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* JACKSON WANG, the twisted prodigy

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DOB march 28, 1997 YEAR sophomore, visual arts studies major & philosophy minor HOUSING gukwa, double / 102 EXTRACURRICULAR orchestra - first seat trumpet SUBPLOT truth seeker - follower CANON wang

VICES snobbish & aloof VIRTUES disciplined & funny

W I T H I N

Jackson is an arts prodigy and he is fully aware of it, leading many to believe he is self centered. He lets people believe he is self centered and rude simply because he does not care what others think of him. What others may say about him have no affect on his ego, this could be because he doesn't care but most just believe it's because his ego is so large.

He fully believes in all things mysterious and beautiful, he would do anything for the arts. The arts are Jackson’s world, anything that would get in the way of that should be eradicated in his mind. 

As a young boy Jackson was taught in almost every art form due to coming from a rich home, though he excelled in classical art. His biggest inspirations being Pieta and Raphael in his earlier years, he then moved to Hieronymus Bosch and Francis Bacon in his later years for their dark imagery.

The way Jackson receives inspiration for his art and composition is very unorthodox, some might even call it gruesome. His work is often showcased in many art galleries across the world, though not many are showcased due to most of his work being quite dark. Most of his painting in the galleries are from his younger years when his art still remained quite light and by the book.

Though being high strung when it comes to the arts, Jackson is completely carefree in all other matters and will likely be the first to joke about a situation. He’s also extremely self-aware of his self-centered appearance however, it doesn't bother him.

W I T H O U T

Jackson Wang is the only child of a long line of wealthy Hong Kong natives their main focus: art and discipline. It was only natural that Jackson had been born a classical arts prodigy, he practiced day in and day out with the finest instructors money could buy. One would think that the rigorous training his teachers set for him would annoy him, but it only made him flourish. He became a monster of the arts.

Soon there was nothing anyone could teach him that he didn’t already know. So, at age thirteen he took up the trumpet and he quickly excelled to the point where he was unmatched by all his peers. This was also the time when Jackson began realizing he was an unrivaled genius.

After years being surrounded by the arts, his own mind, and no love from his parents, his mind state began to warp. Jackson’s love for the arts began to move from adoration to obsession. His muses became more twisted and dark as years went by. Had he been more exposed to the outside world and had friends, perhaps he could have had a more normal mindscape. But for now he is unfiltered pure artistic creativity.

In hopes of having Jackson become more normal, his parents sent him to college much earlier than some others in hopes of him gaining friends and a more natural way of seeing things. Little did they know that this college would become his playground.

Though Jackson may come across a stuck up arts major, once getting of know him you’ll see he is quite a jokester he loves to mess around and have fun.

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Baekhyun has been accepted!

Name: Byun Baekhyun Group: EXO Human or Android: human Orientation: bisexual If human, job: intern/apprentice at law firm Age: 22 Bio/Personality:

Busy, beautiful, and lively. That’s what described the young Byun Baekhyun, an aspiring lawyer living in the districts of suburban Seoul. His daily routine pretty much remained the same from the moment he graduated high school: class, work, and home. Sometimes he made the spontaneous trip to the coffee shop if he was feeling extra tired that morning, but that was about it. He’d arrive at work with a large, steaming cup of caramel macchiato, greet his colleages (mere acquaintances, really), and get set to work at his cubicle. After work, he settled for a simple dinner (usually it was jajangmyeon, or something of the likes), and hurried home to bed. And that was that. He was content (to an extent), living comfortably, and busy enough for it not too be lonely — most of the time. It wasn’t that he was incapable of finding love, it was just that his schedule didn’t allow it. Besides, he liked that he was more motivated towards finding a steady career, one with decent pay and good benefits so he could do a little for his aging parents whom he no longer lived with. Relationships could always come later.

It wasn’t long before this repetitive lifestyle took the energy out of him; gone was the bright, cheery bubble that was Byun Baekhyun, only to be replaced with an emotionless, always-exhausted shell that sported constant eyebags and unruly hair. He was bored, so bored with the tedious routines of work and school and it took all of him not to rip his hair out in frustration when yet another document is dumped on his desk, extending his over-over-time for another 3 or 4 hours. This was the last straw, and the once-jolly face of a hardworking intern looked as if it desperately needed a freshening up.

He stumbled across a newspaper ad one day, promoting the sales of life-like androids that have recently been sweeping the market. Huh. Interesting. Baekhyun had been about to flick the page without another care, but then the print under the flashy title had caught his eyes. “Custom-built to suit your every need; androids are flawless, life-like, and just-for-you.” Hastily, he turned to his laptop and brought up the catalog page; he hadn’t gotten past the first two when he suddenly realized what he was doing, and almost slammed his face onto the table. No. He was just curious… right? Part of him told him this was so much more than just browsing. Androids couldn’t be lovers. Robots couldn’t have feelings… right? Yet his hands kept moving; he scrolled past endless models, both new and old, doll-like or fierce-looking, and slowly his interest grew. Maybe… maybe he could buy one just for a test trial? Yeah…. that sounded good. Just a small sample for… experiment! And then he’ll return it, and it’ll be over and done with. With an affirmative nod, the male scanned his gaze over the page and picked out one of the models, one that fit within his slightly lower budget. He found his curser hovering over “purchase now” and finally clicked it.

And that was that.

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* JUNG WHEEIN, the free spirit

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DOB april 17, 1995 YEAR junior, music major HOUSING yongdam, double / 202 EXTRACURRICULAR orchestra - second seat cello/women’s volleyball - libero SUBPLOT truth seekers - follower

VICES erratic & naive VIRTUES compassion & enthusiasm

W I T H I N

meet the brightest, loudest, and smallest person in the entire world

she’s the living embodiment of a sunflower, and tends to wear bright colors

wheein is absolutely in love with her cello, and creating music that brings a smile to people’s faces

heart of gold that just wants to be happy & make others happy

The Biggest Extrovert Ever ━ can and will get along with everyone

despite the whole memelord disposition, she’s actually extremely hardworking and intelligent; it’s hard to believe, i know

W I T H O U T

I. jung wheein is brought into the world with a loving mother that cannot stop looking into the beautiful eyes of her newborn child, and a gentle father that is afraid to hold his daughter in fear of breaking the delicate bones. she is raised as a tender flower, showered only in kindness and the warm affection only a parent can offer. like many other sprouts, those that are grown with dedication and showered with love begin to blossom with strong roots and beautiful petals. II. she is a thinker of tender thoughts. she is a thinker of fantastical thoughts. she is a thinker of wandering thoughts. a swirling mind of never ending activity, spreading an overwhelming buzz of childlike wonder with a smile that is not unlike the beams of sunshine reflecting off wild hair in the crisp air. her place is among the peculiar and the curious; singing a song of lilting laughter and glowing compassion that makes jung wheein truly her mother’s daughter. III. the first time she lays her eyes on a cello, wheein falls irrevocably in love with the smooth wood and artistically perfect curves. tiny hands reach out to pluck a string, and young ears hear a deep tone that brings a curl of the lips. she’s already in too deep. an obsession of sorts begins to grow; music is the only way for the sunshine child to truly translate a mind full of disorderly chaos into a beautiful melody for the world to hear ━ the world to understand. for the first time in her life, wheein doesn’t feel clamped inside the endless field of her thoughts, and she loves it. with the simple graceful shift of a bow on strings, a delicate tune flows from the instrument like a river; bringing a collection of beaming grins as the notes dance through the air. that, is what jung wheein strives for. IV. fingers fly across a wooden neck with the familiarity of an old lover, swaying along to the hidden beat. childish preschool melodies have morphed into complex minuets that require precise movements and the practiced technique that can only come from years of passion and ardor for the art of bringing music to life. the wispy sprout has grown to become a strong blossom, sporting the strangest color palette that somehow clashes in the best way possible. it’s a never-ending growth, always working to reach the sun in an impossible struggle; it is precisely the improbability of the task that brings a glimmer to her eyes. V. she’s never left the land of the bizarre, mind and body always in two places at once. jung wheein knows that the world is not what it seems; childhood friends still linger around her, drifting through the air with invisible faces and a faint scent of damp moss. the girl does not fear the unknown, she embraces it. curious eyes continue to wander, lips curling at the sensation of buzzing energy that her peers ignore. perhaps it is the curse of the foolish and naive, to see the best in anything ━ to disregard the hidden darkness lurking within proclaimed allies, and overlook creeping shadows to instead smile at the brightness that was placed there themselves. oh, what a curse indeed.

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* ZHOU JIEQIONG, the bibliophile 

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DOB december 16, 1998 YEAR freshman, elementary education major HOUSING gukwa, double / 104 EXTRACURRICULAR international student society / library desk staff SUBPLOT truth seekers - follower

VICES naive & foolishness VIRTUES soft-hearted & loyal

W I T H I N

Jieqiong transferred from her home of Shanghai to Seoul for school, wanting to get a view of the world that wasn’t too far from her own.

She’s shy, more than anything, but once she’s comfortable around someone, she opens and is awfully affectionate for someone who’s usually hiding her nose in a book and rosy cheeks behind her hair.

Though she’ll never come out right and say it, she’s desperate to be accepted.

Jieqiong is a romantic through and through so it is common to find her staring off whimsically, or in the safety of her dorm room with her hidden stash of erotic novels.

She is a bit of a scaredy-cat as well, so it’s not often that you find her walking alone, especially at night. She jumps at anything and everything, and is the exact type to flail so it’s best to keep a safe distance to avoid any limbs she may toss about.

W I T H O U T

Being the youngest of three, Jieqiong knows she will forever be babied. Of course her parents had in mind what they’ve wanted their little princess to become, but once eight-year-old Jie got her fingers on books, she found her friends, her happiness, her love in those pages. She read beyond her age even then, and now she adores the classics, of course. But ever since she’d turned sixteen and her aunt had given her her first “intense” romance novel, she’s kept a hidden box of erotic novels when she’s feeling particularly brave.

Her closest friends know that she’s rather ignorant to the world of dating and love, but that doesn’t mean a girl like herself can’t dream. She falls head-over-heels harder than what is healthy, and is almost always the girl watching from the sidelines as her crush (completely oblivious due to her lack of advances) sees whomever they please. She sulks, of course, but that’s where her romance novels come into play.

She’s known from a young age as well that she wants to teach. So naturally, she applies for the education program at Kinsang, much to the dismay of the doctors and business men and women her family seems to spawn like baby rabbits. Her older brothers are both lawyers, as well her uncles, just like one of her now-deceased grandfathers had been. Her mother was a pediatrician, her father a surgeon. The kind of girl to cry after running over a bunny, Jie didn’t believe that being a lawyer or doctor was for her. But she adores working with younger children, and she daydreams about having her own classroom someday. Though she’d love to stay in Korea to teach, she’d be content to teach just about anywhere she was needed.

Jieqiong is drawn to the Truth Seekers group from the moment she hears the whispers of something strange happening around the university during her tour. She doesn’t understand why people simply don’t believe in something they cannot see or understand, so she’s very open-minded. So much so that she’s almost a fanatic about this kind of stuff. The kind of girl to assume a creak on the floor in the middle of the night is a ghost or a killer, she knows this group may only spook her farther. But her curiosity always has gotten the best of her.

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* ZHA LIHUA, the perfectionist

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DOB december 27, 1983 PROFESSOR of architecture  HOUSING off campus

VICES impatience & resentfulness VIRTUES compassion & orderliness

W I T H I N

As a rule, Lihua never lets anyone see her without make-up or dressed less than perfectly.

Does not believe in the supernatural but never dismisses a student’s beliefs, having had more than enough experience with what that feels like.

Tends to only give people a shallow insight in her life and enjoys that parts of her can remain a mystery.

Her biggest fear is becoming her mother. As a result, though she carries herself with confidence and pride, she is more than willing to lend an ear or a helping hand to anyone who might need it, especially if that person is younger than she is.

She only drinks wine. Most other alcoholic drinks do not taste good to her, and the last time she got drunk she ended up with an illegitimate daughter, so she absolutely refuses to have more than her limit.

W I T H O U T

The book was loud as it fell on the floor, breaking the concentrated silence that had settled in the living room. Changying sighed and shook her head.

“Again,” she ordered, not a single hint of emotion in her voice.

Obediently, Lihua knelt down to pick up the book, placed it on her head again, and continued walking around the room. She felt her mother’s eyes watching her every move, her every breath. If even a single hair was out of place, her mother would know. This time, the book didn’t fall, and Lihua finished her laps.

Changying stood up and gently picked the book off her ten-year-old daughter’s head. Her long fingers traced a line down Lihua’s cheek. “Well done, my flower.”

Lihua beamed with pride.

She felt the gaze of the businessmen as she poured them and her father more wine. Being watched wasn’t new; it was a social setting where everything she did could be judged. The comments they made - quiet, hushed ones, hidden behind hands and perverse grins - were new.

“She’s still a minor, right?” one of them murmured.

“Older than fourteen, though. Technically legal.”

The laughter that followed never left her memories.

“It is time you start thinking about your future, darling,” her mother said to her.

Lihua glanced up from her homework and set down her pen. “My future?”

“Your older brother has become a doctor, and your younger brother is expressing interest in taking over the company once your father retires.”

Confusion shadowed Lihua’s features. “Zhinu is twelve, mother.”

“And yet he is already doing more for your father than you are, my flower. I met with a consultant and with your current knowledge and grades, it is very possible for you to become successful studying law.”

Lihua thought of her dollhouses and the floor plan of her room where she’d pretend she was allowed to rearrange her things.

“May I have time to think about it?”

“You have until your eighteenth birthday.”

One month.

At 22, Lihua received the first email from her mother in almost a year. In it, Changying inquired about law school and how Lihua had been doing on her exams. The reply was forgotten as Lihua’s focus shifted to her architecture professor.

As the years went buy, she worked meticulously on distancing herself from her family. Angry phone calls, emails, letters, and texts all eventually left her life as she changed her contact details one by one. She knew, as she completed her Ph.D in Architecture, that her mother had given up on trying to find her. When she read online that Zhinu was to take over the company in a few years, she tucked that information away and left to teach a seminar.

Her last contact with her family was when she ran into her older brother on the street at the age of 30.

“I’m friends with the doctor you always go to,” he’d said, and even then she wasn’t able to read him. “I hear you have a daughter.”

Lihua promptly moved to South Korea, found herself a different doctor, and informed her ex lover that he was not, under any circumstances, allowed to let more information about their daughter slip out to her family. He wasn’t surprised and obeyed, and his wife supported him through it.

For the first time, Lihua truly felt that she could live a life away from her family and start anew, and the place she chose for herself was Kinsan University. She doesn’t let the students and their rumors distract her from the liberty she can finally feel.

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* WON JONGJIN, the puppet master

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DOB may 1, 1987 PROFESSOR of philosophy  HOUSING yeonkot, staff studio / 301 EXTRACURRICULAR wicca club staff advisor

VICES fanaticism & manipulative VIRTUES determination & patience

W I T H I N

Jongjin is very skilled in manipulating people and getting them to do as he wishes, bending their will with the use of clever and devious ways to control or influence somebody.

His beliefs in the existence of paranormal and supernatural are dreadfully high; they enthralled and captivated him ever since he was just a little boy. Some even believe he’s able to use magic.

Because of his determination, dedication and devotion, he’s able to solve even the hardest of riddles and even if takes him months or years, he’s patient enough not to mind at all.

Jongjin as a person is fairly secretive, not keen on sharing his life with others unless they’ve earned his trust. This is the reason why people think he has two faces, two sides while approaching people.

He can be stubborn and distant, taking on the mask of a cold-hearted prince, unless you’re one of the very few that are given the chance to get closer to him; meeting the Jongjin hidden under the mask.

W I T H O U T

A child captivated by a certain thing, a child that firmly believes, often grows up in a certain way influenced and shaped by these beliefs, isn’t that right? Outer factors influence kids the same way as parents and family do, if not even more. That’s precisely what made Jongjin into who and what he is right now, allowing him to reach heights others won’t even dream about.  

People thought that his deep love and obsession with philosophy, astrology, nature and magic will fade over time as he matures and starts prioritizing other aspects of life; they were however horribly mistaken. His family, later his teachers and even professors realized that instead of focusing on ordinary day to day activities as everyone else, Jongjin put his interests and hobbies before everything else. However, no one really cared since his school results were excellent and no one had suspected any secondary objective behind Jongjin’s actions. Yet, there was countless of them. He believes that knowledge and intelligence has the answer to every question in the world and even beyond. That’s why he devoted every second of his life to study and research, mostly around the subjects of philosophy, astrology and nature. However, the young man delves even deeper than what an ordinary human knows about and studies arcane arts, witchcraft, spell chanting, even potion making.

Once his school years have ended, thanks to his excellent achievements Jongjin acquired his Ph.D title. The young man become a rather well known personality in the fields of philosophy over the years thanks to the number of extensive and extremely detailed books and works regarding various topics. It’s unheard of for someone so young, still under the age of thirty, to be so knowledgeable and insightful about philosophy, since it’s a study that requires decades to fully master.

Jongjin is a humble soul however, so he very easily resisted the corruption and impure effects of fame recognition. All he cares about are his studies and research but these past two years, there’s been something else. When he became the professor of philosophy at the Kinsan University, his views and perspectives widened quite a lot. He decided to teach and share some of his knowledge in hopes of people opening their eyes and obtaining a finer, greater and superior understanding for the life cycle they are all part of. Such a thing is hard to accomplish with mature people who have developed their own way of thinking or just adjusted their views to fit into the society, but students, those who have the power and potential to change things in the future, are the targets of his efforts. The ones he can captivate, shape and form, before the world has the chance to corrupt them.

There’s one last thing worth mentioning about Jongjin. It wouldn’t be him if there wasn’t a secondary, hidden, motive behind his decisions to teach at Kinsan. Of course he heard the rumors and stories about the unsolved mysteries tied to the university’s history, said to be caused by paranormal or supernatural phenomena.

He’s the Wicca Club’s staff adviser, because he had spent years and years learning and practicing it, so his knowledge is useful for the students that only recently began to get into it.

Jongjin feels and senses the mysterious vibes all over campus and beside his duties of a professor, he’s always buried in research and study, eager to find out everything there is to know about the prestigious university of Kinsan and it’s surroundings.

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* SUZUKI REI, the outlaw

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DOB february 16th, 1996 YEAR sophomore, graphic design major & visual art studies minor HOUSING gukwa, single / room 105 CANON suzuki SUBPLOT the underground - leader

VICES greed & mercilessness  VIRTUES perseverance & determination

W I T H I N

Rei wasn’t always Rei. She was born as Suzuki Nana, the lovely and loved granddaughter of the CEO of Suzuki Motors, but things change. 

“Nana” never quite fit -- it felt awkward rolling off her tongue and into others mouths, so she informally changed her name to “Rei”, quite an ironic twist. 

Mist-like, she clouds and doesn't blind. She prefers to mislead instead of blatantly lie -- what's the fun if you already know the end, after all. 

Rei was beginning to cause too much trouble in Japan: drugs, sex, alcohol, human trafficking, kidnappings, assisted murder, anything on any list and she’s probably either done it, tried to do it, ordered someone else to do it, or has thought about it. 

She's a bone digger, a quick trigger, a good kind of madness: she's hell in God's body. She’s someone you see and just know to walk the other way. 

W I T H O U T 

She’s not Alice, or the rabbit, the Cheshire Cat, or even the queen -- Suzuki Rei is the tunnel leading to Wonderland. A never-ending chaotic hole flowing towards a distorted dystopia with no way to return. But she wasn’t always like this. She didn’t start out wreathing and thriving in the darkness of night and of mind.

Being the granddaughter of a billionaire had its perks: the best schooling, the best tutors, the best maids, the best chefs, the best everything. Which means, inherently, Rei also had to be the best. So she was, but on her own terms.

It was almost innate, something that she was simply born with. With her parents lack of parenting, Rei was able to be truly free. Sneaking out of the house and passed multiple guards became something so simple, she could do it in her sleep. Why not apply that skill to other areas of her life?

Soon after entering middle school, she found herself befriending a boy; however, this boy wasn’t just a simple boy with simple parents. He was just like her, only a complete opposite -- rich parents, but for “bad” instead of “good”. He was the son of the leader of a group associated with the Yazuka, and this son took Rei under his wing. They became best friends. They stole together, smoked together, broke together, drank together, and they wanted to die together. But death comes at different times for different people, and when this boy found himself uptop their high school roof looming over the edge, death had already crawled up the back of his spine and sunk it’s claws in. Rei changed after that: she got better. She went from best friend to new son, because no one was smart or strong or brave enough to face her for the position. And just when everything was finding its place, her parents sent her to South Korea thinking that she’ll “shape up”. That’s a joke. All it did was give her more freedom, more room to network, and more room to do what she is good at.  

Now she is the best. The best drugs, the best sex, the best booze: rebellion is and was a pact between her and life and death.

They say that sinners and saints are cut from the same cloth, but what does that make her? Where do devils blossom?

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* SEON “SUNYOUL” YEIN, the fragile flower

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DOB november 6th, 1997 YEAR sophomore, urban education major HOUSING gukwa, double / room 102 EXTRACURRICULAR orchestra (3rd seat chello) / library desk staff SUBPLOT truth seekers - member

VICES fussiness & melancholic VIRTUES caring & gentleness

W I T H I N

Sunyoul is the middle child and often cares after his younger sister. As a result, he’s good at explaining things at different levels of intelligence, which he believes will make him an excellent teacher one day.

He is what some would refer to as an “pessimistic optimist,” where he isn’t confident that things will start out right, but holds faith that it will turn out well in the end. All you need is faith in Good (note: Good, not God, not a typo.)

While he has patience for days, Sunyoul is fussy by his very nature, and will try his best to preen people he views as his friends.

He is a curious type, both to people who view him and internally. He wants to learn many things, to find out many truths.

Sunyoul often hums while doing things, which is why his nickname can be translated as “melody.” It’s an idiosyncrasy at this point in his life.

W I T H O U T

Seon Yein has always been a kind boy. He was born in a place of unimportance to most, Wando, on a day of unimportance to many, November 6th. He was born second in his family, a younger sister joining him and his elder sister a decade later. Not only was he sandwiched between two girls, but Sunyoul also grew up and into a feminine type. His voice is casted rather high, causing him to speak softly. He never grew tall, causing him to look small. He never became tough, causing him to be gentle. That isn’t to say he cannot be loud, or brash, or intimidate, but it lends a hand to difficulty, rather than aid.

He grew up with a nice household, nothing particularly remarkable to note. Mother was kind, teaching Sunyoul to care. His father was a businessman, teaching Sunyoul structure. His elder sister was sassy, teaching Yein politeness in her wake. Really, truly, it was his little sister that is the most notable. She taught him how think differently, how curiosity is of the utmost importance, how caring was a world necessity, not an option, and how there is just Good in the world, one just hast to believe in it. It was Sunyoul’s younger sister who inspired him to become a teacher and pass on the bright eyes of curiosity and the Good they can find with it.

It was in middle school when Sunyoul picked up the cello for the first time. The mighty beast of an instrument was bigger than him at the time, though now he’s gotten a few inches on it. At the time, the other band kids would joke that he would be squashed by the cello one day, and now-and-days he’s fairly sure that can’t happen (being attacked by  broken string however, that does happen). The cello helps him be a big voice, a deep tune, a large presence. In the loosest of metaphors, the cello was an extension of himself that he uses to be a bigger, more impressive, version of himself. He was quite delighted when he found out his university had an active orchestra.

Kinsan University was one that Sunyoul thought about carefully and modestly about. He (still) doesn’t have a lot  of self-confidence, yet he is super glad he got the chance to apply. “Even if I just apply, there’s a chance,” he had told himself while he fussed with the application. “And that’s what matters. The chance.” The chance paid off, and so he has spent his first year taking the basic courses required for his degree in Urban Education (elementary). Sunyoul is now a second year, quietly happy to be there, helping in the library and diligently studying with friends - both for class and into the mysterious secret the school is keeping. His little sister taught him to be curious above all else, it is only natural that he looks into it.

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* MIN YOONGI, the cynic

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DOB march 1, 1993 YEAR grad student,  music major & visual arts minor HOUSING yeonkot, shared apartment / 401 EXTRACURRICULAR arts TA (music), orchestra - 2nd chair violin SUBPLOT the underground - second in command 

VICES recklessness & lust VIRTUES courage & curiosity

W I T H I N

his music is often influenced by classical composition, and his lyricism focuses heavily on the concept of surpassing struggle.

he’s anemic, and prone to dizzy spells and fainting. quite frankly, it annoys the hell out of him.

he’s hugely debauched, and has little shame in seeking out the things that please him.

where love is concerned, yoongi is far from interested.

as some kind of satirical response to all the religions he doesn’t believe in, he claims to pray to the city’s water tower because ‘it gives life just like a god; and at least he knows it exists.

W I T H O U T

into a family of lawyers, doctors, mathematicians, and other left-brain careers, min yoongi is born. it’s only expected that he grows up to pursue being a lawyer or a doctor or a mathematician or some other left-brain career– but, alas. the piano he learns to play at five speaks to him in ways a textbook never could and he dreams of staves instead of syringes.

thanks to his obvious reluctance to follow the norm, his family stops caring. and, well. it does him good.

he continues to live at home, but picks up every job he can get even before he’s legal to work. he walks dogs, washes cars, rakes leaves, commissions on the side, all even as he’s finally able to apply at the corner convenience store twelve blocks away. he works and works and works, but it isn’t enough; he’s a boy, and minimum wage only does so much, so he turns to means much more promising: drugs. he never uses, but runs delivery, and earns a hefty cut doing it. he does all he can and too much more, from a young age to a young man and by the time he’s eighteen there’s a look in his eyes that’s harder to find anywhere else.

adult min yoongi is hard to figure out, and even harder to explain.

he’s the calm before the storm and the chaos that ensues, all wrapped up tight in one human skin. quietly brooding, bitten nails that drum over the desktop in a staccato one two three four until he’s made himself too anxious to think – and then simmers down only to boil back up again. he’s the rise and fall, the wave that rips apart the shore only to quietly recede as if he were never even there.

kinsang gives him what he needs, and he’s where he wants to be. the timeline of events that brought him there are difficult to erase, so he doesn’t bother. instead, he moves forward, and doesn’t look back.

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* SOL HYUNJI, the nightwalker

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DOB august 5, 1997 YEAR sophomore,  music major HOUSING gukwa, double / room 104 EXTRACURRICULAR women’s soccer - vice captain SUBPLOT skeptics - member

VICES impetuosity & ruthlessness VIRTUES confidence & tolerance

W I T H I N

one day hyunji liked insects; she loathed them the next

she has the tendency to be impulsive, depending on the degree of how the event affects her

weakness: her parents. how does she pay her tuition? her brain.

quick point-out: you will never see her finish any meal (due to her being easily distracted by nearly every thing)

she has such high grades… but you will never see her study. 

W I T H O U T

Ah, yes, of course. The school year has resumed- yet again. Oh, how lovely to see you too… whatever your name is! Ah~ I’m doing quite alright, I’ll see you in piano lessons! Oh– At this point, she could just give up in completing the four years of university. She’s tired. It's literally studying for all or nothing. She is nineteen, after all. She can just work her way up to buy herself that cute little apartment space in Seoul. But then again… there is some sort of fun in this university even though she’s spitting hatred towards the people in it most of the time; people wonder if she even has friends. Did she? Were the members of the club she was in even friends with her? Those type of questions were always asked by people who didn’t know her well. She wasn’t a loner, nah. She was just… a mystery. An unsolved 6 x 6 triangular rubix cube. Now, back to giving up her education: She didn’t want to miss out all the fun just because she’s tired. No way! “One day, it’ll happen.” She keeps mumbling to herself. Every time a big test is coming up and she feels like dropping from the university, she would rest her head on the desk, dream about the life she wants to have, and think of how she would be able to achieve it. How is that, huh? “To study and have a boss work.” She groaned, grabbed her highlighter, and started to reread the whole chapter for the second time that evening. A few minutes later, she stops midway from reading. An idea came along, and she was grinning from ear to ear. “I wonder if they would notice, me doing a certain thing.” And BAM! she smacked the pages of her book together, grabbed a sweater, and ran into the depths of the forest.

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* KIM TAEHYUNG, the party animal

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DOB december 30th, 1997 YEAR sophomore, acting major HOUSING gukwa, double / room 103 EXTRACURRICULAR resident assistant  SUBPLOT clean campus - leader

VICES addictions & naive  VIRTUES fun & caring

W I T H I N

A true extrovert through and through, Taehyung is rarely seen by himself. Some people claim he’d probably burn down the dorm if he was left alone for an extended period of time.

He wants those around him to enjoy themselves, which is his main reason for being known as ‘that one overly lax RA’. Instead of shutting down the parties, it’s likely that he’s the one starting them.

If he had to focus on the good or the bad, Taehyung would most definitely rather focus on the good. Positivity is much easier handled than negativity is.

While he may not be very serious a majority of the time, he is prone to being hurt because he is so open. However, he would rather hide it and smile than confront his problems right away.

Taehyung does as he pleases, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t above being influenced by others. These influences, such as some of the addictions he has picked up, aren’t always good. 

W I T H O U T

“Fuck…” A hand comes up to rake through his hair, his fingers forcefully tugging out the knots that had formed overnight. From how bright his room was, Taehyung could only assume that it was way past 10 AM, meaning he had already missed his first class. Perfect — and from what he could tell, he had missed numerous calls from his sister. He had no doubt in his mind that she was very aware of his usual weekend antics and had tried to get in touch with him several times since he began drinking last night. Any calls that had occurred before that time had been promptly ignored, meaning he’d be getting lectured whenever he finally did decide to answer.

Talking to his sister always put him in a down mood, after all.

It’s not like he needed to be babysat. Despite his partying habits, Kim Taehyung was a pretty decent student. It was really the only thing that allowed him to keep his position as a resident assistant, besides the fact that very few students thought badly of him. The lowest grade he was making at the moment was a C, and he often attributed that to the fact that his philosophy professor was “duller than a rock”. Most of his grades were able to make up for that C, anyway.

Besides, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for him to start out his week waking up on the floor with beer bottles strewn throughout his room. By 4 PM everything would be better, and he’d be laughing and smiling with his friends just as he always was. Maybe even hit up another party once night time hit or even the day after. Wasn’t that how he was supposed to spend his college days anyway — making dumb mistakes left and right so he could feel like he was enjoying himself?

Maybe. Maybe not. All he knows is that if he doesn’t get up and clean up this mess his roommate would be chewing him out soon.