motherless babies have it worst ; this is what you know in the marrow of your bones as truth. empirical. irrefutable. it’s knowing this that dragged you down into the cold, dark water so many times — until everything you were and everything you knew was reduced to a faraway knock on the ocean floor. the sound of a collapsing star that no one cared enough to hear. at one point, existing in that suspended place was the answer. that was until you found your pulse again, before you touched the strings of a bruised les paul and heard it answer in soft tones you had longed for. it was nurturing, music. it was a language you knew better than the one you spoke, so you lost yourself in it, and it embraced you with loving arms.
// but is it enough ? how long will it last ? how long until the lonely scrape of the past finds you again ?
✝ STATS ✝
full name: noh so-wol ❝ sol ❞
age: twenty-eight.
d.o.b: december 28.
zodiac: capricorn sun, cancer moon, virgo rising.
occupation: sound engineer/set musician at songbird stage.
hometown: albuquerque, new mexico, usa.
current residence: cardinal hill, wa.
time in cardinal hill: 4 years.
species: human.
sexuality: bisexual + biromantic.
faceclaim: go min-si.
in focus: sol is a lot like an errant breeze — she’s easy-going, but uncatchable. her energy is warm like campfire; it can only be enjoyed at a safe distance. by the way she carries herself, almost in slow-motion, most would think there’s no spark of passion within her. but when she plays music, that’s when she comes alive, when her energy becomes magnetic and palpable. she’s happy to appear one-dimensional, however. it keeps her safe, keeps her out of trouble.
while most would assume there’s nothing complex whirring beneath that surface layer, they would be deadly wrong. sol sees everything, she feels everything — to a point that it’s painful. keeping her distance helps her manage her intake, but there’s a part of her that longs to be seen — someone that can look through the gentle fog that swathes her and see to the truth of her. this never being truly known, seen, heard, it’s been partially answered with her music. when she holds her guitar and others eyes fall upon her, she feels visible without feeling vulnerable. whether she will ever truly open up remains to be seen.
✝ HEADCANONS ✝
her apartment is full of audio equipment and instruments, to a point where it hardly looks like a home and more like a studio. the only thing that gives it away that someone lives there is the velvet green armchair by the window where she reads, listens to vinyl, and drinks her tea. mind your step if you’re invited in; there’s 3984893 wires to trip over.
in her off-time, if she’s not dug in at her apartment writing a new riff, she’s at the ceramic cup having coffee or tea with her headphones on, waiting for inspiration to strike.
perpetually in search of a band, she often gigs as a set musician, accompanying bands that come through town and need an extra guitarist. every once in a while, she’ll play an open mic — but folks don’t tend to dig instrumentals.
if you ask her if she wants a beer, she’ll always decline.
she often volunteers as a dog walker, helps with food drives at the church and community center, and she is quick to help anyone that’s struggling.
it’s not uncommon to see her walking through the city at strange hours of the morning or just hanging at a 24-hour diner, reading. a habit to keep her churning mind from veering off the deep end, to expend energy brimming to the edge inside of her.
her taste in music is endless, but she loves progressive rock more than anything. it’s rule-bending, expressive, experimental, and it keeps her attention.
✝ WANTED CONNECTIONS ✝
effect pedals ! an individual that sol plays music with, either just because they simply enjoy one another's talent or because they have plans to start a band.
unresolved melody ! an ex that sol was deeply in love with but ended up pulling away from in the end, too wary of getting her heart broken to fully commit. it's likely she still harbors feelings for this person as it's not easy for her get close to anyone. potential for reconciliation.
analog bliss ! a friend to listen to vinyl with — they each bring two lps and spend an evening feasting on take-out, sharing their thoughts on the composition.
general connections: employees at the ceramic cup that know her well, tea enthusiasts, acquaintances, potential bandmates, other musicians, hook-ups, new romance, co-workers, audio junkies, etc.
