Personal Message

Writing Sample: He is numb, cards flying across the tabletop in slow motion. Everything speeds up as the game starts and he's calling. To the players, to anyone listening. 'Here is your money. Here is your prize. Take it.' Only for him to steal it away with a flush of tokens and a generous smile. Again, cards flit across the expanse of green velvet and into the hands of greedy pigs, snake wives hanging off them by the fangs, filling them with the false hope of winning in their sultry whispers. "Would you like to play again?"

sidenote: i know very little about exo. i joined on a whim. plz kill me dear lord

my heart is gold and my hands are cold

Description
fragile - hwc
"Shall we dance?"

Wu Yifan was born in luxury, showered in lavish gifts and expensive trinkets he couldn't even use as an infant. His household was one that followed strict European values similar to those in the 18th century. While his family spent much of their time in the manor Yifan was visiting other lords and ladies with his father. Building connections, he said, to keep the family name prominent in our community.  Our community referred to the rich upper-class of society. Those still clinging to the threads of monarchy. 

So, Yifan waded through fields of old parchment and strict rules. He listened and did as he was told for that was all he knew. When it was announced on the eve of his 17th birthday that he would be marrying the Lady Evelyn he accepted it. From then on Yifan, dubbed Kris by his soon-to-be in laws, saw Evelyn every hour of his day. Through their meetings he came to know of her every quirk and habit. Yifan, for the first time in his short life, had fallen for someone. To Hell with the arranged marriage stereotype because Wu Yifan was in love. In luck, Lady Evelyn returned his feelings. It was bound to be a plentiful union for both families.

Yet, all beautiful things disappear. All the bright, precious things fade - and they don't come back. 

Just a day before the wedding - preparations finished, guests confirmed, venue acquired - disaster struck. A local gang had caught wind of the service and held a grudge against Yifan's father. Turns out, he's not so much of a good man as his son once thought. Disaster came in the form of a handwritten letter. Call off the wedding. Needless to say Yifan's father did no such thing. Even when Evelyn's family had second thoughts he assured them with kind words. The ceremony was to take place no matter what.

On the day of the ceremony Yifan made sure to care for his fiance. He greeted her worried glances with a warm smile, more than he ever had before. Evelyn returned the gesture, though things still felt off.

They walked down the aisle, and a bomb destroyed the right corner of the mansion. People screamed, flying from their chairs to escape as figures jumped from the foliage and over the gates. Yifan grasped Evelyn's hand and stole her away into the building. He wanted to hide - both of them, so they could escape. In the middle of the grand hall she let go of his hand. 

"Evelyn."

"Yifan..."

He was slowly pushed to the ground with a gun barrel on the back of his neck. 

"I'm so sorry."

Evelyn was the daughter of a gang leader. Her "parents" that Yifan had spent so much time getting to know were simply actors killed in the ambush. Yifan, at age 18, was taken by one of the most feared crime syndicates in the world. His family was slaughtered, as were most of the wedding guests and staff. Together, the bride and groom made it out alive. 

Forced into the humiliating occupation of ion by Evelyn's father Yifan was slowly broken down.

"Look at him Evelyn. Capitalist pig."

Every night she would visit him in his cell. She would whisper, fingers running through his hair. Yifan ignored her every word. Sometimes she would even spend the night with him. They'd be so close, bodies touching because she could only be with him when he was working. As if Evelyn couldn't stand to see him in any other way than a pleasurable toy. 

Yifan only escaped the gang when he was pulled with them on a trip to Korea. They were attacked by another group, one by the name of EXO. He was rescued, and for once since the destroyed marriage he was treated like a person. Evelyn was taken as prisoner and her father was shot dead. The tables had been turned, and he realized this as he held a gun to her heart. Yifan was ultimately the one who killed her. He thought - no, he didn't even think. Didn't feel as he pulled the trigger and blood splattered across his shirt cuff. Yifan could only drop the weapon as a choked sob caught in his throat. He wrapped his arms around her limp body, and held on so tightly. 

She was buried on a Tuesday morning. It was sunny, her favorite kind of day. He remembered. He still loved her.

From then on Yifan was forever changed. He proved how smart he was in terms of money and was given the position as casino manager, as well as the one who controls EXO's underground gambling ring. 

Twisted as he is now Yifan is extremely loyal to the group. After all, he owes them his life. Even if he is something of a person trustworthy to this cause Yifan is not someone to confide in. He does not believe in anyone here. He does not trust anyone nor will he ever. Even in a place others in EXO like to call home he finds it to be nothing more than a place to live. This is not his home. Yifan's home is gone, and he expects to never find it again. He is loyal to an idea and not to its makers. Numb to his own emotions Yifan is apathetic and does well enough not to make mistakes. You may talk to to him though he won't reply. Yifan is empty, like a tipped over wine glass. He stains everyone he touches.


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RP TRACKER
chanyeol + basement illegal gambling floor - replied
jongin + wall + replied
baekhyun + wall + replied

OOC
username sunflowers
writing style para, semi-para, novella - mirror
character position n/a
timezone gmt-5
anything else i'm pretty friendly. no random starters. don't repost your reply. do not poke until a week has passed. sometimes my replies can take a bit. plotting is a must. absolutely no one-liners. i ask, i start; you ask, you start - unless the plot calls otherwise. 
AUAL DEMIROMANTIC • 25 • TRADE MISTAKES
wu yifan
nov 6, 1990
casino man.
single
is my pain
any less than yours?