Though a very observing person, Xero, born Shin Jiho, speaks his mind. As seen on screen he seems very lively and friendly, respectful too— Wrong. Xero would gloat at someone’s mistake. One of his hobbies include bragging and setting himself as an ideal to everything he compares. Crude languages frequently spill out of his mouth, paired with a smirk. Xero got his stage name from the word ‘zero’ which means either ways. It could be a negative, it can be a positive— But it’s not. It’s basically neutral.
{ Basic Information }
Name:
Xero | Shin Jiho | Previously known as Jiro.
Age:
22 (Korean), 21 (Int.)
Nationality:
South Korean.
Ethnicity:
Korean.
Status:
Single.
Sexual Orientation:
Straight.
Blood Type:
Type O-
Current Location:
Seoul, South Korea.
Hobbies:
Playing basketball, Reading a book, Playing the guitar, Skateboarding.
Skills:
Dancing, Instrument: Guitar and Drums, Rapping.
{ Pre-Debut }
Academic:
Sporty. Pusillanimous when it comes to the other core subjects such as Math, Science, Social, and Language Arts.
Social Life:
Troublesome. Frequently associated with after-school fights with seniors or batch mates.
Relationships | Social Life:
Flirtatious with everyone he encounters with an exception of the gender the same as his, this never changed. Cheated on one of his girlfriend with a girl two year his senior.
He was seen as a egotistical person, very aware of his looks and structure. His advisers would usually pass him a detention slip for being late or skipping class. He was a very friendly person, but would destroy his new made friendship with a quick and painful confrontation.
Growth and Development | Adolescence and Childhood:
Very observing as a kid. Would get heaps of compliment how advance he could be for his age. At physical matters he grew with great speed. At the age of fourteen he lost his virginity to a girl who’s a year ahead of him. Though nonchalant, never did he smoked. By the time he entered his 3rd year in high school he was dubbed the ‘Bad Boy’ of the school, girls, older or younger, swooning at his sight and boys eying him. At the age of 8, he learned how to cuss/swear. Making it his daily habit.
Once left his home for getting scolded after his parents discovered his affiliation with after school fights. Stayed at a graduating senior’s house for 1 week. Ever since then he never introduced himself with his real name, instead he went for Jiro, which is zero.
Admission of being a Trainee:
Discovered by street casting. It was a snowy day, January 2nd, a middle-aged woman approached him, giving out a pamphlet that read ‘Stardom Entertainment Audition’. He tugged the piece of paper out of her hands and scanned it, nodding mutely at the other’s request to join.
Role Model:
Drake, J-Cole, G-Dragon, almost anyone who is a star the hip-hop industry.
Born Shin Jiho, Topp Dogg's main dancer. He was born enigmatic, seeking temporary solitude in city lights. Tended at a young age, Xero learned learned how to build his own wall, a strong and unbreakable wall, separating him from the world..
Longing to go through the crowded streets, the luckiest man who walks on this earth is the one who finds true love; Xero was never lucky, or rather, luck has never been by his side. He has grew to become a man who is used to giving love, but never to receive it back.
Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
&—status: not accepting after this.
Appalled by how disheveled his room became, Xero exhaled through his nose, hands pressed upon his lips. “I told them to clean this, and all they do, is eat, eat, eat..” came the strangled complaint gurgling down on his throat. Xero knew he had to pickup his own slack, and the other member’s too, so without any other choice, he slipped some rubber gloves on and a cleaning apron. His foot swept a few crumpled papers up to the corner, unsure of where to start. “You know what?!” he bellowed, calling upon the youngest member to do the chore he had been contemplating on doing, and much to his hastiness, Xero had unknowingly thrown away something he had kept to himself: a small memorabilia of the days where he hadn’t had to ask his roommate to keep the place clean.. a note he had long left for the girl he once lived with, its adhesive now gone after being tacked off from the refrigerator.
Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
Xero could only bear running empty with a unsatiated appetite. Dashing off to the lounging area before it was his turn to MC, he thankfully spotted a stainless fridge, standing tall in the corner with all its possibly delicious contents. With a hand tightly clutching his stomach, he pulled the door open, its cool air pouring out, an aroma pervading the room’s vicinity. Much to Xero’s disappointment, there were only fruits and chestnuts available.. and some Italian pasta packed inside a black lunchbox. The male reached out to it, eyes falling upon a green sticky note labeled “SHINee’s Key, please don’t eat”.
Heaving an apologetic sigh, Xero searched the place, landing himself with a ballpen, its blue ink now written with across the squared paper.
“if you’re reading this, it’s too late. pasta’s gone.”
Put a “◊” in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.
“..Why the heck is this house so spacey?” he uttered to himself, Xero guided himself, touring the well-furnished area. Whether he was just taken in, or he abruptly intruded whilst intoxicated from last night’s clubbing, he wasn’t sure. To at least show gratitude, he neatly printed in a few words on the neon-coloured paper, its medium a dark marker. Moments after he slapped the note, he sauntered around the place
before taking off; quite bijou, if he was asked,
“who the heck drinks good soju these days? i don’t know how i got here, but i thank god that my organs are still intact. by the way, i snatched a few snacks before i left. teaches you not to let strangers in.
[ iN ] I JUST REALIZED WE'VE NEVER SPOKEN AND I'M HERE TO CHANGE THAT. [ iN ] i hope you didn't hear that in your head as me shouting, because i wasn't.. i swear! [ iN ] i'm wheein from mamamoo, but you can call me tonight (; [ iN ] i am so sorry
[iN] suddenly barging in like this, you disturbed my nap, dear hoobae.
<!— Today @ 10 minutes ago —!>
[iN] doesn’t mean the effort isn’t appreciated. my name’s xero, topp dogg, and why would i call you ‘tonight’? that’s such a bland name. ‘baby’ or ‘princess’ would suit you more, don’t you think?
(` upon hearing the question, Xero felt something lodging up his throat, coughing ) Excuse me–? (` his expression quite aghast, staring at the person with disbelief, his expression gradually turning into a mocking, and sauntering look, his tone accusing ) Me? With that girl?
{` leans against a wall and nearly falls over } Hey, I lost my underwear, can I see yours? ( this is not on anon but--
You have permission to flirt with my muses anonymously. Starting now. [ ! ]
(` chuckling, Xero folded his arms, staring at the female’s awkward disposition ) Sure, wanna see? (` he hooked a thumb along the belt loop of his pants, raising an eyebrow )
