☰★ THE GIRLS

[allure]

☰★ GIRL GANG GANG

RULES & INFO.

`♡. This RP is semi-detailed/detailed so average post length should be at least two solid paragraphs or ~350 words.
`♡. Faceclaims must be realistic.
`♡. The setting is Seoul, South Korea. Not all characters have to be Korean, but it would be preferable if they have all lived in Korea for a long time and/or understand Korean culture for simplicity's sake.
`♡. Roles are not first-come, first-serve. I will be judging based on creativity, writing ability, and the quality of the characters in general. Please keep this in mind.
`♡. Current deadline for CS's is Monday, June 18th.
`♡. The Discord server for the RP: here
`♡. Link to the interest check: here

CS REQUIREMENTS

Full name.
Age. 17 or 18; the Cutiepie could be as young 16 if she's a first year.
Role.
Year. Equivalent to "grade," all club members are second or third years (juniors or seniors). The Cutiepie can be a first year since she was the only member who willingly joined the club.

You can condense the following into one general "appearance" paragraph if you want to. Please include at least two clear pictures of your character as well.
Ethnicity.
Height.
Weight. Or alternatively, describe their body (are they skinny, curvy, athletic, etc.)
Hair color.
Eye color.

Personality. You can either write this in paragraph form or list traits with an analysis for each one.
Background. Make sure to at least address the information given in the role descriptions (ex. Did anything happen in the Go-Getter's life that made her so ambitious? What is the story behind the Artist's mental health issues?).

`♡. These are just the requirements for the CS. If you'd like to add anything extra, feel free.
`♡. Also be prepared to discuss possible relationships with other characters.

(These characters are not meant to be and should not be perfect. They all have flaws, even if those flaws are not explicitly addressed in the brief role description.)

THE CUTIEPIE - The Cutiepie is small and precious, with adorable mannerisms to boot. Her smile can melt the hearts of the strictest teachers, a fact she knows well and often takes advantage of. People go out of their way to help her, whether that be getting her something she didn't ask for, giving her the homework answers she didn't ask for, or walking her somewhere without her request. In fact, the Cutiepie rarely asks for the attention she receives, and she just as rarely rejects it. She's actually quite capable on her own as one of the top students in her class. She has a flair for disregarding rules and also happens to be a talented cook.

THE BOY MAGNET - She's gone through not one, not two, but six boyfriends in her time at Gamjeong High. However you want to sugarcoat it, the Boy Magnet has been labeled a slut, plain and simple. Maybe she's not the best at handling relationships but neither are the boys she dates, which is why she breaks up with them to begin with. The Boy Magnet is on a mission to find the exact right partner for herself, the perfect fit - is it her fault that no one has met her standards so far?... Maybe.

THE GO-GETTER - The best grades, the best job prospects, the best university, the best friends – the Go-Getter knows what she wants, and she thinks she knows just how to get it. She goes after her goals without much consideration for whose toes she steps on and who she bosses around, leaving many other students to whisper about how she's a total bitch behind her back. After all, the Go-Getter is clearly confident in herself and almost too independent. Her peers assume that calling her a bitch to her face probably wouldn't hurt much.

THE ARTIST - Sometimes daydreamy and other times manic, the Artist is a talented, lively individual with a love for the beautiful things in life and enjoying herself as much as she can. Her skill in [art form] has earned her the admiration of many of her peers. She's popular, fashionable, and she's got a hot boyfriend. The reality is that she suffers from anxiety and depression, but very few people even suspect this; after all, she has everything a girl could want, right?

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[youngkyun]

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[allure]

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BYUN HASOL

▸ Student at Gamjeong High School

byun, hasol

eighteen

the beauty

third year

asexual aromantic

Hasol is a Korean girl and a natural beauty, with glowing skin and exquisite features. She stands at 168 cm (5'6'') tall and has a slender, willowy frame. Her hair is long and black, and her eyes are dark brown. She has a simple, almost lazy style; even her makeup conveys an effortless radiance. Her beauty isn't the kind that dazzles you right away - it's the kind that sneaks up on you and leaves you reeling.

"It's such a shame, all the boys at school are dying for you!"

Hasol is all porcelain skin, thin wrists, and soft smiles. Everything about her on the surface suggests a dainty and delicate heart, but behind this lovely countenance, there's hellfire.

The thing is, Hasol has a boiling temper. She's sensitive to the smallest infractions and doesn't hesitate before lashing out. Catching her in a bad mood or, god forbid, causing her bad mood is like being forced to circle around an angry cobra. She spits venomous insults that can no doubt hurt one's feelings, and though she sometimes regrets her words in hindsight, she's almost always too obstinate to take them back.

When she isn't in a bad mood, Hasol can be a comforting presence, strangely enough. She has an innate inclination to take care of others. To her, her occasional harsh words are just that - words - and when someone shows that they're in pain, she'll come to their rescue in all her gentle glory (whether they want her to save them or not is something else altogether). Her raw brands of grace and elegance are captivating. They make it too easy to get caught up in the way she moves her hands when she speaks, the way her hair swings in a dark curtain down to the small of her back. They make it so easy to get caught up in these minor motions that many people, especially her peers, forget to listen to what she's saying. Hasol is aware of this when it happens - those sweet eyes catch everything - and she will make herself be heard.

The way she is, it may not be surprising that she doesn't have many close friends. She has many "friends," yes, but very few that she feels enough of a bond with to share anything too personal. This is made worse by the fact that Hasol holds grudges for ages and is as stubborn as a bull, digging in her heels and refusing to give to anyone. To those close friends she does have, her loyalty is unwavering. She'll defend them against anything and anyone. Her effeminate, caring side is paired with one that is fun-loving and, for lack of a better word, endlessly sassy.

She has gifts that often go unnoticed in the classroom, since she's not a bookish girl, but she's creative and organized and would have a knack for leading a group to success - if her classmates would give her the chance to take charge, that is. But delicate, pretty girls like her can't handle that kind of pressure.

"Let them die then."

PERSONALITY

Byun Jinki's daughter showed up at his doorstep after nine years of no contact with a baby girl in her arms. She explained to him what had happened in a calm voice. The only person who remembers her story today is Hasol, and Hasol only knows the pieces that her grandfather told her. Her mother had no money, but she had a man. This man treated her well, her mother said, but there was no way to take care of the baby since they had no money. Once she and the man found jobs and a place to live (as if those were things that one simply found on the street), they would come back for little Hasol. Her swollen eyes and the poorly concealed bruises on her neck betrayed the parts of her story that she left out. She left Hasol with her parents, walked out the door, and never came back.

Growing up with her grandparents, Hasol never felt as if something was missing from her life. She knew that she had parents, but they were an afterthought, the kind of relatives that you see in a family picture you rarely look at and think Oh, that's right. Them. I wonder how they're doing now. That was how little she missed them. Her grandma and grandpa showered her in all the love she could ever want. Her childhood was spent in their cottage on the tallest hill in Damyang, the one that overlooked the bamboo forests. She would run through the bamboo as a child and say hello to the ahjummas sweeping the streets, getting her cheeks pinched in return. "Pretty as a plum blossom," they would call her. Then she came home when the sun was sinking in the sky and sat down on the worn leather couch. Her grandma would sit beside her, and her grandpa would sit across from them in the big armchair. He would flip open the massive book of fairy tales and nursery rhymes that he brought with him, and he would read whichever one caught his eye first. They would all talk about what the anecdote meant before he moved on to another. The ritual would repeat itself until dinnertime, and then Hasol's grandma would cook seaweed stew and bamboo soup and two other delicious dishes. She promised she would teach Hasol how to cook these dishes once she got a little older.

One evening, her grandparents decided to make yakgwa as a treat. This wasn't an uncommon occurrence. Mix the ingredients, bake for 25 minutes, and they'd have a crispy dessert to share out on the front steps. After they left the yakgwa in the oven, Hasol's grandmother went upstairs to take a nap, and Hasol left to play outside. Jinki went for a short walk to town. He liked to stretch his legs everyday, and a walk to town and back would take 15 minutes at most. He met one of his old friends at the gimbap store, and they reminisced about their younger days. It was late, and most of the other shops had closed. The stars didn't seem as bright as they usually did, and it wasn't until his friend was pointing up the hill and shouting that Jinki realized why: a plume of smoke was billowing from the top of the hill, blocking the light of the sky.

He was well into his older years, but Jinki reached the house before the firetruck did. Hasol was on the front lawn, screaming. Half the house was engulfed in orange, the smoke so intense that it stung his eyes and burned his lungs. Where was his wife? He was still yelling her name when emergency services arrived.

Hasol and her grandfather moved to Busan, mainly at Hasol's insistence. She was only 13, but she knew staying in Damyang would be bad for the both of them. Hopefully the big city would help somehow - distract them or consume them, maybe. Something else consumed her grandfather first. He began withdrawing into himself. When he left their apartment, he would get lost almost immediately, and Hasol worried herself sick until she'd find him. She stopped letting him leave the house and looked for a doctor who could fix him. Maybe he had hit his head and hadn't told her. When she did get a doctor, the reality was so much worse. As he spiraled, declining further and further into a place where she couldn't reach him, she too began pulling into herself at school.

The way people treated her at school was strange, too. For one thing, everyone called her pretty, but it was different from the way the ahjummas in Damyang had said it. One of the boys in class asked her out in front of everyone, and her homeroom teacher told her she'd make a beautiful wife someday, and Hasol cried in the bathroom afterwards. Wasn't it a good thing to be pretty? The boys certainly thought so, and she knew the girls did too, although many of them sneered at her and made fun of her pigtails. She wanted to do things on her own, but it was like she wasn't allowed to. There would always be a big, strong someone there to help her when she didn't want them to, usually a boy or a teacher. She decided for then that it was alright if they did her work for her; all she cared about was her grandfather, and she didn't have time to study when she was taking care of him.

The morning her grandfather forgot her name, she didn't go to school.

She didn't go to school until her school called threatening to expel her for the amount of absences. She'd been learning how to manage her grandparents' finances for a while, since she'd come to Busan really. She knew she needed to do well in school and get a job if she wanted to remain independent (and out of a children's home). She'd have to learn how to do things on her own if she wanted to stay with her grandpa. Hasol and Karen met by chance. Karen was a foreigner and a professional caretaker who had been looking for work. Maybe she helped her out of pity. The reason didn't really matter. Karen helped Hasol take care of things at home and gave Hasol a little time to focus on herself.

It broke Hasol's heart a little every time she came home to her grandfather dancing with no one in the kitchen or sitting at the dining table with a cup of tea for himself and a cup of tea for the unoccupied chair across from him. He kept the radio on a folk music channel and stared listlessly out the window, eyes following images that she couldn't see. Every night, she sat him on the stained sofa and pulled out the book of nursery rhymes and fairy tales, one of the few things they'd been able to salvage from the fire. She'd flip open the massive book, and she would read whichever one caught her eye first. She would talk about what she thought the anecdote meant before she moved on to another. Sometimes he would grab her wrist and look into her eyes, and her breath would catch in her throat, hope welling up in her throat. But then he would look away and touch the book with a withered hand. The ritual would repeat itself until dinnertime, and then Karen would heat up a frozen meal or make them sandwiches. Hasol ate in her room so she could study (she didn't want to see Karen feeding him).

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Year. senior
Height. 5'5
Her build is slim, and her legs are long giving her the appearance that she's taller then she actually is.
Hair color. black
Eye color. brown

A dreamer is often what this girl is called. Most of her time she's stuck up in her own head, thinking of random things like the shapes of the clouds, or what palette would be good for her new sketch. She spends most of her time daydreaming, head up in the clouds. Though, when she's not focused or daydreaming, she's usually pretty excitable and hyper, always eager to try new things. Her whole lifestyle is too live freely and enjoy herself while she does it. Her passion sometimes turns into stubbornness and often makes her get into fights with friends and family. She's mostly a pacifist, but she doesn't mind if someone gets what they deserve.

What people usually don't see though are the constant battles in her head telling her she isn't good enough. Despite hiding it well, Bing has a lot of issues with anxiety and depression. This has caused her many issues, lack of motivation, ignoring her friends and family, and dipping grades are just some of the few. She tends to be more quiet and shy due to her anxiety and often doesn't try to get close to others first. Her depression makes her insecure about herself, making her way less confident then how she puts herself out to be.

[/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [div class=outerii] [div class=history]history[/div] [div class=conti] [div class=textinner] [div class=para]TW: ABUSE

Born in Taizhou, China, Bing was often a person who enjoyed adventure. Heading out in the afternoons and not coming home until dinner time. She always loved nature and all it had to offer. That's when she fell in love with art, she would take a pencil and some paper and sit out by the lakes and forests, drawing them. It was a way for her to express herself, since she had a hard time doing that normally. At 15 her dad told her that they'd be moving to South Korea in a year. She was angry to say the least. She didn't want to leave her friends behind and go to a foreign country she didn't even know the language of. Bing studied hard to learn Korean, and when the day finally came, Bign said goodbye to her old life and boarded the plane to South Korea. Since it was summer, she had only two months to get a basic knowledge of the language so her parents signed her up for tutoring. Her tutor was a handsome male from Shanghai named Ting Wei, that had moved here when he was young. The two instantly became close, and after a few sessions he finally asked her out on a date. After a month the two started dating, happy as could be together. They attended the same school and Bings Korean got progressively better, and she was able to finally make some friends. Fast forward a year and everything had changed. Wei would ignore her texts, say he was "busy" with family, and then Bing would find him in videos at random parties. Wei became increasingly rude and impatient, if she were drawing a painting and told him to wait, he'd yell and tell her to just go home by herself, storming off and leaving the young girl confused. The Junior prom was the first night he ever laid his hands on her. He thought her dress was too "skimpy" despite it not being super showy and she had gathered a few looks that night, some guys saying she was pretty and complimenting her, wei pulled her off to the hallway and slapped her, calling her a slut. He told her she only wanted attention, and that her body wasn't good enough for that dress anyway. Bing was ultimately distraught and terrified, but she did nothing about it thinking, maybe he's just in a bad mood, he won't hurt me again. It had only got worse from there, he would rip up paintings and shove her if she talked back to him. This started to make her slip into depression, thinking she wasn't good enough, that she deserved all the abuse she was facing. Though she knew her reputation around school so she acted like she wasn't hurting and held her head high to this day, despite behind the scenes her life being a huge mess.

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Name:
Yoon Yeoul
Age:
Eighteen
Year:
Third Year
Gender:
Cis Female
Sexuality:
Bisexual
Role:
The Athlete
DOB:
November 5
POB:
Busan, SK

Appearance

Yeoul is not your typical Korean female, standing at 5'10 or 178 cm. There aren't many other girls that match her height. With her height comes long limbs that used to be awkward in her middle school days, but since then she has grown into them. After years of volleyball, she has developed quite a bit of muscle, although she has also gained many scars as a testament to her dedication. As a result of rigorous training, her body is impressive, almost the ideal build for that of a female athlete and even a model. However some only see her intimidating build, overlooking the fact that she's actually quite beautiful. Yeoul has long, silky chestnut brown hair (dyed so after her teammate wanted to try a new color on her first). Although, she often has her hair swept into a high ponytail. Her eyes are wide and bright, dark-brown in hue. Luckily, she was blessed with perfect vision with no need to wear glasses. Finally, Yeoul's personal style is pretty much only sports clothing, most coming from volleyball camps and clinics she's attended. However, she does have a love for more fashionable clothing, yet she rarely has time to pursue that interest.

Personality

At first glance, Yeoul appears intimidating with her tall height and athletic build. Some people think she's another crazy athlete that only ever tries to become the best with no regard for the people around them. People label her as a brute without even getting to know her first. On the contrary, Yeoul is probably one of the sweetest and most caring individuals you will meet. If you're in need of help, she will be the first person to offer her help. Yeoul places everyone else over herself. She adopts a bright and positive personality in order to compensate for others pessimism. She'll hype you up or offer wise words when you're down. She's always the first to say that you are good enough or even better than you believe. There are times where she can bring the best out of someone with her infectious attitude. However, Yeoul does have a tendency to sugar-coat things. She doesn't want to be "mean". When she does criticize something, there's usually a "but" afterward, followed by some word of encouragement.

Yeoul doesn't follow her own advice. Yeoul doesn't practice what she preaches. She tries her best not to show it, but Yeoul is very critical of herself. Everyone experiences self-doubt or a lack of self-confidence, and Yeoul isn't special in that case either. However, she has the capability to believe in everyone else so fiercely, so strongly, but she can't find that same passion for herself. There's always a cloud of doubt hovering over her head that only really disappears on the court. Yeoul just lacks the self-confidence to actually pursue other things. How she sees it is that she already can't do it, therefore, there is no reason to pursue it. People have already told her that's she's too tall for this, she's not smart enough for this, she has no rhythm for this. The only thing people have ever said she had talent for was volleyball. In her insecurity, she finds herself envious of other people where she'll envision being as perfect as someone else, but lacks the motivation to at least try to achieve that vision.

In terms of athletics, she is extremely dedicated, after all, volleyball is the only thing she's good at in her own eyes. Yeoul always pushes for improvement, of herself, of her team. Even when practice ends, Yeoul is most likely that person who stays behind to keep practicing, practicing, practicing. Becoming one of the number one athletes in the school doesn't happen overnight. She's constantly striving to better herself, to learn more strategies, to grow stronger. Yeoul has something to prove to herself, to the whole school. She vies to be seen as an exceptional athlete among any of the others, male or female, it doesn't matter. Sometimes she pushes too hard. She has a tendency to forget about herself. She forgets that her body can only take so much. She forgets that she's already good enough. Yeoul has her limits. She has so much pride in volleyball that if anyone insults it, she can't help but take it personally. Yeoul doesn't get infuriated, instead, she turns that anger into the motivation to work even harder. Perhaps she's one-track-minded like that, fixating on this single aspect of herself. That is why she's always so set on perfecting her skills. It isn't a matter of can she do better; it's a matter of she will do better. It gets tiring sometimes, having to prove herself constantly. Nowadays, Yeoul just wants to find the perfect balance of being taken seriously for her hard work without seeming like such a brute.

Biography

Yoon Yeoul was born and raised in Busan, South Korea.Her mother had played with South Korea's national volleyball team for a short time until she sustained a career-ending injury. Inha had easily decided to become a coach and part-time referee afterward, juggling caring for Yeoul with her newfound career. Yeoul's father had also grown up in the world of volleyball, except he decided to take the physical therapist path. Coincidentally, that is how her parents met. Yoon Jinyoung and Kim Inha had always been happy-go-lucky people which translated to their parenting. She was their first child or "test-run kid" as they like to call her. A volleyball court probably wasn't the safest place for a young child, but Yeoul's early childhood was filled with tagging along to the gym to watch countless volleyball practices and games ranging from grade schoolers to high schoolers to even pro teams. She was free to roam the courts, always happiest when she was allowed to run around. Volleyball athletes were her babysitters, lifting and tossing her up to make her squeal with laughter. Her world had always been filled with volleyball; this sport, her mother's passion, was always an integral part of her life.

Of course, being surrounded by volleyball since the very beginning, Yeoul took on volleyball as her own. Even at a young age, she showed great promise at becoming a successful athlete. Volleyball came naturally to her to no one's surprise. Her mother pushed her to be the best, expecting nothing less from her. It was her mother that nudged her in the direction of volleyball. Like any child, Yeoul was curious and always wanted to try new things from other sports to music to drawing to anything in between. Her mother, on the other hand, had different plans for Yeoul. There wasn't time for Yeoul to be learning an instrument when she had to perfect her serves or adopt a bigger arsenal of spikes. Inha would always say to Yeoul, "You have to focus on volleyball, besides you wouldn't even be able to learn how to do anything else." Her mother was so deadset on making Yeoul into the volleyball player she never got to be that she was ignorant of Yeoul's desire to explore new things.

Yeoul always agreed with Inha, albeit begrudgingly at times. She knew her mother was right. Everyone around her had always said she had the potential to be successful on the court. She would be a fool to ignore them. Yeoul focused on transforming into the perfect athlete. Any moment after school was always filled with volleyball practices, clinics, games, anything that would help her improve. She even practiced at home, her mother and father attempting to make her the best player she could be. To others, it would seem she lived and breathed the sport, which wouldn't be inaccurate by any means. It was important to her mother that she would go pro eventually, so in turn, it was also important to Yeoul she would go pro. By this time around age 10, Yeoul's mother had given birth to triplets, all boys, Taeil, Taehyung, and Taemin. Yeoul was so ready to be a big sister, an inspiration to her brothers. She was always caring and patient with them, determined to be the best big sister there ever was. In a way, the triplets had helped her focus on being kind and caring which carried over to volleyball.

With a mother at 5'9 and a father at 6'5, it was a given that Yeoul would always be tall. She always towered over most of the kids. It never really bothered her being tall as a child. It just meant that she didn't have to struggle to see in large crowds of kids or it was easier to reach the monkey bars. Being tall was great as far as she was concerned. In middle school, she had shot up several inches more inches, reaching 5'10 by age 13. It was in middle school when she started feeling self-conscious about her height. Boys (some jealous of her height) would say she stuck out like a sore thumb. Some would call her a giraffe or a giant. She was a brute to them, unapproachable if they wanted to keep what little manhood they had. Girls would be nicer, but not everyone can be so kind. Some would compare her to a man, calling her the "hyung from down the street" at times. Some would say, "You're too tall Yeoul-ah! You can't be cute!" or "Ah, you shouldn't wear any type of high heel it makes you too tall; you don't want that.". It never really sat right for her, but the insults only motivated her to focus on volleyball where her height could be useful. It was better to focus on something else.

Throughout middle school and into high school, Yeoul played with quite a few travel teams as well as helping out with and participating in various volleyball clinics. It was important to her that she kept improving and playing, but also to help others benefit from her own skills. It was never easy being an all-around great player. She always felt the pressure that she wasn't good enough. Her mother was always the harshest critic as most mothers are. She wasn't never quite at the level her mother wanted her to be. She said it was because she wanted Yeoul to push herself harder, but sometimes it felt like she thought Yeoul didn't put enough effort into playing as she should. Inha put Yeoul into any situation where she could improve. She wanted Yeoul to prepared for anything, so it wasn't a surprise to see Yeoul training with both female and male players. It was with her male teammates where she realized they didn't take her very seriously. It was clear to see that she could easily catch up with and even surpass some of the other players, yet some of them couldn't care to admit. Yeoul could always hear them whispering jealously, saying that a girl like her could never be as good as them. Her female teammates, the ones she spent the most time with, were her family, yet it wasn't always smooth sailing. There were jealous girls saying she spent way too much time training, that she needed to tone it down. It made them feel inferior watching Yeoul dominate the court. Yeoul wasn't always the best, yet their jealousy overshadowed Yeoul's humility, leading them to see her as a show-off. Yeoul was always stuck in limbo, unable to satisfy both sides. It's frustrating because she isn't sure of what she is supposed to be. What does it take for her to finally prove herself.

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Age
Eighteen

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Year
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CHA HAENA ★ (BOY MAGNET)

Haena has long, dark brown hair that she meticulously places in curlers every night to achieve loose spirals the next morning. It's just for added texture though for she often wears her hair in a high pony-tail because she believes it highlights her cheekbones better. The 18 year old’s eyes are naturally wide and almond shaped and colored in the darkest shade of warm brown. She stands at a dismissible 5’3 with slim limbs but her curves are nothing to scoff at. Her most notable feature: a bright, infectious smile. For those who deserve it that is.

PERSONALITY ★

Ask anyone in Gamjeong High who is Cha Haena? What is she like? And the first thing they'd probably say is: “She’s a slut.”

However Haena prefers to see it as she’s just a player in a losing game called love. Looking for the one, but finding nothing but zeroes. She plays it off like the derogatory names don't hurt her, like she wears her slut image as proud as a bright A on her chest, but it hurts and has left her essentially friendless because no one wants to hang with the girl who will supposedly steal their crush or boyfriend.

“She’s all over the place.” Okay, Haena does change her interests often, but who doesn’t at the tender age of 18? She’s participated in tennis, then track and field, but later switched to volleyball after growing bored only to leave the sport after getting hit in the face with a ball on the first day (the girl said it was an accident but she made her nose bleed). Haena also often forgets her homework only to find it crumpled at the bottom of the bag because she’s always too impatient to place it in a folder. She’s late to meetings even if she’s ready to go. She’ll smile in your face one second, but remember that you wronged her last week and suddenly her mood will do a 180. She’s just a mess, but she claims that’s there’s method to her madness.

But here’s what no one’s seeing. Haena is deeply insecure, her feelings of inadequacy coming from the coldness of her father. All of her actions are tied to this. Her being loyal to a fault is because she doesn’t want to give someone a reason to leave her. She’s tired of being lonely and has so much love to give to anyone willing to receive it. Her insecurity also leads her to being judgmental—most harshest on girls because her deepest betrayals has come from them. If you don’t pass her first impressions test she’ll be cordial with you, but it’ll be obviously fake because she’s passive aggressively telling you to leave me alone before you hurt me. For those she trusts and loves, she's exciteable, bright and always up for a good time.

BACKGROUND ★

Los Angeles, California. April 6, eighteen years ago. Cha Eunyoung, age 28, gave birth to her second child. She was a strawberry faced baby girl given the name Cha Haena. Cha Junyoung, age 30, took one look at his newborn daughter and said coldly, “She isn’t mine.” And despite Eunyoung’s frantic persistence Junyoung knew. They both knew. The man wouldn’t kick her and the child out though. Not because he wasn’t cruel, no, but because they had an image to uphold. To family and friends they looked well-put together. A family to be envied with a loving marriage, a gifted son and now a precious daughter. They also had a thriving restaurant with hungry investors ready to give them the capital to open multiple chains across the U.S and back in their motherland, South Korea. They couldn’t afford to fall apart now. They were at the cusp of greatness and yet behind the white picket fence facade was an unhappy couple that in time grew to become a fractured family.

Haena grew up wondering why her father hated her. She’d draw him pictures and later find them in the trash. She’d wait up late at night to greet him when he came home from work only for him to push her away when he walked through the front door. Although the rejection was never rough it still left her with the worst pain in her chest because why wouldn’t her daddy love her? All she wanted was a hug and yet her brother received warm praises when he did well and trips to the ice cream store (he’d often rub this in her face). Her mother caught her crying one night and told her, a faraway look in her eyes as if she were talking more to herself than Haena, “Don’t you waste any of your tears on that man. Or any man for that matter. Save those tears for joy when you finally find someone that loves you unconditionally…”

When Haena was 9, the family moved back to her father’s hometown in Busan to finally expand their family restaurant Namu Eatery overseas. It was a jarring transition, but eventually she adjusted to life in a new country. She already knew decent Korean and culture from speaking at home and the stories her mom told her so within a year she made a bunch of new friends. She’d invite friends over and they’d always marvel at how nice her home was, but it truly meant nothing to her. She was just happy to finally have someone to play with and pay attention to her.

She loved her friends, but she didn’t feel true fulfillment until she began dating her first boyfriend during her first year at Gamjeong High. He was nice enough, but not right enough. Don’t ask her what that means. It was just a gut feeling so she broke up with him. Then a month later, quick enough to give her friends whiplash, she began dating another guy. This one had the height, the style, but had absolute zero personality so after nearly falling asleep on their second date she broke up with him. Her third boyfriend came soon after. He was an asshole, but he made her feel alive because when he wasn’t being a possessive jerk by leaving bruises on her wrists as he dragged her away in a jealous fit from male classmates, he treated her so well and made her feel like she was the center of his universe. It was a terrible cycle they fell in to but she stuck around because she thought she was in love and so she was loyal.

This relationship was her longest and lasted up until the beginning of her 2nd year. On the first day of school he broke up with her in front of everyone, basically insinuating that she was a slut and that he’d moved on to someone with morals who ended up being a friend of hers. Their other friends took sides and, well, she lost. The growing whispers calling her a slut hurt, especially since they were now coming from her ex-friends but she’d lived her whole life hearing harsh words from her brother and so with expertise she pretended like she didn’t care.

Her next two boyfriends were two insignificant, regretful blurs that she broke up with but boyfriend #6 was perfect... well almost perfect. She hated his style, so she took him on monthly trips to the mall because she knew what suited him best. His diet was terrible, so she made them only eat at health conscious places for their dates, scolded him if his lunches weren't healthy and made him throw out his cigarettes when she found out he smoked. Honestly, there were a lot of other qualities of his she didn't like that she tried to change. At first he didn’t say anything because he lacked a backbone so she basically domineered their whole relationship, but last week he finally got fed up and blew up on her in the middle of the coffee shop they’d been on a date at. “I don’t even like coffee!” He seethed, “But you don’t care! You don't care about anyone but yourself. This whole relationship is about you and whatever image you’re trying to project on me. I’m sick of it and you.” He'd stormed out after that. It had been embarrassing, the eyes in the cafe burned on her figure. She'd spent a good half hour in tears in the bathroom of the coffee shop trying to pull herself together, reminding herself that like her mother had said boys didn't deserve her tears.

 

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full name || seung jang-mi
age || 16 years old
role || the cutiepie
year || a first year
sexuality || bisexual
ethnicity || south korean

standing at 5'4" (162 cm) and weighing 103 lbs (47 kg), jang-mi is a cute girl with a slim waist and decent body proportions. although there are many girls who wish to be as skinny as her, there are also those who worry about her health. her clavicles are very prominent and in certain positions, her ribs would actually stick out at the top of her chest showcasing just how underweight she was. despite many of her friends stuffing food in her face, and her love for cooking delicious meals, jang-mi refuses to fatten up. she doesn't have those kinds of intense and mesmerizing eyes that just draw you in with just one look, but the way her dark brown eyes would disappear into adorable slight crescents whenever she smiled brightly could charm their way into almost any heart. her matching dark brown hair, that would sometimes be tied up into twin tails or buns, adds onto her fitting childlike appearance.

personality || seung jang-mi, the adorable little sister everyone wishes to have, support, love, and protect from every bad guy in the world. energetic as a puppy and as cute as a kitten, it's hard not to be swayed by her childlike charms. this once anti-social child blossomed into an adorable social butterfly. within the first week of school, she was the number one topic in her class year. while everyone else was either worried over how their high school life was going to turn out or too tired to care about anything, jang-mi had nothing but a smile on her face. excitement radiating from her body as she thought about the adventures she would have in high school. it's that cheerful disposition of hers which draws everyone towards her like moths to a flame.

jang-mi has a huge tendency to whine and complain whenever she gets frustrated or something doesn't go her way. she's not asking or expecting anyone that listens to fix her problems for her. more times than not, she just needs an outlet so she doesn't feel like she's holding in a ticking time bomb of emotions. everyone sees her as a carefree and happy go lucky kind of girl, but that's not true at all. she gets easily stressed out over the littlest of things and would take it out on any inanimate object she could get her hands on. it's not a very healthy habit, so she's trying to control her small urges for destruction by talking it out with her best friends or well, punching and screaming into her gigantic teddy bear until she feels calmer.

ever since she was young, jang-mi was a spoiled child in the sense that everything just went right for her. although she wasn't the materialistic type, she enjoyed the thought that she could have anything she wants if she just asks. it meant that she was loved and that they were willing to do anything to make her happy. it made her feel like her life had a purpose, that she was wanted, needed and an important existence in their lives. it filled the hole in her heart her mother made when she abandoned her and her father. jang-mi is fully aware of the effect she has on others, mostly just using it to get herself out of trouble or to get the people she doesn't like into trouble. once her well-planned revenge plays out, anyone that's ever wronged her will regret it. it's scary to think she would have no second thoughts to ruin a person's life all for the sake of revenge and all while doing it with a smile on her face. bad people must be punished she always says. honestly, jang-mi would probably make a splendid actress(or con-artist).

jang-mi rarely takes advantage of the soft spot people had for her. she mostly does it with her teachers though to get away with things like skipping class to take a nap in the infirmary, storing watermelons in the staff room, or occasionally sneaking in an abandoned puppy or kitten. people, strangers and acquaintances alike, also do things for her without her request. her friends say she just awakens this instinct in people that makes them want to coddle and take care of her in a romantic or platonic way. she's appreciative of all the attention and nice gestures like buying her cake from her favorite shop, but sometimes she just gets really ticked off when people do things for her even though she didn't want nor need any help. surprisingly, jang-mi is quite the independent person. if she can do something by herself, she'll do it. she isn't some helpless useless damsel in distress. whether it's in her studies, athletics, or recreational activities, jang-mi puts effort into everything she does. after all, she isn't one of the top students in her class for nothing.

her own happiness was important to her, but her loved ones always took top priority in her heart. there are only three people in the world that has her in control like a whipped person in love. her father, and two best friends(who is also her favorite couple) minyoung and sungjae. she would do anything to keep them happy even if it meant she has to suffer to do it. anyone that crosses them, crosses her as well, and she will deal with them accordingly. it would be a mistake to just see her as helpless little girl because you know this cuddly toy poodle also has one nasty bite when provoked.

biography || jang-mi was only five when her mother left their somewhat large and cozy apartment to elope with her lover. she didn't understand it at first. she thought her parents were so in love and happy together. that was why she existed in the first place right? because they loved each other? it hurt her young brain every time she tried figure out why her family weren't like the others in her kindergarten class. why out of everyone it was her mother that fell in love and left with another man. she was the sweetest woman in the world too, how could she devastate them like that?

soon the pitiful condolences from the fellow tenants turned into harsh slander towards her mother. sometimes, even those insults were directed towards her and her father. it always made her extremely upset. did they have nothing better to do than gossip about her family? was her life and family nothing but a real life soap opera for others to discuss and critique? one day she just snapped when a boy at her school started insulting her and her mother like his parents did. jang-mi tried to ignore him, she really did, but when he grabbed onto her ponytail, she pushed him. it wasn't a particularly hard push but the boy still fell down and started to cry.

if jang-mi just apologized for pushing him, then everything would have been fine, but she didn't want to. why did she have to be the only one to apologize? he insulted her family and pulled at her hair first. she defended herself against a bully and just because he's the one bawling his eyes out like a baby, suddenly she's the bad guy. in the end, their parents were called into school. her father defended her to death and so the two children only went away with a light scolding. ever since then, her father has become her entire life. it didn't matter to her whether she had a mother or not because her father gave her twice the amount of parental love she could ever need. he was always there for her whenever she needed him even though it meant he had many sleepless nights trying to catch up with his work. he would drop anything and everything to give her the childhood she deserved and would always take her side.

at some point jang-mi started drifting away from her peers. she still went to school but was always by herself and barely interacted with others unless she had to. even at her ballet practice, she wouldn't freely talk to anyone besides her ballet teacher. it was because she developed the mentality that she didn't need anyone else but her father. this anti-social behavior continued until she was in middle school. at this time little by little her father started to pull away from her. he started to work weekends, and was too busy to make her meals like before, but would always be there for dinner. he still went to her dance recitals but would only stay during the rehearsal, never watching the actual show.

after a few months, jang-mi could only see him right before she went to bed, but eventually she just stopped seeing him around the apartment altogether. she believed him when he told her he's been too busy with work, so to help her father out, jang-mi started to do all the household chores by herself. she even found a love for cooking. she texted and called her father all the time, trying to get him to eat with her because it's been awhile since they last had a meal together, but he would never show up.

it wasn't until that very summer did she find out the reason behind her father's change in behavior. he started dating again and he apparently has found "the one." the woman that will replace her mother. the woman that will replace her. imagine your father, who you haven't seen in months, finally invites you to sit down and have a meal with him, only to to realize the whole purpose was to introduce you to his new girlfriend. oh and it was your birthday too. jang-mi immediately wanted to throw the biggest tantrum in history, but she somehow remained civilized. her blood should be boiling watching the two adults go off into their own little world, completely forgetting that she was there. really she had every right to be angry. her father forgets her birthday and is ignoring her too. the truth of the matter is that she was more sad than she was angry. the smile on her fathers face was so genuine and so bright. she hasn't seen him smile like that in years.

after the dinner, her father drove her home and told her not to wait up for him as he was going to catch a late night movie with yoona, his girlfriend. in the safety of her home, and with the knowledge her father probably won't be coming home any time soon. everything she has been holding back finally erupts into a fit of rage and tears. books were flung from the shelves, dirt from the house plants littered the living room floor, magazines on the coffee table torn to shreds, and couch cushions thrown to opposite sides of the room. surprisingly enough the last person she expected to see came knocking on her door. shin haewon.

"hi, yeah, sorry it's late. my mom said it was your birthday today and forced me to come over to give you this. you liked this cake shop right?...wait, what the fuck? why's this place a mess-" next thing he knew, jang-mi was hugging and clinging onto him for dear life, sobbing into his black t-shirt. haewon was technically her childhood friend, even though calling them friends would be a stretch. he was four years older than her and was the son of the apartment complex owners. since they were family friends, jang-mi has met him in more than one occasion throughout her life. it's just that every time the two met an argument would break out within the first few minutes. that was why he was confused as to why the younger girl was currently stuck to him like a baby koala. nevertheless, haewon moved her inside, calmed her down, and helped clean the apartment.

ever since then the two's relationship has gotten better. they no longer fought as much as they used to and he would even sometimes walk her to the store when she wanted an after dinner snack. it took her father a week to realize he had forgotten her birthday and tried to make it up to her, but the damage was already done. she could only hope her eyes weren't giving away how hurt she felt. that summer she decided that if her father was moving on without her, then she'll move on too. in her second year of middle school, jang-mi threw away her anti-social persona and adopted a more cheerful one. she acted just like how she used to with her father; cute and lively. it was like the bubbly five year old that died when her mother left was reborn.

through her efforts to socialize with her classmates at any opportunity, jang-mi grew close with the girl minyoung. it was an instant connection as the two girls couldn't stop talking for hours. a few days later she was introduced to sungjae, minyoung's childhood friend. she found out the two actually lived in the suburban neighborhood near her apartment. at first, she wasn't as close to him as she was with minyoung but over time she has grown comfortable around him and would even strike up a conversation without minyoung being present to force her. within half a year, most of the school knew her cute face and would do anything to have her say hi to them. by the time she was a third year, jang-mi became one of the most popular girls in school. almost everyone wanted to be her friend, and would spread around stories of the shenanigans she got into.

despite having multiple friends, jang-mi mostly stuck to minyoung and sungjae like glue. the summer after her second year, her father once again forgot her birthday. although she spent the entire day with minyoung and sungjae, her father promised her the week before he was going to cook her an amazing birthday dinner and bake her a big cake. she knew she was probably going to gain weight and make her ballet teacher mad, but she didn't care at the time and looked forward to it. surprise surprise, when she got home, he wasn't there. no food, no cake, no present, and no father in sight. jang-mi stormed out of the apartment and ran towards minyoung's house. luckily for her, she caught them at the entrance to their houses.

the two stayed with her the entire night in minyoung's room as she cried and vents about her hurt feelings towards her father. she spilled her entire life story to them and it was the first time she's ever shown them how vulnerable she was behind her usual bright smile. all three of them shared things that night, they have never said to anybody before and it created this unbreakable bond that didn't even shake when minyoung and sungjae started dating. for once, jang-mi felt like she would be just fine without her father. she now had other important people in her life that will love her. although it was lonely and sad to live without her father's hot cocoa, her father singing her to sleep, and her father's "just because" hugs among other things, she was doing exactly what he and yoona wanted. she realized she didn't need her father's constant coddling to be happy. jang-mi was finally growing up.

 

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Jeon Chae Lin

The Go-Getter​

Full name || Jeon Chae Lin
Age || 18
Role || The Go-Getter
Year || Senior
Sexuality || Pansexual

Ethnicity || Korean
Height || 160 cm
Weight || 45 kg. She's on the thinner side, though not to the point of her looking unhealthy. Her torso is elongated, while her legs are shorter in proportion.
Hair || Light chestnut that reaches down to her mid back, though it's usually tied up in a ponytail or bun.
Eyes || Dark Brown

Personality || Only a madman would call Chae Lin approachable. She keeps to herself, spends most at her time at the library and looks at everyone like they offended her ancestors or something. She speaks formally even to friends and keeps conversations straight to the point without side-tracking. Because of this, she is often called a bitch behind her back. But she isn't dumb, it's not like she hasn't heard her classmates whispering in the bathrooms or seen the looks they've given her in the cafeteria. Thing is, she doesn't really care. She tells herself it'll be worth it when she becomes successful one day.
Because of a strict upbringing, Chae Lin can be quite harsh toward others. Her attempts of giving advice can easily be interpreted as rude. She means well, she just treats people like her parents treats her because that's what she knows.

But under that strong surface is a pretty chill person. She's warm and kindhearted deep within, even if she has trouble conveying it sometimes. She likes the simple things in life, like watching movies with her friends and taking her dog for walks. There's no real need for luxury and big adventures, a trip to the grocery store can be just as exciting.
She isn't popular, but her very small circle of friends are just enough for her. She'd rather have one close friend than thirty acquaintances, which is why she's very cautious with what kind of people she wants to have in her life.


Biography || TW: mental ill-health
Jeon Chae Lin was born and raised in Gangnam-gu. Her family was made up by her and her parents, her father being a CEO of an entertainment company and her mother a plastic surgeon. Growing up, Chae Lin never really had a problem with money, she could always ask her parents if she wanted something. As a result of this, she never really learned how to grasp the value of money, because it was so easily attained for her. Call her spoiled or whatever, but fact is she still underestimates how money works.
For as long as she can remember, her parents have always pushed her to do things. At five, she was put in piano classes, and in middle school she had a private tutor come and help with her studies. They meant well, of course, but the outcome got quite disastrous.

There was so much pressure put on her all the time. Her parents wanted her to become successful, to bring honor to the family in some way. Being at the top of her class became a must, and excelling at everything she did got to the point of being unhealthy. Chae Lin was oblivious to the stress, believing that the bald spots and sleepless nights were just hormones or something, just like her mother had said. About a year ago, she began to get these episodes as her parents called them. In reality they were panic attacks under pretty wording. For the most part they came at night, but every now and then, during exam season or other particular stressful situations, they happened in broad daylight.
While her parents didn't really want to discuss it, they were somewhat of help. To conceal the so-called episodes, they got Chae Lin a prescription of anxiety meds that should work, which they did in a way. But no one really didn't do anything to solve the real problem, they just gave her a pill in hopes that it would go away.

Even now, Chae Lin takes this medication every day, but they make her really tired and moody. This is a big ppart of why Chae Lin acts so cold and disinterested, because she doesn't have the energy to be bubbly and excited all the time.