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Muse Name: Woo Jiho
Occupation: Block B
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Alias: Zico
Age/Birthdate: 22 | 91/09/14
Occupation: Mechanic
Team/Position: Solo/Mechanic
BACKGROUND
Jiho grew up around cars. His family's owned the garage that'd been destined to come into his hands since his grandfather was a young man. "It's a family business," he'd always been told. His earliest memories were of the garage, of laughter and the sound of metal against metal. His older brother and he chased each other, winding between stacks of tires until his father or one of the mechanics chided them and told them to take it ouside. He grew up with the guys that worked in the garage for his father, learned lesson from them before his teachers had the chance to enlighten him.
His childhood felt, and was, ordinary. At least, it was as ordinary as it can get for a kid who started to work on engines and fiddling with transmissions for cars clearly intended to race before the age of ten. His father had given him a carburetor from an old Honda to pull apart and piece together. It was supposed to be a project that occupied the over-active ten-year-old, nothing too serious then. His father figured he'd give up.
Jiho had gotten it. It had taken a lot of pestering the mechanics, who hadn't appreciated the interruptions when welding, and a more than a dozen attempts. Curiosity combined with a passion and, a knack, turned the over-energetic kid into a good mechanic.
The shop was always busy; customers brought in their day-to-day vehicles, some brought in bikes, others brought in cars that won them races. Jiho made friends with the customers who's cars he worked on, grew to know the cars of most of his father's clients pretty damn well. In some cases, he took over dealing with customers, the ones that gave his father headaches, altogether. While his father had stopped working with teams a long time ago, he still had strong connections. It was these ties that drew Jiho out to the streets of Seoul to watch, to hear the sound of the engines purring.
It wasn't long after Jiho graduated from high school that his father started to show signs of illness. He grew light-headed quickly, burst into fits of coughing that lasted longer than a few minutes. Years of exposure to exhaust fumes and chemicals meant to keep a car running had taken their toll. He started to pass on his responsibilities to Jiho slowly. A year after the symptoms started, Jiho and his brother took their father to the hospital. It hadn't been the first visit, but it would be the first time they were told there was no chance of him leaving.
A few years passed, each filled with false hopes of his father heading home. His sister grows up under mostly Jiho's care, his brother moved out and found a job to help pay the bills, the garage fell fully into his hands. It wasn't doing as well as it had been with his father in charge, a few mechanics left and Jiho's attention was torn between work, figuring out how to pay medical bills, and raising a younger sister he's supposed to be a positive influence on.
Never one to stray far from things he loved, Jiho still attended races. His sociable personality made it easy to hit it off with racers, though luck had also been on his side a few times. His father's connections had gotten him into this world but his own connections were the ones that meant he had extra work (once he proved himself, a few racers were more than willing to take their babies to his shop or to have him come out to team garages -- that was really stepping on toes though!) and a crowd to hang out with.
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As of now, Jiho spends most of his time in his family's garage. Work flows in. The cars he works on vary: sometimes he's working on a basic model of the Honda sedan, others he's handling a turbod Saleen that needs more than just a little bodywork. He doesn't discriminate, each poses a different issue and he's more than willing to tackle. If customers come around often and are curious, he's even willing to teach.
FACTS
♛ He owns a doberman named Bi. She doesn't like strangers, but is a sweetheart to those that she likes. She can be won over with bacon. He's had her since he graduated from high school.
♛ He does race but it's mostly for fun and, if needed, extra funds. He's not about to join a team as a racer, better money can be made fixing the damage.
♛ He's no up and coming rapper or anything but he's one to memorize lyrics of songs he likes pretty quickly and can be heard bellowing impromptu raps around his garage. Sometimes, Bi provides back-up vocals.
♛ He likes to play jokes on his friends and doesn't have a very serious personality. He knows how to gauge a situation well, and doesn't take serious situations lightly, he's definitely not the most serious of people when he doesn't have to be.
♛ He prefers working on cars but he knows a lot about bikes, though recently he's been working less than a handful of them. He's grown just a bit sentimental.
♛ If he likes you and thinks you're cut out for it, there's a chance he'll show you around town and take you to a race. It's happened before, could happen again.
♛ When he's in a bad mood -- it's him, his mp3 player, and whatever project needs immediate attention at the shop. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes it's whatever car is near by and he won't get in too much shit if he does a little more taking apart and putting back together on it than he should.
♛ Once had dreads. They were itchy and a bad idea, he doesn't recommend them.
♛ Graffiti is an art, not vandalism. He's more of an admirer than an artist, but the garage door has been his canvas since he got into it.
Muse Name: Woo Jiho
Occupation: Block B
Journal:
nolimitScreenname: # nacseo.tags
Alias: Zico
Age/Birthdate: 22 | 91/09/14
Occupation: Mechanic
Team/Position: Solo/Mechanic
BACKGROUND
Jiho grew up around cars. His family's owned the garage that'd been destined to come into his hands since his grandfather was a young man. "It's a family business," he'd always been told. His earliest memories were of the garage, of laughter and the sound of metal against metal. His older brother and he chased each other, winding between stacks of tires until his father or one of the mechanics chided them and told them to take it ouside. He grew up with the guys that worked in the garage for his father, learned lesson from them before his teachers had the chance to enlighten him.
His childhood felt, and was, ordinary. At least, it was as ordinary as it can get for a kid who started to work on engines and fiddling with transmissions for cars clearly intended to race before the age of ten. His father had given him a carburetor from an old Honda to pull apart and piece together. It was supposed to be a project that occupied the over-active ten-year-old, nothing too serious then. His father figured he'd give up.
Jiho had gotten it. It had taken a lot of pestering the mechanics, who hadn't appreciated the interruptions when welding, and a more than a dozen attempts. Curiosity combined with a passion and, a knack, turned the over-energetic kid into a good mechanic.
The shop was always busy; customers brought in their day-to-day vehicles, some brought in bikes, others brought in cars that won them races. Jiho made friends with the customers who's cars he worked on, grew to know the cars of most of his father's clients pretty damn well. In some cases, he took over dealing with customers, the ones that gave his father headaches, altogether. While his father had stopped working with teams a long time ago, he still had strong connections. It was these ties that drew Jiho out to the streets of Seoul to watch, to hear the sound of the engines purring.
It wasn't long after Jiho graduated from high school that his father started to show signs of illness. He grew light-headed quickly, burst into fits of coughing that lasted longer than a few minutes. Years of exposure to exhaust fumes and chemicals meant to keep a car running had taken their toll. He started to pass on his responsibilities to Jiho slowly. A year after the symptoms started, Jiho and his brother took their father to the hospital. It hadn't been the first visit, but it would be the first time they were told there was no chance of him leaving.
A few years passed, each filled with false hopes of his father heading home. His sister grows up under mostly Jiho's care, his brother moved out and found a job to help pay the bills, the garage fell fully into his hands. It wasn't doing as well as it had been with his father in charge, a few mechanics left and Jiho's attention was torn between work, figuring out how to pay medical bills, and raising a younger sister he's supposed to be a positive influence on.
Never one to stray far from things he loved, Jiho still attended races. His sociable personality made it easy to hit it off with racers, though luck had also been on his side a few times. His father's connections had gotten him into this world but his own connections were the ones that meant he had extra work (once he proved himself, a few racers were more than willing to take their babies to his shop or to have him come out to team garages -- that was really stepping on toes though!) and a crowd to hang out with.
As of now, Jiho spends most of his time in his family's garage. Work flows in. The cars he works on vary: sometimes he's working on a basic model of the Honda sedan, others he's handling a turbod Saleen that needs more than just a little bodywork. He doesn't discriminate, each poses a different issue and he's more than willing to tackle. If customers come around often and are curious, he's even willing to teach.
FACTS
♛ He owns a doberman named Bi. She doesn't like strangers, but is a sweetheart to those that she likes. She can be won over with bacon. He's had her since he graduated from high school.
♛ He does race but it's mostly for fun and, if needed, extra funds. He's not about to join a team as a racer, better money can be made fixing the damage.
♛ He's no up and coming rapper or anything but he's one to memorize lyrics of songs he likes pretty quickly and can be heard bellowing impromptu raps around his garage. Sometimes, Bi provides back-up vocals.
♛ He likes to play jokes on his friends and doesn't have a very serious personality. He knows how to gauge a situation well, and doesn't take serious situations lightly, he's definitely not the most serious of people when he doesn't have to be.
♛ He prefers working on cars but he knows a lot about bikes, though recently he's been working less than a handful of them. He's grown just a bit sentimental.
♛ If he likes you and thinks you're cut out for it, there's a chance he'll show you around town and take you to a race. It's happened before, could happen again.
♛ When he's in a bad mood -- it's him, his mp3 player, and whatever project needs immediate attention at the shop. Most of the time, at least. Sometimes it's whatever car is near by and he won't get in too much shit if he does a little more taking apart and putting back together on it than he should.
♛ Once had dreads. They were itchy and a bad idea, he doesn't recommend them.
♛ Graffiti is an art, not vandalism. He's more of an admirer than an artist, but the garage door has been his canvas since he got into it.