﹟ ⠀ hey besties ! i’m cc + 21 from cst + my pronouns are she + her! i’m super excited for this rp since i’ve just been craving someplace to write and i think this is very secksee of the admins + all of us. this intro is entirely too long but i love mirae a lot and i can’t wait to write with all of you !
✎ 「 did you see those pap pics of NAM “MIMI” MIRAE ?? the TWENTY FOUR year old SINGER / SONGWRITER is nothing but trouble. all the tabloids say that they’re +INNOVATIVE, but can sometimes be -MELANCHOLY, & their latest headline [ ‘ MIMI NAM TRENDS ON TWITTER AFTER A SERIES OF (NOW DELETED) CRYPTIC TWEETS ’ ] isn’t exactly painting them in the best light. but who knows ?? maybe SHE will finally learn how to keep HER messy sh*t private !! || JUNG JINSOUL , OLIVIA RODRIGO + ASTRID S 」
﹟ ⠀ influences﹕
peyton sawyer, one tree hill.
zoe nightshade, percy jackson & the olympians.
narcissa malfory, harry potter.
cady heron, mean girls.
vivian kensington, legally blonde.
kelly aldrich + elle tomkins, the society.
﹟ ⠀ basic stats﹕
birth name: nam mirae
nickname(s) / alias(es): mimi nam – stage name, rae, mims
preferred name: mirae
age + dob: twenty four + august, sixth
hometown: seoul, south korea
occupation + career claim: singer / songwriter + olivia rodrigo, astrid s.
labels: the crestfallen, the ice queen, the isolato, the artisan
natal chart: leo sun, libra moon, taurus rising
moral alignment: true neutral
hogwarts house: ravenclaw
languages spoken: korean, mandarin + english
exterior: outwardly, mirae has gotten used to putting on an image for the media; she’s seen as reserved, quiet, doesn’t speak much unless spoken to. she tends to keep her head down, but is notorious for having the sort of face that lets all of her negative feelings + thoughts be known – aka has mastered both a resting bitch face & the perfect judgmental up - down glance.
interior: has just been through a lot and is all in all: tired. she’s naturally more quiet, with too many thoughts to be articulated so she just – sits there. a lot of her feelings are expressed through both her artwork + her songs, but she quite honestly has a tendency to be a loner and she’s just completely alright with that.
﹟ ⠀ dossier﹕
get used to it, you’re practically royalty the moment you take your first breath. your mother has always shone in the limelight and your father has graced cover after cover. though you are crowned in the EAST, you are the kind of girl that will be known worldwide. everyone knows your name – or the name that’s easiest to pronounce; mimi is sweet and short, it’s memorable and you were born to be remembered.
but, you don’t exactly enjoy the limelight as much as your family does. you find solace in the quiet moments of privacy; you crane your head to look at the moon following you in expensive cars, you sketch the view from the very top floor of the tallest skyscraper, you fall asleep with only yourself for comfort. you are a quiet girl, mirae, and your parents fault you for it. they turn you to music in hopes that you’ll make a name for yourself because that’s your legacy – and you’re too young to know that you’re allowed to say no.
you’re good at it. your fingers move with melodies and your mind races with stories you can tell in cadence. it comes to you naturally – exactly the way painting and art does. you pick it up in hopes of making your family happy, but once you start doing well, they only expect more. you’re young when you make the move out to the west, into the city of angels. but your talent is promising and you have an entire city that you can conquer.
unlike your parents, though, you have never been the type to wield a scepter and call for war. you don’t want to conquer, you want comfort and a simple life. you attend red carpets behind your superstar parents and praise them in interviews but you never wanted this life. when you’re fourteen, though, you get your wish as you witness your parents’ empire come crashing down. in an attempt to save their crumbling foundation, they send you to the vultures unaware that they’ve raised a wolf in their own home.
fifteen and labelled as cutthroat. you’re a star in your own right, having learned from only the best. but, you didn’t renounce them for your own gain, you renounced them to distance yourself but karma works in a way that you will never understand. you’re launched into stardom alongside the rise of social media, you have a platform before you even know what to do with it. a private star, you release music and artwork just to disappear by sunrise; a mere mystery of starhood – you don’t think you’ve ever wanted this anyway.
﹟ ⠀ wanted connections﹕
any of the posts here.
any of the wc on the main ( estranged sibling + muse + public feud )
the opposites attract sort of bestie
the pair that puzzle paparazzi
ice pairing that never looks happy to be anywhere
someone she smiles at
someone she frowns at >:(
any of my favorite tropes: unrequited love ( on her end, she loves ur muse, it’s not reciprocated :/ ), enemies to lovers, friends to enemies, enemies to friends, friends to lovers, lovers to enemies
﹟ ⠀ conclusion﹕
thank u for reading i’m so excited 4 this pls. if you want to plot, please like this! i’ll be reaching out to everyone eventually too and i love you
“that harmony should be doubled, take it back up to the pre-chorus.” odette slides the headphones off of her ears in the booth, waiting for playback… it isn’t right. and she sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. “is it the snare?” the door swings open, and odette glances at the clock. sure enough, they’d eaten through their hours with nothing to show for it. “same time tomorrow roddie. sleep, rest, eat your wife’s empanadas, and everything will turn up swimmingly.” she grabbed her purse and put her sunglasses on her forehead. she finally notices the other, giving a brilliant smile. “it’s mimi right? i don’t think we’ve met before. your song has a brilliant hook.” she sings a bit of the chorus, offering her hand. “im odette.”
﹟ ⠀ dark hues glaze over with soft admiration, though stoic features make no move to shift in reaction. her hands move to the door behind her, a single black strap from her backpack shifting off of her shoulder with the minute movement. pushing a strand of dark hair behind her ear, mimi makes no move from where she stands – instead, her free hand finds an awkward place in her pocket, her eyes cast glances all around the room instead of the femme before her, annoyance finds a home on her features, though she feels anything but. ⠀ ❝ yeah, no, i know who you are, ❞ ⠀ she nods. ⠀ ❝ i’m sorry, i thought i had the studio for this time – i can leave? ❞ ⠀
As we talk, I can see different sides of Jae-eon. He’s different from the first impression I had of him. I wanted to believe that only I knew this side of him.
