I love men. I crave the love of a man who’s strong, handsome, smart and kind. There’s one thing that I don’t like about men and about people in general…
before she learned to properly sort her emotions, inhyeon had learned the subtle and delicate weight of a gun in her hands. she had been quite small for her age, a head lower than her peers and at 10 years old she would grow hardly any bigger before settling at her small height. yet the feeling of the gun in her hand had caused her heart to race furiously in her ears until the symphony of it had drowned out even the instructors words. garnet eyes had been glued to the delicate and deadly piece of metal without knowing it would soon become an extension of her arm.
the soft, pliable girl that had gone into that academy against her will and with the death of her parents still fresh in her mind and wet in her tears had grown into a calculating, dangerous woman. guns no longer frightened her, rather they became tools necessary to carve her own future. still, she had never forgotten the first taste of death at the hands of a barrel and had committed the feeling of it to memory so that every time she pulled the trigger thereafter would be loaded with the knowledge that she had the intent to kill.
yet there are only memories that she keeps to herself; never a thing she had spoken in front of her companion as they worked side by side to set up the sleeky ebony sniper rifle in the correct position. it was an easy task, one that hardly needed two of them but she took every opportunity it was to spend time with the younger boy. he had grown close to her heart, stirring the emotions within until she had practically adopted him into her family tree. she was sure her parents wouldn’t mind, it was severely lacking any living members as it was.
yet whenever she got to spend time with him on a job, it was never a boring affair. such as now when slender fingers hesitate for a moment, stopping all together as she sets up the tripod and casts a glance to him with quizzical eyes. “what happened?” she asks for clarification though she had certainly heard him before. she was merely curious to hear him say it again, wondering if it was an accident.
decades have blurred together like a train speeding through the scenic countryside. the colors have all blurred together and conditioned eyes can barely pick out the colors besides the rush of overwhelming green. perhaps at one point there were blurs of brown and the curl of powder blue but she can hardly differentiate them. why? because the elegant woman paid attention to few things not directly related to he job. people became murmurs in the back of her memories, feelings melted through her fingers like water out of an oasis, and she was left knowing what happened but caring little about the details.
one person always stood out in her mind.
the dragonblood had been a consistent patron throughout her time as an assassin. he had trusted her with sensitive, confidential tasks and had passed the hefty weight of her fees with little care for where the money went once it was contained in blood-red manicured hands. their partnership had been one of mutual trust, of delivered results and constant backing until something akin to friendship blossomed between them. it was an odd emotion to the elf but she had grown to appreciate the different flavor that he brought to her vast, stagnant life.
she could even say that she cared deeply for him -- was it not obvious by how she had taken his help in joining the Night Bloods? it was not out of loyalty to the mission of the gang but it was for the protection that he brought and here she had stayed for another decade of an unendingly long life. there were moment where she deeply appreciated his presence and there were moments where she would disappear without word only to come back weeks later knowing nothing had changed.....but at this moment?
her disgust is not feigned in the subtle curl of her lips directed at no other than the ravenette not so far from her side. the rise of her irritation has been astronomical but she hardly finds surprise in the matter; if anyone could cause her frozen blood to boil over it would be yongtae. her friend. her confident. her irritant. “I would say I was surprised but you’ve got quite the audacity for a man your size.” she insults, voice iced and cold as garnet orbs look over him from head to toe in a slow, appraising gaze. her nose wrinkling as if she is not pleased with what she has seen. “are you getting stupid in your old age, youtube?”
hello everyone! my name is summer and I am super excited to be apart of this roleplay with everyone. i am bringing you inhyeon aka scarlet, the hitwoman for the night bloods. she’s got an old timey way of talking and absolutely thinks that she is better than you. she’s a sharp shooter and can cut to the bone with her words alone but she’s not all bad, at least if you’re close to her. I don’t have her plots page done just yet (it’s in the process) but you can find her dossier and her background if you want to get a better understanding of who she is.
the cut is the shortened version of her history if you don’t feel like reading a lot as well as some of the most bare bones plot you have ever seen. anyway, I’m looking forward to writing with each and every single one of you and if you’re interested in getting some connections / plots with me and my little elf, feel free to like this post and I’ll come to you.
BACKGROUND
tw: blood, murder, abuse, gang shit
so her parents were actually murdered when she was about 10 or so and she was taken by an unknown vampire into an organization where they basically threw her and 19 others together to learn how to be assassins
she learned really quickly not to distinguish herself to her peers and was just mediocre at everything so as to not draw attention to herself because when she was 20 they were all basically told that they would have a huge fight to the death melee and the lone survivor would move on (cause you know everyone else was dead)
basically it was everyones mistake to write her off cause she murdered as many as she could in cold blood and was ultimately the only survivor of her class as she had intended all along
from there she basically worked for this organization and quickly became their top assassin. she had a hand in a number of p.olitical assassinations over her long life so far but also just in general.
about 10 years ago she got her revenge by killing her mentor, all the heads, and anyone important in her organization for what they inflicted on her and afterwards using a contant with the night bloods she joined their ranks as a hitman.
now she just does her job but she has no real loyalty to her gang, their reputation and protection was of use to her and thats why she joined at all. she could care less about it, the other gangs, or anything in it because in her mind it doesn’t really pertain to her. she just plays a good girl.
INHYEON AKA SCARLET
so as stated before, she is a mything elf or a high elf so she’s stop traffic in the daylight white, has bloody garnet eyes, and her hair is a pretty lavender so you can clock her species like pretty obviously. she is very small though, stands at about 4′11 (150ish cm)
she has a tendency to observe the weakness of everyone and everything around her just in case she needs to use it for whatever reason. her life as an assassin taught her to always be stronger than her opponents and to her thats....almost everyone.
she absolutely thinks she’s better than everyone based purely on the fact that she is a mythical elf and also because she has a strong skillset that she relies on (liam neeson from taken anyone?) and she can be dismissive if she thinks she has no need for you
however despite that she can be charming and elegant as well because half of her skill set is being beautiful and charismatic to get people to lower their guards. it just depends on if she thinks that it will work in her favor or not.
she is fiercely loyal to those that she sees value and friendship in. like go to the end of the worlds to protect you, kill all who oppose you, happy to fuck someone up if they look at you wrong fierce. there are very few bonds she cherishes and when she does? well, lets just say your enemy is her enemy.
POTENTIAL PLOTS
honestly without going into detail because I can’t and I’m stupid:
female best friend / male best friend
rivals
first love
crushes (of any kind)
fwb
enemies with benefits
just anything antagonistic ever, honestly
someone she’s adopted as her psuedo-child
someone she’s adopted as her pseudo-siblings
someone who on sight means on sight
someone on her payroll (helps her out of things)
someone who knew her prior to her joining the gang as an assassin
jbbartram-illu
jacobvanloon
annaxmalina
theartofmadeline
turnnoffyourmind
discoholicmusic
