# 𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄 ⸻ [ the essence of someone who lights up a room with their presence & personality ] ; a multi - muse writing blog dependent on @vigilantefm and penned by alicia . please do not interact if you are not a part of the same group !
⁺ ⠀ ace st. clair ⠀, twenty4. football player. ﹕ introduction.
⁺ ⠀ elias hyun , twenty6. comedian. ﹕ introduction.
⁺ ⠀ noah park , twenty8. dancer. ﹕ introduction.
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open starter ; for all .
location ; gwen's place . connections can be assumed .
ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ “ you know , i've been thinkin' i should do something a little more reckless, ” she said , turning to look at the other . “ i'm getting real sick of seeing all those gossip articles still talking about those pictures and how hollywood's golden girl has been corrupted . i mean , its been like . . . weeks , ” gwen stated , shaking her head . didn't they have anything better to do with their time ? why were people so hung up on her image still ? gwen wondered if she'd ever fully shed the image she'd held for years . “ what do you think i should do ? ”
elias listens — actually listens — for once . ( and , honestly , that’s rare — his favorite sound is , undeniably , his own voice ) . only when the pause stretches long enough to feel like an invitation does a grin flicker to life — dimples cutting deep , head tilting just enough to sell the fake - serious act . “ kim , there’s people that are dying , ” deadpans , but the grin tugging at the corner of his mouth betrays him . “ no , but , real talk , ” continues , grin settling into something softer , “ why even bother proving them wrong ? like , who cares ? if you’re done with the ‘ golden girl ’ shtick , then … be done . just stop reading that shit . like , seriously . those gossip writers ? they’re just karens over at beverlymedia whose whole job is to sit around and talk shit . they don’t know you . they don’t own you . and they definitely don’t matter . just walk away from the screen , bestie , ” pauses for effect , one hand waving vaguely in the air , trying to catch the right words , ( but really , he’s just quoting tyler the creator’s tweet and fully expecting her to either get it or roll her eyes at him ) , “ walk away from the screen , like , close your eyes . it’s literally that easy . ”
· open starter , assume connections !
· located at the mailbox closest to her residence .
“ oh , stop your yapping , nosferatu . ” they command the yorkie located at her feet , who is barking continuously at the other's sudden appearance . “ — he's not a fan of people . ” just as she ! hand tugs on the leash while the other closes the door to the opening of her mailbox , shuffling the envelopes now in their grasp . “ have we met before ? i'm dolores ; i just moved into the neighborhood about a week ago . ”
stops mid - step , one sneaker dragging against the pavement like he’s just been caught in the act . ( of what , exactly , he’s not sure … but the yorkie’s barking makes him feel guilty anyway ) . “ damn … ” hands sink deeper into hoodie pockets , eyebrows pulling together as he tosses a glance down at the dog . “ feels like i just walked into an open - mic roast night . no complaints , though — love the commitment to keeping me humble . ” crouches slightly , hoodie bunching awkwardly at the elbows , one hand lifting just enough inside the pocket for what’s probably the world’s laziest salute . “ respect , bud . stay fierce . and hey , solid strategy — barking from a safe distance . i should take notes . might’ve saved me a black eye — or three . ” then she’s tugging the leash , talking about moving in , and he shifts , grinning , pulling himself upright like maybe he’s supposed to be paying attention now . “ don’t think we’ve met , actually — i’d remember you if we had . ” grin pulls a little wider saying that — half - charming , half - shit - eating — dimples cutting into cheeks . “ bold choice . moving here , i mean . not to be that guy , but … you catch the news lately ? killer on the loose , lot of people here dropping like flies … ” shrugs , extending a hand … but a beat too late , so it’s kind of awkward . “ elias , by the way . probably should’ve opened with that , huh ? but , yeah . i’m the local … i dunno , distraction ? menace ? comedian ? eye candy ? depends who you ask . also , undefeated at wii tennis , which , if you ask me , really cements the ‘ eye candy ’ argument . people love athletes . ” ( undefeated because no one’s ever actually played with him , but you know … details ) .
ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ gwen arched a brow at the brazen statement from the other , though she supposed she shouldn't have been surprised . they were all dealing with what was going on in their own ways , so if noah's way of coping was through sinister commentary , then so be it . “ alright , ” she stated , a curt nod following the words . “ that's certainly one way to look at things . ” gwen was curious to hear what the other had to suggest , since brunch and mimosas were evidently out of the question . the brunette laughed at the suggestion , momentarily believing it to be a joke . “ you can't be serious , right ? a hundred miles per hour on that death trap ? ” she asked , dumbfounded . “ i've never even been on one . ”
the faintest snicker slips out , more breath than sound . it’s the ‘ death trap ’ part that gets her — always the same with people ; they see a bike , hear a hundred miles an hour , and suddenly it’s like she’s about to send them flying . “ death trap … ” repeats , dragging the words out slow . “ god , gwen . it’s a honda shadow , not a rocket . ” one hand slips into her back pocket , casual , letting the silence stretch just long enough for her gaze to roam , teasing but playful . “ look , worst thing that’ll happen ? you’ll be holding on so tight you’ll bruise my ribs . ” a beat , then a smirk . “ besides … it’s a smooth hundred , promise . ”
with: open starter !
where: the front door of a residence in beverly park
laurie rested an arm on his neighbor's doorframe, knuckles rapping lightly as he leaned in close, grinning when the door opened just a crack. he didn't wait for the other to say anything — simply shot them a look, innocent yet incorrigible. " glad you still trust me enough to answer the door after curfew, " laurie teased, his voice smooth, though a touch too loud for the hour. " i was just thinking . . . someone in beverly park must have decent taste — and most importantly, a decent liquor cabinet. " he arched a brow, eyes flickering between their face and the door. " i ran dry quicker than i expected . . . meant to restock earlier, but, uh . . . had a late night at work, " laurie lied through his teeth. " think you can spare a drink or two for your favorite neighbor ? i promise i'll make it worth your while . . . even if it's just for the entertainment. "
a quiet , lazy laugh slips past parted lips , low and nearly indifferent , as she leans into the doorframe , body angled just enough to let her gaze drift over him — slow , assessing , amused , like weighing his request against the inevitable trouble tied to it . ( and with laurie st. clair , there’s always trouble — the kind noah maybe doesn’t mind inviting in ) . “ my favorite neighbor , huh ? ” drawls , one brow lifting just as lips wrap around the word ‘ favorite ’ . gaze lingers , fingers drumming lazily on the doorframe , pausing just long enough to make him wonder if she might just shut it on him right then and there . “ don’t tell me you’ve been going door - to - door , hoping someone would finally fall for that line ? ” there’s a quick , mocking eye roll , but she doesn’t let him answer . instead , fingers hook around the thin chain at his neck , giving it a light tug , coaxing him forward , closer , inside . “ fine , come in — but don’t let it get to your head . i’m not your fucking refill station . ”
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she's scrolling through her phone as well , intrigued , reading nearly all of the articles about lucas' gruesome death while ignoring the text messages about her safety . believing , she's a grown woman and can handle herself , and that this grim situation won't last very long — but , the fbi wasn't doing that great of a job attempting to track whoever it was down , so truly — who knew how long this would last ? “ yeah , tell me about it . my dad is on the next flight from france to just stay with me , as if i don't already have enough security invading my privacy . ” residence guarded with four security guards per shift , though they seemed more agitated than she ; it wasn't like this serial killer could get all of them . “ it's kind of sick , actually . he probably enjoys the fact that we're all huddled together and fearing for our lives . . . i bet you , he's probably in this very room . ” eyebrows raised as she scans the area . how much longer until people start pointing fingers at each other ? “ anyway , yeah , i'm gonna definitely leave before midnight . i'm exhausted , and i have a long day tomorrow . what about you ? ”
there’s this quiet scoff as ahunna brings up her dad flying in , and noah’s mouth twists into a faint , half - amused grin . “ parents , right ? they think a plane ticket fixes everything . mine keep trying to drag me back to new york every other week … ” draws out with an eye roll , as if the very idea is absurd . “ because sure , the guy with a grudge against the rich is so gonna respect their zip code . ” ( really , the vigilante isn’t like any other serial killer , and something tells her if he’s already got her in his sights , no address change is going to throw him off ) . “ you know , i have a theory , ” muses , voice dropping . “ what if he’s one of us ? think about it . guy like that … he’d have to know this world . know it inside out . know how rotten it really is , how fake people are . he probably hates himself just as much as he hates all of us . ” ( hey , crazier things have happened … and to noah , it makes sense . all that loathing pointed inward … it would take someone who knows exactly how ugly their world is to want to tear it down ! ) . “ depends . would you give me a ride home ? ”
" ohhh yeah , because you're so unbothered , right ? totally explains why you keep checking your phone every five seconds like it's got something new to say , " xavier teases , leaning in closer , way too close . . . playing right into that old , inevitable tension that hangs between them . ( it's always a game of too-close and not-close-enough with them . always this . . . push , pull , repeat . ) " they're not exactly wrong , you know . i mean , who's to say he isn't lurking around somewhere ? not like . . . crouched in the bushes or whatever , but , like . . . blending in . watching , loving every second of it . everyone scared , no one knowing who's watching who . total power trip . " they shrug , that easy , unaffected shrug of theirs . ( but there’s that tiny part of them , somewhere in the back of their mind , that fears this so-called vigilante really is out there , listening , watching . ) " so , no . not leaving early . not giving him the satisfaction . i'll be here 'til five if i have to . might as well live like it's my last day on earth , yolo or whatever . besides , someone's gotta get it on camera when you finally snap and throw that phone across the room . i mean , what's it been ? a month since you went on insta live burning my jacket ? c'mon , babe , you could use a new headline . if not for the vigilante , you'd be a b-lister by now . "
rolls her eyes , a smirk teasing at the corner of lips as fingers drift idly back into her hair , tucking a platinum - streaked strand behind one ear . “ please , it’s not like i’m dying for a ‘ vigilante strikes again ’ update . i just don’t want to be the last one to hear about it , ” slips out , lazy , like humoring xavier is a chore . “ sure , maybe it is — but only because we keep feeding into it . honestly ? if beverlymedia would quit treating every letter like it’s the second coming of the zodiac , he’d fade right back into the background , and maybe the fbi could actually do their job for once . ” a shrug , easy , nonchalant , gaze drifting over him in a slow , unimpressed once - over . “ aw , look at you ! you remember . i’m flattered , really . given all the coke you’re blowing through these days , it’s honestly impressive i’m still living rent - free in that head of yours . ” lips curl into a smirk , flashing just a hint of mock sweetness before brushing him off with a lazy flick of her wrist . “ but hey , keep thinking of me , xav . seems like i’m the best thing rattling around up there . ”
the time is just fifteen minutes before the new curfew law enforcement has demanded . it doesn't stop charunee from continuing her journey down the streets of rodeo drive , retching at what fashion ( at least in stores ) has become , gaze glued upon the windows and their flashy attire . shopping , a hobby , has now become something to do out of boredom . some of her favorite locations had been closed temporarily until this vigilante character was apprehended , a subject she didn't wish to dive into — it was an easily boring conversation , and the same old , same old . glancing at the time on the screen of her device , she exhales and finally decides to enter the chanel store , her last stop of the night before being rushed to return home . already , she senses a . . . feeling . unsure of what that feeling is specifically . a glass of champagne in hand and a black dress in one hand later , and her queries are answered when she's face - to - face with the woman she once shared her heart with . it had been , god knows how long , since they've last seen each other . she briefly recalls that moment , shared in shouts and tears on the verge of spilling from her hues .
her countenance is expressionless , as if she's just seen a ghost . perhaps she has . a ghost of somebody she once knew ; the same person she's despised since discovering — what she does not speak of aloud — that her best friend had been seeing the same lover as she . had it been anyone else noah was involved with , it would have been a different story . . . but the lover had been him , a once in a lifetime romance that ones rarely achieve . especially , not her , since . the heart within her chest thumps heavily . could she hear it ? adrenaline coursing throughout her veins , but her features remain the same . empty . noah's question , and her striking discourse with her in general , perks an eyebrow upward . the atmosphere is awkward , tense . but it's as if she's been waiting for this moment . “ sure . ” she responds with a simple nod of her head and a nonchalant tone . setting the items in her grip aside , fingertips begin to toy with the zipper of the other's dress . memories of their younger days , mimicking this exact event , pour throughout her brain . it's astonishing how far downhill they've gone . “ there . ” it seals perfectly , hugging her figure in the proper places . focus rising upwards to their reflection in the mirror , just as she seizes a fistful of noah's locks , abruptly tossing both of their bodies onto the floor . tumbling until charunee is able to hover noah , her knuckles immediately striking into her features .
barely registers it at first — the weight of charunee’s hand on the zipper . something else already has noah , something faint , unwelcome … this flicker of memory tugging at her , pulling back to him — their him . it was never love , not even close . just another careless decision , disposable in the end , with no room for anything as soft as love . because … noah park doesn’t do love . doesn’t give herself over to things that fragile , not when she knows exactly how they leave people . soft and scattered , cracked open and left behind . even now , gaze fixed anywhere but charunee’s , she feels it — her ex - best friend’s presence behind , sees it somehow . all those fractured pieces charunee was left with , pieces noah knows she’s a part of , even if she never meant to be . she can’t face it , the hurt she’d caused without even realizing it . not because he’d meant anything to her — he hadn’t — but because , in her thoughtless detachment , she’d stolen something from charunee . something delicate , irreplaceable . and now , no matter how much she wants to hand it back , she wouldn’t know where to begin . she wouldn’t know how to replace what’s gone . silence stretches between them , long and thick , dense with resentment and all the unspoken words crowding into the narrow space . gaze settles just left of charunee’s reflection ; fingers trace the hem of the dress with slow , methodical care . a thank you flutters at the edge of the throat — empty , half - formed — but words wither there , cut off as charunee’s fingers twist sharply into her hair , yanking her backward . spine meets the cold floor , charunee’s weight pinning her in place before she can even make sense of it .
instinct slides in fast , snuffing out any trace of shock before it finds a place to settle . ( because surprise isn’t a look noah is willing to wear — not for charunee , not for the vigilante , not for anyone . she’s always been the type to hold her own , hasn’t she ? if pride demands it now , it’s just as well . ) … and that pride steps in , steady as ever , holds her still as the knuckles land sharp and sure against her cheek . there’s the raw throb of it , the kind that’s already bruising , but her lips edge into a faint , crooked line anyway . blood prickles along the cut , and she lets her tongue slide over it , makes a point to savor the taste as if it’s a thrill . her eyes , though , don’t ever flicker in charunee’s direction ; they stay unfocused , as if looking at her would be too much effort . cold and steady , somewhere past charunee’s shoulder . ( because … somewhere , too deep for comfort , buried far below pride , there’s a quiet fear that if she looks now — lets herself really meet charunee’s gaze — something she’s held down tight might slip through . something soft , fragile , tender … and friendly reminder : noah park doesn’t do soft ! not even for charunee phonlamai . if her ex - best friend wants a fight , she’ll get one … but noah draws the line at eye contact that might shatter every wall she’s built for herself ! ) . fists tighten , nails dig into palms , grounding against the ache lodged between ribs — pressing down , desperate not to let her heart betray her . “ really , char ? now ? ” voice slips out , lazy , taunting , barely phased . noah’s always been smaller , sure , but she’s all bone and muscle , built to refuse to give an inch , too prideful to back down even if she’s outmatched . “ still can’t let it go , can you ? ” a faint , bitter laugh slips out . “ it’s been years , and you’re still hung up on what wasn’t even yours to begin with . it’s beyond pathetic . ” ( she’s always known where to dig in , where it cuts deepest … not every wound needs a physical mark to hurt ! )
twists against charunee’s weight , fingers clawing at anything she can get a grip on , muscles burning , trying to throw the taller off balance . and the first time ? fails . miserably . which is enough to make her blood boil , clawing for control and getting nowhere . ( and for noah , control is non - negotiable . it’s always been hers to hold , and this — this helplessness , this lack of air between them — is something she doesn’t know how to accept . ) “ get the fuck off , ” hisses , each syllable forced out with effort as hips snap upward , finding just enough leverage to shove charunee back , reversing their positions . now above her , breathing heavily , hair a mess , blood smeared across lower lip — noah's barely holding her stance . still , fist pulls back . ( and maybe she hesitates — a fraction of a second where she almost drops it , where she hates herself for even having to go this far … ) . but lets it land , knuckles colliding against charunee’s jaw , a hit that’s as drained as she feels . “ that is for my dress , my face … and the stupid event i won’t be going to tomorrow . ”
𝐴𝑁 𝐼𝑁𝑇𝑅𝑂𝑆𝑃𝐸𝐶𝑇𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐼𝑁 ; the clash of wealth and individuality in a gilded cage , the electric buzz of laughter from a crowded club , the sharp wit of a COMEDIAN'S TONGUE wrapped in layers of REBELLION , the unyielding quest for AUTHENTICITY in a world of EXPECTATIONS , the unraveling of a TRUE VOICE in the glow of viral fame , the bittersweet freedom of standing apart from the family legacy .
⁺ ⠀𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒔𝘩𝑦𝑢𝑛 ⸻ [ jeong jaehyun + he / him ] ; blasting boys will be bugs by cavetown through his airpods is elias hyun . oh , you don’t know him ? he’s the twenty - six year old nepo - baby who just went viral for calling 911 when no one at vinnie hacker’s birthday party responded to his airdrop of a meme of himself mid - cry with the caption ‘ i’m single , who wants to fix me ? ’ . yup , the one that attempts to skateboard but usually ends up chauffeured instead . i hear he’s pretty quick - witted , but others have claimed that he’s quite unserious . that makes sense , considering he’s often labeled as the class clown .
001. STATISTICS .
𝐵𝐴𝑆𝐼𝐶 𝐼𝑁𝐹𝑂𝑅𝑀𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ,
𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: elias ford hyun 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): n/a 𝐀𝐆𝐄: twenty - six 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: cis - man 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒: he / him 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: biromantic 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: bisexual 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: november 24 , 1999 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: new york city , ny 𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘: korean
𝑃𝐻𝑌𝑆𝐼𝐶𝐴𝐿 𝐴𝑃𝑃𝐸𝐴𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐶𝐸 ,
𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌: jaehyun ( jeong yoon - oh ) 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: dark brown 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: medium length ; soft and voluminous with loose , natural waves for a casual , laid - back look / warm brown tone throughout , giving it a natural depth and fullness 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: brown 𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃: athletic build ; tall and lean with broad shoulders and a naturally defined frame 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 6' / 1.82 m 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 138 lbs / 63 kg 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒: none 𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: earlobes 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐘𝐋𝐄: loose graphic hoodies with bold designs and frayed edges that drape over shoulders effortlessly / baggy cargo shorts or slouchy joggers hanging low on hips , allowing relaxed movement and laid - back vibes / layered long chains and chunky rings glinting against faded fabrics / high - top sneakers with worn soles and untied laces , adding a nonchalant touch / oversized beanies or backwards caps covering untamed curls , completing the effortlessly cool look 𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍: grin in place ; dimples deep and bright , eyes soft and twinkling / a gentle charm or playful gleam , a blend of kindness and joy 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒: charming dimples ; gentle , round impressions that light up a smile / soft cheeks with a warm , welcoming glow / a hint of playfulness lingering in an easy grin
𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐿𝑇𝐻 ,
𝐏𝐇𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: none 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: undiagnosed adhd 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐄𝐒: shellfish 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: usually sleeps 8-10 hours but will sacrifice rest for late nights out 𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: mostly healthy diet , cooks his own meals with a preference for fresh ingredients and occasional indulgences 𝐄𝐗𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: exercises his mouth — doesn’t ever shut up / gaming sessions on wii sports for “ cardio ” 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: generally stable but stress can dip his mood though he hides it well 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: overly chatty / friendly and open in any social setting 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄: warm and runs slightly hot 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒: none 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆 𝐔𝐒𝐄: occasionally uses marijuana 𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐔𝐒𝐄: frequent drinks but carefully avoids overdoing it when in public
𝐴𝑆𝑇𝑅𝑂𝐿𝑂𝐺𝑌 ,
𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: november 24 , 1996 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: 9:34 am 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇: new york city , new york 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓: sagittarius sun , aquarius moon , aries rising 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: leo , aries , gemini , libra 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒: cancer , scorpio , capricorn , taurus
𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿𝐼𝑇𝑌 ,
𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: open - minded , charismatic , inventive , quick on his feet , candid 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐒: flirtatious , reckless , moody , blabbermouth , blunt 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒: tilts head back but keeps steady eye contact / makes ‘tsk’ sounds / relaxes shoulders 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: beware of the silly ones , book dumb , brutal honesty , class clown , deadpan snarker , jerk with a heart of gold , manchild 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒: nick miller ( new girl ) , michael kelso ( that 70s show ) , jake peralta ( brooklyn 99 ) , ferris bueller ( ferris bueller's day off ) , xander harris ( buffy the vampire slayer ) , jason mendoza ( the good place ) 𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈: istp 𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐌: type 9 , wing 8 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: sanguine 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓: chaotic neutral 𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄: gryffindor
𝐹𝐴𝑀𝐼𝐿𝑌 ,
𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: steven hyun 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: emme hyun 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): none 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐒: none
𝑅𝐸𝑆𝐼𝐷𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸 + 𝑂𝐶𝐶𝑈𝑃𝐴𝑇𝐼𝑂𝑁 ,
𝐄𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: attended dalton school in new york city for elementary school , aiglon college in switzerland for middle school , and le rosey in switzerland , harrow school in england , and phillips exeter academy in the united states for high school 𝐃𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒: high school diploma 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: trust - fund kid , aspiring stand - up comedian 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: upper - upper class 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: house in the gated luxury c ommunity of beverly park , parents covering all expenses 𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: sometimes attempts skateboarding but mostly has a driver , cannot drive
𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆𝑂𝑁𝐴𝐿 𝑃𝑅𝐸𝐹𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑆 ,
𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: summer 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑: yellow 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂: indie pop and sunny vibes ; taylor swift , olivia rodrigo , rex orange county , beach bunny , conan gray , sza , role model / alt pop ; boy pablo , benee , peach pit , girl in red , the regrettes , dayglow , wallows 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐌𝐒 / 𝐓𝐕: comedy + sci-fi mix; everything everywhere all at once , spider-man: into the spider-verse , palm springs , happy death day , detective pikachu , the good place , new girl , harley quinn , attack on titan , legion , squid game , invincible , bob’s burgers , peacemaker / animation and cult shows ; avatar: the last airbender , futurama , love death & robots 𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓: wii tennis 𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃: mcdonald’s fries 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐒: pandas 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄𝐒 + 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: skateboarding , gaming , writing , cooking , reading , sending funny copypastas to friends
002. BIOGRAPHY .
elias was born into a life pre - packaged and sealed tight . every inch of who he was — his personality , his future , his entire reason for being — all mapped out , stamped , signed , and delivered by his parents . they had the vision locked in … a perfect life for their one and only heir , a trophy to keep the hyun legacy immaculate . they wanted him composed , controlled , the living extension of his father . but don’t get it twisted — for all that meticulous planning , for every material thing he had , elias wasn’t exactly showered with love , wasn’t exactly overflowing with affection . this wasn’t hugs and bedtime stories … they had everything laid out , sure , but love ? real connection ? that was missing . elias was raised by a revolving door of nannies , strangers from every corner of the globe , some who didn’t even speak his language .
so , of course , he felt out of place ... like a piece that didn’t quite fit in the puzzle of his parents’ lives — always too loud , too curious , too much of everything they wished he wasn’t , too much of everything they didn’t want . he knew he wasn’t built for their legacy , wasn’t cut out for any of that high - society shit . and the older he got , the more he felt himself fading … trimming off pieces of who he was just to squeeze into the mold , just to make it easier .
his education might’ve started in new york city , close enough for his mother to yank the leash anytime he strayed … ( she’d call it “ keeping a close eye ” , but we all know what it was ) … didn’t take long , though , for her to realize managing him up close was too much … too loud , too inconvenient , too elias . so , by 11 , he was shipped off to aiglon college in switzerland — tucked away in the alps , where they figured the cold , the strictness , the distance would somehow calm him down . spoiler : didn’t work . a couple years in , and he got kicked out for launching a pop - up ski school on campus , using stolen cafeteria trays as sleds … maybe not his finest moment , but it was fun . next came le rosey — he was 14 by then , and the first thing he did ? set up an underground poker ring , high stakes and all . they let it slide once , twice … but when the dean’s daughter lost a few hundreds of swiss francs , he was out . on to harrow in england — he was 16 , deep in his bad boy phase , and had started “ whiskey wednesday ” with his friends , sneaking bottles in by hollowing out library textbooks . not a single dorm monitor wise to it — until one picked up a book , and word got out fast . within a week , he was packing up for the next school . last stop was phillips exeter in new hampshire , back in the us , with a packed schedule of sports and clubs his parents hoped would finally tire him out . and … it halfway worked .
because … he tried , he really did . tried to make them happy , like maybe , just this once , they’d actually see him — come to his soccer games or track meets , maybe cheer him on … but they never did . it was never about him — just their precious reputation , their perfect hotel empire . that’s when he gave up trying . figured if his parents didn’t care , why should he ? sure , he graduated — well , scraped through to graduation … ( with a lineup of pranks and reckless behavior that kept him just on the edge of getting booted again , but he made it out ! ) … and from there ? he played along with their plan for business school at ucla , kept the peace , got him far enough away to breathe . he made it to la , and then ? … never set foot in a single classroom . not like it was some shocker , honestly .
because , well , he blew up on tiktok . started back in high school with dumb little sketches , ( think @americanhigh on tiktok ) , and once he landed in la , jumped into comedy routines , started posting snippets of his stand - up . he's not huge - huge , but he's got a dedicated fanbase that gets his humor and earns a steady income , ( though , let's be real , his parents still cover most of his bills — the same monthly allowance , house paid for , credit card bills covered … but he's making a bit on his own , you know ? ) . so life's pretty sweet these days : sleeps till noon , plays wii tennis , swipes on raya , hooks up with celebrities who probably don't have much self - respect either , ( i mean , if they're hooking up with elias … ) , and hits the stage every so often . basically ? living his version of the dream .
003. PERSONALITY .
elias … he’s just my silly little guy , you know ? my teeny - weeny chaos magnet , my loose cannon baby boy . he’s got this rare brand of humor that’s somehow dumb and endearing all at once . funny , yeah , but the kind of funny that shouldn’t even be all that funny , you know ? zero filter between brain and mouth , too — just blurts out the wildest , most nonsensical shit . and he’s so loud , so immature , totally delusional , and a straight - up inconvenience most of the time . and that sky - high confidence — deadass convinced he’s god’s gift . i swear , he’d argue for hours if you so much as hinted he’s anything less than the hottest man alive , probably even start crying too . i’ve said it a million times , and i’ll say it again : he’s actually insane . this little guy is like a human grenade , just waiting for everyone to get close to pull his own pin for shits and giggles .
so , yeah , he’s a total mess … absolute dumpster fire if we’re being real . he’s the kind of terrible that’s somehow harmless , even a little endearing . like he’s got the heart of a kid who never quite grew out of the thrill of shaking things up just to see what happens . he’s not out here trying to hurt anyone — it’s just that he’s kind of … clueless ? like , we’re talking a grown ass man with the impulse control of a five - year - old ; no sense of boundaries , never learned from mistakes , and no idea how to apologize when he’s wrong . ( not that he’s too proud — even though he kind of is — it’s more like he doesn’t realize he might be wrong in the first place ) . it’s just endless , thoughtless behavior , because honestly , it’s all he’s ever known . and it’s frustrating , yeah , he is frustrating … but there’s something about that naivety , that stubborn innocence , that goofy sincerity — makes it really hard to hate him all the way .
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“ well i guess you can’t say that there aren’t people who don’t care about you if they’re texting you ‘ stay safe ’ . no matter how fake it sounds , ” nalini lightly jests , in an attempt to at least lighten the mood . is she scared about vigilante striking again ? yes . but what are the chances that she’s high up on the killer’s list ? that’s something nalini doesn’t want to take a gamble on . but she supposes that she’s not that high up on his list . call it a coping mechanism . “ i wouldn’t put it past vigilante to start bugging our homes . at the very least , he’s hiding in someone’s bushes . maybe he rotates every night . ” it comes off as if she’s joking but again … coping mechanism ! “ i think i might bail before midnight . haven’t decided yet . what about you ? ”
head tilts back , a low , bemused chuckle slipping through parted lips . “ oh , they care alright , ” words roll out in a smooth , lazy drawl , carrying a hint of dry amusement . “ or they just want to feel good about themselves , score a little sympathy headline in beverly media if i end up dead in a ditch . ‘ oh , i tried to warn her , i saw it coming ’ . like i don’t know there’s a psycho on the loose . ” a faint scoff follows , more reflex than reaction , dismissing the whole danger thing like it’s beneath her . ( of course , somewhere under all that bravado , there’s a flicker of worry — but it’s tucked away with all the other things she’d rather not admit ) . “ honestly ? wouldn’t surprise me if he’s got us all bugged . he’s gotta know where we are at all times , right ? needs to pick that perfect moment to strike . ” fingers tap idly against thigh , like she’s barely aware of it . “ and even if he hasn’t ? it’s one more thought to keep us paranoid . and maybe that’s the whole point — have every single one of us convinced we’re next . ” leans in then , just close enough for brown eyes to find nalini’s under the dim light , holding for a beat too long . “ guess i’ll call it a night , too . not much left to stick around for once you leave . ” it’s tossed out casually , like an afterthought . but the look that follows ? anything but .
𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 ﹕ @aff1uent .
located at the chanel’s flagship boutique on rodeo drive .
fingers drift along the zipper’s line , hovering halfway up her spine , pausing — just for a second , just enough to feel how the dress clings , every curve held just right . and then — a low hum interrupts . soft , polite almost , but persistent , like a quiet tap on the shoulder that won’t quit . and just like that , noah’s mind snaps into alert : it’s him . the vigilante . with a flick of her wrist , she’s out of her suite in a hurry , fingers tugging at the zipper but giving up as it catches halfway , leaving her feeling a touch more exposed than planned . ( and if she dies like this , half - done and caught mid - zip , she’s gonna curse this guy through every generation to come , she swears ) . the main room looks exactly the same as she left it ; racks of designer clothes perfectly in place , mirrors stretching floor to ceiling , champagne still chilling on ice . it feels calm enough , save for the persistent hum still sounding . and right in the center , of all people — charunee , every bit as inconvenienced by this as noah is . ( half of her’s relieved it’s not the vigilante , but the other half ? yeah , maybe she kind of wishes it was ) .
hand drops , freezing for half a second , just long enough to feel that familiar flicker of irritation , hot and sharp beneath her ribs . then , glances toward the exit — locked , of course . must be some security lockdown protocol , a ‘ protection ’ against threats . since the vigilante started terrorizing the city , they’ve probably had this trigger on standby . “ don’t tell me you’re the security threat they’re locking us down over . ” noah sighs , shifting her stance , gaze flickering anywhere but her ex - best friend . but … options are slim . the zipper on her dress is still half - undone , and as much as she’d rather avoid it … there’s still a chance the vigilante’s somewhere nearby . a beat , a quiet throat clear , her pride battling practicality . don’t ask , don’t ask — but it slips out anyway , low , frustrated , as she turns fully , eyes landing anywhere but on charunee’s reflection in the mirror . “ you mind ? ”
ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ “ it's a pretty nice day , isn't it ? ” the query fell from her lips as her gaze remained fixated in front of her , taking a moment to appreciate the view . she did her best to continue living her life as she once did prior to the murders . she didn't want to live in fear , because that was just no way to live . the constant paranoia ? the persistent , lingering sense of impending doom ? she didn't want to deal with it , so she did what she could to keep it buried . kept on a front as best as she could. “ we should do something fun , ” gwen suggested , finally turning to face the other . “ we're only gonna be this young once . might as well enjoy it , right ? ”
quirks a brow at gwen , arms crossed , a faint smirk tugging at the corner of lips . “ nice day , sure . no bodies in the pool yet , so i guess that’s a win . ” and shrugs , loosening her stance . “ fine . i’m game . but if we’re talking fun , let’s skip the boring stuff — like , none of that brunch - and - mimosas routine . ” tilts her head , smirk sharpening just enough to turn it into a dare . “ i’ve got my bike parked out front , you know . ever gone a hundred miles an hour on one ? ”
it's a sad situation , really . or at least , it would have been had there not been a deadline for the sketches she was itching to finish at home . instead , encouraged ( or more so , forced ) by management to make an appearance to whatever this occasion was — wasn't sure if it was to grieve the norwegian prince , or to come together and take charge of this situation vigilante was orchestrating , or to just not be alone ; so far , it seemed like all combined . “ mm , yeah , i'm not a fan of the drinks here either . ” glancing over at the completely filled glass of gin and tonic sitting beside her briefly , already having decided she won't be getting another one . she didn't know lucas personally , probably saw him once or twice while getting her mail , likely high out of his mind ( he was always smiling . ) but she grieves for his family ; she read somewhere that he had a number of siblings , as does she . she can sympathize with how they must be feeling by losing a brother , putting herself in their shoes if she were to ever lose her own . “ i had a feeling he had to be a stoner . every time i saw him , he seemed out of the ordinary . . . i thought it was a hoax at first as well , but now i'm second guessing . the letters , and the deaths obviously , are getting pretty creepy . ” picking at her manicured fingernails as she engages in the conversation , hues flickering upwards to meet ace's . “ i think this vigilante character will get whoever he wants eventually — no point in sticking together . but , i'll admit , it's relieving to see some familiar faces , still alive , such as yours . . . i know he was your friend , too . how are you holding up ? ”
there’s a softness in her words that pulls his gaze up from the rim of his empty glass . not many people get that close to his headspace , especially in a room like this — full of actors and liars , and it presses against that part of him he usually keeps under lock . blue eyes narrow , and he really looks , like he’s trying to size up the truth in her . finally , clears his throat , fingers tapping lightly on the glass . “ yeah , he was a friend . a new one , sort of , but … one of the few around here i actually liked . ” shifts a bit on his seat , like that might ease the knot in his chest . and for a second , he considers brushing off her question , throwing out some tough - guy quip to shut it down . but she didn’t come off like a total jerk — managed to slip past his guard , even just a little . so , fine . he lets himself be honest , for once . “ how’m i holdin’ up ? i dunno . i’m here . ” exhales , running a hand over the back of his neck , gaze sweeping the room .
“ feels different now . kinda snapped into focus tonight , you know ? figured the vigilante was only out for the worst of the worst here — the real greedy assholes . but after lucas … well , who the fuck knows what the rules are anymore . i get it , though , what you said — it’s nice to see a familiar face , sure , but … might be the last time you do . ” ( and yeah , ace knows that’s just how he thinks . it’s that bit of pessimism lodged in his mind . the thought that this vigilante might take out anyone he’s close to the moment they’re on their own — on the way home , in their home , anywhere ) . “ appreciate you checkin’ in , though . means something . ” catches her eye again , the edge of his mouth twitching into something close to a grin . “ though , it’d mean a hell of a lot more if you could find us a proper drink . ”
bash is really in his element when he's at parties, as he's quite naturally extroverted and this party is no exception. while some people might complain about having to go to parties for networking, he actually found it refreshing. when ace mentions he's drinking beer, bash internally grimaces because he's not the biggest fan of beer. but his people pleasing nature makes him say, "i'd love one." ace's comment on his costume makes him laugh. "i'm just trying to bring some levity to the event. do you think it worked? do you think it'll cheer people up?" god knows, everyone could use a little cheering up and bash was always the kind of person who wanted to do that.
lets out a low chuckle , signaling the bartender for another beer . “ yeah , alright … maybe you got it . can’t lie — costume’s kinda growing on me . hard to keep a straight face lookin’ at you right now . ” hands bash the beer , a trace of a grin tugging at his lips . “ but i dunno … you really think a few laughs are gonna keep people’s minds off … everything else ? ” ( and thing is , ace doesn’t really think they should forget . not even for a second . the careless rich should feel a little fear , a little weight pressing down on their perfect little lives . a reminder that they aren’t untouchable , no matter how high those gates are . let them squirm , ace thinks . they’ve had it coming , after all ) . “ but hey , worked on me . you got my mind off things for a second , at least . ”
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ꨄ 𝅄 ❛ “ it's a pretty nice day , isn't it ? ” the query fell from her lips as her gaze remained fixated in front of her , taking a moment to appreciate the view . she did her best to continue living her life as she once did prior to the murders . she didn't want to live in fear , because that was just no way to live . the constant paranoia ? the persistent , lingering sense of impending doom ? she didn't want to deal with it , so she did what she could to keep it buried . kept on a front as best as she could. “ we should do something fun , ” gwen suggested , finally turning to face the other . “ we're only gonna be this young once . might as well enjoy it , right ? ”
gives a slow shrug , glancing up at the sky as if trying to figure out what exactly she sees in it . ( nice day ? maybe . it’s a clear view , no buildings blocking the sunset , sure , but he’s the type to call a crisp autumn breeze his kind of ‘ nice ’ ) . “ guess it’s … alright , ” mutters , tone more neutral than dismissive . ( because … ace is a pessimist , maybe a little annoyed at everything , but he’s not trying to make gwen feel dumb , especially not with all the shit going on here . figures he’ll let her have some lightness if it helps her keep a little hope ) . shifts his weight , smirking as arms cross , eyes flicking to gwen with a half - raised brow . “ we probably got different ideas of fun , though . ” after all , he’s thinking of dive bars , maybe tagging a blank wall . somehow , he can’t quite see her going for that . but he softens , just a bit . “ yeah , alright . what’re you thinkin’ ? ”
eyebrows raise , feigning ignorance ( but the words inflate her already well established ego ) . ' well , if that's what you think , then ... ' femme shrugs , her lips upturning ever so slightly . eyes him as he comes closer , curious . ' you should probably just get closer then . or maybe invest in some glasses . ' and she's always one for jokes , never lasts long with sincerity ! ' i'm never in need of receiving compliments , let's start there . you simply felt overcome by my beauty , you just had to get it out . i'm used to it . ' okay , now she was genuinely pushing her luck - and presumably his patience .
tilts his head , smirk flickering as blue eyes narrow at her . “ closer , huh ? ” and gaze drops in a slow , deliberate move before blocking back onto hers . “ nah , princess . don’t need glasses for this view . ” still , steps forward just a half step , just enough to make the distance between them feel a little tighter . after all , she invited him to . “ guess you got me , alright . just couldn’t help myself . not when you’re lookin’ at me like that . ” huffs a quiet laugh , one that might come off as sarcastic if it weren’t for the way his gaze lingers on her . ( because he means it — hell , he’s barely holding back at this point . he’d never say it out loud , but he’s caught up enough in the game to let a little honesty slip through , even if it sounds like sarcasm ) . “ but someone’s forgetting she’s the one who wanted me closer . sure , maybe you’re so used to all the compliments … but something tells me you don’t mind hearin’ ‘em from me . maybe even like it . ”