Ms. Park / Drag

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Hi, my member ID is Fi1He-011, my first name doesn't really matter - I'm called by my last name Park. Miss Park. My parents were born in Korea and then had enough after the civil war when everything was broken and there was no better future at all and they moved here. We ended up (I was already in my mother's tummy) as servants of a redneck couple in a small town called Cowhowwa. They were decent hosts, they got rich when tungsten was found in the mountains they owned, and when there was always a war somewhere, the demand was sure.

They had built (according to the landlady) a Regency-style mansion and we lived in the gatekeeper's cottage, which was really a decent little house.

When I was little, my mother told me that her grandmother told her how in our family every third generation - because of some magic - a girl is born who breathes fire and so we laughed while doing the dishes. But somehow I noticed that his eyes weren't laughing.

And then puberty started and with all that other horrible stuff I burped my first smoke and that was it. Now think: first periods, first bras, mood swings and breathing fire on top of it. Thank God I didn't burn down the host's whole house in my teenage rage! Father took it calmly - like everything after the war. Besides, he was the host's hero when he had put out the threatening fire that started for an unknown reason. Dad started to teach me fighting skills and other abilities that he said helps with my temperament.

Dad always used to go to the nearest big city: Helsingham. He liked jazz and saw Rashaan Roland Kirk's concert where he played two saxophones at the same time without any breaks and went to ask him after the concert what he was really doing and he told my dad about his circulating breathing.

After two weeks I had a flute and a music teacher. The main point was to learn to control my breathing and if I could learn to play on the side, that's always better. Over time I fell in love with that flute and still play it whenever I can.

Daddy also taught me some martial arts since he was officer of special operations at the war…and ah yes: also how To shoot of course. We are living in the USA! I am pretty good on boths.

But that teenage wasteland! There were all sorts of little fights with the boys and this and that, but luckily no one was left with permanent injuries or burn scars except Peter and that was just right for that pig! But the rumors started to spread in the small village and at the age of 17 it was time for me to head to the same big city – Helsingham – because I started to have a bit of a bad reputation. Especially among the rednecks of the local fire department.

Mom cried and dad took it - as always - calmly and gave practical advices and told about the local Korean community, who to contact immediately and other things. I got everything I needed and most of their savings with me and the world was waiting!

It went wrong pretty quickly. I didn't know how to keep my special ability hidden and the union people heard about it and I was caught while grilling sausage by breathing and forced to join the Helsingham Superprotector Union (HeSU), i.e. a professional association. Freelancers were not tolerated in the city and so my ID became Fi2He-011. It means that my superhero type is "Fi" or fire - abilities are related to fire. Then efficiency definition 2, i.e. quite effective (currently 1!), then He, i.e. the local department Helsingham and then 011, i.e. I am the 11th Fi-classified member of the He department. Easy, right? Actually, it's even more complicated so that every superprotector in the world has their own eleven-digit registration number, but let's leave it at that.