times on each side. she also has a small tattoo of a lily on the inside of her wrist which she got in her grandmother's memory.
  
  

  ailments

  kaia is mildly allergic to cats.
  
  

  face claim

  park chaeyoung (rosè).
  
• positive traits

  
  

  intuitive

  kaia's always been pretty good at getting a read on people. she likes to hang back in silence at first, making use of her observation skills to interpret a situation or how a person may be feeling. of course, it isn't always accurate, and she's certainly no sherlock holmes when it comes to deductions, but she's done fairly well at reading people in the past, and she trusts her instincts more than she trusts anyone else in her life.
  
  

  thick-skinned

  given her family background, kaia grew up to be quite hardened. she's seen a lot, and experienced a lot, and as a result, not much can affect her anymore. insults roll right off her back and the sight of a gruesome murder bores her. she doesn't react to things the way most people would, and she's likely the best person to come to if you need help getting rid of a body — provided she isn't the one who committed the murder in the first place.
  
  

  compassionate

  witnessing a murder may not cause her to bat an eyelid, but that doesn't mean kaia doesn't express any concern for others. it's primarily her compassion that made her want to leave her family and the life she had with them behind. kaia is immune to violence, but she doesn't like the fact that her father causes so much harm to people on a daily basis. she is definitely the type of person to stop what she's doing and help a person if they seem like they need it.
  
  

  resourceful

  kaia is quick on her feet, and quick to jump into action of necessary. she's had to face a lot of tough situations in the past and as a result she learned how to make use of things around her and thinking outside the box to help her get out of tricky scenarios. her methods may sometimes seem unconventional and even psychotic, but they work, and that's all that really matters.
  
  

  protective

  kaia's good at the offensive side of things, though she usually doesn't like striking first unless it's to keep someone else safe. she doesn't even really need to know the person — if it seems like they're being harmed without deserving it, kaia feels the need to step up. it's nowhere near as how ruthless she could be if someone even threatens to hurt someone she cares about.
  
  

  neutral traits

  
  

  determined

  when kaia sets her mind on something, she usually does whatever is needed to achieve it. of course, she isn't fond of stepping on others to get that done, but it all depends on the people involved. for example, she had no problems getting rid of a member of her father's 'business' to ensure that she got away undetected — at least for a while, anyway.
  
  

  emotional

  despite her thick skin, kaia isn't devoid of any emotion. it's quite the contrary, really. it just depends on the situation and the people involved. she made the choice to leave her family because she didn't like to see people in pain or suffering, and that would have more or less been her job description if she took the lead like her father wanted her to. many of kaia's decisions are influenced by her emotions, and they've all been a pretty decent balance of good and poor choices.
  
  

  stubborn

  kaia rarely changes her mind. it doesn't really extend to admitting fault. she has no problems with accepting mistakes she's made in the past. kaia has always just made decisions for herself and she's rarely open to doing something else once her mind has been made up.
  
  

  negative traits

  
  

  self-reliant

  kaia really doesn't like accepting help from other people. she's not used to it, and she feels like she works better when she's alone. not to mention she'd rather not drag anyone into her mess of a life. she won't admit to needing help, even when it's very clear that she might need it.
  
  

  calculating

  at the end of the day, kaia really is her father's daughter. she has semi-strong survival instincts and she had to be conniving to attempt to slip out from under her father's nose. she can be manipulative when she wants to be, but never without a purpose. many times, those purposes are self-serving, of course, but she does what she needs to in order to get by. her cunningness, coupled with her thick skin makes her the perfect candidate to take over her father's place, honestly. it just couldn't be further from what she wants.
  
  

  erratic

  there isn't really a pattern to anything kaia does, so she can be pretty unpredictable. she makes decisions in the moment, rather than having long, thought out plans — the only exception was her decision to leave her family, but even that extended to just the decision. she never planned where to go, what to do, how to manage. she just thinks life can be pretty unpredictable too, so there's no point in planning for something only to be met with something else entirely. besides, she's no stranger to making questionable decisions if it allows her to get by.
  
  

  secretive

  this shouldn't be taken to mean that kaia is shy, because she isn't. she's far from it, in fact. she'll happily talk about useless topics with a person, and she'll happily listen to someone else ramble on about whatever they want to, but kaia rarely gives away personal details. she's something of an enigma to most people that encounter her, and even with people she trusts, it takes some time to let her guard down. if people try to pry, she can get defensive — or a little violent, depending on who's asking, and how they're asking — and kaia isn't the type to trust easily either.
  
  

  mistrustful

  given the kind of people she grew up with, kaia learned to always be suspicious of other people, and to simply assume that everyone has a hidden agenda, no matter how small. she doesn't hold that against them, but she sure as hell will remain wary of a person — or people — unless she has reason to believe otherwise.
  
  

  likes & dislikes

  
  

  likes

  ballet ; classical music ; live performances ; winter ; night time ; cats ; running ; reading up about different myths and folklore ; astronomy & stargazing ; sour candies ; stormy days when the sun isn't out ; taking pictures of anything and everything (as long as it inspires her somehow) ; learning new things (whether it's a skill, a language, or simply a fun fact).
  
  

  dislikes

  her father & his 'business' ; unnecessary harm coming to others (if it's necessary, that's a whole different thing) ; guns (though it's more of a necessity at this point) ; restraints ; being forced to do something ; demanding people ; her mild to moderate thirst for revenge ; being given ultimatums ; dried fruits (yuck).
  
  

  fears

  
  above all, kaia currently fears that her father will find her and take her back home. she has no idea what's waiting for her if she were to return given that she made a bit of a mess on the way out.
  
  aside from this, she's also terrified of heights — not that she'll ever admit it out loud.
  
• background

  kaia's childhood had been pretty pleasant, compared to the horrors she faced when she transitioned into a teenager. there wasn't much to worry about aside from pranking her brothers or making sure she got picked first for most school sports teams and games. her parents seemed happily in love and all was right with the world. of course, kaia didn't know that so much went on behind the scenes.
  
  she began to pick up on it as a twelve-year-old — witnessing her father come home late with spots of blood on his shirt, peeking into his home office and finding a plethora of weapons on the desk. none of it made sense at first because up until then, her father always made sure she was always protected, whether that be by himself, or by the many men that worked under him. kaia never thought to question it. not until her father decided that it was time he stop hiding these things from his children as they became old enough.
  
  kaia's oldest brother, kane, was the first to join the family business among the three siblings. having always been fairly close, kaia became confused and frustrated when kane began to prioritise his father and work over his siblings. for him, nothing was wrong. his eyes were opened to a whole new world thanks to his father, and he grew to love the thrill of it. he'd always been something of an adrenaline junkie. in his eyes, he was living his best life.
  
  kaia didn't feel the same. her father ensured that all three children became well versed in some form of martial arts before the age of thirteen, which was fine by kaia — she just didn't know that it was so she'd have a means to defend herself (or attack) because of the line of work she was expected to get into. at thirteen, she learned most details of her father's operation, his position as head of the mafia, and what role she played in it all by being his daughter.
  
  at fourteen she'd already seen enough death for a life time, though she didn't cause it herself till she was fifteen. ideally, being the only daughter meant that she would be protected and saved for marriage, to keep loyalty and form alliances. that all changed when kaia proved to be arguably better than her brothers when it came to firing a gun, strategising a plan of attack, or simply taking someone down despite them being twice her size. kaia was fit to take over — but it couldn't be further from what she wanted.
  
  initially the fear kept her around, and the love she had for her family. as a child she knew nothing but love, and so it was hard for her to go against her father's wishes. though she often hesitated, she never failed to do things that her father asked of her, no matter the task. when her younger brother kole turned fourteen two years later, kaia mentored him, just like kane mentored her. and despite unintentionally proving to be the better of all the siblings to take over after her father, the man was a believer in tradition. the eldest male child needed to be the one to take over, and kaia was more than happy to stick to the sidelines.
  
  for a few years, this was the life she led. a life of blood, and gore, and violence, and death at almost every turn. kane enjoyed it. kole was still learning. kaia wanted to be as far away from all of it as possible.
  
  things changed very recently, when her brother kane was killed. she doesn't know how it happened, or whether it was intentional or not — kane could be a hothead, and his ability to piss people off gained him a lot of enemies. it was easy to assume that one of those enemies had finally had enough of him. despite growing distant as the two grew up and kane lost himself more to his father and the mafia, kaia grieved for her brother, and it seemed to be a wake up call of sorts.
  
  this was only confirmed when kaia learned that her father, after showing little to no remorse for losing his first born child, intended on grooming kaia to take his place. kole still had a lot to learn. he wasn't ready. but kane's death had a lasting impression on kaia. she didn't want to end up the same way. as much as she wanted to track down the person who did this to kane and make them pay, she wasn't going to do it while working for her father.
  
  kaia formulated a plan of escape not long after, and executed it perfectly. it may have gotten a little messy, but it was a small price to pay for her freedom.
  
  kaia has a feeling that she'd be paying that price for the rest of her life though, because even if she's confident that she can outrun her father and the mafia, she also knows he doesn't take betrayal lightly, and he'll stop and nothing to make sure he gets her back home, even if he has to spill some blood to do it.
  
• owen lee — father

  kaia looked up to her father as a child, though that was before she learned what he did for a living. even then, despite it all making her feel uncomfortable, kaia couldn't bring herself to disobey her father because she trusted him and believed he was only looking out for his children by hardening them — granted, it was an unconventional method, but kaia looked for any reason to think that her father was still the same man she knew as a child, when she still retained some innocence. her impression of him changed late into her teen years, and she grew to despise everything he stood for when he brushed off kane's death, proving to her that he probably never really loved any of his children. not as much as he loved power, anyway. she wants nothing to do with him ever again.

  kelly lee — mother

  kaia's relationship with her mother is similar to the one she has with her father, though there's less anger involved. as a child, kaia was doted on by her mother, as were all the children. she never really had a part to play in the mafia — not directly, anyway. as kaia sees it, her mother was solely around to give her husband a few heirs to take his place when they were old enough, ensuring that the mafia never died. kaia's mother grew to be incredibly devoted to her husband. she grieved for her son's death, but not once did she look to put the blame on the man who dragged kane into this life. at the end of the day, kaia knows her mother's loyalty is only to her father, and as much as she loves her children, kaia doubts she'll ever step in to help them if her father doesn't want her to.

  kane lee — older brother

  as children, kaia and kane were close. they fought and they bickered, but they were still family, and there was still some sibling love between them. as they grew older and kane became more invested with their father and the mafia, kaia distanced herself from him. he seemed to be a carbon copy of their father, and she had a feeling he would hardly bat an eyelid if it came to taking down one of his siblings simply because their father asked for it. kaia still loved her brother, and she was deeply affected by his loss because she felt there was still some shred of humanity left in him, but with him gone, she knew her father lost his best tracker. kane gave her the strength to do the one thing she's wanted to do for years — run.

  kole lee — younger brother

  kaia was always much closer to kole than she was with any member of the family. perhaps because they were the youngest and came to learn about the family business last — and because kaia was kole's mentor, she tried to switch things up to ensure he didn't lose his humanity the way kane seemed to have. kole didn't seem to completely dislike his life, though he was always more determined to make kaia happy, than anything else. unfortunately, she couldn't involve him in her escape plan, nor could she tell him about it. she couldn't take that risk. kaia wishes she could have stopped to say goodbye, and she feels guilty for forcing kole into a leadership position as the only remaining child, but she holds on to the hope that they'll see each other again — and that when they do, kole will be on her side and not their father's.

  blood guilty

  He is honestly a good person. Someone who has never done anything wrong in his life. He's got it good, everything together with his dreams mapped out and within reach. But then it fell apart. Being with the wrong person as the wrong time brought on a fight that he wasn't prepared for. It all happened so fast, but by the time it was over, there was blood on his hands. It was an accident, truly, he never meant to kill the other person. Even worse, the person who died? Was the child of a mafia boss. He couldn't tell anyone, he had to get out, to escape. Otherwise they'd kill him. And going to the police? They'd throw him in prison. He wouldn't last one day in there. His perfect life? Gone in the blink of an eye.

  the mole

  He knew this was a terribly good idea when he started on it. Somehow the boss got his hands on a very important database. One the man in charge wanted to use. For some reason, he wanted to have it for himself. It wasn't his to take, but be it for money, power, or justice, he needed it. So, with sticky fingers and a bit of luck, he was able to get his hands on the information. It was his. A single usb drive with billion dollar information. Maybe he's sure what he's going to do with it, or maybe he's not. Whatever the case, the boss knew he was the only person who could have pulled this whole thing off. He knows it's just a matter of time before they try to catch up to him. His goal is to keep that from happening.

  spare ace

  She was good, and she knew it. The numbers all in her favor, an expert at counting cards. She had worked her way up for a long time in small casinos to start with now up to high risk games. With a seat costing a million dollars, she was set to win more money than she had ever before. Playing with those in organized crime was not only dangerous but also illegal. To cheat in that game proved she had a death wish. She won the first time, unsurprisingly, and then again, and again the third round. Well, if she had just taken her money and ran, things would have been fine. That last game proved her a cheater, one that cheated an underground crime ring out of millions of dollars. And oh ho was the Boss mad. She somehow made it out alive, but how much longer can she keep her life?

  the businessman

  Ok, so it was probably a bad idea. But it was going to score him so much cash. Someone just sitting on that many grams of the good stuff was just begging to be looked into. It could really take his rinky-dink drug dealer gig to the next level. They had enough money, couldn't they share? They could be idiots keeping that stash and would have never pick up on the fake bills. A bit of persuasion got him the deal, and knowing a friend of a friend who could counterfeit money made the plan perfect. He almost got away with it too. But he didn't. They found out the cash he was attempting to buy millions of dollars worth of hard drugs with was fake. You guessed it, they were mad. He didn't know how he escaped their first attack on his house. Good intuition I guess. But he definitely can't go back now. It was before he could even make his first sale too. Bummer...

  guilty by association

  Curse her terrible habit of running late. Curse the fact the bus came a few minutes early. Could she have worse luck? All she wanted to do was travel in a fast and cheap way to visit her grandmother, was that too hard to ask? But no. She had to miss her first bus, and now this one breaks down? She's trapped with five strangers in the middle of nowhere. This is a nightmare to her. And she only knows half the story. When bullets start flying she'll start wondering who the heck these people really are. Sorry grandma, she'll be very late to dinner.

 

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• Name: Bailey Seo
  
  Nicknames: While Bailey could quite easily be known as 'Bails' or 'Bail' to friends and students, one would have to talk to others to make friends. The only other name in which Bailey is known for is his korean name, Beom - and the only people who use that name would be his family members
  
  Korean name: Seo Beom
  
  'Company' name: While he doesn't want to be associated with his 'company', those whom he communicates to (his workers and those who purchase items from him), he is simply known as 'King Roo'. This name was created after Bailey created the app, Roo, in which students of the university can download and order from. After all, he really doesn't want the police to know of this underground company he has running, right?
  
  Age: 20
  
  Role: The Businessman
  
  Date of Birth: 18th of August
  
  Gender: Cis male
  
  Sexuality: Demisexual (straight leaning) - while Bailey has never had a relationship, those whom he has crushed on over the years have been girls who have paid attention to him and created some sort of emotional bond with him. He doesn't really look at people and think they're hot; i like them and want to date them. Rather, it takes him a while to get to know them and slowly but surely, begins to feel a connection.
  
  Race/Ethnicity: Korean - both sides of Bailey's family are Korean, coming from Uslan, South Korea.
  
  Language: Korean + English
  
  Major: Major in Chemistry

  
  
• Hair – Bailey has naturally dark brown and black hair cut at a medium length. His hair is fluffy, splitting midway to the skin with lots of loose hairs mixed in, making it look much softer. He has a long fringe which he will often part to the side if it gets in his way. He has never been to a proper hairdresser in his life and has always had his head shaved at home or has cut it himself with scissors.
  
  Eyes – He has Chestnut brown irises. Bailey also has elongated protruding round hooded monolid with a slight aego-sal presence. He has thin, short, dark eyelashes with only a slight curl to them (mostly straight). He has perfect 20/20 vision and has no need for glasses.
  
  Skin – Bailey has a warm beige skin tone with a warm undertone. He was a late bloomer into puberty and so hasn’t struggled much with pimples. However, he does struggle with blackheads. He tends to get them on his cheek (primarily on his right side of his face which is funnily enough, the side he sleeps on at night). He only has a couple of freckles upon his face, but the one that stands out the most is the one that is located on the edge of his right ear.
  
  Height – Bailey stands at 177cms (five foot ten). In high school, he was often picked on for being the shortest teenager. The other teenagers would often make comments about his masculinity due to being a late bloomer.
  
  Weight – While the normal healthy weight for someone who stands at 177cms ranges around 67 to 70 kilos, Bailey meets just five kilos under the healthy range at 62 kilos (136.7 pounds). He tries to eat food full of nutrition, but it can be quite hard when money is running low. Sometimes he will go without food for even a week so he can save money.
  
  Body – Bailey has an ectomorph body type which really doesn’t help as he tries to obtain a healthy weight. He has a fast metabolism which means even when he does overeat, he either gains extraordinarily little or even no weight at all. He is lightly muscled in his abdomen but has gained muscles in his biceps from all the heavy lifting throughout the years. Despite having truly little observable body fat, he has a round facial structure. He is often compared to a sad, lost puppy because of his soft cheeks and sullen complexion.
  
  Distinguishing features - The most distinguishing feature Bailey has would be the light scars surrounding his wrists. It is exceedingly rare to catch him without long-sleeved shirts, jumpers or jackets on. If you do catch him without one of those items of clothing on, then it is a watch and sweatband covering up the scars. Upon first glance, one might suspect that he had a suicidal past. But rather, the scars around his wrist are from extreme rope burn from when he was a child.
  
  Faceclaim – Kim Dong Hee

  
  
• If you asked Bailey anything about his childhood, he would never be able to respond truthfully. Anything from before he was ten years old was nothing but a complete blur of colours and emotions.
  
  At ten years old, he could remember waking up in the hospital with a pain striking through his whole body and his neck felt like it was on fire. His skull felt like it was pulsing and with each pulsation, his body tingled. He could tell you that his name was Bailey Seo. But that was it. He had no clear memory of how he ended up in the hospital, or how he had succumbed to such injuries. After a short police investigation, his older brother, Chan, was able to visit him. Things started to become a lot clearer as the twenty-year-old explained to his ten-year-old brother what had happened.
  
  Bailey had been found in their family home (the home which Chan ran away from four years prior) with head injuries and rope burn. With a rope tied snuggly around his neck and his wrists, Bailey’s parents had tried to hang the boy before accomplishing to hang themselves. However, fate was on Bailey’s side and the rope gave way. When it snapped, Bailey fell to the ground and hit his head, causing the boy to lose 1.6 litres of blood. While Bailey insists that he does not remember anything that had happened, the doctors had concluded that the memory loss if not from the injury he succumbed to but rather from post-traumatic amnesia.
  
  With the death of their parents, Chan became Bailey’s legal guardian and brought the boy home with him. From the moment he stepped foot into Chan’s house, he knew that things weren’t going to be the same. The primary reason was that Chan ran away from home when he was sixteen (he claims to escape from their abusive parents) and joined a gang. Bailey was given strict instructions on what he could and couldn’t do in the house for his own safety. And, eventually, Chan began to let Bailey in on the trades he was up to – including making weapons from everyday household items.
  
  Bailey continued with school and tried to lead a healthy, normal life. But it was hard to do both of those when you’re living each week without knowing if there was going to be any money to pay for bills and food. Not to mention the extreme night terrors he was having each night. He would wake up in a cold sweat after waking up to discover little pieces of his memory slowly being placed together like a broken vase. By the time he had graduated from school, he felt like his memory was at least seventy per cent restored.
  
  At the age of eighteen, Bailey expressed to his brother how he wanted to go to university. However, money was a huge issue. So, they got together and brainstormed. From this brainstorm, the app Roo was created and the party drug known as ‘K’ or ‘Kanga’ was brought into the scene. With Bailey’s chemical and science smarts, he was able to create the app and to help create the concoction which would become the ingredients to the new drug. And with Chan’s street and people smarts, he was able to organise people to join their little group as apart of their security and delivery team.
  
  Within the year, they had established a team, the app and a system which meant that no one could ever pinpoint that it was the Seo brothers who were up to it all. They would get a message, one of the brothers would drop off the goods to a locker at the University, the service teams would then collect the items and deliver them. Finally, the customer would pay, the service team would take their cut, and then place the rest into the locker for the Seo brothers to go and collect. It was carefully orchestrated so no one would know the identity of the brothers.
  
  However, Chan still managed to get into some shit.
  
  After a night out on the town, Chan had to go ahead and pick up a fight with a guy at a club. One hit later, and Chan was getting charged for murder. And so, for the last year, the Roo project has been in the hands of Bailey and Bailey alone. Things are running smoothly, and no one suspects a thing. He can not only live comfortably but to attend his classes with no one questioning who he is and what he does. After all, no one ever wants to talk to the quiet, smart kid who sits by himself, right?

  
  
• Bailey has an Architect (INTJ) personality type with introverted, intuitive, thinking and judging personality traits. He has a love for perfecting details of life, applying creativity and rationality in everything he does. However, his inner world is seen as quite private and complex. Being on top can be very lonely, and the Architect personality type (known for being one of the rarest personality types and being among the most capable people) knows this all too well. He is very imaginative, yet decisive. Ambitious yet likes his privacy. Curious about everything but will remain focused.
  
  He has a natural thirst for knowledge which he has displayed since the early years of his life. Because of this, he was often teased at school for being so passion-driven about wanting to know everything. He’s proud of what he has been able to learn and loves being able to share with others the knowledge he has. Bailey is highly confident in the fields of chemistry, maths and science. However, he is also rather serious and prefers to design and carry out effective plans rather than waste his time on foolish distractions like gossip – which would’ve been one of the reasons he was such an easy target as a child.
  
  Bailey is self-confident in his skills and the ideas he focuses on. Using his insights and logic, he pushes innovation through sheer willpower. It may seem that he will constantly deconstruct and rebuild every idea and system that he encounters as he typically applies a sense of perfectionism and even morality to his work. Those who can’t see his point of view or can keep up with his processes often lose his respect.
  
  In Bailey’s mind, everything should be subject to questions and reviews. He dislikes rules, restrictions, and traditions. When he can, he often acts along and approaches things in an innovative and unique way. However, he may not wait for others to catch up with him as he works at his own pace. Because of this, he’s sometimes not as sensitive as he could be to the thoughts, desires, and plans of others.
  
  He aims to remain rational, no matter how attractive an easy but ill-considered route might be. Therefore, it’s quite easy to say that he isn’t impulsive. Every idea that forms in his mind must pass the strict and ever-present “does this make sense” and “is this going to work” filters in his head. He applies the filters to all things and all people, and this is where he can often run into trouble.
  
  Like mentioned before, Bailey is very confident in chemistry, science and maths. He takes the time to understand these subjects but, unfortunately, he is reluctant to bother with topics that involve social skills. He has a personality type that needs truth and depth, which makes white lies and small talk (even when they’re useful) extremely hard for him. He even sees many social practices (like parties) as downright stupid.
  
  Ironically, however, it is best for him to remain where he’s comfortable – out of the spotlight. He has extreme confidence in his space of element and when he does what he does best, people are drawn to him; professionally, socially, and even romantically. He feels fine on his own too, and sees that reaching out if often optional rather than needed.
  
  Bailey moves through life as though it was a giant chessboard, advancing and retreating with considered intelligence. He is always looking for new tactics, strategies, and contingency plans. He constantly outsmarts his peers as he maintains control, all the while making the most of his independent style of thinking. With this, he can achieve any goal he applies himself to.

  
  

  Quick, imaginative, and strategic minded – Bailey prides himself on his mind and will take every chance that he can to improve his knowledge. This shows the strength and flexibility of his strategic thinking. He is highly curious and always up for an intellectual challenge as he sees things from many different angles. He also uses his creativity to plan for unforeseen possibilities.
  
  High self-confidence – When he decides to do something, he has no reason to doubt his decisions or insights. This creates an honest, direct style of communication that isn’t held back by what others expect of him. When he’s right, he’s right and nothing will change that fact. Whether it’s a person, a process, or himself whose course needs to be corrected, he’ll hold his ground and have it no other way.
  
  Independents and decisive – His creativity, logic, and confidence form Bailey to stand on his own and take responsibility for his actions. Authority figures don’t impress him, and neither do social conventions or how popular something is. If he has a better idea, he will stand against anyone to promote his plan. To him, either an idea is rational, or it’s wrong – and he’s happy to apply that standard to himself.
  
  Hard-working and determined – If something grabs his interest, Bailey is very dedicated to his work. He will often put in long hours and intense effort. He is goal-orientated, and if takes lead to something clear and relevant, he strives to ensure those tasks are accomplished.
  
  Open-Minded – Bailey is open to new ideas – as long as they’re argued well enough. He is even open to ideas that go against his own if the thinking is sound (and that’s saying something!). He will often apply his openness and independence when thinking about matters like alternative lifestyles. Mix this with his dislike for rules and traditions, and it’s easy to see how he might lean toward more tolerant social views.
  
  Jack-of-all-trades – Due to his open-mindedness, willpower, independence, confidence, and planning abilities, Bailey is capable of doing anything that he sets his mind to. He is skilled in hacking anything life throws in his way, and is able to break down and learn from almost any system. He then uses the ideas found there wherever they’re needed.

  
  

  Arrogant – Sometimes, Bailey carries his confidence too far. He may falsely believe that he’s fixed all issues of a matter, then call it a day, rejecting the opposing opinions of those they believe to be intellectually inferior. With his disrespect for social standards, he can be insensitive when offering his opinion if he isn’t mindful of his attitude and less-developed social skills.
  
  Judgemental – He has complete confidence in his thought processes because rational arguments are almost by definition correct – at least, in theory, it is. In practice, emotional considerations and history are hugely influential. A weak point for Bailey is that he brands these factors and those who embrace them as illogical. He often dismisses them as people who think in an inferior way. This can make it all but impossible for others to be heard.
  
  Overly Analytical – Bailey’s strength is also his downfall. He is highly critical and sometimes may reach a high level of picky thoroughness when dealing with others. Many people are likely to flee and sometimes not even seen again due to his exceeding pickiness.
  
  Anxious – Despite being confident in his work, Bailey is also very anxious about situations which he has no control over. Often this anxiety leaves him frozen and unable to think clearly – which then causes more anxiety as he knows that people often turn to him to think of a plan.
  
  Clueless in romance – A resentment towards rules and his tendency to overanalyze and judge, even to the point of complete and utter arrogance, adds up to being clueless in dating. Having a new relationship won't last long enough for him to understand what is going on and how to behave. He tends to make things only worse for himself as he tries too hard, and has generally just given up on searching for love.

  
  

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  Name: Moon Soo-Ah
  
  Nicknames: N/A
  
  Gender: Female
  
  Age: 19 (kor) / 18 (int)
  
  D.O.B: November 3rd
  
  P.O.B: Seoul, South Korea
  
  Sexuality: Heterosexual
  
  Height: 5’5″/ 164 cm
  
  Weight: 97 lbs/ 44 kg
  
  Hair: Black
  
  Eyes: Black
  
  Body Type: Ectomorph
  
  Mods: Ears pierced
  
  Tattoos: X
  
  Style: X X X
  
  Occupation: College Student/Athlete
  
  Major: Economics
  
  Role: Guilty By Association
  
  Face Claim: Ji Su Yeon
  
  
  
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  Virtues:
  
  Strong Practical Skills: Soo-Ah is an excellent manager of day-to-day tasks and routine maintenance, she enjoys making sure that those who are close to her are well cared for.
  
  Strong Sense of Duty: Soo-Ah has a strong sense of responsibility and strives to meet her obligations, though this may sometimes be more from a sense of her parents' expectations.
  
  Very Loyal: Soo-Ah is eager to preserve the status quo, which makes her extremely loyal and trustworthy. She can always be relied upon.
  
  Sensitive and Warm: Soo-Ah seeks harmony and cares deeply about other people’s feelings, being careful not to offend or hurt anybody.
  
  Good at Connecting with Others: Soo-Ah can be described as social, comfortable, and well-liked. She has a strong need to belong and has no problem with small talk or following social cues.
  
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  Worried about her Social Status: Soo-Ah's preoccupation with social status and influence, affects many decisions she makes, potentially limiting her creativity and open-mindedness.
  
  Inflexible: Soo-Ah places a lot of importance on what is socially acceptable and can be very cautious, even critical of anything unconventional or outside the mainstream.
  
  Reluctant to Innovate or Improvise: Just as she can be critical of others’ “unusual” behavior, Soo-Ah may also be unwilling to step out of her own comfort zone, usually for fear of being different.
  
  Vulnerable to Criticism: Soo-Ah can become very defensive and hurt if someone, especially a person close to her, criticizes her habits, beliefs, or traditions.
  
  Often Too Needy: Soo-Ah needs to hear and see a great deal of appreciation. If her efforts go unnoticed, she may start fishing for compliments, in an attempt to get the reassurance of how much she is valued.
  
  Too Selfless: Soo-Ah sometimes tries to establish her value with doting attention, something that can quickly overwhelm those who don’t need it, making it ultimately unwelcome. Furthermore, she often neglects her own needs in the process.
  
  Likes: Shooting, reading, movies, traveling.
  
  Dislikes: Losing, making people disappointed, cold weather.
  
  Fears: Not being enough
  
  
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  Backstory:
  
  Since Soo-Ah was a child, she was always expected to be at the top, her father was the commissioner-general of the National Police, and her mother was the deputy director-general of women safety planning. Both of her parents excelled in their areas, and with a great sense of justice. They wanted their daughter to be the personification of a good civilian.
  
  From a young age, Soo-Ah was put into shooting classes, a sport her father practiced when he was young, and wanted her daughter to continue with his passion. She formed a liking for the sport and started attending competitions, she thought that if she excelled her parents would pay attention to her instead of being too busy with their work, but that wasn't the case, she would see her friends with their parents while she was alone or in the company of her grandmother when she came to visit.
  
  As she grew up, Soo-Ah started trying to be at the top, just to have her parents attention, but work always came first for them, and when they noticed her they would always say that she could do better, the only one that believed in her was her grandmother that would always reassure her she was perfect and was good.
  
  She became known in the world of shooting sports as she became one of the future promises in the sport for South Korea, and thanks to this she got a scholarship at Yonsei University so she could be part of their shooting team. She accepted knowing that would be what her parents would have wanted her to do since she was supposed to become an excellent student that would fo to one of the best universities in the country.
  
  But being known for something just put a target on your back, everyone was watching every move Soo-Ah move and how she would become better in the sport, but when she finished second after some rookie won against her, call it a bad day or just luck from the other girl. Soo-Ah felt she had let everyone down and that her expectations from her were broken and she just prove she was just a failure. It didn't take long until the news of the competition started going around campus and all her teammates and trainers just told her that she just needed to get her head back into the sport and just focused.
  
  With all the pressure of everyone that wanted to go back to first place, Soo-Ah packed her things to go to the place that was a safe spot for her.
  Her grandmother's house the only one that wouldn't pressure her to be perfect all the time and to compare to someone else, the only person that saw the flawed Soo-Ah and still loved her.
  
  
  
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  Moon Jae-joon - Father
  
  Soo-Ah and her father are not that close since he is often busy with work. He tends to have a cold and stoic personality, He is the epitome of the person that would follow all the rules and won't accept mistakes. He is the one that introduced Soo-Ah to shooting.

  
  
  

  
  

  Moon Baram - Mother
  
  Soo-Ah is a little bit closer to her mother than her father, in some ways is more caring and warm that her father, but tends to get too busy with work too, she is always making sure that Soo-Ah succeeds so she can prove her worth everywhere.

  
  
  

  
  

  Moon Ae-Cha - Grandmother
  
  Soo-Ah is the closest to her grandmother, she loves spending time with her and just being around her. She is the only one that doesn't pressure her to be perfect and reassures she is good enough. When Soo-Ah is feeling down, she knows she can always count on her grandmother to help her feel better.

  
  
  

  
  

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Basics

Persona

Backstory

Miscellaneous

I did my best to read your eyes to read between your pretty lies

 

[neon reverie]

Park Sun-mi

basics.

full name : Park Sun-mi
nickname : her mother used to dote on her how she was her angel; precious and pure. the nickname lost its love as time went by and is now simply a remnant of the past she'd rather not look back on. same goes for the nicknames her ex-lover had given her; princess and doll now feels like filth sticking to her skin and echoes horrible memories. as for other nicknames... slut or whore just does not cut it quite right either, so sun-mi has decided to deal a no nickname policy from now on. for her real name at least.
alias : her aliases may differ depending on the day or mood. sometimes you get to know her as mo-yeon, sometimes as song-yi or yeon-joo - it really depends on the drama that's stuck in her head tbh..
age : twenty-four
gender : female
sexuality : identifies as straight but is at least bi-curious.
d.o.b : 8th of april 1996
p.o.b : bucheon, south korea
role : the mistress

visage.

height : with a height of 5′3 (161 cm), sun-mi is more on the petite side. you could often find her being taller than her actual height due to wearing heels lots of the time.. but time has changed, and running in heels is not her greatest strengths.
weight : her usual weight fluctuates around 99 lbs (45 kgs), however, the last months have really not been easy on the stomach - so if you weight her right now, she would probably be around the 92 lbs ( 42 kgs).
hair : her hair looks duller, more disorderly and has lost most of its previous waves due to not having had a perm in a while. it does still fall down her shoulders, ending mid-waist, and holds the same black colour. there has been the contemplation to dye it another colour ( she always wondered how it would look blonde) but time flies when you are on the run - so the chance has not yet fallen onto her path.
eyes : you will meet a warm, brown colour when you gaze into her eyes, accentuated by a prominent set of eyelashes.
skin : her skin has known better days; hidden underneath the layer of foundation and clothes, you may find a map of discolouration from scars and bruises alike. they form the physical manifestation of the past she's now on the escape from but if anyone asks, it was just one hell of a fall down the stairs.
build : thin & petite. sun-mi is certainly not the fittest and her physique reflects that. however, don't be quick to underestimate her: her resolve has kept her alive so far and the adrenaline might just be enough of a stimulant for you to get a proper kick in the stomach and punch to the face.
fashion : being the mistress of an infamous mafia boss did have its perks. for example, sun-mi got to live a life of luxury fashion galore. what? she could not help it that her ex-lover liked to shower her with the occasional gifts. if someone were to describe her style, it would be along the lines of bold opulence. think of a tight black dress, a chic red coat or a deep purple suit. of course, her current situation brought changes to the wardrobe. there are less bright colours involved, more jeans than dresses. minimalism now reigns and the mistress has lost her crown, but that's okay because deep within, she yearns for just that. simplicity.

persona.

- synopsis
once a person teeming of positivity, innocence and unconditional love. now a bearer of too many faces, most unknowing who the real sun-mi is. which one is true? could it be the lone woman sitting by the bar, flirtatious in communication and certainly not opposed to a bit of fun in the night? or is it the meek stranger you accidentally bump into, overly apologetic and adoringly clumsy in her ways of expressionism. or, perchance, you get to encounter the sun-mi with a glare on the visage, purpose in her step and bite in her remarks. all of it could very well be theatrics, or perhaps there is a little bit of truth to every persona. no one knows, not even her at times. you see, sun-mi has come to regard herself as an actress playing the role of a heroine in a drama; has learned to evolve into different roles, changing behaviour on the whim like one does when shooting different dramas. whatever the scene at hand needs, she will become. some might view it as manipulative or downright crazy but with one foot in her own grave, her life is bound to require some improv to keep it on the roll.

sun-mi does not do friends, not anymore. hell, she does not even do acquaintances. whatever version of her you encountered ever since the escape may very well be an illusion or a feverish dream, the connections you think to have established being, in reality, akin to nothing. in her eyes, you are only a fleeting moment, an insignificant character who just happened to be at the same place at the same time. don't take it personally, having connections is just not something she can afford at the moment. maybe in the future, where a constant threat of death isn't stalking her like a shadow. or maybe never - because that degree of vulnerability is something she does not want to subject herself to anymore. either way, you will probably only catch a glimpse of her before her imminent departure. but, on the off chance that you do get to spend some more time with her, you will find that there are some traits that never change regardless of the mask.

sun-mi is paranoid, though she deserves to be. there are phantoms chasing her day and night; a whisper in her ear, an ominous hand on her shoulder, the cold-pressed metal of a barrel against her temple. everyone could be them, anyone could be him. she has hallucinations, finding his face in strangers, and watches how mundane objects morph into that of a knife or a gun. maybe it's due to trauma, or maybe it's because she's fucking tired. plagued by nightmares and previous memories, sun-mi has become a full-fledged insomniac. it makes her disoriented and quite short-tempered as well. as for loyalties- she was loyal to the point where the proof laid in the bruised markings on her skin, so that's a thing of the past too. this time, and from now on, sun-mi only chooses one person worthy of devotion, and that is herself. so don't expect much from her, she won't either.

but sun-mi is not all vices, despite them pouring out after being suppressed for so long now. there is a resilience to her, an unwavering determination to get through this and build something new for herself. her old passion still lives inside as well, and it comes through in unbridled excitement when one of her favourite dramas releases an episode, or when she sees an animal in need. despite how the mistress conducts herself as, her heart has not turned completely to stone yet. there is still a current of care underneath the maelstrom, an instinct to help those suffering. maybe out of her own sense of vengeance, wanting nothing more than to make her abuser beg for his life, or maybe there are still pieces of the old sun-mi alive and kicking. if her life has given her any skill, it's the ability to make split-second- decisions. to run, or not to run? to draw that one pocket knife from her bag or not?

sun-mi runs her life on fear, yes, but it's the one thing that keeps her alive, keeps her surviving - and that's all that matters.

- likes : watching kdramas, fashion, theatre, art (paintings in particular), animals, revenge, midnight, ballads, very spicy food
- dislikes : flowers, loud noises, being helpless, violence, anything that has to do with that damn mafia, secrecy, coffee, idk maybe having a target on your back,

backstory.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse
once upon a time, a baby girl was born on a spring day. the mother, unspeakably overjoyed, named her sun-mi because she truly believed this was a gift from god. sun-mi's father was never in the picture, but that's okay, because her mother loved enough for two parents, or three parents... or four... yeah, to say that sun-mi's mother cherished her child would be an understatement. you see, sun-mi lived a pretty sheltered life; her mother's over protectionism/borderline helicopter parent behaviour caused her to be homeschooled right up until high school. she was not allowed to play with other kids either, thus her childhood mostly existed within her own house. sun-mi was allowed to watch tv and boy, did she watch it religiously. it started with the usual kid shows like pororo or dooly, but then she discovered kdrama, and a whole new world opened to her. it became the highlight of her day - no, her life - and the young sun-mi began to fantasize about the romance portrayed in the dramas, wondering when she'd get to experience that as well.

it was due to this immersion, that she started high school with a certain romanticism about life in general. fellow students found her naive, dumb or downright delusional, and it did not help that her mother threatened to sue other parents for the tiniest things either. so sun-mi did not have many friends during high school either, but throughout the years, the attention from male peers did increase. she got to receive compliments and even small gifts, to which sun-mi was over the moon, nevertheless, no actual dates came from it. it was okay though, because little did she know that she'd get to meet a certain owen lee a year later..

it was during her job, later in the evening. sun-mi had somehow managed to get a job as a server in a more high-class restaurant ( some might argue it was due to looks rather than actual skills) and she'd been assigned to a table full of men in expensive-looking suits. dutifully, she put up her best smile and went to serve the group.. however, during the dinner, sun-mi found herself sharing glances with one of the men in particular. he was obviously way older than her but there was something about the way he carried himself that drew her in. he was so classy and mature, a stark difference to the boys back in high school, and - if she may say so - desirably close to those CEO characters she'd seen in her kdramas. sun-mi found her heart beating loudly, blush donning her cheeks when he complimented her appearance, stomach churning when their fingers brushed against each other as she handed him the check. could you really blame her for saying yes when he asked for her number and, subsequently, out to dinner a week later?

to sun-mi, it was crystal clear. this was the love they spoke about in all the kdramas; the unconditional kind that made you feel more alive than ever before, the kind that was reserved for no one but the one. no, it did not matter that he was already married - that was because he had yet to meet her. no, she would not listen to her mother's crazy rantings about the man and how he was tainting her innocence - her mother knew nothing about their love. no, it did not matter that he was involved in some shady business - it did not erase the man he was to her. the person she'd been waiting for all her life. he loved her, trusted her enough to whisper secrets of his business late at night. it was a privilege she thought... right until it became a burden. right until she not only became his mistress - the secret confidant - but his personal target of any outburst as well.

it did not start out so bad. the first time was a mere slip of the hand, as he would dub it after in an apology, and sun-mi forgave him instantly, because that's what you do, wasn't it? she loved him, so she believed him. he was not like this, not to her. but then it started to happen more often and the fits became more unbridled, more violent. sun-mi would come to curse herself for not leaving sooner, would come to despise how foolish she was in her beliefs that everything would get better and that she should stay because she promised to weather any storm by his side. she continued to endure his abuse for two more years, too intertwisted in her own delusional notion of love, before she truly realized this life was not worth the pain.

it took another half year to truly escape that life, bound by the secrets he spilt. sun-mi managed to get the help of a gang member, a boy named jung-hoo, who also hoped to get away from the criminal life he'd been leading. their plan worked, partly. she escaped, he didn't. sun-mi does not dare to think about what happened to him (she already knows) and instead focuses on what's ahead. she spent a few weeks bouncing between the cities and villages near Seoul, never staying at a location for more than a few hours at the time, thinking of a survival plan. there is no distinct plan yet but the ex-mistress figured out that it was best to abandon the northern cities and opt for the south. so here she was, catching the first bus she saw heading into that direction..

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  name

  oh jun-myeong (오준명; 伍準命)
  

  birth

  oh seong-byeong (오성병; 伍性病)
  

  nickname(s)

  jun
  

  aliases

  kim yeong-jae (김영재; 金榮才); yuryeong (specter); any name he thinks of, for those he will never see again
  

  age

  20 (int) 21 (kor)
  

  gender

  cis male
  

  sexuality

  bisexual
  

  rom.

  demiromantic
  

  p.o.b

  mokpo, s. korea
  

  d.o.b

  march 21, 2000
  

  role

  ex-double crosser
  

  fc

  Kim Seok-woo (SF9 Rowoon)
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  hair

  A dark brown, near-black color -- always parted slightly to the left.
  
  

  eyes

  Jun's eyes are a dark, unassuming shade of bitter, cool-toned brown. Unbeknownst to the rest of the world, however, Jun-myeong has extraordinary eyesight -- around 20/7, or 6/2.1 -- and he sees far more than people would think. After his escape from the mafia, he chose to regularly don glasses, hopefully coming off as visually impaired instead of suspiciously eagle-eyed.
  
  

  height

  1.77 m (5'10)
  
  

  weight

  63 kg (139 lbs)
  
  

  build

  Jun is fairly slim and lanky. He has a thin layer of lean muscle, but his occupation in the Korean mafia never demanded him to be any bulkier.
  
  

  body mods & tattoos

  None -- Jun's identity has always been a thing of mystery, and he refuses to modify his body in any way that can make him more easily identifiable.
  
  

  scars

  Jun has a few burn scars on his back, but beyond that, he's unscathed.
  
  

  ailments

  Jun-myeong's stamina isn't all that impressive -- he has a fairly low lung capacity due to smoking in his formative years.
  
  

  style

  Jun-myeong's style has never been something of note -- it's best described as plain, consisting mostly of t-shirts and jeans.
  
  

  overall

  Jun is young and fresh-faced -- maybe even pretty, depending on your taste. He's wide-eyed and looks like he hasn't experienced the real world yet -- what's there to suspect?
  
  

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    From his youthful appearance, Jun-myeong does not come off as a hardened criminal, and his outward persona only adds to that. He's reserved and prefers not to draw excessive attention to himself, but when people do interact with Jun-myeong, they note that he is mild-mannered and unobtrusive. He greets the people in his town with a polite smile every time they cross paths, engaging in a brief conversation about the weather and other insubstantial things. He's not exuberant or particularly social, but he's amiable and pleasant to talk to -- he's even described as considerate, and is someone no one in his village dislikes.
    
    Internally, however, it's a different story. Perhaps Jun's nice, forgettable demeanor is a ruse, but he has no malicious intent. All he wants is to untangle himself from the convoluted web that is the South Korean mafia. Jun-myeong wants to try his hand at a simple life -- boring, but simple, with only menial problems like, "oh dear, the roof is leaking again," instead of "kill this snake, he fucking dared to try to take our recent shipment of young women from Hong Kong."
    
    Jun is no fool, however. He has never been one to think about the long run, but he's clever and rational, and most certainly cynical. Even as a young child, Jun-myeong was never truly gullible, or even optimistic. Jun knows that he's not going to live some perfect little farm boy life, and he has known that since before he could walk. The world is his enemy, and it'll catch up to him eventually -- to him, his life is a ticking time bomb, and it's only so long before it all blows up.
    
    Despite his cynical view of his own future, Jun-myeong isn't one to linger on or brood over it. Many nights are spent awake as he stares up at the leaky ceiling, wide-eyed and thinking about his fate, but Jun has always lived in the moment and focuses solely on the present. As a result, he rarely ruminates over his past and burns bridges easily. He's action-oriented and hates routine -- his life in the village is merely a gasp of fresh air in his life of constant running. Jun-myeong is incredibly well-versed at thinking on the spot and never panics when things go awry, but for someone so eagle-eyed, he can be surprisingly short-sighted.
    
    At his core, Jun can be a little rough around the edges. He's painfully blunt, and doesn't care about shoving the prickly truth down someone's throat. He serves up heavy news of a loved one's suicide or murder as nonchalantly as he speaks about the weather -- Jun-myeong has never been sensitive or soft-hearted. He's not particularly reactive and doesn't take things personally, but he can often jump into things and create an upset with a stray fist or a dirty insult. He's fairly easy-going, and jokes around a lot, though his humor is dark and full of witticisms. He's the guy who'll make a dirty joke with a sardonic twist of his mouth, uncaring of whether it's appropriate or not.
    
    Jun-myeong is neither moral nor immoral, by society's standards or his own. He's incredibly impartial, and simply does what he needs to do. He gains no satisfaction from the sheer act of killing, but it doesn't weigh on his soul either. It's simply a job for him, like how office workers go to their cubicles every day, or how part-time workers put a smile on their face at the cash register. What difference does killing have? The world is cruel, and everyone Jun was around was twisted; the only things that are off-limits for him are kids and animals -- everyone else is fair game.
    
    Jun is self-serving -- if a choice doesn't benefit him, he's not going to make it. Yet at the same time, he's loyal and honest in his relationships, and doesn't do underhanded manipulation behind someone's back. Perhaps Jun isn't the kindest person, but he's upfront and doesn't entertain any illusions. He's not completely unfeeling; if he enjoyed the friendship, its end would be bittersweet, but sentiment is never the foundation to any ties he makes.
    
    Material goods and thrills aren't things that Jun-myeong relies upon heavily, but he has a faint, hedonistic side underlying his persona. Jun loves the feeling of a warm, bare body next to him, loves the feeling of breathing smoke into the air, loves the feeling of too-expensive cognac burning his throat. He chases after physical experiences over emotional ones, because the former was always there for him and the latter never was.
    
    

    positive traits

    mild-mannered, logical, quick-thinking, not gullible, honest, thick-skinned, observant, impartial
    
    

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    doesn't plan for the long term, selfish, insensitive, apathetic, cynical, can be impulsive
    
    

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    likes

    sweet mint gum, smoking, the occasional scotch, candy -- especially high-end chocolates and soft caramels, sheep, chicks (the bird, not the woman -- although he certainly doesn't mind the latter), taking care of the animals on the farm, hanja, reading, the feeling of a gun in his hand, death (sounds like it could help him out), anonymity
    
    

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    child molesters, fucking fat old men (sorry, it's a preference), handling crops, chess, math, science, close combat, running, rosé, vodka, people, socialization, loud noises, his parents, his brother Ju-cheon, getting drunk, getting high, the heat, physical restraints
    
    

    fears

    Jun-myeong only fears one thing in life, and his name is Jang Han-gil. He could care less about dying or being assaulted, and he would stand there, with a blank, polite smile plastered to his face, if Owen Lee came to his doorstep with a pistol aimed at his head (granted, he has never met Owen Lee). But Jun knows Han-gil intimately, and even then, the man's still a mystery. Jun knows he's dangerous, but beyond that, he's unpredictable, and even Jun-myeong, with his quick-thinking, has something to fear from him.
    
    Jun's not sure if it's a fear or extreme hate, but he can't stand getting drunk or high. He doesn't want to fully lose himself to something that takes him away from his mind.
    
    

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    Jun has incredible eyesight and incredible aim. His hand-eye coordination applies to all things, but in the mafia, he specialized in shooting and assassination. He can shoot a target dead-on from over half a kilometer away with ease. Jun-myeong admittedly isn't good at close combat at all, but he has the pressure points of the body memorized, which is honestly his main (and only) defense if he's caught in a tough situation without his gun. He only speaks fluent Korean, but can read Chinese due to his obsession with studying hanja. He's no pro, but he's a fairly decent handyman. Jun-myeong smokes a lot, though he was forced to wean off of it during his time on the farm. He is very fond of animals -- particularly sheep and baby birds -- but even they aren't immune to his ultimately self-serving outlook.
    
    
    
    
    
    
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    TW: mentions of abuse, drugs, alcoholism, pedophilia/sexual relations with a minor
    
    Oh Seong-byeong was born into a trainwreck of a household, and from the moment he was conceived, it was made apparent that there was no way he would escape unscathed.
    
    His parents were pathetic and sick, and it was embedded in every aspect of his life, including things as minute as his name. His eldest brother, Chang-hee, was named for prosperity (chang, 昌) and happiness (hee, 喜). Chang-hee was around eight years older; back then, their parents were still underqualified high school dropouts who jumped from part-time job to part-time job, but they were hopeful and they were happy. Perhaps that was always why Chang-hee was the idealistic one, the kind one, the mediator. Perhaps seeing how far his family had fallen was what prompted his depression, driving him to suicide at age fifteen.
    
    By the time his second brother, Ju-cheon, was born, their parents were starting to lose hope. They started drinking on a regular basis, and their father began his futile effort at gambling what little money they had. As high school dropouts in the competitiveness of Korean society, they were doomed from the start, and it was beginning to show. Ju-cheon was named for beer (ju, 酒) and money (cheon, 錢) -- a little questionable, but not too bad.
    
    By the time Seong-byeong was born, his parents were as deadbeat as deadbeats could get. They dropped out of all their jobs and lived solely off of government subsidies. Their father was wasting their money away picking up prostitutes, while their mother burned it all through alcohol and drugs. Seong-byeong was named by his father, a man who grew bitterer and bitterer as life continued to disappoint him. Seong-byeong means STD -- he was a shameful illness, not a son. None of them were sons anymore.
    
    Growing up, Seong-byeong and Ju-cheon fought constantly. The latter was angry that he still had to suffer the most under his father's abusive tendencies; he named Seong-byeong for an STD, for God's sake -- how could he take his anger out more on Ju-cheon than the youngest?
    
    One day, Chang-hee had left the house and never returned. Seong-byeong thought he had run away, but the news of a young, fifteen-year-old boy that committed suicide by jumping off of Mokpo Bridge proved him wrong. Seong-byeong felt a bit of grief -- Chang-hee was the only good person in their household -- but he couldn't say that he didn't expect it.
    
    After Chang-hee's death, very little in their household changed -- it was like his suicide was another day, another disappointment. Ju-cheon started leaving their ratty banhija apartment more often -- for what, Seong-byeong wasn't sure. As for himself, he started stealing books from the library, studying hanja in hopes to one day change his name into something with a more respectable meaning. He took to theft rather well -- he was always absurdly sharp-eyed and observant of his surroundings.
    
    Ju-cheon ran away when he was twelve, and when Seong-byeong was nine. Seong-byeong resented Ju-cheon for the longest time; now, all of his parents' anger and despair was directed at him. His father's thick, greasy fingers dug into Seong-byeong's neck now, not Ju-cheon's. He was the one hit over the head with a broken bottle, the one whose head was shoved into the toilet bowl, the one who had burn marks on his back from the edges of hot metal pans. Perhaps a better person would've gained more sympathy for Ju-cheon and what he had to go through, but Seong-byeong was just bitter.
    
    When he was eleven, Seong-byeong was loitering in the nearby park late at night, unwilling to go home. He saw a small bird nest around 30 meters in front of him, tucked in the branches of a tree (he always had incredible eyesight and incredible aim -- it was something he would've bragged to his parents about if they were lucid enough to listen). Feeling bitter and feeling cruel, Seong-byeong grabbed a rock and slung it at the single baby bird in the nest. The branches shuddered as the bird's dead body thumped to the ground, leaves following suit and blanketing the baby bird with dry, crackling sheets of orange and brown.
    
    Seong-byeong immediately felt guilty, though the guilt was muffled by his eternal anger. He wanted to hurt someone, anyone -- perhaps even himself -- but the baby bird didn't deserve it. It wasn't like a human. Seong-byeong wished he could take it back.
    
    Killing that bird would change his life forever.
    
    A man, clad in an expensive suit and a luxury trench cloak, approached the young boy. He had been sitting on a bench near the tree that had held the now-dead bird, a lone, dark figure in the desaturated greens and blues of the park. "Where are your parents?" he had asked, and Seong-byeong bristled, leveling his gaze with the older man's. "I'm sorry, you're looking awfully thin." The man pointed at a quaint little restaurant down the street. "If you'd like, I'll buy you a meal. I can't stand to see children go hungry."
    
    Seong-byeong wasn't dumb, nor was he gullible. But the appeal of a free, quality meal was too much to resist. What was the worst the man could do to him anyway? Kidnap him? Rape him? Kill him? Seong-byeong was aware of the consequences, but he didn't fear them in the slightest.
    
    So he accepted the meal. And he kept going back to the man. They would meet up at the park twice a week and go to a new restaurant. Sometimes, they would take one of the many highspeed trains from Mokpo to Seoul, and Seong-byeong would see a world he never knew he would reach. The mysterious man -- Han-gil, he introduced himself as, "but you can call me hyung" -- had access to private rooms in restaurants so luxurious that the railings were lined with gold. Seong-byeong never spoke of anything too specific when it came to himself, but he and Han-gil got along. They were friends.
    
    "I'm sorry, I never caught your name." It was the third dinner, at that point. Seong-byeong swallowed his food, saying easily, "Kim Yeong-jae." He liked that name -- it sounded nice, and it had a decent meaning. Kim for gold, yeong for glory, and jae for talent, or ability. Those were three things that could pull him out of his shitty position. Oh Seong-byeong was no more.
    
    After six months of free meals and weekly wads of cash, Han-gil offered Yeong-jae a deal. "I can't just keep spending money on you," he said. "I'm afraid I can't afford that. However, I have a job offer for you. Join me -- you can be my personal assistant of sorts -- and you won't have to worry about money anymore."
    
    Of course Yeong-jae was suspicious. But he trusted Han-gil -- not fully, of course, but he trusted that the man did have an opportunity for him. He had seen the money, the sheer wealth -- besides, what was there to lose?
    
    Yeong-jae agreed, and went back home, knowing it'd be his last night there. His father was absent, fortunately. Yeong-jae entered his mother's room -- predictably, she was knocked out. He held her hand for a few minutes, tracing the lines of her palm with his fingers. Then he reached into her jacket, removing an old, wrinkled photo. It was of his parents and his aunt and uncle on his mother's side. They were younger there -- they were happier there.
    
    Yeong-jae tucked the photo into his waistband and left.
    
    He started living in Han-gil's luxury apartment in Incheon. The older man was in the mafia; Yeong-jae wasn't surprised. He lingered around the apartment for the first few weeks, doing simple tasks like cleaning the rooms. Then one day, Han-gil took him shooting; he demonstrated once, hitting the innermost ring, before handing the gun to Yeong-jae. His first shot missed; the second one landed in the middle ring. Every shot after that hit the bulls-eye exactly. Yeong-jae turned to glance at Han-gil; the older man's lips were curled into a slight smile, and there was no surprise in his expression.
    
    Yeong-jae was twelve when Han-gil started sending him out on missions. They were infrequent -- sometimes, he went out thrice a week, and other times, he only went out once every two months. Yeong-jae's task was simple; assassinate the target. He did so every time.
    
    By the time Yeong-jae turned fourteen, there were whispers of a silent assassin. Yeong-jae lived a life isolated to Han-gil's luxury flat, and had no reason to linger among everyone else. Even when he was on his missions, he kept his distance -- his eyesight allowed him to do so. His existence was a rumor -- no one could confirm anything. He was deemed Yuryeong -- ghost, specter, or spirit -- by some. The others simply scoffed -- they weren't interested in conspiracy theories.
    
    When Yeong-jae was almost fifteen, he was sent on a new kind of mission. "Don't kill this one," Han-gil had said. "I need you to distract him." He leaned forward, murmuring with intent in his eyes. "He likes younger boys."
    
    At Yeong-jae's disgusted expression, Han-gil pat his back; his hand was warm, almost reassuring. "I'll let you kill him once I'm done," he explained, his tone low. "I'm truly, truly sorry I have to do this to you, but there is no one else I trust."
    
    Yeong-jae believed him -- Han-gil gave him special privileges, and in his three years of working under him, he couldn't find any drawbacks. So Yeong-jae went to the man and pleasured him. He hated it -- when he returned to the flat, Yeong-jae was relieved and itching to kill -- itching to remove the filth. But then Han-gil sent him back to the same man. "The task isn't finished. He trusts me, and he likes you. This is the only way. I'll make it up to you -- look through this catalog, I'll buy you anything you want."
    
    Eventually, the thing -- sex, his mind whispered -- didn't matter so much to Yeong-jae. He was desensitized to it -- it was only a job, just like the assassinations. It was a minor inconvenience, but he lived in the laps of luxury for it. And maybe one day, he would be sent to someone younger without so much fat lining his belly -- someone less sweaty and with a prettier face. That was the least he could ask for.
    
    Sometimes, a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Ju-cheon's would taunt him. "Aren't you ashamed of being a whore?" The sneer in the voice was so characteristic of Ju-cheon, and it drove him mad. But then again, like everything else, Yeong-jae didn't care about it anymore. It didn't matter much -- he was living his best life. Sure, his work may be unpleasant at times, but how many people in the world really enjoyed their jobs?
    
    When Yeong-jae was eighteen, his kill count was in the hundreds. But that didn't matter -- how many people he killed wasn't significant. When he was eighteen, nearly nineteen, he started sneaking out. He started going to the clubs the mafia members would always frequent. He would catch eyes with someone across the dance floor, and then they would be making out against the wall. He heard names being tossed around -- Owen Lee, Elvis, etc. They didn't mean much to him, but the information was refreshing. Yeong-jae was sheltered for over half a decade -- he didn't know anything about the actual mafia.
    
    Yeong-jae knew that Han-gil knew of his activities. Han-gil knew everything. But the older man let him continue by not stopping him, so Yeong-jae did.
    
    One month later, Han-gil sent him on another new mission. A group mission. "We need your skill," he said. "We've been by each other's side for six years -- I trust that you will ensure our success." Han-gil knelt down in front of him, setting a broad hand on his shoulder and looking into his eyes with warmth in his gaze.
    
    Yeong-jae believed him, and why shouldn't he have? He had never, ever failed before. His aim was always true.
    
    But the deal fell sideways, and Yeong-jae was shocked. Maybe it was the group thing -- he had never worked with others before. But he didn't believe it -- with Han-gil's meticulous plans and his own faultless aim, there was no way they could've failed.
    
    It was when Yeong-jae was left behind that he started forming an image of the truth in his mind. Han-gil was frighteningly intelligent, knowledgeable, and powerful. Yeong-jae had no proof, but did he truly need any? He knew what kind of man Han-gil was -- charismatic, but scheming. Meticulous, with never a step out of place and never a footstep left behind. Han-gil was just like him -- unbound by sentiment.
    
    Yeong-jae had spent his entire adolescence by Han-gil's side. He was an assassin with a 100% success rate -- why would Han-gil want to get rid of him?
    
    Han-gil was an enigma, though. He knew everything, but his intentions were always murky. Yeong-jae couldn't tell if Han-gil recruited him because he saw him murder that bird on that cold, damp day, or whether he intended to traffick him. He couldn't tell whether Han-gil simply grew tired of him, or if he thought Yeong-jae would betray him, with how much he was leaving the apartment. Han-gil had all the cards, and everyone knew it, but no one knew what he wanted to do with them.
    
    What Yeong-jae did know, however, was that Han-gil cut him off. So Yeong-jae would do the same, and there was no going back. Yeong-jae confessed information to the police -- he gained protection, but he knew that wouldn't be enough. So he ran. He stole a handgun from an officer and a pair of glasses -- wire-rimmed, plain with no prescription -- and went undercover.
    
    As he felt for that wrinkled image he took from his mother so many years ago, hidden under his clothes. Yeong-jae recalled a story. He was young, very young, and his mother was drunk and rambling. "Seongie, I come from this village," she slurred, shoving her cracked phone into his face. "My older sister still lives there . . . she's disappointed I bet." Her laugh turned into a sob, and Yeong-jae had left the room.
    
    Yeong-jae remembered the name. He traveled there, diverting his own path ten times before he reached the small village. The scenery was beautiful, but the buildings were simplistic and old -- a large contrast to what Yeong-jae had lived in before. He walked up to the building labeled "Inn," and politely asked for a Kang So-hee. The woman at the counter narrowed her eyes. "I'm Kang So-hee," she said. "Who are you?"
    
    Yeong-jae showed her the picture and her eyes immediately softened. "I'm your nephew," he said plainly. "My name is . . . Oh Jun-myeong." Jun for precision, exactness -- his perfect aim. Myeong for life, fate -- and the hope that his own would turn out better.
    
    With his new identity, Jun adopted his typical mild-mannered persona, but made it nicer and more pleasant. He kept to himself, but the villagers loved him. He lived a simple life -- he took care of the animals on his aunt and uncle's farm, he fixed up the house whenever the roof started leaking again, and he even delved into the small collection of books in the living room.
    
    Sometimes, Jun-myeong craves the lavish meals Han-gil would indulge him in. He misses the expensive cigars, the aged scotch, the clubs where he could pick up an attractive one-night stand. Sometimes, he even misses the feeling of pressing his finger against the trigger of his gun. But what could he do? He has remained untouched for a year, but the mafia is always hunting for his scent. Jun-myeong resigns himself to a simple life, knowing that his last days will probably be on the farm, doing menial tasks over and over again.
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
    
  
  
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  Oh Yeon-seok
  (???, presumably 48)
  father

  
  

  Jun-myeong hates his dad; his father's abuse was fairly black-and-white, so Jun was never in a conflict over his feelings towards his father. Jun-myeong understands resorting to unsavory means when life never seems to get better, but because Jun personally suffered from it, his father is an enemy. It's in the past and he doesn't care to linger on it, but Jun-myeong is glad that they're out of each other's lives.

  
  

  Kang Do-hee
  (???, presumably 49)
  mother

  
  

  Jun-myeong's feelings towards his mother are a lot more complex and a lot less harsh compared to what he thinks of his father. He can't say he and his mom were close, but they never had a negative relationship. She tended to hurt herself instead of those around her, and her grief was heavy and poignant. She was never violent, only depressed. When she and Jun did interact, it was fairly pleasant and occasionally affectionate. Jun does not think of her often, but he holds no bitter feelings towards her.

  
  

  Oh Chang-hee
  (deceased at 15)
  oldest brother

  
  

  Jun-myeong feels bad for Chang-hee. He recalls lashing out at him constantly, but Chang-hee was always kind and taught him things of importance. Jun doesn't linger much on his brother, but if he had the opportunity, he likes to think he would've treated Chang-hee a lot more kindly.

  
  

  Oh Ju-cheon
  (???, presumably 23)
  older brother

  
  

  Jun-myeong says he hates his brother, but really, it's just a rivalry based on circumstance and anger. He has no positive opinion of Ju-cheon; though his brother's voice sometimes shows up to mock him, Jun does not hold as much resentment against him. He supposes that both of them being in the same position against their father helped solidify that mindset. Although Jun still doesn't really sympathize with Ju-cheon at all, his brother is not nearly in the same league as his father.

  
  

  Jang Han-gil
  (???, 40s-50s)
  former benefactor, friend -- who knows?

  
  

  Han-gil is . . . complicated. He's an enigma and a man of overwhelming intelligence, and holds all the cards, all the time. He's charismatic and warm, but internally, he doesn't care all that much and is simply playing the game. Despite the not-too-great ending to their relationship, Jun-myeong doesn't hate Han-gil at all. The older man has provided him a luxurious life for almost seven years, and even if they were constantly using each other, they got along rather well. They're both doing what they have to, and Jun doesn't resent Han-gil, as he was never gullible enough to believe that the older man cared for him out of the sheer kindness of his heart. But Jun-myeong does fear him; not in the way where one flinches and recoils, but in a way where Jun's attention heightens whenever he's in Han-gil's presence or territory -- which, frankly, could be anywhere, anytime. Han-gil is the peak of danger in Jun-myeong's mind, and he knows the man intimately enough to understand that he probably will never beat him.
  
  Although Jun-myeong doesn't think about it often, Owen Lee is still Han-gil's superior. Granted, Jun doesn't know Owen Lee at all, but to him, Owen presents no threat compared to Han-gil.

  
  

  Kim Ki-woo
  (71)
  uncle

  
  

  Ki-woo is a nice guy -- warm, mild-mannered, and with a welcoming glimmer in his eyes. He's considerate and friendly, and is probably wiser than he appears to be. Jun-myeong is far from having heart-to-heart conversations with his uncle -- though the latter probably wouldn't be opposed -- but they get along and can depend on each other.

  
  

  Kang So-hee
  (67)
  maternal aunt

  
  

  So-hee is inconsistent. She's warm and bright, and has moments of intense maternal love. On the other hand, she can be controlling and demanding. She's upset that she doesn't know much of what happened to her significantly younger sister, and she's upset that Jun won't tell her all he knows. She lashes out when she's angry, screaming at Jun-myeong only to come up to his room half an hour later to apologize with tears in her eyes. Jun gets it, but he won't be exposing his secrets to his aunt anytime soon.

  
  
  
  
  
  

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