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INFORMATION
Muse Name: Ahn Hyojin (LE)
Occupation: EXID
Screenname: #elleuminate
Alias: LE
Age/Birthdate: twenty-three – 90/12/10
Occupation: owns & operates her own online jewellery store called Elluminate
Team/Position: N Soul / Racer
FACTS
i. “That bitch cut a bitch, I heard once, it's true. Some bitch told me.” -unknown source. You decide what the truth is.
ii. The first time Hyojin ran away she stole her mother's wallet. What she missed was the envelope of money tucked between two socks. Would have made for a less hungry get-away. And an awkward phone call. Runaways never asked for an allowance.
iii. A rock was thrown at her kindergarten assailant. Missed, but it felt pretty good to exact her own kind of revenge. The age of eight and she was already committing crimes. Set herself up well.
iv. Kissing a boy terrified Hyojin but it happened, his bad breath and yellow side teeth were a vomit-inducing side party to the grime caked tongue. She was twelve. It will never happen again.
v. Dresses burned and corsages torched, Hyojin celebrated anti-feminism after returning to Seoul. The prank resulted in a singed ring finger and a left eyebrow that look three months to grow back, but it had been worth seeing sequins explode.
vi. Cigarettes are the only trouble Hyojin causes her health... besides fast food and the percentage of life expectancy as a racer, but the female is determined only cigarettes will end in her demise. She wants to have a baritone voice by forty. Plus having no fear while driving gives her balls.
vii. A pencil and paper are always on Hyojin's aforementioned figure (did we forget to mention her figure?) with the sole purpose of doodling her next jewellery design. Bracelets are her speciality.
BACKGROUND
“She has female balls.”
one.
Sharp screams filled the air. There was nothing magical about giving birth, as the newly born Ahn Hyojin's mother cussed repeatedly. Her father continued his failed attempts to soothe the mother, more so to save his own embarrassment. This was not the first time she acted out in public, made people stare and others look in shock. He could only hope his Hyojin wouldn't pick up on those habits.
Unfortunately some of them stuck. Like mother like daughter.
( This was a mantra she would come to hate. )
two.
At the age of five Hyojin got her first taste of pain.
( This is ignoring the separation of her parents, along with the atrocious idea to live with her mother. Hyojin threw a fit of screaming, kicking and more screaming. Didn't work and only gave her a sore throat. From then on she referred to her mother as Cruella. )
A rock had been thrown at her by a boy in her kindergarten class. Yes, in the class. It resulted in a charming phone call home and continued bullying. Even worse, a small scar on her left-side temple. She was five and already resented school. If you asked five year old Hyojin what was worse, she would pick the rip in her sunflower pattern dress over the scar. Little did she know, dresses would be a thing of her five-year-old past.
( You'd have to commit murder to get Hyojin into a dress. Plus scars are badass. )
three.
By nine, Hyojin was the product of an unfortunate (but very expected) divorce. Ripped across waters and out of familiar hands, Hyojin's mother relocated herself in Tokyo. Her mother, already fluent in Japanese, was able to transfer her journalism post to the Tokyo office of the PR firm. “For the food!” she would tell Hyojin. Never made it easier.
This would result in week long runaways from the dingy apartment. Hyojin preferred her apartment in Buchan. Even as a little Ahn, she remembered fondly the free cookies the laundromat ahjusshi would give her.
Each time Hyojin ran away from home she would never look back. None of this over-the-shoulder bullshit. Like Cruella like daughter.
four.
Runaways resulted in time. Time resulted in boredom. Boredom resulted in listening to street rumors, gathering courage to listen to them and finally taking trips out to abandoned roads.
Racing made it better. Watching racing made it manageable. By “it” we refer to the chaotic Tokyo life Hyojin had fallen into. Barely any desire to learn the language but she was given no choice, stuttering around classes and daily life. The curses were handy. Her mother refused to learn such obscenities so when the two argued.. you understand.
At fourteen Hyojin was allowed to hold the starting line flag. Checkered black and white, it should have been. Instead a discarded Tokyo Dorompa flag.
The mascot's face will always terrify her. Always.
( To this day she still supports Tokyo F.C, despite her fears. )
five.
Fifteen. Ripped back across oceans. For the first time since five, Hyojin was able to spend some time with her father. Quality time over street food and the smell of the Han River. He felt like a stranger, but Hyojin forced herself to attend long and awkward conversations about school (she hated the long hours) or work (which she lied about). Ahn Hyojin was better at defending herself than creating an espresso.
Hyojin got her first taste of nightlife with a fist against her jaw. A drunken fist against her jaw (it was easy to trip her assailant and run), but the memory still stuck with her.
Her skinny arms could do nothing to protect herself properly, so never trust an espresso “hand crafted” by the girl.
( It might be poison. )
six.
Long hours in school gave Hyojin time to draw. She was never particularly good, but sticking in class until 11pm at night forced her to learn. Talent over language, talent over math. Hyojin knew she was preparing herself for the big, bad world. She would have rather learned about economics, how to properly read contracts, what not to do when first moving out and how to understand taxes. Of course these ideas proposed to teachers (and her young-at-heart bravery, the principal) resulted in laughter.
And more bullying.
At a young age Hyojin had learned adults were less mature than her drooling counterparts in kindergarten.
seven.
Seoul underground is where Hyojin got her name. Her style (flared and flawed in ways from her youth in Japan) earned the nickname foreigner, and despite her obvious Korean roots, rumors spread about time spent in Europe. So through the grape vine the minimal English speakers would snarl “le hottie” or her favorite “viva la Ahn!” in loud, obnoxious voices. Broken telephone resulted in the nickname LE.
( She prefers the singularly pronounced English letters “L and E”. Her French is non-existent and she despises escargot, so the French version feels unjustified. )
eight.
First car? Kia. Terrible at start ups, barely shifted into third gear and in the middle of a race her clutch pedal fell off, but it was Hyojin's mouth that won her the races. She would talk up her car that some wins even surprised her. Some losses were expected, others unfinished, but she was young and she was learning.
Years of runaway days made it easy to sneak out. Actually her father disabling the front door alarm after 11pm was the reason, but Hyojin liked to amp up her stories to her friends. Made her feel cool.
nine.
Practice makes perfect and Hyojin was soon a star. A star of her own world, but a star. She won races without blinking an eye, betting on others' pink slips. Never her own. Attachments grew between her dashboards and alliances soon grew between her and the gas gage, flashing signal light and swish of her windshield wipers. She could count the seconds between. Anticipate the flash, swipe or blink. This is where her sanity formed itself. This is where she finally felt alive.
She had found her purpose beneath burning rubber and gear shifts.
( Thank God at last. )
ten.
Beneath the flashing lights as a Goddess, a creature so stunning Hyojin was drawn. Surrounded by men and dancing alone, hips swaying to the music as though they made the beat, forced the beat, owned the beat. This is how Hyojin tells her side of the story. Lion and prey. She descended, earning the honour of a dance.
Hyojin knew that night had changed her. Females always attracted her attention. That night solidified it.
Fortune cookies:
1. Never refer to Hyojin as Hyojin. Ahn, Elly or “you there” are perfectly acceptable alternatives.
2. She snorts when she laughs, just don't make fun of her for it. She'll give you the finger.
( That's if puppies scare you. Or if the finger is an acceptable form of insult. )
3. Hyojin will never race for pink slips. Do not bother asking or taunting her for it. Won't work.
4. Cussing. Hyojin is unafraid of telling you off or insulting the ugly paint on the bumper of your car.
5. Ddeokbokki. If you want to get on her good side, bring her ddeokbokki.
6. No one but Gina Choi will ever work under her hood.
Muse Name: Ahn Hyojin (LE)
Occupation: EXID
Screenname: #elleuminate
Alias: LE
Age/Birthdate: twenty-three – 90/12/10
Occupation: owns & operates her own online jewellery store called Elluminate
Team/Position: N Soul / Racer
FACTS
i. “That bitch cut a bitch, I heard once, it's true. Some bitch told me.” -unknown source. You decide what the truth is.
ii. The first time Hyojin ran away she stole her mother's wallet. What she missed was the envelope of money tucked between two socks. Would have made for a less hungry get-away. And an awkward phone call. Runaways never asked for an allowance.
iii. A rock was thrown at her kindergarten assailant. Missed, but it felt pretty good to exact her own kind of revenge. The age of eight and she was already committing crimes. Set herself up well.
iv. Kissing a boy terrified Hyojin but it happened, his bad breath and yellow side teeth were a vomit-inducing side party to the grime caked tongue. She was twelve. It will never happen again.
v. Dresses burned and corsages torched, Hyojin celebrated anti-feminism after returning to Seoul. The prank resulted in a singed ring finger and a left eyebrow that look three months to grow back, but it had been worth seeing sequins explode.
vi. Cigarettes are the only trouble Hyojin causes her health... besides fast food and the percentage of life expectancy as a racer, but the female is determined only cigarettes will end in her demise. She wants to have a baritone voice by forty. Plus having no fear while driving gives her balls.
vii. A pencil and paper are always on Hyojin's aforementioned figure (did we forget to mention her figure?) with the sole purpose of doodling her next jewellery design. Bracelets are her speciality.
BACKGROUND
“She has female balls.”
one.
Sharp screams filled the air. There was nothing magical about giving birth, as the newly born Ahn Hyojin's mother cussed repeatedly. Her father continued his failed attempts to soothe the mother, more so to save his own embarrassment. This was not the first time she acted out in public, made people stare and others look in shock. He could only hope his Hyojin wouldn't pick up on those habits.
Unfortunately some of them stuck. Like mother like daughter.
( This was a mantra she would come to hate. )
two.
At the age of five Hyojin got her first taste of pain.
( This is ignoring the separation of her parents, along with the atrocious idea to live with her mother. Hyojin threw a fit of screaming, kicking and more screaming. Didn't work and only gave her a sore throat. From then on she referred to her mother as Cruella. )
A rock had been thrown at her by a boy in her kindergarten class. Yes, in the class. It resulted in a charming phone call home and continued bullying. Even worse, a small scar on her left-side temple. She was five and already resented school. If you asked five year old Hyojin what was worse, she would pick the rip in her sunflower pattern dress over the scar. Little did she know, dresses would be a thing of her five-year-old past.
( You'd have to commit murder to get Hyojin into a dress. Plus scars are badass. )
three.
By nine, Hyojin was the product of an unfortunate (but very expected) divorce. Ripped across waters and out of familiar hands, Hyojin's mother relocated herself in Tokyo. Her mother, already fluent in Japanese, was able to transfer her journalism post to the Tokyo office of the PR firm. “For the food!” she would tell Hyojin. Never made it easier.
This would result in week long runaways from the dingy apartment. Hyojin preferred her apartment in Buchan. Even as a little Ahn, she remembered fondly the free cookies the laundromat ahjusshi would give her.
Each time Hyojin ran away from home she would never look back. None of this over-the-shoulder bullshit. Like Cruella like daughter.
four.
Runaways resulted in time. Time resulted in boredom. Boredom resulted in listening to street rumors, gathering courage to listen to them and finally taking trips out to abandoned roads.
Racing made it better. Watching racing made it manageable. By “it” we refer to the chaotic Tokyo life Hyojin had fallen into. Barely any desire to learn the language but she was given no choice, stuttering around classes and daily life. The curses were handy. Her mother refused to learn such obscenities so when the two argued.. you understand.
At fourteen Hyojin was allowed to hold the starting line flag. Checkered black and white, it should have been. Instead a discarded Tokyo Dorompa flag.
The mascot's face will always terrify her. Always.
( To this day she still supports Tokyo F.C, despite her fears. )
five.
Fifteen. Ripped back across oceans. For the first time since five, Hyojin was able to spend some time with her father. Quality time over street food and the smell of the Han River. He felt like a stranger, but Hyojin forced herself to attend long and awkward conversations about school (she hated the long hours) or work (which she lied about). Ahn Hyojin was better at defending herself than creating an espresso.
Hyojin got her first taste of nightlife with a fist against her jaw. A drunken fist against her jaw (it was easy to trip her assailant and run), but the memory still stuck with her.
Her skinny arms could do nothing to protect herself properly, so never trust an espresso “hand crafted” by the girl.
( It might be poison. )
six.
Long hours in school gave Hyojin time to draw. She was never particularly good, but sticking in class until 11pm at night forced her to learn. Talent over language, talent over math. Hyojin knew she was preparing herself for the big, bad world. She would have rather learned about economics, how to properly read contracts, what not to do when first moving out and how to understand taxes. Of course these ideas proposed to teachers (and her young-at-heart bravery, the principal) resulted in laughter.
And more bullying.
At a young age Hyojin had learned adults were less mature than her drooling counterparts in kindergarten.
seven.
Seoul underground is where Hyojin got her name. Her style (flared and flawed in ways from her youth in Japan) earned the nickname foreigner, and despite her obvious Korean roots, rumors spread about time spent in Europe. So through the grape vine the minimal English speakers would snarl “le hottie” or her favorite “viva la Ahn!” in loud, obnoxious voices. Broken telephone resulted in the nickname LE.
( She prefers the singularly pronounced English letters “L and E”. Her French is non-existent and she despises escargot, so the French version feels unjustified. )
eight.
First car? Kia. Terrible at start ups, barely shifted into third gear and in the middle of a race her clutch pedal fell off, but it was Hyojin's mouth that won her the races. She would talk up her car that some wins even surprised her. Some losses were expected, others unfinished, but she was young and she was learning.
Years of runaway days made it easy to sneak out. Actually her father disabling the front door alarm after 11pm was the reason, but Hyojin liked to amp up her stories to her friends. Made her feel cool.
nine.
Practice makes perfect and Hyojin was soon a star. A star of her own world, but a star. She won races without blinking an eye, betting on others' pink slips. Never her own. Attachments grew between her dashboards and alliances soon grew between her and the gas gage, flashing signal light and swish of her windshield wipers. She could count the seconds between. Anticipate the flash, swipe or blink. This is where her sanity formed itself. This is where she finally felt alive.
She had found her purpose beneath burning rubber and gear shifts.
( Thank God at last. )
ten.
Beneath the flashing lights as a Goddess, a creature so stunning Hyojin was drawn. Surrounded by men and dancing alone, hips swaying to the music as though they made the beat, forced the beat, owned the beat. This is how Hyojin tells her side of the story. Lion and prey. She descended, earning the honour of a dance.
Hyojin knew that night had changed her. Females always attracted her attention. That night solidified it.
Fortune cookies:
1. Never refer to Hyojin as Hyojin. Ahn, Elly or “you there” are perfectly acceptable alternatives.
2. She snorts when she laughs, just don't make fun of her for it. She'll give you the finger.
( That's if puppies scare you. Or if the finger is an acceptable form of insult. )
3. Hyojin will never race for pink slips. Do not bother asking or taunting her for it. Won't work.
4. Cussing. Hyojin is unafraid of telling you off or insulting the ugly paint on the bumper of your car.
5. Ddeokbokki. If you want to get on her good side, bring her ddeokbokki.
6. No one but Gina Choi will ever work under her hood.
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