This is a compelation of multiple stories. I roleplay on a site called Tumblr. The concept of the roleplay is set in Seoul, South Korea. It's about the Night World. A secret soctiety of witches, vampires, shapeshifters, werewolves and more. The Night World does whatever it can to keep itself hidden from humans.
I play Jeon Jiyoon, a 19 year old human. In the roleplay, we come up with out own character's background and personality. My character, Jiyoon is a killer. I'll put her description in the foreword. Anyway, each chapter will be a different encounter she has with different people. It's all one big story of her life in Seoul.
I'm not very good at explaining. It will become more clear if you decide to read, which I hope you will. It will be written in third person. I will switch POV's between characters. I hope you enjoy!
Characters:
Name: Jeon Jiyoon
Age: 19
Species: Human
Name: Kim Jonghyun (JR)
Age: Thereabout 2,600 (Looks 18)
Species: Lamia (Born vampire) [Prince of the Night World]
Name: Kim Jonghyun
Age: 22
Species: Human
Name: Kim Hyelim (Lime)
Age: 19
Species: Witch
For the first nine years of her life, Jiyoon was raised only by her depressed mother. Her father would show up every now and then and stay for short periods of time, three days at the most. After that short visitation was over, he would leave again to who-knew-where, never contacting them or letting them know when he would come back… IF he would come back. Jiyoon was too busy being a child to truly notice what was going on, to really analyze her depressed mother drinking her life away because she was stuck waiting on the man with a face that only showed up to drop an emotionless greeting. At the age of nine, Jiyoon’s mother died of alcohol poisoning. Her father somehow heard of this and returned immediately to raise her “properly” his own way.
Though Jiyoon didn’t notice right away, her dad was teaching her to kill. He was teaching her how to kill, how to hide small blades, how use only the strap from a belt to make a few punches easily end in fatality. She was taught stealth and agility. Most importantly though, she was taught never to get a job. Never to settle down to a routine, day-to-day life. She never had to worry about money, he said. They moved fairly often, never even staying in the same town for more than two months. Each time they moved, she was bought to a new house, fully furnished with objects she’d never seen and closets filled with clothes that didn’t fit. There were a few times when her dad didn’t bother finishing the house-owner off. In result, Jiyoon one day found a blonde woman tied up and beaten, but still alive in a closet. She simply gave the woman and blank stare before closing the door and walking away. Sure, it’d be easy to help Ms. Kim and set her free… But it was easier not to.
One day, when Jiyoon was thirteen and sitting on a blue couch near a fireplace in a new house, her father was sitting in a rocking chair across from her, cleaning a blade that could be disguised as a belt buckle. “What are people?” He asked her out of the blue. She looked at him and shrugged, not knowing what he wanted for an answer. “They’re piggy banks”, he answered, eyes still focused on the knife. “And what do you do when you need money?” He asked her. “Come to you”, she answered in a questioning way as if unsure. “No”, he chuckled. “You break ‘em open.”
Of course there were times when her father would disappear. He’d always come back after no longer than a week though. However, when she once looked at the calender and found it’d been a month since she last seen him, she knew what that meant. He’d most likely never come back. So then, at age fifteen, she quickly became accustomed to the lifestyle presented to her by her father.
When meeting, greeting, and speaking to Jiyoon, many assume her to be a complete and moronic air-head. She speaks in riddles and broken sentences with a distant tone and a spaced gaze. She’s just the opposite though. Jiyoon understands the worlds and how it works for the most part… In her own perspective anyway. She understands the people around her more than they understand themselves sometimes. She’s both clever and manipulative. She has a way of getting people to speak more about themselves, with her only saying a few things.
Jiyoon knows that she should have grieved over her dead mother, but she never did. She knew she should have missed her dad or at least been a bit sad by his leaving, but she never was. She also knew that the guilt of her actions of taking many so-called “innocent” lives should keep her up at night and eat her alive, but it doesn’t The guilt doesn’t exist. She has no conscience. No small voice in the back of her head. She doesn’t have friends. She doesn’t keep in contact with anybody. Her targets are the people she knows have an abundance of money… Once the target is locked, all she has to do is “break open the piggy bank.”
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