she is a young woman constantly in concern for the world, forced forward by a resolute hope that she may be able to somehow improve it. Her life evolves around this one ambition, and as she aspires towards the perfect image of what she wishes the world truly was (and what she believes it has the potential to be) she is both never satisfied and never bored. She sees the best in people, her naïveté buffing strangers up like diamonds regardless of how much they shine unattended, and she hopes (hopes) that their potential for unabashed goodness is there. And when she's wrong, and it isn't, well... she's a touch despondent. A little hurt. A tad lost. For a time. And then she rises again, finding forgiveness somehow, for she does not hold onto grudges well. She forgives too effortlessly, some may argue, for whilst her stubbornness is fearsome, it often seems absent from keeping friends lost as just that. Lost. Apologies ease her all too easily, and sometimes such an apparently innate behaviour puts her heart at risk of only more hurt.

eager to laugh, she enjoys comedies especially so. Humour and wit are perhaps the most attractive traits in her eyes, for what is better than something that creates that gorgeous, bubbling sound pour from someone's lips? That makes said lips break into a star-studded grin, or a lop-sided, reluctant smile? Her own laugh tends to be just as unapologetic as her thirst for life, loud and wild and ringing like a bell. Thus, her own sense of humour is constantly present, as she does not fall ill to dourness easily- no, ever. Not in recent history, anyway. Even in her most sombre moments, she has a knack for putting on a smile, for keeping moods light and comfortable. She'd rather bottle up her problems than bring down a pleasant mood, let alone a pleasant person.

she is about as fearsome as a puppy, but as the story goes, when a dog has a bone... it does not let go. Resolute and determined, her sense of justice is formidable, and she shows no fear in vocalising it. She is a tolerant individual, one that does not show prejudice or judgement, one that views others on their content of character and nothing else (and even then she tends to be lenient), but one thing she does not tolerate is intolerance. Intolerance, with its wicked tendency to feed into ignorance and disrespect, to fuel fear and hate. It's a despicable thing that Jo wants no part in, unless that part is sentencing it to an existence of nonexistence, or, at least, pointing it out and condemning its wielder. She is extremely progressive in her views, of the mind that, so long as no one is being hurt, that people should be free to live how they wish to. And she'll stand by this forever, and argue with whomever wherever about it, despite her disdain for conflict in the most part.

empathetic and passionate, Annie has a strong affinity for people and their feelings. She likes to understand how emotions work, in all their unique complexity. And, usually, at least, she does quite well. She fits into the role of the philosopher in her study to simply understand, and her insightful views bless her with a specific type of wisdom. To reference the sci-fi genre she adores so much, she is more of a Yoda than an Obi Wan. Thoughtful, yes, but hopeful. Small and odd, but with the potential for profound sagacity when the moment strikes her.

she was born in Autumn but acts more like Spring, all cherry blossoms and passion and colour and youthful delight. Sometimes she seems a little young, for she is so completely and utterly unaided by reality. Everything is beautiful to her, every sound music, every sight a visual masterpiece. Her enthusiasm is something she takes no shame in, and she flies through life fearlessly, never checking to see if her wings work too focused is she on just how -oh how lovely- the sky looks from way up here.

Annie's mother, Lee Mirae, spent the first fifteen years of her life in the United States, only to move back to South Korea with her parents shortly before she turned sixteen. She had always been popular, blessed with that natural charm that is impossible to learn, and in both environments, despite the cultural differences she flourished.

This said, she wasn't necessarily the most studious of souls, and her time spent in the States has ingrained in her a spark of defiance towards her parents that was far more harshly frowned upon in Korea. Despite her undoubtable intelligence, she had a habit of skimping on her studies, and kept up a vibrant social life throughout her teen years, and, along with that, a strong affection for the Prince of Pop himself, Michael Jackson.

Thus, it was no surprise when, at twenty years old, Mirae decided to ditch what should have been studying for her upcoming exams in order to attend Michael Jackson's 1996 HIStory World Tour concert, getting aboard a bus to Seoul, armed with only a rucksack of basic essentials and her precious concert ticket.

It was there that she met him, a fellow fan, and fell head-over-heels in love. It was a temporary love, a fleeting jolt of affection for a man that radiated excitement and charisma, and they spent the concert singing side-by-side, thrilled by both the man on stage, and the person standing next to them.

Mirae returned to Busan with more than just a signed record, however, and by the time she discovered her pregnancy, the mysterious stranger was gone, leaving only fond memories in his wake.

Being a single mother in South Korea was a difficult task, and the judgement that Mirae was constantly faced with pushed her to return to the US to study less than a year after giving birth to Annie (named for a certain Michael Jackson lyric). When Mirae returned, it was seven years later. Annie was a lively and bright child yet to be jaded by the world's harsh realities.

In Korea, Mirae put her bachelors in education and English fluency to work, taking a job at Busan International High School as an English teacher. Together, she and Annie were content, and, although their family was small, they were happy with their circumstances.

Two years following their returning to Korea, however, Annie's true heritage began to reveal itself. It was a rainy day, and, from the car's speaker, Michael Jackson's The Way You Make Me Feel collaborated with the pounding on the windshield, further accompanied by the car's two passengers. Neither of them saw the other car, which, in its eagerness to get home, ran a red light and ploughed into Mirae's side of their car. Aching but conscious, Annie desperately tried to wake up her mother, who lay against the steering wheel, eyes slightly open and blood trickling from her nose.

When the two were examined by doctors, they were in awe of Mirae's seemingly untouched condition. She should have died on impact, and yet, here she was, alive and well, without even a scrape. It made no sense, but, with no way to explain it, they eventually had no choice but to move on.

It was a month following the accident that Apollo visited Mirae in a dream, shocking Mirae with tales about 'her father' that replicated what the stranger had described all those years ago. It was nonsensical, these stories, and at the time, Mirae had taken them all in with disbelieving bemusement.

Apollo finally visited Mirae herself following Annie's first, inexplicable experience with light manipulation at sixteen years old, revealing his identity and warning of the dangers of remaining in Korea now that Annie's powers had publicly revealed themselves. It took time to believe, but ultimately, there was no other way to explain Annie's bizarre abilities, and, four months following the visit, Mirae and Annie returned to the US. The next five years went decidedly smoothly, as Annie began studying education in the hopes of one day becoming a primary school teacher. It was only at her following her graduation, when some... thing rammed her car that the memories she had long since buried returned. She remembered the surge of power, of pleasure, that she felt. The way her palms shimmered as she begged her mother to wake up. The way colour came back to her mothers cheeks, and light back to her eyes, as the blood stopped trickling from her nose and the cut on her forehead sealed itself. It was a memory that made no sense, that was as fantastical as the dreams she'd had as a youth, of the shining stranger she felt inexplicably connected to.

The creature that attacked her car nearly killed her, only to be hit by a semi as it hurtled towards her. The image could have been comedic, if she weren't so terrified, both by her sudden realisations and the way the semi's driver continued driving as though he hadn't even felt his vehicle hit the beast.

The confrontation Annie had with her mother revealed everything, and, in acknowledgement of the danger Annie was now in, Annie was sent to a place where she would learn how to control her powers, and understand what being a demigod meant.

And, well, here she is.