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{roleplay as [soloist iu lee jieun @ intrinsic motivation, since 14/12/12}
OOC ¦
o1. I'm both a semi-para and para person. no one-liner.
o2. If you want to role play with me, you start. it's basic manners
because i did not ask to role play.
o3. No ooc dramas. drama plots? sure, no problem. I love them!
o4. Excuse my typos if I do happen to have any when I am replying to you.
o5. I'm normally on my phone, so please bear with my slow replies.
o6. If I happen not to reply, do poke me on my wall c;
Description
❝ ✦ words of beauty are fake.you need to show it so it's real. ❞
➵ thisgirlhas astorytotell !
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Lee Jieun was born on the 16th of May, 1993. She was raised in an
average family, having not to ask for anything more because her par-
ents treasured her like pearl that was dropped from heaven. Jieun was
that musical girl who loves to sing and play instruments. She would run
home every evening and show her parents what she had achieved dur-
ing the day with her teacher. The bright smiles and laughters that her p-
arents gave her was something she could never forget. And...she was t-
hankful that she did not. Not like any other normal nights, Jieun ran home
more than excited to show her parents the trophy that she received from
from the school for her well performed musical as of winning first place
in school. As she opened the door, rushed into the house, the big smile on
her face gradually disappeared. The hand that she was holding onto her
trophy slowing loosen, dropping the object to let it roll on the blood stained
carpet. "Mum! Dad!" she cried and raced up to the two bodies lying on the
dirty floor. "Please, wake up! You're scaring me! Wake up!" the little girl beg-
ged. She shook their bodies and shoulders — no sign. She punched and hit
on their stomach and abdomen — no answer, no cries, no pain was felt.
Lee Jieun was born on the 16th of May, 1993. She was raised in an
average family, having not to ask for anything more because her par-
ents treasured her like pearl that was dropped from heaven. Jieun was
that musical girl who loves to sing and play instruments. She would run
home every evening and show her parents what she had achieved dur-
ing the day with her teacher. The bright smiles and laughters that her p-
arents gave her was something she could never forget. And...she was t-
hankful that she did not. Not like any other normal nights, Jieun ran home
more than excited to show her parents the trophy that she received from
from the school for her well performed musical as of winning first place
in school. As she opened the door, rushed into the house, the big smile on
her face gradually disappeared. The hand that she was holding onto her
trophy slowing loosen, dropping the object to let it roll on the blood stained
carpet. "Mum! Dad!" she cried and raced up to the two bodies lying on the
dirty floor. "Please, wake up! You're scaring me! Wake up!" the little girl beg-
ged. She shook their bodies and shoulders — no sign. She punched and hit
on their stomach and abdomen — no answer, no cries, no pain was felt.
Since that day, she was sent into an orphange. It was a great place; people
were caring and loving. Everyone was friendly, but...she didn't like it. She
became that quiet girl who hides in a corner and cry alone whenever she
misses her parents. She was that girl who buried herself through books to
keep her mind off the things she shouldn't be thinking about. She became
that girl who escaped from anything now that relates to music and instrum-
ments. She hated it. Her parents were not there to praise her anymore, she
hate it to her core and will always do until she dies. Books and novels were
her only soul. Books and novels can help her expresses how she feels... at le-
ast she wasn't lonely with them beside her...
were caring and loving. Everyone was friendly, but...she didn't like it. She
became that quiet girl who hides in a corner and cry alone whenever she
misses her parents. She was that girl who buried herself through books to
keep her mind off the things she shouldn't be thinking about. She became
that girl who escaped from anything now that relates to music and instrum-
ments. She hated it. Her parents were not there to praise her anymore, she
hate it to her core and will always do until she dies. Books and novels were
her only soul. Books and novels can help her expresses how she feels... at le-
ast she wasn't lonely with them beside her...
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➵ youknowi'moneofakind .
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Relationship status: Single
Occupation: Writer/author
Likes: to be romantic, cuddles, back hugs, tease those who are closed to
her, reading and silence
Dislikes: arrogant people, disrespectful people, those who think too high-
ly of themselves.
Personality: She appears cold when you first meet her, but she's actually
a really warm hearting girl who's yearning for love and care. She may
show her bright side if you can make her feel secure and welcomed.
└ ┘
Relationship status: Single
Occupation: Writer/author
Likes: to be romantic, cuddles, back hugs, tease those who are closed to
her, reading and silence
Dislikes: arrogant people, disrespectful people, those who think too high-
ly of themselves.
Personality: She appears cold when you first meet her, but she's actually
a really warm hearting girl who's yearning for love and care. She may
show her bright side if you can make her feel secure and welcomed.
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