crydrops

[crydrops]

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full name: yoon gain nickname(s): gigi, gae, innie preferred name(s): gain, innie (by close friends) date of birth: december 1, 1997 place of birth: unknown (adopted at age 5) zodiac sign: sagittarius pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: heterosexual romantic orientation: heteroromantic ethnicity: korean nationality: south korean occupation: pet groomer

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positive traits: gentle, patient, hardworking, affectionate, empathetic neutral traits: reserved, introspective, private, cautious negative traits: self-doubting, avoids confrontation, stubborn in her ways, hesitant in emotional vulnerability core values: loyalty, kindness, self-sufficiency strengths: skilled with animals, emotionally intuitive, resilient weaknesses: struggles with self-worth quirks: talks to animals like they understand her, collects pet collars and tags as keepsakes pet peeves: people who are careless with animals, loud sudden noises, strong artificial scents mbti personality: isfj (introverted, sensing, feeling, judging) temperament: melancholic-phlegmatic moral alignment: neutral good hogwarts house: hufflepuff

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mother: adoptive mother father: adoptive father siblings: none known children: none significant other(s): single

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place of birth: unknown hometown: grew up in a quiet part of seoul socioeconomic status: middle class (adoptive family) parents' occupations: tbd type of childhood: safe and stable but always felt a lingering sense of displacement

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born on december 1, 1997, yoon gain's earliest memories are blurry with fragmented images of an unfamiliar place, faces she can no longer recall and the quiet feeling of being misplaced. at the age of five, she was adopted into a kind, well-meaning family, but the questions about where she came from lingered like shadows in the corners of her childhood. growing up, gain often felt like a puzzle with missing pieces. her adoptive parents loved her, yet she couldn’t help but notice the way she sometimes felt different, like a guest in someone else’s life. loneliness wasn’t always about being alone; it was in the small, unspoken things like the way people asked where she was from, the awkward silences when she brought up her past, the nights spent wondering if someone out there was thinking of her, too. as she got older, she searched for answers. late-night internet deep dives, old adoption records, even moments where she thought she recognized something familiar in a stranger’s face. but the more she searched, the more exhausting it became. she realized that no answer could undo the years she had already lived without knowing. eventually, she let it go. she works as a pet groomer with a quiet acceptance of the unknown. she doesn’t dwell on the past anymore; she has found comfort in the present, in the simple joys of caring for animals, in the independence she has carved out for herself. maybe she’ll never know where she truly comes from, but she has learned that who she is and who she chooses to be matters far more.

her adoptive parents are still part of her life, and though she doesn’t visit them often she calls regularly, sending pictures of the dogs she grooms and listening to their gentle reminders to eat well and stay warm. she loves them in her own way, differently, perhaps, than a child born into certainty, but genuinely nonetheless. she knows they worry about her, about the way she keeps a distance, about how she rarely speaks about things beyond work and daily life. but love, to gain, has never been about grand gestures or constant closeness. it exists in the reliable things: in remembering their favorite tea and buying it for them when she visits, in making sure they know she’s doing fine even when she doesn’t say much. she has stopped looking for people who may not want to be found. instead, she has learned to be present in the life she has now. she has friends, a home that feels like hers, a job that brings her peace. she will always wonder about the people who once held her before letting her go but she has come to understand that she is not defined by their absence. she belongs to herself first.