Personal Message
— Royal High 2020
Year
04
Pts
100
goth, slacker & troublemaker
zhou jieqiong
identification number
#S402
classes
08 classes
your core classes
algebra, composition, english, biology, psychology
your elective(s)
theatre, photography, auto mechanics
clubs
02 clubs joined
your club(s)
film, creative writing
sports
01 sports joined
your sport team(s)
archery
Description
used to live with her mother back in china, moving from city to city following her mother’s business. her mother’s family was one of the richest family business out there, and jieqiong had grown up enjoying life as much as a little kid could, she had everything she wanted, and was deeply loved and cared by her mother. though she couldn’t say the same for the rest of the family. they had despised her for being a child born out of wedlock, saying that she was a disgrace to the family. but she tried her best so she could fit in, being the perfect girl that they would expect her to be. academic-wise, personality-wise, even extra talent classes, she was perfect in everything.
but that wasn’t enough. it was never enough.
when her mother passed away when jieqiong was 15 from a car accident, the girl was casted out of the family. her life taken away so brutally without even giving her the chance to even beg. having no choice left, she used whatever money she had left for emergency purposes and bought a one-way trip plane ticket to seoul, south korea, in search of her biological father having heard about him from her mother before
she didn’t remember how she found him anymore, more like she wasn’t too keen on having a trip down memory lane remembering how she had to sleep in the streets in the cold, struggling with the language barrier, stealing food from the convenience stores, all before she eventually found him a few weeks later. the man had been kind enough to take her in, having recognized her almost instantly despite years of missing out on her life. but the gap between them was ever present in various ways from the language barrier to the awkward moments between the newfound father and daughter. so jieqiong did her best to bond with the man she now calls father, finding excuses and forcing herself to spend more time with him. yet things still remained awkward between them. the only time when they would have a normal conversation was when they were discussing about his job. he was a mechanic, his time mostly spent in his auto-mechanic shop. strange enough for her, she slowly found herself growing more interested in the man’s lifestyle, thus she began to spend most of her time between school and working with him in his shop, learning how to fix cars and bikes.
on the other hand, life in her new school wasn’t all that good for her. people weren’t exactly accepting of this new kid who barely spoke their language. she got mixed up with the wrong crowd soon enough, the burnouts, the outsiders, the slackers. their definition of fun had certainly intrigued her. peer pressure was real because she soon found herself doing things that she thought she would never do.
when their usual antics of skipping classes, stealing money and anything from anyone and anywhere, drinking till drunk, stopped satisfying her, she began to resolve to more extreme methods. she enjoyed the thrill and fun in the most dangerous and crazy things, and she had wanted more.
her first street car race, with the car that she stole from her father’s garage, had been nothing but eye-opening and thrilling for her, the thrill of the rush and high of the adrenaline rush fuelled her as she slowly got addicted to it. she was one of the youngest contestants, the daring and fearless personality behind her dazzling beauty easily made her into one of the most adored contestants. her first car was won as a bet, after months of joining races using only stolen or borrowed cars, everyone had been happy for her.
Yet things only turned worst.
her first ride with her new car had been with her closest friend, her first true friend ever since she moved to the city, in the dead of the night around the asleep city. there were no limits, nothing could have stopped them, not even the traffic lights or the security cameras placed around the streets. her friend was the one behind the wheel, one last round before officially calling it a night, they said. but it was too late, and too fast. by the time jieqiong realized what was going on, the car was going off the road, spinning and spinning until it crashed into the wall.
her friend died on impact, and jieqiong managed to walk away with only minor injuries. she was arrested soon after, facing multiple charges and she would have been in juvenile if not for her mother’s family. it was a surprise when the family’s lawyer had reached out to her, offering a deal that she could not reject.
that was the story of how she managed to walk away completely clean, and was able to have a fresh start in royal high, a school that her mother’s family had insisted on her attending. in school she was rarely seen in classes, as she could mostly likely be found violating school rules in some quiet corners of campus. keeping a low profile and staying out of trouble could only last so long for her, not even months later she was already out in the streets again, seeking temporary highs and adrenaline rush. studying was never her top priority anymore, but she knew she would have to graduate at some point eventually.
for now, she just wanted a fun school life, and she would be damned if she let anyone or anything stopped her from having it.
leathers, chokers, fishnets, dark clothing, piercing (ear lobe + helix), oversized clothing, combat boots, sneakers + more tba .
pessimist, sadomasochist, reckless, depressed, gloomy, dishonest, disobedient, insulting, irresponsible
passionate, determined, sensitive, daring, intelligent, self-confident, witty, fearless
here, here, here, here, here.
cars, motorcycles, street races, alcohol, late night drives / walks, road trips, city lights, home-cooked meals, black roses, cigarettes, photography, poetry, polaroid cameras, watching movies, money, reading
disloyal people, losing on bets, authority figures, ism, racism, cold leftover meals, being poor or not having enough cash, bugs, extreme weather
she got away with mostly everything but some of her criminal records include:
- grand theft auto, theft, breaking and entering, vandalism, grafitti, ID counterfeiting, shoplifting,
- owns a bike that she won as a bet from one of her street races .
- actually knows how to play guitar, piano and pipa, having taken lessons when she was young but never lets anyone listen to her play anymore
- is obsessed with playing electric guitar now
- has the special little skill of falling asleep anywhere and anytime
- works in her father's shop, as well as part-time in the convenience store for extra cashflow
- the money that she earns/wins usually goes into buying car/bike parts, food, clothing, alcohol and cigarettes
- is currently saving up to buy herself a real car instead of the usual stolen cars
- has good fashion sense
- habitually smokes especially when she is under extreme stress, though she actually doesn't like the smell of smoke
- keeps a small butterfly knife on her at all times, even in school
- once stolen a police car before as a dare, and drove it around the city the entire night
- keeps a journal that she scribbles in, random diary snippets of thoughts and feelings, along with very rare occasional poetry and tons of photos
- speaks korean, mandarin and english
- only likes reading fictional books and never non-fictional.
Le coucher du soleil remplissait tout le ciel de la couleur profonde des rubis , embrasant les nuages. Les vagues se sont écrasées et ont dansé le long du rivage, se déplaçant de haut en bas dans un rythme gracieux et doux, comme elles dansaient. La peinture était un champ de fleurs, avec des bleus et des jaunes profonds et riches sur des tiges vertes vibrantes qui semblaient vous inviter à entrer et à les ramasser.
Le coucher du soleil remplissait tout le ciel de la couleur profonde des rubis , embrasant les nuages. Les vagues se sont écrasées et ont dansé le long du rivage, se déplaçant de haut en bas dans un rythme gracieux et doux, comme elles dansaient. La peinture était un champ de fleurs, avec des bleus et des jaunes profonds et riches sur des tiges vertes vibrantes qui semblaient vous inviter à entrer et à les ramasser.
soon
