Whenever possible she’ll try to go barefoot, why? Because though she’s not good at earth bending she loves feeling it.
She’s heard rumors that if you master both elements as a cusp you’ll die a lot faster. Hence why she’s hesitant on using earth bending.
Rage really fuels her fire bending, and I”m sure if she wasn’t angry anymore-- she’d probably use the oomph in her fire bending.
She hates the cold, and is scared of dying in the snow. One of the first things she learned was to use her chi/breath to keep warm.
Hoping when her earth bending gets better, she wants to try making a house of some sort. But not confident enough in her skills and feels her house would cave in.
Believes her true love would have to be a fire bender.
She was formally taught fire bending when she was younger, but all that training went through the door when she realized not everyone fought fair.
Thinks earth bending is a great workout, and thinks her butt and thighs are literally perfect from all the squatting she has to do.
Eventually she wants to be a lot better at earth bending but living in Surya there are none to teach her.
{ ` it’s not that she’s forgotten the division of the classes. not that she’s forgotten all the beliefs she was brought up with about surya’s worth and every other nation’s equal worthlessness. it’s not that the festival has a magical little something that makes her soft, it’s just that she can so she does. so she turns her head towards the little lady beside her. unimpressive, but seolhyun’s smile is warm } come with me? i just have the most difficult time choosing. and your tastes seem well.
(`it was kind of weird to find girl's her height, so being able to look straight into this girl's eyes was a bit odd. she just went with it, there was no bells ringing off in her head. seeing the other girl’s face, selina had the urge to kick it in. as usual-- she was going to be the ugly girl having to stand near the pretty girl. this might be not as ideal as she thought. ) ... (` she’s obviously hesitant, but her head nods slowly. black hair falling out of place ) Sure, I’ll help I guess. (` there wasn’t anything else to do-- ) I won’t promise all of my choices will be sound and all that. (` she doesn’t sound completely uneducated for once which is nice. )
"Work.” Right, as if she knew anything else. Selina was always working, her hands were in the dirt. Sweat dripping down her brow, shifting her long hair from side to side every few minutes. Tilling land, wasn’t fabulous or anything but it was a job for a while right? That’s what Hyoyoung always told herself, temporary. That’s all it was, it couldn’t last forever-- it seemed like hours, she was her face flushed from the heat. Her feminine hands calloused from the manual labor, breathing slowly but deeply. She tires easily, more a sprinter than a distance runner. Worked like a slave, her skin being tanned now she looked more olive than anything. The sun couldn’t go down quick enough, that was for sure. Tilling land, watering--- feeding animals that weren’t particularly friendly to her, hence why she only liked cats.
At the end of the day, she was paid for her labor-- luckily it was by the row and not the field. It still wasn’t much, it was day labor after all. Not like it was a steady decent paying job. Hands snatching up the few dollars, her body was sore. She was tired, and knew eventually she’d have to take a nap or something.
She wanders back into the city, debating on what was more important.
The leo festival! --- Duur?
Before she knows it, her eyes catch the sight of something-- extravagant. Something she knows it, her hands are touching the fine material of a dress. She shouldn’t have, the rich deep red color eyes focused---
She shouldn’t.
A soft sigh leaves her lips, the dress wasn’t anything like Royalty but just looking at it... made her feel like a princess. The dusty pants and shirt, covered in random tatters easily paled in comparison to the dress. Selina imagined herself attending the festival, eating good food and feeling free. Maybe she’d meet nice people to talk to, not befriend-- nothing like that. Or a nice boy--
Never mind, she’d rather save herself the embarrassment. “Excuse me-- were you looking at this dress?” Her hands immediately drop to her sides, nervously brushing her hair out of her face. The woman of the shop looks her up and down, “No, not really. I mean, it’s a beautiful dress.. that’s for sure.” She means that, a small smile on her lips. “Child you walked straight into my shop, to look at it. Why don’t you try it on hmm?” Try it on? She can’t even remember the last time she’s worn a dress. Thinking of having to tie up the corset, she’s not the smallest girl around that was for sure.
“...No-- No-- mam I can’t even afford it ya know?” She jokes, rubbing the back of her neck. Before being ushered into the back, seeing the dress peeled off it’s mannequin. Her slender arms slipping through the sleeves of the dress, strings being pulled back to tighten it around her body. Eyes shut tight, feeling her hair being placed over her shoulders. Slowly-- but surely, she opens her eyes and the sight almost scares her.
It’s so unlike her but she feels pretty, a light pink dusted her cheeks. Her dimple was prominent even, covering her mouth before laughing. “I don’t even look-- like myself. Wow-- is this magic?” Disbelief, but she’s happy, “I-”
“I should take it.. off.” Her happy moment doesn’t last forever.
“Why would you do that hmm? It fits you so well.”
Taking out the small earnings, “This is all I have, so, I’ll take it off and fold it for you even.” Hyoyoung offers, it was already kind of the woman to even let her wear it. “Wear it.” The woman says quietly, “This dress has been here and you’re the only girl whose ever been drawn to it. Not to mention you look beautiful.” She gives Hyo’s butt a playful tap, which she jumps back with a laugh.
“I... couldn’t. Really.”
“You are.”
Maybe she could go to the festival, pretty dress and all.
{ ` the august flowers in duur are very pretty. much more assortment in color, much more vibrant with nourishment besides sunlight. she takes to the flowermarket as she’s tasked to order flower arrangements for the next day’s offerings, one guard trailing far behind her, allowing her space to stop at every shop and smell every rose and fire lily that catches her eye. an obvious suryan aristocrat in her red velvet and gold-silk dress, walking among the sea of varied blue, green and yellow; everyone dressed up for the everyday festivities. she arrives at her sixth shop, joyed by the display of beauty and varied scents at every little stall, but disappointed by her failure to find a shop with a florist talented enough for rich tastes. she stands before another stall, touching the bunch of carnations displayed out front and blindly asking to the only other person besides the store owner within the vicinity; speaking before even seeing who she’s talking to } which shop d’you think displays the best flowers?
(` hyoyoung, loved this time of year-- she doesn’t get to express it much. seeing how she doesn’t have many people to talk to. she’s never been outside of Surya. so everything feels new, and she peers into shops as if she belongs. like a rat sneaking into the cellar, out of place yet-- it doesn’t stop the rat. the young girl’s eyes looking at the abundance of flowers, all sorts of colors. she’d take them all and weave them into a crown, fit for her. pretend to be a princess-- or a bride. things she can’t admit she’s thought of. ) -- (` her focus was broken when she heard someone talk to her-- looking up, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. has-- she seen her before? maybe. ) Flowers? Um.. I think the two before this one had the prettiest.. but all flowers are pretty. I like ones that are pink, I couldn’t name any of them though. (` the way she speaks is rough, but her smile is gentle. )
Fixing her long hair over her shoulders, patting the bag the bounced against her hip. Happy with her score, she ran out of money sometime ago. So naturally she had to revert to her old ways. She promised herself to behave like a normal human being, and not steal but-- a girl had to eat. Right?! Right. Besides who would even miss a few apples anyway? This place was prosperous enough, they’ll be fine. The skittering of people’s feet as the festival continued on, the sun shining brightly it felt nice. To just-- not have to be in survival mode, her guard wasn’t completely down. But she surely wasn’t going to be picking fights. Her pastime, a hobby she kind of sucked at but she had moxie.
Pulling out one of the apples, admiring it for a moment excited. The only thing that wouldn’t let her down was food. It didn’t call her names, or kick while she was down. Her eyes looking up glancing about the open square, her brownish hues stuck on a familiar figure. It was rude to just stare, her feet unknowingly continuing to move she passes by him but then looks back. Backtracking a few steps back to him. Blinking a few times, it felt like a setting in a book. The main character sees-- someone they’re sure they know but they can’t put their finger on it. She knows-- she seen him before-- and it struck her. That’s him-- he escaped-- well, that’s what the story is. His name on the tip of her tongue, “Uh..” She speaks up, regretting it immediately. “Do I--” Pausing, “Hi, um nice weather, want an apple?” Offering up the fruit, do guys like apples? She’s heard so much, even taking note of the scar that screamed with familiarity.
Her eyes for once are bright, the girl’s heart is racing even-- she’s almost embarrassed to admit it. She wishes Chanmi was here to see this, but life gives you a shitty deal of cards, you play with what you got. Smelling the food from the stands, holding onto a few coins her nose guiding her. Excited steps as she weaved through the crowd, stopping as soon as she spotted.. skewers... of meat. Salivating practically hurriedly giving her money to the merchant, who happily gave her the food. Teeth sinking into the first piece a happy hum leaving her lips. Walking slowly, being sure to savor each bite as she took a step. This festival-- the work she put forth was all worth it. She would like to think it’s all worth it anyway.
But life balances itself out, good comes with bad, luck-- unlucky. Selina forgets that most of the time she’s unlucky, fumbling over air her food falling to the floor. She makes a few attempts to catch it before it’s the ground but in the end it falls. She doesn’t say anything at first, biting her lip just staring at it before laying her hand over her eyes. Trying to stay calm, “..Fantastic.. really. Just.. great.” She says out loud, her fists emitting wisps of smoke. Angry? Yes. But that wasn’t something new for her, she was always angry.
riah hadn’t been found out yet, so she was pretty sure she’d be safe for the rest of her brief…. excursion in surya. she’s in disguise, makeup done differently and a wig on her head, but something about her still reeks power and aristocracy. so when a girl, in a mask herself, doesn’t move out of the way when she walks past, riah feels a frown growing on her face.
“who are you to tell me what to do?” she replies, glaring at the other girl under thick eyeliner, one eyebrow quirked. she has to consciously remind herself to leave the ‘peasant’ out of her sentence, lest she is discovered. the girl looks young, under her mask, and she sounds like walking immaturity to riah.
she could practically see the eagerness to fight coming off the girl in waves. although riah wanted to beat some sense into the her, she had better things to do. “sorry, not worth my time,” she says with a patronizing smile. she turns and begins walking away, head held high. the people in this place, really. fighting was common in elv, but usually it had a purpose, like proving yourself, but it seemed that here in surya everyone was itching to do so for almost no reason whatsoever.
It was that.. look the older girl gave her, that same look of being almost disgusted. But in the end it was uninterested. She didn’t know which she preferred being stared with contempt or boredom. The way she spoke too, as if she was the most bland thing-- cause most people had better things to do. Selina didn’t want to seem too caught up in though, gritting her teeth a bit. Eyes narrowed in annoyance, “Doesn’t matter who I am, my advice is pretty solid. Take it, you know girls have to stick together.” Her tone was sarcastic, she was young-- even sensitive at times but this girl wasn’t going to see that. She couldn’t crack and cry now, not ever. The way she brushed her off so easily, did impress her-- expecting a much more-- aggressive retaliation. Maybe it’s from all the fighting she’s done in her life, she expects people to be their nastiest and most dangerous self. While it excited her to fight, it was a way to connect to people. You saw what people were truly capable of, what they were willing to do to win. Survive, to overpower someone even.
When was she ever worth anyone’s time? It was really-- the tone of voice the girl had that made Sel’s blood boil. The smile on her lips that taunted her, angered her even more--- but it made Selina feel at home. This is what she expected from others, nothing less really. It was always: Uninterested. Disgusted. Fear. A rarity to find someone be kind to her, it felt foreign. If the girl replied kindly, that’d probably fire her up even more. “...Not worth your time.” Nodding in agreement, taking a step back from the girl. “How about I show you-- I’m definitely worth it. Cause I’m itching to wipe that smile off your face.” Her voice was mixed with annoyance-- anger, and a hint of determination. “Is that worth your time hm?” Waiting for what she expects to be a venomous statement. More like-- she wanted it to be.
Not waiting for answer, she throws a punch a flare of fire whizzing past the girl's head. The fire isn't close enough to scar not even dangerous, but hot enough to feel the flame-- almost singeing your skin. Close but not quite.
Selina. Names herself after she’s abandoned, saying it’s a new start. Also it’s a play on the name Selene like the Moon goddess.
She’s a drifter, somedays you’ll see her and somedays it’s like she was never there. Selina has never stayed in a place for more than 2 weeks.
Friends scare her, don’t say the f word!!
She wears for the most part male attire, she’d like to wear dresses but they’re expensive plus she does a lot of hard labor.
Her special talents are that she’s naturally flexible! A borderline contortionist, and she enjoys the art of fire dancing but she’s really amateur at it.
Hyoyoung wants to meet her twin sister, and take care of her. Because hyo wants a a family again.
Wishes she was an airbender why? Because air is so light and free, also she thinks-- she could probably learn to fly. Forgive her.
Her biggest fear is that she will always be rejected, and hated. Hence why she’s so aggressive at times, she just assumes you hate her.
i’m not good at plot calls ; w ; let’s all have fun! info under the cut!
Okay seeing how Selina has never left Surya in her life, she desperately wants to go to Duur and see the festival. She doesn’t care about political stuff cause she’s street trash and just wants to live. So someone please let her hitch a ride, also she’s going to want to wear a pretty dress so she will be stealing one probably.
Also she wants to see the fire dancers, cause she wanted to be one herself. She’s dirt poor so expect pick pocketing. Though she’ll be grateful for the ride there! I just have a lot of ideas. SO HIT ME UP OKAY!
lee.hoon is my aim! just say hi! i’m sorry if i’m awkward i don’t mean it, i just get shy and embarrassed.
hey so i have open plots :c they’re all kinda sucky. i set up my pages, cries yay!! i’m going to finish up messaging people and stuff!!! ^^
also if you haven’t heard back from me on aim, my message probably didn’t go through it’s kinda buggy like that i’m sorry!!! really!! cause i wouldn’t ignore you or anything tbh ; ;
She’d compare herself to a house cat, with the way she napped almost anywhere. Besides the cuspian needed the rest anyway, she grew tired from whatever labor she had to do earlier. Or whatever fight she was in, she found herself drained at times. Being weak in such a rough place wasn’t the smartest, so before she’d head... home-- yeah you could call it home. The young girl made sure to take a little cat nap, her back relaxed against the tree trunk. Legs hanging off the sides of the branch, she didn’t snore thankfully. The warm sun was kissing her skin gently, it was so relaxing actually. A small moment of bliss is appreciated in her tough life. The world carrying on, as she fell into slumber. It’s been maybe ten minutes, and her body is treasuring every second of it. She doesn’t sleep most nights, these naps do it for her most of the time. If she fell asleep her things could end up missing.
Pissing Hyoyoung off wasn’t really high on anyone’s priority list, though she’s considered low on the food chain. She feels her body leaning over, about to fall off. Her body jolting her awake, "Shit..” she curses as she feels herself losing her balance from the abruptness of her the wake up. Naturally falling off, a yelp escaping her lips as she landed with a thud--- her fall was cushioned. Fleshy... breathing, human--- awkwardly atop of someone she doesn’t know. Her body froze and her eyes searched for the face of the stranger. She doesn’t say a word, at first-- clamping a hand over her mouth then letting out a squeal. Cause this’d be less awkward if it... were a girl, but she’s pretty sure--- this is a guy. “Uh--” Moving her hand, she sits up- still on top of him, “Hey are you dead?! Oh my god, I’m uh--” Her voice was loud. What was this guy doing under a tree anyway? Shouldn’t he be like reading a book or something? Yes because this was his fault, “Let me help you.. I’m sorry.” She rushes her words, cause apologies were so awkward, as she crawls off of him.
“What were you doing under here anyway?” Offering her hand, her face was flushed but she didn’t want to acknowledge it.
She rarely ever practices her bending, but when she does it’s more a set up of. Does proper stances, and motions for about five minutes then feels she needs a field test. Aggressive, full of youth-- she feels she’s unstoppable, when you’re on your own as much as she is. Surviving is like some sort of ego boost, to be able to say you’ve been living this long is an honor. Something Hyoyoung wears on her sleeve, she’s alive, she’s breathing-- they haven’t defeated her. It could be anyone, the young girl held no discrimination against fighting. Maybe against a kid, but even then she was a child herself so sucks for just anyone. Looking at her wrong, breathing near her, cutting her in line-- urged her to want to fight, it was odd. Fighting has kept her alive this long-- she’s just learned to love it, she guessed.
A small breath leaves her lips, she’s looking around, a handmade cloth mask over the lower half of her face. As she’s walking she feels herself bump against her. Was it her fault? Probably, she wasn’t paying attention but this is the perfect excuse. “Watch where you’re going,” She says, lowering the mask from her face looking at the girl. Older perhaps, she couldn’t tell really, maybe-- she was a bender. Maybe a good one no less, “You could bump into someone with a bad temper.” Her tone was hinting at that person was her, if it wasn’t obvious. People waling pass them, and she had to contain herself from just spouting off fire. Her heart was racing even, “Like myself.” She finished her sentence, with a look. She’s never seen this person ever in her life, but what better way to meet someone. Than to passively aggressively suggest the prospect that you want them to give you a reason to start fighting.
Heh ~ I think I know most of you! ( I think.. ) Hi I’m Hamin... um-- I’ll answer your messages ; w ; thank you for sending them really! I’d love to plot with you all.. and Hyoyoung is your average trash of society and she’s just angry. She’s sort of cute though! This isn’t the best intro :( But I have work in a little bit, so I’ll see you guys until later!
