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Woo, alias Soomi, has recently escaped the loop of dysfunctional life she was born into and is still suffering from culture shock. Traveling to the other side of the world does that. While her passive vocabulary in English is sufficient for daily life, she isn't as prepared for simple chitchat or bemoaning the woes of a demigod. Her company is hence less wordy than most. Make no mistake, because silence can cut you and the soul her body is in possession of doesn't seem squeamish about it.

► Full Name: Hoo Woo (후 우) Jo Soo-Mi (조 수미)

► Species: Demigoddess

► Nationality: Korean

► Ethnicity: Korean-Turkish

► Birthday: 1 December 2007 (9 years old)

► Registered Parents: Jo Ka-Hee and Jo Yong-Jin

► Guardian: Jo Yong-Jin

► Height: 133 cm (4"3')

► Date of Arrival: 30/1/2017

► Claimed by: Pandia

► Time of Claiming: Immediately upon arrival

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Years of living in fear has compressed Woo’s heart into a small sterling gem, obstinate and isolated. As she is but a child, it seems only fair to cut her some slack. However, she has proven time and time again that she can handle the pressure of life’s blade against her neck. Having ‘cornered animal’ mode as a default inhibits her social growth and puts her survival skills a few notches above the average demigod. Forget how unperturbed her facade is — she takes most things rather well and without dissolving into the hollow paranoia that clouds her judgment. Instead of moping about how she doesn’t have wisdom beyond her years, she applies whatever assets are available. Not everyone is a child genius with straight As and multitudinous academic achievements and honorable mentions and if South Korea can’t process that, it can sink into the ocean for all she cares. The same concerns the rest of the world as well. In the end, the classroom is still a heavily controlled environment based after when people worked at factories and got graded like meat. Woo isn’t the sharpest crayon in the box, but she’s relieved to know that no, her grades do not make her any less of a person.

Once disassembled and identified, it becomes increasingly harder to excuse her inability to stand her ground. She employs every card up her sleeve to displace the sense of accountability to someone else. Mention responsibility and she may very well take off running. Faultless doesn't ring a bell in her head, but does evoke a suffocating sense of shame. Consequences have always been so dire in her case that to flee and let someone else endure the blow was the only choice in her favor. Most people grit their teeth at the decisions they have to make — Woo is no different. In time, shifting the extremes into something less seems palpable, but for the present, she'll have to wallow and try to live with herself. She's a coward, so be it, but at least she's alive. Sugarcoating the truth feels like too much of a pity act now; you won't hear a peep of protest if you call her out. Some part of her won't agree and will heatedly argue that it's justified. She muffles that voice through decreased eye contact and zipped lips.



► A dozen or so pairs of scissors strung on her belt. Look harmless until you realize they're Celestial bronze. Each one be tugged apart and reattached. Act as daggers.

► A pouch of Celestial bronze thumbtacks and magnets.

► A separate bag full of finely ground Celestial bronze. Emergencies only.

► Three changes of clothes.