( im nayeon, cis female, she/her ) 🐬 ⋆｡˚ what’s the word around nikki choi in capri these days ? don’t look at me like that, you know them — they go by nik, you know, the twenty nine year old local. you can probably spot them at porto velluto, having their coco gelato and taking a break from being a psychic & tarot reader, where people describe them as elusive and rebellious, but others swear they’re creative and eccentric if you catch them at the right moment. they fit somewhere between smudged eyeliner, fortune cookies, purple satin and blurry polaroids, though most people associate them with made-up conspiracy theories to spook annoying tourists °‧🫧⋆˚｡⋆ angel, 30, she/they, brt, none.
name: nikki 'nik' choi (changed it when her grandmother became her guardian)
date of birth: june 13th, 1997
zodiac sign: gemini sun, pisces moon, scorpio rising
siblings: three older brothers
parents: both alive, little to no contact
hometown: seoul, south korea
warnings for: bullying, parental neglect & death.
what can you say? you have always been the odd one out, born under a full moon on a friday the 13th. it’s like the joke practically wrote itself. even as you laugh about it now, you can still remember your big brothers calling you a werewolf.
for the longest time, you were sure you’d become one. maybe it would’ve better than handling the bullies at school relentlessly taunting you, laughing at your bunny smile and your weird antics. sure, maybe you did eat glue once or twice, but was that all there was ever going to be to you? weird kid, nothing more?
your family didn’t really listen. you see, they were busy with three tenacious little boys, full time jobs and a growing resentment for each other. so, you endured. endured until you couldn’t. until
you came home with clenched fists, crying eyes and bubblegum to your hair.
that same week, your parents got divorced. a pang of guilt stuck with you since. maybe you were doomed? maybe you were cursed with some sort of infinite bad luck and now, now it was passing onto everyone you ever loved.
the separation was messy, messier than the fifteen year old marriage. dad took the boys, mom took you - until you begged to live with your grandmother in italy. it was far, it was different and most importantly, it was new. but it would be yours.
leaving seoul for capri is not quite an usual feat. yet grandma took you in, a scared twelve year old who felt destined for chaos. there was a weird sort of understanding between you two. she didn’t question your weirdness and, in turn, your didn’t question her rules. at least for the most part, until you turned sixteen and the sweet temptation of sneaking out was too strong to bear.
life was good, life was sunny and for the first time, you didn’t feel cursed. you had friends, a beaming high school crush and even acceptable grades for your school. once you graduated, grandma got you a beaten down car and an expensive tarot deck for all your witchy pursuits. having someone to believe in you always gets you wondering how long it’ll take them to be disappointed. that’s just how you are; a natural pessimist, a servant of the fates where every bad card feels like a promise.
she fell ill when you were twenty. there wasn’t much you could do, and that was the worst part. how could you not see it coming? how could you not take destiny by its hands and force it to your will? no crystal ball, no oracle, no card ever saved her.
you’ve become skeptical, bitter even. even as you struggle to understand the threads of fate, you still want to believe in it. in the magic and the hope of it all. the wheels of fortune have to shift in your favor again, right?
she's a little too sarcastic, makes a lot of jokes about her bad luck constantly, but flinches slightly when someone agrees with her.
struggles a lot with relationships because she's waiting for the moment she'll infect someone with their chaos. tends to sabotage good things without meaning to.
has learned to weaponize being the weird kid now, leaning into it as armor.
still has the car her grandma gave to her. it's falling apart but she genuinely refuses to get rid of it, much like the first tarot deck her grandma gave her. she only uses it for special readings or occasions.
is a really good liar. picked it up from years of just being the daughter who didn't really give much trouble.
cannot have pets for the life of her, because she gets too attached when they eventually pass away or become sick. it's very troubling for her. she maintains plants instead, has a green thumb which she got from her grandma.
very particular about her coffee and tea. doesn't really let anyone brew it or make anything for her because she hates troubling others and follows a very specific recipe for it.
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