☫jang dahye - Roleplay Republic

Description

j a n g d a h y e .

" Off top, get money all day Can't see your face, cause the paper in the way. "

about me Ever since dahye was little, she took interest in things like sling shots, first person shooting games, archery, darts, and off the likes simply because she had a good aim. her mother being deceased and her father became an alcoholic . Afterwards left her and her older brother by a few years under a large amount of debt ever since she was six years old. running around from city to city, escaping the loan sharks every single time at some point became such a hassle. One day they were caught by the police and was forced under an adoption center for being underaged without any parent or guardian, which both her and her brother did not like. As she grew up she would escape at night to participate in underground clubs, partying, winning prizes from rap battles, being known not as dahye, but under the name heize, it was a life that she adored. one day they managed to break out of the adoption center, the facility she despised, but later stumbled upon a small local restaurant owned by a man in his mid-thirties who let them stay for a while, took care of her and her older brother as his children, finally a person who stood up as their father figure. soon they had to leave at one point before they getting tracked down once more. The loan sharks eventually got her brother, the person she was with through her journey, the person she looked up to. Dead, shot in the head as they triedto flee from the said restaurant. and you may ask why dahye was still alive today, surprisingly the owner of the restaurant was an undercover cop who was working on their case, not knowing that the pair of siblings were the same ones in his case. Getting back up and taking dahye under his wing, adopted her as his own daughter, she had a home. then they realized the potential she had with her sharp shooting skills. being under the case under a high positioned cop had her under surveillance 24/7, which she was annoyed at first but eventually understood why. time lapsed by and she took her study on weapons seriously, she would hang out by different shooting ranges quite often. also from participating in night clubs, to becoming a host, eventually becoming an underground dj with her reputation. life was good until one day, her now father, the restaurant owner died in a different but similar investigation. A logo carved down on his arm, beaten and tortured. she was utterly devastated, by this time she was old enough to live by her own. she would always go to the night clubs to recover and forget, as well as unleashing her anger at shooting ranges from archery, baseball cages, to weapon based ranges. with her father dying, surveillance over her slowly disappeared, making her an easy access target once again in their small game. packing her things, not really knowing where to go. somehow with her reputation, she got scouted by the warheads through connections and confrontation, refusing the idea at first but eventually giving in, she had no place to go anyways so why not give it a shot, at least she'll be protected. taking her stage name, heize, and there she had a place, no, a home.

character details

name: jang dahye
age: twenty-five
dob:09. 08. 91
orientation: panual
status: single
gang: the warheads
position: weapon dealer
occupation: shooting instructor & underground dj

likes: unplanned adventures, being stressed-free, first person shooter games and music.
dislikes: disrespectful people, y'all a waste of life.
eargasm: day6 - how can i say

social media

tweets:
1. "back to seoul today!"
2. "what to eat tonite..."
3. "yo this new drake is fire tho"

instagram: @heizeheize

OUT OF CHARACTER NOTES

NAME: nitroglicerina
TIMEZONE: GMT +8
POV STYLE: DETAILED 1ST POV, SOMETIMES THIRD POV
WRITING STYLE: usually mirrors replies
GENRES PREFRENCES: ACTION, ADVENTURE, COMEDY
WARNINGS: DON'T DISRESPECT ME OOC. THANKS!
poke me after a few days if i don't reply.

P I C S P A M

INMYSELFITRUST.