Post by countdown on Jul 15, 2012 11:12:31 GMT -5
ZHI YAN LEE
full name lee, zhi yan
nicknames lee
type original
gender male
age sixteen
birthday november eleventh
group stranger
clique transfer
grade freshman
sexuality pansexual
occupation part-time waiter
face claim jung jinyoung
alias j
persona
placid, charming, quiet, confident, stubborn, pragmatic, polite, distant, passive, disorganized, secretive, intellectual, perfectionist, paranoid, competitive
life
the son of a lawyer and a kindergarten teacher, lee has lived in america for most of his life. after a particularly bad incident of bullying when he was in middle school, lee's parents decided to have him home-schooled instead. as such, he's lived a reasonably sheltered life, far from the harsh environment of the 'vicious' outside world. he didn't plan on mooching of his parents and basking in the glow of his computer screen for the rest of his life, though, and made up his mind to transfer to manchester preparatory academy just as he turned sixteen, completely unprepared for (and, perhaps, blissfully unaware of) the harsh environment and inflexible social hierarchy of the school.
roleplaying sample
you're supposed to be a smart child, his teacher had told him, long fingers rapping against the surface table - jarring tap tap taps against the plastic. it's such a pity you don't pay attention, you could be brilliant.
roy would have scoffed, but common sense made him hold his tongue - disinterested as he was towards his studies, he knew better than to be rude to his teacher. he'd already garnered quite the notorious reputation among the staff for his apathetic attitude towards his work. he was the infamous scholarship boy who barely passed his papers. every teacher said the same thing, in the same disappointed tone - "you could have done better." he wouldn't have paid much attention to it (and for the past few months, he didn't bother to) if his performance didn't jeopardise not only his position in the student council, but his place in the academy itself.
so with a defeated groan, he sank to his seat as the teacher left the room with stern instructions to 'sit still and study as he should have done for the past year'.
casting a short glance at the history textbook with poorly veiled disdain, he buried his head onto the crook of his elbow. cheek pressed into the cool plastic wrap of his textbook, he didn't rouse, not even for the tell-tale creak of the door opening - he'd pay for his blatant disregard to his teacher's instructions later, when he was in the mood for it.
"aren't you supposed to be studying?"
well, that voice certainly wasn't his teacher's. lifting his head only shoot a glare at the new arrival, his eyes fell upon a familiar mop of blonde hair - the student council president. what luck.
"i am. this is osmosis, you see," he answered with a jerk of his shoulders, "come to hound me for the files again?"
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