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cora is loud and energetic often too loud for the room they are in - you always get the most like honest reaction out of them even if its a bit over the top

they came to town with their solo dad and two brothers and they love their dad with all their heart and their brothers well... theyre brothers! 

their mom and dad went through a divorce and wanted nothing to do with the family and they kind of grew up with not much to their name so thats kind of what started them in being very outdoorsy they are so easy to find their fun in anything they do. they were definitely a tree kid broken bones a pack of cute bandaids. theyre still like this ngll

very crafty as well not overly artistically talented but god do they love to make dumb shit especially with pottery or clay in general like theyre ugly and they probably tried to make you a personal cereal bowl for a present and it leaked bad but it makes a good key tray for the front door 

apartment is organized mess much like them in general, things are where they need to be but those places dont exactly make sense 

rebelled quite a bit from the end of high school and theyre still kind of in that ditched class for going to listen to music and smoke in the trails behind the school this really still happened even in college which is why they dropped out 

theyre competitive espeically if its something athletic they actually coach their younger brothers soccer team and... someone probably shouldnt have let them do that theyve gotten into arguments with moms. 

while theyre pretty serious about their job they cant help but sometimes they cause a little trouble and slack off a little bit from time to time and just mess around. letting friends have free camping spots during the off time. drinking and having big campfires as they are a expert horror story teller. which occasionally they scare tourists with as well 

rollerblades everywhere unless its shitty out theyll take the bus yes they are quirky what else do you want me to say theyre not gonna get a car you know theyre a planet lover at least theyre not like a vegan or a vegetarian 

connection ideas 

tinder date / set up date through a mutual friend : can be bad can be good can be funny bad and lead to a friendship this one is always fun to do 

siblings while i have it said they have only brothers im more than happy to work with that. one brother is a minor and id like to keep it that way,  but the other i dont mind about the age or anything 

maybe someone who camped and they have told one of their scary stories too them or town urban legends they make up to try and scare them. did it? 

friends they cause trouble with, theyre loud in bars together they cause general ruckus around town write on street signs just kind of vibe 

exes ( any gender ) cora is the type to be infatuated fast and then get bored and get over it just as quickly so i would say theyve been a serial dater in that respect. this probably doesnt always happen so we could definitely say your muse broke up with them.

hookups. good or bad. one night stand or on going.

one of their friends that has to recieve all their newest craft interests like the leaky cereal bowl or a knitted sweater that has lots of holes in it bcz of missed loops

𓏲  ՞  ˖  🍀    𓂃    ogawa  mizuki  (  léa  ),  cis  woman,  she/her.          have  you  seen  selene  ishii  around  town?  she  can  often  be  found  at  the  brew  commune,  &  you’ll  be  able  to  recognize  them  by  her  seemingly  permanently  ink  stained  fingers.  the  24  year  old  is  a  mystery  novelist  and  has  been  residing  in  solaris  for  seven  months.  the  aquarius  often  reminds  the  residents  of  frayed  edges  on  a  well  worn  sweater,  crinkled  eyes  hidden  behind  round  glasses,  and  the  mischief  an  empty  street  at  night  invites.

𝙺𝙾𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸 𝙸𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙸.

born  to  two  middle  class  high  school  teachers,  kotori  ishii  was  brought  to  this  world  wrapped  in  love  and  care  and  laughter.

with  a  mother  that  was  loud  and  vivacious  and  passionate,  and  a  father  that  was  quiet  and  reserved  and  kind,  kotori  took  after  the  best  of  both  of  them  and  quickly  became  the  apple  of  their  eyes.

kotori  grew  up  with  a  warmth  that  charmed  most  of  the  people  she  met,  and  a  clumsiness  that  endeared  her  to  them,  but  little  miss  sunshine  (  as  her  father  liked  to  call  her  )  always  had  a  nose  for  trouble.  she  was  constantly  looking  for  adventure,  straying  off  the  yellow  brick  road  to  chase  down  the  interesting  looking  bird  flying  over  head,  or  climbing  over  a  locked  fence  to  see  what  was  hidden  behind.

seeing  this  behaviour,  her  parents  sought  to  correct  it  by  encouraging  her  to  read  books  with  adventure  in  them  rather  than  seek  her  own,  and  to  their  delight,  kotori  took  to  the  stories  with  ease.

it  was  when  she  was  old  enough  to  finally  begin  reading  agatha  christie  that  kotori  felt  something  click  in  place.  all  the  mysteries  she'd  read  that  were  written  for  kids  were  good,  yes,  but  nothing  beyond  that.  the  world  of  agatha  christie,  however?  it  was  magnificent,  and  kotori  couldn't  get  enough.

she  doesn't  start  writing  her  own  mysteries  until  she's  in  high  school,  even  under  the  watchful  eye  of  her  mother  as  she  taught  english,  and  her  father  as  he  spouted  off  about  math.  she  was  never  quite  careful  enough  to  completely  hide  it  from  her  parents,  but  they  were  both  simply  happy  that  she  found  a  passion  of  her  own.

after  that  it  was  writing  competitions  and  posting  anonymously  on  different  websites.  it  was  winning  and  impressing  the  people  around  her  but  it  wasn't  enough,  not  really.  kotori  wanted  her  own  book.  hard  back.  she  wanted  her  name  on  the  cover  and  she  wanted  to  see  it  sitting  on  a  shelf  in  a  bookstore.

her  parents  had  said:  don't  be  disappointed  if  you  don't  get  results.  her  agent  had  said:  what  if  you  went  by  selene  instead?

𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙽𝙴.

selene  leaves  kotori  behind  when  her  first  book  gets  published.  mononyms  are  in,  her  agent  had  said,  and  she'd  said,  okay  then.  her  first  book  becomes  something  of  a  sensation.  people  whispering  about  how  someone  so  young  could  write  a  book  like  that,  how  someone  completely  unknown  could  write  a  book  like  that.

she  is  twenty  and  she  makes  headlines  and  does  interviews  and  answers  calls  from  her  parents  crying  about  how  proud  they  are  on  the  other  end  of  the  line.  and  it's  a  lot.  it's  too  much.  selene  wanted  her  book  on  the  shelf,  she  wanted  her  book  to  be  read,  but  the  rest  of  it?  the  rest  of  it  she  could  live  without.

when  she  was  fifteen  and  writing  the  first  draft  of  her  first  novel  she  had  never  thought  about  the  fame.  even  when  she  was  twenty  and  looking  at  her  own  display  in  the  bookstore  she  had  never  thought  about  the  fame.  she  was  not  a  celebrity,  not  in  any  way  she  thought  counted,  so  then  why?

eventually,  someone,  somehow,  someway,  found  the  address  to  the  apartment  complex  she  was  living  in,  and  on  her  twenty  first  birthday  she  got  an  anonymous  present  dropped  off  in  front  of  her  door.  it  was  an  innocent  little  thing,  a  snow  globe  and  a  little  thank  you  note,  but  it  was  enough.  it  was  enough  to  make  selene  wary,  and  a  paranoid,  and  think  about  people  less  kind  also  knowing  where  she  lived.

she  moves.  and  that  solved  the  issue,  for  a  while.  but  then  she  dropped  her  second  book,  aged  twenty  three  and  a  half,  and  the  next  week  there  was  an  abundance  of  gifts  waiting  for  her.  she  stays  this  time,  but  doesn't  open  the  presents,  and  her  parents,  seeing  her  uncomfortable  shifting  and  wide  eyes,  they  tell  her  about  solaris.

and  so  she  picks  up  everything  and  disappears.  only  her  parents  and  her  agent  know  she  is  now  residing  in  solaris,  and  selene  would  very  much  like  to  keep  it  that  way.  meanwhile,  her  fans,  her  critics,  her  friends,  they  wonder,  where  is  selene?

𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽.

selene  came  to  solaris  to  run  from  everything,  basically.  and  now  she's  here,  finally  relaxed,  to  work  on  her  third  book  in  peace.

in  terms  of  personality,  she's  very  friendly.  very  warm  and  inviting,  always  wearing  a  big  smile  and  saying  hello  with  a  friendly  wave.  she  babbles  a  lot,  though,  especially  if  she  isn't  fully  comfortable  with  you  yet.  she'll  fill  the  awkward  silences  with  unending  chatter.

she's  also  very  passionate,  especially  about  writing  but  that  translates  to  anything  she  likes.  you  can  tell  when  she's  talking  about  something  she  likes  because  her  smile  gets  wider  and  her  eyes  go  brighter  and  her  gestures  become  bigger  and  more  exaggerated.

even  though  she's  grown  now,  she  still  yearns  for  adventure  as  much  as  she  did  when  she  was  a  child.  in  fact,  sometimes  she  thinks  about  writing  adventure  novels  instead  of  mysteries,  but  she's  afraid  to  branch  out  incase  it  won't  work  and  people  hate  it.

can  get  kind  of  stubborn.  if  you  argue  with  her  she  will  get  huffy  and  put  one  hand  on  her  hip  and  furrow  her  eyebrows  and  use  her  other  hand  to  poke  a  finger  at  your  chest.  mostly  refuses  to  compromise  or  bend  her  opinion  on  something,  unless  you're  Very  very  convincing.

if  you  tell  her  you  don't  like  her  work,  she  Will  cry.  she'll  say  it's  okay  and  she  gets  that  not  everyone  will  like  what  she  writes,  but  she  will  definitely  be  emo  about  it.

𝙱𝙾𝙾𝙺𝚂.

first  novel  :  dancing  shoes  by  SELENE. blurb  :  a  ballet  academy  is  the  perfect  place  for  secrets,  and  zola  academy  of  dance  is  no  exception.  however,  when  on  the  eve  of  zola's  annual  production  of  giselle,  nothing  is  found  of  principal  dancer  maia  chang  but  her  dancing  shoes,  those  secrets  might  be  in  danger  of  coming  to  light. rating  :  4.07/5  stars  on  g**dreads.

second  novel  :  the  fifth  floor  by  SELENE. description  :  sitting  in  the  middle  of  an  ordinary  town,  lies  an  ordinary  office  building,  filled  with  ordinary  people.  there  is  nothing  ordinary,  however,  about  how  every  year,  without  fail,  at  8pm  on  march  23rd,  somebody  will  jump  to  their  death  from  the  fifth  window  on  the  fifth  floor. rating  :  4.29/5  stars  on  g**dreads.

third  novel  :  n/a  (  first  draft  in  progress  ). description  :  n/a. rating  :  n/a.

𝙿.𝚂.

AESTHETICS     :     bloody  noses  ,  calloused  fingers  ,  lost  guitar  picks  ,  torn  up  and  crumpled  notebook  paper  missing  the  toss  into  the  trashcan  ,  hands  stained  red  with  hair  dye  ,  longing  gazes  towards  the  fender  in  the  window  of  the  music  shop  ,  the  scent  of  coffee  clinging  to  skin  ,  nails  bitten  jagged  ,  eerie  silence  filled  only  with  the  sound  of  hysteric  breathing  at  three  in  the  morning  ,  a  homecooked  meal  made  following  a  recipe  written  on  an  index  card  yellowed  with  age  ,  calling  a  phone  number  that  doesn’t  belong  to  them  anymore  out  of  habit  and  being  met  with  the  voice  of  a  stranger.

STATISTICS     :

full name - yves hwang.

age - twenty three.

birthday & time & place - october 3rd, 1997. 00:15. solaris, france.

gender - agender.

pronouns - they/them.

sexuality - bisexual.

occupation - barista, sometimes does commission work (mostly arranging music, a little bit of production), trying to get music gigs but shit’s hard.

education - dropped out of university, was studying music.

hair color - dyed red.

height - 6′0.

piercings - dual lobe piercings on both ears.

tattoos - small bluebird on forearm.

hobbies - guitar, lyric writing, composing, sleeping, cooking, a little bit of piano and violin.

BACKSTORY     :     trigger  warnings  for  parental  death  ,  missing  children  /  kidnapping  ,  and  terminal  illness.

celine  and  christophe  hwang  welcome  their  first  child  ,  yves  ,  to  the  world  fifteen  minutes  into  october  third  1997.  the  couple  is  elated  ,  who  wouldn’t  be  ,  holding  a  miracle  in  their  arms     ?  

yves  meets  their  siblings  three  years  later  ,  when  the  twins  are  born  ,  and  they  adore  the  two  of  them.  in  the  hospital  ,  they  get  a  sticker  that  says     ‘     i’m  an  older  sibling     !     ’     and  refuse  to  take  it  off  of  their  shirt  for  the  next  week.

they  take  after  celine  ,   enraptured  by  the  way  her  fingers  float  across  the  keys  of  every  piano  she  sees.  she’s  kind  in  a  way  that  happens  rarely  ,  love  clear  in  the  sparkle  of  her  eyes  and  her  honey  soaked  words.    

when  yves  is  only  ten  years  old  ,  celine  comes  home  from  the  doctor’s  office  with  a  diagnosis  that  the  hwang  children  hardly  understand.  she’s  bedridden  for  too  long  ,  and  passes  away  surrounded  by  her  family  when  yves  is  thirteen.

they  were  already  helping  out  around  the  house  as  much  as  they  could  for  the  past  few  years  ,  along  with  the  twins  ,  but  after  her  passing  they  don’t  give  themself  more  than  a  few  days  to  grieve.  after  all  ,  the  house  has  to  keep  running  somehow.  yves  helps  their  dad  onto  his  feet  again  ,  reassures  him  that  they’ll take  care  of  the  twins  when  they’re  home  from  school  and  he’s  still  at  work.  as  much  as  they’d  like  to  convince  themself  that  they’re  fine  and  don’t  need  help  ,  they  struggle  falling  asleep  for  months  and  cry  every time  they  hear  la  cathédral  engloutie.  the  years  pass  and  they  will  themself  to  be  stronger  ,  they  cook  her  favorite  meals  and  pick  up  the  guitar.  at  least  they’re  comfortable  with  the  fact  that  she’s  proud  of  them  ,  wherever  she  is.

when  they  were  sixteen  ,  everything was fine.  finally  ,  everything  was  as  normal  as  it  could  be.  they’re  home  from  school  early  ,  romi  is  at  an  after  school  activity  while  they  dropped  her  twin  at  soccer  practice.  yves  is  supposed  to  be  watching  him  ,  making  sure  he  doesn’t  get  hurt  ,  but  they’re  a  teenager  ,  they  want  to  fool  around  and  feel  the  air  in  their  lungs  before  adulthood  strikes.  they  go  to  pick  up  their  brother  ,  only  he’s  nowhere  to  be  found.  yeah  ,  they  got  a  few  minutes  late  ,  but  he’s  always  there. always.  panicked  ,  they  go  to  pick  up  romi  ,  make  sure  she’s  okay  ,  and  call  the  cops  before  calling  their  dad.  the  investigation  lasts  a  year  before  everyone  gives  up.  yves  blames  themself  ,  and  from  what  they  overhear  from  their  father’s  room  one  night  in  between  heaving  sobs  no  child  should  hear  from  their  parent  ,  a  part  of  him  blames  them  too.  of  course  ,  that’s  all  chalked  up  to  pain  ,  he  doesn’t  mean  that  ,  but  yves  heard  enough.

they  go  to  three  therapy  sessions.  in  each  one  ,  they  sit  in  silence  ,  eyes  devoid  of  light.  yves  doesn’t  show  for  the  fourth  or  the  fifth  or  the  sixth  ,  throwing  themself  into  music  and  college  applications.

they’re  nineteen  and  in  a  big  city  for  the  first  time  ,  alone  and  free  and  everything  is  fine  as  they  work  towards  a  degree  in  music.  except  for  when  it  isn’t.  they  get  a  phone  call  saying  that  their  father  ,  civil  servant  ,  is  in  police  custody  for  embezzlement.  it  doesn’t  take  two  beats  for  them  to  pack  their  bags  and  move  back  to  care  for  romi.  she’s  only  sixteen  after  all  ,  and  it’s  just  the  two  of  them.

yves  is  twenty  three  and  feels  empty  navigating  adult  life.  every  day  is  just  that  —  another  day.  survive. survive. survive.

PERSONALITY  &  HEADCANONS     :    

they’re  very  bitter  ,  quiet  ,  blunt  ,  stubborn.  on  the  other  hand  ,  to  people  they  like  ,  they  can  be  caring  to  an  almost  overwhelming  amount.  they  keep  everyone  at  arms  length  ,  but  to  those  that  manage  to  melt  the  ice  around  their  heart  ,  they’re  overbearing.  always  checking  in  on  how  they’re  doing  ,  making  them  food  ,  etc. yves  also  has  a  tendency  to  put  other  people  before  them  to  an  almost  unhealthy  extent.  they’ll  drive  themself  to  the  point  of  illness  if  it  means  everyone  else  is  fine  ,  and  god  forbid  someone  else  tries  to  take  care  of  them.

their  few  joys  are  music  and  books.  more  often  than  not  ,  if  they’re  sitting  alone  ,  it’s  either  with  their  journal  in  hand  filled  with  lyrics  or  a  new  book.

not  once  to  initiate  conversation  ,  but  once  you  get  them  talking... well... good  luck  charlie

wears glasses... haha nerd... prefers  contacts  though

loves  cooking  from  their  mom’s  old  recipes 

black  +  red  are  their  favorite  colors

always  has  headphones  in.  even  when  they’re  working  they  have  an  offbrand  airpod  in  one  ear.  was  that  kid  that  wore  sweatshirts  in  school  and  sneaked  headphone  wires  up  the  sleeves  so  they  could  hold  the  bud  in  their  hand  and  lean  the  side  of  their  head  into  their  hand