Cherie Ahn
Faceclaim: Jeon Hyosung
Species: Pure Nephilim
Age: 23
Status: Not In The Community
Family: None.

Cherie's story begins the day her mother got into bed with a nephilim out of revenge to her own unfaithful husband, for that’s when she was conceived, then later kept secret and thrust into a life full of lies and deceit.

Born to Ahn Minhee and Oliver Lee in Seoul, June 23 of 1992 marks the day Cherie Ahn (then named Carolyn Lee) came into the world, a mess of lush velvet and pearly ribbons. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, as one might say. Her father was the CEO of a major investment firm and her mother the editor in chief of a highly acclaimed Korean fashion magazine. Carolyn was not an only child; nevertheless, she was the apple of her parents' eyes ― princess, darling, they'd call their youngest. They’d say her name with a grin and a bright flutter of a laugh. What Carolyn desired, she received, no questions asked.

The wealthy, powerful CEO wasn’t her father, but she had grown up and spent the majority of her life believing he was, and so did he. Cherie grew among absolute luxury ― and as far as everyone outside her family knows, she had no reason to just disappear the way she did.

But then again, none of them truly knew anything.

Throughout her childhood, it was no secret to Carolyn that her parents, despite loving her and her older brother to pieces, deeply resented each other. The constant fighting, the affairs, the countless scandals that nearly ended in divorce; she’d witnessed every second of it. To everyone else, however, it was impossible to tell. Every party and every event the Lees either hosted or attended only served the purpose of showing their “strong, united family” image, a lie which they’d feed their elite, high-class friends on a silver platter and swallow down with expensive champagne.

When she was ten she and her family left South Korea behind and moved to her father’s hometown of Manhattan, New York, with promises of a new beginning and of leaving all previous lies and negativity behind. This, however, wasn’t the case ― but neither Carolyn nor her brother knew that at the time.

The English she was taught at the elite private schools she’d been forced to attend back in Seoul proved highly effective, as by the time she’d finished middle school she was already completely fluent in the language and found herself fitting right in, at least for her first few years in their new home.

Come her high school days, though, her life had practically started falling apart ― her parents were barely home due to busy work schedules and constant traveling, her older brother had gotten himself involved with dangerous people and got himself in jail, the times when her parents were home they were usually fighting, her grades were dropping, she’d found herself being bullied by girls that were twice her height and punched three times as hard. As the cherry on top ― a few months after turning sixteen her mother confessed that the man she’d thought was her father all this time wasn’t her real father. Her seemingly perfect little world collapsed in an instant and, suddenly, she had no idea of who she was.

Though the man she thought had been her father all along reassured her that he didn’t love her any less, Carolyn could see the pain in his eyes every time he looked at her, she could see the look of shame in her mother’s face every time she spoke, she could hear her name being mentioned in the nightly fights that took place when they thought she was asleep.

Part of her wanted to stay, wished things would somehow be fixed and everything would go back to normal, or as close to normal as her family had ever been. But the reasonable, logical part of her knew things would never get better, not while she was around.

On her Nineteenth birthday she emptied the bank account her parents had set up for her and ran as far as she could take herself, leaving behind her name and all the pain it once carried. Going by the name Cherie and taking her mother’s last name, she made a plan to make it all the way to California, but somehow, somewhere along the way chose to stop at Colorado instead. She moved around the state continuously for a little over a year before eventually ending up in in Evermore City.

The comet that lit the sky a few months after moving into her new apartment at Evermore brought with it the revelation of who she was, and most importantly, who her father was when she woke to flawlessly bright white wings perched from the scars on her shoulder blades (whose existence she’d once questioned, but never brought herself to ask about). The word of the nephilim and other species in the city made its way to her shortly after, but she never considered getting involved with others of her kind, seeing as how she still struggles with accepting the fact that she's a nephilim herself.

It’s been quite a while since all of that, of course. Currently, Cherie makes a living working as a waitress at a restaurant during weekdays and as a bartender at a local nightclub during weekends, and while none of this is anywhere close to the life of riches and luxury she was once so used to, she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Personality Traits

Positive: Clever - Diligent - Kind
Negative: Immature - Over-dramatic - Slightly self-obsessed