#awakenedwon

Opinion on;

Character in general: Ah, Siwonnie-wonnie it's funny really because all my rp life (lol what) I have been looking for a good Siwon. Not in a face chaser way, but a way that he needed to be perfect, God made that boys face/body perfect but he needed someone to breath life into him that was interesting enough to make me go ooohhhh yes - and here you are! He's devilish, he's cunning... he's dark, depraved, blood thirsty, proud, sexual but oh so civilized, gentlemanly, suave and intelligent. All in all he's the perfect vampire! I also adore how sweet he is to René, he pampers him and René just loves it. 

How they play them: as the above really, he's very eloquent because my baby is so smart ;) My only problem is that I don't get enough ¬_¬ everyone else gets much more Siwon then I do -whines- I think it's because we talk so much ooc, that we forget our little puppets haven't actually spoken to each other in a while xD

The Mun: mon amour ... need I say more?

Do I:

RP with them: YesWant to RP with them: No, haha I kid

What is my;

Overall Opinion:  You worry for no real reason baby, you're popular, as is your muse, so you're evidently doing great things and you know I'm jelly that I can't keep Siwon in a box all to myself ;D

The vaguely saddened but constantly troubled smile persisted, pale eyes venturing towards the window as the knight spoke. Saying the past king was a cruel man, to Baekhyun, was the same as saying the sky was blue and the oceans deep.

There was no denying the way his hands shook when he stuck them into his pockets that night, the way he gnawed at his lower lip when he stepped out of his owner's residence. He had had the courtesy of telling Mikhail that he was going out, but when he realized a car had been sent to pick him up, his stomach had churned. Because in all honesty, he was unaware of what he was getting himself into, tight there and then. He simply knew he had been called for, and asked to be at a certain place at a certain time. He hadn't expected this, but when the driver asked his name and he calmly informed him, Emmanuel was asked to sit, so he did. The car door was held open for him, he slipped inside, seated on smooth leather and he couldn't help but to feel just a little bit wooed. As moronic as it sounded. But even so he was calm, his hands resting peacefully in his lap as he leaned back, gaze directed at the nature swooshing by the car-window.  There was enough common sense in his mind to realize they were heading into the city and it made him a bit excited. He hadn't been there all too much yet after all, and there were so many things he had yet to experience. To merely see.  

So his gaze remained glued to the outside world, eyes wide for a moment at least before he forced himself to calm down. He needed to act properly, because he had no idea whatsoever as to why he had been called out like this. But he had dressed well, and happily so now when everything seemed to be of fancy measure. His red strands of hair had been carefully styled into place, though of course made to look messy by his own will. He might have been cut off form society for years but he was still allowed to keep in touch with trends, a few things here and there. Because even though they had all been groomed into perfect little vampire playthings,  they still needed to be capable of socializing as well as getting around, something Emmanuel knew he was bad at already. But he would make an effort to get better at it, now when he was actually eligible for a somewhat regular life — for a few years at least — he wanted to do as many things as he could. Of course.

Clad in deep reds adorned with gold and surmounted with dark, solid oak the Russian Tea Room couldn't have been more avant garde. Three gold bears dancing underneath a wreath of flowers of some sort was engraved into the menus and a single bear accompanied each table in the mirrors on the wall. There was even an ice sculpture of a bear whom appeared to be juggling, much to the woman's amusement. Having squeezed through the busy foyer where people chattered and gossiped, Hyojin made a bee line for the bar, ordering herself a glass of pinot grigio before attempting to find herself a table. 

The further into the tea room she wandered the more lively the party seemed to become. People occupied each table, all dressed in their finest clothes and most extravagant accessories, even the gold tree sprouting up near the end of the room was surrounded by guests. Hyojin stood for a moment in her simple long-sleeved black gown that hugged her hips, beading falling around the backless part of her dress and collecting at a point near the end of the skirt. Loosely holding her wine glass between her delicate fingers as she looked for an empty table, the hunter spotted a booth where a single man perched, leaned back against the booth coolly as if peacocking for the attention of the party guests.