⇝OOCNOTES
◆ I'm a semi-para writer.
◆ If you want to roleplay with me, I expect an average command of English. You don't need to have spectacular vocabulary, just at least know the difference between 'your' and 'you're' etc.
◆ Throw me any plotline, I wouldn't mind. Just try to think of something other than meeting in the club.
◆ I'm very friendly. Really. You can talk to me OOC in pm anytime.
◆ I hope we can have a good time roleplaying. 

 |W O N J O N G J I N |
{ The J }

fell from the stars }} 1 March 1987
sinned for }} 25 years
watching you from }} 185 cm
what I do best }} fill your body with pills and sink a knife in your heart 

 {{♚}}
CATCHMEIFYOUCAN

LIKES }} solitude / walks at night / wine / classy people 
DISLIKES }} whiners / beer / being the centre of attention / childishness

behind every face is a STORY

{thePAST}
1992- A figure darts into the abandoned alley, clutching his chest in a frail attempt to stop his heart from its almost cardiac arrest. He had almost been caught again, but this time it was worth it. He looked down at the stranger's wallet he had taken, a tired smile forming on the 5-year-old's face. There was ample money this time, maybe he would survive longer than he thought. 

1993- Running for his life, deep down he knew he would never make it out and despair crashed upon his shoulders when he came to a dead end. He turned slowly, horror lining his young features when he saw the way the man who stood before him carelessly swung the knife around. The boy was shaking in fear, asking every God he thought existed to spare his life. The wallet seemed to burn a hole in his pocket as he fell to his knees, pleading for a chance. He was after all, a child on his own. Abandoned in the world on his own. Ruthless anger came upon him in the form of a burning slash in his back, a strangled cry echoing in the darkness of the alley. Tears left devastating trails down his cheeks as he cried out, to anyone, anything who'd pass by the entrance for help. The shadow that came upon him sparked up what little hope he could muster in his numb body as he was pulled up from his position.

1997- He felt proud of himself, he had finally finished training that day and returned to his new home with a smile on his face. He never did question his saviour's actions, teaching him to fight and defend himself. He felt happy that someone cared about him. The deep, jagged scar that ran down his back was a mark to end his pick-pocket life, a sign of a new life that he lived with a man he never met nor knew much about. But he was cared for, and that was all he wanted. However, as the hopeful boy drew patterns on the table with his finger, waiting endlessly for him, something happened deep in the streets of the city, and he never saw his saviour again.

2004- Armed with vigorous training and an instinct that was trained over the years, said boy then ventured out into the streets again. That's when he was found again and involved himself in underground fighting. He was an average fighter, lacking the will to actually end someone's life. But when the operation was raided and he was brought to prison, someone broke him out. Someone promised him that he would have nothing to worry about, as long as he did one simple thing. Kill. 

{thePRESENT}

Turns out his saviour had trained him to be a pretty effective killer, although he would usually resort to poison or drugs to kill someone. It was more effective and had less mess to clean up. A dagger under his belt and a gun in his bag, he'd walk out in the day with no problems. No one would know the blood he held on his hands, and he was happy to keep it that way. He now worked for an underground drug dealer, with the occasional illegal firearms thrown in. More widely known in the business as 'The J', it was his job to ensure all customers were clean before they had a deal, and if there was any suspicious acitivity, he no longer hesitated to pull the trigger.

thisthingyoucallLOVE
- how will you have me? -

{ single } { straight } { not looking, not unwilling }

He isn't looking for a relationship, since it would not only give himself a weakness but also put his loved one in danger. Unless he is sure that she can fend for herself, he will never consider it. However he isn't one to be overly romantic and attached, keeping a safe distance since getting overly attached to anything is never a good thing in his business.

{ profile under construction }

 

◆Official Roleplayer at Live and Let Die Roleplay, in the role of Won Jong Jin◆