+ Kim Namjoon || Rap Monster
+ BTS
+ 12 September 1994 || 22 years old
+ Mafia
+ Joker of The Spades
++
There's blood on his hands. Sticky and slick, the cloying tang so deep in his nose it makes him want to gag. He stamps down on the urge, there's no time for that now.
He knows this is a dream, somewhere deep in the recesses of his mind he knows. He lives this waking nightmare every time he closes his eyes.
But right now he's ten again, skinny and shaking with his mother's blood staining his hands as he grips the gun tighter.
One, two, three
breathe in,
relax your shoulders
The shadow before him looms, words he cannot hear fall from its lips. He knows them so well that he doesn't need to hear
Useless,
Worthless,
Mistake
“You best not miss, parasite”
His father, eyes red and mouth frothing, a feral dog that needs to be put down. He hurt Mama. She's dying. She'd taken the blow for him, her only child, and now she was dying. He hadn't known someone could bleed so much.
That notion, that single thought washes over him, and when it settles his hands have stopped shaking, his heart is ice and there is a fire in his eyes as he aims the gun.
one, two, three
breathe in,
relax your shoulders,
squeeze the trigger
A haze of scarlet explodes over the back wall, over him. He has no regrets as he watches his father's twitching form drop the knife, still dripping in his mother's blood onto the carpet, and slump forward.
There's so much blood and he feels sick again, the ice cold anger that had fuelled him mere moments ago now gone as he drops the gun, drops to his knees as the distant sounds of sirens fill the air. His mother will live, they will help her. He does not matter.
He does not wake with a jolt or a yell, as most nightmares would evoke, instead there is silence save for the distant sound of sirens, an eerie echo of the past and Queen, purring softly on the pillow beside him. It grounds him, hearing her as he tries to shake off the memories.
He reaches up to her, only to find that for a moment his hands are slick with red once more before he blinks and it is gone. He's not a religious man, not really, but he thinks perhaps he is going to hell, or maybe he's already there.
Then again, when you're the wild card, you hardly play by the rules of anyone's game.
» Jung Hoseok || J-Hope
» BTS
» 18 February 1994 || 23 years old
» Mafia
» Joker of The Diamonds
»»»
He reeked of desperation. He craved and yearned for all that he could have, all that he couldn’t. Covetous and desirous; greed had claimed a soul.
It’s simple. It won’t be easy and it won’t be cheap, but it really is simple. Any task required, all for the price of Jung Hoseok.
Clean or not, he’ll accept it on his hands. But he is by no means, a specialist. More of a generalised set of skills and fast learning abilities. Provides a lot more variety, although, the best of the best is not guaranteed. Only what is necessary.
The ethics had worked for him so far. Never at loss of jobs or a decline in clients. He takes pride in his deck, thanks them for this, though he seems a bottom feeder living on scraps. It had been worse.
Jung Hoseok who had nothing. Jung Hoseok who looked for food in the trash. Jung Hoseok with holes in his pockets and soles broken in. He didn’t get much from the world. Not since a shadowy figure stepped out of the door and never looked back at him. No, he’d never had the chance to receive all that he could have. But he’s taking. All that he couldn’t and more.
Now, Jung Hoseok. A man of many talents and an itch on his palm. Anything and everything, he’ll make sure to fit the bill.
His services were quite popular. A goon for the occasion. A hired henchman, not afraid to get bloodied. An honest to god secretary. Violence, crime, ; they’d all given good reviews because he offered something else of value. Loyalty.
It’s a jaded thing, left him a lot of scars but he never let go. Perhaps that is what keeps the customers coming back. Keeps his name synonymous with a task completed. A card riding the currents, palm to palm, a smile of a menace tempting a profitable act be indulged. Jung Hoseok’s services will continue to bear fruit.
But there’s a rumour going around. It sounds quite tiresome. That there’s a hidden treasure in his closet of skeletons. The one thing he’d do anything for. It controls him like a puppet. True vulnerability peeking through his armoured exterior.
Everyone had a price, but his must stay a secret.
Because the price of Jung Hoseok is not in numbers. It’s not with a piece of card that he’d risked his life for. Not blood on his hands, dirt under his nails nor, a bounty over his head. The price of Jung Hoseok smiles at him through the computer screen, mimics the way his eyes quirk and laughs loud. Tells him of a life that is light, normal, safe. Top grades and a future to look forward to.
He reeked of desperation. He craved and yearned for all that he could have, all that he couldn’t. He coveted and desired the best, not for himself though. The earth and heaven above meant nothing to him, but Jung Hyesoo deserved it all.
The price of Jung Hoseok is giving all that he can to all that he has.
Kim Taehyung
BTS
30 December 1995 | 21
Mafia
Hearts three
Taehyung grew up with the silver spoon shoved firmly in his mouth. Even has a child he had a certain charm, an allure that made people want to like him, want to trust him. Clean cut, polite tight lipped smiles as he bowed for the 100th time to a woman wearing way too little with a man much too rich….it was never his style. Ripped jeans as he straddled the back of a beat up motorbike, wrapping his arms around a waist he didn’t care to know as the wind whipped faster and his ever so charming grin grew wider. That was his style. The nighttime, where morals blurred and rules where only made to be broken. He’d stumbled into a life with the Hearts, like most things he took advantage of the situation presented and make himself a home with those revolving around the pleasure of others. Fitting a little too easily in with his own charismatic ability to make a person melt into his embrace, with no warning to what tricks he’ll play when you’ve already fallen too far.
Full Name: Park Jimin
Group: BTS
DOB/Age: Oct. 13, 1995 / 21
Mafia/Civilian: Civilian
Position/Occupation: Mayor
Character Description: Pain is something Jimin has known since the beginning of his seemingly perfect life. Parents died too early. He grew up with his grandparents. Grandfather the uptight mysterious type but a hard worker as lawyer, even was a soldier way back in the day. His grandmother was the loving one of the two, baked lots of cookies, owned a flower shop down the street, smelled like lavender. They seemed like an ordinary family. Some would even say they were boring by the look of em. That however was only if you didn’t look hard enough.. His grandfather, made a few bad business deals that would be the end of him. Grandmother never got over it.. She ended her life only a year after they took his life for payment. Jimin never got over it.. In high school he became determined to graduate early to get his revenge. In college he planned his revenge. Majored in Political Science and minored in Military Tactics and Diplomacy. Got involved in politics since the beginning. Then once he built up enough support with the majority of the city council members by helping their campaigns he decide to run for office himself. His goal? To give Seoul back to the people. His dream? To end the mafia’s hold on his city. “This city is ours. Fight for it!” -Park Jimin
Timezone: EST-5
Password: White (Civilians are innocent? ;3 )
He'd always been a difficult child to please, being picky with his toys and unwilling to mingle with the other children in his class. Bearing a short attention span and an even smaller pool of interests, Sehun had been better with computers and numbers than he was with people.
His father's world was boring, rewarding, when he spared the greedy fools a moment, but boring nonetheless. He'd greet them all with his father on his heels, palm pressed upon his back and calloused fingers digging into the boy's shoulder hard, ensuring he stuck with the regime. The same fake smile, practised bow and rehearsed lines, a mere show of callous lies to protect his father's veneer.
His sponsors liked a man with a package deal, the perfect wife and perfect son meant the perfect businessman, and an hour of his time gave him more materialistic benefits than it was worth.
Choi Minki.
Nu'est
08-18-1996
Could it be revenge.. That feeling that keeps stabbing at his aching heart? Or is it the inevitable loneliness often urging him to end it all? "even if am gone, I want you to live on" The young man remember. But how does one continue living when the brightest star of his life had faded already? He always asked himself.
Minki is a known name with many mafia, however, the caution people used to have around him is gone. The pressure from Minki's former position and his cunning intelligence, gone completely.
Minki, Ren as they called him, is a former queen of spades whom once dominated the underground of Seoul together with his former king. Yet much like that king had fallen, Minki had fallen as soon as he'd recieved a horrifying message regarding the man he loved.
His mental state had soon pushed him out of this world. The young and lively being having turned into a careless and lifeless being. He smiled, sure, but ever since not a single of these smiles was honest and that sure was noticable to the watchful eye. He'd gone back to his previous life as a stripper and a dancer just to earn money and live as he had once promised. But his attitude differs. He now turns a blind eye to people touching him, robbing him or even him. Nothing seems to matter to him. He clutches to faint memories and waits for the end of his nightmare.
GMT+1
blackblackblack cause you know, used to be spades? :')
kim taehyung .
BTS.
1995.12.30.
SPADE'S Queen (are males allowed to be queens?) if not, SPADE'S Joker.
Kim Taehyung used to have a wonderful life as a child, but as soon as he reached the age of twelve his life turned upside down after he was taken by a group of people on his way back home. Miles away from home, Taehyung became the latest shipment as one of the es on a club. Because of Taehyung's good looks and obedient behavior, he is one of the favorites from customers. He soon became quiet and because of his attempts on escaping, Taehyung mastered of being in the shadows to not be seen. At the age of 16, he escaped at the den with a help of a member in a of a mafia he no longer can remember and because of that, he joined the underground world. He worked his way up to the streets, stealing and even killing people to get what he wants : money and shelter. He can't be caught due to his ability to disappear within the crowd. He possesses light and quick footsteps bearing the name as the 'Phantom', 'Specter' or the 'Wraith'. After many years, he joined the spades and became their queen/joker.
GMT + 8.
I think the Spades have Black?
Xiumin
exo
march 26 1990
mafia
heart's joker
Xiumin has no recollection of his past, the sole thing he remembered was his birth name 'kim minseok' written in the blood of the body lying next to him. Did he kill this woman? He can't remember.
Minseok works as barista in his own cafe when he isn't involved in an activity. Although on the facade minseok is friendly and compassionate, xiumin is the exact contradicting persona. Taking his task serious, he often demonstrates no empathy and is rather submissive with orders.
gmt 8
I think heart is red??
Lu Han
Soloist
April 20, 1990 / 26
civilian
Collage student psychiatrist major
luhan was always privileged than most kids his age growing up. He had everything. Money, boyfriends, and looks. after graduating high school he decided to move in with his boyfriend. That's when he began to lose himself in the toxic relationship. Years later they broke up and that left him devastated. He became so attached that he didn't know what to do anymore. So finally after talking to his parents, luhan decided to move to Seoul to continue his studies. being a psychology major granted him insight on how the minds of the worst crimals work, why people did the thinks they do, and understand how they think. But most importantly, he learned more about himself in the process. Now he is finishing his internship and getting ready to graduate. Finally starting a new life in the city Seoul.
Gmt +6
Red?
Full Name: Jung Jaehyun
Group: NCT
DOB/Age: Feb. 14, 1997 / 20
Mafia/Civilian: Mafia
Position/Occupation: Ace of Spades
Character Description: Jaehyun had a perfect childhood - at least the first 8 years of his life were. Because after his brother was born was when his father started coming home drunk and beating the boy's mother. During those nights, Jaehyun would take his little brother away into another room where he could lock the door. Being at such a young age, he knew nothing of what he could do to protect his mother so he opted for protecting his baby brother.
Years passed, with the same thing happening at least once a week. Jaehyun was now 12 and his brother 4. The older and more mature Jaehyun - having to become responsible at a young age to care for his brother - he learned to defend himself behind his father's back. And he was lucky he did. For one night, his father came after him and his brother when their mother wasn't there. Jae told his brother to run to their safe room before turning to face his drunk father.
A few punches were thrown, his father becoming more enraged when he couldn't land one on Jaehyun - his quick reflexes helping him. It wasn't long before Jaehyun was knocked back into the wall, a loud thud sounding as he landed on the floor. While his father approached, yelling all kinds of hateful words towards the young boy - and without their knowledge - police were outside the house to give bad news: Jaehyun's mother had passed away in a drive by shooting. But hearing the yelling, along with the loud crashes, the officers instead broke into the house and arrested the father while both boys were taken away. Jaehyun to the hospital while the younger went off to the adoption house - that being how he lost contact with his brother.
Timezone: UTC-6
Password: Black
Joshua Hong
Seventeen
December 30, 1995
Civilian, student: Major: Astronomy; looking for a job to pay off his loans
Description
Joshua Hong, moving away from the States and off the streets of L.A in hopes for a better life, in his late parent's homeland. He was wrong. Top of his class, but living no where. He needs money but where?
Not only that he is a sinner, for forgiveness Joshua goes to church every Sunday, apologizing for his sins.
Before moving to Seoul, he came out to his parents when they were heading out to dinner. Coming out of the closet, came to a shock to his parents leading all three of them into an accident. Only Joshua lived, now he must go through life every day, believing he killed his parents.
UTC-8
N/A
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