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to touch the stars in the skies with nothing but your hand
Artist & PainterOfficial job: maid, slave
Residence
The Continental
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"Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and you're such a fool."
"Don't you know that canaries sing before someone dies?"
Lee Ji-eun
์ด์ง์ (ๆ็ฅๆฉ)__"Oh look, how sweet, how innocent, how corrupted." __
Casually known as Ji-eun, Lee Ji-eun was born a daughter of a hardworking middle-class family. With her mother having escaped an arranged marriage and having Jieun out of wedlock, her parents raised her with an upbringing that only meant seclusion from other human beings and other creatures. Being left to her own devices made Jieun a delight to everyone around her, her innocence and naivety both endearing and stupefying at times. The only daughter of the heir of Chae family and her husband Lee Hwan , Jieun was the treasure of her family -- though as of now, she remains as the sole, living survivor of the Lee House.Sweet, innocent and naive, Ji-eun was simply a delicate flower of kindheartedness and artistic creativity. Enjoying a laidback and innocent life, well protected by her family members, Ji-eun lived the first eighteen years of her life in obscured naivety.
"Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone.
Tear me to pieces, skin and bone.
Hello, welcome home."
16 May 1996
Born to Lee Hwan and Chae Eun-ryeo
Height: 161.7cm
Weight: 44.9kg
Slim, Curvy, Malleable.
At 23 years of age, she no longer remembers her birthday--the day that she was born forever tainted by the memory of her innocence being forcefully taken. It bears a mark on her chest, her body, her very soul, immovable, and always bleeding with hurt.
Sexuality : Heterosexual
"Veneer"
A flower in a vase. An illusion, an alluring trap of innocent beauty.
Isn't she lovely
The first thing that pulls you in is those dark, long-lashed eyes, dusting her cheeks like a beautifully mad fan, shining like the brightest stars in the night sky. Then her too pale skin, almost milky white under the sunlight, like a canvas that has never been blemished.
A Doll
Next comes the soft curve of her body, gentle like her personality, as exquisite, smooth, sensitive and pliable as the most desirable artwork anyone can find. Her lips kissable and plump, always parted in an innocent but vague pout.
Blemished
Beneath the milky skin of her breast lies a patchwork of branded scars, from her ordeal in the past that she tries hard to forget. Its faded, and bumpy, and a reminder that what has once been lost can never be returned.
I am not sugar and sweet and all things nice
There's only one thing people often conclude upon laying their eyes upon Ji-eun, her natural sweet looks and gentle smiles captivating as the most devious drug--is that she is a innocent beauty, fragile like a flower pot and brittle to the touch. But sometimes the sweetest smiles can hold the most deadly poison.
Positive Traits
-Intelligent
-Sensual
-Very Sensitive Body
-Romantic
-Passionate when interested
-Persuasive
-Determined
-A Innocent Beauty
-Submissive
-A little rebellious at times
-Stubborn
-Foolishly Loyal
-Calm Strategist
-Graceful, Flexible
-Holds an air of delicate grace and natural poise even if she's a slave
Negative Traits
-Bitter
-Emotionally Problematic
-Reserved
-Guarded
-Seemingly Naive
-Slightly Innocent
-Debauched
-Doesn't trust people easily
-Deep amount of hatred for a single person
-Emotionally Scarred
Things That She Loves
-Rain: The feeling of rain on her face calms her, and brings about an unusual sense of serenity.
-Sea: Like rain, water feels calming to her. Its the only place she can settle, take a deep breath and relax deeply.
-Sex: Her body has long been spoiled in the three years she was held as a slave, her unusual amount of sensitivity to sexual pleasures and desires making her the best and the worst of the debauched at the same time.
-Salty VS Sweet: Anything sweet works, though she personally prefers having ice-cream.
-Coffee VS Tea: Tea--sorry, coffee is too bitter. *
-__Wine*__: She is a lightweight at drinking, but enjoys it all the same.
The Habits
-Chews her bottom lip when she thinks.
-Drifts off occasionally into her own thoughts and space, rather like an airhead.
-Occasionally entertains rather odd thoughts in her mind -- Jieun runs on a different frequency compared to others
-She prefers resolving conflict through peaceful measures rather than rough and tough measures.
-She would be considered a scalpel instead of a hammer when it comes to settling things -- she's observant ,delicate and naively innocent, and she plays her cards well.
-Her innocence is not pretended most if not all of the time -- a result of being overprotected in her youth till she was 18 years of age.
-Likes to play chess as well. She often makes subtle comparisons of her being the player behind the board instead of the queen or the rook in the game.
-*Draws stuff and paints things as and when and how she likes. She's someone that moves along to her dreams and fancies, like a cloud moving through the skies. *
The Star that lost sight of its pathTW: Non-consensual, Sexual Abuse, Rape
Perhaps everything was already written in stone with the beginning of the tale of two star crossed lovers, held apart by social statuses and families that knew nothing but brutality and cruelty.Perhaps--if the heir of the Chae House, Chae Eun-ryeo hadn't fallen in love with her plain, lower class working classmate Lee Hwan--everything would have merely stayed the same, with Eun-ryeo marrying a man she failed to love, and Lee Hwan slowly fading into obscurity. But such a story did happen, even if the ones to bear the tragic fate of the tale's consequences lay not with either of them, but with their daughter.Perhaps, without such a tale, there would be no Jieun. But there was, and perhaps, it was fate for it to linger and not change.Jieun remembers much of her childhood--frugal and yet loving, even if it was at times hard to make ends meet. Even if they were constantly hunted and chased by her mother's family, her parents still--no doubtedly, gave her whatever she needed to grow up as normally as she could.***Aspirations were nothing but commonplace for her--fleeting, in her decisions and indecisive in others. She wanted to be a dreamer, a painter, an actress, a singer--everything that seemed beautiful to the lovely young girl that was sheltered and overprotected. Never once--did Jieun ever know that her parents were running away. They--no, everyone--always kept her within the four walls of her parent's house, never to step outside of her home, like a princess that remained encased in her gilded cage. ***Never go out and about, Jieun. You're too recognisable--you look far too much like your mother. Her parents warned her softly, stroking her lustrous dark hair gently. Never. The world beyond is a dangerous place. Too dangerous for someone like you. Stay here, safe--just as always.
But like all stubborn children and dreamy eyed children---Jieun didn't listen. It was the eve of her eighteenth birthday that the world called out to the young dreamy-eyed artist, who sat by her window, mulling over nothing but whimsical dreams in her pretty mind. She spends most of her time wondering what the world beyond her those four walls of her house--wondering, what exactly were everything she had read about in tales that both her parents and books regaled.And so, in the dark of the night she crept out of her house, her bubble of dreams and vision of beauty cupped within her chest as she fluttered along the streets, lost but intrigued."Who are you? I've never seen you before." She hadn't expected to meet the male that would change her life forever--within just a split second. It was as though they were two colliding trains of fate--and then, the path of tragedy that would follow in her wake could never be changed. The male was tall and lanky, a decorative smirk on his lips as he eyed her with a stare that made her cheeks flush and body squirm. There was something intriguing about him that compelled her to move just a little closer--despite every bone in her body screaming at her to flee. This man was different---from everyone else that she knew. Different--from all the males that she had seen. A strong powerful dominance erupted of the very skin of his body, the smirk on his face devilish but enticing as he took her pale hand in hers and eyed her delicate features and dark eyes. "You're Jieun, aren't you?" A flash of coldness that Jieun couldn't quite catch bubbles across his face as Jieun merely nods her head cheerfully, oblivious to the fact that she was sending her family to death with her own bare hands.The Chae family sells her in name to the Continental Hotel before any of them even know of their fates, hired arms descending upon them in the dark of the night, leaving behind a trails of blood and carnage in its wake.Its there that she meets him once again, terrified and wide eyed, eyes rimmed with tears and the bodies of her parents at her feet."I shall enjoy relieving you of your innocence, Jieun--" She's been granted to him. A payment, for all of his efforts in destroying their middle class family. Its the heavy sound of his breathing that she finds pressed against the shell of her ear, and the cold blade of a knife against her breast, digging into new flesh and branding a name she would never forget against her very skin.
