𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

̗̀ mortals beware! is that { até } ? oh no, that’s just { nina kwon }. the { nineteen } year old { cisfemale } currently works around ilsan as a { con - artist }. { she } has been said to be { intelligent } but careful they can also be { manipulative }. some say they have a strange resemblance to { kim yerim } but they don’t see it. { elle, she/her, 19, gmt-7 }

kwon heejin:  daughter of an excessive heroin user and an underground fighter.  the two were in love,  if at least for a moment.  it only lasted a few years,  as her drug problem was becoming increasingly difficult to control and his temper was nothing less than dangerous and quite terrifying to those around him.  it was the last moments before anyone noticed these things about the couple that the child was born.  it was a premature delivery due to her mother’s needs and she spent most of her first few months in hospitals,  being tested,  poked,  and prodded.  once she left the stale odor of chemicals and was unhinged from the tubes and monitors,  her parents’s showed no love for her.  even as a small child,  when she would cry out,  her mother would shoot herself up once more and slam the door.  and her father’s income was growing scarce,  his work dwindling as he sustained injuries in his older age.

as she grew,  things about her odd family started to seem normal to her.  only bad girls get hit,  she would repeat it to herself over and over as she silently sobbed herself to sleep every night.  no one ever questioned it,  they were too scared to.  if anything,  some families just assumed she was training to fight like her father.  her mother’s addiction only got worse,  and she was moving on to more dangerous drugs.  heejin’s father always reminded her,  she was to take care of her mother no matter the circumstance.  

at the age of 16,  her mother died of an overdose on the living room couch while heejin was attending school.  when she found her,  she ran to the bedroom closet in fear of her father’s punishment.  she hid,  with a knife pressed close to her chest and held her breath until she heard her father’s footsteps walk through the door.  a shout of anger,  a crash,  and then barreling footsteps toward her room.  she shut her eyes tight as she heard the door swing open and crash against the wall,  splintering the drywall in the process.  through the slits in the closet she watched as her father destroyed the only place in the house in which she could call home.  finally,  he made his way to the closet door,  pulling it from it’s hinges and finding a shaking heejin.  the knife in her trembling hands almost fell to the ground as he grabbed her petite form and threw it across the room.

she noticed that with the force,  she had cut her leg and blood was trickling down her thigh.  her father was standing in the doorway of the closet,  staring at her with fury in his eyes.  she barely even remembers what happened next,  she screamed as he made his way toward her and she ran as hard as she could.

she sustained a broken rib and bruises all along her body by the end of it as she stared into her parent’s dead eyes.  her father’s torso was nothing but stab wounds,  dried blood caking his shirt.  her mother’s mouth was puffy with saliva and she was pale as snow.

she left with only a pack of clothes and the drug money she had found in her mother’s purse.  it wasn’t much,  but enough for her to skip town.  she found herself in hongdae after a black out,  sleeping on a bench with nothing to cover her but the sweatshirt on her back.  the money in her bag was gone,  either stolen or spent she didn’t know.  she still had the bills stuffed in her pockets and bra and at least that was enough to get herself a meal.  she was found by a woman,  eating alone on a street bench in the cold.  the woman took her to a shelter for young women,  telling her she’d be safe there.  desperate for a good meal and a bed,  she played along.  when they asked her for her name she told them “nina kwon” and everything else was unknown to her.  she told them she was born in the states and that her parents died in an accident.  a lie to which she would convince herself was true.

she found work,  with a woman whose name she would never really know.  she was given clothing and shelter, with a move to ilsan, and that’s all she could ask for.  the only thing she knew for sure was that this is how she gets money.  she goes to lavish parties,  auctions,  dresses in the finest clothing and jewelry,  and then  ...  she gets the gold.

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