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GENERAL INFORMATION.

FULL NAME - kimimela autumn liu NICKNAMES - kim, kimi GENDER / PRONOUNS - she/her DATE OF BIRTH - november 12, 1995 PLACE OF BIRTH - boot hill, az CITIZENSHIP / ETHNICITY - sioux, chinese, english, norwegian RELIGION - atheist / agnostic SOCIOECONOMIC STATUS / POLITICAL AFFILIATION - working class, liberal MARITAL STATUS - single SEXUAL & ROMANTIC ORIENTATION - bisexual EDUCATION / OCCUPATION - some community college. waitress, private investigator LANGUAGES - english, but with some mandarin and lakota sioux words

FAMILY INFORMATION.

PARENTS - daniel and esther liu, both deceased SIBLINGS - bernice, albert, junior, jamie, all deceased OFFSPRING - none PETS / OTHER - none NOTABLE EXTENDED FAMILY - none

PHYSICAL INFORMATION.

FACECLAIM - amber midthunder HAIR COLOR / EYE COLOR - black / brown HEIGHT / BUILD - 5′6″ / slight, athletic TATTOOS / PIERCINGS - constellation piercings to bilateral ears DISTINGUISHABLE FEATURES - none

MEDICAL INFORMATION.

MEDICAL HISTORY - adjustment disorder ( previous ), endometriosis KNOWN ALLERGIES - codeine VISUAL IMPAIRMENT / HEARING IMPAIRMENT - none NICOTINE USE / DRUG USE / ALCOHOL USE - occasional alcohol or marijuana use

PERSONALITY.

TRAITS - charismatic, clever, loyal, ; judgmental, holds grudges, suspicious TROPES - tbd TEMPERAMENT - choleric ALIGNMENT - chaotic good CELTIC TREE ZODIAC - reed, the leader MBTI - intj HOGWARTS HOUSE - gryffindor VICE / VIRTUE - pride ; liberality LIKES / DISLIKES: true crime, history, breakfast foods, coffee, cowboy boots, farms / betrayal, rumors, people she can’t figure out right away. QUOTE: ❝i assumed everything bad in the world could happen, because everything bad in the world already did happen. ❞

FAVORITES.

FOOD - blueberry pancakes DRINK - coffee PIZZA TOPPING - pepperoni COLOR - burnt orange, turquoise, green MUSIC - indie rock, hip hop BOOKS - true crime and thrillers MOVIES - silence of the lambs CURSE WORD - fuck, ai ya SCENTS - cardamom, bacon and pancakes.

BIOGRAPHY,

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNINGS: animal harm mention, death mention, family annihilation, child death, gore mention

autumn was born six weeks early, to esther growing thunder and daniel liu. the elder of a twin that didn’t survive outside the comfort of the womb, she seemed a dancer without a partner. summer was laid to rest in the tiniest coffin esther had ever seen, set to be cremated–her ashes spread out along the most beautiful parts of the family ranch. summer and autumn, two twins born on the cusp of two seasons. without one, the other didn’t seem right–celebration and grief, both sun and moon. without a proper name for their surviving daughter, their first choice bumped to a middle name and first replaced with esther’s grandmother’s name. the youngest and oldest, kim and daniel jr., the only ones without their own names.

kim never felt alone, despite having lost such a precious part of her before she had taken her first breath. the liu house was a bustling family ranch and every sibling shared their room with another. they woke up early to feed the chickens, horses, and cows–long before the lazy sun came up to greet them. between the five of the liu kids, the ranch was well cared for enough for bother esther and daniel to have jobs in town as well. it was a picturesque childhood, as kim remembers it. sweetened by the painful haze of nostalgia everything tasted sweet.

it wasn’t that kim struggled in school, quite the contrary–her teachers always had great things to say about her come parent-teacher conferences–rather, it was that she had little interest in it. every afternoon following lunch, she couldn’t help but to watch the clock as it ticked away every long second–anxious for the bell to ring so she could ride her bike home and ride horses, wrestle with her brothers and sisters, or lie out back in the hammock and stare up at the stars.

there were dark times too. when the javelinas would burst through and gore a family pet or a coyote would sneak into the chicken coup and devour their hens. kim learned to shoot before she learned her multiplication tables and her older brother, junior, was already able to drive the family station wagon by the time he was twelve and could reach the pedals, but that was only in case of emergencies. after that he didn’t seem very much like a junior anymore and kim often wondered how long a name like that could stick to a person. would he still be junior when he was eighty years old? the lius would never have a chance to find out.

there’s not much kim remembers of that cold night. days were always simmering hot, but the nights could get so cold she’d dream she was somewhere where it snowed and families hung their stockings on the mantel instead of from the banister. the lius ate their dinner early, as they always did, before the sun went down. kim could remember telling a classmate what time they ate dinner at once and having them regard her with disbelief. most kids weren’t even home from soccer practice by then, her classmate had said and kim shrugged.

stomach full, the liu kids split apart and found their own things to do for the evening. junior and jamie went and settled the animals for the night, while bernice and albert argued over the television, and kim sneaked out onto the roof wrapped in her father’s carhartt jacket and drinking a musty and herbaceous tea her mother always made for her when she was sick–the ingredients long lost to her memory–only she wasn’t sick that night.

as the lights died out in the heart of boot hill, kim found herself drifting off to sleep outside of her bedroom window–the cold biting at her nose and cheeks, but hardly penetrating the thick work coat and blanket her mother had made. she didn’t even wake up until the sun was high in the sky, something she’d never done before or since. it was small-for-her-age, kimi, who at ten was almost old enough by the family rules to drive the car, that found the massacred and gored bodies of her family strewn throughout their home like chickens dead in the coop–a mess of feather and blood and broken eggs.

there was no voice left in her throat by the time she made it to the road–screams drowned out by the vastness of the desert. she walked barefoot, with bloody feet, wrapped in her father’s coat and her mother’s blanket, the whole way into town. she never went back out to that ranch again, even though she dreamed of it. some nights she mourned it more than her family. it was tangible and inescapable in a way that the memories of her family weren’t. the lius slid through her fingers like desert sand, but earth doesn’t fall apart so easily.

the loss of the ranch is too complicated for a grieving ten year old adjusting to life with a new family. the cassidys are good to kim, but they’re no replacement for a family that shares her blood, her life, or her loves. they don’t make her congee or the right tea that smells too earthy when she’s sick. they don’t have goats or horses or chickens, but they let her keep her dog, bigwig, despite the nuisance he causes living in the miracle mines trailer park after all those years on a ranch with a job to do.

school was harder after that. it was almost impossible to focus and she felt ostracized by her peers and their parents after the investigation was deemed a murder-suicide and esther and daniel liu are immortalized as boot hill’s first family annihilators. it makes no kinda sense to kim, who remembers so saliently on some days how gored and shredded the bodies were in that house on a cool, december morning. she can’t recall if the animals were alive or dead; memory is such a tricky thing.

the youngest and only surviving liu grows up tall, lean and strong. there is a melancholy to her that sometimes seems to dissipate and she wonders if she can trust her memory at all. after high school, she does her best to leave–to move to some city and become a private investigator so that she can come back home and discover what really happened to her family. applications miss deadlines inexplicably when she could swear she’s submitted them in time. funding falls through or a signature is missed. eventually she resigns herself to stay and investigate on her own.

she waits tables at may’s and picks up a dispatcher job at the sheriff’s station to grant her access to old files on late nights when no one’s paying attention. she makes copies and siphons everything back to her apartment. some days she forgets. a pipe bursts upstairs one sunday afternoon and floods the room where she keeps her files. everything is lost and she is forced to start anew. it seems to her that some days, there’s a force working against her. others, she’d love to forget it all and sometimes she does. blood is thicker than fate and grief weighs more than happiness, however, and kimi liu always finds her way back.

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