YEONG, seung ri

[Seung Ri Yeong]

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"Said the moon was ours,
the hell with the day.
I can see blue tear-blinded eyes
Lies, lies, lies. Ohh, lies "

BUT IF THEY PUBLISH THIS PICTURE

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YOU START WITH YOURSELF

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NAME: Seung Ri Yeong
NICKNAMES: Riri, That Korean Chick
AGE: 16
GENDER: Female
SEXUALITY: Heterosexual
SOCIAL STATUS: Middle Class
MEMBER GROUP: Scholarship student

SCHOOL IS LIKE A LOLLIPOP

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GRADE: Sophomore
GPA: 4.0
BEST SUBJECT: Calculus BC
WORST SUBJECT: French
CAREER PLANS: Freelance Photographer currently, wants to become a photographer, doctor or astrophysicist.
SCHOLARSHIP: Full Ride: Academics, graduated top in her class in middle school, taking math 2 years ahead of everyone else.

I WAS A PERSONALITY BEFORE

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FEARS:

DREAMS:

SECRETS:

THREE BEST TRAITS:

THREE WORST TRAITS:

IT'S STUPID AND IT'S STRANGE

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PARENTS: Mother: Wang Byung Soon, attorney (partner), 37
Father: Yeong Chin Hae, accountant, 41
SIBLINGS: Twin Brother: Joo Chan, Younger Siblings: Sang Ho, Eunae
OTHER IMPORTANT FAMILY: Aunt: Hananaka Junko, Uncle: Seung Hyang Soon
NATIONALITY: Korean-American
HISTORY:

Seung Ri Yeong was born on January 21st in the dead of winter during a snow storm in Seoul, Korea. Five minutes after, her brother Joo Chan followed me out of the womb. My mother told me about that day, the doctor held me up and said "It's a girl?" with a perplexed tone in his or her voice. The family and everyone was told it would be twin boys, not a boy and a girl, even the doctors were wrong and confused. Thus she was doomed to the boy name of Seung Ri, because her parents didn't have any girls names thought up. That was how poor Seung Ri was cursed forever with a boys name that she hated.

Now, fast forward to when miss Yeong was 4, Joo Chan and Seung Ri had been wrestling and were sent to their room in the cramped city apartment, Seung Ri got thirsty and decided to venture downstairs to get herself some water. A rule in the house back then was if they were sent to their room, they could not under any circumstance leave the room unless it was to go to the bathroom. That night, the young girl broke that rule and listened to her cold mother scold her father for the fact that she was the only one bringing in money in their relationship, how his life as a freelance artist needed to come to an end if they ever wanted to have more kids--or a future relationship. She listened to him yell at her back, chastising her for giving up on her dreams just for the sake of money. He slept in our room that night in the bottom bunk with Joo Chan with his camera squeezed against his chest the whole time. She stared at the ceiling the whole night, not ever able to close her eyes and flee into the sanctity of dreams.

A week later her dad had become an accountant.

On their 8th birthday, Seung Ri "inherited" in a sense, her father's treasured 35mm camera. It was her only birthday present, but it became the best gift any of her family had given her through all of her 16 years of living. Through the years, the girl had fleeting memories of their argument she overheard that night when she was 4. What would her life be like if dad hadn't given up his dream? But she thinks that, in her own way, she's preserving my dad's love of art and photography through using his camera. She looks at her dad, and thinks to herself that she will never give up her dream for anything, Money may be what makes the world go around, but if she gets good enough--which she knows she will--she'll be able to make plenty of money off of her art.

Seung Ri's life in Korea went by fast, too fast, in her opinion. Up until 7th grade, she spent her years constantly fighting with Joo Chan, nearly getting the both of them expelled until her parents decided that they needed to intervene. First they split them up into different schools. Of course, they managed to still find ways to fight. While Joo Chan chased after the ladies though, Seung Ri dug into her studies with a new found interest. Joo Chan was perfect at getting girls, but Seung Ri knew how to best him, her brilliance overshadowed him even on a rainy day. So, since Seung Ri was both smarter, and spoke better nearly-flawless English, they sent her off to live with her family in the U.S., Auntie Junko and Uncle Hyang Soon. Save her secret passion, the only things on her mind now that she's going to Brownfield Institute, beating her brother, and graduating top in her class.

GIVE HIM A MASK AND

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NAME: Taylor-Marie
EXPERIENCE: 5ish years
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: caution
RP EXAMPLE:

In general, Zach was very level-headed, rational. Rarely, did he ever show emotions, which had made people call him cold, or just simply un-emotional. He sat in his dorm though, practicing his electric piano, thankful for the gift his parents had sent him. It calmed his nerves as he played Chopin's Nocturne from memory, a note laying on the stand. He read it again and again as he played, running through his mind where he may have heard this tone, read this handwriting, seen that little kid. He came up with nothing. The letter was very inconspicuous, and as it neared 5:30, when he'd leave for the park, his nerves got the best of him as he messed up occasionally. It was unlike him--both nerves and messing up a piece. He abruptly stopped playing and shut the piano off, grabbed the note and left his dorm.

When he arrived at the park, he saw quite a small gathering of people from his school, all with a similar confusion. The majority of them were third years, with him being the youngest out of the group. Zach only recognized Jamie Song, who he'd known through another old friend, who was long gone now. He stood closest to her, but distant enough for her not to notice. A beautiful girl came out from behind a tree and started speaking, he zoned for a minute, staring at her face, trying to remember if he had ever seen her before. He recognized her eyes, but that was it...and there was no way those eyes could be who he thought they were; this girl was far too beautiful--

"It's Noka, guys! Otawa Honoka! .."

What? There was no way! He stopped breathing. Otawa Honoka was dead, wasn't she?? That's what he had heard at least. He checked multiple hospitals a year ago when she disappeared and never found her, he only assumed, with all the rumours...No, he rejected the idea, this girl was far too beautiful, and his memory was crisp clear, Noka was one of his kind, nerd in general. This girl lacked any of those characteristics. " What kind of sick joke are you trying to pull?" the girl next to him, Jamie agressively accused. He started breathing again.

Was this some jacked up hallucination from sleep deprivation? Maybe he should get himself checked out...no, this was far too startling to be real, wasn't it? He sucked air in and walked up to the beautiful girl, poked her face to make sure she was real and took out a piece of paper, quickly writing a formula, the Euler integral beta function, only hard core math nerds knew what this was, Zach being one of them of course. If this girl really was Otawa Honoka, she'd know what this formula was without a second thought, he passed her the paper:

"If you're really Otawa Honoka, you can tell me what this is, can't you?" He doubted she would answer, logically, dead people stay dead. But the fact that he actually poked her in the cheek to make sure she was real was an apparent acknowledgment that he admitted that not everything here was completely logical. Why would a person claim that they were dead when they really weren't? If it really was Noka, he reminded himself to ask her of that.

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