its like a picture just in my dreams [ ... ]
the most beautiful world.
sweetly deceive me, in my dreams
rules
ㅤlocation & plottingㅤ please plot with me in pms! just create a thread and then we can start plotting! i dont use brackets in pms lol i just find it useless so sorry!i don’t really mind where our threads are, walls, pms, or rooms. i would prefer rooms just to keep the rp active and getting us both some points, but i really don’t mind wherever. i do prefer to plot in group pms and keep any potential triggering or nsfw plots to pms. i also don't use brackets when talking in group pms lol i expect it to be ooc anyway.i would prefer if you came to me with a plot in mind, and i will try and do the same. plotting is usually not too hard for me to do, but sometimes i can get quite stumped. winging is fine, but i am still quite new to it so it can blind-side me a bit ghjfdㅤooc age & smutㅤ i am 21 years old ooc. however, i am uncomfortable to smut with people i have never done a smut plot before with or someone i don’t know well. if we have smutted before or our characters are dating, i will be okay with it.ㅤbig-nonosㅤ i don't rp things like incest, beastiality, pedophilia, non-con/dub-con, and other taboo subjects of the like. i prefer to stay out of infidelity plots (unless we are close and talk it out a lot beforehand)
ㅤtimezone & pacingㅤ my timezone is gmt-8. know that i am very not active with replies lol. i have bouts of intense writer’s block and low muse, so i might “ghost” our thread for some time, but i will try and let you know when that happens. please just poke me politely and respectfully if it has been over a week since you responded, and i will let you know how i am doing (this poke won’t make me reply, just remind me that i have to let you know how i am doing).know that i might be active in the chat or responding to other threads does not mean i am ignoring our thread or you. sometimes it’s just how it is, and i will not be mad at you for doing the same.ㅤstyle & genre ㅤ i tend to get a little carried away with writing so my replies might be a little long. i like to reply in 3rd pov paragraph style and only do script in chat. i might write a lot but you don’t have to mirror the length, but some effort should be applied to the reply, of course. i am more than happy to do starters, especially if i have a good idea on how to start, but please don’t expect me to do it every time, especially if it doesn’t make sense for me to start.with genres, i’m very flexible, i don’t mind plotting out fluff, angst, even romance, but i will not plot out a pwp smut plot with you. if our non-pwp plot has smut in it, i will ask you to skip over the scene or speak about it in passing. please refer to above as to why.
biography
ㅤname:ㅤ ㅤna garam
ㅤage:ㅤ ㅤ30 years old
ㅤgender:ㅤ ㅤcis woman
ㅤrank:ㅤ ㅤcheonmin
❝ footsteps above the clouds
ㅤeyes:ㅤ ㅤdark brown, almost black
ㅤhair:ㅤ ㅤblack, natural
ㅤcomplexion:ㅤ ㅤslightly tanned, pale
ㅤdistinguishing features:ㅤ ㅤa small burn scar on the side of her face
ㅤface claim:ㅤ ㅤson "wendy" seungwan of red velvet
ㅤparents:ㅤ ㅤna gun (father, deceased), unknown (mother)
ㅤsiblings:ㅤ ㅤna baram (sister, deceased)
ㅤsignificant other:ㅤ ㅤn/a
ㅤchildren:ㅤ ㅤn/a
ㅤclose friends:ㅤ ㅤcheck connections
ㅤpets:ㅤ ㅤn/a
na garam ー 나가람 ー (to catch) (river)
ㅤdate of birth:ㅤ ㅤfeb 21, 1839ㅤeducation:ㅤ ㅤn/a
ㅤresidence:ㅤ ㅤhanseong
ㅤethnicity:ㅤ ㅤkorean
ㅤoccupation:ㅤ ㅤfortune teller
ㅤphysical conditions:ㅤ ㅤa little thin due to malnutrition
ㅤmental health:ㅤ ㅤmostly stable, has something of ptsdㅤzodiac:ㅤ ㅤpisces sun, cancer moon, gemini rising
ㅤalignment:ㅤ ㅤchaotic neutral
ㅤmbti:ㅤ ㅤesfj
ㅤnotable skills:ㅤ ㅤgood sense of direction, especially pertaining to waterways and star navigation. fortune telling and dream reading. fishing. botany and foraging.
garam woke up alone on her father's boat. she didn't have a good memory on what happened, but when her state of consciousness was made known to her father, she immediately felt his arms around her shoulders and his wet tears on her tattered and dirty clothes. for a while, neither of them said anything until his sobs quelled and garam's memory started to come back."i thought you were never going to wake up," her father whispered when he pulled away. "my dear daughter, you are all i have left in this life."he wasn't an emotional man by any means. garam had seen him cry once in the few years she had been alive to this point, yet him crying in this moment never left her feeling like it was out of place. she didn't cry that day, though. maybe it was because her father had cried enough for her, that she didn't feel the need to. maybe her coldness to the situation left him nervous, awkward, for he pulled away and continued to steer the boat down the river, with only an idea of a destination in mind.
there wasn't much the doctor could do to help her father. his cough had gotten worse as time went on, and as he laid in his bed, his cheeks sunken in and paler than she had ever seen him, she knew he didn't have much time left. she had seen this in a dream long ago, her kneeling at the side of his bed, fully understanding what was going to happen to him and not knowing what to do about it."it's been so long since i've seen you cry, my dear daughter." garam felt his cool hand, roughened by the years of work he had spent taking care of his only family left, touch her cheek and gently swipe at a flowing tear. "the last time i see you cry is on my death bed."garam had nothing to say to that, sniffling, and letting her tears flow freely into his welcoming palm. she held his hand in hers, as tight as she could without hurting him. she didn't want to let him go, but she had been preparing herself for this day to come for years. she knew, when she fell asleep that night, he would visit her in her dreams, and he would be gone from this mortal realm.
1839 na garam was born to a mother she didn't know and a father by the name of na gun, who was a sangmin fisherman. she had an older sister who lived with gun's sister. according to her father, she was a healthy baby who cried all the time but was strong and curious. garam's mother was a kind woman who loved her daughter more than everything in the world. 1840 by the time garam was walking and was no longer breastfed, her mother had disappeared from her life. her father never spoke about garam's mother aside from short mentions that she had to go back home and that she will always be with garam. garam didn't dwell on the fact since this was when garam met her older sister, na baram, and her aunt. 1849 when garam was 10 years old, her family house caught on fire. no one really knew why, but it was overnight and only garam, who gotten up due to a nightmare, and her father who was up getting ready for work, were able to make it out alive. garam was wounded across her cheek since she was still inside at the time. her father managed to get her out but his daughter and sister were already gone. he didn't think garam was going to make it, but she somehow lived. 1854 garam had significant trauma after the fire. her father managed to find a place to live in the capital, and work was tough on him. at this time, garam had unrelenting nightmares of both what had happened, and what was going to happen. as time went on, these lessened, but her dreams continued to make her wary of the future. it felt like, instead of seeing imagined scapes and memories, she was seeing things that had yet to happen. 1857 her dreams had gotten a little better. her father worked himself to the bone and so did garam, working with a local healer for collecting medicines and herbs. when garam dreamed that the healer, a woman, was being cheated on by her husband with a higher profile jungin woman. garam felt guilty for these dreams, but a month later when they turned out to be true, exactly to the way garam dreamed them... she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps her dreams were trying to send her a message. 1860 her father's health had started to deteriorate, and the money that garam was making with the healer was not enough to sustain her father's health and her own life. garam started to look into fortune telling, and found a woman on the side of a street one day and started to ask her questions. she wasn't met with answers, but it was enough for garam to seriously consider making money off of what she was feeling. she set up a small booth that could hide her face. her fortune telling practices were partially a scam and partially true. just enough to make people believe in what she was saying, and just enough for them to give her exuberant amounts of money. while her dreams, and other readings she had picked up over time, were a variety in facets, she found her best luck was usually in that of romance. young women and couples would come see her to ask her their fortune. more often than not, garam was able to tell them the truth of what their lives had in store for them, but sometimes, garam had to bend the truth just a little so the fall back down didn't hit as hard. 1861 garam became known as miss shinae, the romantic fortune teller. people came from all over the kingdom to get their fortune told to them, and eventually, garam was able to make a sizeable amount of money. she was still undercover, she did not spend all of this money in one place. a lot of it was spent on living and her father's medicine. some of it was saved, and some of it was given out to poorer families garam had seen around her. she tried not to draw attention to herself. 1862 garam's father passed away from health complications. garam was now alone in this world. due to her secret identity, she didn't have many friends, and no one to turn to. she kept her business going and kept working on it so that she could give her father a proper burial and escape the capital. due to her lowly job, garam was seen as a cheonmin and she happily embraced her seedy but hidden class. she may have scammed a few people, but for the most part, garam was sure in what she was doing. she had yet to get a truly bad review... 1868 present day, tba...
plots / connections
one.
canon verse, open.
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two.
canon verse, open.
Quisque at mattis urna. Suspendisse maximus justo vel imperdiet venenatis. Mauris volutpat dui at metus finibus tristique. Quisque quis ex nisi. Integer vel auctor diam. Aenean in commodo tortor. Fusce placerat placerat sem, vel pharetra urna interdum vitae. Sed blandit malesuada nulla tempus vestibulum.
three.
canon verse, open.
Quisque at mattis urna. Suspendisse maximus justo vel imperdiet venenatis. Mauris volutpat dui at metus finibus tristique. Quisque quis ex nisi. Integer vel auctor diam. Aenean in commodo tortor. Fusce placerat placerat sem, vel pharetra urna interdum vitae. Sed blandit malesuada nulla tempus vestibulum.
four.
canon verse, open.
Quisque at mattis urna. Suspendisse maximus justo vel imperdiet venenatis. Mauris volutpat dui at metus finibus tristique. Quisque quis ex nisi. Integer vel auctor diam. Aenean in commodo tortor. Fusce placerat placerat sem, vel pharetra urna interdum vitae. Sed blandit malesuada nulla tempus vestibulum.
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