full name. kang no-eul.
nicknames & aliases. number 011.
gender & pronouns. cisgender female, she/her.
orientation. bisexual.
age. 31.
birthday & zodiac. june 25th, cancer.
occupation. irregular contracts in private security and mercenary work.
height. 5'7".
weight. 127lbs.
body & build. toned, fit.
complexion. tan, freckled.
tattoos & piercings. none.
hair color & style. black, layered bob with wispy bangs.
eye color. brown.
clothing style. pared-down basics. washed out greys and khakis. fabrics chosen for durability over style. a look that blends in, as though she's trying to disappear.
distinguishing features. nothing, she exists to be forgotten.
positive traits. protective, principled, resilient, selfless, determined, affectionate with children.
negative traits. withdrawn, fatalistic, reckless, self-destructive, mistrustful, blunt.
speech patterns & voice. deeper, huskier voice. speaks in curt fragments. never rambles or speaks more than she must.
skills & proficiencies. high intelligence, physical strength, military training, marksmanship, sharpshooting, combat prowess, dexterity, quick reflexes, stealth, pain tolerance.
ailments. ptsd, depression.
fears & phobias. none.
likes. not much, anymore. children, strong liquor, sleeping pills.
dislikes. small talk, life and living.
mbti. istj.
enneagram. social 6.
music taste. doesn't listen to music.
relevant songs. static hum by chelsea wolfe, machine gun by portishead, exhumed by zola jesus.
implied sexual assault and mentions of addiction and self-harm inbound.
no-eul's life was carved by loss before it ever offered her choice. born in the shadow of the korean people's army, she was hollowed into a soldier by the time she reached adulthood. even through orders, drills, and endurance, the soldier's body was not hers to keep. all she longed for was family, and she gave birth to a daughter eight years prior. life narrowed into something fragile and human. her child's breath was a better reason than any to soften. that reprieve ended when her commanding officer demanded a submission having everything to do with violation. no-eul answered with a bullet. the pursuit squad followed, and she gunned them down at the border, each shot mercilessly carving away her chance of return. she fled south with nothing but her life, leaving her husband for dead and her daughter in arms that could no longer reach her. reports hypothesized her daughter was dead, and time and time again, no-eul could not bring herself to believe it. she tried relentlessly to cross back, each attempt collapsing beneath the same walls of barbed wire and guns. south korea offered her survival but no true life. to pass the time, she worked as a costumed performer at an amusement park, sweating inside a bunny suit by day and sleeping in her car by night. her only company was liquor, pills, and a photograph she refused to throw away whilst scars embellished her wrists. living almost as though she were waiting for someone to tell her it was over. and then it happens, and she receives explicit confirmation of her daughter's death, and the world crumbles before her. she has no illusions left, no longer working to build anything, only to keep going for some godforsaken reason. there is no future to orient toward, only today, and the next job that buys another day. she sells what she has, be it discipline, marksmanship, or the ability to follow and order without flinching. mercenary work, private contracts, bodyguarding for men who see her as another weapon to rent. in uniform or out, she has always been someone else's instrument. her life is transient, fed through cans and ramyeon. a duffel bag and a pistol are her only constants. the world has taken everything she loved, and in return, she gives it her aim.
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working in a library had never crossed jihun’s mind when he was younger, due to his upbringing and mindset that he would work in a high-end, upscale, successful law firm in the future. back then, his father had been the voice in his head, telling him what to do and what not to do to which jihun followed blindly in hopes to make him proud ---- but now that he was on his own, he had begun to brunch out and that included taking up a part time job in the town’s library, having always enjoyed his time there since he moved. the job was relatively easy, only taking up a small part on his large pile of college work and though some people in the library can get on his nerves ---- then again, who doesn’t get on his nerves on a daily basis ---- there were other, much better, company that he doesn’t mind going to work for. “noeul,” he called out as soon as he caught sight of the older female, putting down a cup of coffee in front of her. “thought you would want one to get through the day.”
