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Cold.[break][break]
Icy, frigid, maybe a little bit arrogant at first glance. Aoife carries an exotic air wherever she finds herself, and has learned to exude a presence that sets her apart from her peers. Most people have trouble speaking to her, while others might find her distant from her responses. She's always so curt, always so blunt, and a tad rough with her mannerisms. The only time she knows to smile is in front of the camera, or in front of the photographer. The picture perfect smile she's worked on for so long is exhausting, however, and most only ever see her with a resting neutral expression. [break][break]
Social isolation and alienation has rendered her near incapable of proper interaction. She never says anything kindly, even if her intentions say otherwise. Her silence is her contemplation and her brute remarks are attempts at advice. Empathy never came easy to her, and her intentions are always lost in her harsh words. She's always so upfront, to the point it's tactless, or lacking. [break][break]
It may look like she's angry, but she's in a state of absentmindedness. She's overly cautious of people, as she is acutely aware of how the social pyramid works - especially in a prestigious school. Still, she's too quiet and passive to say a thing, and often times her silence is taken as indifference or cruelty. [break][break]
The reality is that she's a kind girl, who notes the smallest of details down to a T. She remembers all her friend's birthdays, buys the cute dress they might have looked at in passing. She'll clear out some of her day if someone's going through something rough, and a lovely host; the only thing that bars her is her ambition and diligence, however it has never interfered with her passion for work. Though she despises her beauty, she loves it all the same, knowing she acts as a role model. [break][break]
She's an achiever, an overachiever, a perfectionist, and fragile; she is glass masking as a diamond.
Cold.[break][break]
Icy, frigid, maybe a little bit arrogant at first glance. Aoife carries an exotic air wherever she finds herself, and has learned to exude a presence that sets her apart from her peers. Most people have trouble speaking to her, while others might find her distant from her responses. She's always so curt, always so blunt, and a tad rough with her mannerisms. The only time she knows to smile is in front of the camera, or in front of the photographer. The picture perfect smile she's worked on for so long is exhausting, however, and most only ever see her with a resting neutral expression. [break][break]
Social isolation and alienation has rendered her near incapable of proper interaction. She never says anything kindly, even if her intentions say otherwise. Her silence is her contemplation and her brute remarks are attempts at advice. Empathy never came easy to her, and her intentions are always lost in her harsh words. She's always so upfront, to the point it's tactless, or lacking. [break][break]
It may look like she's angry, but she's in a state of absentmindedness. She's overly cautious of people, as she is acutely aware of how the social pyramid works - especially in a prestigious school. Still, she's too quiet and passive to say a thing, and often times her silence is taken as indifference or cruelty. [break][break]
The reality is that she's a kind girl, who notes the smallest of details down to a T. She remembers all her friend's birthdays, buys the cute dress they might have looked at in passing. She'll clear out some of her day if someone's going through something rough, and a lovely host; the only thing that bars her is her ambition and diligence, however it has never interfered with her passion for work. Though she despises her beauty, she loves it all the same, knowing she acts as a role model. [break][break]
She's an achiever, an overachiever, a perfectionist, and fragile; she is glass masking as a diamond.
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tw: bullying, racism, allusion to an eating disorder, and mentions of euro-asian fetishization[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
guys she just messaged me asking for help what do i say[break][break]
영재 -[break]
what'd she ask?[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
she said she forgot her textbook at home and asked if she could borrow mine lmaoooo[break][break]
유민 -[break]
didn't she reject your invitation to hang out like last week???[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
ya but apparently now she needs my help [break][break]
유민 -[break]
just say no and let the teacher tell her off lolol[break][break]
영재 -[break]
ugh but she's gonna act like an angel just because she's a little pretty[break]
bet the boys will lend her a textbook if she looked at them[break][break]
유민 -[break]
or the teacher will say it's okay because she's busy and sick and he can take her to the office if she needs another lolol[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
yiiiiiiikes ig thats what its like being a rich student lmao[break][break]
유민 -[break]
oh don't kid yourself we all know she's sleeping with the teach lol[break][break]
[break]
You are born quietly to an Irish mother and a Korean father. As a result, they both decide to name you; Aoife from mother, Mi-Cha from father. Mother is a fashion designer of her own right, with father being a hospital director - so as far as you're concerned, both of them are quite wealthy. You grow never lacking anything, but they never really knew how to love. You would be showered in gifts and gems, toys and trinkets, yet you could never catch the attention of mother or father no matter how you might have tried. [break][break]
Outstanding grades don't faze father, as he's so indulgent in his hospital. Rather, it's expected of you after enough times. When you return with a grade lower than the usual, his disappointment is a knife through the melting butter of your heart, and your wits. Mother on the other hand always examines you, giving you all the attention in all the wrong ways. She holds a measuring tape to you, not to measure your height but your waist. The two of them were always at odds, arguing over what you will do with your future. When you got old enough to understand, you would run back to a room filled with plushies, and remind yourself that you are alone in this golden castle. [break][break]
You wished a prince would swoop in and save you from the loneliness. [break][break]
You wondered: why couldn't your family be normal like others? You didn't want the money, didn't want the beauty. You were praised everywhere you were, except what should have been home. You ask yourself, what's the point?[break][break]
And yet everyone is envious of you. You always came in a fancy car with someone to open the door for you, and you always had the newest and prettiest dresses. Anyone who said pretty privilege doesn't exist is a liar, and your good grades from studying tirelessly from prep school put you in the school's good graces. Sadly, the adoration and the love is superficial; can you really say you had any friends? [break][break]
It's why in middle school, when you finally had a friend, you were so happy. [break][break]
You did everything with her, like a normal kid would. You would talk about your favourite manga, hang out and play some phone games. Sometimes you would text and gossip about the latest trends, although it was mostly her who did all the talking. You never really knew how to talk, and you were always so busy with modelling after mother insisted you start your career young. Still, your friend didn't mind, and the smallest happy birthday from her lit up your nights. You treasured her, so much so that you begged your mother and father to let you attend the same high school as her. You thought they would decline, saying that you were above something like that and should attend a more renowned school - but you begged and begged, knowing you have never begged for anything before. [break][break]
The day they agreed, your world grew brighter. [break][break]
When highschool begins, you don't realize how many eyes were actually on you - so many people calling you names, many girls sneering at your bright, rare eyes. As you developed, you found more guys staring at you, many more girls green with envy. At some point, you subconsciously started wearing baggy clothing to cover yourself up. It doesn't cover you up fully, and the attention only unsettles you a little bit. That is, until you are called "halfie" by your peers. You whip your head around to find who said it, only to be met by giggles and sneers. "We were just joking", they'd say. [break][break]
They said that a lot. [break][break]
Rumours circulated of you, many nasty ones. One day, you were eyeing another girl's boyfriend. Another day, you had five boyfriends across three schools. Another day, you were buying the teachers out. Another, you began sleeping with your homeroom teacher. The list went on, and on, until you couldn't keep track anymore. Still, they never touched you or your face - maybe they knew the repercussions. Still, it didn't stop the occasional girl from coming up to you, calling you slurs, calling you promiscuous for existing, telling you to die. Maybe it was shocking at first, because you'd never done anything, but after a year, you get used to it. You don't like it, but you're used to it. [break][break]
You at least have a friend, you think. You still have the friend you transferred for, and she's the only one you care for. It's alright if you've grown dependent, because surely, she cares for you just as much as you do. It makes it all the more crushing when a changing room picture comes out, leaked to the school, and circulates. At the end of the school year, you realize that the one who spread the rumours and supported rumours, was no one other than your best friend. [break][break]
Devastated doesn't even begin to describe it. [break][break]
You break down, but don't know how to cry. Should you feel angry towards your friend, who sabotaged you out of envy? You ask her why, and her reason was for a boy she had a crush on - because you apparently knew she liked him, and that he liked you. She tells you that you played her like a fool, that she should have listened to everyone else in elementary. She tells you, in tears, that she has had to suffer so much as your best friend. You, tired, in your anger, snap one day. Unfortunately, the snapping is recorded, and released to tarnish your public image. You are painted as a bully - thrown into a scandal. [break][break]
Mother and father tell you to stay quiet for a year and you, reluctant, do. For your sophomore year, you are homeschooled until your agency buries the dirt. Your parents press charges for defamation against the parents of the children, and the video and images are deleted. Within a few months, the media dies down, but you can no longer look anyone in the eye. Everyone else gets off scot-free, yet here you are wallowing and holing yourself up in your room. How is that fair? [break][break]
It isn't, but you can't do much more. Your parents, for once, take the moment to step back. You, who crushes yourself under the expectations you think others put on you, are breaking. Neglectful as they are, they notice when you live with them full time for a year, and they put aside their differences to send you to Canada and finish the rest of your high school years when you're ready. You are sent to your aunt, childless and unmarried, as your guardian while you enroll into Panacea Academy for the coming semester. [break][break]
But you haven't recovered, and you likely never will. Anxiety wells in your stomach and exhaustion weighs on your shoulders, but you go on, because it's what's expected of you. After all, no one knows you, and your reputation does not extend to this new school, or town, or country. [break][break]
You aren't free, but you can be.
tw: bullying, racism, allusion to an eating disorder, and mentions of euro-asian fetishization[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
guys she just messaged me asking for help what do i say[break][break]
영재 -[break]
what'd she ask?[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
she said she forgot her textbook at home and asked if she could borrow mine lmaoooo[break][break]
유민 -[break]
didn't she reject your invitation to hang out like last week???[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
ya but apparently now she needs my help [break][break]
유민 -[break]
just say no and let the teacher tell her off lolol[break][break]
영재 -[break]
ugh but she's gonna act like an angel just because she's a little pretty[break]
bet the boys will lend her a textbook if she looked at them[break][break]
유민 -[break]
or the teacher will say it's okay because she's busy and sick and he can take her to the office if she needs another lolol[break][break]
하윤 -[break]
yiiiiiiikes ig thats what its like being a rich student lmao[break][break]
유민 -[break]
oh don't kid yourself we all know she's sleeping with the teach lol[break][break]
[break]
You are born quietly to an Irish mother and a Korean father. As a result, they both decide to name you; Aoife from mother, Mi-Cha from father. Mother is a fashion designer of her own right, with father being a hospital director - so as far as you're concerned, both of them are quite wealthy. You grow never lacking anything, but they never really knew how to love. You would be showered in gifts and gems, toys and trinkets, yet you could never catch the attention of mother or father no matter how you might have tried. [break][break]
Outstanding grades don't faze father, as he's so indulgent in his hospital. Rather, it's expected of you after enough times. When you return with a grade lower than the usual, his disappointment is a knife through the melting butter of your heart, and your wits. Mother on the other hand always examines you, giving you all the attention in all the wrong ways. She holds a measuring tape to you, not to measure your height but your waist. The two of them were always at odds, arguing over what you will do with your future. When you got old enough to understand, you would run back to a room filled with plushies, and remind yourself that you are alone in this golden castle. [break][break]
You wished a prince would swoop in and save you from the loneliness. [break][break]
You wondered: why couldn't your family be normal like others? You didn't want the money, didn't want the beauty. You were praised everywhere you were, except what should have been home. You ask yourself, what's the point?[break][break]
And yet everyone is envious of you. You always came in a fancy car with someone to open the door for you, and you always had the newest and prettiest dresses. Anyone who said pretty privilege doesn't exist is a liar, and your good grades from studying tirelessly from prep school put you in the school's good graces. Sadly, the adoration and the love is superficial; can you really say you had any friends? [break][break]
It's why in middle school, when you finally had a friend, you were so happy. [break][break]
You did everything with her, like a normal kid would. You would talk about your favourite manga, hang out and play some phone games. Sometimes you would text and gossip about the latest trends, although it was mostly her who did all the talking. You never really knew how to talk, and you were always so busy with modelling after mother insisted you start your career young. Still, your friend didn't mind, and the smallest happy birthday from her lit up your nights. You treasured her, so much so that you begged your mother and father to let you attend the same high school as her. You thought they would decline, saying that you were above something like that and should attend a more renowned school - but you begged and begged, knowing you have never begged for anything before. [break][break]
The day they agreed, your world grew brighter. [break][break]
When highschool begins, you don't realize how many eyes were actually on you - so many people calling you names, many girls sneering at your bright, rare eyes. As you developed, you found more guys staring at you, many more girls green with envy. At some point, you subconsciously started wearing baggy clothing to cover yourself up. It doesn't cover you up fully, and the attention only unsettles you a little bit. That is, until you are called "halfie" by your peers. You whip your head around to find who said it, only to be met by giggles and sneers. "We were just joking", they'd say. [break][break]
They said that a lot. [break][break]
Rumours circulated of you, many nasty ones. One day, you were eyeing another girl's boyfriend. Another day, you had five boyfriends across three schools. Another day, you were buying the teachers out. Another, you began sleeping with your homeroom teacher. The list went on, and on, until you couldn't keep track anymore. Still, they never touched you or your face - maybe they knew the repercussions. Still, it didn't stop the occasional girl from coming up to you, calling you slurs, calling you promiscuous for existing, telling you to die. Maybe it was shocking at first, because you'd never done anything, but after a year, you get used to it. You don't like it, but you're used to it. [break][break]
You at least have a friend, you think. You still have the friend you transferred for, and she's the only one you care for. It's alright if you've grown dependent, because surely, she cares for you just as much as you do. It makes it all the more crushing when a changing room picture comes out, leaked to the school, and circulates. At the end of the school year, you realize that the one who spread the rumours and supported rumours, was no one other than your best friend. [break][break]
Devastated doesn't even begin to describe it. [break][break]
You break down, but don't know how to cry. Should you feel angry towards your friend, who sabotaged you out of envy? You ask her why, and her reason was for a boy she had a crush on - because you apparently knew she liked him, and that he liked you. She tells you that you played her like a fool, that she should have listened to everyone else in elementary. She tells you, in tears, that she has had to suffer so much as your best friend. You, tired, in your anger, snap one day. Unfortunately, the snapping is recorded, and released to tarnish your public image. You are painted as a bully - thrown into a scandal. [break][break]
Mother and father tell you to stay quiet for a year and you, reluctant, do. For your sophomore year, you are homeschooled until your agency buries the dirt. Your parents press charges for defamation against the parents of the children, and the video and images are deleted. Within a few months, the media dies down, but you can no longer look anyone in the eye. Everyone else gets off scot-free, yet here you are wallowing and holing yourself up in your room. How is that fair? [break][break]
It isn't, but you can't do much more. Your parents, for once, take the moment to step back. You, who crushes yourself under the expectations you think others put on you, are breaking. Neglectful as they are, they notice when you live with them full time for a year, and they put aside their differences to send you to Canada and finish the rest of your high school years when you're ready. You are sent to your aunt, childless and unmarried, as your guardian while you enroll into Panacea Academy for the coming semester. [break][break]
But you haven't recovered, and you likely never will. Anxiety wells in your stomach and exhaustion weighs on your shoulders, but you go on, because it's what's expected of you. After all, no one knows you, and your reputation does not extend to this new school, or town, or country. [break][break]
You aren't free, but you can be.
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crocheting is something she picked up from her mother. She loves crocheting little flowers and putting them in a vase, because they don't wilt. It's also quite therapeutic for her.
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fashion designing is another thing she's picked up from her mother. She thoroughly enjoys sketching up outfits, dresses, and so forth. Though she isn't as skilled, she can also tailor simple outfits and sew things seamlessly.
crocheting is something she picked up from her mother. She loves crocheting little flowers and putting them in a vase, because they don't wilt. It's also quite therapeutic for her.
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fashion designing is another thing she's picked up from her mother. She thoroughly enjoys sketching up outfits, dresses, and so forth. Though she isn't as skilled, she can also tailor simple outfits and sew things seamlessly.
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neurodivergent due to ptsd caused by both school bullying and workplace bullying. As a result, she struggles with relationships and bonds, even moreso with empathy and expression. Still, she genuinely means well.
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borderline selective mute with how little she speaks, and it's rare enough to hear her voice outside of class. She doesn't go out of her way to not speak, and won't write down her words, but she's more likely to respond with a hum, nod or shake of her head.
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enjoys aromatherapy and tends to have a couple of candles and lotions laying around at home. In addition to that, she has quite a liking for self care Sundays.
[break][break]
has a pet chinchilla that she keeps with her aunt, but she visits whenever she has the time. The little furball is her stress reliever, who she lovingly named Fuwo. The name doesn't mean anything, she just thinks it's cute. To make up for the fact he can't be in the form with her, she made a crochet plush of a chinchilla to keep her company.
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materialistic for better or for worse, as she has an eye for the finer things in life. Aoife is not frugal, and worked hard to be able to enjoy her own life of luxury away from her parents. She deserves to treat herself to something nice now and then, and maybe spoil people just as often.
[break][break]
has sectoral heterochromia in both eyes; the two colours coming out reddish and a bright amber - it creates a unique sunset look in her gaze.
neurodivergent due to ptsd caused by both school bullying and workplace bullying. As a result, she struggles with relationships and bonds, even moreso with empathy and expression. Still, she genuinely means well.
[break][break]
borderline selective mute with how little she speaks, and it's rare enough to hear her voice outside of class. She doesn't go out of her way to not speak, and won't write down her words, but she's more likely to respond with a hum, nod or shake of her head.
[break][break]
enjoys aromatherapy and tends to have a couple of candles and lotions laying around at home. In addition to that, she has quite a liking for self care Sundays.
[break][break]
has a pet chinchilla that she keeps with her aunt, but she visits whenever she has the time. The little furball is her stress reliever, who she lovingly named Fuwo. The name doesn't mean anything, she just thinks it's cute. To make up for the fact he can't be in the form with her, she made a crochet plush of a chinchilla to keep her company.
[break][break]
materialistic for better or for worse, as she has an eye for the finer things in life. Aoife is not frugal, and worked hard to be able to enjoy her own life of luxury away from her parents. She deserves to treat herself to something nice now and then, and maybe spoil people just as often.
[break][break]
has sectoral heterochromia in both eyes; the two colours coming out reddish and a bright amber - it creates a unique sunset look in her gaze.
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