Son of Pele

All Girls' Academy?!

pretty sure, it is still happening. we need people so go ahead and apply.@murdoc

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Awesome, I think I will make another character

All Girls' Academy?!

@Lady Hestia@Son of Pele@Volenvradica

Nicky Wang

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Nicky Wang

{"Don't stop, just keep moving forward"}
-unknown

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Basics

Name
Nicholas Joshua Wang
alias as a girl Nicole Jane Wang
Nickname
Nicky, Key
Date of Birth
February 12, 1999
Age
17
Gender
Male
Sexuality
Bisexual
Place of Origin
Los Angeles
Occupation
Part-timer at a music store

Body

Personality
Nicky is cheerful and kind individual but this is overshadowed by his love of flirting and almost seemingly lacking all sense of shame , being able strip into his underwear in a room filled with people but this is because of his problem with clothes. He says if he wears clothes for too long he tends to 'overheat' and become cranky . He is very stubborn and once he sets his mind on something he is going to stick to until he is forced to stop . He can seem vain because of his want to always look good and his seemingly endless confidence but his confidence is merely a façade used to hide his flaws.
Nicky absolutely loves dancing and singing , he would dance anywhere and everywhere with or without music. He hates not being able to dance , his way of releasing stress that is product of constant war to not attack his parents and not start a war in his house.

Nicky doesn't not get angry easily but his constant use of sarcasm sometimes makes it seems like he is angry. In his words ' Am I supposed to hold back this witty and sassy comment because you are way too emotional or sensitive.' When he does finally lose his temper he will want to break the person who had angered him's bones , he doesn't care if he hurts someone badly as long as they don't die or have a life threatening injury. In short don't piss him off or else you'll get yourself pushed down the stairs. This is one of the main reasons he was transferred.

History
Nicky was born to a rich couple on February 12th in Los Angeles, California. To anyone outside they would think they were the prefect family , a wealthy tall handsome man , his equally wealthy and stunning wife and their beautiful baby boy.
But life wasn't as great as it seemed , his father was always busy with work which deprived him of his father , his mother was manipulative and cruel , only getting pregnant to please her idiot of a husband even though she hated children and the thought of being even being remotely fat disgusted her. She hated Nicky , seeing how his father fawned over him and seemingly pushed her aside. The woman's jealousy only grew as Nicky got older and his beauty started showing it self. It made her seethe seeing how everyone who meet the boy fawned over him. She all but stopped taking care of the boy, leaving the maids to take care of him , his mother only taking the role of a mother when her husband was around.
His father didn't even notice so blinded by love for his wife and his want for a prefect family to see what she was. In school he was bullied , his intelligence and beauty caused ire among his female class mates and the boys made fun of him. This made the boy introverted and almost scared of the world.
Bora always studied as hard as possible until the day he was passing by a street performance on his way home from private school. He fell in love at the sight and knew that is what he wanted to do. He begged and begged his witch of a mother to allow him to join a dance studio which the woman let him join , seeing it as a chance to keep the boy out of the house for longer.
When he joined his meet his first friend , Jeanne , a girl with as big a passion for dance as him. They bonded instantly , becoming extremely close in a matter of weeks.
His grades lowered but his confidence slowly started returning to him. As his grades dropped lower and lower Nicky was sent to the boy's school and pulled out of Dance which made him angry and caused animosity to make its way into his already somewhat hostile home.

Appearance
Nicky is a truly beautiful person. He has pale white skin that has a healthy glow to it , bright hazel brown eyes , pale pink lips , a button nose and high cheek bones. He has a slender build but still has some muscle. He is off average height and has slender and strong legs. His hair , which varies in color because he loves hair dye , is currently blonde and reach past his shoulders.
Nicky tends to favor wearing extremely tight skinny jeans and tight shirts with a jacket tied around his waist. He has a necklace that he always keeps under his shirt which helps him calm down.

Extras

Reputation in Demon's Highschool M
Habits
<Twirling and Flipping his hair>
<Biting his lip when nervous>
<Rolling his eyes >
Hobbies
<Searching for music that no one listens to>
<Photography>
<Relaxing whenever he gets a chance>
Likes
<video games>
<Rubik's Cube>
<animals>
<taking care of others>
<singing>
<dancing>
<sweets>
Dislikes
<heights>
<horror>
<being alone>
<losing his friends>
<being bored>
<silence (seriously can't stand it)>
<dull people>
<getting angry>

Grades
Low Cs/High Ds

Relationships

will add later, but if you have family members for your characters you would like to add you can

All Girls' Academy?!

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Mood: Jittery
Location: School Ranking Board → Dorm
Interacting With: No one currently
Outfit

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Kyumin eyes instinctively went to the top of the list of the first bulletin board, and he spotted his name next to the number five. He was always fifth or sixth in the rankings, but he was still somewhat surprised to see it in print. He usually walked out of exams certain that he'd gotten more questions wrong than he actually had. Not that it really mattered. Sometimes Namkyung would call or visit just to yell at him for not doing even better, for not getting into the top three. However, he'd clearly done well enough for his father to pay for another year of school, he was standing there after all, and that was what was important. Kyumin let the tide of his clamoring classmates spit him out of the crowd and then began walking in the direction of the Boys' Dorm. Several people smiled and waved as they passed by and one boy even ruffled his hair, but none of them stopped to talk and he was grateful for the lack of interruptions.

Turning the corner, He had been hoping more people would be present, but it was pretty early. Kyumin always arrived early at the beginning of the school year. Being surrounded by people made him feel safer, shaky as he was from the time he'd spent at home. It would be nice to see the other White Tigers. He wrapped his hands in the sleeves of his sweater and sat down in the seat, resting his head on his covered fists and staring out the window. He was wearing a coat that looked just a little to big on him, especially if he hunched his shoulders, but it covered a lot of skin. He'd probably just get more comments on how cute he looked or playful teasing at most.

Now in the front lobby of the boys’ dorms, he looked through the student IDs in search of his own name. Kyumin, soon found his Id in the middle of the table. He checked the room assignment on his ID: 207; a second-floor room near the end of the hall. If he remembered correctly. It would be right next to the staircase. It would be really easy running up and down from the lobby to the room.

Kyumin carted his suitcase to the Stair and waved his key card in front of the scanner for admittance. The lock flashed green and emitted a soft buzz, and in the next moment, he pulled the staircase door open. He stepped inside pulled handle of his suitcase to carry it up the steps to the second floor. When he reached it, he exited into the hallway and walked to room 207 repeating the procedure of presenting his key card to a scanner and opening the door when the lock flashed green. He stepped into the room and looked around. So far, he did not seeing any signs of his roommate. Kyumin decided to claims the bed closer to the door and let his roommate have the bed by the window, he starts to unpack his suitcase.

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Kyumin Myo

{"Even if you go through dark times, If you keep going you will see the light again"}
-Unknown

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Name:
Kyumin Myo

Nickname:
kyukyu, baby, smol bean

Date of Birth:
October 1, 1998

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Group:
White Tigers

Occupation:
Part-timer at a music shop

Room Number:
Rooms will be assigned, when all characters are approved


In Depth Appearance:
kyumin earned the nickname "baby" with his short stature, slim nose, and adorable face. he has always looked younger than his real age, and his adorable smile could probably move even the heart of satan himself. if there’s no special event, he will just brush down his hair. the bleach blonde strands stand out against his skin even though he is more pale-complected than most Koreans. however, with everyone and their moms dying their hair nowadays, it usually doesn’t elicit any reaction other than a raised eyebrow. his bangs are just long enough to brush his eyelashes. he wears contacts for his nearsightedness, but sometimes you will see him in thick black frames. he favors comfortable tops like sweaters, sweatshirts, and oversize t-shirts paired with skinny jeans and sneakers or athletic shoes. he often wears long sleeves to cover bruises or other injuries. kyumin also likes earrings; fight him if you don’t like it. he has a pair for every day of the week.


Habits | Oddities | Quirks:
Fiddles with earrings
Scrunches face up
Biting his nails
Touching anything that’s cute

Hobbies:
Searching for music that no one listens to,
Photography
Relaxing whenever he gets a chance

Secrets:
He thinks Real Kings is really cool, but he won't say that to anyone.
Sometimes he likes to sneak out of the dorm, and goes up to the roof top. He likes to sit on the ledge and just think.


Likes:
Lions
japchae (Korean glass noodles with vegetables and meat) and any kind of meat
He likes collecting big, oversized dolls
Anything that is unique to him is something that he likes
Has a strange affinity for bubbles
Playing the piano
Classical music
Nighttime
Dislikes:
“you’re so small/cute!”
selfishness
his father
wasting time
hot weather
When people just assume that he thinks he is better than everyone else like some other members of white tigers
Fears:
His Father
Fires


Personality:
upon meeting him, kyumin is what you would call a “smol bean.” he fits the title well; he’s short for an eighteen year old guy, his voice is soft and clear, and his smile could make flowers grow. he doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know him well the impression that he’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, he’s quiet, but he’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. he makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike him and even harder to be mad at him. i mean, just look at him. i know, right?

beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a boy with a surprising amount of snark. he makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments when he thinks only his real friends can hear him make them. he also curses a lot. once he starts pulling out the swear words around you, you know you’re fairly close to him, or at least close enough to where he thinks you won’t badmouth him to your mutual friends. that’s another thing: kyumin is distrustful to a fault. he always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in his eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.

even though he has super-low standards for humanity, kyumi still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss him off. though his oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, he has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. he’s a hardworking guy who never leaves his friends hanging if he can help it. people who make him mad quickly see that he’s all bark and no bite, although he can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. when he’s pushed too far, however, he closes himself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother him, no matter how good their intentions may be. it takes time for him to recover enough to interact with others again.

Place of Origin:
Daegu, South Korea


History:
Kyumin was born on the morning of october 1, 1998 to Myo Namkyung and Park Seonhwa. Seonhwa, or Sasha as she liked to be called, was a korean-american pianist of the american symphony orchestra. she met Namkyung on a trip to korea to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Sasha was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Kyumin was born not even 2 years after they had met. things started out well enough. Sasha came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young son were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Sasha yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. she sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. to appease herself, she began teaching her son. Kyumin learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. his mother stayed at home and raised him while his father worked. If Kyumin had been older, maybe he would have noticed the signs. the dinners tossed into the trash, the untouched pill bottles, the way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at him in a way she never snapped at him if he bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still went. Kyumin was nine.
the loss hit Kyumin’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their son (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Kyumin’s father turned to alcohol. He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the parks refused to completely support them. For a while Namkyung and Kyumin lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.

It wasn’t until Kyumin was twelve and his father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Kyumin likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Kyumin’s father would take out his frustration on his son. first it was just yelling and cursing, but this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. he would be dragged around by his hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until he was begging for air. Kyumin pondered suicide. he would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity he associated with just the good memories of his mother, and he was very good at it to boot.

One day, when Kyumin was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that his father was at work, the man walked in on him playing claire de lune. that night, Kyumin heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later, he tried suicide. it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down his heart, the pills in the cabinet just made him vomit a lot. He figured he should end it before his father found out what he’d tried to do, so a couple days later he attempted to hang himself from the ceiling fan in his bedroom. he didn’t half-ass it either: the knots in the rope around his neck were secure, and he’d tested his weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw him through the window and alerted his father, who got him down right before he punched him in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared his father because kyumin was left alone for a while. He collected himself and reduced his depression from a storm to just a cloud. eventually he began to think about his future.

Though Kyumin made it clear that he wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, his father vehemently refused. When Kyumin actually stood up and argued back at his father about the subject, the man threatened to kick him out if he didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. shortly after this declaration, his father actually got those fucking memoirs published. he used some of the money to send Kyumin (against his son’s wishes) to Sevit academy, the prestigious and notoriously competitive school. And that’s basically the sad story of Kyumin’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– he’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help him in some way, of course.

The time he spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. the abuse continued to the day he moved out; the only difference was that his father could inflict it while sober. Still, Kyumin’s glad that of all the schools his father could have chosen, he chose a boarding school. His father still calls every once in a while to yell at him and tell him he better be making good grades or else. Kyumin still flinches at the sound of his voice. but he’s not so afraid anymore, not now that he finally got out of there. When School is out of session, He uses the money that he saves from his part-time job to rent a apartment over the summer.

Misc.:
He no longer plays the piano, becomes when he does it just reminds him of pain now.
He always carries a camera around his neck, and takes pictures of things he finds interesting.

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@Lady Hestia

Kyumin Myo

{"Even if you go through dark times, If you keep going you will see the light again"}
-Unknown

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Name:
Kyumin Myo

Nickname:
kyukyu, baby, smol bean

Date of Birth:
October 1, 1998

Age:
17

Gender:
Male

Sexuality:
Bisexual

Relationship Status:
Single

Group:
White Tigers

Occupation:
Part-timer at a music shop

Room Number:
Rooms will be assigned, when all characters are approved


In Depth Appearance:
kyumin earned the nickname "baby" with his short stature, slim nose, and adorable face. he has always looked younger than his real age, and his adorable smile could probably move even the heart of satan himself. if there’s no special event, he will just brush down his hair. the bleach blonde strands stand out against his skin even though he is more pale-complected than most Koreans. however, with everyone and their moms dying their hair nowadays, it usually doesn’t elicit any reaction other than a raised eyebrow. his bangs are just long enough to brush his eyelashes. he wears contacts for his nearsightedness, but sometimes you will see him in thick black frames. he favors comfortable tops like sweaters, sweatshirts, and oversize t-shirts paired with skinny jeans and sneakers or athletic shoes. he often wears long sleeves to cover bruises or other injuries. kyumin also likes earrings; fight him if you don’t like it. he has a pair for every day of the week.


Habits | Oddities | Quirks:
Fiddles with earrings
Scrunches face up
Biting his nails
Touching anything that’s cute

Hobbies:
Searching for music that no one listens to,
Photography
Relaxing whenever he gets a chance

Secrets:
He thinks Real Kings is really cool, but he won't say that to anyone.
Sometimes he likes to sneak out of the dorm, and goes up to the roof top. He likes to sit on the ledge and just think.


Likes:
Lions
japchae (Korean glass noodles with vegetables and meat) and any kind of meat
He likes collecting big, oversized dolls
Anything that is unique to him is something that he likes
Has a strange affinity for bubbles
Playing the piano
Classical music
Nighttime
Dislikes:
“you’re so small/cute!”
selfishness
his father
wasting time
hot weather
When people just assume that he thinks he is better than everyone else like some other members of white tigers
Fears:
His Father
Fires


Personality:
upon meeting him, kyumin is what you would call a “smol bean.” he fits the title well; he’s short for an eighteen year old guy, his voice is soft and clear, and his smile could make flowers grow. he doesn’t speak unless spoken to, which usually gives people who don’t know him well the impression that he’s quiet and shy. well, yeah, he’s quiet, but he’s also comfortable in social situations and usually doesn’t struggle talking to others. he makes friends easily because it’s hard to dislike him and even harder to be mad at him. i mean, just look at him. i know, right?

beneath the gummy smile and the gentle and soft-spoken exterior is a boy with a surprising amount of snark. he makes the sarcastic remarks and somewhat morbid comments when he thinks only his real friends can hear him make them. he also curses a lot. once he starts pulling out the swear words around you, you know you’re fairly close to him, or at least close enough to where he thinks you won’t badmouth him to your mutual friends. that’s another thing: kyumin is distrustful to a fault. he always instinctively thinks the worst of everyone because in his eyes everyone’s got an ulterior motive. everyone’s a jealous, greedy, gossiping liar until proven otherwise.

even though he has super-low standards for humanity, kyumi still treats everyone equally and with kindness so long as they don’t piss him off. though his oftentimes bleak observations and pessimistic worldview suggest otherwise, he has a very optimistic belief that things will get better as long as you put in the effort to make it better – whatever it takes. he’s a hardworking guy who never leaves his friends hanging if he can help it. people who make him mad quickly see that he’s all bark and no bite, although he can make someone feel as small as an ant with stinging insults. when he’s pushed too far, however, he closes himself off from everyone and gets more stressed if people bother him, no matter how good their intentions may be. it takes time for him to recover enough to interact with others again.

Place of Origin:
Daegu, South Korea


History:
Kyumin was born on the morning of october 1, 1998 to Myo Namkyung and Park Seonhwa. Seonhwa, or Sasha as she liked to be called, was a korean-american pianist of the american symphony orchestra. she met Namkyung on a trip to korea to visit her family. The two married after only 6 months, and Sasha was pregnant just weeks afterwards. Kyumin was born not even 2 years after they had met. things started out well enough. Sasha came from a wealthy family, and with their help she and her husband and their young son were able to live a comfortable, upper class life. But Sasha yearned to return to the stage, to her life before all of its changes. she sat at the glossy black piano in the parlor and played concertos, sonatas, and waltzes for hours everyday. to appease herself, she began teaching her son. Kyumin learned how to play the piano and walk at the same time. his mother stayed at home and raised him while his father worked. If Kyumin had been older, maybe he would have noticed the signs. the dinners tossed into the trash, the untouched pill bottles, the way she sometimes sat on the piano bench and stared out the window for long periods of time and snapped at him in a way she never snapped at him if he bothered her. She left a note and a promise to keep in touch, but she still went. Kyumin was nine.
the loss hit Kyumin’s father hard to say the least. Here was a man who had given up his dreams of becoming a writer to support his wife and their son (who, if he was honest, had been a complete accident). Here was a man whose wife left him with nothing more than a note, a dead end office job, and the responsibility of a young child. Kyumin’s father turned to alcohol. He quit the office job and began writing again, eventually taking up odd jobs to scrape together a living when the parks refused to completely support them. For a while Namkyung and Kyumin lived this way, but their relationship remained distant due to the drinking and perpetual silence.

It wasn’t until Kyumin was twelve and his father began trying to get his “fucking memoirs” (as Kyumin likes to call them) published that problems started occurring. Kyumin’s father would take out his frustration on his son. first it was just yelling and cursing, but this soon escalated into full out drunken, severe physical abuse. he would be dragged around by his hair, thrown down the stairs, and choked until he was begging for air. Kyumin pondered suicide. he would take comfort in playing the piano in the parlor. It was an activity he associated with just the good memories of his mother, and he was very good at it to boot.

One day, when Kyumin was fourteen and hadn’t been careful enough to check that his father was at work, the man walked in on him playing claire de lune. that night, Kyumin heard the piano being dragged outside, the splintering of wood, and the screeching of strings. a week later, he tried suicide. it turned out that medicine gets less potent over time, so instead of shutting down his heart, the pills in the cabinet just made him vomit a lot. He figured he should end it before his father found out what he’d tried to do, so a couple days later he attempted to hang himself from the ceiling fan in his bedroom. he didn’t half-ass it either: the knots in the rope around his neck were secure, and he’d tested his weight on the ceiling fan beforehand. It almost worked but a neighbor saw him through the window and alerted his father, who got him down right before he punched him in the face. Regardless, the incident must have scared his father because kyumin was left alone for a while. He collected himself and reduced his depression from a storm to just a cloud. eventually he began to think about his future.

Though Kyumin made it clear that he wanted to pursue music at least as an extracurricular if not as a career, his father vehemently refused. When Kyumin actually stood up and argued back at his father about the subject, the man threatened to kick him out if he didn’t pursue something more worthwhile, like medicine or economics. shortly after this declaration, his father actually got those fucking memoirs published. he used some of the money to send Kyumin (against his son’s wishes) to Sevit academy, the prestigious and notoriously competitive school. And that’s basically the sad story of Kyumin’s life. Oh, sure, there are brighter moments– he’s always been able to lean on at least a few people for support, and the friends who don’t know anything about it still help him in some way, of course.

The time he spent outside of the house was okay, even pleasant sometimes. the abuse continued to the day he moved out; the only difference was that his father could inflict it while sober. Still, Kyumin’s glad that of all the schools his father could have chosen, he chose a boarding school. His father still calls every once in a while to yell at him and tell him he better be making good grades or else. Kyumin still flinches at the sound of his voice. but he’s not so afraid anymore, not now that he finally got out of there. When School is out of session, He uses the money that he saves from his part-time job to rent a apartment over the summer.

Misc.:
He no longer plays the piano, becomes when he does it just reminds him of pain now.
He always carries a camera around his neck, and takes pictures of things he finds interesting.