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Imagination is the only weapon against reality
Makomin
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Esmeralda Lee Mi Kyung | Tetsuko Sato
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Esmeralda Lee
Mi Kyung
Mi Kyung
i create . . .
. . . my own reality
TETSUKO X SATO
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Birb™
Akamine Ai
Dear Odile,
Name: Akamine Ai
Nationality: Japanese-American
Age: 18
Gender: female
Sexuality: [closeted] bisexual
H: 1.68m
W: 112lbs
Looks: dark brownish hair adorned with umber-colored eyes
Program: ballet
Club: ballet / dancing
Strengths: confident, perfectionist, graceful & elegant
Weakness: overbearing, can't take criticism well, very competitive & mean
Personality:
Ai is an Odile; a black swan. Everything about her screams trouble yet she remains alluring for others. Vain, manipulative and entitled, this girl firmly believes that the world revolves around her and anything she wishes should be granted. She despises having someone else best her at things she cares about and being ignored. Despite the seemingly evil nature, she is absolutely loyal and caring to those she cares about often retorting to dramatic measures to remind them of her love & care. She is also a total drama queen and is always extra.
Background:
Being the only daughter of a filthy rich Japanese businessman and his American wife. Ai grew up with a silver spoon on her mouth hence why she feels tremendously entitled to the point of being labeled as a spoiled brat. Thanks to their family wealth, she'd always push people to do what she wants and pressure them to give her anything she demands. Although that wasn't the only result of her family's business (fashion line), her parents barely have time to spend with her which made her jealous of children of her age with parents by their sides.
At some point, she discovered ballet and her passion for it. She was more than excellent at it and it was the first time she was ever noticed individually and not as the prissy daughter of the Akamine. Ballet gave her everything she have ever wanted: attention. Her mother was more than pleased to know that her daughter is a good ballerina so she enrolled her to a prestigious ballet school and supported her in joining competitions to further enhance her talent. The Athlete Academy provided another opportunity for her which she grabbed without any hesitation.
Relationships:
I'd be more than happy to work this part out with you guys through PM or OOC :' )
Esmeralda Lee Mi Kyung - the antagonist to her protagonist; their contrasting personalities paved way for Esmeralda to being Ai's rival in the school. Always expect a showdown when these two lock eyes.
Tetsuko Sato - the one fortunate enough that she considers him her "sidekick". She loves having him around because she can persuade him to do what she wants. Actually a person she relies on but she'll never admit that.
Nationality: Japanese-American
Age: 18
Gender: female
Sexuality:
H: 1.68m
W: 112lbs
Looks: dark brownish hair adorned with umber-colored eyes
Program: ballet
Club: ballet / dancing
Strengths: confident, perfectionist, graceful & elegant
Weakness: overbearing, can't take criticism well, very competitive & mean
Personality:
Ai is an Odile; a black swan. Everything about her screams trouble yet she remains alluring for others. Vain, manipulative and entitled, this girl firmly believes that the world revolves around her and anything she wishes should be granted. She despises having someone else best her at things she cares about and being ignored. Despite the seemingly evil nature, she is absolutely loyal and caring to those she cares about often retorting to dramatic measures to remind them of her love & care. She is also a total drama queen and is always extra.
Background:
Being the only daughter of a filthy rich Japanese businessman and his American wife. Ai grew up with a silver spoon on her mouth hence why she feels tremendously entitled to the point of being labeled as a spoiled brat. Thanks to their family wealth, she'd always push people to do what she wants and pressure them to give her anything she demands. Although that wasn't the only result of her family's business (fashion line), her parents barely have time to spend with her which made her jealous of children of her age with parents by their sides.
At some point, she discovered ballet and her passion for it. She was more than excellent at it and it was the first time she was ever noticed individually and not as the prissy daughter of the Akamine. Ballet gave her everything she have ever wanted: attention. Her mother was more than pleased to know that her daughter is a good ballerina so she enrolled her to a prestigious ballet school and supported her in joining competitions to further enhance her talent. The Athlete Academy provided another opportunity for her which she grabbed without any hesitation.
Relationships:
I'd be more than happy to work this part out with you guys through PM or OOC :' )
Esmeralda Lee Mi Kyung - the antagonist to her protagonist; their contrasting personalities paved way for Esmeralda to being Ai's rival in the school. Always expect a showdown when these two lock eyes.
Tetsuko Sato - the one fortunate enough that she considers him her "sidekick". She loves having him around because she can persuade him to do what she wants. Actually a person she relies on but she'll never admit that.
I am not perfect
fc: mizuhara kiko
the queen, herself
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Skita
A sinnamon bun
Name: Choi Hana
Nationality: Korean
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Lesbian
Height: 5'2"
Weight: 118 Lbs
Looks: Light brown hair, dark brown eyes
Program: Figure Skating
Clubs: Dance, Gymnastics
Strengths: Natural born performer, Likes to take creative risks with every routine, Elegant, great at subverting expectations/surprising the audience
Weaknesses: Hard on herself, does not work well on a team, very competitive, sometimes takes too many risks to her own determent, she tends to put most of her time and effort in the performance of her skating that the technical side is lacking
Personality:
If there is one word to describe Hana it would be 'performer'. This girl loves to be the center of attention and captivate her audience. She loves to try new things 24/7 and she has no problem incorporating what she just learned into a performance. If it doesn't work out, then it's on to the next thing, after all, that's what trial and error is there for. She's overdramatic at times and tends to exaggerate any story she tells. This social butterfly is also very prideful and thinks highly of herself, she can be very sweet and blunt. That being said, Hana can sometimes come off as arrogant and rude though she means well.
Biography:
Hana grew up the youngest of 4 girls in the US right outside of Atlanta, Georgia. Her father was a high profile lawyer and her mother a journalist. Throughout her childhood, she mostly remembers her mother playing a prominent role in her upbringing as she was the one who was around more. However, that's not saying her father wasn't there at all. He was actually the one who triggered her getting into skating in first place. Both her parents were a strong believer in their children learning a sport, instrument or anything really to help their daughters be well-rounded individuals. She was around 5 year's old when she first went to an ice rink and fell in love with it, and her father made it so she'd be able to do lessons every two weeks.
Hana's mother often joked later on with her daughters that the first and best mistake of her life was was saying 'I do.' Her father was in love his work, even more so than his wife and daughters. It confused and irritated her mother to no end, leading to late night argument with the main point of the arguments being 'who are you married to, me or your job?' After months of frustration, both parties realized this and decided the best thing for themselves and their children would be a divorce. That had to be the best choice Hana's mother could have made, as in the long run, both her parents were happier as friends than they were ever when they were married.
After the divorce, Hana moved to Korea with her mother and 2 older sisters when she was 8 years old. Hana felt alone learning a country she's never really lived in before besides the occasional family trips there. During that time she really started to take skating more seriously as she felt that the more she skated the more connected she was to her father who thousands of miles away. When it came to skating it became her first love, something she could never part with as if she couldn't bare to be away from the ice, she was sort of like her father in that respect. Throughout the years she kept up with her skating training to hopefully become one of the best and when she found out about the new athletic academy opening in Seoul she jumped at the chance to attend.
Relationships:
Yoon Ara- Friends
Esmeralda Lee Mi Kyung- Friends
Yang Xiao Yu- Skating Partners/friends
Fiona Tien- Rivals
Kim Hye-Sin -Crush. If there were words that Hana could use to describe how she feels about her she probably couldn't get them out of her mouth in time. She thinks the girl is talented, A beautiful fighter, beautiful when she speaks, beautiful when she smiles,...Just beautiful. In all honesty, Hana never really said much about her feelings to the other girl. She could try but there was always the thought she could get rejected and it's not as she had time for relationships anyway. Hopefully, she could just say friends with Hye-Sin and admire her from a far.
Other:
She has a major pet peeve with people prounoucing her name as 'Hannah'
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Gabriel Nicolaev
nationality:
russian
age:
20
gender:
m
sexuality:
hetero
height:
6'5
weight:
205lbs
looks:
dark blonde-brown hair ; murky blue eyes ; a plethora of tattoos all over his body
program:
boxing
clubs:
at the suggestion of his coach to take lighter sports to balance it out, dancing/swimming/possibly gymnastics
strengths:
strong and steady as a rock ; quick reflexes ; high stamina levels ; nerves of steel ; aggressive (boxing advantage)
weaknesses:
impatient ; more or less easily ticked off ; not very agile ; not very flexible
personality:
gabriel could be described as intense. which is no surprise since he always looks like he wants to punch someone (all part of the boxing gig) and always seems to keep things under a cool, cold expression. patience is not his forte and if you anger this muscle machine, you'd be asking for asking a death wish. outside the boxing ring, gabriel is usually passive, calm and collected, moody if you catch him on one of his bad days. you'd see a soft-spoken, almost timid-looking giant who wouldn't even dare to hurt a fly, much less punch an opponent.
but in the boxing ring...
you see a whole different person.
it's as if he's shed his skin, lost the whole 'gentle giant' act. a ferocious, angry bull takes it's place, aggressive and not afraid to beat the bloody hell out of you if it means he'll win. and when he trains, you see the drive, the ambition, the amount of dedication he has to reach the top. pride won't let him accept help too quickly, or to open up so easily
and so, now you know. gabriel is driven. when he knows what he wants, he'll get it. he doesn't do so well when it comes to orders---he has quite the pride and it's hard for him to humble down. he hates cowards and liars, doesn't appreciate bossy people and backstabbers. he never provokes first---but if you challenge him, he'll never back away from a fight. he'll stand up for what he believes is right and when he doesn't get his way, he can turn into a bit of a bully. he has that hard work ethic---and will sacrifice anything for the people he cares about.
all in all, gabriel is one tough cookie---even with his soft, timid side. and sure, for all his arrogance and cold distant attitude, he's hard to love.
but really, who wants a love that's easy?
biography:
gabriel had to look out for himself from day one.
being born to parents who never really knew how to be parents was hard---especially when the setting was post-soviet Moscow, not too long after the fall of the soviet union in 1991. the economy was failing---everyday essentials were a scarcity and the tax system was failing. at home wasn't so great either. gabriel's father was an alcoholic---turning to the sooh of booze when things often became too stressful. though he'd never beat gabriel's mother, he verbally and emotionally abused her often. gabriel was obviously too small to really comprehend anything, and thankfully, at the age of seven years old, gabriel's parents had enough sense to get the hell out of that broken country and move to the land of opportunities.
america.
now there was a fresh start, right?
wrong.
turns out michigan's really, really, really, cold. no worries---as russians, they were already used to that. but it also turns out america was more than it was cracked up to be. at the time, unemployment rates were skyrocketing, the economy seemed to be no worse than the situation they thought they left back in moscow---which meant no job, no money, no home, and just more stress, more alcohol, more fights.
gabriel grew up that way---always fending for himself. in elementary, the boy would always get into fights---suspensions and detentions were nothing new and visits to the principal's office were almost weekly. it was clear gabriel was a fighter. always had been, always will be. but sometimes, there are just things you can't fight off.
like his parents.
often, he'd escape to the streets to avoid his parents' fights. he'd go explore, cause some mischief, make friends, make some enemies, even make some in between. as the years went by, you could say gabriel was more influenced by the streets than he ever was from his own family. he grew an almost unhealthy obsession with tattoos---and every time he had the money, he'd go over to the local tattoo artist and have a tattoo drawn on him.
once middle school started, his tendency to get into fights didn't leave him. he was still causing trouble, still the bad boy, still a fighter. the habits kept up with him into highschool. by the time he entered as a freshman, he had been expelled from two schools. his grades were less than impressive; overall, the future looked bleak for him.
and then came in Lisa.
he didn't know what it was, but there was just something about her, about them, and they just---clicked. she had always been so generous, so kind. it was weird to gabriel---raised the street way, it was every guy for himself. but she proved him wrong. they became friends instantly---she was the friend he never had. they'd spend their days together roaming their small town in michigan, listening to Lisa's favorite classics, you name it. she unlocked a side gabriel thought he never had; a timid, gentle side, opened up the real softie inside him.
but there was still that anger issue problem.
gabriel couldn't help but be aggressive---anger ran through his blood; whether it was directed to his parents for not acting like his parents, whether it was to himself, to his enemies, it didn't matter. and lisa saw that. she knew he needed an outlet, somewhere where he could channel this combativeness.
and thus, she introduced him to the idea of boxing.
the idea of boxing was new to gabriel. he had never thought of it, but to lisa's insistence and help, he signed himself up with the only local boxing coach in their town; a stern, weathered-looking man by the name of Frankie Dunn. At the time, Dunn's business wasn't doing too great; his best fighter had left him for bigger, better managers, and his gym was losing profit. overall, the old coach was skeptical of taking another chance, taking a risk, fearing that one would fail too, especially being so young.
but gabriel proved him wrong.
once frankie saw a glimpse of gabriel's raw aggressiveness, it was hard to say no. the sixteen-year-old had so much potential in him; all that raw power, the hidden anger that could be channeled into something so much greater---in no time, frankie began to train him.
gabriel was pushed hard, trained hard, and in the beginning, he was nervous. could he really win? could he really manage to be a champion in this sport? Gain the money he never had? he'd often go over these anxieties with lisa, and she'd always encourage him, tell him it was worth it.
and it was.
gabriel found out more about himself than ever. he found out he loved it---the effort, the sweat, the adrenaline, and later, when he was ready, the adrenaline of the fight on the boxing stage, and finally, the satisfaction of winning.
and soon, gabriel was winning all over the place. he won city-wide boxing championships, then state-wide, and then, came in nation-wide championships. gabriel was confident. he was focused. he was going to win this one like any other match. so much was riding on this one match. his reputation, his fortune...everything he worked so hard for...
except he didn't win.
he lost the match to his much more experienced senior fighter, knocked out unconscious with a spinal injury that would put him down for months to come.
it was almost heartbreaking. right at that moment, he wished lisa had been there. but he had lost contact with her a year ago---he just never had the time, the boxing industry consuming him. and so, there gabriel sat, growing more frustrated and depressed---he lost. In front of everyone. his rep, his fortune, all gone. he was never ready for nationals, was he? he felt more angry at himself than ever.
frankie stayed by his side thankfully, trying to convince the young nineteen-year-old that all was not lost. there was still time---he was young, there was still much to learn.
and so, gabriel was enrolled to Seoul Athletica Academy just months after his (almost) full recovery. on the advice of his doctors and coach, gabriel is advised to take it easy. after that humiliating and painful experience, gabriel has become calmer and more mature.
relationships:
open!
other:
theme song
tags:
Uxie
A lecto
Makomin
cherub.
Skita
@D O V E
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russian
age:
20
gender:
m
sexuality:
hetero
height:
6'5
weight:
205lbs
looks:
dark blonde-brown hair ; murky blue eyes ; a plethora of tattoos all over his body
program:
boxing
clubs:
at the suggestion of his coach to take lighter sports to balance it out, dancing/swimming/possibly gymnastics
strengths:
strong and steady as a rock ; quick reflexes ; high stamina levels ; nerves of steel ; aggressive (boxing advantage)
weaknesses:
impatient ; more or less easily ticked off ; not very agile ; not very flexible
personality:
gabriel could be described as intense. which is no surprise since he always looks like he wants to punch someone (all part of the boxing gig) and always seems to keep things under a cool, cold expression. patience is not his forte and if you anger this muscle machine, you'd be asking for asking a death wish. outside the boxing ring, gabriel is usually passive, calm and collected, moody if you catch him on one of his bad days. you'd see a soft-spoken, almost timid-looking giant who wouldn't even dare to hurt a fly, much less punch an opponent.
but in the boxing ring...
you see a whole different person.
it's as if he's shed his skin, lost the whole 'gentle giant' act. a ferocious, angry bull takes it's place, aggressive and not afraid to beat the bloody hell out of you if it means he'll win. and when he trains, you see the drive, the ambition, the amount of dedication he has to reach the top. pride won't let him accept help too quickly, or to open up so easily
and so, now you know. gabriel is driven. when he knows what he wants, he'll get it. he doesn't do so well when it comes to orders---he has quite the pride and it's hard for him to humble down. he hates cowards and liars, doesn't appreciate bossy people and backstabbers. he never provokes first---but if you challenge him, he'll never back away from a fight. he'll stand up for what he believes is right and when he doesn't get his way, he can turn into a bit of a bully. he has that hard work ethic---and will sacrifice anything for the people he cares about.
all in all, gabriel is one tough cookie---even with his soft, timid side. and sure, for all his arrogance and cold distant attitude, he's hard to love.
but really, who wants a love that's easy?
biography:
gabriel had to look out for himself from day one.
being born to parents who never really knew how to be parents was hard---especially when the setting was post-soviet Moscow, not too long after the fall of the soviet union in 1991. the economy was failing---everyday essentials were a scarcity and the tax system was failing. at home wasn't so great either. gabriel's father was an alcoholic---turning to the sooh of booze when things often became too stressful. though he'd never beat gabriel's mother, he verbally and emotionally abused her often. gabriel was obviously too small to really comprehend anything, and thankfully, at the age of seven years old, gabriel's parents had enough sense to get the hell out of that broken country and move to the land of opportunities.
america.
now there was a fresh start, right?
wrong.
turns out michigan's really, really, really, cold. no worries---as russians, they were already used to that. but it also turns out america was more than it was cracked up to be. at the time, unemployment rates were skyrocketing, the economy seemed to be no worse than the situation they thought they left back in moscow---which meant no job, no money, no home, and just more stress, more alcohol, more fights.
gabriel grew up that way---always fending for himself. in elementary, the boy would always get into fights---suspensions and detentions were nothing new and visits to the principal's office were almost weekly. it was clear gabriel was a fighter. always had been, always will be. but sometimes, there are just things you can't fight off.
like his parents.
often, he'd escape to the streets to avoid his parents' fights. he'd go explore, cause some mischief, make friends, make some enemies, even make some in between. as the years went by, you could say gabriel was more influenced by the streets than he ever was from his own family. he grew an almost unhealthy obsession with tattoos---and every time he had the money, he'd go over to the local tattoo artist and have a tattoo drawn on him.
once middle school started, his tendency to get into fights didn't leave him. he was still causing trouble, still the bad boy, still a fighter. the habits kept up with him into highschool. by the time he entered as a freshman, he had been expelled from two schools. his grades were less than impressive; overall, the future looked bleak for him.
and then came in Lisa.
he didn't know what it was, but there was just something about her, about them, and they just---clicked. she had always been so generous, so kind. it was weird to gabriel---raised the street way, it was every guy for himself. but she proved him wrong. they became friends instantly---she was the friend he never had. they'd spend their days together roaming their small town in michigan, listening to Lisa's favorite classics, you name it. she unlocked a side gabriel thought he never had; a timid, gentle side, opened up the real softie inside him.
but there was still that anger issue problem.
gabriel couldn't help but be aggressive---anger ran through his blood; whether it was directed to his parents for not acting like his parents, whether it was to himself, to his enemies, it didn't matter. and lisa saw that. she knew he needed an outlet, somewhere where he could channel this combativeness.
and thus, she introduced him to the idea of boxing.
the idea of boxing was new to gabriel. he had never thought of it, but to lisa's insistence and help, he signed himself up with the only local boxing coach in their town; a stern, weathered-looking man by the name of Frankie Dunn. At the time, Dunn's business wasn't doing too great; his best fighter had left him for bigger, better managers, and his gym was losing profit. overall, the old coach was skeptical of taking another chance, taking a risk, fearing that one would fail too, especially being so young.
but gabriel proved him wrong.
once frankie saw a glimpse of gabriel's raw aggressiveness, it was hard to say no. the sixteen-year-old had so much potential in him; all that raw power, the hidden anger that could be channeled into something so much greater---in no time, frankie began to train him.
gabriel was pushed hard, trained hard, and in the beginning, he was nervous. could he really win? could he really manage to be a champion in this sport? Gain the money he never had? he'd often go over these anxieties with lisa, and she'd always encourage him, tell him it was worth it.
and it was.
gabriel found out more about himself than ever. he found out he loved it---the effort, the sweat, the adrenaline, and later, when he was ready, the adrenaline of the fight on the boxing stage, and finally, the satisfaction of winning.
and soon, gabriel was winning all over the place. he won city-wide boxing championships, then state-wide, and then, came in nation-wide championships. gabriel was confident. he was focused. he was going to win this one like any other match. so much was riding on this one match. his reputation, his fortune...everything he worked so hard for...
except he didn't win.
he lost the match to his much more experienced senior fighter, knocked out unconscious with a spinal injury that would put him down for months to come.
it was almost heartbreaking. right at that moment, he wished lisa had been there. but he had lost contact with her a year ago---he just never had the time, the boxing industry consuming him. and so, there gabriel sat, growing more frustrated and depressed---he lost. In front of everyone. his rep, his fortune, all gone. he was never ready for nationals, was he? he felt more angry at himself than ever.
frankie stayed by his side thankfully, trying to convince the young nineteen-year-old that all was not lost. there was still time---he was young, there was still much to learn.
and so, gabriel was enrolled to Seoul Athletica Academy just months after his (almost) full recovery. on the advice of his doctors and coach, gabriel is advised to take it easy. after that humiliating and painful experience, gabriel has become calmer and more mature.
relationships:
open!
other:
theme song
tags:
Uxie
A lecto
Makomin
cherub.
Skita
@D O V E
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[div class=infocontainer][div class=overflow][div class=firstword]name[/div] fiona tien.
[div class=firstword]nationality[/div] american with vietnamese ancestry.
[div class=firstword]age[/div] eighteen.
[div class=firstword]gender[/div] female.
[div class=firstword]sexuality[/div] heterosexual.
[div class=firstword]height[/div] 5'3".
[div class=firstword]weight[/div] 125 lbs.
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straight black hair, dark brown eyes. fiona has always kept her hair natural, simply because after being transformed into a warrior of the ice -- a challenger of the laws of physics -- for an entire day, she wants to be able to recognize herself in the mirror at night. when she has shed her heavily embellished costume and washed away every layer of makeup after a performance, she wants to be able to see something familiar -- something that reminds her of the little girl that stepped into her first ice rink thirteen years ago, tugging fiercely on her mother's hand with pleading eyes and the first flicker of a dream.
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[div class=firstword]clubs[/div] swimming, dance.
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+ stubborn unwillingness to give up on anything that is important to her.
+ certainty in her own decisions.
+ vast imagination -- ceaseless fuel for her restlessly inquisitive nature.
+ meticulousness in the way she skates, the way she speaks.
+ tendency to smell really good all the time.
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- inclination to neglect small details; forgetfulness.
- unreliability, inconsistency -- often her downfall in high-level competitions.
- difficulty collaborating with other people; fierce independence.
- tendency to become envious of those who outdo her in some small way.
- adamant refusal to admit when she is wrong.
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fiona is a hot air balloon, plentiful with buoyant, lofty dreams. the relentless fire of her determination keeps her afloat, suspending her in the air, yet leaving her at the mercy of whatever impending storm might loom in the distance. but she is no ordinary hot air balloon; she does not bend to the will of anything or anyone that might pose a threat to her, nor does she cower at the sight of danger. instead, she dives headfirst into the tempest -- a cannonball against the raging wind, a forest fire against the pouring rain.
in the world of figure skating, fiona is notorious for her inconsistency. however, if there is any aspect of her that remains consistent, it is her eagerness to push the limits of everything just within her grasp -- whether it be her own physical capabilities, whatever rules might attempt to hold her in place, or the farthest reaches of the human mind. she absolutely never backs down from a challenge and at times acts on impulse, but it would be foolish to view her from this angle and condense these characteristics into the simple fault of recklessness. fiona thinks before she acts, and she chooses her words carefully; she may be resolute in her decisions, but these decisions are seldom made without a considerable degree of contemplation.
fiona may be a hot air balloon, but at the same time she is a bulldozer. when she has set her mind to something, she does not rest; she does whatever it takes to fulfill a certain goal. she must always have her way, and those who dare to obstruct her path shall meet her in full force -- but rarely is she armed with anything aside from her blazing spirit and the caffeine that always seems to course through her veins. she is impatient, unpredictable, and sometimes condescending, but she is also independent, fearless, and passionate. often oblivious to her surroundings, she stays in her own little hot air balloon, which she knows will eventually come crashing down to the earth -- but when she does go down, it will not be without a fight to her very last breath.
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the only thing fiona knew about her real father was his sad, pathetic surname. "tien." that didn't mean anything in america, nor did it mean anything to her new family. but it clung to her, and she carried it with her wherever she went. it seemed like the only thing about her that was permanent, this meaningless name, this name that she knew was associated with immortality and transcendence and spirit in vietnam, but aside from her mother, no one else knew that -- particularly not her new family, her new father, her new siblings. to them, the name was nothing more than a reminder that she was not and would never be one of them, no matter how painfully she ached to belong.
her stepfather, however, promised something that her biological father likely could not. he promised money, financial security, the capacity to make dreams come true for people who had never even dreamed before. perhaps it was no mistake that her mother, as charming and charismatic as she was, managed to catch the eye of a wealthy american lawyer with fiona only a month from being born, or perhaps it truly was love at first sight on that long, tedious flight from hanoi to san francisco, the flight that depleted the last remaining shreds of her mother's wallet. all that mattered was that they were safe now -- safe from poverty but certainly not from the intense pang of hollowness that occasionally tormented the desolate void in fiona's heart where a father is supposed to leave his loving mark.
fiona first fell in love with figure skating when she was five years old, when her stepfather still doted on her as though she were his own. a single longing glance, a squeeze of her mother's hand, and she was suddenly enrolled in an intensive figure skating program that she wholeheartedly enjoyed. she was built for jumping, as her coach liked to say -- the resilience of her knees, the way she launched her body into the air without reserve. it was as though she could fly.
but the attention quickly evaporated a year later, the moment her mother gave birth to the first baby that she would share with her stepfather. and then another baby was born, and then another, and a ten-year-old fiona was left lost and confused in a family that was no longer her own. they all had the same last name -- williams -- yet she was stranded, alone, with the surname of a man she had never seen in her life. tien. her stepfather did not hesitate to provide her with luxurious gifts, expensive clothing and accessories, and everything she needed to become the best figure skater she could possibly be, but no longer did he care for her like he would his own daughter. even her mother paid less and less attention to her as the years progressed.
detached from her family, fiona established close bonds with acquaintances both at her ice rink and at school during her early teenage years. she spent increasingly more time away from home, becoming little more than a shadow to her stepfather and half-siblings -- not that they observed any difference. however, as she transformed from a recreational figure skater to a fierce competitor, her friends from school slowly began to flake away; she had become distant, absorbed in her own endeavors, often refusing to spend time with them. her figure skating friends were all she had left, but they, too, left her in the dust, driven by jealousy and a feeling of betrayal as fiona shoved them all off the ladder in order to claw her way to the top.
in the end, fiona had no one -- no one but the ice. the ice brought her comfort; it brought her healing. it was the only companion that never left her side. the wings of her stepfather's seemingly neverending wealth carried her here, to seoul, where she would never have to be separated from her lifelong companion -- and perhaps where she would find a true home.
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fiona met xiao yu two years ago at an international figure skating competition that took place in san jose. although she did not compete, she harshly criticized the techniques he used in his performance and was unafraid to express her contempt shortly afterward. to her surprise, xiao yu thanked her for the advice and remained in california for the following few weeks, practicing in the same rink as she did and helping her improve her own flaws. it was not long before the two of them developed a mutual understanding, but just as quickly as it arose, the companionship seemed to dissipate when xiao yu returned to his home and rarely surfaced in fiona's thoughts again -- that is, until now.
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My Boy
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i dreamed a dream
Name: Feng Xiao Gong.
Nationality: Chinese
Age: 20
Sexuality: Bisexual
Height: 5’4
Weight: 52kg
Looks: natural beach waves with a soft fringe. Black eyes. A few chicken pox scars on her forehead.
Others: Speaks 4 languages (Mandarin, Cantonese, Korean and English)
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Programme: Taekwondo
Clubs: Gymnastics
Strengths:
~ Deception: her small and cute Apperance give her opponents a false sense of security but Xiao Gong is at the top of her game and can take on opponents twice her size.
~ Kind: Xiao Gong has always been a bubbly and socialable girl who loves to meet new people but sometimes she gets nervous around pretty people.
~Competitive: This is the basic need for atheletes but due to people underestimating her due to her appearance it just makes her want to prove them wrong ten times more.
~ Flexible: pretty self explanatory.
~ easy to love.
~ always positive.
Weaknesses:
~ Has a hard time expressing her true feelings to people.
~ pushes herself too hard. This has led to a couple of injuries.
~naïve: she always sees the best in people and will let people hurt her over and over again.
~ gullible: will believe anything anyone tells her. Especially if they are her senior.
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Personality:
~ Loyal
~Compassionate
~ loveable
~ competitiveness
~ positive
~ falls in love easily
~ determined
~ gullible
~ soft natured when not in competition.
~ fierce in competition
~ cute
~ cheerful
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Relationships
Gabriel Nicolev: you never see this pair more than 100 metres apart from eachother, whether it’s in the gym training or just walking around campus they are always together. Many people mistake the pair to be dating but they aren’t. But does Xiao Gong have feelings for him that she isn’t noticing?
Xiao Yu: The SIAA China line. They bonded over the fact that they are Chinese but then developed a sibling like relationship as Xiao Gong is always offering him advice on how to land jumps even if She has no idea about figure skatin, she just wants to help him.
Esmeralda Lee: Xiao Gong’s mother when her actual mother isn’t around. The two girls became extremely close when placed in the same dorm room and became like sisters.
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Bio:
Growing up in Hong Kong as an only child her parents put her under a lot of pressure to perform well in every thing she did. Xiao Gong was the perfect child, perfect grades, pretty and an aspiring national athlete but behind the perfect mask was an exhausted girl. The pressure Xiao Gong felt by her parents and peers to became to much for her to handle and so one day she snapped. She abandoned her studies and focused solely on her Taekwondo, she didn’t try so hard to please anyone anymore and she became much more confident than when she was ‘perfect’. Now that she was only focused on Taekwondo she shot up through the ranks as she achieved her 1st degree black belt at age 17, one of the youngest ever.
Xiao Gong learnt how to truly be herself and pursue the things she loves without apologising for it. Her talent and fighting spirit gained her a place at Seoul Athletics school, a new and exciting start for the upcoming Taekwondo athlete.
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Name: Kim Hye-Sin.
[Korean name given by the foster home.]
Nickname: Mad dog.
Nationality: Korean.
Age: 20.
Gender: Female.
Sexuality: Pansexual.
Height: 175cm
Weight: 68kg.
Looks: Dark brown eyes, chocolate brown hair, abs.
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Program: Boxing.
Clubs: Dancing.
Strengths: Endurance, power, footwork.
Weaknesses: Overconfidence, wild.
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Personality: Hye-Sin is very ambitious, stubborn and determined. She refuses to give up in a difficult situation and she is also very head strong. She is well known for her undying and furious fighting spirit. Hye-Sin enjoys to play against strong opponents and sees no point in boxing when there are no challenges; this was evident when Hye-Sin faced first years who didn’t have a lot of experience. The down-side of this, is that she is also very hot-headed and has a short temper. It is revealed that she has a serious case of arachnophobia: having seen a spider in the gym and immediately running over to the other side. She is also a glutton and is able to eat two times a normal meal, therefore she learned to cook and became pretty good at it.
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Biography: Hye-Sin grew up in an orphanage, her parents having left her on the doorstep as they couldn’t take care for her, at least that was what the nuns had said. The people living in there became her family instead. However when it became known where she lived [her appearance didn't help as she wasn't Korean like the others], students thought of her as an easy target for bullying which had started in elementary school. Despite being bullied, she never cried in public as she didn’t want to show anyone her weak side, only crying in the bathroom when nobody was around. The bullying didn’t stop and only became worse which made her sign up for boxing lessons with the consent of her caretakers. Learning it diligently while trying to keep her calm but failed most of the time. However her temper seemed to be her strength in a way. After months of training, she decided that enough was enough and faced her bullies. Crunching the leader of them beneath her feet which made the others scurry away. She received the nickname Mad Dog by the students of her school. She kept on training and became stronger, gaining more confidence and no longer seeing herself as a weakling. Even joining competitions with her club, winning about 60% in total of her matches. It wasn’t enough. So once time came to get into a college, she heard about Athlet Academy. Later on she got in and joined the boxing program as well as a dancing one. Her winning percentage went up to 75% due to receiving more opportunities and experience.
Relationships:
> Family: the people of the orphanage which she occasionally visits.
> Couple of friends at school.
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Other:
> Likes to eat, especially BBQ.
> Allergic to peanuts.
> Listens to country music when concentrating on something [keeps her relaxed].
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Loser
Name: Seoung Hyun
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay. Very gay. Super super gay. Might casually date and kiss a girl but will never go further than that.
Nationality: Korean
Programme: Ice skating
Clubs: Dance
Height: 5'8
Weight: idk. 145lbs?
Relationships: None as of yet.
Looks: Nothing all that distinguishable. Though I guess he's got some AMAZINGLY clear skin if you really wanna brag about it. The image will show what he looks like I guess.
Bio: Born in Korea. Where exactly doesn't matter, his life was pretty ununique. Had his fair share of bullies. He struggled with his sexual orientation in youth, never quite able to let anybody know and never quite being able to come out of the closet. His parents always suspected it but they never outright asked or made direct accusations. His parents were very stern and strict, assuming they were around. They never actually approved of any of his activities as a Korean youth. They VERY traditional in a way. Always focused on money and their careers. Things like reputation and honor weighed heavily on their mind. In many ways they were very much stereotypical asian parents. So concerned with grades and a good eduaction. They did not approve of his love of modern trends and flamboyance. He was placed in an unwanted arranged marriage at a young age, a dying trend in Korea. Seong refused it outright, much to the distaste and disapproval of his parents. After fighting back and forth they agreed to have him enrolled in Athletica Academy to pursue a career in figure skating. With their disapproval out of the way he hoped that whatever was coming with these new changes that it would be for the better. He wanted something different out of life.
Personality: Cute, shy, quite, kind of gay. Okay, VERY gay. Always watching and listening and always likes learning new things. He has an obsession with modern western culture and is very much a maverick when it comes to social norms of his society.
Likes: Boys, milkshakes, bringing them all to the yard. He likes reading, writing and music. Art and literature are things he likes and there are many more things that he likes.
Dislikes: Rude people, bullies, pressuring social situations. Hates parents with big hang ups about social norms.
Strengths: Graceful, coordinated, has a stage presence unlike any other.
Weaknesses: Shy, quiet, doesn't really get out of his shell very much. Not as much as he should or not in the right ways.
Age: 18
Sex: Male
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay. Very gay. Super super gay. Might casually date and kiss a girl but will never go further than that.
Nationality: Korean
Programme: Ice skating
Clubs: Dance
Height: 5'8
Weight: idk. 145lbs?
Relationships: None as of yet.
Looks: Nothing all that distinguishable. Though I guess he's got some AMAZINGLY clear skin if you really wanna brag about it. The image will show what he looks like I guess.
Bio: Born in Korea. Where exactly doesn't matter, his life was pretty ununique. Had his fair share of bullies. He struggled with his sexual orientation in youth, never quite able to let anybody know and never quite being able to come out of the closet. His parents always suspected it but they never outright asked or made direct accusations. His parents were very stern and strict, assuming they were around. They never actually approved of any of his activities as a Korean youth. They VERY traditional in a way. Always focused on money and their careers. Things like reputation and honor weighed heavily on their mind. In many ways they were very much stereotypical asian parents. So concerned with grades and a good eduaction. They did not approve of his love of modern trends and flamboyance. He was placed in an unwanted arranged marriage at a young age, a dying trend in Korea. Seong refused it outright, much to the distaste and disapproval of his parents. After fighting back and forth they agreed to have him enrolled in Athletica Academy to pursue a career in figure skating. With their disapproval out of the way he hoped that whatever was coming with these new changes that it would be for the better. He wanted something different out of life.
Personality: Cute, shy, quite, kind of gay. Okay, VERY gay. Always watching and listening and always likes learning new things. He has an obsession with modern western culture and is very much a maverick when it comes to social norms of his society.
Likes: Boys, milkshakes, bringing them all to the yard. He likes reading, writing and music. Art and literature are things he likes and there are many more things that he likes.
Dislikes: Rude people, bullies, pressuring social situations. Hates parents with big hang ups about social norms.
Strengths: Graceful, coordinated, has a stage presence unlike any other.
Weaknesses: Shy, quiet, doesn't really get out of his shell very much. Not as much as he should or not in the right ways.
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Name: Yuuto Ueda
Nationality: Full-blooded Japanese
Age: Twenty (20) years old
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Height: 6'1 (185cm)
Weight: 78 kg (172 lbs)
Appearance:
xxxxxxNatural russet-colored eyes
xxxxxxKept his hair original (cocoa-brown) color (Doesn't like dying his hair in any color)
xxxxxxNot as muscular as many males, but is in a decent size of 19% body fat. He likes to leave his hair down and on rare occasions, will brush up his hair. People remembered him due to his distinct kind smile.
xxxxxx Has a scar on the side of his hip from being injured at one of his volleyball games in a tournament back in high school.
Program: Volleyball (Position: Outside hitter)
Clubs: Swimming & taekwondo
Strengths: Strong outside hitter, quick on his feet, tall, and has a high rate of endurance.
Weaknesses: Has too much fun (mostly during practice), sometimes not as serious as he should be (sometimes), plays soft if opposing team isn't as competitive, cramps on his back shoulder because he doesn't stretch well
Specialties: Judo, volleyball, doodling in class, English
Hobbies: Going out for a walk, [has a golden retriever],
Life for Yuuto was plain and ordinary. South from the bustling and famous city of Tokyo, he was born and raised in Yokohama, Japan. He lived in a middle-class environment where he could live without worrying about where his next meal is and was always known to be a bright young child. Yuuto's father owned a small business store where he taught young children and adults judo. His father was part of the judo team at one point that represented Japan in his prime years, but as time went on, the old man retired and wanted to teach his children and other people how to defend themselves.
Around the age of five, Yuuto began his Judo lessons at a beginning level. There was one thing that always bothered him so much: he hated it. He didn't like being thrown by his father and other kids and sure enough, he didn't like to fight other children his size to throw them down too. Yeah it was competitive alright and Yuuto was decent at Judo, but he never felt the adrenaline in throwing people or compete against them. Maybe it was the pressure that Yuuto would have to live under his father's shadow, and he didn't want that. Still, even if he detested it, he continued to take judo lessons and training until he reached his middle school years. Judo was a sport that he was forced to participate in. He wasn't interested in any other sports because he wasn't introduced to any other sports that caught his interest-that is until he saw his brother's team and volleyball game. His older brother, who was a year older than him, joined the volleyball team and went to go watch them compete against another school. His experience watching his older brother beat the other team with his teammates and spike the ball down was phenomenal to the teenage boy. His eyes lit up and everyone's cheering and the team's encouragement to each other made Yuuto envious. That's when he wanted to join the volleyball team. He knew he wouldn't surpass his brother, but he wanted to try something different than judo.
Luckily for Yuuto, since he was trained since young, the male caught up with their conditioning and tryouts and joined the team. He wasn't the best player at first in middle school, but as time went on, Yuuto (alongside with his older brother) worked together on the volleyball team all the way until they graduated in high school. The two brothers were always together until the older brother left to live on his own to study medicine at the University of Tokyo. Not knowing what he wanted to do in his life, Yuuto questioned his path in life until he received an invitation in Seoul, South Korea to an academy called, "Athletica Academy."
With something to go for, especially since his love for volleyball stuck onto him, Yuuto left his family and home behind and flew to Seoul to find his path in the academy.
Yuuto is an easy going person who is light-hearted and would seem to be receptive to other people and strangers. Although he's a friendly person who may be approachable to many (and his patience is long), when he is in an emotional distress, he has no way to let it out (thus, volleyball is the solution for him) and keeps his temperament in until he explodes. He relishes the little things in life and gets really into topics that he likes (this includes class too). Although this is true, this idiot does things without thinking, causing him to be reckless sometimes (especially when he thinks he lost his phone, but he's holding it
). The young man is a perfectionist with volleyball and tries to practice so he will not put his team down and fall behind. 
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hold my earrings, please.
name... violet lorne
age... 19
gender... female
nationality... new zealand
sexuality... heterosexual
weight... 60 kg (~132lbs)
height... 173 cm (~5'7)
looks...
+ medium length blonde hair
+ blue eyes
+ a small birthmark on her neck that people always mistake for a hickey
age... 19
gender... female
nationality... new zealand
sexuality... heterosexual
weight... 60 kg (~132lbs)
height... 173 cm (~5'7)
looks...
+ medium length blonde hair
+ blue eyes
+ a small birthmark on her neck that people always mistake for a hickey
in depth—
program; track (specializing in long-distance and aquathlons)
clubs; swimming
strengths;
+ incredibly high stamina
+ strong mind (when she gets into it)
+ highly motivated
weaknesses;
+ very anxious under pressure (especially before running, she would find herself wanting to throw up)
+ skin bruises very easily
+ fears failure
+ SHE CAN'T DANCE AND PLEASE DON'T ASK HER TO
hobbies;
+ sketching still-life and portraits
+ photography
clubs; swimming
strengths;
+ incredibly high stamina
+ strong mind (when she gets into it)
+ highly motivated
weaknesses;
+ very anxious under pressure (especially before running, she would find herself wanting to throw up)
+ skin bruises very easily
+ fears failure
+ SHE CAN'T DANCE AND PLEASE DON'T ASK HER TO
hobbies;
+ sketching still-life and portraits
+ photography
personality—
personality;
Here’s the thing with Violet. You look at her and you think she’s very chill and calm because she doesn’t talk much, and she has that laidback aura to her — but no. no, no, no. Her mind is frantically searching for something to say and her palms are sweating waterfalls. so when you say hello to her she’d probably return it with a “um hi” in the meanest tone possible without meaning to. That said, Violet believes that people don’t have to talk all the time; to be able to share a comfortable silence with the person you love is beautiful.
When it comes to running, Violet takes it very seriously.
The blasé act drops and the professional Violet steps in. There is nothing that can stop her from finishing the last two kilometres. Her mind is steel. On the track, she is immortal. Once she decides to do something, she will excel at it; where most people will give up and move on, Violet climbs further.
But when she falls, she falls hard.
She’d constantly beat herself up for it, saying how stupid and incapable she is even weeks after what happened. During times like this, Violet would want someone there to support her — more than she admits — despite being so self-sufficient.
As seen in her aforementioned awkward social skills, Violet finds it difficult to truly loosen up in front of people; you definitely will not find her wasted during ungodly hours of the night (...unless she’s in one of those ‘I am a failure don’t talk to me’ states) nor giving a speech to a large group of people. So although she may sometimes come off as robotic, depressing or outright crazy, Violet cares. She’s just, like, super creepy about it.
Here’s the thing with Violet. You look at her and you think she’s very chill and calm because she doesn’t talk much, and she has that laidback aura to her — but no. no, no, no. Her mind is frantically searching for something to say and her palms are sweating waterfalls. so when you say hello to her she’d probably return it with a “um hi” in the meanest tone possible without meaning to. That said, Violet believes that people don’t have to talk all the time; to be able to share a comfortable silence with the person you love is beautiful.
When it comes to running, Violet takes it very seriously.
The blasé act drops and the professional Violet steps in. There is nothing that can stop her from finishing the last two kilometres. Her mind is steel. On the track, she is immortal. Once she decides to do something, she will excel at it; where most people will give up and move on, Violet climbs further.
But when she falls, she falls hard.
She’d constantly beat herself up for it, saying how stupid and incapable she is even weeks after what happened. During times like this, Violet would want someone there to support her — more than she admits — despite being so self-sufficient.
As seen in her aforementioned awkward social skills, Violet finds it difficult to truly loosen up in front of people; you definitely will not find her wasted during ungodly hours of the night (...unless she’s in one of those ‘I am a failure don’t talk to me’ states) nor giving a speech to a large group of people. So although she may sometimes come off as robotic, depressing or outright crazy, Violet cares. She’s just, like, super creepy about it.
biography—
biography; Amidst the rolling hills and green pastures of New Zealand, growing up on a farm had its ups and downs, but most of the time, it was every kid’s dream. The farmhouse was cozy, warmed by a crackling fire during the chilly winter, and the kitchen had the aroma of Mama’s baking all year round. For Violet, it was a safe place to explore, to run, to play. In fact, farm games were the best. She’d jump out from the dark place between hay bales just to see Papa temporarily go into cardiac arrest or she’d race her brother from the house to the stables because the last one to get on their horse was “a rotten egg!” Yes, there were chores, but with muddy boots and the wind tousling their hair, life was perfect.
Everyday, Violet ran about 1 km from the farm to the bus stop to catch her school bus, and she got real fast at it. She noticed that when she was ‘it’ when they played catch, everyone would groan; heck, she even started beating her older brother in races and he was always better than her at everything.
Until high school rolled around.
Violet was sent to live with her Aunt in the city to attend high school, with her brother having already moved a year before. Her new home was in Whanganui and had a population of around 40,000. That wasn’t a lot compared to the big cities with millions of people, but for Violet, Whanganui was a big change from what she was used to. Her aunt was a sweet lady, and the settling in was quick and easy but the hard part was school.
Freshman year, Violet joined the track team. In the mornings and after school, she trained. During the weekends, she trained. Everyday was training and Violet loved it. She made a few friends from the team, her academics were consistent and life in the city was pleasant than she expected — until the Junior girls started staring. It was the type of stare that made you want to shrivel up into a corner and hide, like everything you did was wrong and embarrassing. Violet decided to let them be; maybe it was just because she was a new student to the team?
Of course not.
Throughout her freshman and sophomore year, achievements came flowing in: Violet broke the school’s record for the 5 km run, at 19.26 minutes. She placed first in the inter-school 2km event. She became the top 10 fastest long-distance female runner in New Zealand who was under 18 years old. It was unbelievable, and she received lots of attention for it, especially from the Juniors in the track team. In fact, it turned from staring, to calling her ‘stupid’ and ‘ugly’, to slapping and kicking her behind the school.
Every. Single. Day.
Violet came home with bruises and scratches all over her body, and her aunt and brother always asked why she looked like that. “Track,” She always said. And that was the truth. She was abused for being able to run faster than normal — that was it.
So one sunny, beautiful day, Violet quit track.
Those girls got what they wanted. Everyone was shocked. Why did she quit? Wasn’t that such a waste of talent? If I was her I’d never quit. Was she stupid? Violet never ran again. Every step she took on the track would remind her of every punch that collided with her face. People lost interest in her and Violet was ever so lonely. She ached to go back to the farm with her brother, to be able to embrace Mama and Papa in her arms and listen to nothing but the sound of water rushing down the river nearby, and the melodic chirps of birds building nests in the trees.
Junior year, the girls graduated and they were never to be seen again. But they’d left a deep scar in Violet’s heart, and she still swore never to do track. On the first day, she’d heard that a boy had transferred from South Korea and that he was the second fastest runner, under 18, in his country. Violet watched him ace a 200m sprint during Sports Day, all the while with a smile on his face and giving humble handshakes to his competitors. People were congratulating him and cheering him on, just like they did to Violet, and she grew a little jealous.
After the track event, Violet was sitting on a bench alone sipping from a bottle of water when he sat down next to her. She remembers their first conversation.
“Violet! I mean, you’re Violet Lorne right?” He asked. She immediately noticed his American accent, and the way he seemed to be glowing even after having run 200m a few minutes ago.
“Yes.”
“I’m Minhyuk. The exchange student guy.”
He trailed off, expecting Violet to introduce herself or something. But she didn’t say anything, leaving a short awkward silence to hang in the air. Minhyuk cleared his throat. “Um, I saw your track record and you’re really fast. I’m impressed!”
Another awkward silence.
“Well, I was just wondering why you quit track? Did you inju-”
“Why do you even care?” Violet interrupted. She was mad. So, so, so mad. Why was Minhyuk, the second fastest runner in South Korea, even bothering to talk to her? Why she quit was none of his business. With that, Violet chugged the rest of the water in the bottle and stomped away.
The next day, Violet felt really bad; Minhyuk was just trying to be nice. But despite her very rude first impression, he came to her and apologized for being “really nosy”. What kind of person does that? And he kept talking to her. He wanted to be friends. At first, Violet was hesitant, but his persistence and bubbly personality got to her and they quickly became close.
He got her to continue track again.
It was difficult — she broke down so many times — but it changed her life. Minhyuk taught her how to strengthen her mind; how to swing her arms at a different angle to run a little faster; how to be whole again. Heck, he even persuaded her to join the swim team as well. But the year went by too fast. Their time was running out. Before she knew it, Minhyuk had gone back to Seoul. As time went by, work piled up and they lost contact.
Senior year, Violet beat Minhyuk’s 200m record by 4 seconds. Freshman year of college, she placed first for the Women’s 10km Cross Country National Championship. But most importantly, she was accepted into Korea’s most elite athletics school: Seoul International Athletics Academy’s transfer programme.
It has been a wild roller coaster ride, and there’s a whole new chapter waiting for Violet: From a farm girl in New Zealand’s countryside to being a transfer student in Seoul, all the while trying to find the boy who put her life back on track.
Come what may, for she will conquer.
relationships—
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