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name:
RIN MOON KYEONG

nickname:
- MOON (this is a short form of her name and also what people say her eyes look like)
- RINNIE (only her close friends are allowed to call her this, if she lets someone call her RINNIE that means she trusts them)
- MO/MOMO (only jungkook calls her this, he often says it to annoy her. she often complains of the nickname but secretly likes it)

date of birth:
31st of August 2003

pet names:
- QUEEN (the boys often call her this because of her smart mouth, always spitting sarcastic comments at people, especially those that insult her friends. a lesson to never mess with her)

personality:
- Moon is a very complicated person. She has a quick temper but no one ever realises when she's angry because she isn't one to lash out. So when she does lash out, that means she's really, really pissed.

- She's always very nonchalant about everything, careless, reckless and a risk-taker. She'd be someone that'd go on a road trip with only three dollars and a pack of gum, claiming it was for the 'experience' and that she doesn't want to be known just for 'sitting in class all day, doing what everyone else is doing'. She barely cares about anything: but the things she does care about, she'd protect with her life. She'd show little interest in anything but if it is something she's passionate about, she'd go all out for it, screwing the consequences. Often times, this leads her to make mistakes she'd regret. She hates routine and loves to be wild and unpredictable, often making her friends worried on what type of stunt she'd pull.

- Sometimes, she'd have her quiet days and those are days that make her friends stay well away from her and the public would mock her. Her quiet days were almost always accompanied by a bruise along her body, a wince as she walked and a dead, impending look in her eyes: a result of her father's abuse.

- She is wary when faced with new people. She isn't very sociable with people she doesn't know, because of her trust issues her father helped implant in her mind. Often times, she'd just dismiss someone she didn't know, not bothering to be nice. She's often seen as a cold person. But if the person caught her attention, she'd go out of her way to make them her friend.

- She is wild and reckless because she wants to forget the restraint she's bound to at home: with her demanding father, his whip never far from his hand, and desperate sister, always pleading with big eyes for Moon to not call the authorities on their dad. That's why she hates lashing out too, it reminded her that she was her father's daughter, and she never wants to be reminded of that. She hated him.

- Her only escapes/ the only thing she cherishes are her friends, her music and her hair. Her friends; they give her life and colour. Music; she is an aspiring lyricist and looks at music as something beautiful, untainted by the world. Her hair; it's the only one of her mom's traits she inherited. Up until her father started whipping her, on her head, and placed his filthy hands on her hair. From then on, whenever he so much as touched her hair, she'd dye it. And it'd never be the same shade. Because she wanted to 'remove all traces of him and start anew'. Even if it was just her hair. Because she believed someday, she could too.

height:
165cm

weight:
54kg

blood type:
B+
mental health issues:
- clinical depression
- PTSD

birthplace:
Daegu

hometown:
Seoul

nationality:
Korean-Japanese (father: Korean-speaking Japanese, mother: Korean)

languages:
Korean

family members:
- HARUKI MURASHIMA (age: 49)
Father. Abusive. Alcoholic. On drugs. Jailed for a short period of time while he was 39 (when Moon was 5) for alleged assistance in murder. (The murder was of a guy rumoured to have had an affair with his wife who happened to be Moon's real father. Hence why he helped in the murder). His own father was just like him, so he thought that this was how a father was supposed to act. Has PTSD (usually triggered by Moon because she reminded him of the wife that cheated on him with a guy he helped to murder, hence why he normally hits her and closes his eyes around her). Moon disregards his last name and uses her mother's last name instead.

- HARUKI JI SOO (age: 10)
Younger sister. Loves her father (he never hit Jisoo because she was his real daughter). Dutiful, submissive. Quiet. Dainty. Everything Moon wasn't.

- RIN SOMI
Mother. Died of skull indentation a week after HARUKI MURASHIMA was released from prison (when Moon was 6 and Jisoo was 1). The hospital and authorities claim she must've just fell on her head to cause the skull to indent in such way. Only Moon really knows what happened (her father did it, hitting her over the head with a wooden plank after finding out Moon wasn't his child and was actually the child of the guy he murdered). Moon was too young to understand at the time. She thought they were just playing a game. SOMI was a wonderful woman, always wearing bright dresses. The best times of Moon's life was when her father was in jail while she was 5 and 6. It was very peaceful and full of laughs.

background:
RIN SOMI married HARUKI MURASHIMA when she was eighteen and under the deception she was "in love". She never knew he was abusive. When they got married, and he started to use her and take advantage of her, she soon started looking for another guy. She fell in love with another guy and had an affair with him. Nine months later, she was pregnant and gave birth to Moon. HARUKI MURASHIMA always assumed the child was his. Until one day, someone asked him for help in a murder. The murder of a person that had so happened to be someone his wife cheated on. When he found out, he instantly decided to help in the murder (he had an abusive father figure so he grew up with different values than the ordinary people did). After he was caught, he was jailed for a year. That year was the best year of Moon's life. Once her father was released from prison, RIN SOMI thought he became a better more mature person. This led to her confessing to him that Moon is actually not his child. This enraged him, which led to him hitting her over the head with a wooden plank. All while Moon was watching (hence the PTSD). Moon grew up with her father hating her, her younger sister relying on her, and the income of the family resting upon her. So at 10, she started babysitting and learned how to count bills. At 12, she worked as a cleaner at a local deli and learned how to ration money to last a month. At 15, her tall stature and newly-developed curves allowed for her to be a waitress at a three star restaurant and by now, she was an expert at juggling her school life, work life and home life.

slot:
black tea

face claim:

bangtan boy:
jeon jungkook

likes:
music, her friends, the wind, rain, adventure, thrill, being drunk (as underaged as she is), road trips, independence, coffee, dyeing her hair, writing lyrics, listening to music with her headphones to block out people (especially when she's having one of her quiet days), stars, the night sky, banana milk.

dislikes:
green tea, plushies, having people see her cry, being vulnerable, boundaries, uptight people, slow internet, anything pink, someone removing her headphones while she's listening to music, country music, people coming in between her and her food.

comfort item:
her headphones (she loves the soft fabric over her ears and how it echoes music, as if stroking her skin to soothe her).
talent: writing, basketball, spending as little money as possible.

biggest secret:
1) she watched her mom die by her father's own hands and didn't do anything nor tell anyone about it.
2) she is being abused by her father

fears:
1) becoming like her father.
2) her friends leaving her.
3) being alone forever.
4) her sister would turn out like her: sad and broken.
5) wooden planks (the thin, long kind, with nails protruding from it).

habits:
putting her playlists on shuffle but skipping to a specific song, biting her lip, gazing at her reflection for a long time, counts money as soon as it's displayed, flinches (whenever someone she doesn't know comes too close to her or whenever someone, even her friends, invade her personal space when she has her quiet days).

requested scene:
- "Mo." Jungkook said, lounging in the passenger seat with his bag of fries on his lap. "Yeah?" I said, glancing over for a split second before focusing my eyes on the road again. "Where are we headed?" He asked, pointing out the window at the brown hills and desert planes. "If you want to kill me," he advised with a great sweep of his hand, "you could've just done it in the alleyway three blocks down from school. It's secluded enough." I snorted. "Only you would make a murder so uneventful," I replied. Out of the corner of my eye, I swear I could almost see my father materialising, with a long thin object poised above his head. No. No. Not now. And there was my mother. My beautiful, lovely, vibrant mother. On her knees. She was in her new yellow sundress that day but only shreds of wilted brown remained after he was done with her. After he swung his hand down. Crunch. I could hear myself scream. Crunch. Crunch. Again and again. No. No. Not now. My mother's body was limp on the floor, her black hair in ripped patched across her head. How could anyone mistake this as a fall from the staircase? I screamed and screamed and screamed. Suddenly, I felt myself swerve to the left. Blinking back tears and memories, I looked around me. Jungkook. Jungkook was here. And he was stretched over the passenger seat, hunched against the steering wheel as he pulled the car to the side with a sloppy twist of his wrist.
As soon as the car was parked, he looked at me. He didn't glare. No, he didn't glare or accuse me of nearly killing him on the highway. He just looked. Looked at my tear stained face and how my flushed cheeks contrasted against my pale complexion. Looked at how my bangs got into my eyes and how my now silver hair was in messy waves pressed against my cheeks. He looked at me.
"Moon," he murmured, his finger gently sweeping my bangs away from my eyes. "It's fine to cry." So I did. I did for God knows how long. But I did. After twenty minutes, when my sobs had died down and my face was flushed but dry, he hugged me. A nice warm hug, a supportive hug, a hug from someone who cared. Thank you, Jungkook, thank you for caring.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked as I strapped myself in to the passenger's seat. I shook my head, "Nah." He turned to me, surveyed me up to down, and nodded in understanding, "Alright."
After 30 minutes of silence, Jungkook spoke. And his voice was afraid.
"MOMO, it's dark," he stated. I rolled my eyes, "is it now?" I replied sarcastically. He twisted in his seat to look at me with wide eyes, "You didn't let me finish. It's dark," he repeated,
"And I don't know where the hell we are."

- "Come on, Queen! Don't be like that!" Jimin cooed. I glared at him, before swatting his arm away from my shoulder. "Nothing can make me forgive you, Jimin," I said, voice about to crack from fits of laughter. "Is Queen throwing another hissy fit again?" Namjoon shouted from outside the car, while pumping in the petrol. "Hissy is an understatement!" Jungkook replied while clutching onto the banana milk in his hands as if it was his lifeline. "Jungkook," I seethed, "I will only say this once." He raised one of his eyebrows at me, as if mocking my inability to do so. "Give. Me. Back. My. Banana. Milk," I snarled each word out. Jungkook threw his hands in the air, with a certain vividly colored drink in one of them, while he whined, "Jimin is the one that stole it from you! Why're you hunting me?!" I gave him a face that had 'are you seriously asking me this?' written everywhere. "Come, Kook, I want you to do something for me," I leaned in, "Look at Jimin. Do you see him holding my banana milk?" Jungkook shook his head, confused. "Now," I continued, "Look at your hands. Are you holding my banana milk?" One look at the yellow packaging had him realizing where I'm getting at. "Okay fine, I understand why you're hunting me but at least nag at Jimin too! He..." Jungkook stuttered, "He... He blackmailed me!" He confessed as Jimin leaped up from his seat at the back, knocking his head on the roof of the car in the process.
He glared daggers at Jungkook, "I can't believe you've done this!" He looked back at me, shaking his head wildly, "No! No! Rinnie! Nice Rinnie!" Just at that moment, Seokjin entered the car. With two plastic bags full to the max with banana milk cartons. Me and Jungkook widened our eyes when we saw it. I swear I could almost see Jungkook's eyes light up. Jin grinned and tossed one of the cartons to me. I caught it. "Now Queen, you live like your blood type, okay?" Jin said as he inhaled as if ready to make a pun-
"Be positive/B+."
Him and the maknae line cackled for the next ten minutes.

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