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Seo-Ra Han [FR-2164-SRH]

Interacting with: @Rabidporcupine@duskshine749
Location: Red Security Wards Hallway, Facility B



She finally received an answer. Unless the other voice she had heard faintly in the distance, this one was much closer, and was a whole lot closer as it communicated in English. Trying her best to locate the owner of the voice, she turned and swiveled until she found her eyes on an extremely tall individual. The man's skin tone was considerably darker than hers, with a strong greyish hue to it. He stood more than double her height and was pretty much a giant in pretty much every single way. He was big. Big and muscular. If anything screamed giant warrior, this was pretty much it. Give him a giant club, and he was as close as one could possibly get to resembling one of the giant was one of the many fantasy novels she'd read before. The specifics were lost to her, but this much she knew. The messy medium length hair that topped his head was dark brown, and any attempts to figure out his race and nationality were unsuccessful.

She'd also noticed that the clothing he wore was similar to hers, just a whole lot bigger to fit his giant frame. He also had the collar on his neck and the same red patch she had on her. If she maintained her gaze any longer at the giant, it would be impossible to deny that she was staring, but in her defense, there was no one else around and she was just glad to see someone else around at the moment. The answer to that came almost immediately, as another individual came in to join the moment. Just a while ago, there was none, and now there were two. It was so rather quickly how things have turned. The newcomer was also male, and taller than her, but nowhere as tall as the giant.

In contrast, his skin was far fairer and paler than the both of them and his blue eyes were unmistakable. His nationality may not be known to her, but she knew that he was a Caucasian. The blue eyes were a dead giveaway. He asked the question to which all of them may have been wondering, and she shook her head to indicate she did not know anything about their current situation.

"Unless any of you have a clue of what's happening, we should all go and find out."
Seo-Ra Han [FR-2164-SRH]


Like many contained in the cells of Facility B, the young woman found herself awake by the sound of warbling alarms and sirens. Upon waking from her slumber, strangely enough, she had no memory of who she was, and where exactly she was and what she was doing in this strange place. The red light of the camera that was strategically place to provide an unobstructed view of her no longer had the glowing red eye that signified that it was on. Among the flickering lights, the woman noticed that her room was filled with a variety of sprinklers, as though a fire might break out at any moment. Feeling something heavy at her holding her head down, her hands found themselves grabbing onto a metal collar worn at her neck. What was this for? Was this supposed to keep her contained? Was she a dangerous person?

The alarms and sirens soon abruptly stopped, replaced by the eerie silence of the building, with the flickering bzzt of the lights as they switched from the usual full powered mode to emergency power. A quick glance around saw her in a room with a small amount of furniture that she must have been quite fortunate to have the luxury to possess. Whatever she did, she must have had some luck to not be in an empty cell like most prisoners. She had to be a prisoner, what else could explain the nondescript gown she currently wore, and the thick metal collar around her neck? There was no other logical explanation. The woman spoke for the first time among the eerie silence.

"안녕하세요?" No answer came back to greet back. Walking out of the emptiness that used to be occupied by her cell door, the woman stepped out into the hallway, repeating her words once again. "안녕하세요 누구 있어요? [annyeonghaseyo nugu iss-eoyo?]" A few minutes would pass before she would repeat once more, this time in English. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

This time she heard something, her ears straining to pick up on the sound. She had no idea if that was directed at her. It was a voice, faint and somewhere in the distance, that she couldn't quite make out. It confirmed something for her. She wasn't alone.

There were still people out there, and her gut told her that the answer she sought for her current situation would likely be found in the company of others, what with her recent memory being non-existent and all.[/b]






Chiyo found something buzzing and vibrating on her face, interrupting her sleep. Swatting it away from her face, she heard the loud clunk of the offending object as it hit the floor with a thud. Realising what she had just done, she woke up instantly to check on the status of her phone, worried that she'd just gone and cracked her newest iPhone not even two weeks after getting it. Fortunately, the cover and tempered glass protection she had invested in had prevented any serious damage, and the glass remained in tact without any cracks. Now fully awake, she felt it time to see what was causing that constant buzzing all of a sudden. Scrolling through the notifications, she noticed that it was all social media related, mostly from Instagram and Facebook. There was alot of this Elite thing mentioned that she had no clue about, and the words The Failure seemed to come up over and over again. People seemed to referring to her as that, and Chiyo wanted to know why.

There was a reason she could think of, but it could it really be it? Did anyone know about her secret? She eventually came across a recently taken photo of a notice on the billboard near the festival entrance. There were a whole series of photos there, and she couldn't quite believe it, but she thought she saw her picture present among the rest. Could you still be half-asleep and imagining things? Slapping her cheeks, she moved to brush her teeth and wash-up before heading to the kitchen to make herself a hot chocolate. While many swore by a mug of hot morning coffee or tea, Chiyo liked none of them. Instead, she preferred hot cocoa herself. She swore that a good mug of chocolate on a cold day did wonders for her body and soul. She didn't know if Amelia was up already or not, but the messages to her were coming anyway.



While waiting for her friend to reply, Chiyo had already drained of all of the velvety warm brown beverage she loved so much. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, she decided to dress proper, and go out to to the billboard in question to see the notice that had caught everyone's attention. As she approached, many in the crowd noticed her and began talking amongst themselves. She was pretty sure she heard the words 'failure' and 'elite failure' again. She could feel plenty of eyes on her, but she ignored them and pushed past the crowd to get to the front, coming face-to-face with the series of photos on the board. Chiyo recognised pretty much all of them, and true enough, both she and Amelia were there on the board. While she occupied the bottom far right, the other girl took the spot on the far left. Somehow or another, they had ended up catching MsFortune's eye and now all of them were Elites, whatever they was supposed to be.

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This sounds interesting. Interested in joining if possible.






Born in a very wealthy family in Seoul, Korea, Ruby wanted for nothing. It wasn't wrong to say that she was born with a silver spoon in a her mouth. She grew up in Korea, but after finishing high school, the family decided to move over to Baltham, Washington in the USA when her father made plans to expand his business overseas. All the whining, tantrums and complaints, she did were of no use, and all of her objections were ignored which left her a very unhappy girl. Adjusting to a new country with an entirely new culture was not easy. Fortunately, the blow was lessened by not having to cope with learning a new language as well, as English was something she grew up learning. To cope with homesickness, she opened up her own Youtube channel, where she talks about Korea, and explain its culture and music to those that are interested along with some gaming on the side. She does frequent vlogging after receiving great responses on her first couple of videos.



Physical Traits
Ruby stands at 5 feet 6 inches and has a slender build. The first facial feature you’ll recognise of her are those highly distinctive chocolate brown eyes that she possess. Her face is oval in shape, her nose pert, and her lips a healthy shade of pink. In times of happiness, darling little dents of delight appears on her youthful visage, the dimples ever present whenever any form of smile or grin makes itself known. Her hair is a lovely shade of soot black that complements her fair ivory skin very well. Although she occasionally wearing her chest-level hair down, Ruby usually wears her hair up in a ponytail or plaited down her front to allow her ease of movement in her daily activities. Clothing wise, she tends to prefer comfortable clothing, such as hoodies, blouses, and printed t-shirts. Pants, along with an occasional dress are also common attire.

Full Name
Ruby Song Miyeon

Gender
Female

Ethnicity
Korean

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Age
20

Motives
Ruby has never been the type to succumb or give up in the face of adversity or bow down to challenges. Not entirely accustomed to life in Baltham yet despite being here for three years, she is determined to not be a loser and make the most of her new life her in America. She loves the saying, when live gives you lemons, make lemonade, and it is something she constantly reminds herself of. She is simply a girl trying to make the best of her unhappy life in a new country, not knowing what the future has in store for her.

Occupation
Student/Youtuber



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