"AS IF THE ONLY TOOL I OWNED FOR FINDING TRUTH WAS A KNIFE..."
FULL NAME:Â Roman Michael Han NICKNAME(S):Â N/A PREFERRED NAME(S):Â N/A BIRTH DATE:Â September 25th, 1982 AGE: 41 OCCUPATION:Â ATF supervisory special agent AFFILIATION: N/A TIME IN TV: < 1 year
GENDER:Â Cis Man PRONOUNS:Â He/Him/His NATIONALITY:Â Korean-American ETHNICITY:Â Korean and white NEIGHBORDHOOD:Â Downtown
BIRTH PLACE:Â Daegu, Cuba HOMETOWN:Â Daegu, Cuba SOCIAL CLASS:Â Â middle class
ABOUT
Born in Daegu, South Korea, as the oldest of two kids. They emigrated to the states when he was 13. Their fresh start didn't last long, with the entire family suffering a car accident that would be fatal for both their mother and father, with both kids somehow miraculously surviving. With no family in the states and their grandparents in SK having passed years prior, the two were taken into the state's custody and separated. Almost 3 decades later, and they still haven't been able to find their ways back to each other.
Like many in a shitty situation, Roman had a troubled youth as he lived in a boys home. But he shaped up at the possibility of getting the fuck out of there, and joined the army, resulting in a 15 year career with a majority of that being in special forces.
He thrived with the challenge and discipline of his work, creating an entire life around the army. But then, 8 years ago, he was pulled out of a training opp by a superior, and never returned. To this day, he's never told anyone why, and he plans on keeping it that way. He went off the grid for 2 years, not speaking to a soul he had known previously.
But 6 years ago he magically reappeared, calling an old team member looking for a job, which lead him to the ATF. He's now a supervisory special agent, and has been sent to Tonopah with a team. He's become known for his unorthodox methods, but his supervisors tend not to look too closely because they like his results.
HEADCANNONS
Roman hasn't had a home since they left Korea. They hadn't found a permanent residence before his parents were deported, the boys home obviously didn't count, and his time in the army was a series of different bunks and bases, even if he did get accommodation, he never was there enough to make it feel like home. Even now, with the ATF, where he has a fairly stable operating area, he doesn't have one, preferring short term rentals to putting down any roots.
He burnt his uniforms from the army in a trash can fire on the beach in Mexico, figuring it was the send off his army career deserved.
Every new city he goes to he makes sure to find three places: a good jerk chicken place (his only friend in the boys home had been from Jamaica and had gotten him hooked on the stuff), a wooded running trail, and a shitty laundromat (something about the background noise helps him work)
His personal life for the first 3 years after getting his job with the ATF was spent using the databases he had access to, to try and find his sister. He probably would have had his ass reamed if his superiors had found out he was not only looking women up but then tracking them down to see if he recognized his little sister in them. But he never did, and while he'd never truly give up, after 3 years he had exhausted all options, and began to accept he may never see her again.
READ HIS FULL BIO HERE
