ACCEPTED
Congratulations, Axel Park, you have been granted admittance to the Island. Please add our moderator account within three days or your face claim will be reopened.
OOC Name / Alias: Nika Are you 18+? Yes Time Zone: +1 Do you understand that this roleplay is an 18+ environment, and that you may be exposed to explicit material, mature content, or triggering themes? Yes Is this a second character? N/A IC Face claim / Group/occupation: Lee Felix / Stray Kids Chosen Name: Axel Park Son/Daughter of: Hermes House: Doric Writing sample:
Alone. I was always alone. Since I was a little kid I was always alone. It’s not that I didn’t like making friends. But I didn’t particularly care about meeting new people. When I was younger I had a couple of so called ‘best friends’ but as the years went by and we had to say goodbye to each other, I understood that those people meant nothing to me for this whole time. It was merely one of those things that you needed in your life so society will accept you as a normal one. Otherwise you would end up as that one kid everyone would bully and make fun of. And I never enjoyed that idea.
Now me and my mother moved to South Korea where she got a better paid job. I never met my father and I never found out what happened to him. Not that I cared. He wasn’t there and finding out what happened to him wouldn’t change anything.
The house we moved into wasn’t particularly big or expensive but it was good enough for me. We had two bedrooms upstairs with the living room, kitchen and the bathroom downstairs. I particularly enjoyed the little balcony that was attached to my room, which meant that I could sit outside whenever I wanted without my mother bothering me or asking stupid questions.
You should probably know that the relationship I have with my mother is a little bit complicated. Whilst we don’t argue every day and she is a normal, full-time working mother, I never felt any strong feelings of love, affection or respect towards her. Sure, I’m glad she isn’t an alcoholic or a drug addict but I believe that when the day comes and she passes away, I won’t be very upset.
Does that make me a bad person? Probably. But I don’t really care. Not anymore.
