basic information.

• Nickname(s): Kiki — Garbage Eater — ACE #0827. 
• Date of Birth: August 27, 1995 (24).
• Zodiac Sign: Virgo — Pig.
• Place of Birth: Taizhou, Zhejiang, China.
• Current Residence: Seoul, South Korea.
• Occupation: Assassin for a Korean Government Agency — Black Ops employed by Camp Red Cloud.
• Spoken Languages: Mandarin (native) — English — Korean — German — Russian — Japanese (learning).
• ual Orientation: Heteroflexible.
• Romantic Orientation: Demiromantic.
• Relationship Status: Single.

appearance notes.

• Height: 170cm.
• Weight: 50kg.
• Hair Color: Dark brown (natural).
• Eye Color: Dark silver.
• Piercings: Helix, quadruple lobe (Right) — Dragon earring (Left).
• Scars: A lot of scars from her career. There's one by her right eyebrow. There's a big scar from the left side of her upper back to the right side of her hips.
• Tattoos: The phrase, AD INFINITUM by her inner right wrist.
• Clothing Style: Either casual or chic fashion. She does opt for more comfortable outfits, ones where she can easily move in.

nce upon a time, however that cliche line goes, there was a young girl named Xu Jiaqi, born by the borders of Taizhou in Zhejiang, China. She was born to an unfortunate family as the youngest of two children, her brother older than her by five years. Their father was an alcoholic and a drug addict, and would often beat up his children in his drunken episodes, high off and any other drugs he could get his hands upon. Their mother, on the other hand, was far too cowardly to actually do anything for her children.

Her mother would only cower in a corner and cover her ears, while Jiaqi's older brother protected — or at least, tried to protect his younger sibling from their father's wrath. He would hold Jiaqi in his arms while their father kicked his back. Jiaqi, at the time, refused to speak. She wasn't mute, no. But when her father slapped her for every word that came out of her lips, telling her to shut that ing mouth of yours or I will cut your tongue out, Jiaqi had learned how to be silent. She had learned not to talk.

She learned how to read and write from her brother, their parents being so poor that they could only afford to send one of their children to school. But still, she wouldn't talk. She couldn't find any courage within her to speak out loud, afraid that pain would come after her voice.

However, her brother died at the age of fourteen. It was reported as a bus accident. He was supposed to attend a basketball camp along with his team and coach, but the bus had fallen off a cliff on the way.

There was no one to help Jiaqi anymore. The day her brother died was the day everything in her life changed for the worse. Now having no one else to hit, his violent tendencies moved to Jiaqi, who was defenseless and weak against her father's strength. She had never made any sound, however, not even once — even when she was thrown to the wall, or even when her father was taunting her to yell.

Nothing. She still wouldn't talk. 

It had angered her father even more. The abuse had worsened, and the women in the family suffered the brunt of it. Unable to cope, her mother had decided to move out with Jiaqi, deciding to work as a e in order to keep her daughter alive. Jiaqi would stay at home — which was a basement by the streets, and she would often watch people come and go, come and go.

A dull, empty routine.

The routine broke when her father found them several months after. He had been so, so angry, that he hit her mother near death, and violated her while he did so. Jiaqi had stood, watching, watching with eyes wide in horror, and her mother had shaken her head at Jiaqi.

Perhaps that was a call for Jiaqi to run away. But run away she did not. 

Instead, she grabbed a bottle of alcohol — and she smashed it against her father's head. 

She could clearly remember the way he had glared at her. She could clearly remember the way she hit him again and again, until his body fell limp on the floor, scarlet liquid easily pooling around his body, tainting even her mother's clothes.

Run, her mother had said. Go to the train station. I'll meet you there.

It was a promise that was never meant to be fulfilled, as when Jiaqi came back to the house, she found her mother's body hanging from the ceiling.

Wandering aimlessly around the red light districts of the city of her birth, she was found by a Korean man named, Oh Yoonsuk, under the alias of Heath Oslo — an international terrorist. She was too pretty, he'd said. She was far too pretty to be left dying and rotting in the ugly streets. 

But Jiaqi's life under his hands wasn't much better than her life by the streets — the only thing that she could appreciate was the food and the shelter, but even those she thought, weren't worth it for what she had gone through.

She was brought to South Korea by Oh Yoonsuk, and there, she was raised as his doll — often dressed up for his liking, and then molested. When one of Yoonsuk's colleagues tried to touch her, she had managed to kill him. It was then that he realized her potential as a child soldier.

It was an offer presented to Jiaqi — one she took without hesitations. She would take anything and everything to get away from the man, even if that meant she had to train as a killer. From then one, she began to train at a desolate terrorist academy. There, however, she was harassed by the other children.

She was Yoonsuk's favorite. Everyone knew that, and it was because of that, that she became bullied by the other children. She would be given private lessons in knife and hand-to-hand combat by Yoonsuk himself. However, despite all the bullying, she found a friend in a boy named, Minjun, a child who also attended the same academy.

However, much like the other good things in her life, this friendship didn't last long. As part of their graduation ritual, the children were to fight someone in a death match — and for Jiaqi? Her opponent was Minjun. She couldn't find it in herself to harm the only friend she found in the academy, resulting in her loss. But Minjun had showed her mercy, and helped her tend to her wounds.

Several days later, Jiaqi heard of his death. She then vowed to never let anyone get close to her, for they would only die.

Her second chance at graduation came at the same time she heard about his death. Her second chance was an assassination mission, and this time, she was successful. Her career as an assassin started then, as she became assigned to various assassination missions.

Her reputation was flawless and something to be feared for in the underground. There were no failed missions, there was no one that escaped her hands alive — yes, she was the perfect assassin, the perfect soldier crafted by a man hungry for power.

She failed for the first time at sixteen. Her target had been a Japanese woman named Kirihara Reina, who had lived in South Korea for political reasons. Reina was far stronger and faster than her. Jiaqi then learned, as they fought, that Reina used to be one of Yoonsuk's soldiers.

There, Jiaqi was offered another deal: to come with Reina and leave the life she had with Yoonsuk. The two of them would kill Yoonsuk one and for all, and the two of them would be free.

Jiaqi had hesitated. That was an offer that sounded too good for her own liking — but her heart could never stop hoping, and she took Reina's hand. The smile Reina had on her face was by far the brightest Jiaqi had ever seen.

Yoonsuk hadn't been easy to kill. He had a troop behind him — and Jiaqi and Reina were two individiuals. But they were trained by that man himself — the ones that stood at the very top of all his students. He hadn't been easy to kill, but Jiaqi and Reina managed to do so, at the cost of the scar by Jiaqi's back and the loss of sight in one of Reina's eyes.

But even that felt like a miracle. Jiaqi had never felt so alive then.

Reina had then taken Jiaqi in, and trained her. Her new life started as an actual soldider under the Korean government, and Jiaqi had learned a lot of things from Reina that she wouldn't have learned elsewhere. To kill was a sin — Jiaqi had known this for quite a long time, but it was only with Reina that she had understood what that truly meant.

This was the safety pin that Reina had left on Jiaqi before she died four years later. To kill was a sin, and you shouldn't bathe your hands in ruin for the rich. This had prevented Jiaqi from killing people smoothly, but that didn't change her taking over Reina's job as a cleaner for a certain company. Reina's nickname, ACE #0827 was also passed onto Jiaqi, a name that was feared in the underworld.

Years passed by and at twenty-four, Jiaqi was given a wish by the South Korean government — for the sole reason that her performance had been nothing short of perfection. Her wish had come unexpected to some, but to her, it was only natural for her to wish this.

She wanted to live a normal life.

It was a hard bargain. If they were to grant her this, they would lose a strong power behind their strengths. Her skills were likened to a battalion, and rightfully so. But with the help of Reina's acquaintance in the higher-ups, she was granted her wish — under the condition that she would still call to duty for the highly important missions. Now she roams the city of Seoul, in hopes to live a normal life — as much as normal could be for her anyway.

basic summary.

Jiaqi is a well-mannered, intelligent, and well-spoken woman, one who tends to become philosophical and prefers the minimalistic sense. She's casual enough not to use honorifics, though politeness has been engraved into her mind, having to cater to her boss' demands. She is also sarcastic. She is also very analytical of both the people and places around her, a habit she hasn't been able to let go.

She calls herself a coward — but not for its literal meaning. This is because she isn't the type to dive head first into something. She prefers to step back and think things through, and would rather hide away from an enemy despite being skilled enough in combat to be able to take down any of her enemies.

While she finds it hard to end a life, she isn't by any means a pacifist. If violence is necessary, then she would use it without hesitation. With this in mind, however, she doesn't admit easily to kindness, and will often reject the notion of her being kind to another individual, even if her action is。

their likes.

Chess — Puzzles — Guns — Knives — Movies — Classic novels — Sea waves — Rain — Thunderstorms。

their dislikes.

Politics — The rich — Crowds — Too much attention — Murder — Losing control — Failure。

their hobbies.

Gun firing — Training — Playing chess (either by herself or with someone) — Watching movies — Reading novels in libraries — Playing in the rain。

their secrets.

Her job as a former assassin — Her being a member of the Black Ops in Camp Red Cloud — Her past in general。

their fears.

Train station; due to a trauma in her past, she refuses to take the train, and will opt to walk to her destination instead, or use another means of transformation — Killing; due to the safety pin, she has trouble killing any living thing. She will experience strong nauseous waves and vomit violently。

their quirks.

She's ambidextrous — She remains unbeaten in chess except by Kirihara Reina and Oh Yoonsuk — She earned the title "Garbage Eater" back in Yoonsuk's academy, for being able to eat anything, no matter how terrible — She has a driver's license — Her shooting and throwing accuracy are 99%; she rarely ever misses, it's what she's known for. She can snipe from as far as 1400 meters。

Before You Approach Me

•.*★ important。Try to have something in mind and read my profile before actually talking to me about roleplaying. I am open to brainstorming, but please do not come to me completely empty-handed. Reading my profile is important.

Writing & Plotting Style

•.*★ writing style。3rd pov only. My length ranges from a single paragraph to a whole novella, depending on how high my muse is for the thread. I do get carried away often times, but it doesn't have to be mirrored.

•.*★ plotting style。I prefer plotting over winging, even if it's just a small backbone of what we're supposed to be doing. This is why you should read my profile first and come to me with an idea in mind. I often do the same.

Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.

Activity & Reply Speed

•.*★ important。I rarely ever poke people, and do not like being poked. 10 days. Please only poke me after 10 days. I usually know who I'm writing with, and if I haven't replied to you yet, that means either of the two things: a. I don't have enough muse for it yet, and; b. I'm busy. Often times, it's a mixture of both. Please don't use to my replying to other threads faster than yours against me. It's a simple matter of which of the threads I have more muse with.

I'm usually fast with my replies, sometimes with regardless of the length. But again, it depends on the muse. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.

Location Preferences

I definitely prefer the rooms to keep the rp active! If it's not possible to get a room for it, then walls we go! My PMs are only for OOC business. Please don't post on my walls unless I allow you to.