PLOTS;

 

(001; best friends | one spot)

i love your company. we both understand each other. we are insperable.

 

(002; reunited friends | three spots)

i never thought we will see each other again.

 

(003; love-hate friends | three spots | zitao)

bickering, being all cocky is what we do. but we understand each other, and we are close.

 

 

 

im yoona 

 

 

im yoona ● yoong ● may.30.1990 ● 168cm ● 47kg ● type B ● SNSD ● SMent

[single] ---  [straight] ---  [hey baby] ---  [july 18]
 

BASIC INFORMATION: 

Gorgeous. That's what everyone would describe me. But I am not what you think I am. Beautiful, sweet, can't harm a fly - I heard that a thousand times. But think about it first, who am I? I can only you answer this: My name - alias, rather - is Deer. Weak and vulnerable as it seems, it is not. And that's all you need to know about me.

BACKGROUND: 

Born hard-headed and tough, Im Yoona fought through out her life. She was born poor - but she was content - and she strived hard to be the highest of all. She had a friend named Julie - a servant from the United Kingdom and transferred here - but she died, killed by cutting of her head. And she would admit, it was not a pretty sight.

At the ripe age of seven, her father taught her how to use the sword and from what she knows, it was not that easy. She heard that it was hard to use the sword without practice - for it was deadly, sharp, and it could stab your heart without knowing. She practiced using the sword, learning the techniques and everything.

At the age of ten, her parents enrolled her to the Military Academy, knowing that she wanted to be a soldier - a noble soldier, in fact. There she learned how to fight using no armor (using hands only), martial arts (wushu, kungfu, tai boxing), and how to know what your enemy thinks. It was tough, missing her family and all, but she was grateful.

Fifteen. A part of her soul died. The war was chaotic - swords clinking, blood all over the place, and people weeping. And in this war, her mother died. Dead, knife stabbed deeply right in her chest. Blood, spilling out of her mother's mouth and body. Im Yoona's soul was broken.

Seventeen. Yoona learned how to make poison. She learned how to make armors and useful stuff for protection. Using it to fight the war. And there she was, fighting with all her life. People would say she was lucky, never been killed. A few scratches and wounds were visible, but she doesn't care. She was happy - even though her mother was long gone now - and her father was safe and sound.

 

 

 

 

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