/ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ moon yeseul by chikan wings

₍^. .^₎ persona - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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mbti: isfj ^{(the defender)}

temperament: phlegmatic-choleric

moral alignment: true neutral

_tba

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calm & collected - selfless - peace-loving - gentle - honest - smart - logical - hardworking - reliable

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awkward - quiet to the point of being called aloof - avoidant - walks away from conversations if it stresses her out - may ghost people - repressive - not quite flexible

₍^. .^₎ appearance - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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height: 160cm (5'3")

weight: 52kgs

physique: lean mesomorph

hair: shoulder-length, layered, jet-black

eye color: brown

scent: maison margiela tea escape and lazy sunday morning

special features:

yeseul has a collection of tattoos along her arm, littered like child-like drawings.

_{totoro holding an umbrella on her right inner forearm}
_{a small cat she has hand-drawn}
_{her astrological sign (gemini) along her shoulder blades}
_{various stars and comical depictions of comets along her left inner arm - said to have been placed above scarlines she has gotten from the accident years prior}

style:

tba

₍^. .^₎ about: sunny day vet Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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_{formerly owned by an elderly local, sunny day vet has now been relinquished to a korean native but who has an equally altruistic soul for the animals. as of the moment, most workers are females, with one or two male exceptions. the clinic is one of the long-standing establishments located in the southeast side of willith beach.}

current members:

moon yeseul ^[owner] ━ veterinarian
npc ^[playable] ━ veterinarian
jiang ximen ^[npc] ━ veterinary assistant
npc ^[playable] ━ veterinary intern
jabami reika ━ all-around help
npc ^[playable] ━ receptionist
others. . . ^[playable]

[◉"] ✧ - how i write. ⌝

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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my writing style?

^{3rd lit is my most comfortable style but i tend to mirror to my partners' tastes. 2nd pov is not something i usually do but it would be a fun approach!}

do i like writing long paragraphs?

^{depends on my mood. sometimes i do long ones if i'm particularly very invested in the plot OR would settle for a single-but-elaborate paragraph. there is really not much of an in-between.}

strictly no wall posts, please.

^{there is a reason why we need points !!! if you want to do some spicy and are shy, well you can always approach me in pms ehe}

i'm a sporadic reply kinda person.

^{i have a busy schedule but you can poke me however you want. just not so much.}

₍^. .^₎ how to plot - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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⓵ please go through my character's profile first.

^{this is for you to have a general idea of what's going to be in it for you. i'm pretty flexible when it comes to things so you can always clarify with me how your character will fit into the story of mine. i would love to have each of everyone's charas to be a part of minji's life in one way or another.}

⓶ being pro-active is the best!

^{exchanging ideas regarding the plot really gets me going. excitement is contagious, after all. it would be nice if both of us will have ideas to throw onto the table.}

⓷ where to plot?

^{please do approach me in PMs. unless you have my discord, then that should be fine !}

₍^. .^₎ romantics - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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orientation: homosexual

status: single

romantic interest:

none.

love languages (giving): quality time, acts of service

love languages (receiving): words of affirmation, quality time, gift giving

₍^. .^₎ out of character - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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hello, hello! this is jinchi-sama. you may refer to me as chi, as most of my rpr friends would, or yeseul (my character's name in this rp). i have no qualms with mistaken pronouns. i'm really chill, so to speak.

i'm currently working in healthcare so my replies are slow at best. feel free to follow up on me if i take too long!

more details below so please do read! much thanks!

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

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full name: moon yeseul

nickname/s:

_mooncake_{, what her father calls her sometimes}
_ying_{, to some inhabitants of willith beach}

birthdate + age: june 11, 1995 (30)

birthplace: goyang-si, seoul, south korea

hometown: songpa-gu, seoul, south korea

current residence: begonia street, willith beach, dalian, china

profession: veterinarian and owner of "sunny day vet"

educational background:

_{Seoul Kyodong Elementary}^{_{up to 5th grade}}
_{Dwight School Seoul}^{_{up to 10th grade}}
_{Seoul International School}^{_{up to 12th grade}}
_{Seoul National University}^{_{Department of Veterinary Medicine}}

other businesses:

_owner_{, moon medical complex in the heart of songpa-gu}
_shareholder_{, moon holdings, owners of a chain of medical and residential buildings along the southern pole of seoul}

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

^{"I avoid my gaze in the mirror;}
^{I have no interest in learning what it feels like to gaze into my eyes."}

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:04:41 UTC

the moons

^{a family of famous stockholders and of moon holdings, owning a chain of medical and residential buildings along the southern pole of seoul. they specialized in providing state of the art clinics with beautiful interiors that could cater to the patients' tastes. they believe that not only a man's expertise could keep their practice flourishing but also on how they presented themselves to the public.}

family members:

moon kyungwon - patriarch, current ceo of moon holdings
lee mijin⁺
moon kyung⁺
moon sangwon⁺
moon yeseul - only daughter and sole surviving child of the family

_{[+] - deceased}

chikan — 2025-08-19 03:27:32 UTC

⠀ ⠀ へ ♡ ╱|、

૮ - ՛ ) (` - 7

/ ⁻ ៸| |、⁻〵

乀 (ˍ, ل ل じしˍ,)ノ

₍^. .^₎ specifics - Ⳋ

chikan — 2025-08-20 08:19:19 UTC

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likes

animals - sweet treats - fresh air - nature hikes - coffee 24/7 - board games - books - people watching (but never actually interacting) - any kind of natural scenery - noodles and asian cuisine

dislikes

going home - pests - poor weather - vehicles - shezhuan food (too spicy)

hobbies

photography - cycling - hiking - strolling casually along the shoreline - working - watching national geographic and animes

aesthetics.

chikan — 2025-08-20 12:20:01 UTC

chikan — 2025-08-20 12:41:15 UTC

^{『 18 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴀɢᴏ — ᴀᴘʀɪʟ 2007。』

the distant sound of blaring alarms awakened her from her deep slumber. the sight that greeted her amounted next to nothing — a white ceiling with a fluorescent lamp that flickered weakly in a dimly lit room. her senses slowly adapted to her newfound surroundings and it was only moments later that she had regained enough consciousness to look around, tilting her head to peer at the floor-to-ceiling windows nearby.

then there he was, sitting by the corner of the room, forehead pressed against clasped hands with brown locks framing his profile. the shadows cocooned him like how a mother would a child and frankly, yeseul remembered a different man, not this sorry kind, not this one who seemed to have gone for days without a meal to his stomach.

and yeseul was right to assume because kyungwon's shirt fitted rather loosely, his wrist now thinner than what she had remembered. she would know; yeseul always clung to it during worship on sundays.

the alarms quieted down into a rhythmic hum. she inhaled sharply, feeling the oxygen rush harshly into her nostrils. a cough left her parched lips and the man's head shot up.

"yeseul?"

the girl made an attempt to speak.

out came nothing.

kyungwon's face came to view all of a sudden. in his hand was the hospital buzzer, his fingers fiddling the switch rather frantically. before the nurses and doctors had come to examine her, yeseul saw her father trembling as he held her hand. his features, now gaunt and rid of its usual glow, was washed with relief. tears cascaded down his cheeks; lips parted to chant his prayers.

the girl could barely make out a few words, but she was sure he said:

❝ thank you, Jesus — oh, thank you. i would not know what to do if i lost her, too. ❞

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『 ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ — ᴊᴜɴᴇ 2025。』

❝ sweetheart, could i not really convince you to come home? ❞

yeseul's lips pursed atop the cup in her hand. the smell of coffee drifted in the air, filling her senses and ridding her of everything but the gnawing feeling in her chest. how many times had she already turned him down? a thousand times, perhaps?

still, moon kyungwon remained relentless. if this was any other conversation, yeseul would have to laugh. that tenacity of his was what survived them both, after all.

the woman’s face remained passive, staring at the horizon. the waves were calmer tonight but the night sky remained starless. only the moon shone brightly, illuminating the living room that yeseul insisted to keep dim. anything brighter would remind her of the family home she resolved to leaving.

she really should feel guilty about that, though.

“appa, i can’t -”

❝ is it about the clinic? i can help you arrange things for the time being so please - ❞

“i just can’t.”

the receiving end of the call had fallen silent. yeseul could imagine kyungwon’s hunched frame from across the room - sitting on an arm chair with his head in between his shoulders, bowing in defeat and at a loss for words. perhaps, he was reminded of his wife’s stubbornness emanating from yeseul that he was too flabbergasted to speak yet again. she felt sorry for him, yet again, but she had to remain unmoving for them both.

for him, most especially.

❝ you know, yeseul, ❞ kyungwon began once more as yeseul turned to rest her temple against the windows. the glass was cold as did the room. she could not allow herself to miss her father’s warmth, however, in case her resolve faltered. ❝ i called not because of the complex - or for the properties, for that matter. i just want you to accompany me on sunday - to the cemetery - ❞

“and you know i can’t do that.”

her words were harsh. yeseul could almost hear her father’s tears, his voice shaking, breaths heavy. she closed her eyes from the truth. ignorance was bliss, she thought (lies, she could not really ignore him).

❝ why do you refuse to see them? ❞

she did not respond. the coffee, instead, was becoming lukewarm on her tongue when she took a sip.

❝ do you. . .still think that it could have been you? sweetheart, i have never once blamed you - ❞

“it would have been easier if you did,” yeseul interjected through gritted teeth. she inhaled sharply, shakily, settling the cup down before her grip could become too tight around its fragile body. she almost reached for her phone to toss it against the wall or throw it into a trashcan so her father will never speak to her about this again - or anything, maybe, just to avoid herself reliving that single moment that altered the course of her existence. yet, tantrums did not look good on a 29-year old, did it?

despite her choosing to curl in on herself on the couch nearby, the intensity of her emotions had not been stilled. her cheeks wetted as a few tears escaped her dulled orbs. “it really would have been easier for me to accept if you hated me or cursed me, instead of pretending that everything was fine.”

❝ but i don’t, yeseul i - ❞

“you don’t understand.”

kyungwon really did not, perhaps, because it was yeseul who saw how much he missed his wife and sons. it was yeseul who had to live through the guilt of existing comfortably when the others were rotting six feet beneath the ground she had walked. it was her who had to see her father cry, who had to bear his expectations alone. yeseul had been helpless as he was - but she was not as strong enough to be there for him, was she?

she was pathetic. coming home would just remind her of that.

“i’ll come home but not this week - or the next.”

❝ i miss you, my daughter, please - ❞

“goodnight, appa.”

she finally reached over to end the call.

“i love you.”}