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Dec 16 2017, 12:39 AM
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Today was the best day of her life. Second best, she quickly corrected herself, but still, standing up here after three years of hard work felt pretty good! Even better, considering that she was going out with a job in her hands in such a competitive market, however inglorious it was. Her internship had really been the gift that kept on giving.
<p>She straightened her gown and sought out familiar faces in the crowd, disinterested in whatever was going on on stage that didn't involve her or any of her immediate social circle -- but it wasn't like it was difficult to find her Bo, considering even seated he was towering over everyone else, especially her poor parents. It still made Ae laugh how alarmed they always looked beside him, even after all this time. (There were a lot of things that she still had to learn about them, after so many years of misunderstandings, and she was determined to make the effort.) She waved frantically, hoping to be seen over the wall of bodies, as even in her heels she wasn't sure she'd be much more than a hand over some hats.
<p>"Faculty of Tourism and Hospitality," called out the dean, and her pod of people quickly formed a line, chattering excitedly and snapping pictures. Ae waved a few more times before she began approaching the stage, heart thrumming nervously in her chest. Her diploma was already clutched in between her fingers, and she hoped to God that she wasn't secreting sweat all over it, nor the hands of the college officials onstage, whom she exchanged clunky but grateful greetings and thanks with.
<p>Once all was said and done, there were only a few more brief and dry speeches before it was all over -- it wasn't like she'd gone to a top-tier school, so there wasn't much else to do except let the students disperse to go off and do their own things.
<p>She didn't feel much different as a college graduate, but maybe it would be different when she started work? (There wasn't much to expect except more of the same, she reckoned -- Ms. Ok had gotten used to her glorified coffee donkey.) Then again, she had given herself about ten seconds, but she liked immediate results.
<p>Despite the crowd, it took her hardly any time at all to reach the spot where her parents and boyfriend were, and at the sight of them and the pride on their faces she immediately teared up and rushed in for a hug.
<p>"Ah, I'm so glad you came!" she blubbered, once she'd squeezed her mother and father tight and threw her arms as best she could around Bo. "God, I know I should be the happiest person right now, but all I can think of how hot this stupid gown is." She was basically swimming in it -- there weren't many left in her sizing group, so she had to make do with one a couple up haphazardly pinned. Shrugging herself out of it, she smiled up at them all and wiped away a stray tear with her fingernail. "So? Do I suddenly seem more mature?~"

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<h1>Hobbies</h1>
throwing parties | working with electronics | motorcycling | exercising | gardening |

<br><h1>Likes</h1>
costumes | minigames | tennis | gold | garlic | rude humour | black cats | chickens | action films | Bo-rhee

<br><h1>Dislikes</h1>
music boxes | clowns | sand | bullies | eggs | gems | her cousin

<h1>Player Name:</h1>
Lyhe

<br><h1>Other Characters:</h1>
He-ran Cha | Luka Beniov-Jung | Daeyu Han | Opal Pyo | Sumi Noi | Bo-ui Sun

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PM for Discord!!

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Warui

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UIWANG POLICE DEPARTMENT

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<br>CASE NUMBER: 122006111593
<br>DATE: 21/03/2000
<br>REPORTING OFFICER(S): Det. Kim Jinwoo, Officer Albert Lee, Private 1st Class Ong Gina
<br>PREPARED BY: Cpl. Jun Joon-sul
<br><br>INCIDENT CLASSIFICATION: child abduction; assault with intent of deadly force
<br>INCIDENT SUMMARY: On March 21, 2000, at approximately 15:00, two unidentified males entered Happy Dayz Daycare and abducted 3 children at gunpoint. Three shots fired. No causalities. Two wounded.
<br><br>ADDRESS OF OCCURRENCE: 6, Daehak-ro 20beon-gil, Uiwang.
<br>WITNESSES:
<br><i>Moon Yunho:</i> Male, 47, Korean, day care attendant.
<br><i>Pyo Bogsung:</i> Female, 6, Korean, attendee.
<br><i>Yoo Shin:</i> Male, 6, Korean, attendee.
<br><i>Jang Marii:</i> Female, 5, Korean, attendee.
<br>VICTIMS:
<br><i>Choe Liang:</i> Male, 52, Korean-Chinese, janitor.
<br><i>Gang Myung-hee:</i> Female, 33, Korean, day care attendant.
<br><i>Kim Doo-sun:</i> Male, 6, Korean, attendee. Missing.
<br><i>Io Chung-ae:</i> Female, 5, Korean, attendee. Missing.
<br><i>Boris Sorn:</i> Male, 4, Korean-American, attendee. Missing.
<br><i>Lu Ge-i:</i> Female, 4, Korean, attendee.
<br><br>DETAIL OF EVENTS: On March 21, 2000, at approximately 15:25, two unidentified males entered Happy Dayz Daycare demanding that the 4 children in attendance be given over to them. Witness statements from all three interviews report their faces as obscured, as they were wearing cartoon character masks, but consistently identify them as males (one approx. 165-170cm tall, heavy-set, wearing a dark blue shirt, blue jeans, and sunglasses over his mask, one approx. 190cm tall, muscular but heavy-set, wearing a red shirt, black jeans, and yellow windbreaker. Witnesses suspect that he may be Caucasian [American] based on skin tone and accent).
<br><br>Daycare owner Moon Yunho was in the snack room with Pyo Bogsung, Yoon Shin, and Jang Mari. After hearing shouting and the first gunshot, he followed standard lockdown protocols in the room and called 112.
<br><br>Daycare worker Gang Myung-hee and janitor Choe Liang were in the playroom with the remaining four children.
<br><br>"I was just called out to clean up a mess -- you know, those things happen with kids -- when these two guys stormed into the room," said Choe in his witness statement. "They were yelling something about giving the kids up, and one of them started waving a gun around. When I started going down on my hands and knees like they asked, he spooked or something and shot me in the leg."
<br><br>Gang Myung-hee attempted to shield the children but was incapacitated by two further shots taken to the chest, after which Kim Doo-sun, Io Chung-ae, and Boris Sorn had cloth bags placed over their heads and were escorted out of the room. Choe reports that Boris was hit in the head with the gun butt and knocked unconscious. Lu Ge-i, the fourth child, was sufficiently hidden behind Gang to avoid notice and capture.
<br><br>Street witnesses report that a white pickup truck without a license plate and tinted windows was spotted in the area shortly before and after the abduction. Red light cameras at Nang-ro and Daehak-ro at 15:31 spotted the same vehicle running a light. All personnel are reminded to keep an eye out in the surrounding districts for any vehicle that matches that description and are encouraged to notify civilians to do the same.
<br><br>Officer Albert Lee and Private 1st Class Ong Gina arrived on scene at 15:43 following 112 dispatch request at 15:28. Medical personnel arrived at 15:58 to provide treatment for Gang Myung-hee (shot twice in upper left abdomen) and Choe Liang (shot once in right calf). Det. Kim Jinwoo arrived at 16:03 to begin taking statements and searching for evidence.
<br><br>ACTIONS TAKEN: Red alert issued through Uiwang and outlying districts; if necessary, spread word through province. Getting back the children is priority one. All personnel are encouraged to take extra precaution approaching any citizens that match the description of the perpetrators. If the children are anywhere near, do not engage alone.
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<p>Chung-ae is named for love. Perhaps that's why she craves it like water and air, cursed against her own will to chase it and hold it in her arms and never let it go, not ever.
<br><br>And she doesn't remember much, from when she was young; she does not remember bedtime stories, or sunny days at the park, or being held and told how much she meant. She sometimes worms her head under her someone's fingers, anyone's, desperate to be stroked like a dog, and she melts when she's indulged, and feels empty when they pull away.
<br><br>But she remembers her sixth birthday. Her first memory. It's vanilla cream cake and a pile of presents, and there's the satisfaction with the idea that this is all for her, and that everyone that attends thinks she's the best in the world. They sing Happy Birthday and chant her name in unison, and Ae could get used to it. She wants to immortalise it this way, freeze-frame and play back the moment she blows out the candles and everyone cheers.
<br><br>But there's a dark spot over the sun that her rose-tinted glasses can't hide, and it's a girl standing over her while she sits on the swingset and eats her second piece of cake (which she's not supposed to have, and why she sneaked off from her own celebration in the first place). Her cousin, with her long legs and wiry arms; she's pretty, everyone says so, and so Ae wants to be pretty too.
<br><br>"Hey, chubby bunny, don't eat it all at once!" she says, like she's trying to be funny, but there's a meanness to the curve of her mouth that makes Ae stop mid-chew and, when no one is looking, spit the rest into her napkin.
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<p>There is a reason Chung-Ae isn't allowed to walk home alone like the other kids, and she isn't sure what it is, but she doesn't question it when she learns that children are cruel.
<br><br>"Hey, look, it's Chunk-Ae!" calls a boy across the playground when she sits folded on the bench, trying to use the shape of her body to hide its size. She would never dare to step near the playground, not after the jokes that the jungle gym quaked beneath her feet. She curls her fingers around the hem of her skirt, hoping the crunching of woodchips is not the sign of an approach...but she is mistaken.
<br><br>"Why are you so sad? It's almost lunch, your best subject." She doesn't even know his name. He's older, and she hardly interacts within her own classroom.
<br><br>"L-leave me alo-alone." It's a barely legible mumble, but it's the best that Chung-Ae can do; her heartrate picks up at her bravery to defend herself at all.
<br><br>"Aww, what are you going to do? Fall on me?" There's cruel snickering -- it's a pod of them, wrapping in a small semicircle around the front of the bench, like at any moment they'll sweep forwards in a wave and leave no trace of her behind except the lollipop wrapper that was stuck to her blazer pocket.
<br><br>There's a spray of dirt; woodchips bounce off her glasses and tangle into her hair. She didn't turn her head in time, but at least there weren't any rocks mixed in. She hated to explain the bruises on her cheeks away.
<br><br>"Jeez, Chunky, all you had to do was open your fat mouth and none of that would have happened. Let's try again." She can see a teacher looking, out of the corner of her downtilted eye; when there's another spray of dirt, she manages to mitigate it by ducking her head, but it goes down the back of her shirt.
<br><br>He observes her for a few more seconds, evidently not aware that she can see -- and he turns away to yell at some boys rolling down the grassy knoll.
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<p>"Let's play a game!" Her cousin presses her palms together, smiling broadly. "Let's play...sheriffs and cowboys!"
<br><br>Her friends nod and giggle, unwilling to challenge their leader on her favourite game -- the only game they play when Ae is around, mostly because she's the only one willing to be the bad guy among this group of clear heroes.
<br><br>"Ae, do you want to be the cowboy?"
<br><br>No, she sighs internally, but she smiles outside and nods.
<br><br>There is still a disturbing sense of being chosen, even though she knows exactly what her role entails -- usually her escaping up a tree, and the rest of them standing around the bottom until they get tired and go home. Sometimes they bring snacks and bottles of water and stay for hours, until her skin peels off from the sun beating down on her back.
<br><br>But she does her job, and she starts running, thought it's not very fast. Her heart isn't in it, even though it constricts when she hears them gaining on her, until one of them grabs her shoulder and spins her around and swings his toy gun down right into her face.
<br><br>It connects hard with her nose; she thinks she feels something give, and suddenly there's something wet on her face. She presses her finger to her lips curiously to draw them away painted red. It's only then that the pain really starts.
<br><br>She starts to cry, with her cousin and her friends standing in a circle around her, looking down. One of them starts laughing; her cousin elbows them in the side and gives them a warning glance before she squats down next to Ae.
<br><br>"You're not gonna tell your mom, are you?" This is the only time she has ever heard genuine concern from her cousin, but it hardens. "He didn't hit you that hard, you dumb baby. Stop crying." Her fingers knock Ae's away roughly from the wounded appendage, pinching her nose and tilting her head back. "See? You're fine. You won't tell my mom either, right?"
<br><br>Ae wants to say no, but she can't, not with the blood all down her face. She's afraid to open her mouth, and the intensity in her cousin's eyes cows her further.
<br><br>The grip on her nose tightens until she is forced to yelp in pain, and her cousin uses it like a handle to nod her head in assent; the stormclouds suddenly clear into a bright and beautiful rainbow smile.
<br><br>"Good girl!" she murmurs, and her fingers run through Ae's curls, locking into them to tug again. "If you tell anyone, you won't get to play with us again. Wouldn't that be so sad?"
<br><br>And it makes her so mad, that she would be sad, even though every game ends up with her as the sole victim. It would be sad that she would never have anyone to talk to again, and her cousin knows this fully well, because she bobs her head like she's one of those bobbleheads on the bus driver's dash.
<br><br>"I knew you wouldn't rat us out!" she says cheerfully, and she stands back up. When Ae doesn't follow suit, her smile slips back into a frown, a dangerous one.
<br><br>"Hey, we're not done playing yet, are we? Don't be boring," she whines. "Come on, start running!"
<br><br>So Ae does. She runs and runs until she collapses eventually, and when they find her, they all laugh and leave her there, blood pooled on her favourite blouse, until she finally manages to pick herself up and go home for dinner.
<br><br>"Good heavens, Ae, you idiot, what did you do to your blouse? What happened to your nose?" scolds her father, and she catches a glimpse of her cousin at the dinner table, her index finger pressed to her lips in a secret smile. It isn't a hard symbol to understand.
<br><br>"I fell."
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<p>"Did you hear the news?" Her mother is holding the phone expectantly.
<br><br>She had, of course. How could she not? Her golden cousin, accepted into one of the biggest entertainment companies in the world with flying colours. If it wasn't the biggest, it would be with her in it, wouldn't it?
<br><br>"I don't want to say hi," she says automatically, panicked; for some reason, she can never put the phone down when her cousin is talking, no matter what she's saying, a siren song calling her to smash on the cliffs.
<br><br>"Oh, Ae," says her mother in exasperation. "Why can you never be happy for her? It isn't ladylike to be jealous."
<br><br>(She does not mention the straight A's and honour rolls. She does not mention the class presidency. She does not mention the work and work she had to put in to drop all that weight, or being the star player of the tennis team, or any of that. She does not mention the time that she heard her mother through the wall on the line with her aunt, when she said "oh, gosh, I wish that we could trade daughters.")
<br><br>(Because who wouldn't want her cousin? Effortlessly beautiful and stunningly talented? Who wouldn't want her over some former fat kid who still has loose skin on her arms that shakes when she hits the ball? Does it even matter how far it goes or if it scores a point when all people see is Chunky, the little girl that never really outgrew her baby fat, even when it stopped being cute?)
<br><br>(So she does not deny her mother these desires, because she knows herself how worthless her own achievements are. She knows her mother still loves her, most of the time, and most of the time is enough, because Ae knows, without certainty, that she does not love herself at all, and who can love someone that can't even respect themselves?)

<br><br>She picks up the handheld and presses Talk.
<br><br>"Congratulations," she says weakly into the receiver, and she tries her hardest to really mean it.
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<p>Her fingers run along the edge of her mug, and her palm covers it when more coffee is offered; she smiles down at the table, rather than up, and says no thank you.
<br><br>Event planning? her mother had wondered aloud with that tone, the unspoken subtext: when you've never even really been to a party?
<br><br>But she observed parties, company livestreams and awards shows and even just the ones her cousin threw, wild raves until 5 a.m. where she would sit on the swinging seat outside and watch what seemed, to her, to be the happiest people in the world. Parties made people happy.
<br><br>If she could make people happy, could she steal a sliver of it for herself?
<br><br>(And there are days she remembers her first and last party, in the garden in the fall. She remembers joy, if only vaguely, but enough to know she was hooked on the feeling.)
<br><br>"I'm doing it," she said firmly, and closed the programme booklet. Her parents shrugged, but didn't argue. As long as it was something.
<br><br>So she enjoys college. She enjoys being away from home, far away from anyone that knows her; she likes the campus, and her professors, and her classes -- and she still doesn't really have any friends, but that's not a deviation in routine.
<br><br>...but there are the people online, sometimes, who make her laugh, a gross and distinctive sound that makes her roommates poke their heads in to make sure she's not dying -- so she covers her hand with her mouth and experiences these brief moments of private glee.
<br><br>She knows what got her into this world, when she saw the first fansite for her cousin crop up, back when she was still a trainee -- there as a burning in her heart that she could not identify.
<br><br>It was in college, after 18 years, that Ae realised she could hate.
<br><br>She channels this energy into learning everything she can about this world. About the people in it, who they are, what they do. About exactly how she can, systematically, tear the bitch down brick by brick. She remembers this every time she catches a glimpse of her nose in the mirror, ever-so-slightly crooked. Ae wants her to experience pain.
<br><br>(It's late at night, falling asleep alone, that she worries she is becoming the person she hates most.)
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<p>There were few things that Ae really expected to come out of her internship: one was the promise of a job, as one of Ms. Ok's personal aides (she had never thought the old bat had particularly liked her, though her work ethic was undeniable); one was her motley group of interim roommates and intern colleagues, who came to understand her for who she was and allowed her to be that person; and the final thing was Bo-rhee.
<br><br>Falling in love was like stepping into the ocean in spring -- it's just a little bit too cold, a little bit too sudden, enough to take one's breath away and, if you weren't paying attention, to knock you off your feet.
<br><br>So she fell, hard, face-first and senselessly, jumping in instead of dipping her feet. Ae knew fully well how starved she was for attention, and how receptive she was to it, and how easily these things could be used against her, and yet she still couldn't help herself at the first opportunity to have it offered. She didn't know that it would stay, so she clung tightly, unwilling to let go.
<br><br>And eventually, it became the ocean in summer -- familiar and warm, but still unpredictable enough to be new every day. There were a lot of firsts, a lot of risks, a lot of tears because of how overwhelming it was to be genuinely cared for, and needed, and loved, loved, loved in the smallest ways, like saving all the yellow jelly beans for her. Who the hell did that? That was another bout of crying (assuaged by jelly beans).
<br><br>Soon, new became routine, but it never stopped being fresh, and Ae's heart never really stopped finding ways to swoop into her stomach all over again -- and she didn't want it to.
<h1>Connections</h1>
Hobbies/Likes/Dislikes: Related to Wario's. There's a lot of them so I won't go into detail but they're almost all taken from his games and interactions.
<br>Twitter Handle: Warui is what Wario is derived from (the Japanese word for bad), and the Ware is just based on the WarioWare series.
<br>Dates/Numbers: Her birthdate is the same as Wario's in canon (October 21), and may of the other dates and numbers are taken from Wario or Nintendo-related events.
<br>Laugh: The mentions of her laugh being so distinctive is a callback to Wario's iconic cry.
<br>Chickens: Wario had a chicken named Hen at one point. Wario would not die for much, and wouldn't give his treasure up for even less, but he would give it all for Hen. Ae raises chickens for fun and loves them all to pieces!!
<br>Weight: Wario is obese, something he is often mocked for, as was Ae when she was a child. However, Wario was also notable for being extremely strong and capable, and he enjoyed exercise despite his perceived ability, as did Ae.
<br>Crude Humour: Wario's fucking gross, but mostly in the Japanese translations of the games -- he's super toned down in the Western market, which is the approach I went for.
<br>Anti-Hero: Wario is sometimes portrayed as a classical villain, but he's also teamed up with 'the good guys' several times and is always displayed as sportsmanlike in games like the sports series, Mario Party, and Super Smash Brothers. Ae is a bad guy, but she's not a bad guy; she still acts on what she personally believes to be the best course of action -- and yeah, she can be tremendously selfish in that decision-making process, but so can everyone else. She's not inherently malicious towards anyone that doesn't give her a reason to be, similar to Wario typically only targeting Mario and his direct allies.
<br>Kidnapping: Based on the Yoshi Story DS game, where Bowser and Kamek go back in time to kidnap the Star Children to take over the universe. Wario was specifically dumped in a cave for throwing a tantrum, as Ae was dumped in a road tunnel for the same thing. Each of the other children also correlate to the other Star Children: Mario and Peach were rescued before they could be kidnapped and Yoshi wasn't present, hence Marii, Bogsang, and Shin all being with the "Stork", Yunho. Luigi was present but managed to hide, represented by Ge-i, and Donkey Kong, Wario, and Baby Bowser were all kidnapped, represented by Doo-sun, Chung-ae, and Boris.
<br>Bullying/Validation: Wario's rivalry with Mario was started when they were children. Mario frequently bullied Wario (it's painted as genuinely malicious or oblivious, depending which side you look at), forcing him to do dangerous tasks and always demanding to be the sheriff when they played cowboys, never allowing Wario to take the place of the hero and physically assaulting him. As they got older, Wario became jealous of Mario's popularity as well. This is all reflected in Ae's relationship with her cousin -- the bullying as children and rising need for validation and the chance to be The Best, and the jealousy over her cousin's success as an idol, which she feels is undeserved.
<br>Work Ethic/Electronic Skill: Wario as meant as a foil to Mario, as Mario fights for others while Wario fights for what's his or what he wants. Mario is more reactionary, while Wario is actually, despite often being portrayed as unintelligent, smarter than he is given credit for, and usually has elaborate plans to get what he wants. Ae also works pretty hard, and she's not a usual risk-taker. He is also capable of making complex items like teleportation helmets in seconds, translated to Ae being great with mechanical devices and some electronics.
<br>Work Friends: Based on Wario's WarioWare employees.
<br>Ali: Ali represents Princess Peach, as Wario never has a crush on Princess Peach in the series (except one comic) but is still often misinterpreted as being in love with her. Ae has similarly never been in love with Ali, but many people think, based on a singular comment that he'd be the idol she'd date back in 2014, that she has a madcap crush on him to this day, regardless of her relationship status. (TY to Penny for lending me your child,,,)

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<h1>Intro</h1>
You've probably seen Ae running around your company HQ completely frazzled a few times -- she's easily recognisable by effortlessly wearing eight-inch heels in dead winter and an enourmous head of wavy hair. If not, then you probably know her from her exceedingly popular blog, where she keeps very exact notes on every public step you've taken...so watch it!

<h1>Friends</h1>
Yeah! She's not an entirely irredeemable person. In fact, she's actually pretty okay? People would be surprised to find how insecure she is about herself, though it's a work in progress.
<br><br>She's pretty organised, so she's really good at keeping in touch and checking in on people she cares about (but she really loves if people take the time to think about her every so often, too, considering how starved for attention she can be). While she doesn't easily call others friend, once she does, she's pretty loyal (though it'd be an overstatement to say she'd do anything for her friends, because she still values her skin far more than theirs).
<br><br>All the same, she can be stone-cold bitch if provoked, mostly acting out of her own lingering insecurities. She's easily made envious and frequently feels the need to one-up others, and publicly -- she thrives on praise and adoration, and likes to feel some sense of superiority over others, so she'll usually try to keep them hanging on owing her something, whether it's time, money, or a favour. A lot of "friends" are simply business contacts that she's using.
<br><br>Due to a (somewhat) repressed memory of being kidnapped at a young age, she's extremely nervous around new men, particularly those in their thirties to fifties, so don't be surprised if she's not your biggest fan. Trust comes slow, but it'll come!

<h1>Lovers</h1>
For a good many years, Ae was convinced she was not even capable of being loved, and drew into a tight shell for years, rebuffing anything she thought of as advances. This poisoned both her familial and romantic relationships, which has led to her being extremely needy in the present now that she's (mostly) patched them up.
<br><br>This is happily taken by her wonderful boyfriend Bo-rhee, who has been possibly the only possible positive force in her life besides her parents and a handful of friends, assisting her in becoming more self-confident and assertive. While he can be over-protective and jealous, she appreciates his dedication.
<br><br>However, there are still many rumours that she's madly in love with Ali from VCB based on a comment from three years ago, even though she's done her best to dispel them.

<h1>Enemies</h1>
She basically considers her cousin to be the root of all her problems and strongly resents them to the point that she's making efforts to sabotage their career.
<br><br>She definitely buys from sasaengs and industry insiders (how else would she get so much info about upcoming debuts that won't be announced for months yet?), and she's not entirely lowkey about the fact that her boyfriend being a manager at one of the top companies and working with a corporate event business has helped her get connections she maybe wouldn't (and shouldn't) otherwise have. Whether or not idols consider her a prime evil for these reasons...up to you! She lives in a pretty hypocritical bubble of slamming stalkers for their actions while she benefits from their hot tips and honestly doesn't see anything wrong with that. Free market, baby!
<br><br>She can also...be kind of an asshole? If anyone is the mortal sin of gluttony, it's her -- Ae always wants more, and if she wants it, she's going to get it. Her need for validation and the desire to finally show she can really be number one can spin her out of control to the point that she'll really hurt people, even though that's rarely her intention. She can, has, and will throw people she doesn't care about under the bus under that influence, and has even double-crossed the people she does like if it means something for her (though she usually regrets these things later).

<h1>Others</h1>
I would love to see her cousin around as they have a pretty complicated relationship and I'll likely make a request for that! Whether they are genuinely Evil or not is open, as perspectives on Mario's treatment of Wario have been mixed. (I'm of the opinion Mario is Evil though. >:^c)
<br><br>Besides that, as always, I'm down to do anything!!!

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