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𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: Kim Yerim
𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎: 05.03.1999
𝚊𝚐𝚎: 27

𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜: She/Her
𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: bisexual

𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗: Seongsu-dong, Seoul

𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: Alibi

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: The Rook
𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: tactical defense and combat operations
𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝: 5'5”

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𝖠 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄

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𝖠 𝖢𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗋 𝖫𝗈𝗈𝗄

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𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: plushies, ice cream, campfires, hugs, the crunch of autumn leaves under her feet, inside jokes, daydreaming, stories

𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜: bad drivers, stormy days, getting sick, dishonesty, people who hate fun

𝚑𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚎𝚜: thrifting, shopping, foraging, calligraphy, scrapbooking, polishing armory, ballet, figure skating

𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚜: talks with her hands and she does it unapologetically. singings at the top of her lungs when she’s slightly tipsy or drunk.

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𝚑𝚎𝚛: she can come off as aloof or clueless upon first meeting. while she is sweet and very much gives off the feeling that she’s trustworthy. the only people she won’t betray for anyone are her girls, the alibi syndicate.

her vixen like aura draws you in while her naivety makes you want to stay a while.

and although she is very smart, she’s not all there. there just might be a screw or two loose, which makes sense given her accident from when she was a little girl.

𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜: affectionate, ambitious, bold, loyal, meticulous, organized, perceptive, persuasive, playful.

𝚗𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜: apathetic, calculating, devious, manipulative, stubborn, obsessive, secretive.

𝚎𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊: She uses sign language as another means to communicate at times, not just for the tactical team in Alibi. But also because she is deaf in one ear and hearing aids are only so fashionable.

𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚝𝚑(𝚜): her lack of ability to feel empathy but can still understand it

𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜(𝚜): cute caricatures, animals, people

𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎: sai and machine pistol

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Yerim was an only child. Born to a lawyer father and a heiress mother.

Growing up wasn’t easy for her, especially not with the rigorous and tight program her mother ran. Yerim’s enviroment was always controlling and the only time she had for herself was when she was shipped off to her grandmother for visits in Switzerland.

Those times became her favorite because she could finally relax and just do whatever she wanted to do. Which, mainly to go skating on the ice.

See, Yerim was a ballet dancer, something she had expressed interest in because her mother was one. She was good but Yerim was better, a comparison her mother made herself. Yerim loved to dance but the older she got, the more overbearing her mother became.

And to her father’s credit, he tried his best. If Yerim expressed interest in anything other than ballet, he’d signed her up for it or encouraged her to try it out. And she did, even if it made her mother unhappy. But no matter what she did, baseball, soccer, tennis, kendo, all sports she was pretty good at after getting the hang of it.

She would suddenly be dropped from the class and the explanations never made sense. It got to the point of when she was dropped from the last thing she tried, figure skating. She was 15 and it was the last thing she wanted to hear, after dreaming of being on the ice since she got her first pair of skates.

Yerim just knew that something was off. She had suspected it for a while but never did anything to try and figure it out. So went to speak to her coach, and at first he just told her the same thing.

‘They were booked up.’ She didn’t buy it. She then even offered her allowance to pay him, knowing that sometimes money made the world go round. But he only looked at her with pity. So, she took it to the next level and burst into tears before sinking to her knees, practically begging him.

That broke him as she hoped it would. He started singing like a canary to her about her mother paying him to drop her from the class. She had her suspicions but she didn’t expect for it to be true. And that night, Yerim let her coach take her home because he felt bad. She apologized to him before getting out of the car and going inside.

However, she didn’t tell anyone that she knew. She pulled herself together and continued life as normal, and just like her mother wanted; she went back to ballet.

But then the sneaking out started. The more she pretended to give her mother what she wanted, the more she silently and secretly rebelled. Sneaking out to the night life Seoul offered with her friends, sometimes not going back home until it was almost time for her to be up for school, sleeping through classes.

Of course, she could only keep the facade up for so long until her mother started noticing the cracks. And being as controlling as she was, she wanted to move them out of the country entirely. Something Yerim was not privy to, nor did she want to. Her entire life was in Korea.

It was disguised as a learning vacation. But she could feel the tension in the car on their way to the airport. It was like something was telling her that once she got on that plane, her life would not be the same. So she asked why they were really going to France and to her surprise her mother actually told her that she planned on enrolling her there.

The meltdown that followed was one no one was prepared for, not even her.

Something had happened. Everything had gone all black.

And then she remembered what had happened. It all came back to her in a quick hasty flash and a sharp pain in the back of her head. The weight of the world and everything that made her who she was, all encapsulated within the gash on her head.

Yerim’s meltdown had caused their car to crash. She was in a coma for a few months, and the only people by her side was her father and grandmother.

Her life did change that day in that car. She lost her mother and her ability to feel empathy.

She was free of her mother’s cage but now she had no prospects and no direction. And she wasn’t exactly sure where to turn, besides doing what she got used to doing, which was turning to the night life of Seoul.

It seemed she was kind of made for it or it was just something she needed, regardless. Her personality drew people in and her curios nature led her to the path that she’s on now.

One that gave her a family that didn’t control her.

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⋆˙⟡ 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎: -

⋆˙⟡ 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: -
⋆˙⟡ 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: -
⋆˙⟡ 𝚊𝚐𝚎: -
⋆˙⟡ 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗: -b
⋆˙⟡ 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜: closed

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𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗄

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𝖡𝖾𝗁𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖬𝖺𝗌𝗄

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⋆˙ gtm -05

⋆˙ prefers 3rd pov/will likely mirror my writing partner.

⋆˙ prefers to smut in group pms or private rooms.

⋆˙ prefers if romance comes naturally for my characters. although, there are exceptions to this if the plot makes sense. and past lovers/ex's are welcomed if the plot fits.

⋆˙ triggering plots would need to be discussed prior.

⋆˙ mun works long hours so just be a tad bit patient with me for replies. I do try to get them out as fast as I can when I have days off and have no plans.

p.s. I have add so I get distracted fairly quickly ooc so please bare with me.

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name ― room ― replied/owe

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𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛: dark but glistens brown in the sunlight

𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜: light brown eyes

𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎: slender and fit

𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚘𝚞𝚜: a little ballerina tattoo on her calf, a butterfly on her nape, a pair of swords making an x with a little space between them on her lower back, healed stitches in the back of her head on the left

𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎: can range from cutesy fairy to sometimes a dark witch if you will