Post by Dr. Seung Ri Yeong on Nov 25, 2008 17:54:07 GMT -5
Just Call Me: Marie
Been In The Business For: 3-4ish years
Also Known As: Just Seung Ri for now
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Name: Seung Ri Yeong
Nickname(s): Riri
DOB: 1/21/1979
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pathologist (Sub-specialized in Immunology)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Family:
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, coarse, half-way down her back. She usually ties it back in a pony-tail or bun, or when she's feeling especially nerdy, in braided pigtails.
Build: Awkwardly stick-skinny.
Face Claim: Seo Hyun
Likes:
Dislikes:
Talents:
Weaknesses:
Anything Else?:
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
Role Play Sample:
Secret Words: [Blocked Out]
Been In The Business For: 3-4ish years
Also Known As: Just Seung Ri for now
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Name: Seung Ri Yeong
Nickname(s): Riri
DOB: 1/21/1979
Gender: Female
Occupation: Pathologist (Sub-specialized in Immunology)
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Marital Status: Single
Family:
Parents: Wang Byung Soon, Yeong Chin Hae
Siblings: Twin Brother: Joo Chan, Younger Siblings: Sang Ho, Eunae
Other Family: Aunt: Hananaka Junko, Uncle: Seung Hyang Soon
Eyes: Black
Hair: Black, coarse, half-way down her back. She usually ties it back in a pony-tail or bun, or when she's feeling especially nerdy, in braided pigtails.
Build: Awkwardly stick-skinny.
Face Claim: Seo Hyun
Likes:
Good-looking guys, the winter season, 35mm cameras, darkrooms, un-naturally loves learning languages, Korea, most of her family.
Dislikes:
Her brother, her name, digital cameras, backstabbers, two-faced people, judgmental people, trends, people dying, people who put crap pictures on the internet and call it photography.
Talents:
Math, academics, languages, lab work, defiance to trends.
Weaknesses:
Guys with good smiles, her vanity, arrogance, awkwardness in relationships, not knowing how to act.
Anything Else?:
Appearance:
Seung Ri looks like your typical Korean girl. With her long black hair, deep brown eyes, and short-ness. As it turns out though, she's actually shorter than the average Korean girl, even worse, her mother Mother is 167 cm and my father is a tall 185 cm, so how she ended up so short is, in itself, an amazing mystery. her hair is pitch black, like so many Asians, but the thing that makes Seung Ri's hair strange is that it's unusually coarse, even coarser than your typical Korean girl, and on top of that her hair won't take dyes. Wayyy back when, so long ago when Seung Ri was in her rebellious stages, she attempted to dye her hair blond to tick off her Aunt. It failed, her hair was back to black in a week.
Seung Ri fairly muscular and skinny, though, muscle-wise, you can't really tell unless she is wearing shorts when she runs, or a skirt--which anyone who knows her knows that's unlikely. Unlike her legs, she lacks any upper-body strength, so her arms look like tree branches: skinny and long. Her legs, in comparison to the rest of her body are much too muscular, she considers them her best feature, excluding a 5 inch long scar she got when her brother pushed her out of a tree. It happened so long ago, and yet the scar is still very obvious. Because Seung Ri is an avid runner, she burns food off very quickly, which leads to her being ridiculously skinny. Sometimes to the point where it is unhealthy.
Personality:
There's a lot more to Seung Ri than meets the eye. She's cynical, sarcastic, hyper-active, and arrogant to a fault. Sure, she looks like she should be the adorable, quiet Asian girl, but she is hardly that. She's loud, first off, to strike that stereotype. She may look adorable, but one you get to know her true self she's far from that. While she may be loud, to the point of never shutting up sometimes, it's rare to actually learn something about her through all of her rambling. She's real good about telling one enough to keep them pacified, but not too much. Seung Ri is pretty good about not judging people before they judge her first, but, because of that, she judges quite a lot of people. Why? Well, 80% of the people who meet her once or twice have already made up their opinion of her: loud. Obnoxious. So, therefore, she makes her opinion of them: idiots.
She wasn't nearly as dumb either, as people expected she would be. Sure, most people who are obnoxious aren't the smartest, but she breaks this stereotype too. Her mind is always going about a mile a minute, processing patients, their issues, what's going on with her family and how much money she needs to send them, what she's going to eat for dinner, and what she is saying all at the same time in a given minute. Seung Ri is one hell of a mental multi-tasker. She has a bit of a complex though. She has do do well, she has to be the top, and most would probably guess that's because she want's to do well for her family. Not really, she just wants to be more successful than her brother--and everyone else. She really hates it when people are better than her, at pretty much anything. She is the center of the universe in her own mind. No one should be better than her, and it pisses her off when someone is.
Maybe that's what drove her to med school, and what made her double-specialize, just to be better than all those people with 1 specialty. That's just the kind of person she is though, vain and arrogant.
She's not all mean and arrogant though, I mean, sure, that's a pretty big portion of her, but it's not the entirety. The people who are nice to her, she in turn, does her best to be kind to. Eventually, she hopes, some guy will look past all her many faults and be with her, and maybe even change her. But that's a long shot, in her wildest dreams
History:
Seung Ri Yeong was born on January 21st in the dead of winter during a snow storm in Seoul, Korea. Five minutes after, her brother Joo Chan followed me out of the womb. My mother told me about that day, the doctor held me up and said "It's a girl?" with a perplexed tone in his or her voice. The family and everyone was told it would be twin boys, not a boy and a girl, even the doctors were wrong and confused. Thus she was doomed to the boy name of Seung Ri, because her parents didn't have any girls names thought up. That was how poor Seung Ri was cursed forever with a boys name that she hated.
Seung Ri's life in Korea went by fast, too fast, in her opinion. Up until 7th grade, she spent her years constantly fighting with Joo Chan, nearly getting the both of them expelled until her parents decided that they needed to intervene. So, since Seung Ri was both smarter, and spoke better engrish, they sent her off to live with her family in the U.S., Auntie Junko and Uncle Hyang Soon. She attended her last year of middle school and high school with two things in mind: graduate top in her class and get better at photograpy--her secret passion. She managed to do both and got accepted into University of Pennsylvania, her number 1 choice.
The years passed by, all to quickly, visiting her Auntie and Uncle on the shorter breaks and her family back in Korea during summer and winter breaks. Her accent faded, and so did her ties to her own family, and her homeland. The distance spread, and continues to spread to this day, Joo Chan lost in pretty much everything, excluding getting married. He completely won that one, to Seung Ri's dismay. While Seung Ri abolished most of her social life to study like the good Asian nerd she was in America, Joo Chan chased after the ladies, eventually finding one he feel madly in love with. On the contrary, this only made Seung Ri focus even more on her studies, she decided that she knew she couldn't beat him at that so she would completely own him in the academics field.
There was no denying it, she did indeed. After graduating University of Pennsylvania Med on full scholarships, with honors, she completed her residencies, becoming certified in immunology and pathology, and decided that she needed to get away from the school she'd seen so much of. She needed new sights. She applied for a job at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, and decided to claw herself up through the ranks, hoping to take over a department. Looking back, Seung Ri hasn't changed at all really, she still studies, is always watching Discovery Health and still needs to be the best at everything, even if she lost a fight to her brother.
Role Play Sample:
Hot. Hot, hot, hot! I'm going to melt. Was the first thing Seung Ri thought as she put her bags in the overhead compartment of the airplane. Her flight left bright and early, at the ripe hour of 7 in the morning, and the airplane's air conditioning wasn't started up quite yet. This year, Seoul seemed exceptionally hot, managing to get into the high 90s, unusual, considering the average was usually around 85. Or maybe it was just Seung Ri, after spending so much time in San Fransisco, adjusting to the perfect climate and the seabreeze made the summer climate in Korea not so appealing. Seung Ri's body didn't snap back nearly as quickly this year as she did in the past, and for once, she was feeling homesick for the U.S., even though she felt she didn't really have a home there.
She looked out the window of the plane; all she saw was tarmac and more planes. Her attention drifted to the people boarding; Seung Ri had a prime seat in the back, so to her dismay, she was the first one on, but will be the last one off. It always takes people so long to board planes, and it annoyed her to no end. Why couldn't they just throw their stuff in the overhead bin and sit their butts down in the seat? If she can do it, then surely, they can too. But of course, they had to fuss, and attempt to stuff something in the bin right above them, even though the one across from their seat was empty. If you really think you are going to forget where you put your bag, then why don't you just check it? Seung Ri would never forget her bag; it had her most beloved belonging in it: her camera. In fact, she was so overprotective of the old 35mm that she put it in its own purse with her ID and Passport and put it under her seat and tightly held it with her skinny ankles.
This summer, Seung Ri seemed lost in Seoul. It had hardly changed since her week-long visit during the winter, but she felt it did. She felt it became more industrial, even though in all truth it hadn't. Seung Ri felt like an outsider, and her family didn't help her. She stayed in her family's apartment for one and a half months, and her brother had managed to visit her once. It burned her ego a bit, because she actually wanted to see him. To kick him and pick on him like old times, but when he visited, it was brief and blasé. They chatted and then he left, he treated her like a stranger. The worst part was, she knew for a fact her wasn't doing much of anything this summer. When both of her parents were working and her younger siblings were back in school (they only had a couple of weeks off) she perused the city, and she saw her brother in various places, usually just sitting there drawing. It bothered her to no end, but she made a deal with herself that once the plane took off and Seoul was out of sight, she would put it behind her.
On the up-side, with Seoul changing to her, she took more pictures of the city for her photobook. She found plenty of perfect angles, and the way the buildings escalated to the sky eluded her. Seoul wasn't loads different than other major cities, nor were most of the sky scrapers, but she found it fascinating none the less. Half of her industrial pictures of Seoul were at night, the way the buildings danced and glowed in the moonlight entranced both her camera and her. But one picture she took amazed her, it was perfect. Seung Ri managed to sneak into work with her mother and got to the top of the behemoth building. Equipped with her tripod and lenses, she set up shop and waited until nightfall. And once it hit, allowed the shutter speed to be at a snail's rate and absorb all the lights. She got this particular roll developed, without doing it herself in her darkroom back in San Fransisco, and when she saw the photo she stopped breathing. The lights evaporating from the buildings, the streaks that at once represented cars flying down the roads, and the colors. The colors! That is what made the photographer choke up, the golds and oranges with the sudden contrast of blues and reds from signs and ads. It all managed to come together for one perfect photo, un-altered and in its purest form.
And she decided up front that it would never be seen by anyone but her.
Sure, her ego was screaming to paste it all over her family's house, her darkroom, and her apartment in America, and of course, she wanted to spam her family with it, and attack the internet with her perfect shot. But she wasn't. Why? Well, she wasn't quite sure herself, she just knew that she should keep it to herself for various unknown reasons.
Finally, the plane was clear for take-off. Her reminiscing about that picture had passed the time perfectly, everyone was in there seat and the plane was next in line to take off. Her eyes drifted to the window once again, as the plane suddenly moved at the speed of light, pushing her back into its cushioned seat. And quickly, too quickly, her foreign homeland, ever-changing, was now passing her by.
She looked out the window of the plane; all she saw was tarmac and more planes. Her attention drifted to the people boarding; Seung Ri had a prime seat in the back, so to her dismay, she was the first one on, but will be the last one off. It always takes people so long to board planes, and it annoyed her to no end. Why couldn't they just throw their stuff in the overhead bin and sit their butts down in the seat? If she can do it, then surely, they can too. But of course, they had to fuss, and attempt to stuff something in the bin right above them, even though the one across from their seat was empty. If you really think you are going to forget where you put your bag, then why don't you just check it? Seung Ri would never forget her bag; it had her most beloved belonging in it: her camera. In fact, she was so overprotective of the old 35mm that she put it in its own purse with her ID and Passport and put it under her seat and tightly held it with her skinny ankles.
This summer, Seung Ri seemed lost in Seoul. It had hardly changed since her week-long visit during the winter, but she felt it did. She felt it became more industrial, even though in all truth it hadn't. Seung Ri felt like an outsider, and her family didn't help her. She stayed in her family's apartment for one and a half months, and her brother had managed to visit her once. It burned her ego a bit, because she actually wanted to see him. To kick him and pick on him like old times, but when he visited, it was brief and blasé. They chatted and then he left, he treated her like a stranger. The worst part was, she knew for a fact her wasn't doing much of anything this summer. When both of her parents were working and her younger siblings were back in school (they only had a couple of weeks off) she perused the city, and she saw her brother in various places, usually just sitting there drawing. It bothered her to no end, but she made a deal with herself that once the plane took off and Seoul was out of sight, she would put it behind her.
On the up-side, with Seoul changing to her, she took more pictures of the city for her photobook. She found plenty of perfect angles, and the way the buildings escalated to the sky eluded her. Seoul wasn't loads different than other major cities, nor were most of the sky scrapers, but she found it fascinating none the less. Half of her industrial pictures of Seoul were at night, the way the buildings danced and glowed in the moonlight entranced both her camera and her. But one picture she took amazed her, it was perfect. Seung Ri managed to sneak into work with her mother and got to the top of the behemoth building. Equipped with her tripod and lenses, she set up shop and waited until nightfall. And once it hit, allowed the shutter speed to be at a snail's rate and absorb all the lights. She got this particular roll developed, without doing it herself in her darkroom back in San Fransisco, and when she saw the photo she stopped breathing. The lights evaporating from the buildings, the streaks that at once represented cars flying down the roads, and the colors. The colors! That is what made the photographer choke up, the golds and oranges with the sudden contrast of blues and reds from signs and ads. It all managed to come together for one perfect photo, un-altered and in its purest form.
And she decided up front that it would never be seen by anyone but her.
Sure, her ego was screaming to paste it all over her family's house, her darkroom, and her apartment in America, and of course, she wanted to spam her family with it, and attack the internet with her perfect shot. But she wasn't. Why? Well, she wasn't quite sure herself, she just knew that she should keep it to herself for various unknown reasons.
Finally, the plane was clear for take-off. Her reminiscing about that picture had passed the time perfectly, everyone was in there seat and the plane was next in line to take off. Her eyes drifted to the window once again, as the plane suddenly moved at the speed of light, pushing her back into its cushioned seat. And quickly, too quickly, her foreign homeland, ever-changing, was now passing her by.
Secret Words: [Blocked Out]
