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Tidbits...

I usually roleplay in detailed 3rd POV para-form but can also do detailed first.

Style: Para, Novella

Really not into smut. But if ever, don’t hesitate to mention. Everything’s worth a talk, lol—

Gmt+8. Which doesn't effect my on line agenda. I go on line at random times — I won’t even last an hour because I am a lazy ass.

I don’t get to messages as soon as I saw them. Same with the replies, they won’t come in regular and definite pattern. It depends upon my mood and level of creativity at that moment. However, if I haven’t replied for a week or so, feel free /please/ to hit me up.

I actually like roleplaying on walls but— whatever suits your liking.

You don’t have to mirror the length of my replies. That applies to me, too.

English is not my first language so, clears throat, excuse.

There isn’t a thing I would say no to. (read I am not picky)

FUN FACT: My middle name is dramatic. So I’m up for angst.

I have too many awkward bones but I have the necessary social skills. Actually not chatty but I usually get away with the awkwardness within me by being too hyped up.

I am very staid. The kind who can’t understand memes. Pardon.

Not So Fun Facts:

Lazy.

I have difficulty concentrating on repetitive tasks.

Rapid mood shifts, chronic boredom, but not enough to be called borderline.

Passive-aggressive. :]

Say Hello!
Hi, it's Ice here, 18, a busy Computer college student, and Family History Consultant in our church, trying to spare some time role-playing. He he.

I am most of the time short on hands and time so I might take time replying. Other than that, no more.

I would love to be friends with everyone.

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Plots.

1. You ran into each other at the bookstore and tried to get the last copy of a book.

2. You met on an online forum and ended up really hating on each other but oops, you're neighbors.

3. You were the only one who offered to help her move in.

4. Sharing a university textbook and leaving each other answers in page corners.

5. You became enemies because of constantly fighting for the best seat in the library/coffee shop/etc..

Random Dialogue Prompts

to be added....

─ NOTE: Everything listed above is Open unless stated otherwise.

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Denise, having been used to live life in luxury, grew up unexpectedly self-reliant. Unfettered more in a good way than bad, well aware of what’s not and what requires actions. If there’s something she always seem to look back at, it was her grandfather. She would always be eternally thankful for his influence that had obviously been deeply imposed within her. It lead her to a more logical thinking and wider perspective, viewing life in a much deeper way without the presence of her family wealth that could benefit her all throughout. Her grandpa, despite being prosperous in all senses, remained humble—too much that people, especially rivals, took it as bragging. Unfortunately, at the age of 12, her grandfather had to bid goodbye in a way he never at all deserved. He was man slaughtered. Although young and naïve, Denise had very well understood the events and distinguish the wrong, unlawful doings her grandfather had received.

It couldn’t be denied that her family’s company was affected after the huge incident—it had given such colossal effects and it almost lead the business down to the depths of despair. Little did the 12 year-old Denise knew that this time around, she had been living from an ill-gotten wealth. Perhaps she didn’t even bother knowing her parents that much, considering she grew up under the custody of her grands—this fact helped maintain her oblivion about things.

Came her 18th, Denise’s dad had asked (more like required) her to run one of the family restaurant's division—which is a big tavern—located in Greece. In multiple purposes of, first, to send her away from the chaotic mess he had created; second, to let her explore her own life without experiencing impoverishment, and lastly, to somehow use it as preparation for her future business responsibilities. The tavern had already bared her name since then—but in another name which she doesn’t even know exists for the main purpose of hauling her away from harm brought by business rivals and assuring her safety. For at that moment, it was the least her parents could do. As luck would have it, she lasted and managed to run the division for several years. Until she discovered the truth behind her family’s wealth, disclosed by a big name who seemed to loathe her clan profusely.

”How can you just walk out of the scene?!”

“What do you expect from me, dad? I won’t live under the alimony of a fraudulent wealth!”

“I’ll be freezing all your accounts.”

“Go on. I would rather struggle for living than choke myself with loads of illicit goods.”

Denise was thankful she had enough savings for herself. It was irrefutable that she was angered. How can persons especially her parents do such thing? It was never the ideals of what her grandfather had molded herself into.

“Life is all about taking risks…”

If there’s something that fused in her mind among all the insights her grandpa had shared, it was that. She had always tried to live lead by his perspective and she was never disappointed. Another couple of years and in South Korea was where she found herself; contented, had taken the right program and will graduate with a degree, settled and sound—without the rowdy scene of business. She might not have a healthy past but at least she get to luck along the ideal life for her. That was all she ever need. Or so she could say.

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au/oc: OC
- muse: Denise de Liano
- faceclaim: Krystal Jung
- group: f(x)
- age: 23
- steryeotype: Kuma
- sexual orientation: Straight
- occupation: Law Student +      Vlogger
- timezone: Gmt+8
- line id: @silliscire
- room: 5th floor, Room 504