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 Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 4:58 pm
 Name: Song Ji Eun
Age:17
Race: Cupid
Personality: Blunt, Cold, Callous, Intelligent, Quick to anger, B****y
Powers/Special Talents (If you have any): Make people fall in or out of love, I can see how strong a bond is between two people, and I can help build or break a relationship already formed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 6:38 pm
Extended version XXXXX LXXX Y XXX R XXX I XXX C XXXXXMy name is and always will be Song Ji Eun. I do go by Lyric though.
I'm sure it's quite obvious, but I'll say it anyways. I'm a female.I am 17 years old, my birthday is May 14th.
I am a third class angel, or as people say today a "Cupid."
Appearance wise, I am 5'9", with brown hair, brown eyes (I wear contacts but they are clear), an athletic body (volleyball), pale skin, and I reach my home country's, Korea, standard of beauty
Standards are: • Pale/Milky/Flawless Skin
• High Nose Bridge
• Large Eyes
• Double-Eyelids
• High Cheekbones
• Straight White Teeth
• Small 'cute' Lips
• V-Line
• Small Face
• Innocence, cuteness, prettiness (You need all 3)
• Eye Smile (eyes that turn into an arch shape when you smile) I view myself in an unbiased way, therefore it doesn't bother me to say I am blunt, cruel, cold, callous, b****y, Intelligent, and somewhat conceited.
I have the ability to make people fall in or out of love. I can see the bond shared between people and it's strength. And I can help strengthen or help break a bond already formed.
My weakness... I would have to say is my one insecurity. The hideous scar on my back. My past? I didn't plan on giving a history lesson but if its necessary, I have never had many problems in life. I was born to two loving and devoted parents. Really I could have asked for better ones. I could, however, have asked the dad stayed home just a bit more and mom stopped focusing solely on her social life some, but those are minor details.
I was always handed things on a golden platter, silver platters just weren't enough for me. Life has never been hard, until my dad found out I wasn't his. The doll house allusion we'd invented crumbled then. Dad went hysterical and almost killed her. When I tried to intervene he pushed me away and I just so happened to run into a maid caring a bowl of some hot liquid, which spit on my back searing the skin. Hospital, was boring. I recovered, only having a ugly scar to prove my story. Family meeting, we found mom was a cupid and was being pressure by her family to leave him and marry another cupid, finally she decided to at least meet who they wanted her to marry. And ended up having an affair which led to me.
Dad left, taking all of his money with him. Mom started to try to find a job and actually did well for a while. but she hadn't had a job since she'd married so she eventually gave up, instead deciding to search for another rich man to take care of her. Not so proud right now (I think she should get her lazy good-for-nothing behind up and do something with herself besides gold digging). After a while I couldn't even stand being around her. So I looked through her things, found my reals dads number, and gave him a call. He was surprised to learn that he had a daughter, but it only took a week to convince him that mom wasn't fit to take care of me. I've been living with him for three months now and since school is supposed to be back in session he sent me here.
A fact about me is I usually tend not to like people. So if you were planning on making my dead heart beat again, think again. Have a nice day and go eff yourself. -Lyric
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