hiiiiii iâm mimi and itâs been a minute since iâve rped so please be patient with me. but i am very excited to be here !! also this intro got away from me and is way too long so i apologize in advance ok.. but yes letâs plot maybe ??Â
(  hwang hyunjin  ,  cismale  ,  he/him  ,  twenty two  ) $$$  â  i'm  pretty  sure  i  just  saw HUNTER SEO  headed  out  of  the  estate  .  it's  weird  though  ⌠ i  didn't  see  them  with  their  SKATEBOARD  .  i  didn't  know  they  left  the  house  without  it  .  i  feel  like  i  can  never  catch  them  ;  they're  always  so  busy  ⌠ guess  that  makes  sense  since  they're  a PROFESSIONAL SKATEBOARDER  .  have  you  met  them  yet  ?  they  live  in  MAGNOLIA LANE  ,  so  you  might've  missed  them  .  i  think  you'd  like  them  a  lot  ,  actually  .  i  swear  their  aura  is  YELLOW  ,  and  that  seems  like  your  vibe  .  maybe  you'll  get  lucky  and  run  into  them  sometime  .  i  can  always  tell  when  they're  coming  up  the  hill  âcause  they're  constantly  blasting  SUGAR  by  BROCKHAMPTON  ⌠ it's  pretty  much  their  anthem  at  this  point  ,  so  if  you  hear  it  ,  you'll  know  they're  around  .  y'know  ,  the  other  day  ,  i  saw  a  tabloid  with  them  on  the  front  page  that  said  "  HUNTER SEO AND VANS TEAM UP TO GET KIDS NEW WHEELS DESPITE RUMOURS CIRCLING HIS RELATIONSHIP STATUS  â ⌠ do  you  think  that's  true  ?  guess  we'll  see  what  the  neighborhood  watch  thinks  !
BASIC INFORMATION
full  name :  hunter seo
nickname(s) Â : hunt, h, seo
preferred  name(s)  :  hunter
birth  date  : may 21st 2000
age  :  twenty two Â
zodiac  : gemini
gender  :  cis male
pronouns  :  he / him
romantic  orientation  : biromantic
sexual  orientation  : bisexual
nationality  : south  korean / canadian
ethnicity  :  asian
BACKGROUND
birth  place  : jeju-do  ,  south  korea
hometown  :  vancouver  , canada
social  class : born middle class, currently upperclass
father  : dae-min seo
mother  : soo young moon
sibling(s) Â : Â older brother - leo seo
pet(s) Â : Â sunni the german shepard
previous  relationship(s)  :  tba.
SKILLS Â & Â ABILITIES
physical  strength  :  strong and athletic
intelligence  :  hunter isnât overly intelligent, he never did well in school and his grades were just good enough to get him to graduation. he knows a lot about sports, but thatâs really it.
language(s)  spoken  :  english & korean .
drive  : yes
ride  a  bicycle  :  yes
play  an  instrument  :  very little guitar for campfire purposes
PHYSICAL Â APPEARANCE Â & Â CHARACTERISTICS Â
eye  color  :  dark brown
hair  color  :  changes frequently depending on his mood
glasses  /  contacts  : doesnât need them but will sometimes wear glasses without prescription for the aesthetic
height  :  5â˛11âł
build  :  medium/strong
exercise  habits  :  literally cannot sit still, so he is incredibly active. his favourite way to workout is through physical activities like sports.
MANNERISMS
accent : hunter was raised from the time he was four in vancouver, his accent would be considered canadian but sometimes he will mispronounce things in both languages due to his korean parents having very little of the english language and always speaking korean at home and english everywhere else.
quirks : drums on everything using either his fingers, pencils, cutlery or anything that can remotely resembles drum sticks, hums all the time, canât sit still
hobbies  : anything active and athletic. he loves to go for bike rides with his skateboard under his arm
habits  : is always late, looses everything all the time
nervous  ticks  : fidgets a lot, rambles
fears  : spiders, never reaching his full potential
positive  traits  : free spirited, friendly, charming, witty
negative  traits  : careless, flakey, can be inattentive
IMPORTANT Â / Â BACKGROUND
TW: car accident, death of a family member.
early life for hunter was pretty easy, he doesnât remember living in south korea ( despite having visited several times since and hearing all the stories ). he was four years old when they moved, his parents taking them to start over in vancouver, canada. the family of four moved to a new country where they knew no one and had nothing. despite that, they figured it out rather quickly. his parents established themselves with a restaurant and the boys settled in school, making friends easily and helping their parents out once they were old enough.
hunterâs first love was skateboarding, it was something he did for fun with his friends after school or when his parents didnât need him at the restaurant. he used his tips from helping his parents to buy his first board when he was eight. it was neon green and very tacky, but he loved it and took it everywhere he went.
hunter was a natural. it was talent combined with fearlessness that had the likes of tony hawk approaching him and giving him pointers. all things that helped him achieve skills and reach the professional level by the time he was thirteen. that was the same year he went to his first x-games and won gold. after that the medals and sponsorships kept rolling in.
however, he was still a teenager and attended school as regularly as he could. of course, things were a bit different -- he was a local celebrity. his popularity at school skyrocketed, which hunter took with stride. he had always been easy going. if heâd broken an arm or a leg, people lined up to help him out. if he missed school for a competition or to work in some aspect, other students had the notes he missed ready for him upon his return. but with the good always came the bad. some of his classmates grew jealous, spreading lies and rumours about boy. they couldnât touch him, there were too many eyes on him all the time but they could verbally assault him. it never bothered the youngest seo.
all the attention, on the other hand, did influence his relationship with his brother. leo didnât like that hunter was the golden child. that he seemingly had everything and everyone eating out of the palm of his hand. the older seo wanted nothing to do with his younger sibling. despite living in the same house, they rarely spoke. hunter couldnât understand why his brother hated him, he didnât know what he had done or what he could do to make things right. but he didnât stop trying. that didnât happen until later.
the thing was, hunter was likeable, he was an all around good guy. he cared about everyone, he was funny and charismatic, a bit of an air-head. like anyone he had his strengths and weaknesses. while he could charm a room, he was perpetually late. he had broken a few world records and achieved many firsts in the skateboarding world, but he had a hard time committing to anything and anyone. he never let anything phase him, but it also appeared like he didnât have a care in the world.
tragedy struck one winter day when hunter was sixteen. heâd just gotten his license and a new car to go with it. he had convinced his dad to close the restaurant for thee afternoon and go for a drive with him. theyâd driven out of the city, taking the winding roads of british columbia towards the mountains. hunter took a turn too quickly, slipped on a patch of black ice and theyâd hit a transport tuck head on. he didnât remember anything after that. heâd woken up in a hospital later on with everyone telling him just how lucky he was to be alive. his mother was weeping, his brother was nowhere to be seen and his father -- his father didnât make it.
from there he began the long road to rehabilitation. hunter was put through rigorous physiotherapy and was told heâd probably never skate professionally ever again. but hunter didnât like that answer. he refused to have this be the end of his career. he was sixteen years old, heâd just lost his father and the sport was all he knew. it was pure determination that kept him going.
the doctors quickly discovered there was nothing they could do to stop the young boy. he was going to skateboard again or die trying. he managed to do it, to heal enough to get back out there... but the moment he was at the park, board under foot but without his father ( his biggest supporter ) there to cheer him on.. he couldnât do it. he couldnât push himself off the edge, quite literally, and do the only thing he was good at, the only thing he knew. hunter became a shell of himself. heâd put his everything into skateboarding, then his everything into physiotherapy and then he had nothing. he didnât know what to do with himself or who he was without the board and his father.
for two years hunter was a ghost, heâd given up on everything. including winning over his brother, who now had even more reason to hate him. hunter had to agree, he hated himself too. it wasnât until his senior year, when he was cleaning out the spare room of the house so they could sell that he found a box containing his fathers old items from his university days. photoâs, yearbooks, diplomaâs, hoodies. hunter had always known his father had spent a lot of his time volunteering, the man had spoken of it fondly, encouraging his own boys to give it a try. but. hunter had always just brushed it off, ignored it. amongst all the items was the proof, the pictures of his dad smiling brightly doing the thing he loved. hunter was inspired, in a last effort to feel close to his father once more he decided he would take up volunteering.
of course, he knew only one thing. hunter began to work with children from diverse backgrounds who held the same passion and got the same thrill he once did when it came to skateboarding. he began to work with kids like him, who could have lost it all but decided to keep going and fighting for what they want after hardships. he taught them to skateboard and to recover through the love of a sport, in doing so he found himself healing as well. he was back on his board and it was like he never stopped.
naturally, people caught wind of this -- hunter seo, the child prodigy of the sport was back. it was a lot of pressure but he took his time. one competition at a time, one win, a few losses and then on to win a gold medal at the olympic games. that was what really solidified his re-entry to the sport and had brand deals and support returning to him full force.
hunter seo was once again making a name for himself in the sport. no longer the amazing child prodigy, no longer the child of tragedy, but the top ranked male in the sport and household name ( well, if you cared about sports or were on social media that was ). part of his charm, however, is that despite everything -- heâs still the same hunter heâs always been.. just with a few more bumps and bruises.
WANTED CONNECTIONS / PLOTS
platonic âââ  unlikely  friends ,  other athletes he meets up with at competitions and events  ,  a  nice  wholesome  best  friend  &  confidant  ,  someone  who  will get high and talk shit with him  ,  a  party  buddy , someone who is also as free spirited as hunter and they go on adventures together , neighbours , and of course any other form of friendship really
romantic âââ first  kiss  /  first  relationship  /  first  love ,  a  past  or  present  unrequited  crush  from  either  side ,  exes  on  good  or  bad  terms  ,  friends  with  benefits ,  a one  night  stand
negative âââ someone  who  just  doesn't  click  with  him  ( this is probably someone more uptight who canât stand how hunter seems to not have a care in the world ) ,  friends  who  had  a  falling  out ,  his biggest competition
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*  watching  hunter  fly  off  of  his  board  at  lightspeed  woke  her  up  more  than  the  iced  coffee  in  her  hold  ever  could  .  free  hand  comes  up  to  rest  over  her  heavily  beating  heart  â  heâs  smiling  ;  she  looks  absolutely  horrified  .   â  something  tells  me  this  hasnât  truly  taught  you  a  lesson  about  riding  in  the  road  ,  so  iâm  going  to  politely  request  that  the  next  time  you  do  it  ,  you  check  to  make  sure  iâm  not  around  .  â   summer shakes  her  head  ,  brows  pinched  as  he  walked  off  the  asphalt  ,  discreetly  checking  to  make  sure  he  wasnât  hobbling  .  â  the  last  thing  i  want  to  witness  is  you  being  squished  flat  as  a  pancake  .  â   she  lets  out  a  small  sigh  ,  shoulders  untensing  as  he  attempts  to  act  jovial  .  â  though  ,  iâm  not  sure  how  cool  i  can  make  falling  off  of  your  skateboard  sound  .  should  i  say  you  did  a  full  backflip  as  you  went  down  ?  is  that  even  possible  ?  â
            â you know -- i think iâve been told that riding on the road is dangerous once or twice in my lifetime . but whatâs life without a little bit of danger and excitement ? i think i feel more alive than i did just a few minutes ago . nothing like a near death experience to really wake you up in the morning . â hunter pats himself down quickly . everything seeming alright and heâs not in any real pain so he takes it as a win . heâs not hurt  ( with the exception of a few scrapes and bruises but thatâs normal for him ) , no one else seems hurt , all is good . except maybe his board -- he is worried about the state of his prized possession. . â i think youâre exactly the person i need around when i do stupid shit , who else is going to make sure iâm not a pancake as you so put it ? though , i do wonder what it would feel like to be one . would i also be fluffy and delicious or just like flat and lifeless . â hunter canât help but try and make light of the situation . itâs his coping mechanism , nothing matters and everything is fun and fine all the time .  â please do , that would be an epic trick . no one else has done it before but i could be the first . iâll start working on it now and we can say i was practicing . iâm trying to debut some new skills in the next x-games . â
Astrid became irritated fairly easy. One could say it had to do with the amount of pressure she was forced to live up to as a child. Perfect hair, perfect teeth, perfect personality. So when things threw her out of her daily force, she often got heated. Astrid told herself that had Hunter offered an actual apology or wiped that damn cheesy grin off his face that sheâd be gentler towards him. The blonde wasnât hurt by any means. She had managed to jump out of the way, but it still left her spooked. âYeah, itâs almost like thereâs literal pedestrians whoâd like to avoid getting hit by freaks who donât know common courtesy,â she snapped, a false smile on her face. âArenât there like⌠I donât know, skate parks where you could do whatever fucked up shit you want without torturing the rest of us?â
          hunter simply blinked and let the other snap at him -- he honestly didnât know how to react . it wasnât like heâd tried to fall off his board or cause a scene . he never meant for any of it to happen but he also knew he was to blame . so , for once he just didnât speak . it was probably better to let her get it off her chest . he was known to say the worst things at inappropriate times and he didnât think this was the moment to make a joke about being a freak on the street and in the sheets . but the thought did cause him to chuckle lightly to himself as soon as it crossed his mind . â ah yes , the skate park -- my second home . you know , those do exist but as it happens my schedule actually didnât allow for a visit there today . â he pouted as if truly upset about that fact .  â but also , donât you ever just want to get somewhere faster and feel the wind in your hair ? like riding a bike or rollerblading ? or do you just walk all the time ? because that seems rather boring . skateboarding is fun and fast . â
Genevieve gave him a bit of a nod, âDid you have a long day?â she asked with a small laugh. Pointing to him to the bartender signaling for another round. Turning her chair a bit, âWhat kind of shots? I literally was trying to come out for one drinkâ she laughed.Â
           â i had an -- unusual day . â hunter confided , mind still spinning and processing all that had occurred .  â well , whatâs the FUN in just one drink ? unless of course you have to drive , or like have something important to do . donât let me pressure you into drinking if you donât want to . i just hate drinking alone . â he rambled as he scanned behind the bar to select a liquor to shoot .  â how about amaretto ?  itâs tasty and strong . â
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     â  i hate to be the one to break it to you but theyâre probably gonna make that look a lot worse than it really was .  â  samuel looked around at the people around them , lucky to have avoided the crosshairs of hunter and his skateboard . while the entire situation amused him , he did his best to hold back the laughter that was brewing just beneath the surface .  â  are you good though ? i imagine that hurt quite a bit .  â
           â well , one can dream . iâm always cool in my dreams . maybe iâll go viral for my epic fall -- something , anything to make this slightly less embarrassing . iâm supposed to be good at this whole skateboarding thing . â he laughed it off , his ego was more hurt than anything else . honestly , hunter was more concerned about the state of his board than any bruises that were no doubt blossoming on his skin .  â after you hit the ground a few times at top speed you kind of get used to it . the advice i was always given and still follow is just to walk it off . â he picked up the offending plank of carefully constructed wood with a frown . a groan escaped his lips . â i just had the wheels fixed too and now theyâre all scuffed again . â
          counting to ten he wiggled each of his fingers and then rolled his wrist , wincing at the soreness but feeling reassured that nothing was b r o k e n . only his ego , that was more damaged than anything else . however , as he popped his skateboard up into his hand he plastered on a grin before turning back to make sure that no one else had been injured or harmed in any way by his l a c k of awareness .  â i suppose this is why i was always told NOT to ride my board or bike across the street . it all makes sense now , my eomma did have a point after all . â hunter shook his head trying to make light of the situation , slightly forced laughter passing between his lips . he looked to the car heâd almost run into the side of when heâd failed to look both ways and then around at the pedestrians heâd also almost hit in an attempt to avoid the vehicle . â terribly sorry for all of the trouble , though , i look forward to reading all about it on the internet later . please add loads of juicy details that make me seem either way COOLER as i fell off my board or more dramatic but , you know , still cool . â
â  not  my  usual  stuff  ,  huh  ?  â  heâs  aware  of  the  vast  difference  between  his  last  album  and  the  track  lingering  in  the  studio  .  syllables  leave  his  lips  as  he  sings  along  ,  iâm  going  through  changes  â  "  might  scrap  it  ,  or  keep  as  a  vault  track  ,  i  donât  know  ..  "  unsure  of  himself  ,  of  his  music  ,  all  new  feelings  since  his  undisclosed  stay  in  rehab  .  "  fuck  it  ,  what  have  you  been  working  on  ?  "
          he was lost . very lost . all the hallways looked the same and everyone was so a b s o r b e d in their work he didnât dare interrupt to ask how to get out of the building . hunter cursed his manager under his breath for leaving him here to figure it out on his own . with a defeated sigh , he paused his aimless wandering to pull out his phone and hopefully get in contact with someone who could help him . or that had been the plan before the open door across from him had him wandering in that direction and leaning up against the frame -- the music quite literally making every other thought slip from his mind . â thatâs a deep track , i donât know a thing about any of this... â he gestured to the music studio around them . â but if it helps at all , the song made me stop and listen . â  and then hunter had to look around and make sure the other was actually talking to him and not someone else because he wasnât working on anything . heâd spent his first and only ever hour inside one of those little booths just today . it was all a very surreal and claustrophobic experience . â apparently my voice becomes very muffled and pitchy when iâm on my board and that doesnât make for good advertising so it needed to be fixed with voice overs .  i donât know how you all do this -- one hour and i never want to hear my own voice played back at me ever again . â
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It had been too long of a day, shoot after shoot and the girl needed to relax a bit. Walking into the first bar she saw she went straight up to ask for a dirty martini. Nodding to the bartender once he handed it to her she looked at the person sitting beside her, âWould you like one?â she asked them giving a small smile.Â
          hunterâs head was still spinning from his last meeting . heâd left the office and stumbled into the closest bar , planning to process everything over a c o l d beer . but now the beer was warm , only half gone and he still couldnât BELIEVE the number of zeroâs on his new brand deal . hunter only came out of his haze when he saw the cocktail being handed to the newest addition to the crowd at the bar . maybe hard liquor was what he needed . he should be celebrating . â yes ! â he declared .  â i do want one , and a round of shots -- on me of course . â
      eyes roll so hard heâs suprised they havenât fallen out of his head, jude gently elbowing his company in the side to garner their attention elsewhere.  â i think weâve got fans,  â only to be met by the blinding FLASH of some paparazzoâs camera in the bushes, the incessant c l i c k of their photo being snatched.  â canât even get food without them always lurking around â i hope we at least get a funny headline. or something totally out of left field. â
          in all honesty , hunter thought he was seeing things . maybe there was lightning in the distance ?  he was so caught up in wincing at the horizon trying to spot another flash of light that the elbow to his side , though gentle , still caused him to stumble slightly . â fans ? â then it clicked , literally , the sound and the source . hunterâs eyes widened before he remembered what his publicist was trying desperately to teach him -- act n o r m a l , casual . though , he never had been a great student . he never could get used to being noticed , even with years of experience . what was he supposed to do with his hands ? â maybe we should put on a SHOW , give them the juicy headlines theyâre looking for . â he finally settled his hands in his pockets with a shrug . it went against everything heâd been told , but it would at least be  f u n .Â
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