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∘ full name┊seo yeseul

∘ faceclaim┊ive jang wonyoung

∘ birthdate┊august 31, 2004

∘ birthplace┊guryong, south korea

∘ current residence┊tbd

∘ occupation┊full-time student, errand girl

∘ ethnicity┊korean

∘ spoken languages┊korean, english (conversational)

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∘ school┊cheongdam academy.
∘ year level┊freshmen.
∘ major┊international relations.
∘ occupation┊full time student @ cheongdam academy; sugar baby, scammer.

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⁂ 𝐦𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.

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⁂ 𝐦𝐮𝐧'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬.

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∘ hello! please refer me as wono, wonholic or my character's name, yeseul.

∘ for roleplay inquiries, please take a look over at my ooc notes and especially, my character's information. my pm's are usually reserved for discussions regarding connections and potential threads. therefore, i kindly request that you avoid using brackets or post on my wall. also, please understand the distinction between ooc and ic interactions; just because my character may not align with yours doesn't reflect my personal feelings ooc.

∘ as the timeline of the roleplay progresses, do expect a few changes or updates in my character. i will include these changes onto the padlet periodically.

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∘ oh sion┊sion's 21st bday┊waiting

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⁂ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.

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⁂ 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞.

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∘ third pov.

⤿ while i prefer third pov, you can write in whichever pov you feel most comfortable with.

∘ length.

⤿ typically ranges between multi-paras to novellas. it all depends on the level of muse i have for our connection. i will try to mirror unless asked not to. also, i do not respond to liners.

∘ location preference.

⤿ rooms only.

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⁂  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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⁂  𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

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∘ height┊173 cm / 5'8"

∘ weight┊47 kg / 104 lbs

∘ hair color┊dark brown

∘ eye color┊brown

∘ clothing style┊reflects her desire to fit into the world of the elite, blending high-end fashion with the occasional off-brand piece to maintain the illusion of wealth. she would wear a mix of polished, trendy outfits that scream sophistication, but with subtle imperfections that hint at her struggle to belong. think tailored blazers, sleek midi skirts, and luxury handbags, paired with carefully chosen items that are slightly off-brand but still attempting to mimic the latest trends. gravitates towards neutral tones, like black, white, beige, and soft pastels, giving her a chic and minimalist look, with a few bold statement pieces for flair—perhaps a designer scarf or statement earrings. there’s an air of controlled elegance to her style, though her insecurities sometimes peek through in the desperate attempts to look like she belongs to the elite crowd.

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⁂ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

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⁂ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬.

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∘ sexual orientation┊heterosexual

∘ romantic orientation┊heteromantic

∘ relationship status┊single

∘ love interest┊not looking

∘ love languages┊words of affirmation, quality time

∘ ideal type┊someone who makes her feel secured and seen—patient and understanding, who can help her navigate her insecurities. drawn to a gentle, reassuring partner, offers emotional stability and doesn't pressure her to constantly prove herself.

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⁂ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬.

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⁂ 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬.

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∘ clubs┊n/a

∘ sports┊cheerleading.

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∘ pm's only.

⤿ avoid posting on my wall. use pm's only.

∘ plotting > winging.

⤿ i prefer plotting rather than improvising. i do understand some situations may require improvisation, but i prefer a basic plot that provides some direction for character development.

∘ genres/connections.

⤿ i am open to most genres, though i tend to excel more in angst, drama and romance. all connections are welcomed, whether it be acquaintances, potential friendships, foes, and so forth. however, if we are considering a romantic relationship, our character's must engage in interaction first before delving into further discussions.

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∘ instagram

⤿ public : @yeseul.xo

∘ soksagim

⤿ anonymous

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∘ note.

⤿ if you see me engaging with other threads or chatting in the chatroom, it simply means that i am currently drawn to their subject matter but does not mean i'm ignoring you. each thread has its own unique atmosphere, so please understand that my muse may vary differently from time to time.

∘ do not poke.

⤿ if i am unable to respond to your messages, it is most likely because i am occupied with ooc commitments or admin duties. however, be assured that i will reply to your message as soon as i am able to, which will likely be during the weekends when i have more free time.

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⁂ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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⁂ 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

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seo yeseul was born into a world that never offered enough. her parents spent their days breaking their backs under the sun, tending to a small farm and collecting discarded cardboard boxes just to afford the bare minimum. no matter how hard they worked, hunger still gnawed at their bellies, and the weight of poverty never loosened its grip. unlike other children, she didn’t attend school until much later, and even when she did, she was always running to catch up, her sharp mind the only thing keeping her from falling behind. however, intelligence alone wasn't enough to erase the reality of who she was. the whispers always found her—soft, sneering voices that slithered through the cracks, reminding her of the rags she wore, the dirt under her nails, the way she would never be one of them.

the first temptation came wrapped in the gleam of a stolen gold. a delicate bracelet, carelessly tossed onto a rich girl’s desk, shimmering under the light like a promise. it was just a small thing, a single act of rebellion, but the weight of it in her hands sent a thrill down her spine. if they wouldn’t accept her as she was, then she would change. she would blend in, strip away the filth of her poverty, and make them forget she was ever different, but illusions were fragile things. the moment she was caught, shame burned itself into her skin, searing deeper than any of their taunts ever had.

that night, as she lay awake in her family’s cramped home, listening to the sound of her parents’ exhausted breaths, the whispers came again—only this time, they weren’t mocking. they were coaxing, tempting, promising her something more. if she wanted to be part of their world, she couldn’t just beg for a place in it. she had to take it.

and so, she did.

from that moment on, she vowed she would not just chase after the rich—she would become one of them, and if she had to lie, play games, and sell pieces of herself to carve her way in, then so be it. the world had never given her anything freely. why should she hesitate to take what she deserved?

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∘ mbti┊esfj-t, the consul

⤿ (+) empathetic, social, supportive, charming

⤿ (-) insecure, people-pleaser, overly sensitive, superficial

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⁂ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

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⁂ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝.

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by the time she entered her teenage years, she had learned that survival was not just about endurance—it was about debt. she became a puppet, dancing on invisible strings pulled by those who had everything she wanted. she ran their errands, humored their whims, and bent over backward to prove she was worthy of their world, and after years of effort, they let her in—just barely. yet, no matter how close she got, she remained an outsider in their eyes. their approval was conditional, their laughter always laced with quiet ridicule, their praise nothing more than a reminder of how far she still had to go. they made sure she never forgot where she came from, and for that, she owed them more. more effort. more sacrifice. more of herself.

keeping up with their standards came at a cost, and she quickly realized that money was power—power she did not have. so, she found new ways to acquire it, not just through petty theft but through something far more dangerous. she stole from the hearts of men who mistook her desperation for innocence, leading them believe they had claimed a piece of her, all while she reached into their wallets with delicate hands. the more she took, the more she changed. luxuries began replacing necessities, lies became second nature, and the reflection staring back at her in the mirror was someone she barely recognized. her parents noticed the difference—the expensive clothes, the late nights, the growing distance in her eyes—but they never asked. maybe they already knew.

but yeseul had made her choice.

the first time she had stolen, she had owed something in return. the first time she had lied, she had owed another truth to bury it.

with every step forward, she was indebted to the illusion she had created and by now, she had lost count of how much she owed.

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∘ likes┊fashion; attention; romantic gestures; fine dining and cafes; white and pink (color); brown sugar milk tea; skincare

∘ dislikes┊being overlooked; feeling like an outsider; conflicts and tension

∘ hobbies┊shopping; socializing; self-care; photography

∘ habits┊

⤿ (+) organization; valuing her image; empathy

⤿ (-) overthinking; self-doubt; people-pleasing; starving herself to maintain her weight

∘ fears┊not being good enough; failure; rejection

∘ secrets┊everything.

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yeseul had been yuna's errand girl since high school, not by choice but by necessity. yuna treated her like a convenient helper, making her run errands and tag along like an accessory. yeseul never liked her, but staying close to yuna meant staying in the elite circle, so she put up with it. there was always an unspoken power imbalance, and though yeseul resented it, she played along—at least until she no longer had to.

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𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚.

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𝐛𝐚𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚.

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yeonhwa was one of yuna’s closest friends, always standing by her side and backing her up no matter what. if yuna started drama, yeonhwa was right there to defend her, never questioning if she was in the wrong. that was the part yeseul hated most about her—how blindly loyal she was, how she never hesitated to take yuna’s side even when it was obvious she shouldn’t.

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her relationship with cai started with an unfortunate accident—one spilled milk on his phone, and suddenly, she was in debt. with no money to spare after indulging in her luxuries, she had no choice but to repay him in the only way she could: by becoming his errand girl. now, whether it was grabbing his coffee, running small tasks, or dealing with his whims, she was stuck under his thumb. it annoyed her to no end, but with no way out, she had to play along. at least until she could find another way to settle her debt.

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she first met sion as "jaehyun" on tinder, drawn in by his charm and easygoing nature. their date was simple yet intriguing, leaving her with a lingering curiosity about him, but what started as a casual encounter quickly turned into a shocking revelation when she unexpectedly runs into him at school—only this time, he wasn’t just jaehyun, but sion, the heir to the hanyang group.

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³ lee wonjung 3 minutes ago Reply

BRUH WONYO I DONT DESERVE SUCH A GOOD STARTER T^T

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park sunghoon12:28:27 AMReply

¹ jang wonyoung [A] 5 seconds ago Reply
you joined for me didn't you </3

no, i joined for wonholic

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¹ ricky shen 1 minute ago Reply

jang wonyoung, shein queen <3

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¹ ricky shen2:14:04 PMReply

me: TYT replying~ ^^ Hwaiting~!! /throws confetti

wonyoung: :) For every time you piss me off, I will reply an hour faster and add an additional paragraph mirrored to your reply. Keep this up and you're looking at a 10-paragraph novella reply which needs to be split into three posts because it exceeds the character limit and I WILL post it within the hour. :) I expect you to mirror my reply and have no grammatical errors or I will use my admin privileges to delete your post and make you write it again. Do I make myself clear or would you like me to demonstrate it for you, Ricky?

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⁴ kim jiwoong6:18:14 PMReply

for u wony i can be a whole meal