okay, maybe this wasn’t particularly what the calligraphy table had in mind when they’d invited people over to write and draw. she’d bypassed the piece of parchment she’d been handed completely and had instead taken to applying the ink directly to her skin. she was currently fixated on completing the ornate pattern she’d begun drawing around the small tattoo on her finger, almost giving the appearance of a ring with varying branches that cascaded up her finger. she completed it by filling in the heart, making it completely black.
placing the pen down, she bashfully avoided the strange looks she was getting from the people who’d used their calligraphy tools in the correct manner, noticing fuyuko standing nearby as well, she offered up a small, shy smile. “i know...i was supposed to use the paper. still, it looks quite nice, don’t you think?” her words meandered, as she extended her hand to display her artwork. truthfully, the ink was a bit too loose for the design to stay on skin without smearing. it had started to seep into the finer creases of her dermis, branching off further into what resembled tiny veins. “huh...maybe not...anyway, i didn’t really know what to draw on the paper, so i just started doodling on myself. still, i wanted to draw something. maybe send it to my brother at college.” she added, saying the last part with a very specific passiveness.
what was she even doing here? she’d asked herself that several times over the past half hour, but was she any closer to an answer? were her feet any closer to shuffling her back inside, away from the noise? of course not. vibrant colors, pretty lights and mindless chatter filled dallyeog’s rooftop, and this sort of thing definitely wasn’t her scene. but it had occurred to her that she knew virtually nobody in the complex, which seemed a bit counter-productive if there was a break-in or a fire, or any other various types of maliciousness. or maybe she was just feeling lonely, though she’d never even broach that possibility.
she’d been scoping out the activities available with mild curiosity, mostly getting a kick out of people screwing things up when they attempted them. her current gaze lingered on the dumpling making table, which had a handful of people gathered around taking their best shot at the intricate craft. one of them was a young child, deftly crimping the sides of the dumpling with more attention to detail than yooseul had ever approached anything in her entire life. her resting frown slid up slightly into a small grin as she was reminded of her brother who she hadn’t spoken to in at least three months. when he was younger, he often met things with the same enthusiasm as the child making dumplings, something she could never dream of. “maybe i should try it,” she blurted out absent-mindedly. it was mostly to herself, but it sounded an awful lot like she was talking to the person who’d just appeared next to her. “oh...aha...sorry,” she added, letting her face shift into the person’s shadow so they couldn’t see her embarrassment.
i’m slowly but surely getting to everything, but i’d love to get some threads going for the rooftop event :’) each emoji below represents one of the activity booths! whichever one you reply with will be the activity we do in the starter! ( i hope that makes sense looool ;-; )
🥟 - dumpling making
🎤 - open mic
🎮 - arcade corner
✒️ - calligraphy table
🍸 - the bar
🥳 - party corner
🧁 - pastry table
🌺 - flower origami table
━♡ guess the 26 year old july baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because jeon yooseul is just as wild as the month of july. wait, why do they remind me of bae suji? beyond that, they seemed audacious and impartial upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of stormful and brusque though. i hope they get acquainted here in complex #3 / apartment #0722 / floor # 2 ; she seems to have a lot going on with her job as a rideshare driver.
tw: missing persons
hey everyone!!!! ;u; i’m so glad to be joining you at this ungodly hour (it’s literally after 4am here SMH!!) but hey when the muse hits you IT HITS YOU LIKE A CINDERBLOCK and i for one love when i get a weird burst of sudden muse for a new character hehe :> anyways, that character would be jeon yooseul, a somewhat asocial rideshare driver who’s been living at dallyeog for about a year now :0 pretty much all the info i have for her is below, but in case you’d rather not read a big stretch of text all together, here’s some individual page links: x, x & x :)
profile / stats
basic
full name - jeon yooseul
nickname/s - yoo, yoojwi ( from her aunt due to her quiet nature )
age - twenty six
dob - 07/22/1994
gender identity - cis female
orientation/s - pansexual / demiromantic
blood type - o
born - gyeonggi-do, south korea
grew up - pohang, south korea
nationality - korean
occupation: rideshare driver
languages: korean, conversational japanese, very basic english
personality
label - the thunderstorm
traits - audacious, stormful, impartial, brusque, enigmatic, aloof
aesthetics - long drives with no destination, concealed crying fits, lonely shadow puppets on the wall in the waning sun, wind and raindrops in your hair, smudged lip balm, beat up messenger bags, the jingling of keys, continental drift, being left on read
western horoscope - cancer
chinese zodiac - dog
alignment - chaotic neutral
mbti - the logician ( intp-t )
enneagram - the philosopher ( 5w4 )
disc type - the architect ( Dc )
appearance
fc - bae su-ji ( bae suzy )
hair - deep brown and usually worn naturally, with little effort put in.
eye color - black
build - slender
clothing style - simple, aimless - lots of blacks, earth tones and neutrals. owns a few leather jackets.
piercings - both ears in multiple places
tattoos - a small heart on her left ring finger, a heart topped with a cross on lower part of the back of her neck
familial ties
mother - jeon hyesun ( status unknown )
father - jeon soonil ( status unknown )
siblings - younger brother jeon yoohwan ( 20, currently in university )
aunt - im darae ( 49, living in pohang )
uncle - im jongho ( 52, living in pohang )
biography
yooseul was born in the muggy, oppressive heat of july to two very kind, yet very naive people. they were both young; barely 19 when they had yooseul, and were in no position to take care of a child. however, they still took on the challenge, as it was simply the kind of people they were.
while the pair meant well, they were always leaving yooseul with her aunt and uncle before traipsing off on another adventure. they loved traveling the world doing all kinds of thrilling, but reckless activities. climbing infamous mountain peaks, visiting the sites of active volcanos, boating down the amazon river with scarce supplies. the little girl would overhear pieces of arguments between her aunt & uncle and her parents. yooseul’s aunt and uncle tended to look out for her even more than her parents did, and were adamant that all the traveling was actively harming yooseul’s development. her mother and father remained steadfast that their daughter wouldn’t even remember this stretch of her life, due to how young she was.
when yooseul’s brother was born, everyone was a bit hopeful that yooseul’s parents would slow down with their jet-setting lifestyle, but if anything, it seemed to kick them into high gear. it was as though having a second child made them feel as though the clock were ticking on their lives, and off they were again on another adrenaline rush.
as yooseul grew enough to truly comprehend and lament her parents’ absence, it was only then that they seemed to finally understand the effect they were having. then again, anyone would probably start listening when their young child is on their knees, begging and crying with an intensity of someone’s whose heart was truly breaking. the trips slowed to a crawl and became every once in a while, rather than every other weekend. yooseul grew passive about them by age seven, as they were so infrequent, so when her parents told her they’d be going on a hiking trip to the south korean evergreen forests, she honestly didn’t think much of it.
she hadn’t seen her aunt and uncle in months, and she and her brother could fly kites in their spacious garden. it was a handful of positives, or so yooseul thought. ( tw begins here ) the days stretched on at their house, and it seemed to be taking a bit longer for her parents to return than she’d anticipated. she could tell something may have been wrong by the hushed conversations her aunt and uncle had, coupled with teary phone calls to people that yooseul couldn’t seem to make out.
she learned the truth while eavesdropping on a news story about her parents; apparently they had gone out hiking as planned, but they had never returned back to the hotel they were staying at. several searches had been conducted in the forest, but only scant, inconclusive traces of the couple were found.
as she was just a child, yooseul knew only hope. her parents would come back one day. why wouldn’t they? they’d been hiking before. they knew what they were doing. days turned into months, and optimism turned into doubt. the evergreen forests were so large and covered so much ground - and who knew if they were even still in there?
( end of tw ) her aunt and uncle did what they could for her and her brother, as the two had gained custody of the children due to their frequent care of them. while her brother was able to develop at a relatively normal pace, yooseul withdrew inside of herself for the most part. the hope she had once known had shifted into stinging pessimism. she loved the family she had left of course, but she was terrible at opening up about what she was feeling, and she was so reluctant for people to see any weakness in her. she had to be the strong one, and it was so much easier to be strong when you let emotions roll off your back entirely.
yooseul had difficult focusing on the things that went on around her, especially in school. she never really made socializing a priority, and her grades were abysmal. it was honestly a wonder that she graduated at all, but her aunt and uncle didn’t want her to be without a secondary diploma, so they refused to let her fall back irretrievably far.
trying to enter the workforce was even worse. she’d sworn off university, and all the small trade jobs she got never seemed to last more than a couple of months, mostly due to her lack of interest. she simply drifted from one meaningless wad of money to the next, either saving it up in a jar for goals she didn’t have or slipping it into her aunt’s purse when she’d refuse to take it directly.
having no prospects might have seemed like a downer of a life to live, but yooseul didn’t really think of things in those terms - she was solely focused on existing in whatever moment she was in and doing whatever she wanted to do. after her aunt and uncle surprised her with a fairly nice kia k8 (as they knew it was something she’d never buy for herself), she leaned into late night drives for comfort. there was something about being alone, feeling the wind ruffling through your hair, some mindless song on the radio recorded solely to push false emotions, watching the lines on the road come at you like knives when you push the limits of the car’s engine. it felt free.
after hearing word of a new rideshare app launching from her uncle, yooseul decided to apply to be a driver. she had nothing else going on at the moment, and those late night drives she enjoyed so much could actually make her some money.
she’s been doing it for a few years now and enjoys it as much as yooseul can enjoy something. the social aspect of it can be a bit awkward, so she loves nothing more than when her passenger keeps their face locked on their phone in silence. she’s since moved out of her aunt and uncle’s place and intro her own apartment at dallyeog. she figured it was finally time to move on, as her brother was now entering college and hadn’t really needed any help taking care of for some time now. maybe, deep down, she’d stuck around so long for sentimental reasons, but she’d never ever admit that.
wanted connections ( first come first serve )
anniversary of an uninteresting event ( open ) - yooseul never talks about it, but y/m saw the story about her parents on some exploitative talk show where they launched a ton of conspiracy theories about what happened. you want to set the record straight, but she doesn’t really wanna hear it.
be quiet and drive ( open ) - y/m orders a ride from yooseul with no set destination in mind. they’ve just had a really awful day and want to zoom through the city towards the sunset without looking back. lucky for them, that is just yooseul’s vibe.
needles and pins ( open ) - y/m and yooseul knew eachother before she moved into dallyeog, possibly even dating back to childhood. they actually know her better than most of the people she’s around now, which makes her mighty uncomfortable. she feels as if they hold some sort of key to a past she thought she’d locked away forever.
cherry waves ( open ) - nobody knows how y/m and yooseul came together, but every time they come into contact, they both immediately lose themselves. sitting on the beaches of busan with a bottle of whiskey, tiptoeing on the edge of dallyeog’s rooftop hand in hand, or ending up a tangled mess of flushed skin and kiss-swollen lips in the back of yooseul’s car; wherever they are, time doesn’t seem to exist.
battle axe ( open ) - yooseul can be a little abrasive when she’s irritated, and maybe that’s why y/m likes pushing her buttons so much. maybe they just like to challenge her attitude of not caring about anything.
passenger ( open ) - somehow, every time y/m orders from the rideshare app, they end up with yooseul as their driver. it’s not that she doesn’t get them there safely and on time, but she can be...rather scary. maybe all it would take is a few conversations, and they’d see she’s not so bad, and maybe even bump up her rating to three stars?
hole in the earth ( open ) - yooseul did the unthinkable when she and y/m were together a few years ago: she actually opened up. she told them things she never thought she’d tell anyone, and y/m didn’t really understand the weight of that decision for her, betraying her trust. seeing y/m again now is just reopening old wounds and pouring on the salt.
digital bath ( open ) - for whatever reason, it is way easier for yooseul to have lengthier conversations over texts, snaps and other various digital means of communication. perhaps it’s not having to see the person’s reaction in real-time and therefor not having to process any of her own emotions. y/m is one of the only people who actually indulges her on this, and now they have become somewhat friendly as a result.
this is all i have for the moment, but i am v enthusiastic about brainstorming things based on chemistry and character traits or of course scooping up one of your open plots!
