App - Yeo In Su - houseofcards_rp
Player name: Ky
Characters played: None, First app
Character Name: Yeo In-Su
Age: 24
Suit/Rank: 2♠
History:
Yeo In-Su was the epitome of a starving artist. Quite literally.
He grew up in a standard lower middle class Korean family, outside of Seoul. After an average stint in school, he found that the only thing he really excelled at was in drawing. He developed a passion for it. He was always a reserved kid, and without siblings was somewhat spoiled by his parents. But he didn't hugely like people growing up, feeling often like an outsider. So he stuck to his sketching and his music, losing himself in creative pursuits. Due to his shy personality, and good looks, he was often picked on and bullied by his school mates, which made him even more reserved as he grew up.
After he finished HS, his father (who was a factory worker in a food manufacturing plant) decided he would allow his son to pursue the things that made him happy. Which was art. So he allowed Yeo In-Su to attend a middling art college, where he did fairly well.
Except, as his life stood testament to his lack of luck, tragedy struck again in his third year of college. After a late shift at the factory, his father was mugged on the way home from work. An assailant tried to rob him in an alley, and his father resisted. Fearing for his life, and in an act of desperation the attacker stabbed with him a knife, stole his wallet and left him for dead. Living in a somewhat remote area, he wasn't found for several hours, which was long enough for him to die from the knife wounds.
His mother, who had always had a somewhat pessimistic and moribund nature, took her life in the consequent weeks after his death. Desperation at having no skills beyond those of a house wife, and at the sheer sadness of losing her husband whom she'd married just out of high school weighed too heavily on her.
By the time In-Su was alerted of what happened, it was too late, and both of his parents were dead. The blow was too much for him. He started skipping classes, immersed himself in drug abuse to bliss himself out of his depression, and subsequently failed out of college. The money, what little there was, ran out. His parents did not have life insurance, and what little was left in their bank account was taken to cover the rest of the mortgage on their modest house.
Korea has a highly competitive job market, and with him being blitzed out of his mind half of the time, and without a finalized education or stellar marks, In-Su had a hard time making ends meet. After he was kicked out of the dorms, he managed to eat by selling sketches on the street, but it wasn't enough to keep a roof over his head. And any odd jobs he could get would be lost when drug addiction reared its ugly head.
He survived by sleeping in subway stations or under bridges where a lot of homeless lived, de-toxing unwillingly due lack of funds to feed the habit. One night, starving, cold, he fell asleep under some newspapers, to wake up in The Deck.
Personality:
Yeo In-Su is a quiet, self contained sort of person.
Prior to the drug abuse, he was polite but somewhat anti-social. He preferred spending time alone, lost in music or in sketching. It was difficult to socialize and get along with people, and as he grew more bullied the cycle spiraled.
His home life was quiet but primarily average, with a sometimes attentive mother who suffered from bouts of depression or moroseness at times. When she was happy, she took care of him, fed him, nurtured him. But when she was sad, he just spent time alone in his room.
Due to his timidity and shyness, it is hard to see that when he is at peace with someone, and trusts them, he is a gentle, sweet, and warm person. He is considerate of others in pain, because he understands people in those circumstances, and feels sympathy for them. He wants to comfort the people he cares about, it's just that he doesn't really have any of those.
Beneath all of that, lies a quiet strength that survives. It doesn't thrive, it doesn't excel, but it pushes through the night, keeping him alive.
He lacks a strong paternal figure, since his own father worked during the hours when he was home and awake, as opposed to at school/asleep/etc, so he sometimes displays mild feminine qualities as opposed to strong masculine ones, qualities he learned from his mother. Men have bullied him most of his life, so those are not qualities he aspires to, but in some ways is jealous of. Which probably explains his attraction to strong masculine men.
After the drug abuse and the death of both of his parents, Yeo In Su became somewhat jaded, dispassionate, worn out. He keeps people even further at arms length to prevent pain from separation. Because he has never really had someone to lean on, he doesn't really know how to do it, and it's laborous to learn how to interact with people in a personal way.
He is passionate, and eager for beauty, for lasting mementos of his own existence as a worthwhile being. His strongest desire is to make it as an artist, and since his parent's death he wants to leave some kind of permanence of himself to leave behind. Something that will allow him to be remembered.
Appearance:
In-Su is very thin, lanky, and at close to 6 feet tall, it shows. He tends to wear dark colors, and keeps his hair longish, around shoulder length. He often paints his nails, when he can, and has an assortment of silver rings and piercings. Starving, literally, made the thinness even more apparent.
Character PB: Kim Jae-Wook
Writing sample:
It was safe to say his delivery gig was over. He didn't have any means of transportation in his own name, much less a house or apartment, but he couldn't seem to be trusted with anyone elses either. Not even with a bicycle. Delivering milk at crazy hours in the morning didn't suit him, anyway, but driving recklessly down a hill when he was blind from craving didn't exactly allow for safety. He'd been hit with the jitters all day, his hands shaking as he placed milk in those green bags on everyone's gate. It was a good thing they came in carboard, because he'd dropped at least a handful of them during his run. And then the trip back downhill had resulted in him suddenly veering off course when the shaking got too strong, and tumbling over a rock.
He'd rolled on the grass, and while he felt a few bruises, he'd been able to get up mostly unscathed. The bike on the other hand had a bent tire, and the basket strapped to the back had split down the side. He didn't so much care about the job, but since he'd broken the bike, they were probably not going to pay him either. All he wanted to do was to shoot up, and forget all this shit anyway. Maybe buy a ramen bowl, to kill the hunger in his belly.
It was a very slow walk back down the hill, again, dragging the bike with him. But he didn't return to work, to give back the bike. He went to a pawn shop and got a few measly won for it, instead. Enough for a tiny hit, maybe. He bought the cup noodles first, his hands shaking furiously as he handed over the money for it. Pouring the water was a challenge, he had to hold his arm to pour without spilling it all over the table. Then he waited, counted the rest of his money, and then ate in silence, staring out of the window at all the happy people on the street.
He assumed they were happy. They weren't stuck in some quick-shop eating noodles, while craving heroin like crazy. They had jobs, and smiles on their faces sometimes, and people with them. They weren't him. When he'd sucked down the spicy broth, and every noodle was in his stomach, he wandered out again, in search of his dealer.
He sometimes wondered why he wasn't a drunk. It'd be cheaper. But alcohol makes you more depressed, not less. Heroin just makes it all fade into white noise and kaleidoscope colors. Heroin was better. Heroin was so bright it made his darkness disappear.
2 hours later he was sitting under the bridge, his brain a hotpot of colors, swirling sound and refracted light. His pad, one of his few possessions, was tucked up against his stomach, as he rubbed the stub end of his #2 pencil in wild, freeform lines. He'd wanted to draw something beautiful, so he'd decided to sketch a mermaid, but the mermaid had been swallowed by a whirlpool in his mind, so he'd been stuck drawing waves upon waves of spinning circles for 20 minutes.
That's when the pile of newspapers beside him shifted, and a haggard man sat up, yawning quietly. The homeless people always flocked to see what he was working on. They must have been just as starved for beauty as he was. So he leaned over, his breath a nightmare of draconic proportions, and took a peek.
"Why are you drawing circles?" he asked, twitching Yeo In Su into annoyance. "It's not circles. It's a mermaid." he explained matter of factly, the lead in his pencil tracing the wild loops onto the greying page as his hand rubbed silver around his masterpiece.
"Really? Looks like circles to me." the other homeless man said mostly to himself. But In-su slapped the tip of his tiny pencil into the very center of the madness "No, look, she's here. She's swimming. She's just falling into the whirlpool. She's beautiful." He felt defeated, these people couldn't appreciate his work. Sagging back against the wall, his ponytail resting against hte marble of the tunnel, he closed his eyes and let the movie playing in his head take over.
"She's beautiful..." he repeated, to no one but himself.
Why this Suit?
Beneath the bruised exterior, In-Su is tough. He's been bullied by people, and by life, and it's hardened him. He hates injustice, because it's a battle he's often lost himself, so seeing it riles him up, even if he's not very outward about it. While he's not militant, he'd chose the spades because he doesn't often get along with artist types, so he'd be allergic to the idea of being part of the Hearts. He's not rich, and would not feel comfortable amongst the very affluent. As the growing militant nature of the clubs wouldn't appeal to him either.
Also, to fill the role of 'atypical suit personality' listed in the Wanted Characters. And the tattooist apprentice wanted of the spade suit.
How did you hear about us?
Kelsan, fellow RPer in other community I'm in. bitchwithabite and karatofquality in the game.
Characters played: None, First app
Character Name: Yeo In-Su
Age: 24
Suit/Rank: 2♠
History:
Yeo In-Su was the epitome of a starving artist. Quite literally.
He grew up in a standard lower middle class Korean family, outside of Seoul. After an average stint in school, he found that the only thing he really excelled at was in drawing. He developed a passion for it. He was always a reserved kid, and without siblings was somewhat spoiled by his parents. But he didn't hugely like people growing up, feeling often like an outsider. So he stuck to his sketching and his music, losing himself in creative pursuits. Due to his shy personality, and good looks, he was often picked on and bullied by his school mates, which made him even more reserved as he grew up.
After he finished HS, his father (who was a factory worker in a food manufacturing plant) decided he would allow his son to pursue the things that made him happy. Which was art. So he allowed Yeo In-Su to attend a middling art college, where he did fairly well.
Except, as his life stood testament to his lack of luck, tragedy struck again in his third year of college. After a late shift at the factory, his father was mugged on the way home from work. An assailant tried to rob him in an alley, and his father resisted. Fearing for his life, and in an act of desperation the attacker stabbed with him a knife, stole his wallet and left him for dead. Living in a somewhat remote area, he wasn't found for several hours, which was long enough for him to die from the knife wounds.
His mother, who had always had a somewhat pessimistic and moribund nature, took her life in the consequent weeks after his death. Desperation at having no skills beyond those of a house wife, and at the sheer sadness of losing her husband whom she'd married just out of high school weighed too heavily on her.
By the time In-Su was alerted of what happened, it was too late, and both of his parents were dead. The blow was too much for him. He started skipping classes, immersed himself in drug abuse to bliss himself out of his depression, and subsequently failed out of college. The money, what little there was, ran out. His parents did not have life insurance, and what little was left in their bank account was taken to cover the rest of the mortgage on their modest house.
Korea has a highly competitive job market, and with him being blitzed out of his mind half of the time, and without a finalized education or stellar marks, In-Su had a hard time making ends meet. After he was kicked out of the dorms, he managed to eat by selling sketches on the street, but it wasn't enough to keep a roof over his head. And any odd jobs he could get would be lost when drug addiction reared its ugly head.
He survived by sleeping in subway stations or under bridges where a lot of homeless lived, de-toxing unwillingly due lack of funds to feed the habit. One night, starving, cold, he fell asleep under some newspapers, to wake up in The Deck.
Personality:
Yeo In-Su is a quiet, self contained sort of person.
Prior to the drug abuse, he was polite but somewhat anti-social. He preferred spending time alone, lost in music or in sketching. It was difficult to socialize and get along with people, and as he grew more bullied the cycle spiraled.
His home life was quiet but primarily average, with a sometimes attentive mother who suffered from bouts of depression or moroseness at times. When she was happy, she took care of him, fed him, nurtured him. But when she was sad, he just spent time alone in his room.
Due to his timidity and shyness, it is hard to see that when he is at peace with someone, and trusts them, he is a gentle, sweet, and warm person. He is considerate of others in pain, because he understands people in those circumstances, and feels sympathy for them. He wants to comfort the people he cares about, it's just that he doesn't really have any of those.
Beneath all of that, lies a quiet strength that survives. It doesn't thrive, it doesn't excel, but it pushes through the night, keeping him alive.
He lacks a strong paternal figure, since his own father worked during the hours when he was home and awake, as opposed to at school/asleep/etc, so he sometimes displays mild feminine qualities as opposed to strong masculine ones, qualities he learned from his mother. Men have bullied him most of his life, so those are not qualities he aspires to, but in some ways is jealous of. Which probably explains his attraction to strong masculine men.
After the drug abuse and the death of both of his parents, Yeo In Su became somewhat jaded, dispassionate, worn out. He keeps people even further at arms length to prevent pain from separation. Because he has never really had someone to lean on, he doesn't really know how to do it, and it's laborous to learn how to interact with people in a personal way.
He is passionate, and eager for beauty, for lasting mementos of his own existence as a worthwhile being. His strongest desire is to make it as an artist, and since his parent's death he wants to leave some kind of permanence of himself to leave behind. Something that will allow him to be remembered.
Appearance:
In-Su is very thin, lanky, and at close to 6 feet tall, it shows. He tends to wear dark colors, and keeps his hair longish, around shoulder length. He often paints his nails, when he can, and has an assortment of silver rings and piercings. Starving, literally, made the thinness even more apparent.
Character PB: Kim Jae-Wook
Writing sample:
It was safe to say his delivery gig was over. He didn't have any means of transportation in his own name, much less a house or apartment, but he couldn't seem to be trusted with anyone elses either. Not even with a bicycle. Delivering milk at crazy hours in the morning didn't suit him, anyway, but driving recklessly down a hill when he was blind from craving didn't exactly allow for safety. He'd been hit with the jitters all day, his hands shaking as he placed milk in those green bags on everyone's gate. It was a good thing they came in carboard, because he'd dropped at least a handful of them during his run. And then the trip back downhill had resulted in him suddenly veering off course when the shaking got too strong, and tumbling over a rock.
He'd rolled on the grass, and while he felt a few bruises, he'd been able to get up mostly unscathed. The bike on the other hand had a bent tire, and the basket strapped to the back had split down the side. He didn't so much care about the job, but since he'd broken the bike, they were probably not going to pay him either. All he wanted to do was to shoot up, and forget all this shit anyway. Maybe buy a ramen bowl, to kill the hunger in his belly.
It was a very slow walk back down the hill, again, dragging the bike with him. But he didn't return to work, to give back the bike. He went to a pawn shop and got a few measly won for it, instead. Enough for a tiny hit, maybe. He bought the cup noodles first, his hands shaking furiously as he handed over the money for it. Pouring the water was a challenge, he had to hold his arm to pour without spilling it all over the table. Then he waited, counted the rest of his money, and then ate in silence, staring out of the window at all the happy people on the street.
He assumed they were happy. They weren't stuck in some quick-shop eating noodles, while craving heroin like crazy. They had jobs, and smiles on their faces sometimes, and people with them. They weren't him. When he'd sucked down the spicy broth, and every noodle was in his stomach, he wandered out again, in search of his dealer.
He sometimes wondered why he wasn't a drunk. It'd be cheaper. But alcohol makes you more depressed, not less. Heroin just makes it all fade into white noise and kaleidoscope colors. Heroin was better. Heroin was so bright it made his darkness disappear.
2 hours later he was sitting under the bridge, his brain a hotpot of colors, swirling sound and refracted light. His pad, one of his few possessions, was tucked up against his stomach, as he rubbed the stub end of his #2 pencil in wild, freeform lines. He'd wanted to draw something beautiful, so he'd decided to sketch a mermaid, but the mermaid had been swallowed by a whirlpool in his mind, so he'd been stuck drawing waves upon waves of spinning circles for 20 minutes.
That's when the pile of newspapers beside him shifted, and a haggard man sat up, yawning quietly. The homeless people always flocked to see what he was working on. They must have been just as starved for beauty as he was. So he leaned over, his breath a nightmare of draconic proportions, and took a peek.
"Why are you drawing circles?" he asked, twitching Yeo In Su into annoyance. "It's not circles. It's a mermaid." he explained matter of factly, the lead in his pencil tracing the wild loops onto the greying page as his hand rubbed silver around his masterpiece.
"Really? Looks like circles to me." the other homeless man said mostly to himself. But In-su slapped the tip of his tiny pencil into the very center of the madness "No, look, she's here. She's swimming. She's just falling into the whirlpool. She's beautiful." He felt defeated, these people couldn't appreciate his work. Sagging back against the wall, his ponytail resting against hte marble of the tunnel, he closed his eyes and let the movie playing in his head take over.
"She's beautiful..." he repeated, to no one but himself.
Why this Suit?
Beneath the bruised exterior, In-Su is tough. He's been bullied by people, and by life, and it's hardened him. He hates injustice, because it's a battle he's often lost himself, so seeing it riles him up, even if he's not very outward about it. While he's not militant, he'd chose the spades because he doesn't often get along with artist types, so he'd be allergic to the idea of being part of the Hearts. He's not rich, and would not feel comfortable amongst the very affluent. As the growing militant nature of the clubs wouldn't appeal to him either.
Also, to fill the role of 'atypical suit personality' listed in the Wanted Characters. And the tattooist apprentice wanted of the spade suit.
How did you hear about us?
Kelsan, fellow RPer in other community I'm in. bitchwithabite and karatofquality in the game.