#if u can't tell i've gotten bored of writing up stats for now but i will eventually write them

[flytrcps]

my intros for my clowns will be divided into present-day / fun facts & a background portion. if you’re not interested in reading the background, you can skip it! trigger warnings will be listed before the background portion.

❀ *◦ bae joohyun. cis woman. she/her. demisexual demiromantic. ⇝ hey, isn’t that venus adler-rhee ( nickname: lilico )? i think that the thirty-eight year old from yeosu, south korea works as cabaret singer at sweet cheeks burlesque & cabaret lounge and local busker; nightcrawler, but outside of that people describe them as we’re sorry, the number you’re trying to reach has been disconnected dialtone on the other line, unknown numbers, the sensation of bugs crawling beneath skin and a rot that you can’t cut out, feeling alone in a crowded room, dead behind the eyes, a hurried glance over the shoulder walking lonesome in a dark alley, bruises blossoming around the knees out of the blue. i hear they are weak-minded & timid, but they are also known to be soft-spoken & adaptable. consider giving them a visit at their home in delilah’s den gated community and get to know why they’re called the cannibalized star.

PIN BOARD. / STATS.

PRESENT-DAY:

she is fully blind. she wasn't born that way, for the record, as you'll see from her background. she does wear prosthetic eyes to keep the sockets from closing up in a shade of deep amethyst

fame is no longer an end-all, be-all goal. it's not even on the scoreboard anymore. she gave up on the dream when it gave up on her, although it's just an echo now without the vivid memories of her past

a car could backfire on the street and she would jump out of her skin, tbh. much as she loves the cover of the night and can never seem to sleep during it, it's not the most ideal for her after everything. but you'll still found her out grocery shopping at two in the morning, with whatever company will suit her losing

the gift of sight gave her greater appreciation for the gift of sound. she enjoys playing stringed instruments still, namely the harp, and received a gorgeous lever harp at her wedding. she owns a custom lyre harp, as well, and a collection of wind chimes

menial tasks that keep her hands busy are moderately enjoyable. she'd roll coins into those little sorters for fun

still an intense neat freak after her tenure as a nightcrawler, and doesn't understand the reason for technology that cleans your house for you. they seem like necessary jobs for humans. but that's just her opinion

she hasn't coveted material things or luxuries. if there were remnants of such desires, they were lost when she became a nightcrawler. she's happy to work leisurely as a singer and find gratification in the simpler joys of life

awkward with children, and has no plans or intentions of ever mothering any of her own, so she's pretty okay with being a stepmother to those that have already left the nest, though she thinks she's poorly at even that

BACKGROUND!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: implications of s*x trafficking, exploitation, blackmail, torture, death/murder

born kang ye-seul, the world was the oyster for the doting parents and their baby girl. she was destined for greatness and shined from a young age, a prodigy in every instrument that she picked up and with pipes of gold that were honed and practiced like cello strings the hunger

ye-seul's parents owned a small restaurant in yeosu that she would tend to and help out with. it was a humble upbringing. they had a comfortable upbringing but not one that beckoned for luxury, and she was a woman who coveted for just that whenever the future prospects of marriage and ambitions were spoken of

for the fame and stardom that she would eventually covet was a fool's errand. her schooling was stellar and she initially considered trying to 'make it' in south korea, but as she graduated, she hungered for the world on her string. in her search for a jumping off point, she stumbled upon a proposal from an anonymous liaison with passage to the states. they claimed the samples she had sent to them had impressed, and she had the chops the western world was looking for

with little more than a goodbye to her parents, packing up a handful of clothing, and all her life savings in her pocket, ye-seul left the small realm that she had been coddled and sheltered in. she had no idea what would await her on the other side

she landed somewhere on the west coast. where, she couldn't say for certain now. what was dreams of fame and fortune turned into her worst nightmare in no time flat, after meeting with the producer who had listened to her music. they demanded that to launch her career, she would need to pay her dues to the people who would boost her career. the kind of dues they were looking for weren't monetary

being exploited for her body did not fetch her gigs, in fact, she never recorded a damned thing or sat in front of stages with a hundred screaming fans. penniless and with no passage home, she had no choice but to go along with it, as she thought there was nowhere for her to escape

these violent delights have violent ends — is that not what they all warned her of, her family and friends? she died alone in a motel room after merciless and indescribable torment. they didn't take her voice but they took her eyes and cleaned up the evidence

so, venus rhee was born from the rubble, or the laboratory where her original body was stored in ice. they didn't restore her eyesight. the first crawlers of the night were mole rats and entirely blind, after all. her memories of her old life are not entirely gone, but not entirely there — she didn't know who she was and the past felt like echoes far from her reach. she set to work with no questions asked, looking after the underground labs and whatever tasks were assigned to her

serendipitous, perhaps, she met her kindred spirit in the underground tunnels with the cold cryogenic tubes when she sensed two or three attempting to flee the facility, and recognized one as part of the scarlet nightmare itself. she promised the agent that she would not breathe a word of the broken protocol. khadroma adler's secret was safe with her

like the other nightcrawlers, venus was eventually let go and released into the world above ground that she had been previously unfamiliar. for the second time ( or the first, in this life ) she was stunned and shell-shocked, figuring out how to navigate

eventually, she and khadroma reconnected at the pub that the now former handler was managing at the time. venus wasn't much for drinking but couldn't help showing up a couple more times, curious and yearning for the companionship of another person who had lived a similar life to her own. anchorage's best kept secret project. or the worst, depending on who you asked. but she was never one for telling stories that didn't belong to her

the couple started a torrid love affair while khadroma was still married to another in a loveless marriage. when they were ready to go public with their relationship around 2018, venus thought she had a life that she hadn't previously been able to fathom. someone to chase away the night

in 2020, the wedding bells were heard for the couple and that was all she wrote. life as an adler-rhee has permitted her the freedom to return to singing and not worry too much about making ends meet at the end of the month. it isn't a perfect life, but it's the tranquility that she sought, or close to it