Toasted_Seraph
01-07-2012, 12:39 AM
Toasted_Seraph
&&. g e n e r a l
“ ∂αѕѕ ∂υ נєтzт υм мι¢н ωєιηѕт,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 1 ”
Name: --- Jeong Eun-Kyung.
→ Aliases: --- Gumiho.
Gender: --- Female.
Age: --- Nineteen (19).
School: Tokyo University (Todai) – Bachelor of Sciences in Engineering.
♦School Clubs: ---
→ String Orchestra – Cello.
Skill Stats:
→Vitality: 10
→Dexterity : 6
→Hearing: 12
→Intelligence: 12
♦Total Skill Points: 40
♦Rank: --- F-Class
Tuning Information: ---
Silencia Canta
She has learned from the sound of a heartbeat and wheels passing by in the night, taken that knowledge and learned from it. Eun-kyung knows that a note can mean a string of binary, so she adapted her skills to make herself understand it all better. The strings on her electric cello are linked to a set of headphones which is then played simultaneously via a laptop and a Lemur, and when she hears the data of an AT she plays her song. This is thus translated into the computer as data, giving her an accurate readout of how the maintenance she is performing is doing. Granted, Eun-kyung isn’t very good at it, not familiar enough with the practice of touching parts and pieces to make a machine sing, but she tries enough for two people. Her method is completely homebrew, with coding and technique based solely on a combination of her musical talents and computer programming skills.
Eun-kyung’s gear kit is pretty basic aside from that, comprised of a few assorted sets of wrenches grabbed at random from AT store shelves and self repair kits augmented with an even motlier assortment of computer repair tools. For some reason she keeps everything in her cello case until it’s needed, tucked neatly away so as not to get in the way of her actual musical endeavors.
&&. l o o k s
“ νση ωєgєη ηєυвєgιηη,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 2 ”
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Eye Colour: --- Brown, that warm color that makes you think of Nutella spread.
Hair Colour: --- Black, that kind of dark you get from the sound of silence shining in the sunshine.
Skin Tone: --- Pale, for she is the one who does her best work in the quiet darkness.
Height/Weight: --- 157 cm / 54.8 kg
Blood-type: --- AB+
Overall Appearance: ---
Possessed of almost the Korean ideal of milky pale skin that almost glows under certain lights, inky black hair that goes to her collar bone in artful ringlets, Eun-kyung is pretty enough to be an underwear model. She keeps her weight down to an attractive level, exercises regularly and eats healthily, and keeps herself maintained with an almost fanatical devotion. Eun-kyung likes to believe that she is the most beautiful creature in all existence. As such, her pale skin is well pampered, black locks well maintained, and even her brown eyes benefit from a deft hand and masterful strokes of glitz. Her hair is her one noticeable indulgence, filled with various accessories from feather clips to rabbit ear headbands, and rather prone to being flipped over her shoulder in an absentminded gesture of frustration. She carries herself like a seductress, moves so her clothes cling like silk and nothing but everything is left to the imagination. Eun-kyung is a temptress, has a voice like rough silk and always sounds two steps away from obscene eroticism. She knows it, you know, the neighbors know it: Yeong Eun-kyung is a walking advertisement for sexual congress. Her wardrobe is comprised of completely custom clothing ranging in influences from Harajuku to Lolita to High Fashion and all the way down to Bohemian, enough to fill her apartment with an eclectic collection of garments and accessories more suited to the back stage of a runway.
&&. P E R S O N A L I T Y
“ ι¢н ∂ι¢н αвнσℓ´η ѕσℓℓ ιм ρσℓιzєιяєνιєя,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 4 ”
Likes:
→ Burn Up the Floor: Gumiho is a fan of sound in general, keeps her comments mostly to herself so as not to get in the way of the rhythm of the cosmos. But the sounds of music, concertos and arias pouring out of winds and strings to fill a hall of still air with vibrating notes that tell a story of life itself, those are what get to her heart faster than anything she’s ever encountered. She wishes that everything came with a song so she could at least have something interesting to listen to aside from the useless words of idiots.
→ Fashion in Your Pants: Pretty clothes and proper maintenance is the key to a man’s heart, and Eun-kyung knows this better than most women her age. It isn’t how well you can cook or how well you can converse, it’s all in how you look and how you move to catch his eye. She loves the game of fans, truly does, and relishes every even handed stroke of mascara or powder that comprises her greatest weapons. In another era she might have been a killer courtesan, the high class lover that all men turned to when their wives turned stale in their hearts. But in this modern age she is a queen amongst the princesses, and the woman called Gumiho relishes being the trendsetter.
→ Love is a Revolver: True love is for saps and romantics. Oddly enough, Eun-kyung is one of those sorts of people. She has a secret affection for happy endings of all kinds, from literary to reality. Eun-kyung is far too fond of setting up people she likes, wants nothing more than to watch their love unfold like a rose blooming in spring. It’s an odd sort of amusement, but there’s something about the way people in love express themselves that Gumiho wants for everyone she cherishes. Then again, she’s determined to find that sort of ending for herself via whatever means necessary. If she has to go through date after date or one night stand after another, that is what she will do. Because one day, one glorious day in her life, Gumiho will find herself a husband to love for all time.
Dislikes:
→Get Me a Sandwich: There is nothing in the world that Gumiho hates more than anyone who assumes that just because she has a certain disposition that she needs to be subservient to their every need. Eun-kyung is fairly certain people who think like that are nothing more than narcissistic cretins. People like this are treated exactly how they try to treat her, as if they were nothing more than so much dirt beneath her pretty high heeled feet.
→Chivalry is Dead: Eun-kyung stands more on polite courtesy than she really should, refusing to even acknowledge those for whom her name is ‘Eun-chan’ or some other familiar type of moniker. ‘Gumiho’ is a word that has been whispered behind her back since she was twelve, and she accepts that some people simply do not know her actual name. However, it would not kill people to hold a door for the person behind them or other such small things. There is nothing wrong with addressing your elders with the respect their years of experience demand. Eun-kyung wants nothing to do with anyone who can’t manage to treat their fellow human like a person, and firmly believes that turnabout is fair play.
→ All For My Honey: She wishes she could be like some people and eat what she wants when she wants it or not wax her body hair off, but there is a price to be paid for beauty. Whether it be burning her scalp with a curling iron or avoiding carbohydrates for a month, Gumiho will do it all. That doesn’t mean she has to like the sacrifices she makes to maintain herself, it just means she’ll do it anyway. But the one thing about being perfect that Eun-kyung hates more than anything else is that she can’t eat most of her favorite foods and keep wearing her pretty clothes. Gumiho would kill someone to be able to do that.
Hobbies:
→Tab B Goes In Slot F: Building ATs is therapeutic, truly. So what if one could successfully compare the process to pages of the Kama Sutra? It’s fun, and that’s all that matters to Eun-kyung.
→Cannibalism Is Frowned Upon: The best part of all these ridiculous dates and nighttime adventures in wheeled technology is that all of the best men ride ATs. It’s a not that much of a stretch of logic, but it would probably take a more pious monk than Eun-kyung has found in Tokyo to not find her attractive. So when she offers a tune up to the nice and it turns into something a bit more… well, that’s Gumiho’s kind of fun.
→ Put This On and Hold Still: Making clothes for herself is an odd sort of hobby, especially since she has far better things to do with her time. But it’s a wicked indulgence of hers, all that silk and lace just screams at her to make herself fabulous with it. Everything she wears, right down to her shoes, has either been made or altered in some way by Eun-kyung. It’s a very good thing she buys her fabrics in bulk, gets deals in the back alleys or uses her feminine wiles to wheedle them out of her boyfriend of the moment, otherwise Eun-kyung wouldn’t have any money to afford food.
Fears: ---
→ Dying Alone.
→ Clowns.
→ Vermin.
→ Deportation.
Goals: ---
→ Get Married to Love of Life.
→ Build an Überregalia.
→ Permanent Japanese Visa.
→ Start Successful Clothing Line.
→ Have an Affair With Superstar Celebrity.
Overall Personality: ---
There is a perfectly good reason that Eun-kyung is called a ‘Gumiho’, why it is that she is compared to a man eating fox with far too much sexual prowess for her own good. It is because that is what she is, from one delicately manicured nail to her heart of hearts. Eun-kyung is a tuner with a habit she can’t kick, an urge to live out her days in the lap of luxury and to be loved while she does it. Tuning is a means to an end for Gumiho, something she can do that will let her find some delicious specimen of a man who not only appreciates her for her body but for her talents. As a rich young lady, Eun-kyung behaves like some classic sort of nobility with obligations and mannerisms akin to centuries before. She’s a talented cellist and knows it, but prefers to use her musical talents for something more productive than just holding a vibrating piece of wood and metal between her legs. Eun-kyung has problems with the concept of normal clothing, and has a not so secret love of high fashion clothing. There are certain fabrics that Eun-kyung considers far too low class, such as plastic based leather or polyester blend, and won’t even contemplate going near people wearing them.
Eun-kyung has a fondness for bad boys and boys with deep wallets, scanty negligee and candlelit dinners. A closet romantic with a nefarious plan, Gumiho is opinionated and cold hearted at times. Warm her up just right, and the Korean girl called the man eating fox will be more than happy to sharpen her claws on your opposition without you knowing about it. It’s been said that people who have wronged Gumiho have ended up found chained naked to awkward places, suffering from hypothermia and violated for the entire world to see. Her moral fiber is a bit off, and in anyone else would be considered ugly, but somehow she knows that because she is pretty the mean things she says and does become perfectly acceptable.
&&. h i s t o r y
“ ιѕт єѕ ∂ιє єιηѕαмкєιт ∂ιє ∂ιя zυ ѕ¢нჃєη мα¢нт,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 8 ”
Birthplace: --- Seoul, South Korea Birthdate: --- November 19, 1992 Birthtime: --- 0930
Parents: ---
♦ Jeong Chung-ae, 45. Mother, nurse.
♦ Jeong Hyun-shik, 53. Father, surgeon.
♦ Jeong Hana, 23. Stepmother, former secretary.
Siblings: ---
♦ Eun-kyung is what is known as an ‘only child’.
Overall History: ---
Yeong Eun-kyung was born in her parent’s hospital, a place that would become a focal point of her early life, under the care of her uncle Dr. Kim. From the start she was treated like a princess, no common mortal outside of her family allowed to touch her. When she cried, Eun-kyung was cradled by her mother. When she skinned her knee, her father left work to put a band-aid on her knee and make a big deal out of the whole affair. Up until Eun-kyung was ten, her life was that of perfection. She lived in a pink room stuffed full of unicorns and lace, a land of tea parties with her dolls and imaginary adventures in her fairy tale books. She had a reputation at her school for being a model student and growing beauty, one blessed with good genetics and a rich family. Eun-kyung’s parents were devoted and attentive, let their daughter have all the latest in fashions and phones, and nothing could go wrong.
At least, that’s what she thought.
Yeong Hyun-shik was sleeping with his secretary, coming home smelling like perfume and lipstick at odd hours of the night, and generally stopped paying as much attention to his daughter. Eun-kyung was devastated, heartbroken and young, and at twelve years old she became a bit of a social recluse to make up for it. She didn’t know what to do, and so little Eun-kyung decided the best plan of action was to stalk her father to find out who the mysterious woman was. After all it wasn’t like her mother was going to be much use in the matter, what with her nonstop crying for two years and calls for a divorce or couples counseling. Eun-kyung would have to do it all herself, coerced her neighbor’s teenage son into taking her around in his beat up car. But all things have a price, and Eun-kyung paid dearly for her desire to know who her father was sleeping around with.
The teenage son was all too fond of his little neighbor, with her pale skin and Lolita beauty, and it was far too easy for him to put the thought in her little head.
Eun-kyung was fourteen when she finally succumbed to the temptation, the idea that she could pay her father back for all the sorrow by duplicating his actions. It was even romantic, in a twisted pedophilic kind of way, that fateful nighttime rendezvous for two. Her first sexual experience was bittersweet, an ache that left her craving more than what she was left with in the end. That day her father came home to see his daughter and his neighbor’s son naked on his bed, caught in the act and doomed together. At fifteen, Eun-kyung had a new mother, a new school and reputation, and a new home on the other side of Seoul. Her father quietly paid his ex-wife a stipend of thanks for birthing his daughter, and went about enforcing a new sort of lifestyle for his progeny. Eun-kyung had never studied harder, never got along with another female as much in her entire life, and had never applied herself so whole heartedly to anything in her entire life.
Her father made her learn the cello, her stepmother how to sway her hips. Her father made her take night classes to prepare for college, her stepmother made her take up a new beauty regime.
By the time Eun-kyung was seventeen, she had a reputation as a Gumiho, a beautiful man eater with high class standards and a wit sharp enough to fillet. She was determined to be better and brighter than even her father demanded. The day she discovered that the birds didn’t sound the same for her as they did everyone else, that she could tell the time without even looking at her watch… that was the day Eun-kyung took up Air Trek. There was a team for her school, one she carefully inserted herself into in order to figure out just why she was special. They didn’t know her name, simply laughed at other teams and called her their Gumiho, and that was the start of her brief delinquent night life. Hana approved, provided her with the means to dismantle both the ATs and their riders with just a touch. But she called it ‘training’, a crash course in the etiquette of pillow talk and a practical field with which she could ensnare some rich entrepenuer or CEO.
They hatched a plan between them, a place for Gumiho to flex her claws and become a legend. With that legend Hana hoped Eun-kyung could catch herself a good husband to take care of her every need, both inside the bedroom and out. She would land herself the head of an AT company in Japan, and satisfy her father’s demands while she was at it. Gumiho was good at what she did, capable enough to earn a prestigious acceptance letter and the visa to match it. At eighteen she went to Tokyo, and she has no plans whatsoever to go back to Seoul empty handed.
&&. e x t r a
“ ∂яü¢к єιηƒα¢н ∂ιє тαѕтє мιт ∂єм кℓєιηєη яσтєη тєℓєƒση ”
Extra: ---
→ Linguist: Eun-kyung is fluent in English, Japanese, and Korean.
→ Awkward Family: Eun-kyung is more likely to get a well-meant phone call checking on her from her stepmother than her father or mother. For some reason, the only one who currently cares about her wellbeing is her father’s former secretary.
→ Flexible Schedule: Eun-kyung is in Japan on an education visa, and her only gainful income comes from her stepmother and selling her handmade clothing on the internet.
→ Russian Roulette: One of Gumiho’s favorite games is Five Finger Fillet, and she is ridiculously good at it. One of the ways she makes bullies lay off her friends is to challenge them to this game and ‘accidentally’ cut their fingers off.
→ Furi Kuri: Eun-kyung’s main method of transportation is a rather nice little scooter. By ‘nice little scooter’ she means a Vespa GTS 300 Super, a speedy and fuel efficient vehicle in fantastic white paint and an unlimited riding range. Seriously, it goes on sidewalks. And down stairs when she really needs it to.
Roleplay Sample: ---
They call Liu many things in the dark realm of fey, the king-stealer whelp, incubus with an insatiable appetite, and the nightmare of the Nightmares. The fae don’t quite know who the man is, with his long legs and sensual body all clad in black leather and his signature coat, but they can guess he is not who he says he is. They fear him for his silver tongue and the cold iron lying on his neck, hate him for how he lies in wait to defend the king that by rights they should protect themselves. What they don’t know will kill them in the end, each life signed over with a kiss and a nip, pledged with a moan and a stroke of a hand. The Unseelie know him as ‘Liu’, nothing more or less than such a name as would be given to a slave of the court, the bodyguard of their most precious king. And how they loathe him, flee from his very presence as he stalks down the halls and uses the more unconventional methods to prowl from one end of the court to the next. He disappears like mist on the breeze, vanishes to the four corners of the realms and always manages to come back when the king is suitably frantic.
Liu hasn’t lied once since he entered the court the first time. What he has done is seduce the king, charm a child until pleasure overrode sense, stolen a name and twisted the boy behind it to become nothing more than an oblivious tool. He’ll shape the Unseelie King into the perfect ruler and lover, and when Liu is old and grey he will slip off quietly to pass his vestments on to the next Grand Maestro. The magus will take that name and the memories of the owner to his grave and beyond.
But he isn’t dead yet, and Liu has an itch to scratch, a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that his troublesome project might be taking a direction he doesn’t appreciate. If the boy has undone all of Liu’s careful layering of commands and brainwashing… well, Walter has already learned how to hide a few bruises from his angry assassin turned bodyguard. Slinking quietly from his closet home is no hard task for Liu, made all the simpler from months of tedious sneaking and even more aggravating hiding like a thief in the night. It’s easy to watch the boy in his own bed, black clothing turning the naturally stealthy man into nothing more than just another shadow in the night. Liu can understand why the boy chooses to be so entranced by the quiet darkness, hides his shame away like a courtesan of the night. Sometimes Liu is almost tempted to whisper his name in that fragile ear just to see the shock blossom like a rare flower across his face, wants to treasure that moment before he wipes away that memory with the power of Walter’s own name.
The swirling of feathers around such a delicate frame is a bit much for someone like Liu to resist. It’s difficult enough as it is to keep from snapping a collar around Walter’s neck and hiding the fae king away in the sanctity of Liu’s real home, only a quiet reminder from his dead Master keeping him sane. An affair is only truly an affair if no one you know knows about it, and Liu is quite content to keep it that way.
He takes his steps a bit heavier, lets the boy know he is there and feels a little thrill trickle up his spine at the fear on his face. It amuses Liu how Walter can’t find him, swirls his coat so it doesn’t get in the way of his stalker tendencies. And Liu watches, quiet as a specter, as the little king laughs to himself, so obviously forces himself to remain calm. A smirk curls his lips, a feral sort of expression that bodes all sorts of ill will towards the delectable little treat before him. If His Majesty wants to be afraid, Liu will be more than happy to provide an ample reason for such a reaction. And when the boy giggle again Liu makes his move, slips out of the darkness to slide a single gloved finger down Walter’s cheek to rest on his lips. “Oya oya… what’s this? Was my lord waiting long?” It’s with overly skilled fingers that Liu strokes at that pretty little face, leather clad digits so very sinful in the most platonic of gestures. “Hmm… I’ll just have to make it up to my lord then.”
Straddling his little king is always more fun than most people give him credit for, a tenderly slow shift of Liu’s body until his larger frame casts Walter in so much darkness that Liu has to give a sharp smile. He sits up, locks away all movement with his own location and a simple bit of pressure. The look he gives Walter is probably the stuff of the boy’s nightmares, probably sends a sick sort of sensation spiraling through the depths of his being. But Liu doesn’t care, passes tenderly delicate fingers over the obligingly naked chest while he turns his gaze to examining the nearly perfect skin with a tactician’s eye. And Liu could care less of the boy’s reactions, doesn’t care that he probably would like nothing more than to shove Liu off and head for the hills. “It seems as if your body missed this at least… Oya oya… I wonder if you taste the same in darkness.” Liu takes his time though, prefers the building anticipation to a quick end and a dirty finish. Fingers knead with fine tuned precision, tui na trained hands attempting to lull the poor little king into a calmer state of mind.
It really wouldn’t do for him to scream before Liu wanted him to after all.
Coding courtesy of s u n n y (http://www.soralounge.com/member.php?u=16319)
&&. g e n e r a l
“ ∂αѕѕ ∂υ נєтzт υм мι¢н ωєιηѕт,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 1 ”
Name: --- Jeong Eun-Kyung.
→ Aliases: --- Gumiho.
Gender: --- Female.
Age: --- Nineteen (19).
School: Tokyo University (Todai) – Bachelor of Sciences in Engineering.
♦School Clubs: ---
→ String Orchestra – Cello.
Skill Stats:
→Vitality: 10
→Dexterity : 6
→Hearing: 12
→Intelligence: 12
♦Total Skill Points: 40
♦Rank: --- F-Class
Tuning Information: ---
Silencia Canta
She has learned from the sound of a heartbeat and wheels passing by in the night, taken that knowledge and learned from it. Eun-kyung knows that a note can mean a string of binary, so she adapted her skills to make herself understand it all better. The strings on her electric cello are linked to a set of headphones which is then played simultaneously via a laptop and a Lemur, and when she hears the data of an AT she plays her song. This is thus translated into the computer as data, giving her an accurate readout of how the maintenance she is performing is doing. Granted, Eun-kyung isn’t very good at it, not familiar enough with the practice of touching parts and pieces to make a machine sing, but she tries enough for two people. Her method is completely homebrew, with coding and technique based solely on a combination of her musical talents and computer programming skills.
Eun-kyung’s gear kit is pretty basic aside from that, comprised of a few assorted sets of wrenches grabbed at random from AT store shelves and self repair kits augmented with an even motlier assortment of computer repair tools. For some reason she keeps everything in her cello case until it’s needed, tucked neatly away so as not to get in the way of her actual musical endeavors.
&&. l o o k s
“ νση ωєgєη ηєυвєgιηη,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 2 ”
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Eye Colour: --- Brown, that warm color that makes you think of Nutella spread.
Hair Colour: --- Black, that kind of dark you get from the sound of silence shining in the sunshine.
Skin Tone: --- Pale, for she is the one who does her best work in the quiet darkness.
Height/Weight: --- 157 cm / 54.8 kg
Blood-type: --- AB+
Overall Appearance: ---
Possessed of almost the Korean ideal of milky pale skin that almost glows under certain lights, inky black hair that goes to her collar bone in artful ringlets, Eun-kyung is pretty enough to be an underwear model. She keeps her weight down to an attractive level, exercises regularly and eats healthily, and keeps herself maintained with an almost fanatical devotion. Eun-kyung likes to believe that she is the most beautiful creature in all existence. As such, her pale skin is well pampered, black locks well maintained, and even her brown eyes benefit from a deft hand and masterful strokes of glitz. Her hair is her one noticeable indulgence, filled with various accessories from feather clips to rabbit ear headbands, and rather prone to being flipped over her shoulder in an absentminded gesture of frustration. She carries herself like a seductress, moves so her clothes cling like silk and nothing but everything is left to the imagination. Eun-kyung is a temptress, has a voice like rough silk and always sounds two steps away from obscene eroticism. She knows it, you know, the neighbors know it: Yeong Eun-kyung is a walking advertisement for sexual congress. Her wardrobe is comprised of completely custom clothing ranging in influences from Harajuku to Lolita to High Fashion and all the way down to Bohemian, enough to fill her apartment with an eclectic collection of garments and accessories more suited to the back stage of a runway.
&&. P E R S O N A L I T Y
“ ι¢н ∂ι¢н αвнσℓ´η ѕσℓℓ ιм ρσℓιzєιяєνιєя,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 4 ”
Likes:
→ Burn Up the Floor: Gumiho is a fan of sound in general, keeps her comments mostly to herself so as not to get in the way of the rhythm of the cosmos. But the sounds of music, concertos and arias pouring out of winds and strings to fill a hall of still air with vibrating notes that tell a story of life itself, those are what get to her heart faster than anything she’s ever encountered. She wishes that everything came with a song so she could at least have something interesting to listen to aside from the useless words of idiots.
→ Fashion in Your Pants: Pretty clothes and proper maintenance is the key to a man’s heart, and Eun-kyung knows this better than most women her age. It isn’t how well you can cook or how well you can converse, it’s all in how you look and how you move to catch his eye. She loves the game of fans, truly does, and relishes every even handed stroke of mascara or powder that comprises her greatest weapons. In another era she might have been a killer courtesan, the high class lover that all men turned to when their wives turned stale in their hearts. But in this modern age she is a queen amongst the princesses, and the woman called Gumiho relishes being the trendsetter.
→ Love is a Revolver: True love is for saps and romantics. Oddly enough, Eun-kyung is one of those sorts of people. She has a secret affection for happy endings of all kinds, from literary to reality. Eun-kyung is far too fond of setting up people she likes, wants nothing more than to watch their love unfold like a rose blooming in spring. It’s an odd sort of amusement, but there’s something about the way people in love express themselves that Gumiho wants for everyone she cherishes. Then again, she’s determined to find that sort of ending for herself via whatever means necessary. If she has to go through date after date or one night stand after another, that is what she will do. Because one day, one glorious day in her life, Gumiho will find herself a husband to love for all time.
Dislikes:
→Get Me a Sandwich: There is nothing in the world that Gumiho hates more than anyone who assumes that just because she has a certain disposition that she needs to be subservient to their every need. Eun-kyung is fairly certain people who think like that are nothing more than narcissistic cretins. People like this are treated exactly how they try to treat her, as if they were nothing more than so much dirt beneath her pretty high heeled feet.
→Chivalry is Dead: Eun-kyung stands more on polite courtesy than she really should, refusing to even acknowledge those for whom her name is ‘Eun-chan’ or some other familiar type of moniker. ‘Gumiho’ is a word that has been whispered behind her back since she was twelve, and she accepts that some people simply do not know her actual name. However, it would not kill people to hold a door for the person behind them or other such small things. There is nothing wrong with addressing your elders with the respect their years of experience demand. Eun-kyung wants nothing to do with anyone who can’t manage to treat their fellow human like a person, and firmly believes that turnabout is fair play.
→ All For My Honey: She wishes she could be like some people and eat what she wants when she wants it or not wax her body hair off, but there is a price to be paid for beauty. Whether it be burning her scalp with a curling iron or avoiding carbohydrates for a month, Gumiho will do it all. That doesn’t mean she has to like the sacrifices she makes to maintain herself, it just means she’ll do it anyway. But the one thing about being perfect that Eun-kyung hates more than anything else is that she can’t eat most of her favorite foods and keep wearing her pretty clothes. Gumiho would kill someone to be able to do that.
Hobbies:
→Tab B Goes In Slot F: Building ATs is therapeutic, truly. So what if one could successfully compare the process to pages of the Kama Sutra? It’s fun, and that’s all that matters to Eun-kyung.
→Cannibalism Is Frowned Upon: The best part of all these ridiculous dates and nighttime adventures in wheeled technology is that all of the best men ride ATs. It’s a not that much of a stretch of logic, but it would probably take a more pious monk than Eun-kyung has found in Tokyo to not find her attractive. So when she offers a tune up to the nice and it turns into something a bit more… well, that’s Gumiho’s kind of fun.
→ Put This On and Hold Still: Making clothes for herself is an odd sort of hobby, especially since she has far better things to do with her time. But it’s a wicked indulgence of hers, all that silk and lace just screams at her to make herself fabulous with it. Everything she wears, right down to her shoes, has either been made or altered in some way by Eun-kyung. It’s a very good thing she buys her fabrics in bulk, gets deals in the back alleys or uses her feminine wiles to wheedle them out of her boyfriend of the moment, otherwise Eun-kyung wouldn’t have any money to afford food.
Fears: ---
→ Dying Alone.
→ Clowns.
→ Vermin.
→ Deportation.
Goals: ---
→ Get Married to Love of Life.
→ Build an Überregalia.
→ Permanent Japanese Visa.
→ Start Successful Clothing Line.
→ Have an Affair With Superstar Celebrity.
Overall Personality: ---
There is a perfectly good reason that Eun-kyung is called a ‘Gumiho’, why it is that she is compared to a man eating fox with far too much sexual prowess for her own good. It is because that is what she is, from one delicately manicured nail to her heart of hearts. Eun-kyung is a tuner with a habit she can’t kick, an urge to live out her days in the lap of luxury and to be loved while she does it. Tuning is a means to an end for Gumiho, something she can do that will let her find some delicious specimen of a man who not only appreciates her for her body but for her talents. As a rich young lady, Eun-kyung behaves like some classic sort of nobility with obligations and mannerisms akin to centuries before. She’s a talented cellist and knows it, but prefers to use her musical talents for something more productive than just holding a vibrating piece of wood and metal between her legs. Eun-kyung has problems with the concept of normal clothing, and has a not so secret love of high fashion clothing. There are certain fabrics that Eun-kyung considers far too low class, such as plastic based leather or polyester blend, and won’t even contemplate going near people wearing them.
Eun-kyung has a fondness for bad boys and boys with deep wallets, scanty negligee and candlelit dinners. A closet romantic with a nefarious plan, Gumiho is opinionated and cold hearted at times. Warm her up just right, and the Korean girl called the man eating fox will be more than happy to sharpen her claws on your opposition without you knowing about it. It’s been said that people who have wronged Gumiho have ended up found chained naked to awkward places, suffering from hypothermia and violated for the entire world to see. Her moral fiber is a bit off, and in anyone else would be considered ugly, but somehow she knows that because she is pretty the mean things she says and does become perfectly acceptable.
&&. h i s t o r y
“ ιѕт єѕ ∂ιє єιηѕαмкєιт ∂ιє ∂ιя zυ ѕ¢нჃєη мα¢нт,
∂яü¢к ∂ιє 8 ”
Birthplace: --- Seoul, South Korea Birthdate: --- November 19, 1992 Birthtime: --- 0930
Parents: ---
♦ Jeong Chung-ae, 45. Mother, nurse.
♦ Jeong Hyun-shik, 53. Father, surgeon.
♦ Jeong Hana, 23. Stepmother, former secretary.
Siblings: ---
♦ Eun-kyung is what is known as an ‘only child’.
Overall History: ---
Yeong Eun-kyung was born in her parent’s hospital, a place that would become a focal point of her early life, under the care of her uncle Dr. Kim. From the start she was treated like a princess, no common mortal outside of her family allowed to touch her. When she cried, Eun-kyung was cradled by her mother. When she skinned her knee, her father left work to put a band-aid on her knee and make a big deal out of the whole affair. Up until Eun-kyung was ten, her life was that of perfection. She lived in a pink room stuffed full of unicorns and lace, a land of tea parties with her dolls and imaginary adventures in her fairy tale books. She had a reputation at her school for being a model student and growing beauty, one blessed with good genetics and a rich family. Eun-kyung’s parents were devoted and attentive, let their daughter have all the latest in fashions and phones, and nothing could go wrong.
At least, that’s what she thought.
Yeong Hyun-shik was sleeping with his secretary, coming home smelling like perfume and lipstick at odd hours of the night, and generally stopped paying as much attention to his daughter. Eun-kyung was devastated, heartbroken and young, and at twelve years old she became a bit of a social recluse to make up for it. She didn’t know what to do, and so little Eun-kyung decided the best plan of action was to stalk her father to find out who the mysterious woman was. After all it wasn’t like her mother was going to be much use in the matter, what with her nonstop crying for two years and calls for a divorce or couples counseling. Eun-kyung would have to do it all herself, coerced her neighbor’s teenage son into taking her around in his beat up car. But all things have a price, and Eun-kyung paid dearly for her desire to know who her father was sleeping around with.
The teenage son was all too fond of his little neighbor, with her pale skin and Lolita beauty, and it was far too easy for him to put the thought in her little head.
Eun-kyung was fourteen when she finally succumbed to the temptation, the idea that she could pay her father back for all the sorrow by duplicating his actions. It was even romantic, in a twisted pedophilic kind of way, that fateful nighttime rendezvous for two. Her first sexual experience was bittersweet, an ache that left her craving more than what she was left with in the end. That day her father came home to see his daughter and his neighbor’s son naked on his bed, caught in the act and doomed together. At fifteen, Eun-kyung had a new mother, a new school and reputation, and a new home on the other side of Seoul. Her father quietly paid his ex-wife a stipend of thanks for birthing his daughter, and went about enforcing a new sort of lifestyle for his progeny. Eun-kyung had never studied harder, never got along with another female as much in her entire life, and had never applied herself so whole heartedly to anything in her entire life.
Her father made her learn the cello, her stepmother how to sway her hips. Her father made her take night classes to prepare for college, her stepmother made her take up a new beauty regime.
By the time Eun-kyung was seventeen, she had a reputation as a Gumiho, a beautiful man eater with high class standards and a wit sharp enough to fillet. She was determined to be better and brighter than even her father demanded. The day she discovered that the birds didn’t sound the same for her as they did everyone else, that she could tell the time without even looking at her watch… that was the day Eun-kyung took up Air Trek. There was a team for her school, one she carefully inserted herself into in order to figure out just why she was special. They didn’t know her name, simply laughed at other teams and called her their Gumiho, and that was the start of her brief delinquent night life. Hana approved, provided her with the means to dismantle both the ATs and their riders with just a touch. But she called it ‘training’, a crash course in the etiquette of pillow talk and a practical field with which she could ensnare some rich entrepenuer or CEO.
They hatched a plan between them, a place for Gumiho to flex her claws and become a legend. With that legend Hana hoped Eun-kyung could catch herself a good husband to take care of her every need, both inside the bedroom and out. She would land herself the head of an AT company in Japan, and satisfy her father’s demands while she was at it. Gumiho was good at what she did, capable enough to earn a prestigious acceptance letter and the visa to match it. At eighteen she went to Tokyo, and she has no plans whatsoever to go back to Seoul empty handed.
&&. e x t r a
“ ∂яü¢к єιηƒα¢н ∂ιє тαѕтє мιт ∂єм кℓєιηєη яσтєη тєℓєƒση ”
Extra: ---
→ Linguist: Eun-kyung is fluent in English, Japanese, and Korean.
→ Awkward Family: Eun-kyung is more likely to get a well-meant phone call checking on her from her stepmother than her father or mother. For some reason, the only one who currently cares about her wellbeing is her father’s former secretary.
→ Flexible Schedule: Eun-kyung is in Japan on an education visa, and her only gainful income comes from her stepmother and selling her handmade clothing on the internet.
→ Russian Roulette: One of Gumiho’s favorite games is Five Finger Fillet, and she is ridiculously good at it. One of the ways she makes bullies lay off her friends is to challenge them to this game and ‘accidentally’ cut their fingers off.
→ Furi Kuri: Eun-kyung’s main method of transportation is a rather nice little scooter. By ‘nice little scooter’ she means a Vespa GTS 300 Super, a speedy and fuel efficient vehicle in fantastic white paint and an unlimited riding range. Seriously, it goes on sidewalks. And down stairs when she really needs it to.
Roleplay Sample: ---
They call Liu many things in the dark realm of fey, the king-stealer whelp, incubus with an insatiable appetite, and the nightmare of the Nightmares. The fae don’t quite know who the man is, with his long legs and sensual body all clad in black leather and his signature coat, but they can guess he is not who he says he is. They fear him for his silver tongue and the cold iron lying on his neck, hate him for how he lies in wait to defend the king that by rights they should protect themselves. What they don’t know will kill them in the end, each life signed over with a kiss and a nip, pledged with a moan and a stroke of a hand. The Unseelie know him as ‘Liu’, nothing more or less than such a name as would be given to a slave of the court, the bodyguard of their most precious king. And how they loathe him, flee from his very presence as he stalks down the halls and uses the more unconventional methods to prowl from one end of the court to the next. He disappears like mist on the breeze, vanishes to the four corners of the realms and always manages to come back when the king is suitably frantic.
Liu hasn’t lied once since he entered the court the first time. What he has done is seduce the king, charm a child until pleasure overrode sense, stolen a name and twisted the boy behind it to become nothing more than an oblivious tool. He’ll shape the Unseelie King into the perfect ruler and lover, and when Liu is old and grey he will slip off quietly to pass his vestments on to the next Grand Maestro. The magus will take that name and the memories of the owner to his grave and beyond.
But he isn’t dead yet, and Liu has an itch to scratch, a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that his troublesome project might be taking a direction he doesn’t appreciate. If the boy has undone all of Liu’s careful layering of commands and brainwashing… well, Walter has already learned how to hide a few bruises from his angry assassin turned bodyguard. Slinking quietly from his closet home is no hard task for Liu, made all the simpler from months of tedious sneaking and even more aggravating hiding like a thief in the night. It’s easy to watch the boy in his own bed, black clothing turning the naturally stealthy man into nothing more than just another shadow in the night. Liu can understand why the boy chooses to be so entranced by the quiet darkness, hides his shame away like a courtesan of the night. Sometimes Liu is almost tempted to whisper his name in that fragile ear just to see the shock blossom like a rare flower across his face, wants to treasure that moment before he wipes away that memory with the power of Walter’s own name.
The swirling of feathers around such a delicate frame is a bit much for someone like Liu to resist. It’s difficult enough as it is to keep from snapping a collar around Walter’s neck and hiding the fae king away in the sanctity of Liu’s real home, only a quiet reminder from his dead Master keeping him sane. An affair is only truly an affair if no one you know knows about it, and Liu is quite content to keep it that way.
He takes his steps a bit heavier, lets the boy know he is there and feels a little thrill trickle up his spine at the fear on his face. It amuses Liu how Walter can’t find him, swirls his coat so it doesn’t get in the way of his stalker tendencies. And Liu watches, quiet as a specter, as the little king laughs to himself, so obviously forces himself to remain calm. A smirk curls his lips, a feral sort of expression that bodes all sorts of ill will towards the delectable little treat before him. If His Majesty wants to be afraid, Liu will be more than happy to provide an ample reason for such a reaction. And when the boy giggle again Liu makes his move, slips out of the darkness to slide a single gloved finger down Walter’s cheek to rest on his lips. “Oya oya… what’s this? Was my lord waiting long?” It’s with overly skilled fingers that Liu strokes at that pretty little face, leather clad digits so very sinful in the most platonic of gestures. “Hmm… I’ll just have to make it up to my lord then.”
Straddling his little king is always more fun than most people give him credit for, a tenderly slow shift of Liu’s body until his larger frame casts Walter in so much darkness that Liu has to give a sharp smile. He sits up, locks away all movement with his own location and a simple bit of pressure. The look he gives Walter is probably the stuff of the boy’s nightmares, probably sends a sick sort of sensation spiraling through the depths of his being. But Liu doesn’t care, passes tenderly delicate fingers over the obligingly naked chest while he turns his gaze to examining the nearly perfect skin with a tactician’s eye. And Liu could care less of the boy’s reactions, doesn’t care that he probably would like nothing more than to shove Liu off and head for the hills. “It seems as if your body missed this at least… Oya oya… I wonder if you taste the same in darkness.” Liu takes his time though, prefers the building anticipation to a quick end and a dirty finish. Fingers knead with fine tuned precision, tui na trained hands attempting to lull the poor little king into a calmer state of mind.
It really wouldn’t do for him to scream before Liu wanted him to after all.
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