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FULL NAMESeong Jin-Soo (Jin)AGE/DOBForty (40) / 10/16/1980GENDERMaleETHNICITYKorean/AmericanHEIGHT/WEIGHT5’9’’ / 175lbsHAIR COLOR/EYE COLORHair: Black / Eyes: BrownSCARS/MARK/TATTOOSTwo scars, one on his stomach and another just above his right eyebrow
CURRENT OCCUPATIONUnemployedCURRENT RESIDENCE ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)Caulders Hollow, North Dakota, 58075BUSINESS ADDRESS (CITY/STATE/ZIP CODE)N/APHONE NUMBER+1 855-794-8490STATE OF DRIVER'S LICENSEN/AE-MAIL ADDRESSjinseong@intramail.comPROBATION/PAROLE/SOCIAL WORKER NAME AND NUMBERMark Butler / (701) 671-1517
CLOTHINGCasual, jacket, tee, jeans and hiking bootsJEWELRYThin gold chain/necklaceSOCIAL NETWORKING SITESN/AANY PHYSICAL/MENTAL/MEDICAL CONDITIONSPTSDLAST KNOWN LOCATIONJin was last seen outside what was the family restaurant at around 9pm. The return of Mara had prompted him to return to the site of her disappearance. Some say he was drunk, others, just inconsolable at the news his daughter had not been seen for two years. Either way, he was asked to leave.POSSIBLE DESTINATIONMany believe that Jin has just up and skipped town. There's even a rumour brewing he's taken the young Ricky with him.
KNOWN ACQUAINTANCESSeong Sang-Hyun
Family, Brother
Sang, the only family member to stick by his brother Jin. They aren’t close but are in contact. Sang has helped set his brother up after his release from prison.
Seong Ji-Dae
Family / Sister
Ji, mother of Do-Yun and sister to Jin, the two originally had reconnected just after the disappearances of both their children. Though, over time, the reminder of the pain they both shared proved to be too much. Ji wrote a letter to Jin upon his release, delivered by their brother Sang.
Mark Butler
Probation Officer
Mark is a good man and a good cop. Too many times has he watched the system create monsters out of misunderstood men, with them being released back into society like a fish onto land. Mark does his best to not only ensure his parolee’s don’t skip town but actually turn their lives around.
Ricky Hightower
Friend
Ricky's a nice but somewhat odd kid, a signature of how much the world has changed in days gone by. Nevertheless they're the only one who's treated Jin with any respect, figures he should return the favour.
RELATIONSHIP TO PREVIOUS MISSING EIGHTFather to Seong Ha-EunTHE DOORMSP: Maximum Security Prison Incorporated brings to you our highly rated: Hollow STEEL Door
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STATEMENTSSeong Sang-Hyun
Brother and Site Foreman for Welders & Son Construction
“Despite everything you’re probably seeing in his file, my brother is a good man. You gotta understand what it was like when we were kids, we didn’t have much choice and there was a family to feed. I know his wife's family had money but there was just a way of doing things, he felt like he had to provide not only for his wife and daughter but for us to. I know… I know that doesn’t excuse what he did but he did his time, he lost his wife and his daughter, he’s paid his debt to society and then some. I know my brother, he wouldn’t… he wouldn’t just leave us, not like this. Please try to find him.”
Mark Butler
Probation Officer
“No, there was no indication or anything to suggest that Jin was about to or has skipped town. I’ve been at this job for 15 years and I know a runner when I see one. The man just came across as… broken I guess is the best word for it. I know he was keen to find out if his brother could get him a job on site and at least try to make something of himself. Sure, I had heard the reports that he was hanging around the restaurant but who can blame him for that? He just wanted to know what happened to his kid. That’s why I can’t believe he skipped, that was the only time he seemed to light up, at the mention of his girl. I think he was trying to put the pieces together but… well who knows what happened.”
Josephine Waiken
Wife of Deceased Partner in Crime, Single Mother, Welfare
“That bastard is gone? Good. I hope everyone will now know what a piece of shit he was. He framed my Johnny! We all know he was the one that pulled the trigger that night, hell, for all I know the son of a bitch probably got my hubby killed up in that hell hole. If it wasn’t for him my baby would have a father! As for if I’ve seen him? Hell no, he should know not to come around these parts, my brothers would return the favour!”
ATTACHMENTSN/A
HARDENED:[+2 BODY ; -2 COOL] Maximum security prison is nothing but a concrete jungle where only the toughest survive. Dog eat dog, kill or be killed, no man goes through their time unscathed; so you learn to fight, to train your body and mind for it, always watching your back. There isn’t much talk in a place like that.SOLITARY:[+1 WILL ; -1 MIND] Twenty long years, can you imagine that? Do you have any idea what it’s like to be stuck suffocating between the four walls of a box day in, day out? Life becomes a perverted groundhog day, crawling by at a snail's pace with every second feeling like an eternity. Everyone breaks, there’s no exception to that but there are those who adapt, whose wills become stronger over time as they reflect on what brought them there and the thought of eventual release. While at the same time there’s a piece of that place that they will forever carry in their mind.PATIENCE:[+1 WILL ; -1 SPEED] Then there are the times where you have to learn to pick your battles. Not every hill is worth dying on but a thinking man is often slow to react.
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INVENTORY
- An Unopened Letter A letter from Ji, somewhat crumpled but unopened.
- Nokia 3310 Strongest phone in the world and the inspiration for many memes, at least that’s how Ricky refers to it.
- A Wallet Contains a couple of 20’s, some change and a picture of Ha as a toddler
____________________________________________________ Character Information Name - Bahk gro-Khadba Gender - Male Race - Osrimer Age - 60, 23rd of Last Seed, 3E388 Faction - Kingdom of Orsinium (former) Class - Warrior Birthsign - The Warrior ____________________________________________________ Skills and Attributes Major: Strength Minor: Endurance Expert: Two Handed and Smithing Adept: Hand to Hand and Acrobatics Apprentice: Heavy Armour ____________________________________________________ Spells Rien, “What do I look like, an Elf?” ____________________________________________________ Character Equipment Weapons Twin Orcish War Axes and a Steel Warhammer Armour An Assortment of Iron and Steel Heavy Armour along with a Chainmail Tee, Leather Pteruges and Leather Boots. Miscellaneous Mule Wagon Wooden Chest Tools set (Hammer, Shovel, Pick Axe, Tree Cutting Axe etc.) Blanket Farm clothes ____________________________________________________ | A P P E A R A N C E Even for an Orsimer, Bahk was always monstrous in size and stature. His skin, a deep pale jade, was so thick that his combat instructors referred to it as hide; fearing his inability to feel the sting of their practice weapons would hinder his proficiency. His hands, calloused beyond all repair, could perfectly wrap around the head of an Imperial, just as his strength was probably enough to crush the life from it. His body, rippled thick with muscle, is a whopping 230 pounds of meat layered like an onion on a towering 6’3’’ frame. So large, Bahk can fondly remember a time where his wife, Zaz, joked to their friends that his only fear was the first floor of any house. Nowadays the Orsimer has his fathers farm to thank for keeping him in shape. Excellent genetics combined with running the place almost single-handedly has ensured he hasn’t lost an inch. Jutting from his jaw, the beast's tusks have grown in a sharp and jagged manner, so hefty in width that it makes it difficult for Bahk to smile. Further up, the bone of his brow (flanked by two ring piercings) is shaped in a permanent furrow, drenching the rest of his face in a natural scowl. At the base of his forehead, a deep scar is carved, streaking from the middle of his eyebrows at a 45 degree angle up his skull. Additional scars are etched across his pec, abs and his left bicep, permanent reminders of the trophies he once collected for his Kingdom. Even though his natural look oozes intimidation, there is a noticeable pain in his walk and the air in which he keeps himself. The mer’s shoulders hang just a little too low, his head often falling forward as his feet barely lift off the ground. In tandem, long gone are the days where Bahk would take adequate care of his hair. Knotting into a singular dread, the black brush mohawkes from just above his forehead, down past the first few vertebrae of his spine. Others have also expressed concern regarding his smell, admittedly there are times where he is so absent from the world that the Orsimer forgets to bathe. The only time he truly comes alive is by the forge or in the heat of battle. Here his muscle memory snaps into place as the rest of his body verberates with a youthful energy. It’s in these moments where he is able to laugh, shouting and jeering as his face fills with a look of exhilaration. The flicker of a flame that once burned brightly as a young Orc. Bahk is also a simple creature, unphased by the flashier dress sense of some of his rebel counterparts. Only in possession of 3 outfits, he makes the choice to live simply, unattached to most of what he carries. His primary and only casual outfit is a simple farmer getup. A collared shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a drawstring that criss crosses at the bottom of a v-neck. It’s woven together from a fraying wool, dyed a dark green and buttoned loosely up the middle. His slacks, a dark maroon, are made from cotton and inundated with shoddy patch jobs all the way up each leg. Looped through their belt rungs is a simple rope, the bindings of which are so worn that it appears to be one meal away from total destruction. Finally, and in stark contrast, is his leather boots. Almost wide enough to fit their resident minotaur, the boots are well crafted and kept in good nick, stretching all the way up his shin and stopping just short of the knee. Crafting them himself, Bahk is of the view that a soldier is only ever as good as what’s on his feet and this pair is always ready for action. Choosing to fight in heavy armour as most Orsimer do, Bahk sports several bits of scavenged steel and iron plates. Crudely bent to fit the oversized beast, he wears a steel chest and back piece, taken from a rather short Breton. Unfortunately neither piece goes much further than the bottom of his rib cage and are held loosely together with ties of leather. In order to counter this, Bahk wears a chainmail t-shirt. Extended by removing the rings that would normally cover the forearms, it’s reshaped to cover his exposed stomach and lower back. Two iron guards are strapped to each forearm, along with an iron spaulder that barely covers his left shoulder. At last a pair of steel plated thigh guards round off the set, doing their best to hide his quads. Scavenged along with the pieces of armour, Bahk wields a steel warhammer as his primary weapon. A basic instrument, the Orsimer was surprised by it’s adequate condition. The handle, made of hardwood, is splinter and crack free, appearing to be barely used. While the business end of the stick is solid, flat on one end and pointy on the other. His final getup is his traditional war pteruges. A defensive multi-layered skirt made from a series of leather lappets, worn around his waist. The skirt sports two palm sized steel rings that hang from each hip; holsters for his twin, orcish, war axes. Passed down from father to son, these items are all Bahk has left of his old life. Worn underneath his plating, the pieces are specifically made for an Orsimer’s moments of berserker rage. Removing all other pieces of armour and laying down his primary weapon, the freedom of his traditional clothing allows his rage to be channeled unimpeded or unencumbered. The only item missing from this extensive range is a blacksmith's apron. Fashioned out of leather, tanned with a dark brown finish and maintained to a pristine condition; the smock haunts Bahk’s every waking moment with him feeling naked without it. |