hiiiiii i’m mimi and it’s been a minute since i’ve rped so please be patient with me. but i am very excited to be here !! also this intro got away from me and is way too long so i apologize in advance ok.. but yes let’s plot maybe ??
( hwang hyunjin , cismale , he/him , twenty two ) $$$ — i'm pretty sure i just saw HUNTER SEO headed out of the estate . it's weird though … i didn't see them with their SKATEBOARD . i didn't know they left the house without it . i feel like i can never catch them ; they're always so busy … guess that makes sense since they're a PROFESSIONAL SKATEBOARDER . have you met them yet ? they live in MAGNOLIA LANE , so you might've missed them . i think you'd like them a lot , actually . i swear their aura is YELLOW , and that seems like your vibe . maybe you'll get lucky and run into them sometime . i can always tell when they're coming up the hill ‘cause they're constantly blasting SUGAR by BROCKHAMPTON … it's pretty much their anthem at this point , so if you hear it , you'll know they're around . y'know , the other day , i saw a tabloid with them on the front page that said " HUNTER SEO AND VANS TEAM UP TO GET KIDS NEW WHEELS DESPITE RUMOURS CIRCLING HIS RELATIONSHIP STATUS “ … do you think that's true ? guess we'll see what the neighborhood watch thinks !
BASIC INFORMATION
full name : hunter seo
nickname(s) : hunt, h, seo
preferred name(s) : hunter
birth date : may 21st 2000
age : twenty two
zodiac : gemini
gender : cis male
pronouns : he / him
romantic orientation : biromantic
sexual orientation : bisexual
nationality : south korean / canadian
ethnicity : asian
BACKGROUND
birth place : jeju-do , south korea
hometown : vancouver , canada
social class : born middle class, currently upperclass
father : dae-min seo
mother : soo young moon
sibling(s) : older brother - leo seo
pet(s) : sunni the german shepard
previous relationship(s) : tba.
SKILLS & ABILITIES
physical strength : strong and athletic
intelligence : hunter isn’t overly intelligent, he never did well in school and his grades were just good enough to get him to graduation. he knows a lot about sports, but that’s really it.
language(s) spoken : english & korean .
drive : yes
ride a bicycle : yes
play an instrument : very little guitar for campfire purposes
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE & CHARACTERISTICS
eye color : dark brown
hair color : changes frequently depending on his mood
glasses / contacts : doesn’t need them but will sometimes wear glasses without prescription for the aesthetic
height : 5′11″
build : medium/strong
exercise habits : literally cannot sit still, so he is incredibly active. his favourite way to workout is through physical activities like sports.
MANNERISMS
accent : hunter was raised from the time he was four in vancouver, his accent would be considered canadian but sometimes he will mispronounce things in both languages due to his korean parents having very little of the english language and always speaking korean at home and english everywhere else.
quirks : drums on everything using either his fingers, pencils, cutlery or anything that can remotely resembles drum sticks, hums all the time, can’t sit still
hobbies : anything active and athletic. he loves to go for bike rides with his skateboard under his arm
habits : is always late, looses everything all the time
nervous ticks : fidgets a lot, rambles
fears : spiders, never reaching his full potential
positive traits : free spirited, friendly, charming, witty
negative traits : careless, flakey, can be inattentive
IMPORTANT / BACKGROUND
TW: car accident, death of a family member.
early life for hunter was pretty easy, he doesn’t remember living in south korea ( despite having visited several times since and hearing all the stories ). he was four years old when they moved, his parents taking them to start over in vancouver, canada. the family of four moved to a new country where they knew no one and had nothing. despite that, they figured it out rather quickly. his parents established themselves with a restaurant and the boys settled in school, making friends easily and helping their parents out once they were old enough.
hunter’s first love was skateboarding, it was something he did for fun with his friends after school or when his parents didn’t need him at the restaurant. he used his tips from helping his parents to buy his first board when he was eight. it was neon green and very tacky, but he loved it and took it everywhere he went.
hunter was a natural. it was talent combined with fearlessness that had the likes of tony hawk approaching him and giving him pointers. all things that helped him achieve skills and reach the professional level by the time he was thirteen. that was the same year he went to his first x-games and won gold. after that the medals and sponsorships kept rolling in.
however, he was still a teenager and attended school as regularly as he could. of course, things were a bit different -- he was a local celebrity. his popularity at school skyrocketed, which hunter took with stride. he had always been easy going. if he’d broken an arm or a leg, people lined up to help him out. if he missed school for a competition or to work in some aspect, other students had the notes he missed ready for him upon his return. but with the good always came the bad. some of his classmates grew jealous, spreading lies and rumours about boy. they couldn’t touch him, there were too many eyes on him all the time but they could verbally assault him. it never bothered the youngest seo.
all the attention, on the other hand, did influence his relationship with his brother. leo didn’t like that hunter was the golden child. that he seemingly had everything and everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. the older seo wanted nothing to do with his younger sibling. despite living in the same house, they rarely spoke. hunter couldn’t understand why his brother hated him, he didn’t know what he had done or what he could do to make things right. but he didn’t stop trying. that didn’t happen until later.
the thing was, hunter was likeable, he was an all around good guy. he cared about everyone, he was funny and charismatic, a bit of an air-head. like anyone he had his strengths and weaknesses. while he could charm a room, he was perpetually late. he had broken a few world records and achieved many firsts in the skateboarding world, but he had a hard time committing to anything and anyone. he never let anything phase him, but it also appeared like he didn’t have a care in the world.
tragedy struck one winter day when hunter was sixteen. he’d just gotten his license and a new car to go with it. he had convinced his dad to close the restaurant for thee afternoon and go for a drive with him. they’d driven out of the city, taking the winding roads of british columbia towards the mountains. hunter took a turn too quickly, slipped on a patch of black ice and they’d hit a transport tuck head on. he didn’t remember anything after that. he’d woken up in a hospital later on with everyone telling him just how lucky he was to be alive. his mother was weeping, his brother was nowhere to be seen and his father -- his father didn’t make it.
from there he began the long road to rehabilitation. hunter was put through rigorous physiotherapy and was told he’d probably never skate professionally ever again. but hunter didn’t like that answer. he refused to have this be the end of his career. he was sixteen years old, he’d just lost his father and the sport was all he knew. it was pure determination that kept him going.
the doctors quickly discovered there was nothing they could do to stop the young boy. he was going to skateboard again or die trying. he managed to do it, to heal enough to get back out there... but the moment he was at the park, board under foot but without his father ( his biggest supporter ) there to cheer him on.. he couldn’t do it. he couldn’t push himself off the edge, quite literally, and do the only thing he was good at, the only thing he knew. hunter became a shell of himself. he’d put his everything into skateboarding, then his everything into physiotherapy and then he had nothing. he didn’t know what to do with himself or who he was without the board and his father.
for two years hunter was a ghost, he’d given up on everything. including winning over his brother, who now had even more reason to hate him. hunter had to agree, he hated himself too. it wasn’t until his senior year, when he was cleaning out the spare room of the house so they could sell that he found a box containing his fathers old items from his university days. photo’s, yearbooks, diploma’s, hoodies. hunter had always known his father had spent a lot of his time volunteering, the man had spoken of it fondly, encouraging his own boys to give it a try. but. hunter had always just brushed it off, ignored it. amongst all the items was the proof, the pictures of his dad smiling brightly doing the thing he loved. hunter was inspired, in a last effort to feel close to his father once more he decided he would take up volunteering.
of course, he knew only one thing. hunter began to work with children from diverse backgrounds who held the same passion and got the same thrill he once did when it came to skateboarding. he began to work with kids like him, who could have lost it all but decided to keep going and fighting for what they want after hardships. he taught them to skateboard and to recover through the love of a sport, in doing so he found himself healing as well. he was back on his board and it was like he never stopped.
naturally, people caught wind of this -- hunter seo, the child prodigy of the sport was back. it was a lot of pressure but he took his time. one competition at a time, one win, a few losses and then on to win a gold medal at the olympic games. that was what really solidified his re-entry to the sport and had brand deals and support returning to him full force.
hunter seo was once again making a name for himself in the sport. no longer the amazing child prodigy, no longer the child of tragedy, but the top ranked male in the sport and household name ( well, if you cared about sports or were on social media that was ). part of his charm, however, is that despite everything -- he’s still the same hunter he’s always been.. just with a few more bumps and bruises.
WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
platonic ─── unlikely friends , other athletes he meets up with at competitions and events , a nice wholesome best friend & confidant , someone who will get high and talk shit with him , a party buddy , someone who is also as free spirited as hunter and they go on adventures together , neighbours , and of course any other form of friendship really
romantic ─── first kiss / first relationship / first love , a past or present unrequited crush from either side , exes on good or bad terms , friends with benefits , a one night stand
negative ─── someone who just doesn't click with him ( this is probably someone more uptight who can’t stand how hunter seems to not have a care in the world ) , friends who had a falling out , his biggest competition
* watching hunter fly off of his board at lightspeed woke her up more than the iced coffee in her hold ever could . free hand comes up to rest over her heavily beating heart — he’s smiling ; she looks absolutely horrified . “ something tells me this hasn’t truly taught you a lesson about riding in the road , so i’m going to politely request that the next time you do it , you check to make sure i’m not around . ” summer shakes her head , brows pinched as he walked off the asphalt , discreetly checking to make sure he wasn’t hobbling . “ the last thing i want to witness is you being squished flat as a pancake . ” she lets out a small sigh , shoulders untensing as he attempts to act jovial . “ though , i’m not sure how cool i can make falling off of your skateboard sound . should i say you did a full backflip as you went down ? is that even possible ? ”
❝ you know -- i think i’ve been told that riding on the road is dangerous once or twice in my lifetime . but what’s life without a little bit of danger and excitement ? i think i feel more alive than i did just a few minutes ago . nothing like a near death experience to really wake you up in the morning . ❞ hunter pats himself down quickly . everything seeming alright and he’s not in any real pain so he takes it as a win . he’s not hurt ( with the exception of a few scrapes and bruises but that’s normal for him ) , no one else seems hurt , all is good . except maybe his board -- he is worried about the state of his prized possession. . ❝ i think you’re exactly the person i need around when i do stupid shit , who else is going to make sure i’m not a pancake as you so put it ? though , i do wonder what it would feel like to be one . would i also be fluffy and delicious or just like flat and lifeless . ❞ hunter can’t help but try and make light of the situation . it’s his coping mechanism , nothing matters and everything is fun and fine all the time . ❝ please do , that would be an epic trick . no one else has done it before but i could be the first . i’ll start working on it now and we can say i was practicing . i’m trying to debut some new skills in the next x-games . ❞
Astrid became irritated fairly easy. One could say it had to do with the amount of pressure she was forced to live up to as a child. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect personality. So when things threw her out of her daily force, she often got heated. Astrid told herself that had Hunter offered an actual apology or wiped that damn cheesy grin off his face that she’d be gentler towards him. The blonde wasn’t hurt by any means. She had managed to jump out of the way, but it still left her spooked. “Yeah, it’s almost like there’s literal pedestrians who’d like to avoid getting hit by freaks who don’t know common courtesy,” she snapped, a false smile on her face. “Aren’t there like… I don’t know, skate parks where you could do whatever fucked up shit you want without torturing the rest of us?”
hunter simply blinked and let the other snap at him -- he honestly didn’t know how to react . it wasn’t like he’d tried to fall off his board or cause a scene . he never meant for any of it to happen but he also knew he was to blame . so , for once he just didn’t speak . it was probably better to let her get it off her chest . he was known to say the worst things at inappropriate times and he didn’t think this was the moment to make a joke about being a freak on the street and in the sheets . but the thought did cause him to chuckle lightly to himself as soon as it crossed his mind . ❝ ah yes , the skate park -- my second home . you know , those do exist but as it happens my schedule actually didn’t allow for a visit there today . ❞ he pouted as if truly upset about that fact . ❝ but also , don’t you ever just want to get somewhere faster and feel the wind in your hair ? like riding a bike or rollerblading ? or do you just walk all the time ? because that seems rather boring . skateboarding is fun and fast . ❞
Genevieve gave him a bit of a nod, “Did you have a long day?” she asked with a small laugh. Pointing to him to the bartender signaling for another round. Turning her chair a bit, “What kind of shots? I literally was trying to come out for one drink” she laughed.
❝ i had an -- unusual day . ❞ hunter confided , mind still spinning and processing all that had occurred . ❝ well , what’s the FUN in just one drink ? unless of course you have to drive , or like have something important to do . don’t let me pressure you into drinking if you don’t want to . i just hate drinking alone . ❞ he rambled as he scanned behind the bar to select a liquor to shoot . ❝ how about amaretto ? it’s tasty and strong . ❞
❛ i hate to be the one to break it to you but they’re probably gonna make that look a lot worse than it really was . ❜ samuel looked around at the people around them , lucky to have avoided the crosshairs of hunter and his skateboard . while the entire situation amused him , he did his best to hold back the laughter that was brewing just beneath the surface . ❛ are you good though ? i imagine that hurt quite a bit . ❜
❝ well , one can dream . i’m always cool in my dreams . maybe i’ll go viral for my epic fall -- something , anything to make this slightly less embarrassing . i’m supposed to be good at this whole skateboarding thing . ❞ he laughed it off , his ego was more hurt than anything else . honestly , hunter was more concerned about the state of his board than any bruises that were no doubt blossoming on his skin . ❝ after you hit the ground a few times at top speed you kind of get used to it . the advice i was always given and still follow is just to walk it off . ❞ he picked up the offending plank of carefully constructed wood with a frown . a groan escaped his lips . ❝ i just had the wheels fixed too and now they’re all scuffed again . ❞
counting to ten he wiggled each of his fingers and then rolled his wrist , wincing at the soreness but feeling reassured that nothing was b r o k e n . only his ego , that was more damaged than anything else . however , as he popped his skateboard up into his hand he plastered on a grin before turning back to make sure that no one else had been injured or harmed in any way by his l a c k of awareness . ❝ i suppose this is why i was always told NOT to ride my board or bike across the street . it all makes sense now , my eomma did have a point after all . ❞ hunter shook his head trying to make light of the situation , slightly forced laughter passing between his lips . he looked to the car he’d almost run into the side of when he’d failed to look both ways and then around at the pedestrians he’d also almost hit in an attempt to avoid the vehicle . ❝ terribly sorry for all of the trouble , though , i look forward to reading all about it on the internet later . please add loads of juicy details that make me seem either way COOLER as i fell off my board or more dramatic but , you know , still cool . ❞
* your muse overhears banks playing a track from his upcoming album . ( x ) changes by justin bieber .
* tw : rehab mention .
“ not my usual stuff , huh ? ” he’s aware of the vast difference between his last album and the track lingering in the studio . syllables leave his lips as he sings along , i’m going through changes — " might scrap it , or keep as a vault track , i don’t know .. " unsure of himself , of his music , all new feelings since his undisclosed stay in rehab . " fuck it , what have you been working on ? "
he was lost . very lost . all the hallways looked the same and everyone was so a b s o r b e d in their work he didn’t dare interrupt to ask how to get out of the building . hunter cursed his manager under his breath for leaving him here to figure it out on his own . with a defeated sigh , he paused his aimless wandering to pull out his phone and hopefully get in contact with someone who could help him . or that had been the plan before the open door across from him had him wandering in that direction and leaning up against the frame -- the music quite literally making every other thought slip from his mind . ❝ that’s a deep track , i don’t know a thing about any of this... ❞ he gestured to the music studio around them . ❝ but if it helps at all , the song made me stop and listen . ❞ and then hunter had to look around and make sure the other was actually talking to him and not someone else because he wasn’t working on anything . he’d spent his first and only ever hour inside one of those little booths just today . it was all a very surreal and claustrophobic experience . ❝ apparently my voice becomes very muffled and pitchy when i’m on my board and that doesn’t make for good advertising so it needed to be fixed with voice overs . i don’t know how you all do this -- one hour and i never want to hear my own voice played back at me ever again . ❞
It had been too long of a day, shoot after shoot and the girl needed to relax a bit. Walking into the first bar she saw she went straight up to ask for a dirty martini. Nodding to the bartender once he handed it to her she looked at the person sitting beside her, “Would you like one?” she asked them giving a small smile.
hunter’s head was still spinning from his last meeting . he’d left the office and stumbled into the closest bar , planning to process everything over a c o l d beer . but now the beer was warm , only half gone and he still couldn’t BELIEVE the number of zero’s on his new brand deal . hunter only came out of his haze when he saw the cocktail being handed to the newest addition to the crowd at the bar . maybe hard liquor was what he needed . he should be celebrating . ❝ yes ! ❞ he declared . ❝ i do want one , and a round of shots -- on me of course . ❞
eyes roll so hard he’s suprised they haven’t fallen out of his head, jude gently elbowing his company in the side to garner their attention elsewhere. ❝ i think we’ve got fans, ❞ only to be met by the blinding FLASH of some paparazzo’s camera in the bushes, the incessant c l i c k of their photo being snatched. ❝ can’t even get food without them always lurking around — i hope we at least get a funny headline. or something totally out of left field. ❞
in all honesty , hunter thought he was seeing things . maybe there was lightning in the distance ? he was so caught up in wincing at the horizon trying to spot another flash of light that the elbow to his side , though gentle , still caused him to stumble slightly . ❝ fans ? ❞ then it clicked , literally , the sound and the source . hunter’s eyes widened before he remembered what his publicist was trying desperately to teach him -- act n o r m a l , casual . though , he never had been a great student . he never could get used to being noticed , even with years of experience . what was he supposed to do with his hands ? ❝ maybe we should put on a SHOW , give them the juicy headlines they’re looking for . ❞ he finally settled his hands in his pockets with a shrug . it went against everything he’d been told , but it would at least be f u n .
