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"NEVER KNEW I WOULD LIVE THROUGH A LORD OF THE RINGS MOVIE.
MIGHT AS WELL TAKE MY CAMERA AND CAPTURE THIS SHIT."
MIGHT AS WELL TAKE MY CAMERA AND CAPTURE THIS SHIT."
» NAME
Seon-min Kyoh
» AGE
24
» RACE
Human - Earth
» APPERANCE
Seon-mi stands at 6'0 feet tall and weighs around 160 lbs. While she looks rather slender from all the baggy clothes she wears, her muscles are toned and well defined from her workouts and equipment she has to carry. She often wears her hair loose around her shoulders and has a pair of sunglasses on her most of the time. Her clothing mostly consists of gym clothes, loose-fitting shirts, and jeans, and lost of jackets or sweaters.
» PERSONALITY
CREATIVE | STUBBORN | PERFECTIONIST | CALM | CYNICAL | HARD WORKER
Seon-mi has been long enough to believe that people are always doing what they can to benefit one's self. With that said, she tries to relieve some of that cynicism by surrounding herself with creative things and other knick-knacks that make her creative juices flowing. Caring very little what people have to say about her, she just does what she pleases when she pleases and where. She loves nature, which is one of the reasons she moved from New York to Crossville, where she was closer to nature without being away from technology.
Seon-min is a proud woman who takes pride in her work. She has been producing indie films for a while, ever since she was in college. Even when people around her told her to give up her dreams, she continued to pursue her dream to become a director and producer one day. She was so close.
» BIO
Seon-mi was born to the Kyoh family who migrated to the States five years before she was born. She was the youngest child of the four children Mrs. and Mr. Kyoh had. Being the last gave her the chance to be more layback. She was a good student growing up, which convinced her parents to let her pursue film and photography in college.
After college Seon-mi continued to film and produce small films that would make it to some indie festivals in New York. Most were received quite nicely by the critics that attended those festivals, but nothing came from them. That was until the winter festival of film in NY that scored her a director job for a Warner Bros film. A film she was going to direct: Seon-Mi, the director. Of course, her parents were proud of her accomplishment and her friends too. Hell, she was willing to move to LA just for that job. Everything was planned. Seon-mi was set to leave a day before the whole town was teleported to fantasy land. Then all her dreams were shattered.
At least she was glad she had bought her own solar panels for home. At least she still had her computers and her cameras. At least she could still capture the craziness and the swords and the elves. At least she would be able to tell a story if she ever got back.
A documentary!
» EQUIPMENT
Seon-mi usually carried a photography bag where ever she goes. In the bag:
- DLSR and Film Camera
- iPad
- Pepper Spray
- Snacks
- Water Flask
- Phone
- Portable Charger - solar charged
- Box Cutter
- Two new daggers she traded with an elf woman for a pair of jeans and a wool sweater.
» PROFESSION
Photographer/Film Producer
» SHARED WORLD BUILDING
Seon-mi cleared her throat and checked the cables before she turned to the elf woman standing awkwardly in front of the camera mounted on a tripod. The elf woman kept looking between the weirdly shaped box and the weirdly dressed woman that was Seon-mi.
"Tell us, Miss Yary, who are you and where do you come from?" Seon-mi stood behind the camera with her iPad in one hand at a handheld mic on the other.
"U-Us? It's just you here. And what is that?" Yary pointed at the camera before leaning in closer.
"Miss, please stand where I marked and look at me while you answer the question." Seon-mi didn't look up from her iPad where she had written all of the questions she would ask the elf woman.
"Um, okay... I'm Yary. A wood elf. I come from the Kyhen Forest. My tribe was a small one, but we were wiped out by a dragon a few years ago. The few that survived joined a company, and now we are employed by Lady Jeneviv Moltara."
"How long was the dragon attack?" Seon-mi finally looked up from the iPad to Yary.
"About 50 years ago."
"50? How old are you? You don't look a day over 20!"
"I'm 75 years old. Wood elves live longer than humans do." Yary explained with a small amused smile.
"I-I see." Seon-mi cleared her throat and looked down again to her iPad. "The war. Do you agree with it? Do you think it will be worth it?"
"Yes." Smile vanishing from her face, Yary nodded sternly. "While it is not a war we were first involved, we all believe that Braspian is not the rightful king and what he did was disgraceful. With that, we also think that the country needs to move on from Kings and Queens."
"What dangers have you faced as an archer of the Wood Elves Company?"
"Many. While we are not in the front lines, we have lost many battles. The one just outside of your town was a much-needed win. The footmen broke through our defenses, and many of the archers were forced to fight without swords and daggers. I managed to kill a few before the enemy was forced to fall back with the few soldiers they had left..." Yary's fingers brushed over the scars on her tanned arms. "We are all grateful for the healers in our army. Without them, many of us would have died from injuries."
"Do you think you will win the war?"
"I'm not certain. We never will be until our last breaths, but we do believe in what we are fighting for. All of the bloodshed will not be for nothing. Even if we do not win, it will show others that Braspian could be doubted, that he could be brought to justice."
Seon-mi nodded at Yary and looked at her again with a small smile. "Thank you for the interview, Yary. I know it must have been strange standing here with me with a crazy looking box, but I assure you that this will be shared. People will see this."
Yary, unsure, nodded, and looked at the box called a camera. "If you want people to see, why not follow us? If that thing captures scenes as a painting does, why not bring it to the war? You said you wanted to get everyone's experience. Why not come? It may be dangerous, but you will not get to see what we go through. What we live. What we have to do for what we believe in."
Seon-mi stared at the elf woman with a blank stare. She hadn't thought about that. She could capture everything. Make a story. Tell the story of their war.
"You don't have to decide now, but know that you will be welcomed." Yary gave Seon-mi a stern nod before she turned around to leave. Just when she was at the door of Seon-mi's home, she stopped and turned to her with a flustered face. "Would you be willing to trade some of your clothing for weapons? You will need them while you stay here, weather you decide to go or stay."
Seon-mi blinked at the question before she smiled and nodded. "Sure, would you like to see what I have?" With that, they walked into Seon-mi's walk-in closet. She spent the next few hours with Yary trying out her clothes while she recorded the whole ordeal with her phone. Oh, how Seon-mi wished the internet was still up. Twitter would have loved this.
Seon-mi cleared her throat and checked the cables before she turned to the elf woman standing awkwardly in front of the camera mounted on a tripod. The elf woman kept looking between the weirdly shaped box and the weirdly dressed woman that was Seon-mi.
"Tell us, Miss Yary, who are you and where do you come from?" Seon-mi stood behind the camera with her iPad in one hand at a handheld mic on the other.
"U-Us? It's just you here. And what is that?" Yary pointed at the camera before leaning in closer.
"Miss, please stand where I marked and look at me while you answer the question." Seon-mi didn't look up from her iPad where she had written all of the questions she would ask the elf woman.
"Um, okay... I'm Yary. A wood elf. I come from the Kyhen Forest. My tribe was a small one, but we were wiped out by a dragon a few years ago. The few that survived joined a company, and now we are employed by Lady Jeneviv Moltara."
"How long was the dragon attack?" Seon-mi finally looked up from the iPad to Yary.
"About 50 years ago."
"50? How old are you? You don't look a day over 20!"
"I'm 75 years old. Wood elves live longer than humans do." Yary explained with a small amused smile.
"I-I see." Seon-mi cleared her throat and looked down again to her iPad. "The war. Do you agree with it? Do you think it will be worth it?"
"Yes." Smile vanishing from her face, Yary nodded sternly. "While it is not a war we were first involved, we all believe that Braspian is not the rightful king and what he did was disgraceful. With that, we also think that the country needs to move on from Kings and Queens."
"What dangers have you faced as an archer of the Wood Elves Company?"
"Many. While we are not in the front lines, we have lost many battles. The one just outside of your town was a much-needed win. The footmen broke through our defenses, and many of the archers were forced to fight without swords and daggers. I managed to kill a few before the enemy was forced to fall back with the few soldiers they had left..." Yary's fingers brushed over the scars on her tanned arms. "We are all grateful for the healers in our army. Without them, many of us would have died from injuries."
"Do you think you will win the war?"
"I'm not certain. We never will be until our last breaths, but we do believe in what we are fighting for. All of the bloodshed will not be for nothing. Even if we do not win, it will show others that Braspian could be doubted, that he could be brought to justice."
Seon-mi nodded at Yary and looked at her again with a small smile. "Thank you for the interview, Yary. I know it must have been strange standing here with me with a crazy looking box, but I assure you that this will be shared. People will see this."
Yary, unsure, nodded, and looked at the box called a camera. "If you want people to see, why not follow us? If that thing captures scenes as a painting does, why not bring it to the war? You said you wanted to get everyone's experience. Why not come? It may be dangerous, but you will not get to see what we go through. What we live. What we have to do for what we believe in."
Seon-mi stared at the elf woman with a blank stare. She hadn't thought about that. She could capture everything. Make a story. Tell the story of their war.
"You don't have to decide now, but know that you will be welcomed." Yary gave Seon-mi a stern nod before she turned around to leave. Just when she was at the door of Seon-mi's home, she stopped and turned to her with a flustered face. "Would you be willing to trade some of your clothing for weapons? You will need them while you stay here, weather you decide to go or stay."
Seon-mi blinked at the question before she smiled and nodded. "Sure, would you like to see what I have?" With that, they walked into Seon-mi's walk-in closet. She spent the next few hours with Yary trying out her clothes while she recorded the whole ordeal with her phone. Oh, how Seon-mi wished the internet was still up. Twitter would have loved this.
