#mi:hydrus

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PROFILE LOADED • • • 《 WOO DOHWAN 》

“On the surface, WOO DOHWAN is a twenty-six-year-old EXECUTIVE VICE PRESIDENT. Dig a little deeper and you’ll discover that he’s also a HITMAN and SOLDIER that goes by the alias GRIM. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.”

《 WHO ARE YOU? 》

Heavy breathing echoed throughout the foggy night, when a man run through deserted back alleys that were sparely illuminated. In panic he threw his head around to have a look at the area behind him. He seemed to have shaken off his pursurer, so he let out a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace. One more glance back gave him the feeling of safety. As he turned his head back to the front, a man dressed in black had appeared from the shadows. The fugitive stumbled back, shaking in fear upon meeting the piercing gaze. The tall, broad build was menacing, and he gave off a cold, unpleasant vibe. “Who are y-you?” The man on the ground stammered in fear, eyes widened, when the hands grabbed him by the collar, lifting him up into the air with ease. “They call me GRIM. And I am here to destroy you.”

《 HOW DID YOU GET HERE? 》

Dohwan took off the gloves, as he looked at the squirming man underneath him. He put a cigarette between his lips and lit it. Taking a deep breath, he blew the smoke into his victim’s face. “Congratulations, you were my first job here.” After taking over some businesses in Seoul for his parents, they had sent him to Myeongcho Island in the end, with the intention to strengthen Hydrus with his manpower. From now on he would stay here, serving under The Tormentors.

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PROFILE LOADED • • • 《 HEO HYUNJOON 》

“On the surface, HEO HYUNJOON is a nineteen-year-old UNIVERSITY STUDENT. Dig a little deeper and you’ll discover that he’s also a SOLDIER that goes by the alias COBRA. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.”

TW MURDER, CHILD ABUSE

《 WHO ARE YOU? 》

The second best. The youngest. The disappointment.

A boy who was raised all his life to be someone he didn’t want to be. To his parents he was simply clay to be moved and shifted around into anything they wanted, changing him and making him into their art to put on display for all to see. But he never was, there was always something wrong with him no matter how much they tried to change him. He was always in the shadow of his older sibling, and honestly, that was where he had always preferred to be.

The boy always felt as though he would never live up to his parents highly held expectations of him. It never felt right to follow what they wanted from him. Ever since he was a baby they had his whole future planned out and it was a path he was always hesitant to travel. Regardless of what his parents wanted, what they constantly told him he needed to do, he tried to change his future. Behind their backs he would rebel, fearful of what would happen if he were to be found out. What punishment might befall him and what shame he might bring.

Still now he is scared of what might happen. He might have grown from his childhood, grown a tough outer shell which he needed to survive in this environment, but on the inside the scared child still lingers. The fear of disappointing his parents, the gang he was forced into. Scared of what would happen to his future if he was found by the MPD, if he screwed up one more time and they simply decided that he was better off dead than alive. But he keeps his mouth shut, his head down, losing himself in his textbooks and simply trying to forget the background from whence he came. It was where he has always felt comfort, in all those letters and numbers, burying himself in his textbooks in the solace of his own room, not having to think about what he might have to do once the sun set.

Maybe someday he will grow the balls to tell his parents what he really feels. Tell them that he didn’t want the blood on his hands, wanted to build a proper future. He didn’t want to be a mindless soldier for a gang he didn’t care about. But, for now, he remains quiet about his feelings, keeping his head down and trying to pretend that when he wakes up every morning he is just a normal teenager from a normal family, using the years and years of training to keep emotionless and uncaring.

But deep down he knows that will never be true.

《 HOW DID YOU GET HERE? 》

A boy born in the shadow of another and set on a path before he was ever old enough to realize what that meant. He never had his own future in his hands, even before he could walk everything was decided for him. What he would do and where he would end up. And Lord forbid if he had any ideas of going out on his own. With other boys his age were being taught how to ride a bike or catch a ball, he was being taught how to assemble and fire a gun. But it was never good enough, no matter what he did or how hard he tried, something always went wrong.

At first he was let off, he was only a young boy, he was still learning and he would get it. But he never did, constantly getting something wrong no matter what he did or how hard he tried. His parents never accepted him, calling him a failure, a tarnish on the family name, that he should be more like his sibling. That he was going to get this drilled into his head or there would be trouble.

School seemed to be the only thing he was good at. He thrived in the classroom, eagerly leaning everything he could and pulling in all sorts of information. At first, he thought it would make up for things, he was making good headway and had his sights on the top schools in the country. But it wasn’t to be, his parents didn’t want a smart son, they wanted a son who could be turned into the perfect killing machine. Just like they were.

They started trying to train him harder, almost making him work to the bone until he was perfect. But the boy knew he would never be good enough for them, and he didn’t want to anymore. When the day was over and the moon was high in the sky, he would retreat into his room and study, pouring himself over his school books and eagerly absorbing everything he could from them. Most days he was tired, barely getting to sleep until the early hours of the morning. But he didn’t mind, it kept his brain alive and he still had hope that maybe one day, when he was older, he would be able to get away from this place. Carve his own path and do what he wanted for a change.

The boy was only fourteen when he officially made his first kill. The memory still haunts him to this day, the shaking fingers around the trigger, the heartbeat roaring in his ears under his father’s watchful gaze just to make sure he didn’t mess up, the tears spilling from his eyes as he tried to get out it. He didn’t want to kill another, but he was left with no choice, his own father threatening to shoot him instead if he didn’t.

From that moment on he knew he would never be what his parents wanted him to be.

So, he made a start of trying to get away from it all. He buckled down harder in school, paid less attention to the aggressive teaching methods his parents were putting him through and just focusing on his chance of getting away from it all. And he almost managed it. When it came to picking a university he applied to SNU, even managed to get himself an interview and took himself there in secret. When the acceptance letter came in the mail, he was overjoyed. This was really it, his chance to get away from his awful parents and Hydrus and even his better sibling. But it was just not to be, his parents found out he was trying to escape and quickly put a stop to everything. They beat their own son within an inch of his life, cursing him to hell and back for trying to run away.

He was sure they almost killed him that night, but he was kept alive. But his dreams of going to SNU were well and truly over, the letter was ripped to shreds and the very next day, he was fully inducted into Hydrus. He was to be a solider whether he wanted to be or not. This was to be his home and he was never going to escape. They would find him if he even tried

Since then nothing has gone right for him. He’s stumbled at every hurdle, bringing shame with every step and causing trouble for those who had to go and fix the messes he makes. His degree study is all he has to stop himself from going completely insane. While it does not please his parents, they allowed him to enrol in the local University, is only because they could continue to keep an eye on him and they knew he couldn’t get away from them.

This is the position he still finds himself in. By day, Hyunjoon, nineteen years old, younger brother and a diligent student studying Bioengineering. By night he’s Cobra, one of the worst soldiers Hydrus has ever seen. A soldier on the very end of his rope who knows it’s just a matter of time before it snaps.

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PROFILE LOADED • • • 《 SONG HYERIN 》

“On the surface, SONG HYERIN is a twenty-one-year-old UNIVERSITY STUDENT and PART-TIME COFFEE SHOP EMPLOYEE. Dig a little deeper and you’ll discover that she’s also a STREET RACER and GETAWAY DRIVER that goes by the alias PHANTOM. Her allegiance lies with HYDRUS.”

TW PARENTAL DEATH, MURDER

《 WHO ARE YOU? 》

many say she’s an enigma, she dares not correct them. she is a mystery, in the simplest of senses; she is a girl with too much fire for the kind of kindling that burns within her, the kind that only pyromaniacs can handle, as she’ll singe their fingers with not a hint of remorse. and yet, she is cold. cold, cold, cold to the bone, with ice lacing her marrow, tongue barbed with icicles that spreads the kind of terror that keeps the children in their beds. 

and yet, she is but a child.

bitter and jaded, she has the kind of temperament that is exhausting to be around, but rewarding to break through. the simple shell she keeps encased around herself is but a farce to keep the superficial at the surface, and those who bother to break through, heroes. despite this, stupidity is what she is not; no, she will take her throne with high keen and intelligence. student by day, street racer by night, song hyerin is hydrus’ shining star under the guise of phantom, the street racer whose identity is but a well-placed mask and the whispers amongst others. 

《 HOW DID YOU GET HERE? 》

ignite. 

her life starts off at the fast tracks; she’s born into the world under a golden umbrella that keeps the acid rain from curling into the wrong veins, from tainting the angel of a child who’s supposed to be one of the greatest heirs to the largest vehicle import company in korea. song hyerin, the third and gilded child, is a princess to say the least, flanked by equally royal siblings and the pristine parents to match. it’s all picture-perfect - she finalizes the stability of the family line snapped and distributed in tabloids and gossip magazines of their time, with stars in her eyes and heady in her smile.  

she stays cherished even as she’s growing up, practically spoon-fed into being the spoiled child who knows to tilt and grin when there are cameras shoved into her face, who is dubbed as ‘far too intelligent’ with such a face as hers; yes, hyerin is loved, adored, and everything in between. 

( and it stays so for a while. ) 

things start to pick up in her life pace-wise when she’s in the middle of high school, where public school is an actual conformity she must mold herself into after years of private tutors and personal lessons. there are more talks of including her in the politics of family business, though both her parents and siblings know all too well that hyerin has no interest in the economic factors at all - no, she’s always been more interested in what their company trades, which are all the luxury cars distributed around the country at their expenses. and so her first one is hand-picked by her father on her sixteenth birthday, and thus begins the initial callings of a lifetime. 

a heart left on the same tracks she was practically born on; the feeling of the gas resting on her feet - hyerin easily learns of her passion for racing and the thrill that comes with it at a young age. 

shift. 

eighteen years young, the princess of the song line is ever-beautiful in her prime as she graduates - with highest honors, what else! - along with a successful career fastened under her belt in her parents’ company. of course, it isn’t the job they’d initially planned for her, but a test driver is necessary in a company such as theirs, and who better to put their absolute trust in than their own daughter? 

yes, hyerin’s life is perfect, an absolute dream come true. 

( alas, the poor, poor princess never knew when to glance outside her tower. ) 

gear. 

a bucket of cold water - reality at its finest, hits her as soon as she turns twenty - her birthday into the family company doing what she loves and understands most. 

they call it assassination, she dubs it murder, and the day her mother is stripped from her is the day her heart simply stops feeling. 

her funeral is simple - too simple - and hyerin can’t possibly be bothered to listen to the false testimonies too many unknown people bear as they stroke her hair to croon that everything will be okay on the dawn of new years’, a fresh start to reopen the aching reminder that she’s unable to achieve her mother’s warmth ever again. 

( a sad flame flickers in her mind, and yet she extinguishes it with nothing more than a blink. ) 

set. 

unlike the rest of her family, hyerin has always been a lousy pretender, and in the face of the media a few weeks after the funeral, she breaks. a mere prod of tender wounds had her snapping and turning on the reporter immediately, a fist raised and poised to strike. 

she never actually hit him anyways, but the deed is done. headlines reek of her name and the picture that had circulated quicker than wildfire, and she is the pile of ashes left at the end of it.  

at the end of the month, her father pastes a plane ticket and a credit card in her hand and tells her to leave, how her mother wouldn’t want her to act like this; her mother truly must believe she is a disgrace! 

if only she could tell him the same. 

drive. 

myeongcho is where she lands, the island full of misfits should be right where she fits at home, right? it’s a new life, one she welcomes, and the princess buys herself out of loneliness. new cars, new school, a new home — all are at her disposal, since her father hardly ever recognized the money being drained out of her account at every hefty buy, she wonders if he still cares about her at all. 

her newest alliance is the best decision she’s made thus far however; hydrus welcomes the girl with open arms when she edges out the “stupid feminists” with a drift that her mother had taught her, and she has power back on her side; satisfaction is all she’s missing. 

she learns quickly — she’s always learned quickly — and though this place isn’t where she spent most of her life already, she’s willing to accept and learn, and it’s not difficult to make a name for yourself when one is already a prodigy in and of itself - myeongcho has the same track as the mainland, and phantom simply learns to gas it once more. 

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PROFILE LOADED • • • 《 SEBASTIAN PARK 》

“On the surface, SEBASTIAN PARK is a nineteen-year-old STUDENT and CAM BOY. Dig a little deeper and you’ll discover that he’s also a HITMAN that goes by the alias MAMBA. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.”

TW GUNS, KNIVES, POISON

《 WHO ARE YOU? 》

Sebastian is the second child and only son of the Park family. And god, does the title of second weigh down on him like a ball and chain. It’s not that he’s mediocre. It’s just impossible to live up to the standards that his older sister sets. She’s perfect in every single way, almost inhumanly so. Their father is the Don of one of the largest Korean gangs in America. They live in a large Brownstone in Manhattan, far away from the chaos their father’s criminal create in the streets. But there father never tried to hide his business from them. He wanted to groom them into the perfect little successors. His older sister was the perfect Don. Intelligent, confident, good with a knife and a gun and whatever weapon you put in her hand. She was top of their class in their elite private school and a professional-level chess player. Sebastian was good too, but not Godlike. A gun has always felt heavy in his hands, but he could wield a knife like it was an extension of himself. He wasn’t a leader, but he was a liar- charismatic and charming until his knife was buried in your back. He was one of the top students in his class, but never the top. He was a skilled piano player, but never competition-worthy.

It spawns an insecurity that buries deep within his bones. His parents love him, he knows it, but he can also see the gleam in their eyes when they look at his older sister. She will always be the center of their world, and he’s the lone moon that orbits around her. But he could never resent his sister for how he’s treated compared to him. Because he may be a lowly moon, but he is her moon, and she cares for him fiercely. Maybe it’s because she can’t objectively see the miles that span between their skills, so she treats him like her precious only brother. She looks after him in a way that not even their parents do. So he loves his sister, and can never lash out at her with the darkness that grows within. So he turns to other means. When he’s eighteen he finds himself setting up his webcam and streaming on a camming website. He doesn’t need the money, of course not. But he loves the validation that comes with it. He’s the only one on the screen, the center of attention, the object of affection. It makes him feel powerful and seen in a way he’s never felt before.

《 HOW DID YOU GET HERE? 》

Like most things, it starts by following his sister. She moves to Seoul for university, so he moves to Seoul for university. He studies finance, because it’s what his father wants. He needs to be the perfect back-up if anything ever happens to his sister and she can’t lead anymore. So he goes, and his sister finishes college and moves to a tiny island to join some girl gang he’s never heard of. So he follows again, transferring to the university at Myeongcho and getting his own little apartment. The camming money means he has more to splurge, an income no one else but his sister knows about in the family. It’s a comfortable life. Until he’s approached by one of the higher up’s from Hydrus. They know about their family of course, a big name in America. They couldn’t get to his older sister before she moved here, but Sebastian’s used to being a second choice. But in Hydrus he couldn’t constantly be compared to his sister, because she’d be the enemy. So he joins.

With the training he’s done throughout his childhood, Sebastian slips into the role of hitman easily. But being a hitman means he gets to plan his hits, take them out in the way he wants. So his weapon of choice becomes poison. It’s an effective tool. Less clean up afterwards, plenty of ways to inflict it on the victim, a high guarantee of success depending on how strong the substance is. It becomes his signature, fitting of a snake. Deadly and fast-striking but also hiding in the shadows, waiting to strike. If Sebastian does decide to take someone out with weapons, he likes the flare of dramatics too. His blades are usually coated in a toxic substance, so that even if the blow itself doesn’t kill them, the toxins in their bloodstream surely will.

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BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, JANG HYUNSEUNG .

He was born on SEPTEMBER 3RD, 1994 as JANG HYUNSEUNG, but you might know him as SCAR. This twenty-five-year-old is MEDICAL PERSONNEL and a BARTENDER at SIMPLY X. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.

TW ABANDONMENT, BLOOD MENTION

WHO ARE YOU?

“Who Am I?” he smirked sarcastically leaning against the chair. Hyunseung got tangled up at the wrong crowd. He was raised to fight with hi. He knew he couldn’t leave the messed-up life that he had ,but he knew what he can do to change it. He decided to put his fist and weapons down. “ If you really are that curious find out yourself.”

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

He was abandoned by his parents when he was young a boy. Hyunseung was approached by a young man and that man was a part of Hydrus. He took him under his wing thinking he would have a life that was normal, but he thought wrong.

“ I guess I walked right into it. “ he lets out a small smile crossing his arms as he continues to lean back against the chair. Days felt like longer as he was forced to stay in the room. He was getting tired of the same usual questions, but of course he wouldn’t budge. After all that’s what he was taught. He looks around the room with only a small smile across his expression. “ You know you could make the rooms a bit more cozy, a little bit more welcoming. The blood scattered across the floor doesn’t really help. “  

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BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, DO KIYOUNG .

He was born on JANUARY 19TH, 1993 as DO KIYOUNG, but you might know him as HUNTER. This twenty-seven-year-old is a UNDERCOVER HACKER in HYDRUS. His allegiance lies with MYEONGCHO POLICE DEPARTMENT.

TW FAMILIAL DEATH, MURDER, BLOOD

WHO ARE YOU?

My name is Do Kiyoung, an undercover officer of the Myeongcho Police Department. I was born with an inherent desire for justice and it is my goal to protect innocent people of this city from the supposed Big Five.

Those who know me would describe my positive traits as calm, patient and courageous. People may believe that I am quiet, but in reality, I just prefer to listen because a lot of useful information slip from unzipped lips and I need to be there to catch them. I am patient in terms of waiting for opportunities - I will not strike unless I believe there is a high level of success. Once I believe the opportunity is there, however, I will take my chance and take risks as needed.

Independent to a fault, I can seem unapproachable to people, even my own teammates. I’ve not hated anyone until the death of my sister but now that hatred has lit its fire in my chest, I fear nothing would put it out except for the blood of her murderer. I hope this personal vendetta will not make me lose sight of my main objective, which is to protect and heal, not to kill. I will always be MDP’s Kiyoung, even if I must live the next years of my life as Hydrus’ Hunter.

To lower people’s guard, I try to take on a harmless persona in Hydrus. A little inexperienced with gangs but gifted at what I do and very eager to please. I push myself out of my natural cold shell so I’d be able to converse with more people and see what information I can gather for MDP.

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

I was born to a middle class family in Seoul. I was the type of kid that stood up to bullies, even though I was not physically imposing. This sort of personality got me into a lot of trouble and I was beaten up a lot during my earlier days by people who didn’t like being challenged. Then, I’ve joined the policing force and originally wanted to go into forensics due to my father’s career and the knowledge he’d passed onto me. However, an opportunity came and the words ‘undercover officer’ was passed to my ears.

My sister, who was an undercover cop, was murdered after her identity was exposed. Her sacrifice prevented some large scaled event that I was not given details on and while we are proud of her, her death also devastated us all. She died approximately six to seven years ago and I intend to infiltrate the same gang she was in before. It is a risk, I know, but a part of me wants more than to just destroy the gang that took her away from us from within. I guess what I want is to find her actual killer and make sure they suffer for their crime.

I’ve joined Hydrus two years ago. I’ve gotten myself a mentor in the gang to help me with my inexperience and played the part of a kid who’s really desperate for money, great as a hacker but slightly cowardly. My small statue helps me play my role and so far, I don’t think people suspect there to be strength in these hands of mine. Last year, I did a few tasks for the police department and to keep myself from getting discovered, I laid low for the reminder of it.

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BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, KIM JAEHYUN .

He was born on JANUARY 6TH, 1994 as KIM JAEHYUN, but you might know him as CROWN. This twenty-six-year-old is a HITMAN, HACKER and OWNER of MOONWALKERS. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.

TW MURDER, PARENTAL DEATH, DRUGS, CHILD ABUSE

WHO ARE YOU?

The question makes jaehyun grimace, almost making him want to look at his rollex to see if he could find something better to do. Anything better to do than answer these stupid questions. “I am kim jaehyun, owner of moonwalkers, sometimes I chill at the bar and make drinks.” he says with a shrug, arms folding over his chest as he pauses for a few seconds. “I’m in hydrus, well, been there pretty much all my life. Not much of a story to it.” jaehyun explains, lips pursing as he thinks about how everything had changed for him since he landed in the gang. He learned a lot of things, while there. “I guess I get my hands dirty, do King’s dirty work. Don’t really mind it. Pay is good, reputation is good, life is good. Not a day passes by without something interesting happening, or experiencing something new.” he explains, already not knowing what to say anymore. There was only so much he could say, so much he give away. “maybe crown rings a bell. Maybe it doesn’t, and that could be for the better.” jaehyun finally replies, gummy smile on display.

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

“how did I get here? I never left.” he replies with a laugh, biting at his tongue as he thinks of where to start. Jaehyun was never a man of many words, it was never his thing. Neither was killing, but here he was. Killing for a living, and managing moonwalkers in order to have a decent living. “I never really had the option to be where I am now. I was thrown into it. Father and mother were drug addicts. Some days they were abusive, some they didn’t show home. Thrilling really. If I remember correctly, my mum was thief for Hydrus, my dad… drug runner.” he’s pretty calm when talking, there was nothing to hide afterall. So many people had been his face, sometimes fine, sometimes beaten up. Jaehyun was just here to get this over with. The faster, the better.

“I was sixteen when I killed my father. No one really cared at that point. Mother was no where to be seen, she could have been dead for all I knew, and I personally had had enough of the fucking abuse I had to deal with.” he says with a bitter laugh, rolling his eyes “I don’t regret I turned into a murder, it pays good. Killing him was.. Pretty violent, I won’t lie. It was messy, bloody and painful for me because he tried to fight back.” jaehyun shrugs soon after, thinking for a second or two “I think soon after that, Hydrus saw some potential in me to be more than just drug runner, so I was pulled to the side and was taught how to kill. I’m pretty good at it. Take it as you want, it’s a fact. I’m not proud of where I am, but it is what it is.” there is a smile on his lips but it doesn’t reach his lips, instead he switches to a different time of his life.

“when I was 21, I was able to open a bar, moonwalkers. So much stuff happens there, its funny. Anyway, I had enough money by the time, four years of hard work, the little money my parents had left, it was invested in that bar, that, funny enough, is still working, even after half a decade.” jaehyun laughs, gummy smile on display as he shifts in his chair “I never thought that was possible, but here I am, killing people and making sure that thing runs smoothly for a killing. Am I proud of myself? Heck yeah, look where I came from, look where I am now.” he lifts his right hand, showing off his Rolex.

“you win some, you lose some. Right now, I’m fucking winning.”

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BE CAREFUL OUT THERE, SAMUEL SAITO .

He was born on APRIL 5TH, 1991 as SAMUEL SAITO, but you might know him as RYUU. This twenty-eight-year-old is a HITMAN and TRAVELLING STREET VENDOR. His allegiance lies with HYDRUS.

WHO ARE YOU?

Samuel sits down on the chair, a ruffle of his hair. His white towel is slung over his shoulder as he wears a fitted black shirt, black pants and red apron around his waist. With a warm smile, he introduces himself, “My name is Samuel Saito, and I’m 28 years old– 29, actually, because of the Korean age system. I’m a travelling street vendor, and I make noodles for a living. I do both Korean and Japanese noodles, so if you see me, feel free to stop me for a bowl!”

HOW DID YOU GET HERE?

The question makes him blink, wondering if he just answered it with his introduction. “Do you mean how did I get to this interview or something else…? My last name’s Japanese, but my mom’s Korean, so I came to see her hometown, if that makes sense?” It’s an easy lie for him, the way it rolls out without allowing his other half to speak, but the word floats in his mind either way and he doesn’t allow it to phase him on the surface.