even criminals deserve rest & after a long day of posing as wall street daughter , she crawls into bed with victoria noisily & annoyingly . her feet are COLD & she makes sure to shock them with her frozen fingers as she pulls the blankets around her . they’re not even asleep , which doesn’t shock mercy as she lets out a groan . ‘ i was at this high class club today & someone asked me if i was an ambassador’s daughter , so you could say i’m moving up in the world , ’ she tells them with a smile . ‘ also , i’ve got a date with someone’s son next week , i think he’s important ? i don’t know – what did you do today ? i’m so cold , vic . ’
" everything’s temporary . ” ; drilled into her skin by a ruthless man who knew exactly how to play her for almost a decade , but still , she looks upon the team with such fondness her heart feels like it’ll beat out of her chest . she loves hard , too much – she knows this & doubts she’ll ever learn to stop . EVERYONE deserves to be loved the way she does , even grace – who mercy knows has long since moved on ( she’s not stupid , believe it or not ) . still , she can’t help the pink that rushes into her cheeks at the other’s arrival , BUTTERFLIES fluttering in her stomach as she rises from her seat to meet the other by the door . ‘ hi . ’ she keeps it as simple as she can , handing a hot cardboard cup toward her . ‘ you look great , i mean – you always look great so i don’t know what i was expecting – anyway ! ’ turns toward the inside of the coffee shop & nods toward a crying girl with her friends . ‘ uh , that’s her . here’s her engagement ring i lifted a couple days ago . ’ hands her a silver ring with a sizable rock . ‘ i think she’s offering a thousand fucking dollars for this thing . ’
“Oh honey, this is—“ Maya paused, trying to find the words without offending the young thief. Childish. It’s what the grifter wants to say but resolves for a gentler rhetoric. “—not my style. I’m all glitz and glam, you know but have fun!”
deeply rooted is her desire to please & though childish , her lower lip sticks out momentarily before she shrugs . ‘ come on , you don’t even want this totally real guchie wallet ? ’ she holds up the misspelled fake , entertainment on her lips . ‘ i think there’s a brochure for the met in there , kind of glamorous , right ? ’
𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍’𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 of a disturbance to howl . he remained seated with his coffee cup and phone sitting peacefully beside him . he was SEEMINGLY busy with his novel , crisp pages turned while she spoke . he exhaled a soft breath . the book closed between his palms . he gave her his UNDIVIDED attention . howl looked at the young woman the edge of his lip lifting slightly to see THE JOY warped in her expression . his eyes faltered downward to the bounty of stolen gifts , as she called him . nimble fingers pick at the stolen goods . howl clicked his tongue , ❝ why the bear keychain ? ❞ he asked bluntly . he opened one of the wallets to INSPECT what was inside . nobody carried big bills nowadays , so he grabbed the boba rewards card with only ONE PUNCH towards a free boba . ❝ i assumed you were a jewelry kind of girl . ❞
sits across from him , clear adoration written in her hues as she watches him pick his prize from the treasures before them . fingers clasped around the bear , her smile’s shrank from pride to content as she looks from howl to the bear . an award lifted from the bag of a girl her age , a little bit dirty , a little unloved – is it stupid to say she sees a little bit of herself in it ? adored , but unloved & she doesn’t wish that on anyone ( or , anything ) ; it’s why she’s got a bunch of the ugliest plants in her room . ‘ i don’t know , it was cute . ’ the lie comes as naturally as her shrug . ‘ MUCH cuter than the fake bracelets & watches off the wrists of wannabes in times square – if i wanted fancy jewelry , i wouldn’t steal it from tourists – i’m not stupid . ’
full bag is emptied , tipped over from the bottom to drop various wallets & belongings . sticky fingers have been busy today , touring around time’s square while pretending she can’t speak english . her smile is wide , proud & full of hubris as she beams at the other . instead of picking up a wallet or a money clip , she reaches for a stuffed bear keychain and squeezes it fondly . ‘ what a great find , ’ she says dreamily . ‘ i got something for you , too ! anything in the pile you want , you can have – i’m great at gifts . ’
FINGERS PAUSE ABOVE THE KEYBOARD as their attention is drawn from the screen to the other person. Blue eyes lift toward the other as a small grin spreads across their face. “– Honestly, I got nothing of what you said.” Cue innocent laughter from them before gesturing wildly at their companion. “Feel free to repeat yourself or tell me to fuck off. I’m paying attention this time, I swear it.”
often her words are unheard . she can’t blame others , most of the things that fling themselves from her lips are nonsensical balderdash – it doesn’t mean she won’t repeat herself if asked . sharp elbows lean on the table , chin resting on her hands while she casts a glance at victoria . ‘ oh , vic – i was just wondering what do you think would happen if we put a goldfish in radiated water . would it mutate ? would it gain powers ? could we teach it to be a part of the team ? ’
◟ hello ! i am dumb of ass & now you all have to deal with me . i'm just kidding ( i'm not ) , but i'm ! so excited for this smh my head . this is mercy , she's kind of ? a new muse but does it count as new if she's recycled ... n e ways , pls like this if u want to plot or honest lee ? lmk if u wanna plot on d*scord !
☆ mercy nam + jung jinsoul ☆ cis female + she / her ☆ twenty - three + scorpio ( unfortunately ) ☆ con artist ☆ former art thief + present dumbass
𝓲. 𝕒𝕓𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕘𝕖𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥 .
birth name : jeon soo ji
past names : susie jeon , belle
current name : mercy nam
nickname(s) : dumbass , sooji ( only to a select few )
age : twenty - three
gender / pronouns : cis gendered female / she / her / hers
orientation : pansexual / panromantic
hometown : everywhere ): never settled down
faceclaim : jung jinsoul
fun facts : streets smart and absolutely no book smarts , wanted to get a team cat but forgot she's allergic to cats ): , has a photographic memory , touched the hope diamond once ( almost died , not worth it ) , really good at archery for some reason – literally no other weaponry but can & will fight a man if prompted , can speak like eight languages but only fluent in three , cry babie – cries when angry , sad , & everything in between , BIG little sister vibes she's dumb & annoying i'm so sorry
aesthetic : feet planted firmly in dark soil as roots do , perfectly imperfect day old curls , salty tears while crystal eyes look into the moonlight , skipping unabashedly through puddles after the rain , fingerprints lingering on hot skin belonging to others than her , framed paintings worth millions hanging on bony shoulders & flushed cheeks accompanied by a rosy red nose .
𝓲𝓲. 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕟𝕚𝕔𝕝𝕖 .
uh this is a whole bio , i’m sorry , if u want a tl;dr pls lmk & i’ll gladly supply .
DEATH & CRIME TW , RACISM & BLOOD MENTION !
quiet are her cries when she’s born , quiet are her cries as she grows . brown hues match her mother’s , her wide smile identical to her father’s . if anyone is fated to have a life wealthy with happiness & love , it should be her . she’s a happy baby , her mother shows her off with praises of her rare cries , her father letting her be coddled by the grandparents who compliment their couple on a cute , chubby baby . she doesn’t know how blessed she is & she’ll never get to know until a cruel twist of fate robs her of all the blessings she’s gotten to have . minutes before blowing out her fifth birthday candles , she can barely remember the chain of events , but she still feels disappointment in her chest gets when her parents aren’t there to see her extinguish the flames . the second the flames go out , her parents cords are cut & they’re taken away from her before she can even fully grasp how permanent their last goodbyes are . her first night at five is spent in a dimly lit hallway , listening to her grandmother crying over a daughter she won’t ever get to hold again .
she should go with them , after all , they love her as much as her parents do . but she looks a little too much like her mother , acts a little too much like her father , so she does as her grandparents ask & stays at the hospital with a note between her tiny fingers . it doesn’t make sense to her , why the nurse takes the note & looks at her that way , or why her grandparents don’t return the next day , or the next . the woman in the brown suit takes her to a new home with nice people , but it doesn’t make sense . they don’t call her soo ji , they say susie & she hates it . their son makes fun her eyes , tells her she’s unwanted & in the middle of the night , she walks out the front door with tear stained cheeks . the moon’s never looked as harsh as it did that night .
when the woman in the brown suit meets with her again , she’s a little bit older . new scars litter her skin & though she’s been kicked out of enough homes to understand she’s not wanted , the woman takes pity on her . she wants soo ji ( who’s now susie , in the system ) to thrive the way she should & she places her with one final family . they’re rolling in money , lodged comfortably in whatever place they choose to stay . she likes them , because they treat her as their own . their skin is different from hers , darker & richer , but they say her name correctly & they never once act as if she’s out of place . she’s one of them & this is where she belongs . happiness only lasts as long as a flitting breeze , ripped away from her one morning when she wakes up & they’re gone . left alone on an island in a foreign country , she’s on her own in the white sand , tears mixing in with the salty blue waves that sting reopened wounds .
she wanders around bali for a little while in a pretty dress stained with her tears & flip flops falling apart . if anyone asks her a question , she’s gotten good at lying , pointing at a random stranger to claim relation . ten years old & her fingers learn how to be nimble , pocketing coins & bills as she bumps into tourists . she’s almost eleven when she pickpockets the wrong person , taking with her a crimson stained pocket knife instead of a couple of bills . almost escapes , if not for the hand that clamps around her wrist . a real life pirate , she thinks , staring up into an eyepatch & a scarred face . if not for her defiance , he might’ve turned her in , but the pirate ( who’s name is solomon , no last name ) takes her to his private villa ; a kingdom with armed guards who promise her safety if he wishes it . it’s the first chapter to the rest of her life .
with him she changes . she loves him , loves anyone who promises they love her back . solomon teaches her things children shouldn’t learn ; she learns how to steal , how to evade cameras & avoid detection , blending in like a chameleon becomes second nature , reading people & pushing buttons to get what she ( he ) wants . belle ( renamed by solomon , of course ) is his own personal weapon , being used by him to get away with heists that she doesn’t quite understand is bad . for years she travels with him , collecting priceless artifacts & pieces for a personal collection she doesn’t ever get to see . her bank account is nice & full , all taken care of by solomon , but the older she gets , the wiser she grows ( which , isn’t much , but still ) . with everything she’s learned from him , she disappears from his life the first time he slips up & reveals he’s never loved her . she’s nothing but a tool to him & even if she cries on the papers of her fake passport , she’ll forever search for someone else . mercy wants to be loved , wants to be wanted as she should be ; she never wants to feel as abandoned & hopeless as she was & as she finds herself in new york city , she swears she’ll never feel it . persona’s created as she does what she’s best at – conning people the way she was taught . she lacks in book smarts , struggling with simplicity & daily life but point her in the direction of an object of her desire , it’s hers within minutes . stays under the radar until – well , now .
𝓲𝓲𝓲. 𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 .
exterior . dumb of ass . can't be bothered to learn because while she isn't stupid , she's not interested . lacks the need to carry a normal conversation , often going off on a tangent of a tangent that makes her both endearing & irritating . impossible full of love & happiness , she wears a smile like an accessory , bursting at the seams with chaos imbued in her dna . she wants better , so she'll be better ; wants love , so she is love .
interior . terrified , absolutely mind - numbingly horrified of everything she's experienced . loneliness is comfortable now , but she wishes it wasn't . her mind is often quiet , a constant state of sitting in the middle of the road at night with no one by her side . opposite of who she puts out , inside , she's shivering in a corner , abandoned by fate to tough it out on her own .
midway . unfortunately very talented at very bad things . was trained in the art of heist-ing , from conning to actually stealing , though she excels in the hustle . finds a certain thrill in lifting a wallet or pretending to be a lost little girl . get to know her & she's goofy , idolizes anyone who pays her mind & gives love that she'll never get back .
𝓲𝓿. 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕔𝕝𝕦𝕤𝕚𝕠𝕟 .
oh my GOD that was SO LONG i’m so sorry i’m cringing that’s ... too long i’m so sorry god damnit pls still plot w me i love u some wc are uhhh : ride or dies , older sibling figure , mentor / mentee , significant annoyance , found family , anything ? angsty ( which doesn’t have to be romantic ) , past run ins , ex partners , anyone who might know solomon & therefore knows / knew her idk pls , love me .
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