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SHORT VOCAL DESCRIPTION: quiet, careful. his voice is gentle and light, thin, but nevertheless even. except when he screams or laughs. then u want noise cancelling headphones
— VOICE TONE: relatively high
— VOCABULARY: polite, measured; he deliberately constructs his sentences to be meaningful, impactful, least  confrontational, except it can get somewhat simple when he's caught off-guard. and flustered. yelling at someone to get off the chandelier, etc.
— FAVORITE PHRASES: 'i'm too old for this.' 'i'm getting old ok???' 'you'll get it when you're older'
— SWEARING: out of frustration, or pain, and only ever on accident.

MANNERISMS/DEMEANOUR: overall exudes patience and a moderated interest, raised brows, smile alight. holds himself very painstakingly still in tense moments or when attention shifts to him; furrows his eyebrows often and listens to dumb stuff with his mouth a little crooked open like am i hearing this right. fidgets when stressed, tapping his fingers or threading his fingers under the holes of any ratty jeans he's wearing at the time. listens wide-eyed and intently, makes hums of acknowledgement and appropriate little noises (disgust, surprise, pride, etc.) - mannerly without a doubt, and very hesitant to do things of his own accord, but gets more comfortable and freed with time. he's very bad at controlling himself from reacting and may accidentally laugh from behind you at a joke you make to someone else. attentive, but unassuming. tries at least to hide any disbelief when hearing people out. shakes hair out of his eyes frequently, or physically tries to correct its positioning with a hand.
— TYPICAL POSTURE: straight and earnest, hands clasped in front of him or crossed with more weight on one leg staring you down like a disapproving or mildly resigned parent
— GESTURES: very expressive; naturally kinaesthetic, not big for moving his arms/hands but emotes very obviously on his face. makes the same motions with both hands without realising it often.

COMMON GESTURES: pressing the tips of his fingers together, tilting his head

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HEIGHT & WEIGHT: 5'6 & 145 lbs - 155 lbs. | the height faculty is a lost cause. gyeon learns from experience. he recognises the worth people put into appearance and how much levy that has over their perceptions of others because, the time he'd been grazing thirteen and obsessively involved with the soccer team in middle school, they'd called him little fatty. he can't look back at his school photos, flushed and smiling earnestly into the lens, because he saw what they saw - a boy, squat, harry potter glasses, little overbite, and round, round like the moon. people look at you, and they see meat. it becomes you. isn't that ridiculous? all people want to know are the numbers, and the cutting profiles, and the jawlines. the body is meat. gyeon, really, doesn't have words for that. and he doesn't ever want to revisit it. the thought gives him shivers. isn't that, too, ridiculous?
— BODY TYPE: shorter than average, nowadays more stocky with muscle than thin

EYE COLOR & SHAPE: brown; wide but angular, a bit like a cat, and curve upwards at the ends.
— SEEING AIDS?: often needs reading glasses, but primarily goes for contacts because he saw himself in the mirror once wearing those clunky black frames & he tore them off his face so fast he blurred. has a pair of glasses with thinner circular frames but they're cosmetic, not prescription.

SKIN TONE: pale
— PROMINENT FEATURES: the one thing (or one of the things - you know how it goes) he'll say that he hates about himself is - are - his tiny little fingers. they're very sensitive to cold and redden easily, as does his nose and ears and it's terrible. dry skin, delicate face, small everything. doesn't mean he couldn't try to suplex someone over his very small shoulder.

FACE SHAPE: he has a head like a strawberry and a small face like a pixie. blah blah.
— FACECLAIM: kim minseok

DRESS STYLE & OUTFITS: comfortable and generally unadventurous except when he goes for the overlarge sweaters and dress shirts. very basic streetwear, white shirts or hoodies. kind of a brand hoe for nike. sports clothes and shoes for days.
— JEWELRY: often a necklace that goes under his shirt, unseen
— OTHER ACCESSORIES: highly dislikes accessorising; however, has a large penchant to scarves and beanies. he gets cold too easily.

GROOMING & HYGIENE: a bit reminiscent of a cat with his cleaning habits; borders excessive with how avidly he maintains his nails, personal hygiene, the positioning of clothes. he smooths it out a lot and clasps his hands tightly to avoid playing with the ends, and from habit conditioned from stays with his parents in his hometown brushes his teeth downright excessively after every meal. always immaculate, and he smells nice, too.

HAIR COLOR & STYLE & TEXTURE: constantly trimmed, black, kind of a bowl with an undercut at the back; often has either bangs or a centre part. he's never dyed it, so it's still alive relatively smooth, however he genuinely doesn't pay a lot of attention to it otherwise.

SCARS: superficial scars on his left cheek, some over his legs from a vested interest in footbol

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NEGATIVE PERSONAL HABITS: gyeon can't get anything to part, willingly, from his hands. it's best where he can see it, when he can see what's being done with it, that it's been put away properly or.... anything. so maybe he's a material boy. so what. he gets highly unsettled with people touching his things, and works himself up into the mightiest compressed storm of nerves upon seeing things out of order. he overthinks things, often, and questions everything he does the nanosecond after he's done it - he's deeply envious of others, the good fortune they have, their skill, the acknowledgement that pours onto him. like a stopper, gyeon has a problem of deeply compartmentalising, leaving things to fester - a product of not wishing to be a burden, to lose the innate sense of stability and calm people give him so much credit for. becomes extremely restless in times of stress, nibbling at his nails before he realises that he's doing it.

MORNING ROUTINE: you haven't seen anything until you've seen gyeon simply get up at dawn, the sun still waffling between wholehearted revelation and its old restfulness, and start moving. at first it's slow, mechanical, sitting up in bed and staring blankly into the distance; then a yawn, snapping out of it, and he gets up and makes his bed, perfectly tucks in the edges, uses a lint roller and a brush to sweep away any errant hairs and sprays fabric deodoriser - and that's just his bed. he turns on music while he brushes his teeth to the rhythm, hard enough to scrub his gums raw, then spits out the blood like it's nothing and pats his face down with a nicely folded face towel he got as a sample from a college open day. then he turns the music off, sifts everything back into place, then goes down to make himself a cup of tongue-burning soul-saving coffee.

DAILY ROUTINE: smile. listen. nod. rinse and repeat. look cute, maybe. wink a little in the mirror, and try a wider smile - maybe a more intimidating, cool gaze. oh, sexy. reward yourself with a coffee. nice.

TYPICAL EVENING: gyeon is active when there's a goal to reach, progress to be made, but he drinks in his downtime like a bottomless cup. tan curled up below the lift of his knee where he sits cross-legged, gyeon drinks it out, pops open a can of beer and sips long and slow like a connoisseur watching some trashy tv. now is typically time to charge his phone and not look at it more than three times over the next two days, and at any rate gyeon never needs to charge his phone more than once every two days; it comes with disuse, and a preoccupation with tickling tan's tiny stomach instead.

BEDTIME ROUTINE: washing his face, brushing his teeth again, making sure that everything in his room is as it should be spotless - often propped up reading until he falls asleep, or watching tv. fluffs up tan's cushion and writes himself a little checklist of all the errands or groceries he needs on a post-it for tomorrow that he sticks on the door. shaves.

TALENTS & SKILLS: being able to read the atmosphere; he can't cook, but is good at dicing things very nicely, all uniform. therefore doesn't mind being conscripted into helping with the preparation of ingredients. has a pretty big tolerance range, able to keep his head on long after anyone else would have snapped. not strictly able to pick things up quickly, but learns well from a trained and somewhat conditioned habit of diligent practise. capable, for the most part functions independently and adeptly; an excellent source of solidarity, an intent listener and sympathiser. impressively capable of holding his weight when drinking even though his tongue does get somewhat loose and he tends to cling, just a bit. just being a Cool D00d
— THINGS THEY REALLY CAN'T DO: determine what to do upon reading the atmosphere. keeping his head on after he has snapped or when otherwise flustered/caught off guard. hiding his true emotions; it comes out like an incredulous puff of laughter, or wide-eyed stares, and he'll try to be nice about it but his face screams What U Doing Man?? adapting quickly to changes. cannot at all stand mess; even if it's not his, he'll feel The Compulsion to clean it himself.

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BIRTHPLACE & HOME TOWN: his foremost home is guri, in the gyeonggi province, in a modestly well-to-do family with pleasant neighbours that had their own kids.

CHILDHOOD: ever since birth, he had been placid; willingly having his limbs adjusted and staying still for photos, put into cute onesies and hats, staying still for five minutes and only rocking back and forth on his feet with his little mouth pursed during chuseok while his aunt was setting up the table and a video camera was catching him in his tiny red and gold hanbok, five years old and already getting over the stage of incessant crying. he and the neighbourhood kids were put together often to play while their parents chatted, laughed and shared recipes, important dates and firsts for their children, their first tooth lost -- he never came to speak much in the quiet times they spent dawdling in the sandbox, all the children looking away from one another and doing their own thing, or generate long-lasting friendships, but as years accumulated he did come to like soccer, running with the ball, aiming in the span of a few seconds and shooting it between two pairs of legs, hearing the bellows of other boys whenever he missed or scored or came onto the field, the whistles, the cheers.
— EARLIEST MEMORY: his first day of school, holding his mother's hand by the pointer, eyes down as his kindergarten teacher smiled down at him, crouching down, asking his name.
— SADDEST MEMORY: it's a strange, insidious thing, the blurring of time so fast it's psychedelic; no longer being under his mother and father's care because he didn't need it anymore, holding their hands as he prepared to leave into his own apartment and promising robotically to study hard and earn money, and registering the fact that time was passing, everything was changing. he and everyone else were getting older, his parents shifting somewhere further away as everything reshuffled, priorities and thoughts in his immediate vicinity rising to the surface. registering loss.
— HAPPIEST MEMORY: playing soccer; floating, weightless, grounded only by the heat and desperation and the sudden spits of swear words at a fumble that invited the harsh shoe of the opposition knocking into his, knocking the ball away, turning the tables, the thrill of collective energy.

EDUCATION: any other school. a ten minute walk from home, tables in uniform rows, white fraying socks, chalkboards, the teacher's voice going in and out of focus behind the haze of infinitely more interesting things - a good, diligent student (because you won't hear the word 'diligent' used to define anyone else as much as him), emphasis on plain hard maths and physical education. any other school where you make memories transient and oddly sepia-touched after years and years; his classmates would say he had nothing on his mind but soccer. you won't hear anything about the sideways smiles and the shuffling of students away from him, holding their trays, hands over their mouths, the surreptitious glances at him and the murmured, hasty laughs. in p.e. he tried hard, but independently, and the teacher asked him once, 'what do you eat at home?' his university was catholic - not only catholic, but one of the biggest, hosting a hospital, the olympics, and a harried university student that learned the magic of coffee after an impulse buy at a cafe just outside the campus, thinning from the stress and the torment and stumbling over his words in a presentation, hands pressed tightly over the lectern as he spoke over his utterly shitty powerpoint. he learns, not fast, but steadily, and crunches out his assignments huddled at a cafe with a bun of oven-hot mocha bread halfway to his mouth.

FIRST CRUSH / ROMANTIC LOVES: it's not hard to believe that he met his first love through soccer. or not a first love exactly, but something a lot like it, competition rearing hard and steep and burning through the exchange of split-second looks, physically stopping someone from advancing by flitting right in front of them too late for them to slow down, the cocky grins shared during the preliminary, perfunctory handshake. gyeon knew his name - but there was never any use for it, because on the team they tended to call one another hey! and pass it already, not until they were in the tiny sweaty changing room and their striker laughed and knocked his elbow against gyeon's and said something like, "i saw you, loser, you tripped over your own feet." fleeting memories only of harsh breaths, slumping over the side once they were called off, wiping their sweat with a grey towel that grew nasty all too fast, tossing their water bottle at one another; his striker's eyes typically slid off him, always, back onto the field, and in the moments they were coincidentally both called to switch gyeon's eyes followed, and without saying a word they'd only watch the game - shoes barely touching, elbows folded, the light bouncing off that brunet's eyelashes like he was made of sun. nowadays it takes gyeon a lot to summon up anything remotely related to romantic interest; too insular, too unadventurous, too doubtful that any interest will be returned. simply content to watch, or look away.

FIRST SEXUAL EXPERIENCE: come university, many doors opened as some simultaneously closed. gyeon made a little group of friends easy; hung with them, went to movies and clubs and drank and maybe even danced, and because no one would expect it of him, unassuming quiet gyeon holding lightly onto someone's hand, they grilled him for every single gritty detail he was precisely unwilling to give. he'd laugh, grunt a little and shove them away when they got pushy, and that was all he'd say.

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MOTHER: kim minhee, 52, greying, indistinct smile faint as mist
— RELATIONSHIP WITH: he plays the role of the polite, conscientious son, never needing to be reminded to tidy up, or to do his homework. he brings in the groceries in the times he visits and gives cursory answers concerning his life at university, and hums along to all the stories she has about what it's like at home. heartfelt cooking is always one of the best, and it's familiar, and every time he tells her that he still hasn't exactly learned how to cook yet she stuffs him to the gills with food until he can barely roll himself from the table and sends him home with box after box of side dishes to fill his fridge. she tells him to take care of himself, but he doesn't allow himself to forget that he isn't the only one that needs care; he calls her fortnightly, and sends her things like pots and pans, and never forgets her birthday.

FATHER: kim gyeonbin, 54, solemn, back bowing as the years stack
— RELATIONSHIP WITH: a filial son; perfunctory distance, regulated subservience. neither of them were quiet people, and any words they have are ones most difficult to express between them. often they have the littlest to share to one another, but his father still regularly gives him money on the new year and his solidity was what gyeon modelled himself after to the end.

SIBLINGS: kim sujin, sister, 25, effervescent, a crack of light
— RELATIONSHIP WITH: leaving the nest was hardest with the knowledge that they'd approached a fork in the road, a place where they would have to part and come to the recognition that neither of them were destined to walk the same path. times spent walking his sister to school, hands in his pockets, her bag jingling as they walked, belated morning sun laving sections on the sidewalk they hopped over in a game of whoever steps on it has to buy food. he raises his eyebrows at her not exactly subtle questions that go further and further from innocuous with age and he resigns himself to the role of a guinea pig while she brandishes red nail polish with the glint of determination frankly acting as a threat, her laugh, her poking her head past the doorway and asking for some pocket money. his friends have asked for him to introduce her to them and every time he's caught their heads under his arm and waited smilingly for them to splutter out an apology.

EXTENDED FAMILY: tiny kitten tan that rolls around and sheds fur which makes gyeon sheds tears but its ok bc he loves tan and tan loves him

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BEST FRIEND: from elementary to senior year, his area's school had an escalator system, thereby resulting in a lack of new faces. only, on the first day of his second year of high school, their school had three whole new transfers for their grade, and for the slightest second gyeon had contemplated expanding his friendship horizons. except by the time gyeon had even turned to look, a gym bag was dropping onto his table heavy enough to shake it and gyeon was forced to smack his clingy relative pain in the ass with his hefty maths textbook - the same pain in the ass that clung to him like a mote of dust, always drifting back no matter how much you swiped at it, and he was a veritable puppy. a puppy that'd followed him ever since gyeon had wordlessly shuffled next to him by sheer coincidence during a group activity in fourth grade, eyes sparkling whenever he cracked a grin and leered an awful joke, darted just out of reach, jumped gyeon from behind with hands on his shoulders and positively shrieked when gyeon elbowed him back, stealing his water bottle and taking long incessant sips just because gyeon really did not appreciate anyone touching his things, much less smearing their spit over them. he drooled over gyeon's books after falling asleep in class, flailed and whined to him over the phone, simpered and treated him to meals whenever gyeon got mad, and he was a puppy that was a bit of an accidental damn genius that skipped two grades and wagged his metaphorical tail every time gyeon accidentally laughed at something he did. at this point they'd grown apart, lives mapped by circumstance and separated by all the crossroads that stood in their paths, but even with his web of newfound friends sometimes eun hit gyeon up by phone to call him dearest and gyeon could hardly bring himself to call back whenever he missed it because that little toerag spoke like a serpent and gyeon couldn't believe that he missed him and his antics - opening doors for grannies, taking his snapback off and smiling so warmly at gyeon's parents in greeting - so fervidly. get him out.

OTHER CLOSE FRIENDS: introversion doesn't make it hard to meet people that you like; it only makes it harder to meet people, and often it's the ones that poke their heads in and dig their arms into his armpits while wailing that he can't waste his life like this, that are the ones that stick. he'd be fine without knowing a cluster of people, is what he tells himself, though it is just a bit hard envisioning at what points he would even step outside if not for love calls to go out to some restaurant or to see a movie, and maybe karaoke after - university friends and others he'd met one way or another, friend of a friend or by happenstance, like lexi commandeering both his kitten and his couch as he resignedly turns on the vacuum cleaner and pokes her feet with the nozzle to get them out of the way. often he keeps something of an unconventional crowd, but they're all just stumbling and feeling out life, and he doesn't have that much room to talk.

— ACTIONS AROUND PARTNER: initially gyeon couldn't seem the furthest from affectionate, and that translates to some extent into truth. he's stiff, lagging when it comes to the expression of anything deeper than small talk, and in public after copious evaluation of everyone else's eyes and the surrounding environment he's likely to not move even an inch - but he's earnest, melting like chocolate with secretive little smiles where no one else can see, the slightest of hums and tapping their foot with his. to him, the subtle actions matter most, and even just sitting across one another at a small noodle joint is enough to satisfy him, but he does get moods where he likes to tease, just a little, leaning in with that tiny bright smile of his, wrapping his arms around them and snugly tucking his chin onto their shoulder, hand moving to brush something out of their hair.
— ACTIONS AROUND FRIENDS: gyeon lets himself smile and settle in the background while all the others talk, and when he laughs he has to hold onto someone beside him for support, rocks on his feet to stabilise. on the other hand he keeps a tab on the mood, and if there's a joke at any of their expenses he quiets, watches, lightly claps his hands on their shoulder and asks - quietly - if they're okay. he takes care of them, cleans up their messes while they're busy hooting and chanting in the front, and he groans whenever they collectively suggest doing something dumb. he takes care of his younger friends but shakes his head at their bad decisions and placatingly pats their head if ever things go awry. with friends around his age, there's a significant shift in how casual he acts, and he'll start playing along louder, brighter, cackles escaping that would have been covert smirks otherwise.
— ACTIONS AROUND STRANGERS: purely polite; noticeably distant, giving only slight smiles and requisite little laughs during any exchanges. attentive to their actions and responses, he startles at any physical contact and skirts around people with a regulated but almost absentminded wide berth between them.
— ACTIONS AROUND OWN CHILDREN: gyeon is a mirror of his own parents; gentle, mostly, but stern when it comes to the education of numerous life lessons if just a tad too lenient in giving them whatever they wanted. living a life of somewhat perfunctory self-absorption, if only in the sense that most of his attention was paid on monitoring and regulating himself and his own actions, makes it hard to recognise what he should actually do when bringing up someone else, and he'd be the stiff, uncertain father until the moment his child gurgled and flung their stubby arms in his direction - and even then. change is hard for him, a major source of stress, particularly with the recognition that anything he said, or did, could entirely shape someone's identity - he acts gingerly, a little too carefully, and listens deeply to what they tell him because, after all, listening and evaluating is what he does best.
— ACTIONS AROUND OTHER CHILDREN: gyeon likes children, despite his uncertainty with how to handle them; because he doesn't take to the role of a comedic uncle all that well, kids aren't necessarily attracted to him and his muted presence, but looking at them he's all fond smiles, crouching down to their level and flustering to catch them whenever they stumble.
— ACTIONS AROUND FAMILY MEMBERS: gyeon hurries to set the table, to clean the dishes, to turn the lights off when they're not needed. he flicks his sister's temple and complains about her not doing her assignments, and rubs his temples at the proposition of a big family gathering but shows up all courteous smiles, pressing his hands together, radiating diligence and a perfunctory level of affection. maybe it'd be different if he had an older sibling, but being the one typically allotted to be in charge he keeps everything functioning at this point out of sheer routine.
— ACTIONS AROUND "OPPOSITE SEX": having a strict, conventional (gender-coded) upbringing is never always good. he acts with a sense of obligation, more polite, attentive, except when he's playing the model replacement son or a poster child in which case he's all too embarrassingly good at hamming it up with smiles, the dreadfully overplayed brand of chivalry in opening the door, offering his seat, taking their hand. if his parents weren't grooming him into becoming the most isolated hamster in the universe, they were training him into being the nephew that none of their acquaintances had ever had, and if it was a front it never mattered enough to be asked about. he doesn't know how to talk to females around his age. normally he simply doesn't.
— ACTIONS AROUND AUTHORITY FIGURES: he defers - and it depends on whether they're ones that he respects, in which case he practically shakes from nervousness in trying to keep himself together, or those that simply bear titles, wherefore he hushes but isn't nearly so self-conscious from how much it matters to him to give a good impression. often it's to the extent of idolisation, and it's enough to just stay there and hang onto their words, eyes wide, nodding along.
— ACTIONS AROUND UNDERLINGS: his place isn't one from which to look down on others; the most he does with any authority is finding his underlings cute, hooking them under his arm and keeping a close eye on them. maybe it's affectionate - maybe it's intent, watchful. sometimes he just likes taking care of them, overloading them with advice and making sure they're doing fine, keeping up, struggling the way all of them have to.

— ACTIONS AROUND THOSE WHO CHALLENGE HIM: the only tight ship gyeon runs is on the matter of not being belittled for his baby face; anything else thought-provoking merits discussion. he lets them talk, but begins to fidget when there's mounting tension, and it's a bad habit that he seeks a quick and painless resolution whenever one of the parties is truly incensed over logical settlement. he isn't argumentative, and hasn't ever been - when it's a problem between others he scarcely intervenes, but when he's too deeply involved to remain invisible he tries to settle the atmosphere first. diplomacy first, though he can come close to losing his cool if any dispute gets too far and difficult to control.
— ACTIONS AROUND THOSE WHO IRRITATE HIM: he isn't one to throw bad words. he gives cold shoulders or placid hums, but more often he's somewhat good at compartmentalisation; gyeon clings with all his strength to any modicum of patience, always in favour of rational behaving, and he's been brought up well enough that he can tolerate saying a few words without pushing himself too hard. it takes much to irritate him - mostly the issue is when people start saying uncomfortable things. he also can't stand it when things get messy
— ACTIONS AROUND THOSE WHO NEED HELP: though he does hold a reputation for being trustworthy and one out of twenty the only one in the room with his head on right, gyeon flusters in times of emergency like a fish out of water when he's out of his element. he leans on logic, learning from past experience, and when he doesn't have the slightest idea of what to do gyeon can only hesitate, stare, then stammer over the most plausible bullshit he can bring to mind. only for things that are more his speed can he remain settled, though he always does put a lot of thought into it, acting deliberately and carefully so he doesn't make any mistakes in hindsight.

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idk what to do with my life v. 2

• noblesse - lamark, muzaka, frankenstein, rai
  
• tog - bam, urek, hoaquin, sachi
  
• borzoi
  
• dragon boy - name starts with 'ae'?
  
• ffxv - noctis as a spoiled prince that scrapes his knees trying to ollie over the palace fence and thinks dragons are the best pets ever and hates his hair getting flat in heavy rain
  
• an uncomfortable truth - yura
  
• whatever comes to mind when u think 'electronic orchestra'. probably this
  
• lookism - jaeyeol
  
• elf - light, chaotic neutral, peasant class, healer, staff
  

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SDKFMSDJF hello you definitely can!! its just that this thread is rly a nonsensical mess but yes 100% our queens that i would die for,

[Seliane]

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