Archived:Wendy Jung

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Personality
Jiyeon is all-out adorable. She has a tendency to always make people smile. She loves plushies, especially ones of giraffes, Domo, and Totoro. She also loves all animals, especially cats. She's a very loving person, and loves people regardless of their actions, appearance, or the way they treat her. She's very forgiving, which can be bad for her, since she can be led on or swayed easily. She isn't shaken by rude behavior, she just tries harder to be friends with that person and make them feel better so that they wouldn't act so bitter. Her life motto is, "I don't blame people who are mean or cruel or anythng in those categories. They only act that way because their hearts are full of bitterness. So I'll take it to be my job to help people look past that sorrow to find a happy place. ^.^" She also believes in moving on from the past and doesn't like to dwell over sad memories. She also falls in love easily and treats everyone. Although she doesn't like to dwell in the past, sometimes she thinks of it by accident, but continues to acts cheerful, even if her insides are crumbling from that small memory.

History
My mummy, a Vietnamese-Japanese-Korean woman named Jung Sooyoung, took a trip to visit her ill father in Seoul, and met a man around her age, and he looked lost in the bustling city. My mum is kind and she went to talk to him. Soon, they began talking more reguarly. My mum fell in love with him,, silly mummy, because he was Thanatos, Lord of Death. But a few months later, her father,, my grandfather, died from his sickness. My mum was numb with grief, and went out to drink her sorrows away. Thanatos, of course, stuck by her side. He felt sad that my mum soon fell into disrepair, and not just because of my grandfather's death. She became pregnant with me, but continued doing drinking and drugs, caring less about what could happen to the little bump in her belly that was me.

A year later, my mum gave birth to me. But her months of her body falling into disrepair, my powerful birth destroyed her. Her last breath mingled with my first. Although it pained him, Thanatos could not stay near his demigod child, so he disappeared. So I went into the care of an orphanage. There, they beat me with rough hands, and the kids didn't like me. I was unwanted. Unloved. But they were only bitter because they suffered much, like me. I don't blame them one bit.

Anyway, a few years living in the orphanage in Korea, my uncle was finally found and contacted, and I was put in his care. He lived allll the way in Japan. I went to live with him when I was three. I lived five years in Japan with my drug-addicted, drinking uncle. Like my mother. But he at least loved me, and I love him too, no matter what he did to me with his rough hand while drunk or woozy from a drug.

When I was eight, my uncle stole some money from the company he was working at. Fearing he would be caught, he packed up our things and we left. We traveled the world, trying not to be caught. I love Ireland and Britain the most. Even in London, where it rains constantly, either it's too hot or too cold, it's so beautiful. My uncle became very messed up, and abused me in many ways-physically, verbally, and the one that scarred me the most, he abused me sexually. I still love him though. Even though he left many scars on my heart and my body, he still cared for me.

Eventually, my uncle got caught in America buying cocaine and marijuana. Isn't that such a funny word? Mar-ih-wah-nah. But anyway, he got arrested and I went to my cousin in Vietnam. He treated me so kindly. I went to live with him when I was ten. He always looked out for me, and he was a demigod too-a son of Harmonia who had just graduated from a mortal university. I lived in Vietnam until I was 13, when I was mauled by a hellhound. My cousin found me half-dead with the black beast standing over me. He killed it, but my cousin wasn't the brightest man on the block, and thought his demigod scent was just spiking out again. He swore to protect me, unaware I was a demigod too.

We went to America and he found an apartment in New York City. He explained to me why I got attacked, and explained the whole demigod-gods-fiasco. He told me I was probably just a mortal who could see through the Mist. He taught me to fight, just in case, and gave me his bow and arrows, plus his katana, a gift from a fallen friend. I cherish it deeply.

I was attacked constantly, but I used my cousin's katana and bow to fight them off when he wasn't there for me. Finally, when I was 14, me and my cousin were walking along the Long Island shore when a giant attacked us. A demigod, named Hyacinth, had been trailing us, since she had been told there were demigods along here. She helped me kill the giant, but it was too late for my Oppa, my cousin. I'll never forget his kindness.

Hyacinth rescued me and took me to Camp. I was then claimed into the Thanatos Cabin. All these things that happened in my life, they happened for a reason. I want to make others smile, so if they suffered like me, they will still have some happiness in their hearts. So smile on forever, even if the sorrow, the anger, the bitternes,s the grief is killing you inside, always find something to fight for. Always find a reason to smile.