Lemons

The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A

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Many things could be said about Shin-ae Yun. But 'athletic' was not one of them.

Her breaths came fast, hard,, and unsteady, rattling in and out with force enough to shred her throat raw and leave a strange taste in her mouth. The adrenaline was faltering now that there wasn't hell breaking loose all around her. So she was really starting to feel her thighs burning. Every time she thought to stop, to take a rest by the side of the road and lie down for a second, the memory of Meredith only barely held back from ripping her throat out would replay in her head. The memory of frantically weaving along the clogged streets and sidewalks as military vehicles blockaded Manhattan. Her hands would start to feel cold and clammy, icy sweat drenching the already-sodden handlebars. Those people...things could be anywhere.

So where adrenaline faltered, Shin-ae's terror kept her pedaling.

The violin case was something that she'd long gotten used to carrying by now; all the way from elementary school onward, for hours and hours, until if she grabbed only its handle and nothing else with eyes closed, she could still tell precisely what it was by how intimately familiar the weight was; it was second nature by then. But she generally didn't carry it on a bike through hilly terrain while physically and mentally exhausted; so its weight was starting to pull her down as well.

After a hill that felt like it had gone on forever, she finally crested it and spared a single harried sigh at the knowledge that she could go downhill for a moment and could rest her screaming legs. So relieved was she at the sudden easy speed that she didn't need to work for that for just a split second she wasn't paying full attentio, to her surroundings.

At which point someone dressed in some kind of sports padding came out of seemingly nowhere, wound up a crosse, and swung it in a broad, sweeping arc.

"Wait, wait," she tried to shout, but her throat was raw enough that speech had deserted her, regressing to an indistinct croaking noise that did little to stop the crosse from clotheslining her. What little breath she had left her in an explosive oof! and her bike carried on riding itself for a few more feet before falling to the pavement with a deafening crash at about the same time as she did. She clutched her torso where the cross had made contact as she curled in on herself. It didn't feel like anything was broken, she wasn't severely injured, and her heavy coat had protected her from the worst of the impact. But the knee of her sweatpants was shredded, and she could feel blood running from the new abrasion. She couldn't see it just then, but she hoped it wasn't...too bad.

For a long moment, all that came out of her was a long, thin groan. Then finally:

"Whyyyyyyy..."

The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

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Shin-ae Yun

Character Quote: "At least nobody's going to reprimand me for not smiling enough anymore. I hope."

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Character Summary

Name: Shin-ae Yun
Aliases: Ms. Yun, Shinny
Age: 28
Birthday: February first
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Secretary
Languages: English, Korean (both fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Body Type: Ectomorph--that is to say, tall and skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown again
Skin Tone: Warm beige
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long, thin scar along the belly of her left arm from falling off a bike as a kid, pierced ears
Personal Style: Largely due to constantly being required to wear suit and pencil skirt at work, Shin-ae is most comfortable on a day-to-day basis in normal life wearing close-cut and somewhat stiff clothing. She usually wouldn't actually wear a suit out of work, but she'd usually wear something at least...adjacent to one. However, though Shin-ae is many things, she is not an idiot. In a horrible situation like this, you don't wear something that restricts your movement. As a result, she usually wears light clothing like tanktops or tees, often surmounted by a long, loose-fitting coat that she can move fairly freely in to keep her safe from scratches, scrapes, the elements, and so on.

Her hair is long, straight, and typically worn loose, though if she's exercising or concentrating she'll tie it up in a low-effort ponytail. She suffers from unfortunate case of Resting Bitch Face that she has to actively put out energy in order to overcome.

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Psychology

Hardworking * Indecisive * Intelligent * Overanalytical * Driven * Anxious

Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Shin-ae Yun is tired. Mentally tired, that is to say, from constantly juggling so much STUFF in her head. A bit of a nervous wreck as a result of the life she's led up to this point, she is a chronic overthinker, always at risk of analysis paralysis, and as a result, it can be hard for her to make quick decisions. She's not much of a talker, really; not that she's particularly close-mouthed or reticent, but she doesn't feel the need to fill empty space with chatter. All that said, however, what Shin-ae is is very intelligent. With a mind like a steel trap and a memory nigh-photographic it's so sharp, if there's something that needs remembering, Shin-ae will remember it. All her nervous energy can manifest as well in pacing, leg-bouncing, finger-tapping...she just tends to need an outlet for it all. She puts a great deal of value into family, whether biological or otherwise.
Character Alignment: Lawful neutral
Habits: While particularly anxious, she fidgets with her hair or chews on her cuticles.
Hobbies: Reading, violine since she was very young, flower arrangement
Fears:

• Death (obviously, but she has an old history with staring at the ceiling at 4AM thinking about mortality because of her father's condition)
• Medical stuff in general; she's very much a hypochondriac
• Birds. There's no real good reason why she's terrified of birds. Maybe there was something when she was an infant, who knows? She's just...REALLY freaked out by birds

Likes:

• The quiet
• Flowers (her favorite are irises)
• Violin
• Overcast weather
• Organizing
• Wintertime

Dislikes:

• Unfaithfulness
• Mind-altering substances, be it alcohol, tobacco, weed, or harder stuff
• Being denigrated for her occupation
• Being told she doesn't smile enough
• Disorder
• Arrogance

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Violin (as discussed)
• Intelligence
• Computer science (she wanted a job in IT but nowhere was hiring and she had bills to pay)
• Being able to work off just about no sleep and keep going for an extended period
• Intimidation (wholly unintentional)

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:

• Clothing - Black tee cotton tee, black sweatpants, black running shoes over black crew socks (she likes black), long, fairly heavy gray coat
• Backpack - Wallet containing a 20 USD bill and two 10,000 KRW bills, Visa credit and debit cards, a California driver's license, and some miscellaneous business and ID cards. Apartment keys. A few miscellaneous food items jammed in there with little rhyme or reason. Not much, because most of it is taken up by a violin case (with a bite mark on it) containing an extensive and extremely well-taken care of violin (and bow, and rosin, and spare strings) that she just could not bring herself to leave behind no matter how she rationalized it, sticking out of the top.
• Samsung smartphone with an Otterbox charging case
• 3x8 gear bicycle, ash gray

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History

Life Before The Outbreak Shin-ae was born in Los Angeles to two South Korean immigrants, her mother Hanseul and her father Ji-ho. And from the beginning she was subjected to the tiger mom style of parenting, mountains of expectations HEAPED on her. The pressure was monstrous. Things that she needed do. Things that were required of her, or else she'd be yelled at or punished. It can't be said that the extremely stringent rules of her household were ALL bad; they did impart to her a great sense of tenacity and discipline, right out the gate. But that's no consolation for the child at the time, and while the straight-As and violin recitals did definitely impress the grown-ups, they did very little in preparing the young Shin-ae in interacting with her peers in any meaningful sense. This has had a number of ripple effects throughout her life into her adulthood, and yes, she is still mad about the whole ordeal.

The first of these ripples, and the most obvious upon seeing her, is the Shin-ae Stare, that chronic RBF that she puts so much effort and energy into shutting down. She went to Columbia University for compsci, and found hself falling in love with Manhattan afterwards. But god, it was SO EXPENSIVE, and her parents certainly weren't wealthy enough to help her with it, it was all they could do to take on loans to pay for her schooling so she didn't have to. All she could afford was a tiny shitty studio apartment, and she had to find a job right away, even though everything compsci based was entirely full near her. So, she bit the bullet and took a job as a secretary. It was about this point that her father developed a rapid and incurable spinocerebellar ataxia. It's been about five years hence, and he doesn't even know her name now. And that news...REALLY did not make her seem any more friendly or approachable.

She had a bit of a reputation around her workplace right away a hardass who really didn't appreciate her place in the order of things and was acting like a princess even thought she was just a secretary. That damn bitch face. Her coworkers didn't like her. Her bosses didn't like her. Shin-ae has not, historically, been well-liked. Of course, for those that got to know her on deeper than a surface level, their opinions often changed, as they found her not 'the worst secretary ever,' and more a quiet, sensitive individual who just has a lot of trouble expressing herself. She got herself an apartment with a few of them, moving out of her tiny studio into a more substantial two-bedroom, with her two roommates sharing the bigger bed. Everything seemed to finally be looking up for Ms. Yun.

Especially once her housemate Meredith and her discovered that the other was lesbian at once. Nothing really happened as a result--it hadn't been long enough, and god knows Shin-ae wasn't good at making that kind of decision. But it was sweet, at least, and fun, since Shin-ae's draconian upbringing hadn't exposed her to much romance.

Survivor's Personal Journal: How did it all go so wrong, so fast?

It was...what, around noon? A little earlier? I can't exactly remember, time slides away in a situation like that, you know? I was just listening to Mr. King from Marketing telling me that I would be much prettier if I smiled more--what an awful company, though it's probably not something I ever have to worry about again--when my phone received an emergency alarm that...that there was some kind of horrible disease going around, and...stay away from people who had been bitten? Evacuate the city? What? None of it made any sense, but I got the sense that things were about to get really bad. Well, not exactly hard, when Manhattan gets evacuated something horrible is happening.

Point is, I ran out of there immediately, something tells me I'm not going to have to worry about disciplinary actions--and started running home. I've never been very good with athletics and stuff, but I was just so freaked out that I kept on running. Things were devolving into utter chaos around me. I've never seen anything like it before, and though I hope desperately I won't have to again, I know that's probably a vain hope.

Anyway, got home, ran into my room, and locked it on reflex. Which saved my life, because as I was grabbing my things and getting ready to get out of there, there was the sound of something banging on the door. I froze, grabbed my violin case, crept closer, unlocked it, and...

...Nearly got my throat ripped out by Meredith's teeth.

I just barely managed to catch them on my violin case, shoved her back, left aside anything else that I was going to bring--like, say, maybe a change of clothing or, I don't know--either way, it's irrelevant now, because I got out of there and never went back. Our place wasn't far from the GW, but it was so crowded--and I don't have a car anyway--that driving would be impossible anyway. So instead I grabbed my bicycle and made better time than any car. Made it through the checkpoint way faster too, since I didn't have any vehicle for them to search.

And then I just...started biking. Because what else was I supposed to do?

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Additional Information

Theme Song: pending

Extra Information: Particularly fond of 28 Days Later, followed by The Last of Us. Sample post is here

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

The Dead Don't Die.

Shin-ae Yun

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Shin-ae Yun

Character Quote: "At least nobody's going to reprimand me for not smiling enough anymore. I hope."

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Character Summary

Name: Shin-ae Yun
Aliases: Ms. Yun, Shinny
Age: 28
Birthday: February first
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Secretary
Languages: English, Korean (both fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Body Type: Ectomorph--that is to say, tall and skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown again
Skin Tone: Warm beige
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long, thin scar along the belly of her left arm from falling off a bike as a kid, pierced ears
Personal Style: Largely due to constantly being required to wear suit and pencil skirt at work, Shin-ae is most comfortable on a day-to-day basis in normal life wearing close-cut and somewhat stiff clothing. She usually wouldn't actually wear a suit out of work, but she'd usually wear something at least...adjacent to one. However, though Shin-ae is many things, she is not an idiot. In a horrible situation like this, you don't wear something that restricts your movement. As a result, she usually wears light clothing like tanktops or tees, often surmounted by a long, loose-fitting coat that she can move fairly freely in to keep her safe from scratches, scrapes, the elements, and so on.

Her hair is long, straight, and typically worn loose, though if she's exercising or concentrating she'll tie it up in a low-effort ponytail. She suffers from unfortunate case of Resting Bitch Face that she has to actively put out energy in order to overcome.

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Psychology

Hardworking * Indecisive * Intelligent * Overanalytical * Driven * Anxious

Sexuality: Straight (probably, she hasn't thought about it much)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Shin-ae Yun is tired. Mentally tired, that is to say, from constantly juggling so much STUFF in her head. A bit of a nervous wreck as a result of the life she's led up to this point, she is a chronic overthinker, always at risk of analysis paralysis, and as a result, it can be hard for her to make quick decisions. She's not much of a talker, really; not that she's particularly close-mouthed or reticent, but she doesn't feel the need to fill empty space with chatter. All that said, however, what Shin-ae is is very intelligent. With a mind like a steel trap and a memory nigh-photographic it's so sharp, if there's something that needs remembering, Shin-ae will remember it. All her nervous energy can manifest as well in pacing, leg-bouncing, finger-tapping...she just tends to need an outlet for it all. She puts a great deal of value into family, whether biological or otherwise.
Character Alignment: Lawful neutral
Habits: While particularly anxious, she fidgets with her hair or chews on her cuticles.
Hobbies: Reading, violine since she was very young, flower arrangement
Fears:

• Death (obviously, but she has an old history with staring at the ceiling at 4AM thinking about mortality because of her father's condition)
• Medical stuff in general; she's very much a hypochondriac
• Birds. There's no real good reason why she's terrified of birds. Maybe there was something when she was an infant, who knows? She's just...REALLY freaked out by birds

Likes:

• The quiet
• Flowers (her favorite are irises)
• Violin
• Overcast weather
• Organizing
• Wintertime

Dislikes:

• Unfaithfulness
• Mind-altering substances, be it alcohol, tobacco, weed, or harder stuff
• Being denigrated for her occupation
• Being told she doesn't smile enough
• Disorder
• Arrogance

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Violin (as discussed)
• Intelligence
• Computer science (she wanted a job in IT but nowhere was hiring and she had bills to pay)
• Being able to work off just about no sleep and keep going for an extended period
• Intimidation (wholly unintentional)

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Black tee cotton tee, black sweatpants, black running shoes over black crew socks (she likes black), long, fairly heavy gray coat
• Backpack - Wallet containing a 20 USD bill and two 10,000 KRW bills, Visa credit and debit cards, a California driver's license, and some miscellaneous business and ID cards. Apartment keys. A few miscellaneous food items jammed in there with little rhyme or reason. Not much, because most of it is taken up by a violin case (with a bite mark on it) containing an extensive and extremely well-taken care of violin (and bow, and rosin, and spare strings) that she just could not bring herself to leave behind no matter how she rationalized it, sticking out of the top.
• Samsung smartphone with an Otterbox charging case
• 3x8 gear bicycle, ash gray

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History

Life Before The Outbreak Shin-ae was born in Los Angeles to two South Korean immigrants, her mother Hanseul and her father Ji-ho. And from the beginning she was subjected to the tiger mom style of parenting, mountains of expectations HEAPED on her. The pressure was monstrous. Things that she needed do. Things that were required of her, or else she'd be yelled at or punished. It can't be said that the extremely stringent rules of her household were ALL bad; they did impart to her a great sense of tenacity and discipline, right out the gate. But that's no consolation for the child at the time, and while the straight-As and violin recitals did definitely impress the grown-ups, they did very little in preparing the young Shin-ae in interacting with her peers in any meaningful sense. This has had a number of ripple effects throughout her life into her adulthood, and yes, she is still mad about the whole ordeal.

The first of these ripples, and the most obvious upon seeing her, is the Shin-ae Stare, that chronic RBF that she puts so much effort and energy into shutting down. She went to Columbia University for compsci, and found hself falling in love with Manhattan afterwards. But god, it was SO EXPENSIVE, and her parents certainly weren't wealthy enough to help her with it, it was all they could do to take on loans to pay for her schooling so she didn't have to. All she could afford was a tiny shitty studio apartment, and she had to find a job right away, even though everything compsci based was entirely full near her. So, she bit the bullet and took a job as a secretary. It was about this point that her father developed a rapid and incurable spinocerebellar ataxia. It's been about five years hence, and he doesn't even know her name now. And that news...REALLY did not make her seem any more friendly or approachable.

She had a bit of a reputation around her workplace right away a hardass who really didn't appreciate her place in the order of things and was acting like a princess even thought she was just a secretary. That damn bitch face. Her coworkers didn't like her. Her bosses didn't like her. Shin-ae has not, historically, been well-liked. Of course, for those that got to know her on deeper than a surface level, their opinions often changed, as they found her not 'the worst secretary ever,' and more a quiet, sensitive individual who just has a lot of trouble expressing herself. She got herself an apartment with a few of them, moving out of her tiny studio into a more substantial two-bedroom, with her two roommates sharing the bigger bed. Everything seemed to finally be looking up for Ms. Yun.

Survivor's Personal Journal: How did it all go so wrong, so fast?

It was...what, around noon? A little earlier? I can't exactly remember, time slides away in a situation like that, you know? I was just listening to Mr. King from Marketing telling me that I would be much prettier if I smiled more--what an awful company, though it's probably not something I ever have to worry about again--when my phone received an emergency alarm that...that there was some kind of horrible disease going around, and...stay away from people who had been bitten? Evacuate the city? What? None of it made any sense, but I got the sense that things were about to get really bad. Well, not exactly hard, when Manhattan gets evacuated something horrible is happening.

Point is, I ran out of there immediately, something tells me I'm not going to have to worry about disciplinary actions--and started running home. I've never been very good with athletics and stuff, but I was just so freaked out that I kept on running. Things were devolving into utter chaos around me. I've never seen anything like it before, and though I hope desperately I won't have to again, I know that's probably a vain hope.

Anyway, got home, ran into my room, and locked it on reflex. Which saved my life, because as I was grabbing my things and getting ready to get out of there, there was the sound of something banging on the door. I froze, grabbed my violin case, crept closer, unlocked it, and...

...Nearly got my throat ripped out by Meredith's teeth.

I just barely managed to catch them on my violin case, shoved her back, left aside anything else that I was going to bring--like, say, maybe a change of clothing or, I don't know--either way, it's irrelevant now, because I got out of there and never went back. Our place wasn't far from the GW, but it was so crowded--and I don't have a car anyway--that driving would be impossible anyway. So instead I grabbed my bicycle and made better time than any car. Made it through the checkpoint way faster too, since I didn't have any vehicle for them to search.

And then I just...started biking. Because what else was I supposed to do?

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Additional Information

Theme Song:

Extra Information: Particularly fond of 28 Days Later, followed by The Last of Us. Sample post is here

I agree to follow the rules for this RP and understand that if I do not follow the rules, the GM or Co-GM may kick me out of this roleplay.

The Dead Don't Die.

A little bird bump told me that this might be open. Got room for another as you approach this rad cabin?

Lem's Stash

Shin-ae Yun

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Shin-ae Yun

Character Quote: "At least nobody's going to reprimand me for not smiling enough anymore. I hope."

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Character Summary

Name: Shin-ae Yun
Aliases: Ms. Yun, Shinny
Age: 28
Birthday: February first
Ethnicity: Korean-American
Birth Place: Los Angeles, CA
Gender: Female
Pre Outbreak Occupation: Secretary
Languages: English, Korean (both fluent)

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Appearance

Height: 5'7"
Weight: 127 lbs.
Body Type: Ectomorph--that is to say, tall and skinny
Eye Color: Dark Brown
Hair Color: Dark Brown again
Skin Tone: Warm beige
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Long, thin scar along the belly of her left arm from falling off a bike as a kid, pierced ears
Personal Style: Largely due to constantly being required to wear suit and pencil skirt at work, Shin-ae is most comfortable on a day-to-day basis in normal life wearing close-cut and somewhat stiff clothing. She usually wouldn't actually wear a suit out of work, but she'd usually wear something at least...adjacent to one. However, though Shin-ae is many things, she is not an idiot. In a horrible situation like this, you don't wear something that restricts your movement. As a result, she usually wears light clothing like tanktops or tees, often surmounted by a long, loose-fitting coat that she can move fairly freely in to keep her safe from scratches, scrapes, the elements, and so on.

Her hair is long, straight, and typically worn loose, though if she's exercising or concentrating she'll tie it up in a low-effort ponytail. She suffers from unfortunate case of Resting Bitch Face that she has to actively put out energy in order to overcome.

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Psychology

Hardworking * Indecisive * Intelligent * Overanalytical * Driven * Anxious

Sexuality: Straight (probably, she hasn't thought about it much)
Relationship Status: Single
Personality: Shin-ae Yun is tired. Mentally tired, that is to say, from constantly juggling so much STUFF in her head. A bit of a nervous wreck as a result of the life she's led up to this point, she is a chronic overthinker, always at risk of analysis paralysis, and as a result, it can be hard for her to make quick decisions. She's not much of a talker, really; not that she's particularly close-mouthed or reticent, but she doesn't feel the need to fill empty space with chatter. All that said, however, what Shin-ae is is very intelligent. With a mind like a steel trap and a memory nigh-photographic it's so sharp, if there's something that needs remembering, Shin-ae will remember it. All her nervous energy can manifest as well in pacing, leg-bouncing, finger-tapping...she just tends to need an outlet for it all. She puts a great deal of value into family, whether biological or otherwise.
Character Alignment: Lawful neutral
Habits: While particularly anxious, she fidgets with her hair or chews on her cuticles.
Hobbies: Reading, violine since she was very young, flower arrangement
Fears:

• Death (obviously, but she has an old history with staring at the ceiling at 4AM thinking about mortality because of her father's condition)
• Medical stuff in general; she's very much a hypochondriac
• Birds. There's no real good reason why she's terrified of birds. Maybe there was something when she was an infant, who knows? She's just...REALLY freaked out by birds

Likes:

• The quiet
• Flowers (her favorite are irises)
• Violin
• Overcast weather
• Organizing
• Wintertime

Dislikes:

• Unfaithfulness
• Mind-altering substances, be it alcohol, tobacco, weed, or harder stuff
• Being denigrated for her occupation
• Being told she doesn't smile enough
• Disorder
• Arrogance

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Skills

Pre Outbreak Skills:

• Violin (as discussed)
• Intelligence
• Computer science (she wanted a job in IT but nowhere was hiring and she had bills to pay)
• Being able to work off just about no sleep and keep going for an extended period
• Intimidation (wholly unintentional)

Post Outbreak Skills:

What Do They Carry On Them:
This includes your clothing, jewelry, your wallet, your id, your keys; cash (denote which country), a picture, lighter, cigarettes, weapons you may carry, shoes, purse, bag, pistol and so forth. If it is not listed you are not carrying it. Again, keep it grounded in the real world. Limited to spots provided.

• Clothing - Black tee cotton tee, black sweatpants, black running shoes over black crew socks (she likes black), long, fairly heavy gray coat
• Backpack - Wallet containing a 20 USD bill and two 10,000 KRW bills, Visa credit and debit cards, a California driver's license, and some miscellaneous business and ID cards. Apartment keys. A few miscellaneous food items jammed in there with little rhyme or reason. Not much, because most of it is taken up by a violin case (with a bite mark on it) containing an extensive and extremely well-taken care of violin (and bow, and rosin, and spare strings) that she just could not bring herself to leave behind no matter how she rationalized it, sticking out of the top.
• Samsung smartphone with an Otterbox charging case

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History

Life Before The Outbreak Shin-ae was born in Los Angeles to two South Korean immigrants, her mother Hanseul and her father Ji-ho. And from the beginning she was subjected to the tiger mom style of parenting, mountains of expectations HEAPED on her. The pressure was monstrous. Things that she needed do. Things that were required of her, or else she'd be yelled at or punished. It can't be said that the extremely stringent rules of her household were ALL bad; they did impart to her a great sense of tenacity and discipline, right out the gate. But that's no consolation for the child at the time, and while the straight-As and violin recitals did definitely impress the grown-ups, they did very little in preparing the young Shin-ae in interacting with her peers in any meaningful sense. This has had a number of ripple effects throughout her life into her adulthood, and yes, she is still mad about the whole ordeal.

The first of these ripples, and the most obvious upon seeing her, is the Shin-ae Stare, that chronic RBF that she puts so much effort and energy into shutting down. She went to Columbia University for compsci, and found hself falling in love with Manhattan afterwards. But god, it was SO EXPENSIVE, and her parents certainly weren't wealthy enough to help her with it, it was all they could do to take on loans to pay for her schooling so she didn't have to. All she could afford was a tiny shitty studio apartment, and she had to find a job right away, even though everything compsci based was entirely full near her. So, she bit the bullet and took a job as a secretary. It was about this point that her father developed a rapid and incurable spinocerebellar ataxia. It's been about five years hence, and he doesn't even know her name now. And that news...REALLY did not make her seem any more friendly or approachable.

She had a bit of a reputation around her workplace right away a hardass who really didn't appreciate her place in the order of things and was acting like a princess even thought she was just a secretary. That damn bitch face. Her coworkers didn't like her. Her bosses didn't like her. Shin-ae has not, historically, been well-liked. Of course, for those that got to know her on deeper than a surface level, their opinions often changed, as they found her not 'the worst secretary ever,' and more a quiet, sensitive individual who just has a lot of trouble expressing herself. She got herself an apartment with a few of them, moving out of her tiny studio into a more substantial two-bedroom, with her two roommates sharing the bigger bed. Everything seemed to finally be looking up for Ms. Yun.

Survivor's Personal Journal: How did it all go so wrong, so fast?

It was...what, around noon? A little earlier? I can't exactly remember, time slides away in a situation like that, you know? I was just listening to Mr. King from Marketing telling me that I would be much prettier if I smiled more--what an awful company, though it's probably not something I ever have to worry about again--when my phone received an emergency alarm that...that there was some kind of horrible disease going around, and...stay away from people who had been bitten? Evacuate the city? What? None of it made any sense, but I got the sense that things were about to get really bad. Well, not exactly hard, when Manhattan gets evacuated something horrible is happening.

Point is, I ran out of there immediately, something tells me I'm not going to have to worry about disciplinary actions--and started running home. I've never been very good with athletics and stuff, but I was just so freaked out that I kept on running. Things were devolving into utter chaos around me. I've never seen anything like it before, and though I hope desperately I won't have to again, I know that's probably a vain hope.

Anyway, got home, ran into my room, and locked it on reflex. Which saved my life, because as I was grabbing my things and getting ready to get out of there, there was the sound of something banging on the door. I froze, grabbed my violin case, crept closer, unlocked it, and...

...Nearly got my throat ripped out by Meredith's teeth.

I just barely managed to catch them on my violin case, shoved her back, left aside anything else that I was going to bring--like, say, maybe a change of clothing or, I don't know--either way, it's irrelevant now, because I got out of there and never went back. Our place wasn't far from the GW, but it was so crowded--and I don't have a car anyway--that driving would be impossible anyway. So instead I grabbed my bicycle and made better time than any car. Made it through the checkpoint way faster too, since I didn't have any vehicle for them to search.

And then I just...started biking. Because what else was I supposed to do?

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The Dead Don't Die.

Oh hey neat, time to make cannon fodder and die

Wardens of the Glade: A Light Fantasy RP

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Lina caught the bag that candy-lady threw her with a deft hand, electing instead of immediately replying to her question to pop one of them into her mouth and--instead of letting it sit there as hard candy would dictate--bite down on it with a loud crunch. Her eyes leapt open, and the smile on her face somehow grew even wider. Palming another candy for later, she passed the bag back over to the other girl (even if she'd been given the go-ahead to have as much as she wanted, it still felt wrong to take more than one or two!), gave the candy another loud chomp, swallowed, and finally spoke in a chirpy, bubbly voice that sounded like it was coming from someone half her age.

“Oh, that's tasty! Wish I'd been allowed these at home, I'd have never eaten anything else!” Then, after, “Yep, Ariesca! Lina Ariesca. Nice to meet you!”

Upon being asked about her swordplay, she unsheathed the two again, checked around her to make sure she wasn't about to cut some poor innocent person, then performed what she thought the girl was referring to in steps: lunging forward with her right hand, she flicked her other sword up to ward off an imaginary blow to the neck coming from her right--which positioned it almost perfectly for a quick swipe to follow up previous one, which in turn made room to bring the first hand up again in a more traditional block.

Bouncing backwards out of her stance, she shifted her grip on the right-hand sword far enough down to expose enough to grip, then held it out in offer. “Feel free to take a look!” Upon making the handoff, she tossed the other up and down in her hand once or twice before holding it out in front of her with both hands. “Weight is shifted juuust a bit closer to the hand for easier maneuverability, and...” she ran her finger down the fuller, and the bevels lit up for the briefest moment with flickering firelight before snuffing themselves out again, “...it's specially made so that heat doesn't destroy the temper!”

With that she sheathed it again, clasped her hands behind her back, and rocked back on her heels, eye passing to the crest she spied emblazoned on the brooch that pinned the taller girl's shoulder cloak. She peered at it, eyes narrowing a moment and mouth quirking in confusion as she thought back over her lessons on nobility. No, it wasn't Itenaian, she knew that, so it was probably Atutanian. Which...she knew a lot less about, since she'd never actually paid attention to those lessons. Another moment passed before she gave up trying to remember and her gaze returned to meet the other girl's.

“Can't remember my lessons on Atutanian families, so I can't guess your family like you guessed mine. Something knightly, I think? But I'm not quite sure, sorry!”

The open, guileless smile returned to her face and she stood up tall again, cocking her head slightly as she flipped her long ponytail behind her. “So, miss knight, wanna tell me your name?”

Umbra Rose Condos

Oh my god it took me forever to find that font again for the bit.

Umbra Rose Condos

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Streets of Mantleville
Interacting with: @Massasauga Rebecca @CitrusArms Yumeiko no Yumi-chan}

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"It's less about having the documents to change and more just...what I'm used to, y'know?"

Velvet blew a breath out, spat out some hair, let out a soft laugh. "I mean, if you think about it, my name was only Alviva for what, a hundred years, two hundred? It's been a long time since I've gone by that name. Not that I mind it, really, it's just been a while."

She cast her eyes up to the darkening skies as the trio began their walk back to the condo, Japanese food in tow. "I mean, there's only one document that I even have, and that's the fake ID that the condos gave me when I said I was getting a job. Well, and the employment documents and all." It had been so long since anybody had commented on the name Alviva. It was kinda neat. Shit, it's not like it would hurt anything to just fuck around, right?

Hopping forwards a bit, she playfully bumped into Yumi-chan (careful not to let the bag fall, oh my god, Miyuki would murder her and wait for her to reform before murdering her again), a fangy grin on her face and eyes twinkling with mischief. "But like, whatever, right? Not like I need to actually change my name on any documents, really. So sure, might as well, let's see what happens! You know what they say, out with the old, in with the...uh...older!"

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Streets of Mantleville
Interacting with: @Massasauga Rebecca @CitrusArms Yumeiko no Yumi-chan}

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"Hmm, war," Alviva mused to herself. "I dunno, once you watch strategy like at Agincourt or the Hundred Years War, it all feels kinda borin,' you know? Though being mostly immortal does tend to change your opinions on these things."

A pause.

"Was that insensitive? I feel like that was insensitive."

Shoujo⁴: Hatsukoi Reunion

I mean I still love this and Fey is pretty fond of it I think, I think it's just kinda...in a holding pattern right now since there are one or two posts being waited on.