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About β003β
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Kim Seokjin, alias β003β, terrorizes the streets and every nook and cranny of seoul, south korea at night, and wanders them freely and carelessly during the day where everyone barely even dared bat an eye at him. his insanely good, ethereal looks conceal his true identity β therefore he blends l right into the mediocre society he roams during broad daylight, but terrorizes through the night.
only a few know where to find him or how to find him. . . the rest are clueless and easily manipulated like puppets under a puppeteerβs presence. he had all the power within a snap of his fingers or even as simple as a little smile β he was capable of fooling and tricking just about anyone that dared cross paths with him.
he was quite charming. . . physical appearance wise β which made sense as to why no one would dare point a finger at him and proclaim him as the bad guy. he was too β angelic β for such crimes committed throughout the city and country. . . so surely, his bewitching looks did play a huge role in his ongoing freedom to this day. no one would ever suspect the celestial, saint like male with the charming smile, gleaming eyes and blandish attitude.
but to those who did happen to know him, they were much more aware of more gruesome things. kim wasnβt the good guy he portrayed himself to appear amongst others.
those who knew him β even the slightest about his true identity β knew well enough already that seokjin was anything but the perfect citizen. he was an unbelievable monster hiding within a handsome young man, whose mind and past held awful things that seemed straight out of a nightmare or horror movie.
he was a / killer /. . . it started out as a job solely for the immense amount of money that came from it. . . but soon, it developed into his passion β into his lifestyle, basically. it was what he was meant to do, he thought. he released his anger with each hit and run, and hell, did it feel good - better than sex, better than drugs, better than alcohol.
with each pull of the trigger and each plunge of the knife, he felt a bit more sane. it was temporary of course, but it soothed his worries, calmed his temper and vanished all his problems. . . all he felt was the satisfaction of watching the blood flow freely like a river beneath his feet - sometimes even making contact with his skin. . .
it was just too good to be true.
though he wasnβt always like this however - he was what people would call. . . β normal β. he was a happy little kid. . . perhaps not with the best of childhoods or parents as other children had, but little seokjin still tried to make the best out of it all β through rain or sunshine, nothing stopped him from being a bubbly boy.
his parents were the only real issue however. had it not been for them and perhaps mr seokjin would still be the same as before. perhaps he wouldnβt be out here doing dirty work for dirty, tainted money.
. . . / they / were the real monsters. . .
they corrupted him. corrupted his innocent little mind. hurt him and scarred him for eternity β something a little boy like him should never have to face or go through. especially in the hands of their guardians - the ones who created them all and brought them into this sick, macabre world.
he still remembered it all as if it were yesterday however. . .
he could feel the stinging hot pain of his fatherβs hand striking down against his face within the blink of an eye. he could feel the faux leather material of his fatherβs belt whipping at him over and over again, he could even hear his own cries echoing throughout the apartment complex. aside from that, he could also hear his motherβs wails and pleads for him to stop - over and over again until her voice cracked and faded back out into a choked out sob. . . but never did she really do anything else to help him out. . . she stood there and watched.
and that was what angered him the most β she couldβve prevented it all from occurring, she couldβve put a stop to it, she couldβve helped him. . . but she chose not to. she stood back and watched, hearing his pleads and cries for it to end.
this was the outcome of it all. he had lost his mind - once he peaked his teenage years, the boy ran away. . . he ran and ran until his feet couldnβt take it anymore.
he had found himself lost and even living on the streets for weeks, months β even a couple of years until he was saved. . . he was brought into a drug ring by the kingpin after having shown that he was worthy of the business.
fast forward to a few years however, and seokjin had killed every single one of them until the whole place was left drenched in blood from the ceiling to the busted floorboards.
with the money the now hitman had amounted, he got himself back up on his feet and running into his own business. he was free - no one had control over him. . . he was no longer a puppet for everyone to boss around.
he was back and stronger than ever.
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is there a job you want done? β3β is your man, but thereβs a price to it. simply give him a name, a picture and a location and heβll give you the cost of it all.
keep in mind, he is not responsible whatsoever for the aftermath - heβs just here to get his job done. the consequences are on the customer, he takes no part in it all after.
seoul, south korea.
EXTRA INFORMATION
likes ; gore, blood, sex, drugs, money, drinking, pain ( masochist ), animals, reading, late night drives, music, being alone, fashion, cars, horror movies & the nighttime.
dislikes ; people, genuine affection, getting close with others, opening up to people, loud and overly cute people, daytime, commitment, sugary stuff & being weak or vulnerable.
appearance ; kitsune mask to hide his identity, raven hair, dark suits 24 / 7, carries a pocket butterfly knife hidden in his right sock, gun tucked into the waistband of his trousers. but when itβs a relaxing day, you can find him in dark clothing ranging from t-shirts and jeans and hoodies but most preferably leather jackets. sunglasses are a must, even in the dark.
sexuality ; bisexual. ( no relationships atm )
height ; 179 cm. weight ; 63 kg. age ; 25 years old