( Ha So-hee / 25 / she/her ) — Oh Ha-jeong has been living in Port Leiry for a matter of days. They currently work as an Assassin for Clan Reardon, and are 25 471 years old. No one is sure if they’re actually a vampire or if they’re connected to Clan Reardon. They tend to be quite rational, cold, and ruthless, but can also be inquisitive and efficient.
Name: Oh Ha-Jeong
Nickname: Hajeong, Jeong, Breath of Death
Occupation: Silent Owner of PL Boat Rental Assassin
Age: 25 472 (24 August)
Species: Vampire
Clan: Reardon
Hometown: Yeongdeok, Korea
Personality Traits: cold, ruthless, rational, playful, goal-oriented, inquisitive, erudite, efficient, cynical, compassionate
(TW. Child Abuse, Kidnapping, Pirates, murder, blood, violence, war, guns)
001. Born in a small fishing village on the east coast of Korea during the Joseon dynasty. Growing up the sea was a close companion and salt water practically ran through her veins. She adored her parents and her sister and became known throughout the village for being quick to action.
002. She was still quite young when the raiders attacked, Wokou. She wasn’t quite fast enough then. She remembered taking the ear of the man who grabbed her between her teeth, the first drop in a long life of tasting blood.
003. By the time The Tortoise found her when she was older, she had been sold to a street fighting gang where her nightly but the man with eyes older than his neck knew what she did not. That the age of the Wokou was coming to an end. As the howls of dying men and the burning of a building scarred with the blood of her compatriots fell around her, the man watched as Ha-Jeong clawed her way back into the pit, taking one last victim. The head of the league, the one who she had imagined reaping every fight he had put her through. The Tortoise offered a hand to her in the aftermath, an offer, and he hand bruised and scarred with violence reached for it.
004. He took her under his wing, trained her in more practical ways of fighting. She adored life on the boat, fit in with his crew of misfits who had all clung to life and had decided to help the ancient entity who had taken them under his shell. The Tortoise also taught her to read. Knowledge laid bare before her. She found in her adventures that books and knives were her preferred form of payment, knowledge and defense. The balance suited her. Salt and blood and paper would be what she would build her life on.
005. She knew there had been risks when it came to this excursion. But she was bleeding out. This was the end. Until it wasn’t. “Do you want to live little crane?” She heard him whisper. And as the thrum of life in her ears slowed she found herself biting back, yes.
006. Death suited Ha-Jeong more than life ever had. The Tortoise instilled reverence and indulged her in her desire for knowledge. She wasn’t human, not anymore, but she found taking a step back from life had made the venture all the more fascinating. He left her with teachers and instructors throughout their journies and she attempted to absorb it all.
007. These weren’t the hunters she had seen in her travels. That she had both run from and trained with. These were other night walkers, other undead. The stake bit through the heart of the Tortoise. She knew he was gone before he hit the ground. She was over two centuries old, and death was an old friend in their line of work. They got away.
008. But Death followed, slowly and meticulously. “Only the weak bark,” he had told her. She didn’t bark, she barely breathed. And it was in between breathes she took her revenge. Earned her name.
009. Pirating from afar would not be her style. She would always return to the Sea but she was not a tortoise. She left the boat in the care of a girl that had come to them over the years. The faces changed but the intention was always the same, life had value. Ha-Jeong took off on her own. Revenge satisfied she intended to learn more of the changing world, observe humanity, aid it where she could, but she wasn’t not of it. She had lost that long ago.
010. She had held a gun before but none like the beauties they started making as the century, yet again turned. A far shot, the accuracy only to be improved. Just as deadly from above as she was below. Ha-Jeong thought being ‘sharp shooting’ was a fine art.
011. The world was opening, globalizing, for better or worse. She met another skilled fighter. Indulged her interest, learned his craft. He was a human that outaged herself, a rare thing. In this way he was more a part and seperate from the world than she was. An equal.
012. Decades passed and he started listening to whispers she knew better than to heed. ‘We are not like them, but that does not make us gods.” The Tortoise had said. She was confident she could outmaneuver almost anyone but the whispers of power that came from the legion that did not speak were nothing but trouble.
013. He stopped showing up one day, she didn’t know what had happened. Could only hope he had t fallen into the trap of power that had been laid but she had her own problems at hand. Her home country called to her.
014. The Japanese invasion sparked resistance. She joined the side of the Korean people. The horrors of the early 20th century were unparalleled. Still she always managed to evade capture. Always a breath away from death.
015. The Secound World War ended and she was tainted with the blood of good people, fellows who had deserved better. And yet it never got better. The Japanese had gone but unrest remained.
016. She watched tension and outside forces cannibalize her nation. Saw the worst of humanity. Saw human spirits breaking. She met another friend. Someone who had lungs like hers. They spoke of a clan, a place to belong. A place where causes and human spirits were foreign. It was almost piratry. She had known it once and after decades of trying to fight for a cause and loosing. Her conscious needed a break.
017. She was a form gun for higher. Hiding behind her crosshair. Humans and supernaturals mattered less through a crosshair. She still trained, kept her body agile, was ready for any sort of fight. But she preferred the impersonal.
018. Not them. She couldn’t do it. Wouldn’t do it. Some small nostalgic part of her. This person did not deserve to die. A Shot not Taken.
019. Reardon sent her to Port Leiry. A semi-retirement. She had handed the man at the dock a wad of cash and the sea was hers. She would take her shots for Reardon and return to the docks when she was done. Little did she know, Port Leiry was not the quiet town it had been made out to be.
Wanted Connections
A Pupil- a hunter Ha-Jeong trained, maybe they knew what she was, maybe they only found out later. Either way she was sought out to train this person in the way of killing and killing well. (0/1)
The Shot Not Taken- Recently in her career, for whatever reason, Jeong refused to take out a target and that is why she is now being sent to Port Leiry. (1/1) @killvrinstinct
The one who knew she was of the Sea: Someone from early in Ha-Jeong's immortal life. A human or a witch lover that made her feel more of the ocean than an immortal being. She thinks they died, and was the last mortal lover she seriously took, but maybe something happened. Maybe they still walk among us. (0/1)
Whispers of Reardon: The friend who told her in the aftermath of war to join a clan. Reardon, a clan of crime and purpose. Really open to explore whatever type of relationship that would’ve been to have Ha-Jeong commit to a cause. (0/1)
The Contracted- People she has worked with throughout her line of work. She’s been around since the 50s, you could have run into her anywhere. Even if she was just a breath in the shadow.
The Hunted- Has she taken a shot at you in the past, someone you liked. She’s impersonal but who knows who hired her.
They Who Hire- Need her to do a job. Do away with someone. She operates in coin and for the rare few will be tempted by the human cause.
Humanity Roots- There have been people who have come in and out of Jeong’s life over the years. Lovers, acquaintances, distractions. Some ways to indulge her deep seated humanity.
Sea wanderers- Boat Rental customers and Regulars.
Open to any and all connections just let me know.
