#rp.(open)

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trigger warning for graphic descriptions of injuries, especially to the face.

Open to: All

Eun is on her second or third drink now, she isn’t fond of counting her drinks, but the night is young and she holds her booze well... besides, she’s not here on business. She relaxes into her seat ever so slightly and tips the frilly martini back, watching the rest of the bar from the sidelines, dark eyes investigating every detail of the world around her. The bidding hasn’t started yet, it won’t for some time, but as a Han she’s always been expected to be present. 

Even if she’s the singular known blemish on their shining reputation. She’s heard rumors of half-siblings. She wouldn’t be surprised, given her father’s presence as more myth than man. She has the signature look of the family- all sharp angles, cold eyes, pin-straight black hair.