hello !! you can call me fe/fee ( 18+, she/her ), and i just woke up from a nap bhcnjdfjv i specifically set an alarm for opening time, smashed that snooze button 10 minutes before, then.... slept through it............. ANYWAY ! this fool is rain and we’re both happy to be here! here’s his profile but the important bits are below the cut. since he’s very new to the island and he’s been too scared busy to explore the islands past his house + workplace (@ leif’s), it’s more than likely he and your muse haven’t met yet, so i would love to throw them together for the first time and see where they go ykwim <3 i have possible starter ideas at the bottom of this page, plus some pre-plots (??? idk did i just make this word up) in case you’d prefer to plot first. if you like this post, i’ll come by to say hi && ask if you have a preference ( and shower u and ur muse with love bc i’m very excited to be here ok bye ) !!
quick bg:
got the nickname “rain” when he got lost during a rainstorm when he was like 5 bc he liked the puddles . has liked the vibe of rainfall but hated thunder since u_u
his names are interchangeable in narration tbh and i’ll use them interchangeably too, though he does consider rain as his “outside” name and iseul as his “home” name, kinda like having Outgoing clothes vs Home clothes if that makes sense ? so usually he introduces himself as rain regardless of what language he’s using & his nametag at work says rain, but people closer to him could probably switch over to iseul and he’d be happy about that <3
his grandparents used to live in eastbell before settling down in the US !! so rain has heard a lot of fairy tales about this place
grew up on a farm in the middle of nowhere, maryland, USA. basically took over running it when he was ~15 due to his grandparents’ declining health
tw death mention // when his grandparents passed away 3 months ago, his parents sold the farm and offered to take him with them on their travels. rain, who had always felt closer to his grandparents, decided to move to eastbell instead
nowww he’s living in a banged up little cottage by the sea on eastbell hoping to fix it up fully someday and feel closer w/ his grandparents !!
personality ???
is basically an open book when it comes to emotions, even when he doesn’t mean to be
per the dom skeleton, he cries ? easily ? especially out of happiness. not that he will ever cry in front of u! unless it’s maybe during a movie! but that doesn’t count!
also scares easily BUT DO NOT MENTION IT TO HIS FACE !
his brain is nothing but soil and wii music .... literally , he just likes video games, gardening, 5am jogs, and helping other people. he’s a few grades of muscle mass away from being a himbo
well-intentioned though i promise ,, rly just trying to hold onto what memories he has left of his grandparents and be someone they would have been proud of ?
late edit: icb i forgot to include What inspired his character in the first place, and that is erin from the office
if u read this far, ily and so does he. if u prefer discord instead just lmk and i will hit u up <3 <3
“excuse me? song daehyun?” rain hoped he’d gotten the name right from the signs on the club earlier. a few drinks had emboldened him enough to talk to a famous person first (presumed-to-be-famous, since rain heard his name so often around the islands), but his memory also tended to err when he entered tipsy territory. he fiddled with the seat of the empty stool next to who was hopefully song daehyun, not quite daring to sit there yet. “i really liked that last song you performed,” he told him earnestly. “i was wondering if you had any cassettes of your work? or a cd would be totally cool too, it's just that i’d have to wait a few weeks for my new cd player to come in since my old one kinda-- you know.” rain gestured vaguely with his half-finished drink in lieu of an explanation.
“Thank you for doing this, Rain! I owe you one!” She shot the other a bright smile, just before tossing her bags into his arms. “You’re seriously the best!” Hyejin chuckled underbreath with a mischievous grin, shooting an encouraging thumbs up. After being offered assistance once, the girl certainly wouldn’t turn down the opportunity for more. Besides, the camera equipment was heavy on her gentle, frail arms. “We’re just doing some location scouting today, so we should finish soon enough. Then I’ll treat you to anything you want, pinky swearsies.”
“just remember who carried your stuff-- oof--” rain caught the bags with a little less grace than he’d like, “--when the aliens invade.” how had he fallen into the business of pack-muling hyejin’s equipment around even after she showed signs of being an intergalactic traitor? the answer was somehow movies. hyejin’s range of cinematic experience was both frightening and impressive, and until rain finally tapped into the adventurer’s spirit that supposedly ran into his genes, adventures were just as well experienced through movies as through real life. probably.
in that sense, hyejin was like his safari wildlife guide and therefore pretty indispensable, and carrying heavy things around was one of rain’s best traits anyway, so he adjusted her bags more comfortably in his arms and squinted at the low-hanging sun. “scouting’s just for figuring out where you want to shoot, right?” he asked, trying to scrounge up the terms he’d picked up from their time working together. “which film’s this for, again? are we going to be outside? ‘cause i saw that it might drizzle tonight, but my last good raincoat got ripped up and i don’t have my flashlight anymore, so i don’t have anything with me, and what if we get caught out and it gets dark and wet?”
There were few moments in a day that Saho had time to breathe let alone eat. For once, there was enough time to sit down and eat a meal at the diner and she was going to savor every moment of it. By the time her sandwich had arrived and she was ready for her moment of peace, Saho heard something from the booth behind her. At first, she didn’t think much of it, but the longer it continued and the harder she listened, it was clear that it sounded as if someone was crying. Saho leaned over the edge of her seat and towards the other booth. “If you don’t mind me sticking my nose in this, but are you okay?” she asked, looking over the man who was in the booth behind her. Saho glanced him up and down, doing her best not to allow her curious eyes to look at his laptop screen. It was just not police to intrude on his privacy and see what was causing him to cry when he was more than capable of telling her his reason. “Do you need an ear or a shoulder to cry on?”
should he have learned from the first toy story he watched? probably. fool him once, shame on them, but fool him twice, and that was his own damn fault. and of course he had to get caught again -- and again by what appeared to be a well-meaning individual who seemed to have been minding their own business until him. rain cleared his throat, quickly drying his cheeks with some napkins. “oh, i’m okay,” he said, only for his voice to rasp, so he cleared his throat and tried again, “i could use some more napkins if your dispenser has any left, though.” the habitual burn of humiliation didn’t creep into his cheeks anymore -- it was more like a faint cry in the back of his mind now, something he acknowledged with a glum, yeah, i know, we really have to remember there’s a lot less privacy here, before mustering a smile for the stranger. “that's really nice of you to offer, but i’d just get snot all over your shirt. and it’s a nice shirt,” he sniffed, gesturing to what he could see of her top. “have you just...ever watched a movie that you were so invested in that you just... you know?" he finished lamely. “even though you know it’s not real?”
HI HI HI !! since my threads are fairly old by now, i’m going to be doing a soft reset on them. please like this if you’d like a short and sweet starter from rain ! if we’ve plotted before, i’ll come up with something relevant to them, but pre-established connections are not required (though if you prefer to do so first, definitely let me know and i’ll be in your messages!!). if we already have a thread going, i’ll be in your inbox eventually to headcanon the rest of it and ask if you’d like to start a new one (or not atm, which is completely valid)!
when: january 25, 2021.
where: “home,” or, rain’s new house by the beach.
what: rain remembers a fairy tale.
Once upon a time, went his grandfather’s favorite story to tell, there was a mermaid. Well, haeneyo, he said the very first time he told it. Rain isn’t sure when it became mermaid, but thinks it was somewhere around the time he outgrew his first pair of sneakers.
Anyway. Once upon a time, there was a mermaid. She lived a long, full life out in the ocean until the ocean wasn’t enough and she decided to trade her fins in for legs. (Also, money was tight and that lifestyle wasn’t very sustainable for long, it turned out.) There was no sea witch to do it for her, only a big vial of potion that she herself drank before deciding that it was pretty nice to be on land too.
The potion, his grandfather called it wine. Six-year-old Iseul had stared bug-eyed up at him: What’s that? His grandmother laughed and buried her face in his grandfather’s shoulder. That’s not appropriate for kids. His grandfather had smiled, and he had put a hand over hers and continued anyway, It was what her prince was drinking on the beach when she first found him.
The mermaid wasn’t looking for a prince or anything, but that was the word he used anyway, found, like she really was looking but she just didn’t know it. Found. They found each other one afternoon when the sun was searing hot and there was nothing more that the mermaid wanted to do than pitch herself into the cool sea where she belonged. Instead, she kept her legs, even learned to cross them while she sat with the prince and shared the potion with him.
But how could the prince drink the potion if he already had legs? Iseul cried. Ah, right, said his grandfather, let’s just forget all this about a potion, then, and his grandmother was really laughing, her hands shaking in his like her body couldn’t contain all her amusement.
After that pleasant meal, the mermaid and the prince parted ways, but the trouble was, they kept finding each other again and again. The other trouble was that it was actually no trouble at all. Apparently, that was what love was: just finding each other over and over and never being sick of it, and getting sand in inopportune crevices because this was the only place you knew you could find her, and getting a nasty sunburn because you wanted to squeeze out every bit of time you had with him. By Iseul’s seventeenth summer, his grandparents were still spending every early afternoon on the porch together, and through the kitchen window he’d see his grandfather insist on her wearing the big, floppy sunhat that his mother brought back from her trip to Arequipa, and his grandmother clicking her tongue, going, Ah, stop it, I know what I’m doing.
Where was he? The mermaid and the prince were eventually spending so much time together that the sensible thing was to simply build a house and live there. In the morning they could wake and travel down to the surf together, and when the sun had risen, they could also return home together. It was romantic and efficient, two traits they continued to value even when eventually sailed away to a whole other land, this time where the sea couldn’t be seen at all, and started watching their sunsets over the silhouette of a landlocked valley instead.
How did the story end?
Once upon a time, there was a mermaid and a prince who lived in a house by the sea, except the mermaid was just a no-good, runaway punk and the prince actually sanded wood for a living. They lived by the sea until the sea was too small and saw the world until the world was too big, and they settled like twin snowflakes on the earth of a rural farmland, where it was no one else’s business but theirs what they did for the rest of their time as crystallized matter. They lived happily ever after.
The once-upon-a-time house isn’t here anymore, though. Apparently, it was torn down a while ago. This house, the one he’s in, may be standing where it used to be. Or maybe nowhere close. Rain can’t afford to consider that now; he drives his sledgehammer into the wall and shouts “Shit!” when it spits plaster back into his face. Thankfully, his makeshift mask keeps any of it from getting into his eyes or, worse, his mouth, and he adjusts his grip on the sledgehammer before driving it into the wall again.
It’s taken enough hits now: this one, bore down with a cathartic yell, crumples and finally opens up his kitchen to his would-be sunroom. It’s lucky he isn’t really descended from mermaids, so he’s not allergic to the bits of dust and wallpaper peppered in his hair. Yeah, once upon a time, there was a boy with dust in his hair. It wasn’t magical dust or anything, just normal, gross dust, and when he shook it out he looked like the strays that used to come loping by the farmhouse.
See, he’s even worse at imagery than storytelling, but see, rebuilding a house isn’t as romantic or as efficient as any story could make it out to be. He doesn’t even know what this house is going to look like in the end. Foreplanning isn’t his forte, and neither is design.
But he knows what it should feel like: like the beach and the world and the valley in one.
How’s that for efficient?
But first, he has to get this new wall up, and now there’s no one else to help it all go by easier with a story, so he has to make do. Who knows? Maybe enough practice will make him good enough at this storytelling business too, and he’ll come up with something he would have been proud to tell to a mermaid or a prince.
byul: that's okay! i've done something like that many times
byul: yeah, criss cross applesauce!
byul: aw, hun, i'm sorry .. did you do any stretching before you starting tumbling? if not, you should always do that first! i don't want you to hurt yourself :((
byul: maybe i can help you out whenever i see you and we don't have lots to do with gardening or playing games 😊
rain: i'll put on some music and stretch a bit then 😤
rain: wait, you really mean that? YES!! maybe when it's warm enough outside we can practice on the grass so no one gets hurt on the floor or concrete
rain: OH AND I THINK I HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE GARDEN WHEN WE NEXT WORK ON IT!! how do you feel about adding....LIGHTS
WHEN RAIN MENTIONED he wanted to learn how to make pottery , mini couldn’t help but feel excited about the idea . she always appreciated any opportunity to partake into one of her interests , especially such a high tier one . besides , she’d be teaching a dear friend something new , something he wanted to learn & trusted her with teaching it ! what an honor , really , not to mention what an expression of admiration ! it might have boosted her ego a bit , just a little bit .
but when he mentions how his little project seems to be a failure , how maybe he’s not cut out for fine arts , mini remembers that she does indeed need to teach him the ways of clay & pottery . turning a little bit in her stool , she giggles lightly at the comparison rain makes between his creation and an earthworm while observing the piece . ❝ hmm … it’s not bad , it just needs a little less water ! maybe some more clay too , ❞ mini nodded , reaching for a small sponge placed in her corner of the table . ❝ here , ❞ she passed him the sponge , ❝ if you use this to have better control over how much water you’re using , it’s gonna be a lot easier ! ❞ the girl instructed with a bright smile . ❝ the most important thing is to believe in what you’re creating ! ❞
it’s a strange concept, that this mass of wet clay holds the potential to be something pretty. rain accepts the sponge, but he bites his lip at mini’s advice. belief! “i like the way you think,” he tells her grandly, but his tone is tellingly sincere. he’s not sure if simply believing that he’ll make something as pretty as her vases will do the trick -- he knows that his hands aren’t exactly cut out for finesse, much more used to heavy work and literally handling dirt, but... his best. he can believe he’ll create his best, can’t he?
“how long did it take you to be good at this?” he starts dabbing at the clay with one hand, using the back of his other wrist to push his hair away from his forehead. after a while, he pokes it again, and to his relief and budding excitement the consistency does start to feel more manageable. “wait, i think it’s actually working! you’re a genius!” he sponges up faster, glancing over at mini with a grin. “all right, what shape do you want your first custom vase to be? rounded? square? abstract?”
byul: first, i want to apologise because i may have laughed a little at the video :(( it was so cute i couldn't help it .. i'm sorry :((
byul: but i can see why you might want a refund from whoever was trying to teach you
byul: i've found it easier for me, personally, if i cross my feet when doing the tumble because it keeps me in a tighter ball, so it's not as easy for me to mess up
rain: .......... oh. I DIDN'T MEAN TO SEND IT TO YOU !!
rain: cross.....your feet? like criss cross? i don't know if my joints will let me do that brb
Hyejin: ig for starters the head alien and i are pretty tight so as long as i drop ur name, they won't dare to go near u
Hyejin: but that's a very wonderful and insightful question!!! to put it simply
Hyejin: no
Hyejin: for all we know, you could be an alien....or the alien could be ME???
rain: "i would never" when you threatened me just now!
rain: this club doesn't sound so reliable... it just sounds like someone suspicious (you) trying to bait some innocent people (me) into being your next batch of abductees
rain: [video attached: a small living room, with a worn loveseat pushed all the way up against the wall and the edge of a coffee table visible on the side of the screen. suddenly, a flash of orange-- rain comes tumbling in from off-screen in his best attempt at a forward roll, but halfway through, he loses momentum and topples over, landing on his side with a yelp. there's a pause. then he sighs and crawls over to the camera, his (frowning) forehead filling up the screen. the recording cuts off.]
rain: like that???
rain: your technique is NOT working and i want a refund
Hyejin: it's me, hyejin! i'm making a new club! you should join!
Hyejin: if you don't, that's fine and dandy
Hyejin: but it would be sad if i can't offer you protection from the invading aliens from outer space since it's an exclusive luxury for club members only(╯︵╰,)
Hyejin: i'm just saying that it'd be a good thing to think about(☉‿☉✿)
rain: ...................
rain: did you have to make it sound so threatening D:
rain: tell me exactly what kind of protection you can offer first
rain: like, are you only prepared for a space invasion? because we don't know what could be under the sea! or under the earth! or what's already hiding among us!
