#mi:blacklotus

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「MOON JONGUP」「BL」「TWENTY-THREE」

“Twenty-three-year-old SOLDIER and MECHANIC that goes by the alias ‘X’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: FAMILY DEATH

[ BACKGROUND... ]

He was adopted into a family of 6 (including himself), which shortly turned to a family of 4 after two consecutive deaths. (His Father and eldest brother) Leaving his mother, older brother, older sister and himself. Yang Hyunsuk helped his family out and took care of his mother. Eventually bringing the two sons into the Black Lotus gang. His second oldest brother ended up dying leaving him as the only man of the family.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

Jongup is usually quiet around large groups to stay hidden in the background, however 1-on-1 he is more loud and vocal. Even with a group of 3 he’s more vocal, but still quiet. He uses brawn and brains equally but if he had to choose one in a quick choice it would have to be brawn. He’s smart in ways people normally don’t understand or at first see.

[erisxmi]

                                Kang Seulgi, also known as Eris, hitman/assassin. 

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「LEE CHAEEUN」「BL」「TWENTY-TWO」

“Twenty-two-year-old MEDICAL PERSONNEL and SUPERMARKET CLERK that goes by the alias ‘BUNNY’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENT DEATH, NSFW, UNDERAGE SEX

[ BACKGROUND... ]

1996 Infant; A newborn begin left at the doorsteps of a Single woman an ex-member of the black lotus

1996 Infant; The lady only child, the house where she can finally call home

2000 Age 4; Being in and out of the hospital, she never really had a true childhood unlike the rest of the kids, so she was mostly in the house watching as the other played outside.

2004 Age 8; Her mother get married at this age, a mom and dad just liked she wanted when she was little

2006 Age 10; A little girl who had a love for drawing and fashion, known as a sweet girl during this age but yet quiet and somewhat cold

2006 Age 10; She watched how her step-dad finally left her mother and herself as he owned some drug dealers a lot of money.

2012 Age 16; Her crush asked her out, but it’s was only for a but it’s was just a bit to get into her panties, which she found out. She stopped trusting boys after that.

2013 Age 17; She watched her own mother get killed right in front of her, by a rival gang leading her homeless and alone once again

2014 Age 18; Finally got herself a job, as a bartender at a popular club, where she met one of her best friends there.

2015 Age 19;She was well known for finding information or documents about people. Which took the interest of the Black Lotus leader, she who also had an interest in the gang itself…she finally found a family once more.

2016 Age 20; She met the love of her life this year, a cop but that really didn’t matter to her at all. He was actually her first love and she couldn’t be happier when she around him.

2016 Age 20; She soon found out that she was pregnant, this caused her to change a lot and wanted to leave the gang to keep her unborn child safe but she also knew leaving a gang wasn’t going to be easy so she left in the middle of the night without telling anybody not even her lover.

2017 Age 21; She decided to return, with her child a beautiful little girl. She knew that she couldn’t hide forever and an old friend from the gang decided to find out where she was hiding. Of course, she knew the boss wasn’t going to be happy but she was his favorite member so maybe he could understand but the only thing she scared about mostly is meeting her lover again. She left him without telling him everything that happened and till this day she still loved him dearly.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

bunny, a sweet but outgoing young girl.but she’s also sneaky when it’s goes to her job. some people who called her a good girl gone bad who’s tends to be manipulative and would trick you into her trap in a heartbeat, but like everybody else she got her own reasons to what she became. she’s has always been a girl who’s loves fashion and drawing, but sometimes really don’t have the time. may not be the smartness one around but that doesn’t mean that when it’s time to do her job she’s on it real quick.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED...「CHITTAPHON LEECHAIYAPORNKUL」「BL」「TWENTY」

“Twenty-year-old PROSTITUTE and NURSE that goes by the alias ‘NINE’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENTAL DEATH, CHILD PROSTITUTION, IMPLIED SUICIDAL THOUGHTS

[ BACKGROUND... ]

his mother only just survives his birth, lying pale and weakened with her newborn in her arms, his shrill cries music to her ears as she fights to hold onto life. she knows what his fate will be if she doesn’t survive to protect him from his father, a man she fears remaining with, but also fears leaving. he’s a dark shadow over her life, and now her son’s - her firstborn. but her life never did resemble the brighter sides of fairytales that she’d grown up dreaming of, and once again it only follows the villains, the dark shadows, and the monsters as the child’s father takes him from her, just as the evil ones always take a beautiful girl’s first born.

the child’s mother lives only a few hours longer, the exhaustion and blood loss finally claiming her and drawing her into the darkness, where she can finally rest. however, the little boy is left with his father, a man who lacks all the warmth a father should have. his life swims in deceit and lies, blood on his hands and thievery on his mind, and the baby is powerless to defend himself from those shadows that strangled the life from his mother, that were welcomed by his father, and that now wind their tendrils around his soft little body and cling to his very soul.

going to school is out of the question for the boy, soon nicknamed ten, who captures the hearts of many who work for his father with his bright eyes, pink lips and thick, dark locks. those who don’t know of the life he’s slowly being drawn further and further into as he grows see only a beautiful little boy who need never ask for anything - always dressed in the finest clothes and taught by those who appear to be the best tutors money can buy. that is, on the outside; behind closed doors they teach him not only the basics that every child should learn, but of the ways of the shadows.

every friend he makes, whether it be neighbours, or the children of shop owners near to his home, they’re soon whisked away by the protected hands of their parents, told not to talk to him, because they know who his father is, and what sort of life he leads - or at least they have their suspicions. they don’t want their children mixed up with the child of a man who’s been linked to murders, robberies, and the drug trade in bangkok. there may not be any evidence of his connection, nothing to pin to him, but they know their children aren’t safe near his.

so ten remains alone until his sixteenth birthday, when his father walks him into a massage parlour he’s just bought and informs him that he’s giving him a job. that he’ll be taught by a woman he’s employed to run the business for him. she’s got a kind smile, but there’s something sharp in her eyes, and her hands may be soft, but ten notes how her grip is unforgiving and leaves fingerprints on his thin bicep.

he’s not sure what the ‘extras’ the parlour offers are until the woman, his boss, shows him on a client who agrees to the young boy taking notes during the session. had he had friends his own age he may have known what to expect, but ten’s left confused, yet with his suspicions about what he’s just witnessed when he’s allowed to leave the room. his first client is overseen by his boss, his customer seemingly entertained by the clumsy boy whose hands tremble and voice wavers.

it turns out he’s a fast learner, and though he despises his job, he knows he has no way out - his father being his worst fear is someone he’s never even thought about talking back to. so he simply pretends he doesn’t care, until that turns into the truth, and he comes so used to it that he doesn’t see a problem anymore.

having moved multiple times during his life, from bangkok, to samut prakan, then back to bangkok, then to hamamatsu, then finally to seoul when ten’s eighteen. he doesn’t bother to learn much of the language, assuming that they won’t remain there very long. every place they’ve moved to, the massage parlour was brought along too - simply opening in a new shop. so ten learns just enough korean to say what his clients want to hear, and spends the time when he’s not working trying to sleep off the aches and pains from the strong grips of the men much larger than himself he has to cater to multiple times a day.

the night that ten thinks changed his life is the same as the rest at first. he’s with a client, staring ahead at the wall as he diligently does his job, when he hears the shouting, the bangs of things falling over, and the gunshots. his client, startled, pushes ten off, paying no attention as the slender frame of the nineteen year old falls from the massage table to the floor with a thud, simply grabbing his clothes and running from the parlour. within seconds ten’s surrounded by policemen, and he finds one of their jackets being draped over his bare shoulders.

he watches as they drag his father away in handcuffs, and he does nothing to stop them, or even protest. a small smile finds it’s way onto his lips as he watches the police car drive away, and the policeman who’s jacket still remains around his shoulders reassures him that his father will be going to prison.

“what now? i’ve got no money. nowhere to live.”

“well, you could always join a gang.” the policeman jokes.

ten doesn’t take it as a joke though - it seems like his only option, he thinks, and the lifestyle isn’t one he’s unfamiliar with. so, only a week later, he finds himself a member of one of seoul’s largest gangs, and though it’s not the life he’d always dreamt of, he’s got money, he’s got protection, and he’s got somewhere warm to sleep, and that’s better than what he had before in his eyes. so he makes no complaints, and slowly finds himself feeling something he’s not sure he’s ever felt before.

happiness.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

there are many sides to ten - the outgoing, fun-loving side that most people see during the day. the barista who writes uplifting messages on people’s cups and waves them off with a smile. then there’s nine, who ten thinks is a version of him that lacks what he really likes in himself - nine is ten, just with less redeemable features, he thinks. nine’s manipulative, stubborn, sarcastic and on the odd occasion, cruel. then, a side of ten that so few ever get to see, and that’s the side of him that he tries the hardest to hide; his true self. sure, he’s naturally quite cheerful when around other people, but that’s when he’s ignoring the pain that so rarely gets to seep out. deep down, he’s loving and incredibly sensitive, empathetic and passionate. but he’s pushed down his true feelings his entire life, and only those he trusts with his life will ever see the depths of his very soul, where he hides who he really is.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「SONG QIAN」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-NINE」

“Twenty-nine-year-old HITWOMAN that goes by the alias ‘VICTORIA’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: KIDNAPPING, CHILD MURDER

[ BACKGROUND... ]

i.

who would’ve thought that the town sweetheart would get knocked up at the age of eighteen? the sweetheart in question didn’t think so either, but tests do have a ninety-nine percent accuracy rate, and she’d gone through six of them. thus, her fate is sealed and she would accept it with her pride and dignity in tact.

she wouldn’t let this become a dark secret.

think of it as a blessing in disguise.

ii.

the handcuffs are cool and harsh on her wrists. she didn’t think she’d ever have them trapping her wrists, but here she is, being led away by the police into an interrogation room. god, she could already imagine the national news stations taking too much pleasure in the current events. the headlines would read:

BEAUTIFUL AND DEADLY: YOUNG WOMAN ACCUSED OF MURDERING CHILD.

but they didn’t know the truth. they couldn’t know the truth.

because as she was being led to a police cruiser, she had spotted who they were really looking for. in a crowd of outraged townsfolk, he smiled at her before turning away, with her daughter in his arms.

iii.

“now please recreate the scene and events in which the crime took place.”

so she does.

she shoves the stuffed dummy down on the mattress, harshly binds its wrists with a zip tie, and grabs a pillow from beside her. the crowd gasps and the photographers for newspapers and news channels go wild when she suffocates the dummy with the pillow, thrashing around for extra effect.

when she’s done, she looks up, hair untamed and a droplet of sweat trickling down the side of her face. her eyes are void of any emotion, disregarding the cries and yells from the crowd. in this state, she almost looks feral, far from the sweetheart image she once held.

she meets the knowing stare of the detective in charge.

she smiles and the crowd goes wild, police officers forming a barrier around her as the townsfolk lash out at her.

good.

she didn’t make any mistakes.

iv.

this whole ordeal is rather ironic, now that she thought about it.

being persecuted for a terrible crime she didn’t commit, only to actually commit murder inside the prison.

ironic, isn’t it?

but despite all of that, they call her an angel. someone who gets rid of the demons that lurked in the prison. like how she poured soap on the floor of the showers, only to result in the death of a nasty woman who treated everyone like goddamn servants. it was a slip and fall, ruled an accident by the authorities, but everyone else knew what really happened.

her speech at the chapel had been rather moving as well.

little did they know, this is all a carefully plotted act in order to gain favour and resources for her intricate revenge plans.

v.

nine years pass and she’s released because of good behaviour.

her town’s pastor greets her with a block of tofu outside the prison and she lets it fall to the floor, taking her black coat and crimson lipstick from him instead.

fuck living a new life, pure and free of sin.

vi.

it’s been a few months since her release and she’s nearly done with the preparations, for there’s only a few steps left before she can really take action. she spotted him a number of times, walking along the streets of the city with a briefcase in one hand and a phone in the other. even with just a mere glance, she managed to spot the green marble that was tied to the briefcase with a makeshift keychain.

disgusting.

vii.

a gun is hidden under her pillow and paperwork is covered by her blanket when someone knocks on her door. it’s a pair of police officers and they come bearing terrible news. she slams the door in their faces before they could finish with a blank stare that crumbles moments later.

she underestimated him and so, he took the most precious thing in her life away from her for good.

viii.

the initiation is tough.

but she’s even tougher.

she passes and becomes a hitwoman for the gang. now she has access to the resources and manpower of the most dangerous of seoul. and he is going to pay for what he’d done to her. 

nothing can stop her thirst for vengeance.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

how would one describe victoria? easy question. apathetic, merciless and determined are traits easily attributed to her personality. she’s a diligent worker, hardly ever denying a task and doing them as requested. she’s incredibly reserved and private, such that only a few people outside of the gang are aware of what her agenda is.

but qian on the other hand. one can’t really describe her because no one knows qian. what people are exposed to is victoria, a cutthroat assassin. unlike victoria, qian is capable of feeling and being vulnerable. qian is caring and empathetic, while victoria isn’t. this is the true side of her. but for now, she takes on the image and persona of victoria, keeping her true self hidden from the world.

they didn’t need to know who qian is.

they just need victoria.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED...「YOON JEONGHAN」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY」

“Twenty-year-old PROSTITUTE that goes by the alias ‘HANAH’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE, PARENTAL DEATH, SEXUAL ASSAULT, CHILD PROSTITUTION, SUICIDE, DROWNING 

[ BACKGROUND... ]

They only had each other growing up. Yoon Jeonghan and Yoon Jungah were born on December 4th, 1998 to a young couple trying to make it. On the surface they were a happy, humble, family, but behind closed doors they were a disaster. His father, a problematic alcoholic, was abusive and his mother was a weak minded girl who couldn’t stand up for herself or her children. 

It was just a way of life, at least until the twins were around the age of five. After their mother was strangled to death in one of their father’s fits of rage the two were sent to an orphanage. That should have been where things began to look up for the two, but unfortunately things only began to grow worse.

Bullying was a constant in the system, and while Jeonghan did his best to protect his sister he couldn’t be there for her at every moment of the day. He found that if he put himself out there, then Jungah was left alone. Due to this he put up with more than most of the other kids at the orphanage, and by his teen years he was even dealing with issues such as the older kids forcing themselves on him sexually. Despite this, he didn’t fight back just to keep his sister safe. Unknown to Jeonghan, his efforts were in vain as his sister was still being harassed whenever he wasn’t around. Unfortunately, by the time Jungah finally told him the truth the damage had already been done. He woke up to the news of Jungah drowning herself in the river closest to their orphanage the next day.

Having lost everyone in his immediate family, Jeonghan ran away from the orphanage–though he doubted anyone would actually stop some troubled teenager from disappearing. By the age of 17 he had managed to join Black Lotus as a prostitute under the alias Hanah, a combination is his and his sister’s names. His main goal is to one day get his own revenge on those who had led his sister to take her life, though for now he’s patiently waiting as he builds up his own connections as one of the more pricier prostitutes within the gang.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

Jeonghan has always been a quiet person, which often makes him come across as timid or cold upon first meeting him. This is only partly true, as he is more open to talking and interacting with others with less prompting when around those he is more familiar with. Even so, Jeonghan is somewhat awkward with those around him, and it may take a while to really understand just how he works socially. It’s not uncommon for people to be hurt by his actions due to this.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「JUNG EUNBI」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-THREE」

“Twenty-three-year-old PIMP and RACKETEER that goes by the alias ‘BABYDOLL’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: SEX TRAFFICKING, SEXUAL ASSAULT, DEATH, PEDOPHILIA, CHILD ABUSE, DRUGS, DEPRESSION

[ BACKGROUND... ]

Jung Eunbi, better known as Baby doll, was practically born into the mafia life. At least that’s what she tells herself to sleep at night. Eunbi was born into a rather wealthy family, her parents could have no other children and so they doted on their only child fondly. For the first ten years of her life were blissful, until one fateful day when her father’s company was on the brink of bankruptcy. As a way to try to keep his company, his family and more importantly his lifestyle afloat; he hired professional con-artists to fake a kidnapping so that they would be given help from his partners for the ransom money needed to ‘save’ Eunbi.

This backfired when the con-men betrayed her father and sold the daughter for ten times the promised percentage of the ransom the father promised. This led to Jung Eunbi beginning of her life in organized crime and prostitution, but it surely wasn’t the end. One of the youngest 'prospects’ she was put on the market at the red light district, for those girls who weren’t sold to a pimp or a brothel then they would be just street walkers with no protection or backing which meant they would either be killed or die from disease.

Thankfully, the beautiful girl was instantly picked up by a pimp notorious for his 'lolita’ girls and Eunbi fit the ticket. She worked for the man, who often assaulted and used his own 'merchandise’ for his own pleasure for only a short period of time until he was brutally murdered by a well known madam in the area. Eunbi was the one to witness everything since he had brought her home for her 'intuition’ which included trying out the girls before setting them onto the streets.

The killer madam had saved her, upon seeing the wide eyed beauty with blood splashed across her face she adopted her and her companions in her brothel and nicknamed Jung Eunbi as her little Babydoll. This was how Babydoll got her start, and seeing the far more organized ways that her madam dealt with the prostitutes inspired Babydoll to prove herself and rise in ranks to gain the attention of the woman who was her role model. Years went by, men and women of every walk of life was mystified by Babydoll’s charm and experience. It wasn’t long before Babydoll became madam’s right hand woman, helping clean up after messes that were bound to be made and negotiating costs of services. This is also where she learned how to handle customers who didn’t want to play nice, she became one of the sexiest and strongest person in the brothel, second only to the madam.

Babydoll proved her loyalty enough to find herself being able to witness more than just sexual dealings; the brothel was a hubbub for gambling,drug dealing, and negotiations while women entertained the big men. This was around the time she met members of each gang; the men seemed to always bring a tense atmosphere whenever they walked into the room. The madam was good to all, treating them to their favorite girls when one called out to her. She soon became the favorite, he would often whisper in her ear and make her laugh. Strangely enough, he never slept with her. Her respect grew for him, and she would dream about the day when he would take her into his arms. This never did occur, but this was the same man who ended up being her senior within the gang later down the road. 

Babydoll was quite content with the life she led, she had no other ambitions and her twisted personality made the whole escapade quite entertaining for everyone in contact with her. Until her 16th birthday when she went to meet a customer and came face to face with her father, who seemed disheveled and without a wedding ring. Although it had been years, meeting the young woman’s eyes had the man to his knees as he sobbed and begged for forgiveness. Sadly, Babydoll had endured and blocked out so much of her younger life including the man who betrayed her when he promised to protect her was a blur. When her father called out her name, however, her hand raised to strike him down; something about the title he gave her felt familiar and infuriating. The commotion brought madam up to the room to find the man, who upon locking eyes with her his expression became bewildered as a fight ensued until one gunshot rang out and the madam was on the ground. Babydoll attacked the man and as she choked the last breath of air, he revealed that the woman was her mother.

Shell shocked, Babydoll resolved herself to forget everything by means of drugs and medication. She left the brothel and wandered around being assaulted over and over until someone recognized her as she was being gangbanged behind a dumpster and took her under his arm. This man was the same she met many years ago that she desired to sleep with, she stayed at his home a few days before he came to her side and asked her a few questions. Her plan worked, for she could only remember selective parts of her life; she was named Babydoll by a madam, she knew the man from before, and she used to be owned by a pimp. He began to explain that he was very sorry and that he was in fact her father and her mother had died in in childbirth. Believing this story, her delusions began and her already eccentric personality took a turn for the worst as she began becoming obsessed with making the man proud.

She now is within the gang as the loving if not a bit wild pimp for her 'fathers’ gang, and began to help with intimidation using her charm of looking young and having an explosive personality. She sometimes has night terrors starring a woman who transformed from refined woman to twisted beauty and a man with a kind smile to someone with hysterical laughter. This only fuels her.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

Eunbi used to be spoiled and sweet as a child, she turned insecure and awkward when she worked under the pimp but as she began to work harder and sleep with more people her confidence grew. Eunbi’s now quite whimsical and silly; following whatever she wants to do at the time without much thought about the consequences. Eunbi is extremely volatile and her mood swings are something to behold: as she can go from enjoying singing and dancing around to the music in her head, to clawing at others and smearing her lipstick across her own lips and kissing random strangers. When she isn’t on the job, she takes a few medication to keep herself in check but is very on-again-off-again since her history of addiction is quite strong.

During the times where Eunbi’s medication is working, she’s cute and eager to please as she goes about her day with a bright smile and a cheery deposition. Although she can be quite flirty, she rarely pursues anything with anyone and would much rather use her ageyo to throw people off and follow up with sheer strength. She can come off as quite ditzy and will often make grammatical or pronunciation mistakes since she has only a limited formal education. This doesn’t mean that she’s unaware of what she’s doing, being practically raised by people who used their sex as a tool she learned to be manipulative and witty.

When first meeting her as a civilian she comes off as random and adorable as she rambles about whatever is on her mind; unless of course you end up meeting her while she’s on the job. Professional with a quirky smile, she will keep her stance stubbornly and will cut into you with her words if you end up on her wrong side. She’s fiercly protective of her fellow mafia members, especially of her prostitutes who she sees as her younger siblings whom she must protect at all costs. Whenever she goes to her Rockteer work, she enjoys going with a partner playing the 'good cop’ despite how ironic that may be.

Unlike what is expected, she never takes other mafia members or the police very seriously. Constantly teasing them and making goofy jokes about how incompetent they are and competitively betting with them about mundane things like how many kids will leave the bus or if the jogger will trip. Most of the time, she can’t seem to remember the names, titles, position, or even the affiliation that people will hold and will often ask for this information in the middle of a stare down where she should be serious.

She adores her mafia leader and will follow their every order with a dazzle behind her eyes. Her adoration for him will brink on unhealthy but is mostly backed by respect and how she feels that he owes him for saving her from getting cold on the streets (what she assumed she was doing back then). She will play often with her mafia members in sports or wrestle around without much thought, and is confused if someone doesn’t like her or won’t talk to her. She assumes everyone loves her and she loves everyone. She is delusional and will often ask people about hypothetical situations out of nowhere and laugh no matter the answer.

She’s wacky.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「LEE CHAEEUN」「BL」「TWENTY-TWO」

“Twenty-two-year-old MEDICAL PERSONNEL and SUPERMARKET CLERK that goes by the alias ‘BUNNY’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENT DEATH, NSFW, UNDERAGE SEX

[ BACKGROUND... ]

1996 Infant; A newborn begin left at the doorsteps of a Single woman an ex-member of the black lotus

1996 Infant; The lady only child, the house where she can finally call home

2000 Age 4; Being in and out of the hospital, she never really had a true childhood unlike the rest of the kids, so she was mostly in the house watching as the other played outside.

2004 Age 8; Her mother get married at this age, a mom and dad just liked she wanted when she was little

2006 Age 10; A little girl who had a love for drawing and fashion, known as a sweet girl during this age but yet quiet and somewhat cold

2006 Age 10; She watched how her step-dad finally left her mother and herself as he owned some drug dealers a lot of money.

2012 Age 16; Her crush asked her out, but it’s was only for a but it’s was just a bit to get into her panties, which she found out. She stopped trusting boys after that.

2013 Age 17; She watched her own mother get killed right in front of her, by a rival gang leading her homeless and alone once again

2014 Age 18; Finally got herself a job, as a bartender at a popular club, where she met one of her best friends there.

2015 Age 19;She was well known for finding information or documents about people. Which took the interest of the Black Lotus leader, she who also had an interest in the gang itself…she finally found a family once more.

2016 Age 20; She met the love of her life this year, a cop but that really didn’t matter to her at all. He was actually her first love and she couldn’t be happier when she around him.

2016 Age 20; She soon found out that she was pregnant, this caused her to change a lot and wanted to leave the gang to keep her unborn child safe but she also knew leaving a gang wasn’t going to be easy so she left in the middle of the night without telling anybody not even her lover.

2017 Age 21; She decided to return, with her child a beautiful little girl. She knew that she couldn’t hide forever and an old friend from the gang decided to find out where she was hiding. Of course, she knew the boss wasn’t going to be happy but she was his favorite member so maybe he could understand but the only thing she scared about mostly is meeting her lover again. She left him without telling him everything that happened and till this day she still loved him dearly.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

bunny, a sweet but outgoing young girl.but she’s also sneaky when it’s goes to her job. some people who called her a good girl gone bad who’s tends to be manipulative and would trick you into her trap in a heartbeat, but like everybody else she got her own reasons to what she became. she’s has always been a girl who’s loves fashion and drawing, but sometimes really don’t have the time. may not be the smartness one around but that doesn’t mean that when it’s time to do her job she’s on it real quick.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「MOON BYUL」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-FIVE」

“Twenty-five-year-old SOLDIER that goes by the alias ‘LEONA’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: GUNS, EXPLOSIVES

[ BACKGROUND... ]

She picked up her first set of twin pistols when she was 13 from her father’s weapons store. He sold licensed arms and ammo and she would sneak in or insist her way in always fascinated by the shape and size off different weapons, what especially caught her eye was a set of twin pistols that she then not only ‘borrowed’ but named them: Meta and Greta. As a growing child she was intrigued to learn about them mechanisms of different weapons. At first her father thinks it’s a simple case of curiosity, his intelligent little daughter was simply keen to learn.

But there was so much more to it. Her father had a regular customer, she barely ever caught his name but she remembered how he would look upon her with an amused little smile set upon his square-jawed face. He’d even spend time teaching her about different guns, what each of them was god for and she found this sort of education so much better than the one she received in her school that she began to skip classes and run back to the shop early, hoping to catch her new friend in the shop. Her father was always skeptical about this strange ‘bond’ the young teen and a man in thirties had formed. There was nothing complex about it, they were both simply a fan of things that went bang

Arrow, is what he revealed his name to be, proved himself a true friend, mentor and guardian when her family broke apart. It turned out her father’s weapons shop didn’t deal in just legal weapons. There was a lot more ‘behind the curtains’ action happening. She wanted distance from the stresses at home, the family had to move from one shabby neighborhood to another and in all this, she choose to spend more and more time training with Arrow. Her parents unabashedly displayed their growing frustrations with their daughter: they had wanted her to grow into a decent young woman.

Decent she was indeed, decent with a pair of guns that is. She loved her training sessions with Arrow, guns were always so unapologetic. There were no take backs and the bullets never shy-ed away from hitting their marks…much like Moon Byul herself.

She started spending less time at her own home and more over at Arrow’s, he was a ‘father’ figure already, nurturing her love for guns and explosives. It was during that time a girl was brought in, now Arrow had taken them both under his wing. Moon had a sparring buddy. The other girl, however, displayed her favor for blades and that let to several interesting practice sessions. Did a sisterhood form between them? Not necessarily but they did form one spectacular pair of killers. Moon had been given a name , endearingly, by Arrow: Leona ( Lioness). Often times her targets, when she’d be out on hunts alongside Arrow, would only see a silhouette and mane of long flowing hair framing a featureless face: that would be their last view before Moon put them to sleep forever. Moon had to admit: Hyoyeon was one hell of a playmate. One she wouldn’t want to lose, hence when Arrow faded from view, Moon chose to walk along Hyoyeon and with passing time gained herself the position of a Soldier within the biggest and baddest group of people she could snake her way into: Black Lotus.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

Weapons are a huge turn on just like cars are for some while huge buildings are for others. No, she does not have some sort of twisted sexual pull towards weapons of mass destruction but finds them greatly enjoyable; they are items she is passionate about.

-She can at times give a misleading impression of having a dual personality disorder: Leona her alias had been derived from Leon, a term that meant ‘lion’. It suits her well for when she’s out on the prowl heading with a death sentence for her targets. When she is not out to kill, Moon can transform into a charming and friendly personality with a sense of humor that knows no bounds. She has the tendency of taking younger people under her wing and be agonizingly teasing towards people she likes.

-She is intuitive and empathetic, get on her right side and you’d meet a good listener, a sensible problem solver. Even he knows, a bullet isn’t the solution to every problem. She is unabashed, blunt favors explosives and fiery objects ( much like herself) over more subdued  forms of destruction. Why go stealthy when you could simply blow the place up.

She has a big heart when it comes to animals, she adopted two stray puppies that she cared for and they are her ‘babies’. She named them after her first two guns: Meta and Greta.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「JUNG JUYEON」「BLACK LOTUS」「EIGHTEEN」

“Eighteen-year-old DOCUMENT FORGER that goes by the alias ‘WHISPER’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENT DEATH

[ BACKGROUND... ]

born to the “deceased” parents, jung juyeon was never alive in the first place; or not legally, at the very least. their love story had seemingly ended in a happily ever after. they’d both taken it upon themselves to fake their own deaths, due to strict orders from a few of the higher-ups in black lotus.

neither of her parents enjoyed the gang life. in fact, they both seemed to equally loathe it. her mother was never involved in the first place, her only connection to the criminal lifestyle being through her boyfriend, the love of her life. the gang life was no place to raise a child, and, as such, they’d tried to keep their daughter from it to the best of their ability. although she knew of the gang, occasionally interacting with other members, they had no real reason to employ a child to go out on jobs.

tragically, the love story’s ‘happily ever after’ was short lived. it appeared as though her father couldn’t live a normal life while still being involved in the gang activity, even if he’d realized this far too late, following the death of juyeon’s mother at the hands of a few thugs looking to settle a score.

following the death of his girlfriend, juyeon’s father changed. no longer was he only sticking one toe in the water, no—it seemed as though he decided to take the plunge. he became overly obsessed with tracking down those that stole the love of his life, even going so far as to fully bring juyeon into the scene.

she spent the majority of her childhood alongside black lotus. though she wasn’t an official part of the gang, she was acquainted with them. most of the important people within the gang scared her, though this would mostly change with time. so long as she was with her father, she knew that everything would be okay.

her father did everything within his power to ensure that juyeon would be safe. he made the arrangements for juyeon to take decent self-defense lessons, something that she’d later be more than grateful for. his daughter was still his number one priority, and he was always by her side at the end of the day.

one day, things took a turn for the grim yet again. juyeon accidentally became involved in a dangerous situation, and her father was quick to do whatever it took to save her life. he provided a distraction so that juyeon could run away—so that she could live. she watched her father die, and it was something that haunts her to this very day.

despite the fact that her father was the main one leading their revenge quest, juyeon had no intentions of letting it die. she now had to avenge both of her parents, and nothing was going to stand in her way. she became a document forger for black lotus, while training each day in an attempt to better herself for her crusade.

juyeon didn’t enjoy being alone. she still had family out there somewhere, though she only knew of them through the stories passed down by her mother. at this point, it’s likely that they were all dead, so she tried not to invest too much time into the idea that she could have a happy family reunion (if the word even applied).

though she’s a little skeptical as to whether or not it’s a good idea to seek out a member of her family when she shouldn’t even exist in the first place, she figures that she has to try. the only thing that motivates her to carry on with her fight for revenge is a photograph of her mother, misook, her father, sanghoon, and her aunt, sujin. she never knew sujin personally, though she was well-aware of the fact that she’s dead. before sujin’s tragic passing, however, juyeon knows that she had a son, who could very well be the last surviving member of her family. she has to find him to know the truth.

she has to find mingyu.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

despite the fact that she’s been involved in the gang life since a young age, juyeon has always yearned for something more. she sees her position within black lotus as a means to an end, and she hopes to one day settle down and live a normal life outside of the gang. before she can do that, however, she intends to have her revenge against those that stole her parents from her.

she tries her best to be kind to others, though she isn’t opposed to standing up for herself if things take a turn for the worst. she’s always been creative, and she tries to write whenever she has free time. she tries to convince others that she’s independent and okay by herself, though she’s always been the type to prefer being in the company of others.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「PARK CHAEYOUNG」「BLACK LOTUS」「NINETEEN」

“Nineteen-year-old THIEF that goes by the alias ‘BOOBOO’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

[ BACKGROUND... ]

girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, girl and boy get married, have a daughter and start a happily family.

you’ve heard this story too many times, so many that you can make one up yourself, copy and paste the formula over and over until it’s right. it’s pretty to the ears, unrealistic to the mind, but people never like to think about the second part. they really only care about the pretty, and you’re aware of that.

so you look in some kind of disbelief when your parents tell you that it is, in fact, their story. there’s something missing, something not entirely right about the way the pieces fit together. but you’re taught not to question, to listen like a soldier, stand like you’ve always been taught ( ‘straight, straighter’ ) as your father goes over rules that are repeated a million times. always the same ones, so you’re never longing for that sort of inner consistency.

the story starts with a girl and a boy, and ends with a gang. go figure.

and too early you realize it’s charms. either that or you realize your charms. it doesn’t matter, because it’s dangerous either way, but habits die hard when they’re taught early, lock onto a malleable mind, form it into a picture of projected grace and loyalty, then let it settle and harden until it doesn’t even need support to hold its shape.

and maybe you’ve been a little spoiled growing up, starting from when you realized that the eye of the beholder never looked too deep, and charm is only half inherited, half learned, and you’ve always been fast to pick up on things. a well-timed smile, a well placed word, just look at the other person and they’ll tell you everything they want to see.

there’s an understanding between you and the world, a sense of calculation that you didn’t expect, but would learn to thrive on. it infects your relationships, trickles into your life in ways that you didn’t mean. but it doesn’t matter — not when it’s rooted so deeply that you couldn’t pull it out even if you wanted to.

girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy, girl and boy get married, have a daughter and start a happily family. daughter is singed at the edges, but no one notices when the rest of her is a shining, glimmering iridescence.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

her smile wears well on her, perfectly placed to the right degree, always ready, always willing. charms are calculated, others’ reactions judged so that she ca plan accordingly. she’s always been good at things like that, facade so carefully built that she doesn’t even know if it’s a true facade anymore.

but things like this are difficult, and she doesn’t dwell too much on it.

she’s a juxtaposition, full of a kind of very human fluidity to keep her in check when it comes to her character. a strong sense of judgment, an eye for observation, tied up in a package of careful calculation, marking the beginning of a girl who is aware above all else.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「KIM MINKYUNG」「BLACK LOTUS」「NINETEEN」

“Nineteen-year-old HITMAN that goes by the alias ‘PHANTASM’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: DEATH

[ BACKGROUND... ]

born to the “deceased” parents, kim minkyung was never alive in the first place; or not legally, at the very least. their love story had seemingly ended in a happily ever after. they’d both taken it upon themselves to fake their own deaths, due to strict orders from a few of the higher-ups in black lotus.

neither of her parents enjoyed the gang life. in fact, they both seemed to equally loathe it. her mother was never involved in the first place, her only connection to the criminal lifestyle being through her boyfriend, the love of her life. the gang life was no place to raise a child, and, as such, they’d tried to keep their daughter from it to the best of their ability. although she knew of the gang, occasionally interacting with other members, they had no real reason to employ a child to go out on jobs.

tragically, the love story’s ‘happily ever after’ was short lived. it appeared as though her father couldn’t live a normal life while still being involved in the gang activity, even if he’d realized this far too late, following the death of minkyung’s mother at the hands of a few thugs looking to settle a score.

following the death of his girlfriend, minkyung’s father changed. no longer was he only sticking one toe in the water, no—it seemed as though he decided to take the plunge. he became overly obsessed with tracking down those that stole the love of his life, even going so far as to fully bring minkyung into the scene.

using the connections that he’d built over the years, minkyung’s father ensured that both he and his daughter were well trained. it started out with simple self-defense tactics, though, over time, the training became more intense. trained from a young age by some of the best that black lotus had to offer, minkyung’s life was practically chosen for her.

eventually, she became one of the best physical threats that black lotus had at their disposal, and, as such, the gang would often use these abilities to their advantage. they owned her father, so why not own minkyung as well? she’d carry out hits for the gang whenever it was necessary, her father opting to put the funds into their crusade.

he seemed convinced that they were on the good side of things, and minkyung had no choice but to believe him. eventually, this life got the best of her father, and by saving her life, he became yet another casualty in their fight for revenge against those that had taken minkyung’s mother from this world. her father’s death didn’t mark the end of their vendetta, however. minkyung used what skills she’d developed over the years to carry it out alone, continuing to operate out of black lotus.

minkyung didn’t enjoy being alone. she still had family out there somewhere, though she only knew of them through the stories passed down by her mother. at this point, it’s likely that they were all dead, so she tried not to invest too much time into the idea that she could have a happy family reunion (if the word even applied).

though she’s a little skeptical as to whether or not it’s a good idea to seek out a member of her family when she shouldn’t even exist in the first place, she figures that she has to try. the only thing that motivates her to carry on with her fight for revenge is a photograph of her mother, misook, her father, sanghoon, and her aunt, sujin. she never knew sujin personally, though she was well-aware of the fact that she’s dead. before sujin’s tragic passing, however, minkyung knows that she had a son, who could very well be the last surviving member of her family. she has to find him to know the truth.

she has to find mingyu.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

she can occasionally be quite charming, using both her sarcasm and wit often in conversation. she’s both determined and persistent, and she refuses to give up under most circumstances. if she wants you dead, there’s a good chance that she’ll never give up until you’re six feet under. she tries her best to remain independent, though she isn’t so prideful that she’d deny help if she were in need.

she holds a certain amount of rage within her at all times, mostly stemming out of her past. she’d never wanted to live the gang lifestyle, though she hadn’t exactly been given a choice. it’s far too late to back out now, though she holds onto the hope that she’ll one day be able to live a normal life, even if she has to take a few tips from her parents.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「KIM YUGYEOM」「BLACK LOTUS」「NINETEEN」

“Nineteen-year-old HITMAN that goes by the alias ‘SEPTEM’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: DEATH, PARENT DEATH, SLIGHT GORE, BLOOD, NSFW

[ BACKGROUND... ]

Sloth

they were a family that constantly moved from place to place when shit got tough. when too many problems piled up, and there was no way to buy out of the situation like usual. so they took the easy way out, picked up shop and high tailed out of town,  no trace left behind that could be followed. it was almost a specialty considering how long they’ve lasted doing what they’ve done.

but yugyeom never liked running away, had never liked taking the easy way out when they could just own up to their crimes. such behavior was ridiculed in his family. he was always berated for getting attached to the few friends he had made throughout primary school. it didn’t fit their family’s lifestyle, so he was forced to regretfully cut his losses every year when someone came too close to sniffing them out.

‘this time,’ his father had said whilst stuffing his youngest son’s hands with a passport, forged as per usual, ‘it’ll be a permanent residence. we’re going to our roots. we’re going home.’

Gluttony

they had easily fit in, almost too well, which worried yugyeom. whenever things got easy, trouble lurked. his father hadn’t reprimanded him for having friends, if anything he encouraged it. his mother smiled more often, and his brother routinely brought girls home. it was a simple living, and yugyeom quickly fell into tandem with his family, forgetting all about his grievances.

until he realized why his father was so complacent.

this town, the community itself, was teeming with people just like them. people with problems that were easily solved with money and covert operations. it all made sense when he looks back on it years from now. they were in a territory dominated by a group his father was once part of in his youth, and he had every intention to rekindle that flame and rejoin the fold.

Greed

his father entered the gang relatively easily, only under the stipulation that should he perish, his eldest son shall take his place, and should he die, yugyeom would take the mantle. blood in, blood out.

starting from the last rung, his father climbed his way through the ranks, settling his allegiances and finding enemies in his pursuit of power. it all came at a cost, of course, to which none of them were privy to.

his father’s greed for power, and the prestige that came with it would soon be his downfall, unbeknownst to himself and his family.

Pride

pride is one thing many would die for. it is life for some, a duty for others, and for yugyeom’s father, it is both. his father realized only too late that living such a life neither suited his pride, nor his duty to his family who he only wanted to protect. but by catering to his own desires, he had put them in the midst of danger, their lives hanging only by a thread. one wrong move, and their heads would roll.

there was only one way out other than death, and that would to become a turncoat.

months later, seven bodies were found inside their home, throats cut open, eyes glassy and unseeing. his father, brother, and some old family friends lay side by side of one another, and his mother’s body was covered in thick linen he recognized as their dining room’s table cloth. he had asked to see his mother, but he was told that she was beyond recognition. mutilation, the officers on the scene had said. he hadn’t asked twice to see his mother.

he had been lucky, having had to stay after school late for practice, but he had only been eleven when the proverbial rug was swept out from under him. it was a threat, and a reminder to the deal his father made with the devil: should either his father or brother fall before him, he would take their place, and with it, their dues.

should he fail, he was next.

Envy

life after the demise of his family was bleak. he had been taken in by one of those with influence, and what was expected of him had been laid out. he would work for them through blood, sweat, and tears, until he took his last breath because he owed them a life of servitude due to their kindness in allowing him to live.

he had fought against them, tried his damn best to retaliate at every turn in hopes that they’d kill him. being dead was better than being indebted to someone. but gradually yugyeom learned that one wrong move, and it wasn’t his blood that would be spilled. not his, but the blood of his friends which would stain his hands should he fail. that threat was reiterated countless times.

he could never forget the sight of her wide, doe eyes staring up at him. glassy and unseeing just like his father’s had been. lips parted in a what could only have been a scream. she had been crucified for his sins, and this was his wake up call, a sign that he should escape while he could before others became involved. so he ran as fast and as far as he could.

he had run to the authorities the first chance he could, though to no avail──the had been no help at all; typical. no trace had been left behind at the crime scene, nothing that could be used to find the culprit. it was too clean a crime, so it was easily forgotten among many similar heinous acts committed.

with no one he could place the blame upon, he took it upon himself and cursed the dead. blamed his dead father for leaving a mess behind and staying, instead of running away like he always would. he let the pain sit in his heart like a festering wound left unattended, where it would stay for years.

he was cornered, and he knew the world would be set ablaze first before they let him get away unscathed. so he returns to his jailer where he was collared like a dog, and trained beyond his limits, until he was broken and beaten. but even then, he would be put back together again, only for the process to be repeated. he was left with only an inch of his life each and every time, a reminder to him that his life was theirs to toy with.

'you have balls to come back kid,’ they had said. 'you’re one stupid son of a bitch, but you have balls. we respect that.’

as he lay in a pool of his own blood, he enters that happy place of his in a dark corner of his mind, where all was right in the world. where he lived the life those he envied had: those that walked in the light. those who chose to live an honest life, working earnestly to make ends meet. how he envied those whose hands weren’t covered in blood, those who never had to live in the shadows. such a simple life was far too out of his reach now.

if only he was born into a family of doctors, or even farmers, instead of having been subdued into living the life of an assassin. with their trade secrets ingrained into him, his body moved before his brain could comprehend the action. he was merely a finely tuned and oiled war machine with vile machinations as his core functions.

he could be nothing more.

Lust

he was kept on a short leash, which was often held by a handler, someone to keep him in check, or shoot him point blank at any time should he show hesitation while in action. as he got older, he lost the handler, and the leash and collar got looser with time.

it was a sign that they trusted him, but with that trust he was drawn deeper and deeper into the fold. he was becoming something akin to what his father once was. neither a dog, nor considered a friend to these men; perhaps just someone on the inside looking in.

he was let out of his cage every so often, to assimilate into society, to learn from what he saw──from body language and facial expressions──to pick out the bad apples, usually his targets. but there was one place he frequented, a convenience store not far from his hovel. he often found himself finding excuses to visit the store: needed some beer, craving sunflower seeds, or a magazine to pass the time in between jobs.

he gradually found himself with a schedule that coincides with one of the pretty cashiers. she always smiled at him, told him to have a good day, or to enjoy whatever he had bought. it began with idle chitchat and exchanging pleasantries, but he began spending more time there than in his own apartment.

they noticed. of course they would. there were always eyes on him, wherever he went, whether he liked it or not.

'stay away from the girl,’ they threatened him in an alley one day. they gestured to a rooftop with their chin where he knew a sniper was ready to shoot on signal. 'you were taught to abandon all forms of attachment. don’t give them one more reason to take from you.’

'i just wanted a fuck,’ yugyeom hisses though his teeth, uncomfortable when they brought back up the memories of his harsh conditioning, what he’s been through to come this far. 'i haven’t gotten my dick wet in years. i just wanted to see if the equipment still worked alright? jesus.’

'that better have been all it was, yugyeom.’

Wrath

he’s nineteen, a drop out, and far too jaded for someone as young as him to be. he had become content with living life like this: taking orders, killing those he was ordered to kill, washing the blood off his hands, rise and repeat. his days tended to blur together, and at times he couldn’t tell when his days ended, or when they began.

but underneath the pretense of complacency, was an underlying anger that he held deep in his heart since he was a boy. a fiery tempest that could not be quelled no matter how many years had passed since the death of his family.

because beneath the cool exterior and nonchalant aura he exudes: kim yugyeom is angry. he’s a ticking time bomb, and only god knows when he’ll set off.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

he’s a creature of duality. the closer you look, the less you see, and the more you focus on what you think is important, it’s suddenly not there. yugyeom appears to be an aimless, dissonant, and sadistic individual, to which he is all of the above──an ingenious assassin known for his cruelty. it’s a pity that many cannot see past the surface to realize that he is also ambitious, charming, and cunning. they only see the man he’s become due to duress and the harsh conditioning he experienced in his childhood; many fail to see that he’s still just a child in a grown man’s body.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「XIN YUAN ZHANG」「BL」「TWENTY-TWO」

“Twenty-two-year-old MEDICAL PERSONNEL, DRUG MAKER, and BARTENDER that goes by the alias ‘SNOW’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: PARENT DEATH, BLOOD, DRUGS

[ BACKGROUND... ]

-A baby soft cries was heard on that snowy night, that was the only thing heard that night was the baby soft cries as her parents looked at her with a soft smile of their face. They had been waited for this day for the youngest to have a baby of their own and here she was. Their little Snow

-The daughter to one of China’s fearful gang leaders and a well known madam, Snow grew up wealthy both of her parents gave her everything she wanted. The only child of the Zhang family was always spoiled with new gifts almost everyday as a little girl,

–As she grew older so did her beauty, it was already known that Snow has always been a well-known beauty just like her mother. But it was also known for she always turned down anyone who confessed, the reason was unknown maybe because she wasn’t interested or because she thought of them as her own family. The only one who knew the answer was herself.

-Unlike her parents, she didn’t have the passion to run the gang like her father or be anything like her mother, so at the age of 17 the only thing they taught her was how to make drugs and to treat injuries. As time went by she got better and better with creating drugs,

-Around the age of 20, that was the age when she created her own drug. A powerful one at that. The drug that she started making her own money from the drug that was being sold out by the second but people don’t know by whom of course.

-As soon as she turned 22 years old, everything went downhill. She thought her birthday was going to be the same like every year but this time it was different. WAY different than she expected, screams fill up the Zhang Mansion, blood on the wall bodies were here and there spreader all around the house. This was the last time she ever saw both of her parents alive as both of them made sure that she made it out of the house alive before being killed themselves.

-Here she was, she’s only been with the Black Lotus for little over six months since she was forced to leave her homeland for her own safety. Six months since she started her new life as a member of Black Lotus. A whole new place far away from her homeland which she couldn’t even return to

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

Caring May not show it, but she really care about BL like it’s her own family, after joining some of the members already welcome her as part of the family as well. She doesn’t show this side of her a lot but when she do that’s a really rare moment.  Stubborn It’s been known that Snow tends to be pretty stubborn whenever she doesn’t want to do anything or things just don’t go her way, So it’ll take a couple of tries before she can even say Intelligent May not look the brightest, but she is really intelligent, the queen of creating new and powerful drugs but she also know how to make sure not to get caught of course. Sneaky If you need any information no worries she’ll get it for you. Always have a couple of tricks under her sleeves. From sneaking drugs into somebody drink to using her own looks she’ll always have the information that is needed.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED...「SEO INGUK」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-NINE」

“Twenty-nine-year-old CEO, EXTORTIONIST and SERIAL KILLER that goes by the alias ‘INCUBUS’. His allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL HIGH. PROCEED WITH EXTREME CAUTION...

WARNING: MURDER, NSFW

[ BACKGROUND... ]

being a corporate heir meant growing up in the lap of luxury. as a child, inguk wanted for nothing money could buy him- nor should he have. to say he was born with a golden spoon would nearly be an understatement. his life growing up was nothing if not a reflection of this, pomp and arrogance smoothed into an air of regality. from the way he walked to the way he talked, there was never any question as to where inguk’s priorities lay.

which is to say, in the money.

money, he learned early on, is what makes the world go ‘round. it’s what lines the pockets of the people who keep him clothed, the people who keep him fed, the people who remain steadily at his feet. it is the best means to bargain and to receive what one wants. he’d never been required to spend his time interning at his father’s company; inguk could have easily jumped the ranks and received his own office straight away, had he chosen to. in spite of his parents confusion, however, he chose to intern instead, to start out amongst the lowly employees and earn his way up.

they’d thought it was a rather useless trait. inguk merely saw it as an opportunity to make connections.

working for such a large corporation, one that held politicians in their pockets, one that had stock in countless other businesses, inguk quickly learned the importance of networking. it wasn’t easy at first, to get his coworkers to speak freely whilst in his presence, lest they say something that potentially offend him. after all, it wasn’t as though he could just go undercover and pretend to not be the ceo’s son- not when that’s who he’d been his whole life.

instead, he took to a more subtle approach. when they would inquire as to whether he’d eaten or not, as to whether he’d like anything done- he would put on his best humble smile and accept it, for the sake of allowing them to think themselves in his good graces. once this was accomplished, they became increasingly willing to be loose lipped at the expense of their coworkers, if only to remain in inguk’s favor. it was, to say the least, a quite amusing feat to watch. it never ceased to impress him, how easily loyalties switch with the promise of promotion under their noses.

as inguk grew older, as he steadily rose in rank, he learned another use for money that he’d been a bit too preoccupied to notice before. seduction.

his parents parties became a new kind of playground- a new kind of prey placed so thoughtlessly into his line of sight. inguk had no problems attracting suitors (or at least, women and men alike who would attempt to keep his attention with meaningless words and even more meaningless glances), though none of them ever interested him beyond a night’s fun or a convenient business venture. he’d been increasingly pleased to discover just how easy it was to have so many people wrapped around his finger, over little more than a seemingly careless slip of the tongue and sweet nothings whispered against sweat-slicked skin.

inguk, for the most part, was not interested in anything beyond a few sordid affairs. the thought of a romantic partner was rather boring, if not even a bit off-putting. he’d never really seen the appeal. from the time inguk was a child, raised by his maids (and his mother, on rare occasion) only to be brought out for show whilst he learned how to be the kind of son his father desired, he very seldom allowed himself to wonder why it was that his parents did not show him the same kind of love as the families he saw on the television.

the answer, after all, was fairly simple. the children on the television sought love in order to cultivate happiness, in order to get whatever it was that they wanted. because of this, they risked everything they stood to gain and more. it was entirely unappealing. besides that, he noted, his parents never looked at each other the way those actors did anyway.

of course, his parents probably could have stood to love him a bit more- for all they gave him, affection was certainly not amongst the things he was rich in. at the very least, it may have saved his father a rather gruesome ending. or maybe it wouldn’t have. inguk couldn’t care if he’d tried to- which is saying something, given that he generally strove to be the best in anything he put his mind to. it wasn’t particularly hard to arrange his father’s death, per se. for as much as inguk had seen about murders gone awry on countless shows, about the good guy getting the bad guy in the end… he encountered little in way of resistance.

at the end of the day, his father was a rather cold man. he had gathered little in way of true loyalty from his employees- at least not anything that could withstand a story told with shaking voice and wet eyelashes. inguk knew very well what kind of sob stories sold well. he’d heard countless, particularly from the lower workers fired from the company, he’d made note of which ones they’d needed to keep the news outlets quiet over.

he supposed it should have been more of a tragedy. perhaps the papers would have said something about the man being a good father, a good husband– maybe even stated that he’d donated to charity with the wealth he’d amassed. instead, it came and went as quickly as it occurred. it became a footnote on the news after a few press conferences and instead gave way to the news that inguk himself would be taking his place at the head of the company.

all in all, inguk heading the company was well received. statements released to the press barely needed any editing in way of pr- no one had anything bad to say about the golden boy who’d kept his pets well.

his mother- bless her heart- had been just as unsuspecting as his father. inguk had visited her quarters after work in the few days after his father’s death. she’d been shaken up, much to inguk’s surprise. huh. perhaps there had been some sort of emotions between the two of them.

“who would have done such a thing?” she’d said, voice unlike he’d heard it before.

“what do you mean?” he’d inquired, seated on the side of her bed, hand in hers.

“who would murder a man like your father? he had no scandals. we made sure of it- he shouldn’t have had any enemies who could do something like that,” a pause. panic in her eyes. “do you have any enemies, son?”

the worry was almost endearing. inguk had smiled, soft like velvet.

“oh mother, of course i haven’t got any,” he’d assured her, untangling their hands in favor of brushing a stray tear from her cheek. “but i wouldn’t be so sure that it was an an enemy that killed him. perhaps it wasn’t quite as personal as you’re thinking it is.”

his mother’s responding smile had faltered then. she’d reached to her bedside table then, for the tea inguk had prepared for her hours earlier. it’d long since cooled, but she still drank it down nonetheless. truly, nothing to soothe an aching heart, inguk supposed.

“what?”

“what i mean to say is,,” inguk mused, eyes glittering. “maybe it was just… a business transaction, hm?”

unfortunately for her, it only got easier the second time around.

inguk wasn’t particularly fond of repeat transactions, but his distaste was eased with the knowledge that least this one was a bit different. this time he’d been able to have the official cause of death marked down as a heart attack from the stress of her husband’s death. quick, easy, convenient.

he wouldn’t have wanted mommy dearest to have to watch her son overthrow her husband’s legacy. surely it could be considered a mercy?

after that, it wasn’t all that hard to get his hands dirty again. in fact, inguk almost found himself enjoying the realization that dawned on his mother’s face as she’d realized it. it hadn’t even stung when she’d fixed him with those words, hurt clear in her eyes.

“why?”

“why?” inguk frowned a bit, tilted his head in mock confusion. “it’s simple, isn’t it? all’s fair in love and war- or so the saying goes. well, seeing as how we’re currently in a rather peaceful period in the country… and seeing as how love certainly isn’t something we share… it doesn’t have to be fair, dow does it mother darling?” he’d let the corners of his lips curl upwards then, mockingly gentle. “it’s just business.”

of course, there were only so many people to knock off the metaphorical totem pole before inguk found himself sitting comfortably. word got around to those who needed to be made aware that a betrayal would not be taken lightly. it was a rather tidy business, as far as he was concerned, especially once he begun to associate himself with one gang in particular.

naturally, that meant inguk needed to find new ways to get his kicks. he hadn’t really expected murder to be the adrenaline rush for him- he might have first thought to take up something like gambling or perhaps even some type of sport. but, nothing he tried compared, and he was left to find another way to satiate his desire.

inguk knew very well it wasn’t moral- but then again, he hadn’t been raised to be moral.

for a while, he’d tried to satisfy his cravings through sex. he’d make a toy out of some pretty new thing he’d come across until he grew tired of them. at first, it worked to keep him from growing bored. it worked until one of them grew greedy. she’d attempred to take more than what he’d so generously given to her, perhaps assuming inguk wouldn’t notice.

so he pretended to be unaware, allowed her to think she was getting away with it up until he had her in his bed again, disheveled and bare. when he’d paused, moments before allowing her to finish, she’d been in a daze.

“why did you stop?” her voice was pretty like that, he thought. wrecked.

“i wanted to ask you something,” came his simple response, fingers trailing along the smooth skin of her throat. at her silence, he continued. “why did you steal from me?”

he felt her pulse stutter under his touch, a confirmation all it’s own. he tsked, added pressure to his touch. “did you think that i wouldn’t notice?”

the sultry look dropped then, eyes widening slowly in realization. “no, i–”

“oh,” inguk hummed, nodding as if he understood and slowly tightening his grip. “so you thought i would notice, and wanted to see how long i would take to figure it out? you must think me some kind of fool.”

she began, finally, to look a bit panicked. “that’s not–”

“isn’t it, though? you took something you could have very easily asked for. you disrespected me so blatantly, over what? pocket change compared to what i so graciously dress you in?” he kept his voice level, even as he continued to restrict her breathing. “darling, you really should have minded your manners.”

she could hardly make a sound that wasn’t akin to a gag- a ghastly rasping noise, really.

“what an unpleasant noise you’re making. unfortunate, i liked you much better moaning my name. it’s a shame you’ve done this to yourself, isn’t it?” he places his other hand beside the one already on her neck and squeezes in earnest, a mirthless smile on his lips. “was it worth it? hm? trading your life like this?”

at that point, she could not answer him. inguk made quick work of her after that, ending her life with little more than a feeling of annoyance. after redressing himself, he regarded her once more, gently touched the marks blooming like sweet blue petals. it truly was a shame, but she bruised so prettily.

looking back on it, though, inguk would say it was the most fun he’d had in years.

and so begun a new chapter…

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

perhaps in another life, inguk would have been a good man. perhaps, he could have put his brilliance to better use, maybe as a lawyer or a surgeon- something worthwhile. something he could have called home about. in this life, however, inguk puts his smarts to a more… practical use. at least, what would be considered practical in way of his current work.

he doesn’t bother hiding his arrogance in most situations, though he is well aware of how to get what he wants in spite of it. he’s highly manipulative, both through monetary and emotional means. admittedly, inguk does have a bit of a temper- his anger is icy and calculated, usually rearing it’s head in the form of a well placed knife in the back. or to the throat. inguk isn’t particularly picky with that detail.

inguk uses his wealth and his looks to bed his victims before killing them- something he doesn’t necessarily take pride in, but considers to be a sport. if one of his conquests is particularly interesting, he has a habit of keeping them as his sugar baby until they no longer hold his attention.

with those he keeps close to him, he is fiercely loyal, and will kill to keep them safe. he doesn’t have a very wide range of emotions that he allows to slip through his mask, but something akin to kindness does tend to make an appearance with the people who he has taken a liking to.

[murderincrp]

PROFILE LOADED... 「KIM JIHYE」「BLACK LOTUS」「TWENTY-FOUR」

“Twenty-four-year-old EXTORTIONIST and BARTENDER that goes by the alias ‘IRIS’. Her allegiance lies with BLACK LOTUS.”

✘ THREAT LEVEL LOW. NO PRECAUTIONS NECESSARY...

WARNING: KIDNAPPING

[ BACKGROUND... ]

born to parents who left her to be raised by her gang-affiliated relatives when she was a mere baby, a girl who grew up in a criminogenic lifestyle where all she knew was crime; where all she could know, was crime.

that’s what you would expect as the backstory of kim jihye, because after all, all gang members have a tragic past, right?

well, yes and no.

kim jihye, born as wang fei fei, though she had been abandoned by her parents at the young age of two years old, grew up in an orphanage just outside of hong kong. she had always been a happy child, pearly whites showcased through those thin lips of her as they spread into a wide grin. kim jihye was the epitome of a ball of sunshine and that was what attracted her adoptive parents to her in the first place. now this may be where you expect things to go wrong, where you would hear of a happy tale that could have been but no, oh no; kim jihye’s happy story doesn’t just end here.

she had happily adjusted into her new life and home outside of the orphanage and at the centre of seoul city, a feat that she would not and could not have even dreamed of achieving just one month ago. the bustling city was all new to the two-year-old and she was wide-eyed with curiosity at everything and anything. her parents were loving and it felt like she was the centre of their universe despite them not being around all the time, but when they were they made sure she knew how much they loved and cared for her.

age five was when things in her life changed with the birth of her sister kim jisoo. now this may be where you think the happy story finally ends, but no, not here. her little sister’s birth was nothing but happiness for both the little jihye and her parents, who hadn’t been expecting a child. jihye adored the new addition to their family and despite being just five years old, she vowed to protect her little sister. her parents chuckled with endearment upon hearing that, knowing just how truthful her words were. not long after that, her parents enrolled her in taekwondo lessons.

age ten was when her happy story finally came to an end. it started with her little sister not coming home and it ended when she learned rose had been kidnapped. she had vowed to protect her little sister but she hadn’t been able to fulfill it, and that killed her. after a strenuous period of time where all she could do was sit and wait, her sister finally returned home and she almost felt the same happiness she had when her sister had been born. age ten was also when she first stepped foot inside the black lotus gang headquarters. an introduction of sorts where it was finally revealed to her just how her parents got the wealth that had provided for their family the whole time. she wasn’t surprised for she always had her suspicions. now this may be where the normal individual runs, but not jihye. kim jihye doesn’t run from things, and she certainly was not about to run from the only family she ever had.

age fifteen was when she officially stepped foot into the gang lifestyle just like her parents had and took the alias of iris. it had been five years since she learned about black lotus and in those five years she had brought it upon herself to learn everything she possibly could about being in a gang. she learned that despite her black belt in taekwondo she wasn’t meant for fieldwork (she learned that one the hard way but that’s a story for another time), that she was more of a ‘behind the scenes’ type of person and that was how she began her work as an extortionist. ever since she was young, she had always had a way with words that made it so it was very hard to say no—did people call that…charm? as an extortionist her main goal was blackmail, to put it bluntly. iris took dirty information on others and used it against them in such a manner that they couldn’t possibly say no to doing what black lotus wanted.

age twenty was when it happened. her boyfriend, a fellow black lotus member who worked as a soldier had been pulled into a mission that was of utmost danger but that was why they needed their best; and he was just that. she knew there was a possibility of him not coming back but she hoped for the best—she shouldn’t have. the news of his death hit her like a bullet train and she could hardly process it despite her having one of the highest emotional quotients of the group. but could anyone blame her?

now at age twenty-four iris has seemingly left the past behind her and works to live up to the title of one of black lotus’ best extortionists. having the heavy burden of her parent’s legacy on her shoulders, she isn’t a woman you would want to mess with. she looks innocent on the outside but if you push hard enough, the demons inside will be released and it won’t end well—not for you.

[ BEHAVIOR... ]

calm and level-headed; those would be the two words used to describe iris if anyone were to ask. she has an emotional quotient above the average individual’s and she’s proud of that fact. it takes quite a lot to push her past the point of no return and it’s often that people mistaken her calmness to mean that she’s an easy target. but oh how wrong are they. she’s guarded, the many walls around her heart built from tragedy upon tragedy that she has faced throughout the twenty-four years of her life that she has under her belt. she knows not to easily trust people, that even those closest to you can turn on you—she’s seen it in action after all.