FULL NAME: Xue Yiting
AGE: 26
BIRTHDATE: 2 January, 1999
BIRTHPLACE: Chongqing, China
ETHNICITY: Chinese
PLACE OF LIVING: Seoul, South Korea
OCCUPATION: Photographer - does modelling photoshoots and candid shoots
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Putonghua (first language), Korean (second language), English (third language), French (fluent), Russian (fluent)
SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual
ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Panromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS:
SHIPPING STATUS: Single-ship PARENTS: Xue Mingze (father - alive), Guo Bai (mother - alive)
SIBLINGS: Xue Yichen (older brother - alive), Xue Dongyang (older brother - alive), Xue Jun (older brother - alive)
PETS: Chloris (13 foot albino Burmese python)
EYE COLOUR: Dark Brown
HAIR COLOUR: Blonde currently
HAIR LENGTH: Just at her shoulders (wears extensions on a regular basis) PIERCINGS: One in each ear
TATTOOS: Small iris on her left wrist, to match her mother's tattoo
BIRTHMARKS: It looks like a typical paint splash in a colour a few shades darker than her skin, on her left butt cheek.
SCARS: A short and very faded scar on her right hip from a blade she was training with as a child, and a small scar at her ankle from falling off a mountain bike as a teenager.
LIKES: Sketching (fantasy characters based on the nature she photographs during days off/quiet days), dancing (it's the zen version of martial arts for her), wine, coffee, vinyl records, sparring DISLIKES: Shrimp, English breakfast tea, pokemon names after the original 151, sitting still, office work, cycling (she used to do this, just hates it now) SKILLS: Weapons expertise; her father is a weapons expert for tv/film, and her mother is a stuntwoman so she has taken classes since she was a child. Krabi-Krabong, Muay Thai, Chess playing (she played competitively in school)
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𝟬𝟬𝟭｡ yiting's private school education did not develop a sense of entitlement for her unlike her classmates. she did face some adversity; granted she had the graces of a well-to-do family, but at the end of the day people still did not always treat her fairly. so she's surprisingly grounded (surprising to people who hear "private school" and expect someone far snootier). 𝟬𝟬𝟮｡ yiting has coulrophobia, that manifests in anger; her first encounter with clowns and her coulrophobia was as a child. one was invited to her birthday party, and she was unaware of this, the clown went to gently surprise her, and she ended up punching said clown. the look of the clown and energy was something yiting was deeply unnerved by. her parents of course then paid the clown double, apologised for her behaviour, asked he leave & informed him she was not usually like that. more tba
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OCTOBER 2025 WHERE TO HIDE. The latter months of 2025 felt like a blur - like a fuzzy dream that had moments of horrendous detail but otherwise flew by in some kind of fog. It started with warning from her family. The warnings were quick - shorthand and never through the same communication method, but what happened had to happen quickly.Emergency management, some would call it. When a family plans how they'll manage in a fire, or during an earthquake, well Yiting's family had an addition to that. They had to plan for the possibility that the past would come back to haunt them. Yiting's parents always knew there was potential, despite their wealth and their ultimately quiet lives, some people hold a grudge.And sometimes when someone holds a grudge, they'll go to any lengths to fulfil revenge. Including seeking out the innocent. Seeking out Yiting.Her parents heard it through whispers from some old but still silently tethered connections, but they didn't realise how far things had reached by the time they could let her know. Yiting's brain clicked into a quiet cold from the first message, coded, and undoubtedly a warning, one telling her to get out and tell no one where she was headed. For the first few moments, she was clinical, packing only what she'd need to get by, locking anything important that she wanted hidden in a small safe she'd installed beneath the floor in her closet, and making her apartment look clean. Like a showroom.But it soon struck her - Eiser, she couldn't even tell Eiser. Of course she knew he could well handle himself, and that nobody from her parents' past could harm him in the same way they could harm humans, but she also knew that trouble didn't just come in the form of injury. Being the reason his name could be dipped into a pool of sharks wasn't something she was willing to risk. Yiting had always thought movies or books where a character protected their love by disappearing without word were silly - surely there was never a time where communication wouldn't make a situation better. But now that fell apart, she'd become what she thought was ridiculous and she simply couldn't see another way around it.She wasn't left with any good choice, any choice that could result in a happy-ever-after, but she knew what choice would keep her alive and keep as many people as she cared about from having to deal with the possibility of her not being around.Yiting had training, years of it, in how to use weapons, how to survive in both urban and rural places with nothing but a small bag of tools, and most importantly in this case, how to hide.It was cliche, but a change in appearance was necessary, a realistic wig, an outfit plain enough to not stand out in a crowd but different in style enough that she couldn't be spotted, and in this case, a prosthetic nose. Enough changes to make someone second guess, enough change to either keep her hidden or to give her a head start.The next step was to get out of the city. Her parents message indicated they'd pulled a few strings and called in a favour - a friend to hunt the hunter. But her hunters had already landed in Seoul.Left with minimal choice, and armed with a couple of small weapons, a burner phone she was prepared to swap out for another, and her disguise, she had to pick the least likely thing. In this instance, that happened to be cycling - something Yiting had come to hate as a hobby, but something that didn't require a trackable card or payment method to be used, and something that could be dumped at will if needed.Hours out of the city, and no interaction with people, Yiting had been given a safe house - up a long and winding path, hidden by countless bush and tree, small and utterly plain.And that was where she made her home. She wasn't sure how long she'd have to remain there, but she prepared to stay a while.Pantry staples could last several months, the eating wouldn't be pretty, but nothing is when one's life is at stake.Waiting.Her fingers itched to tell someone - to talk to Eiser, to tell her brothers she was okay, to ask her parents when she could go home.But she never did. She waited for messages to come to her. Coded updates - updates which for so long seemed to result in no change. It was like some kind of wild goose chase that she couldn't even help with.Waiting.Every meal the same. Every day the same. Eyes staring out of thin slits between blinds, trip wire set up by every exit, motion sensors dotted around the property, a dagger tucked into her waistband during the day and under her pillow at night.Sleeping in small bursts, two hours here, three hours there.Waiting.She'd barely been checking the time or date at this point, her focus was on awareness of her physical surroundings, and hoping for good news - news that let her know she could go home. It wasn't so long that she'd lost all sense of time, so she knew it had been a number of weeks - she just couldn't pinpoint the exact amount.News.It came after a brief nap, she'd laid her head down for around 30 minutes or so, before the phone buzzed beneath her pillow. It was one of the three burners she had on rotation, never with the sound on, just vibration close enough she could feel it.It was the message she'd been waiting for, but no weight felt lifted, no joy rushed through her system. Just a short-lived sigh of relief. The coded message from her parents - their favour had been paid. Those seeking out Yiting had met their end, calculated, quiet to the masses but a loud message to anyone else hoping to chase her.But she was told to wait a little longer. Remain in place, await more information.A few more days of repeated activity; eat, sleep a little, watch the windows and doors, sleep a little, watch the windows and doors, eat.FinallyThere was an ache that sat in her chest, for home, for her life back, for Eiser, so the next message letting her know she could go home made the air feel a little warmer. It made it easier to breathe without worrying she'd alert some shadow.But the journey home had to be planned out as well. A new disguise just to be certain (swapping the outfit for a different style, a new wig; different cut and colour, and opting for prosthetic chin and cheek).But now, thankfully, she could ditch the bicycle. Making her way to a local cafe in the nearest town, she'd have her first coffee in over a month, relishing in the bitter warmth. And the next comfort was in ordering a cab to get herself most of the way home.The cab ride was peaceful, the hum of the vehicle, and the radio tuned to a talkback station, voices she couldn't completely make out with being sat in the backseat.She didn't get out at her apartment building, instead opting to be dropped a few blocks away so that she could take a few different weaving streets before making it back. Her mind was still working on calculations, turns she'd remembered, avoidance of certain cameras, even the way she walked was particular; her gait adjusted to be less recognisably Yiting.Eventually she crossed the threshold into her home, and it wasn't untouched. Whoever had been looking for her came close to finding her - but they were professionals. Things were out of place by only centimetres; enough for Yiting to tell, but nothing that would've alerted authorities.Nothing was taken, but every area searched.Fairly thorough, though, they missed the one spot she'd prayed (despite her lack of faith) they would.It was her first task, opening her safe and retrieving everything. Her phone was first, returning the SIM card, turning it back on, and freezing at the sight of Eiser as her lock screen image. Breathe caught in her throat, everything else forgotten.It was November now.Her first message was to Eiser, it was typed and deleted and re-typed what felt like thousands of times, but eventually she hit send.I'm so sorry - I can't explain anything over text, but you deserve to know. Can we meet, please?Only when the screen started to blur did she realise she'd started crying.