☆ : Would they ever wish upon a falling star? If so, what would they wish?
She thinks its silly, but deep down, she would wish - don’t we all? More than anything, she would wish for answers. Her life is not her own so long as it’s dictated by the mysteries her parents left behind, and she will never be able to rest peacefully till all her questions are answered. She searches tirelessly for the truth, and so before anything else, she would wish for that.
☾ : On a sleepless night, what would they be found doing?
Working, maybe, if she was pursuing a new lead, she’d try her best to dig around and see what information she can find that will help her.
But if that’s not an option at the time, she’d be reading. It helps calm her nerves.
♡ : Is there a certain scent that brings about nostalgia? If so, describe a memory this scent brings back.
Difficult as it is to describe; heat.
It brings back memories of her life in California, before everything went to shit, before she began questioning the truth about her parents’ lives, when she still had both parents.
The smell of baking asphalt, fresh cut grass, creamsicles and strangely wet dog fur. Her neighbor had very, very friendly golden retriever, and Jisoo would often spend her afternoons playing with them and the owner’s kids as if the dog were her own.
saying that there’s lightness for every darkness makes everything sound optimistic, so no, min doesn’t believe in that. he’s a realist, or more of a pessimist really, and if you ask him anything philosophical, he’ll scoff and tell you to get lost. truth is, he doesn’t believe that hoping for the best, or simply hoping will do him any good. if something shitty happens it happens, there isn’t good in the world to save people in bad times, nor there is any higher power for him. if it’s bad, it’s bad, and if it’s good, it’s good. he internalizes in his head without anyone realizing, and he’ll fix it if he can. and if it isn’t something he can fix… there’s always alcohol and some pills for that.
he’ll say no if you ask him, but a part of him still might, depending on how not himself he is. a rational, sober min wouldn’t believe in something as simple as a wish ( as said above, he doesn’t believe in higher good ) — but if it’s an emotionally compromised and drunk min, he will wish for everything to settle, that the people he loves will finally get the happiness they deserve. then he’ll swear at himself and go to his computer to fuck up whoever he thinks might be responsible for that.
it happens rarely, very rarely, but if he calls someone in time of need ( which he absolutely hates doing ), it means he trusts them completely. his familiar insults directed at everyone will be more… affectionate to these people, no bite behind them at all. normally they’re meant to degrade or at least upset the other, but he won’t be able to do that with people he likes. trust takes a lot more than that, and the only way someone will know min trusts them is whether he calls them about something they can help with. and even talking a bit about his past ( the non-dangerous parts ) is also an indication enough.
JIN WEI, ALSO KNOWN AS SERPENTINE, WAS LAST SEEN IN SEOUL, SK.
CURRENT PROFESSION: KINGSMAN AGENT [ ADVISOR ]
THE FOLLOWING DETAILS ARE CLASSIFIED. PROCEED?
PERSONALITY
at first glance, anyone would judge him to be dangerous, walking the wrong side of the road, with his hands in plenty of questionable endeavours. his heavily tattooed and scarred exterior does nothing to contradict such belief. nor do his love for leather jackets and heavy duty motorcycles.
but once he interacts with people, all of that becomes almost invisible. wei as a person is kind, soft-spoken, gentle. he’s got honest eyes and a genuine way of treating people that seems to naturally convince everyone of his sincerity. he never judges a book by its cover, allowing people to make their own impression on him. there is a certain serenity about him that tends to put most people at ease, although some people end up being incredibly irked by it instead.
he is dedicated to his craft, precise and almost bordering obsessive when it comes to properly classifying and ordening things - but does not require others to be as meticulous as he himself is. when it comes to following orders he is very precise and tends to not stray far from what is asked of him.
BIOGRAPHY
when he’s young he’s got nothing. the food he eats is mostly what he can scavenge from other people’s leftovers, and the clothes on his back are the hand-me-downs from people across town who take pity on him. not that he doesn’t have parents, they just don’t have the means to provide for him properly. so he learns to socialise with everyone he comes across, learns to make people like him and to listen to their stories. many old people are dying for someone to just listen to all their stories, after all - and plenty of them are willing to pay for his ear with tea and snacks.
as he grows up, he loses his father and follows his mother into the abyss. he starts walking the wrong side of the road, makes the wrong kind of friends and ends up in the wrong kind of situations. the life teaches him how to pick a fight, how to throw a punch, how to shoot a gun and most importantly how to not get killed. he gets introduced to the wrong type of people, but never forgets what his earlier life has taught him and decides to use this skill in the new environment all the same.
he becomes good at it, really good. people trust him, his shy smiles, his innocent stance. he learns how to use his looks to his advantage and how to turn into anything he needs to be. by age eighteen he’s taking up jobs from all kinds of people, infiltrating businesses and organisations to gain information for others, to plant false leads or even to sabotage them. no one ever knows who he is, even when they’re looking out for a mole in the ranks. his skills become highly sought after, but feared at the same time.
a little over a year after he starts, he decides it’s time to move, in order to not risk his face becoming too widely known, or any of his former customers trying to take him out. he brings his mother with him and simply moves his business to the next big city they end up in. shanghai bristles with activity, and with people who don’t know him at all. once again he finds himself all the right jobs to earn a lot of money quickly, and in a city that big, it is much easier not to get recognised.
he grows, gains a few tattoos, gets himself a fake name and never shows his face to customers anymore, to make sure no trails lead back to who he really is; to the mother he keeps safe at home, trying his best to allow her to have a good, normal life. luckily nobody suspects it’s him either. nobody expects the young man with the kind smile who always buys some food for the orphanage down the street to be anything other than what he proclaims to be.
one particular day, he’s twenty by then, he meets up with a potential new customer who’s all smooth edges and glaring contradictions. it takes him all of twenty minutes to figure out that the man’s just putting on an act and doesn’t actually belong within his system. he manages to put a gun against the guy’s head somehow, but is fairly certain he will most likely die in the next five minutes. instead, he is rewarded with an offer to join a training program for a high level, well-paying organisation.
he’s not stupid. he realises a big, international organisation has much more capability to keep him safe from the downsides of his job - and that if he refuses they might kill him after all - so he accepts. he’s hauled off to south korea, to start his training. in the following year, he learns how to properly shoot a gun, how to lay a trap, how to use grenades, and snipers, and parachutes. he learns that some people are never to be trusted and learns to see it in their faces before they even speak a word. by the time he is told to shoot his dog, he’s learned so much he wonders if it was a good idea to join their ranks after all.
but as he is accepted into the organisation and put to work, they allow him to go back to what he’s most comfortable with. he becomes an infiltration specialist, using his old skills in a new, much more widely spread world. what follows is several long years of active duty, years he spends doing a proper job and trying to have the least amount of trouble happen as he can.
eventually he becomes too well-known, his tattooed exterior a little too much of a tell-tale sign. or maybe it’s because of the bombing that happens and the main advisor transfering back to where she came from. whatever the reason, they decide to put his skills to a new, more administrative use to lessen the load on the leftover few advisors.
from there on out, he is supposed to be one of those who give the introduction speech to the trainees and who process any following paperwork that has to do with them. he is one of those who assigns agents to the missions according to which one of them is the most skilled. occasionally he will even have to oversee certain missions and act as the agent’s handler as they go. he doesn’t know if it’s really his cup of tea, but is not likely to go against a direct order from his superiors.
