Post by zion on Jan 3, 2009 7:51:53 GMT 10
[/size]`Zion Coda Kyung!!!
quiet, intelligent, loyal
Name: Zion Coda Kyung
Nickname(s): Z
Major: Music
Age: Twenty
Grade: Junior
Birthdate: December 19, 1988
Orientation: Straight
Location: Seoul, South Korea
`Appearance ,,
I don't think I look very avaerage for a white kid and I think it's because I'm not actually white, I'm half white, yeah I know, you poor baby whatever I don't care but I was born in like Montana. But I am half Korean, so I have poofy cheeks and slanted eyes, oh joy. My natural hair color is....well I actually don't remember what my natural hair color is anymore. I've dyed it so many times, I think it was like black or something. But the point is, it's brown now and it's been that way for the last like week, which means I need to dye it again soon. I dye my hair alot.
I have these huge brown eyes and I always seem to look tired. It sucks. I'm kinda short yeah five eight is short people, well for a guy anyways. I know girls that are taller than me, how much does that blow? and I weigh like one twenty three? I think, damn I need to lose some weight like right now. I look really skinny but I eat alot, my parents tell me I have a bottomless pit for a stomach which is probably true.
My style is not really all that original, It's like usually a t shirt and jeans. I like hats alot, like beanies. I wear alot of those but my style is pretty much the same as normal kids my age. I have vision problems so I have glasses although most of the time I actually wear contacts. I tend to care alot about my appearance so it takes me a while to get ready in the morning. Alot of people ask me if I'm gay because of some of the things that I wear but I'm not, I've never even experemented with that kind of stuff and I really don't plan on it any time soon.
I don't think I look very avaerage for a white kid and I think it's because I'm not actually white, I'm half white, yeah I know, you poor baby whatever I don't care but I was born in like Montana. But I am half Korean, so I have poofy cheeks and slanted eyes, oh joy. My natural hair color is....well I actually don't remember what my natural hair color is anymore. I've dyed it so many times, I think it was like black or something. But the point is, it's brown now and it's been that way for the last like week, which means I need to dye it again soon. I dye my hair alot.
I have these huge brown eyes and I always seem to look tired. It sucks. I'm kinda short yeah five eight is short people, well for a guy anyways. I know girls that are taller than me, how much does that blow? and I weigh like one twenty three? I think, damn I need to lose some weight like right now. I look really skinny but I eat alot, my parents tell me I have a bottomless pit for a stomach which is probably true.
My style is not really all that original, It's like usually a t shirt and jeans. I like hats alot, like beanies. I wear alot of those but my style is pretty much the same as normal kids my age. I have vision problems so I have glasses although most of the time I actually wear contacts. I tend to care alot about my appearance so it takes me a while to get ready in the morning. Alot of people ask me if I'm gay because of some of the things that I wear but I'm not, I've never even experemented with that kind of stuff and I really don't plan on it any time soon.
Best Feature: My face, because I am mixed ethnicity it makes me look more unique and therefore alot of people always tell me how good looking I am. It generally goes to ones head.
Worst Feature:My feet, I hate feet, I really do I would cut mine off if they weren't necessary but they are. And I hate feet even my feet.[/size]
`Personality ,,
Quiet – I’ve always been a quiet kind, I’m not really sure why. I mean I’ve had my days where I’m slightly hyper and when I was younger I was probably a lot more sociable than I am now but for the most part I’m pretty much a keep to yourself kind of guy especially since my divorce it’s almost like I don’t trust girls anymore, I want to but I think I’m just scared. Most people define me as a Lava lamp, pretty to look at but not very bright. I’m not that smart in that kind of department. I don’t really go out of my way to talk to people and I think that makes people think I’m this stuck up rich boy which I’m rich yes but not stuck up.
Intelligent – I’m book smart, I’ actually quite good in school, I always have been. I’m not a straight A student or anything but there are places where I am strong in the way of intelligence. I’m not a genius but I have a lot of common sense so I know when to leave well enough alone. I graduated high school pretty high up in my class like the top 20. I wasn’t in the top ten but I was like eleven or something like that which means I’m pretty smart. I don’t like to rub it in though because I know there are people who would love to kick my ass. And I don’t fancy getting beat up. Ha ha
Loyal – I’m loyal to my family and my friends. Once you’re friends with me I’m the kind of guy who will do anything to make sure you’re happy and okay and take care of and what not. It’s not like I’m clingy or anything but If I hear someone talking bad about you, I’m gonna stick up for you no matter what. Which trust me, has gotten me into a fair bit of trouble. All I can say is don’t go after one of my friends or family because you’ll have a very pissed off Korean – American on your tail.
Quiet – I’ve always been a quiet kind, I’m not really sure why. I mean I’ve had my days where I’m slightly hyper and when I was younger I was probably a lot more sociable than I am now but for the most part I’m pretty much a keep to yourself kind of guy especially since my divorce it’s almost like I don’t trust girls anymore, I want to but I think I’m just scared. Most people define me as a Lava lamp, pretty to look at but not very bright. I’m not that smart in that kind of department. I don’t really go out of my way to talk to people and I think that makes people think I’m this stuck up rich boy which I’m rich yes but not stuck up.
Intelligent – I’m book smart, I’ actually quite good in school, I always have been. I’m not a straight A student or anything but there are places where I am strong in the way of intelligence. I’m not a genius but I have a lot of common sense so I know when to leave well enough alone. I graduated high school pretty high up in my class like the top 20. I wasn’t in the top ten but I was like eleven or something like that which means I’m pretty smart. I don’t like to rub it in though because I know there are people who would love to kick my ass. And I don’t fancy getting beat up. Ha ha
Loyal – I’m loyal to my family and my friends. Once you’re friends with me I’m the kind of guy who will do anything to make sure you’re happy and okay and take care of and what not. It’s not like I’m clingy or anything but If I hear someone talking bad about you, I’m gonna stick up for you no matter what. Which trust me, has gotten me into a fair bit of trouble. All I can say is don’t go after one of my friends or family because you’ll have a very pissed off Korean – American on your tail.
Likes:
+ Sleeping - what late teenager doesn't like to sleep I know I'm technically not a teenager anymore but I still love to sleep and will sleep in any chance I get.
+ Eating - I love this because well, what guy hates food seriously? Plus, I have this little trick called being half Asian in which I don't gain a poun when I eat, and I eat alot so this is a beautiful thing!
+ Singing - Okay well lets see, music major so of course I love singing. I've been doing it for quite sometime and I'm rather good at it.
+ Shopping - okay so most guys hate shopping but I love it, mostly well only if it's for clothes.
+ Riding my motorcycle - Yes this is how I get around most of the time and this is good because well it's a really cheap way to get around, what with the gas prices now a days
+ History Class - Okay so in high school, this was my favorite class and I once thought about majoring in this actually.
+ My looks - I have a very unique face and mostly it's because I'm half and half so I kind of have an Asian face with like this air of white about me. Which is why I look unique even in Korea.
+ Playing race car video games - What male hates doing something like this? Okay maybe it's just video games in particualr but I really love racing games because you could suck and still win. You just have to know how to drive >.<
+ Rain - I love the rain. I've always loved the rain. It gives you an excuse to go to sleep.
+ Parties - I like dancing and I like hanging out with my friends and the one place where I can do both of these things is a place I like to be.
+ Girls - Yes, I like girls, I'm normal.
+ The Song 'What's My Age Again?' by BLINK182 - This song cracks me up but at the same time it makes me feel sorry for the guy. If that was me I would throw myself off a bridge i guess.
+ The beach - Yeah, I like the beach. I love the beach it's a nice place to relax.
+ Ghost Stories - These make me laugh. But they are also extreamly interesting.
+ Magic - There is something about it that just makes me interested. I'm talking Criss angel magic not that other guy who hung himself upside down for a few days, a monkey can do that.
+ Flowers - I think it's a romantic way to show your feelings. I like giving girls flowers. Especially when I like them.
Dislikes:
- one night stands - I think that these are pointless and stupid and have extreamly bad consequneces. So I don't do them. Leave me alone.
- being called Chinc - What the hell is that anyways?!
- being called a farm boy because he was born in Montana - Yes, I was born in Montana, My father was born in Montana. Shut up.
- Jerks - Okay yes I hate Jerks, let's make fun of me now.
- Puppies - They are loud, they are annoying and they poop all over. No.
- Ice Cream - I don't know why I am one of the strange people that doesn't like this but I am.
- Clowns - Okay the movie IT did it for me, I hate these mofo's scary....
- Halloween - What is the point in dressing up, knocking on doors and getting candy, it's like manacial girl scounts attempting to make quota.
- Secrets - I don't like them, I have them but I believe in a relationship the person you are with should know everything.
- Cheaters - Yeah, My ex wife did this to me, that's why she's ex.
- Liars - Ditto on above.
Positive Traits:
Tri – lingual – I’m Trilingual, which means I speak three languages, I was raised this way. I had three very people in my life. I had my father, which taught me English which is one that I’m really glad that I know, It’s was rather useful in my life. Although I wasn’t really up on the slang until I got to Washington. There was my mother, she spoke to me in Korean, plus I lived in Korea most of my life so that is my second language. I love Korea and I miss it but I think I needed a change of scenery. Then finally there was my nanny, Kayako. She taught me Japanese. Now, I’m not really sure why I needed to know this language but I guess it’s a good thing because you never know when you end up someplace like Japan.
Responsible – I take responsibility for my actions which is something that I know is a good thing. No matter what it is, I know that if I had something to do with then I need to stand up and take responsibility. I take care of my son and even though I could have easily let his mother have custody that is something that I would not subject him to because I don’t know how much she would be there for him and plus I’m in love with him. I’m glad he is here with me because it will easier to teach him two languages. He doesn’t have two parents to do this like I did.
Clean – Now I’m not a clean freak or anything but I cannot stand a dirty house. I was raised by people who were very clean and so I am very clean myself. I am teaching my son to pick up after himself and he seems to be getting it, kind of but then again he’s only two so I’m lucky he’s humoring me at all. I’m not always cleaning seeing as I pick up after myself to begin with.
Negative Traits:
Romantic – I’m the kind of person who will take a girl on a date and pay for everything. Bring her flowers for no apparent reason and that kind of stuff. I think it’s a bit old fashioned now and there are not a lot of guys who do this kind of stuff but I’m glad that I do because it has gotten me a son which I love with all my heart, even if the woman was less than trusting. My father said that she was just a bitch and being the way I was , It’s real easy to take advantage of me because I give myself –not always physically- completely to a girl. I need to learn not to do this.
Determined- Okay so this is not usually a negative for people but for me it is. When I set my mind to something I go through with it which again is usually a strength for someone but for me it’s the biggest weakness that I have because I kind of tend to ignore everything else when I’m in this kind of a mood. I make sure that I get it done, weather it’s a report or something else and I ignore everyone around me until it’s finished that way I don’t lose my state of mind.
Proud – This is a really big problem, I have a lot of pride and I don’t like to admit when I’m wrong even though I will. I also am very stubborn. If I wanna do something I’m gonna do it and I really don’t care what people think about it or think of me and I think that is another thing that I might need to work on.
Greatest Ambition: To become a Famous Musician in Korea
Greatest Fear: Losing my child to my ex wife[/size]
`History ,,
First of all, my father was called Eric and he was born in Montana. When he was about to enter university to study law and business, he moved to Korea and that is where he met my mother, Hyerin. She was in her last year of getting her law degree and was the daughter of a computer genius. They instantly fell in love and the families gave their blessing for them to be together. Two years after they met they married and lived in a house that my grandfather bought for them. Seven months later and less than a week before Christmas I was born. 19 December was a fun day for them I’m betting. Being that I was born premature I had to stay in the hospital for a while in order to make sure I wasn’t going to up and die on them. But you know what they say, only the good die young… Anyway, it was after the New Year before I was able to go home and I bet they wished they could have kept me there. My father once told me that for the first six months I was a hell child because I cried non stop, barely slept and refused to eat anything. Then I just stopped and I was the perfect baby.
Then I got older…I hit the terrible twos with a vengeance and once more I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep and pitched fits that would make any spoiled brat proud (keep in mind though, I wasn’t a spoiled brat). Your guess was as good as theirs back then as to why I was like that. Then just as quickly it stopped again and I was the angel once more. That was about the time that I discovered books. My parents were out on a daily basis looking for books for me – all new and exciting – to look at because that was the only time I was really quiet and they could get some rest. That continued for several years and they had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. I was a great kid for months on end and then bang, just like that I would turn into the demon child from hell. They started taking me to all these child psychiatrists and after about the fourth one they finally figured out my problem: I had a minor chemical imbalance due to the being born premature thing and took mini seizures, which meant I also had epilepsy. For about two weeks they debated about putting me on medication to control the mood swings, even though they knew that it would end up causing me to have worse seizures. I guess in the end they finally did decide and I was put on some kind of nasty tasting and looking pills. Then I had to take more to counteract the seizures so I was doped up a lot.
Being the only child of a prominent family comes with it’s own share of responsibilities and when I was thirteen, my parents decided to send me to a school in Montana, and I hit my teen aged years with a vengeance. I’ll admit that I got pretty bad then and made my parents’ lives hell for a while. I got frustrated with the whole taking pills thing because I didn’t like how they made me feel so I stopped taking them. Probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but at the time I didn’t care. Of course I ended up taking worse seizures and what not, and then there was the fact that was when I started drinking. Being thirteen, in a new place and mad at the world I didn’t really have much to do other than that. I went to this party one night and low and behold I discovered … sex. Yeah, I was a naughty little fuck I tell you. Shocking thing to me back then though?
After a while though, I calmed down again and actually started dating a girl. Her name was Alyson and she was gorgeous! I mean really. Anyway, we were together for about two and a half months when she told me that she was pregnant. And well I was psyched, I was eighteen and I was a happy kid with a good strong head on my shoulders, I figured I could support a kid or two and a wife, So I did something stupid, I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we got married. Then she consented to move back to Korea with me. And we were happy, for exactly a year an four days. My son was born and I was just so happy that I didn't see what was going on under my own nose, well not until I walked In on it. She was with my best friend and they were NOT playing monopoly.
Well I snapped, Jumped on my best friend and starting hitting him, grabbed a candle from the side of the bed (ally had always had a thing for those stupid candles in the glass holders) anyways I grabbed it and just started hitting him with it. Even after it broke I just kept hitting him, it took four cops to get me off the guy and well. He's scared for life that I'll tell you. After I got out of jail, I was only there for the weekend. After I got out I divorced her and decided to do more with my life and so, I moved to Washigton with my son, Alex and made a new life.
First of all, my father was called Eric and he was born in Montana. When he was about to enter university to study law and business, he moved to Korea and that is where he met my mother, Hyerin. She was in her last year of getting her law degree and was the daughter of a computer genius. They instantly fell in love and the families gave their blessing for them to be together. Two years after they met they married and lived in a house that my grandfather bought for them. Seven months later and less than a week before Christmas I was born. 19 December was a fun day for them I’m betting. Being that I was born premature I had to stay in the hospital for a while in order to make sure I wasn’t going to up and die on them. But you know what they say, only the good die young… Anyway, it was after the New Year before I was able to go home and I bet they wished they could have kept me there. My father once told me that for the first six months I was a hell child because I cried non stop, barely slept and refused to eat anything. Then I just stopped and I was the perfect baby.
Then I got older…I hit the terrible twos with a vengeance and once more I didn’t eat, didn’t sleep and pitched fits that would make any spoiled brat proud (keep in mind though, I wasn’t a spoiled brat). Your guess was as good as theirs back then as to why I was like that. Then just as quickly it stopped again and I was the angel once more. That was about the time that I discovered books. My parents were out on a daily basis looking for books for me – all new and exciting – to look at because that was the only time I was really quiet and they could get some rest. That continued for several years and they had no idea what the hell was wrong with me. I was a great kid for months on end and then bang, just like that I would turn into the demon child from hell. They started taking me to all these child psychiatrists and after about the fourth one they finally figured out my problem: I had a minor chemical imbalance due to the being born premature thing and took mini seizures, which meant I also had epilepsy. For about two weeks they debated about putting me on medication to control the mood swings, even though they knew that it would end up causing me to have worse seizures. I guess in the end they finally did decide and I was put on some kind of nasty tasting and looking pills. Then I had to take more to counteract the seizures so I was doped up a lot.
Being the only child of a prominent family comes with it’s own share of responsibilities and when I was thirteen, my parents decided to send me to a school in Montana, and I hit my teen aged years with a vengeance. I’ll admit that I got pretty bad then and made my parents’ lives hell for a while. I got frustrated with the whole taking pills thing because I didn’t like how they made me feel so I stopped taking them. Probably wasn’t the best idea in the world, but at the time I didn’t care. Of course I ended up taking worse seizures and what not, and then there was the fact that was when I started drinking. Being thirteen, in a new place and mad at the world I didn’t really have much to do other than that. I went to this party one night and low and behold I discovered … sex. Yeah, I was a naughty little fuck I tell you. Shocking thing to me back then though?
After a while though, I calmed down again and actually started dating a girl. Her name was Alyson and she was gorgeous! I mean really. Anyway, we were together for about two and a half months when she told me that she was pregnant. And well I was psyched, I was eighteen and I was a happy kid with a good strong head on my shoulders, I figured I could support a kid or two and a wife, So I did something stupid, I asked her to marry me. She said yes and we got married. Then she consented to move back to Korea with me. And we were happy, for exactly a year an four days. My son was born and I was just so happy that I didn't see what was going on under my own nose, well not until I walked In on it. She was with my best friend and they were NOT playing monopoly.
Well I snapped, Jumped on my best friend and starting hitting him, grabbed a candle from the side of the bed (ally had always had a thing for those stupid candles in the glass holders) anyways I grabbed it and just started hitting him with it. Even after it broke I just kept hitting him, it took four cops to get me off the guy and well. He's scared for life that I'll tell you. After I got out of jail, I was only there for the weekend. After I got out I divorced her and decided to do more with my life and so, I moved to Washigton with my son, Alex and made a new life.
Best Memory: The day my son was born. I was late, of course because I hadn't gotten the message until I got off work but All was fine because the baby was running a bit late too. Although Ally threatened to beat me within an inch of my life many times and threw alot for things at me, once he was born. Man, things were good.
Worst Memory: The worst memory? Well That is without a doubt the day I walked in on my ex wife. Well l we had only been married like a year and I came home from work and well there was her in bed with my best friend. And well, that didn't sit well with me.
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`Writing Skill ,,
Nikki sighed walking out on the track, it wasn’t cold today but it was not incredibly hot like it had been and for that he was glad, that was the thing he hated most about this place. It was hot all the time unlike Russia, it was only hot sometimes and he liked it. He missed Russia but he knew deep down that if he wanted to have a graduation ceremony that didn’t include 20,00 television reporters than he needed to put up with this place and just deal with the good and the bad. Like reading, god he hated attempting to Read English.
So H is ha and not en, and P is pi and not R, okay so what the hell why couldn’t they just Cyrillic like normal people? Okay so Cyrillic was apparently not used by normal people but it was easier for him, was that bad, making things easier on him? Of course it was, he had to learn English so he could get by because if they sent him to a country that spoke Russian well then it was fan girls all over again. It wasn’t like he chose to be a famous pop star. His mother chose which made things all harder.
He wasn’t saying that he hated it because he didn’t; he just thought that maybe his mother should have waited until he was older to push him into it instead of the tender age of fifteen. The music industry could have scarred him at such a young age and now that he knew just how far up he was, there was nowhere to go but down. This was one of the reasons that he wanted to graduate. What if something happened and he was dropped, he wouldn’t have anything to fall back on. At least this way he could go to college. And make something of him self in case his career was somewhat short.
He sighed again and walked by the bleachers, taking off his jacket and setting it down. He had come out for a run because he needed to clear his mind, this was something that he had done in Russia and he was continuing it here, he was just glad that he was able to. After all, some kids thought he was strange, not that he cared. They all could go fuck themselves for all he cared. He was that weird Asian kid from Russia. He knew it was odd but he couldn’t help what he looked like. Sure he had dyed his hair platinum blonde once out of an attempt to make himself blend in more but it didn’t work.
Boy, did life suck sometimes….
[/size][/center]Nikki sighed walking out on the track, it wasn’t cold today but it was not incredibly hot like it had been and for that he was glad, that was the thing he hated most about this place. It was hot all the time unlike Russia, it was only hot sometimes and he liked it. He missed Russia but he knew deep down that if he wanted to have a graduation ceremony that didn’t include 20,00 television reporters than he needed to put up with this place and just deal with the good and the bad. Like reading, god he hated attempting to Read English.
So H is ha and not en, and P is pi and not R, okay so what the hell why couldn’t they just Cyrillic like normal people? Okay so Cyrillic was apparently not used by normal people but it was easier for him, was that bad, making things easier on him? Of course it was, he had to learn English so he could get by because if they sent him to a country that spoke Russian well then it was fan girls all over again. It wasn’t like he chose to be a famous pop star. His mother chose which made things all harder.
He wasn’t saying that he hated it because he didn’t; he just thought that maybe his mother should have waited until he was older to push him into it instead of the tender age of fifteen. The music industry could have scarred him at such a young age and now that he knew just how far up he was, there was nowhere to go but down. This was one of the reasons that he wanted to graduate. What if something happened and he was dropped, he wouldn’t have anything to fall back on. At least this way he could go to college. And make something of him self in case his career was somewhat short.
He sighed again and walked by the bleachers, taking off his jacket and setting it down. He had come out for a run because he needed to clear his mind, this was something that he had done in Russia and he was continuing it here, he was just glad that he was able to. After all, some kids thought he was strange, not that he cared. They all could go fuck themselves for all he cared. He was that weird Asian kid from Russia. He knew it was odd but he couldn’t help what he looked like. Sure he had dyed his hair platinum blonde once out of an attempt to make himself blend in more but it didn’t work.
Boy, did life suck sometimes….
`Behind The Character ,,
Name: ayu
Age: 19
Role-playing experience: Four Years
How you found us: RPG Directory
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