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Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

Alrighty do! Figured I'd ask just to keep things straight for myself, not that it'd matter too much for Beks since she's a bit of a polyglot anyway. I'll wait for NiceSpice to put something up, but I'm excited to see how my bread roll gets along with everyone!

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

Rebekah Yeorim Byun

_{Rebekah Yeorim Byun
152cm ◆ 4th August ◆ 20}

Gender

Female

Occupation

Patissier (Applied)

Appearance

A short woman trying to make the best of all her height, Bekah stands as tall and proud as she can with her head held high (usually because she has to look up to people to talk to them anyways). When she walks, she's gotten used to pumping her legs and moving fast, easily shifting her weight from one foot to the next as she stays light on her feet. Her casual style is fairly urban, preferring loose and baggy tops for comfort and tight bottoms (often athletic wear of some sort) for movement.

Personlity

Just like her favorite candies, Bekah has a very sweet-and-sour temperament. She has little patience for strangers, lesser still for people she finds annoying, and her fuse is almost non-existent for those who actively disrespect her or her friends. To people she finds tolerable and can tolerate her in kind, they will find a loyal, considerate, and caring friend. Regardless of who a person may be however, she remains ever full of snark and sarcasm and has a hard time turning that switch off which has led to numerous misunderstandings and disagreements that could have otherwise been easily avoided. She also happens to have a love of all things cute, which drew her into applying for Cafe Creme.

Background

The middle child of a Korean father and French mother, Bekah was raised in Sweden and lived most of her life abroad in an international boarding school. Never having a sense of identity or of home, she spent most of her early life absorbing the ideas, goals, and habits of those around her which strangely enough led to the first passion that allowed her to establish her own individuality: dancing.

There were no language barriers to cross aside from what she could convey through pure movement, no million-and-one social niceties she had to learn and observe aside from those she could break in the joy and ecstasy of performing on a stage, dancing gave her an outlet to express a version of herself that she didn't know existed. That independence and freedom gave her the courage to explore more aspects about herself and to try and connect deeper with her parents and their own cultures, which eventually led her to her second passion: baking.

Despite her mother once simply being an English tutor, she also once had aspirations of becoming a world-renowned baker and tried to share that love with her children, which really didn't take with any of them aside from Bekah, and even then only later in life. Still, that persistent joy that resided in her mother eventually became inherited by Rebekah and would lead her to apply to a culinary school with an emphasis on pastries after graduating from high school.

Now having just recently finished her courses and set upon the world with new desires, she finds herself standing in front of the cafe where she would hopefully work as the first job in her professional career.

Color of Uniform

Medium Spring Green

Other

◇ Stopped attending dance workshops in culinary school, but has started to pick up classes again
◇ Her favorite dessert is her mother's summer strawberry-and-cream cake
◇ Like her siblings and father, her hair color is actually brown, but she regularly dyes it blonde

Bonus Videos

◇ Melvin Timtim - Okay
◇ Sienna Lalau - Bartier Cardi
◇ Trevor Takemoto - No Less

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

Ah, something I wanted to ask before I get to creating anything is that so far everyone has been speaking English inside the cafe right?

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

I figured you'd want someone to come in and apply for a position rather than someone who's already attached to the cafe.

And Beks has had customer facing experience before! She does have a professional side to her that she brings out when she gets serious, she just happens to also be a smol bread roll that is also bredy 2 FITE

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I'm glad you like it! I can't actually take too much credit for it though as it's something I stole off of an RP I did a long time ago and adjusted to my own tastes.

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

Rebekah Yeorim Byun

_{Rebekah Yeorim Byun
152cm ◆ 4th August ◆ 20}

Gender

Female

Occupation

Patissier (Applied)

Appearance

A short woman trying to make the best of all her height, Bekah stands as tall and proud as she can with her head held high (usually because she has to look up to people to talk to them anyways). When she walks, she's gotten used to pumping her legs and moving fast, easily shifting her weight from one foot to the next as she stays light on her feet. Her casual style is fairly urban, preferring loose and baggy tops for comfort and tight bottoms (often athletic wear of some sort) for movement.

Personlity

Just like her favorite candies, Bekah has a very sweet-and-sour temperament. She has little patience for strangers, lesser still for people she finds annoying, and her fuse is almost non-existent for those who actively disrespect her or her friends. To people she finds tolerable and can tolerate her in kind, they will find a loyal, considerate, and caring friend. Regardless of who a person may be however, she remains ever full of snark and sarcasm and has a hard time turning that switch off which has led to numerous misunderstandings and disagreements that could have otherwise been easily avoided. She also happens to have a love of all things cute, which drew her into applying for Cafe Creme.

Background

The middle child of a Korean father and French mother, Bekah was raised in Sweden and lived most of her life abroad in an international boarding school. Never having a sense of identity or of home, she spent most of her early life absorbing the ideas, goals, and habits of those around her which strangely enough led to the first passion that allowed her to establish her own individuality: dancing.

There were no language barriers to cross aside from what she could convey through pure movement, no million-and-one social niceties she had to learn and observe aside from those she could break in the joy and ecstasy of performing on a stage, dancing gave her an outlet to express a version of herself that she didn't know existed. That independence and freedom gave her the courage to explore more aspects about herself and to try and connect deeper with her parents and their own cultures, which eventually led her to her second passion: baking.

Despite her mother once simply being an English tutor, she also once had aspirations of becoming a world-renowned baker and tried to share that love with her children, which really didn't take with any of them aside from Bekah, and even then only later in life. Still, that persistent joy that resided in her mother eventually became inherited by Rebekha and would lead her to apply to a culinary school with an emphasis on pastries after graduating from high school.

Now having just recently finished her courses and set upon the world with new desires, she finds herself standing in front of the cafe where she would hopefully work as the first job in her professional career.

Color of Uniform

Medium Spring Green

Other

◇ Stopped attending dance workshops in culinary school, but has started to pick up classes again
◇ Her favorite dessert is her mother's summer strawberry-and-cream cake
◇ Like her siblings and father, her hair color is actually brown, but she regularly dyes it blonde

Bonus Videos

◇ Melvin Timtim - Okay
◇ Sienna Lalau - Bartier Cardi
◇ Trevor Takemoto - No Less

Café Crème, the Catmaid Café! ♥

Would this still be open to an assistant patissier?

The Darkness Encroaches

_{The Light's My Shepherd
Psalm 23}

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A voice, calm and professional, a voice that bespoke of experience and one that sounded far from home reached out to Rowena as she was in the midst of setting a man's shoulder back into place. She didn't bother turning around to look at the voice, trusting that they would set out do what they had promised. Instead, she raised her own voice slightly higher in the hymn, singing "Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, yet will I fear no ill," in response with a resounding crack as she righted the man's shoulder.

As she moved from body to body, she noted with some satisfaction and comfort the other voices that had begun to join her in the hymns, clinging to their spiritual bastions in this dark moment. Their voices were like newborn lambs, wobbling and shaking, but growing stronger with every note and with every voice that joined their impromptu choir. A few of the more able bodied passengers even approached the young acolyte, offering to help in whatever capacity they could. She had the most collected among them help with the more delicate operations, a few to collect supplies such as clean cloth, thread, sturdy pieces of scrap, and other things of that nature, but with most of the others Rowena sent them out to offer whatever comfort they could provide to those who were more suffering in mind and soul rather than in flesh and bone.

Her work quickly took her outside the carriage, helping those who were unfortunate enough to be thrown out of the, apparently, two carraiges that had turned over. It is there another odd voice found her, this time her hands occupied in stiching together a woman who had the poor luck to have a large diagonal gash almost across the entirety of her tricep. This time the voice was stern, cool, carrying itself with the grace of age. His words made him out to be another member of the church, which only prompted Rowena to quickly and eagerly finish the operation with a final knot before leaving the patient in the quiet care of her husband.

Rowena retrieved her weaponry from the ground where they rested and rose to face the voice of man who looked to be no older than fifty dressed in the garb of a holy Investigator. She quickly gave a small bow in deference, wiping her hands on a black cossack that was already marred with blood, the red tabard with its white flame adorning her front similarly painted. "Unfortunately no, Father, I was out of sorts during the actual crash," she replied, her voice soft yet still strong. "All I know is that one moment we were well on our way, the next I found myself lying down on what was formerly the wall of my carriage. Ah, but forgive me for my poor manners, I am not yet a Sister, but a novice that still has to fully take all my vows. Rowena of Roekirk, at your service."

As engrossed as she was in her efforts, she gave little thought to those who lay in the other carriages seeing as how many of them were still firmly placed on the steel tracks which admittedly filled her with some amount of shame. "Is everyone towards the front alright? I'm hoping most of the worst injuries are located here, but I should set up a station towards the center if there are any that require aid in the other carriages."

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Rowena of Roekirk Song List

◇ Bach Cantata, Gottes zeit ist allerbeste zeit, God's time is the best time, Funeral
◇ Shostakovich, Piano Trio #2, Frantic
◇ Hymn of the Cherubim