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[LUCE FLOYD SEONWOO]

LUCE FLOYD SEONWOO

Name: Luce Floyd Seonwoo
Nicknames: Luce, ‘loose’ (not as in a sexual way, as in a I couldn’t figure ought how I ought to spell it and that’s the pronunciation way), Lulu, Lola, Luce-Goosey, Seonwoo
Age: 19
Date of Birth: September 21st
Grade: Second year of college
Program: Arts
Orientation: heterosexual
Nationality: Korean & British
Home Town: Seattle, WA
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--- JITTERY No, she wont rumble around or bounce off walls. She will, however, look round with wild eyes and shriek at nearly the slightest sound. Luce is prone to outbursts of fear, and although she doesn’t often notice them, they can be distracting to work around. Simple things won’t make her yelp; instead, she’ll jump and grab hold of whatever or whoever around her. Her speech jerks and cracks if she sees something moving out of the corner of her eye, and she is easily distracted by simple occurrences around her. Keen to find out what this or that could be, she is always asking questions; and as stupid as they may or may not be, knowing calms her ever so slightly down. To some oddball folk, it can be very charming (such as her parents when she was younger – by now they’re sick of it), and for others, well… Sit her in a room with no distractions and she’s almost manageable.
--- EXCITEABLE Not surprisingly – in fact, very predictably -, Luce is excitable. Oh you’re on your phone? She didn’t know you had a phone! Do you get wifi from here? It really is amazing, really, technology today! Yap yap yap… Even the most uninteresting thing gets her all curious and thrilled. She’s patient when learning all the new and exciting things she finds out every day, although eager to move on once she’s gained a well understanding of them. Luce’s amazement for the simplest tasks gives her the air of a very open and personable person. It’s rare for someone to meet her and struggle with conversation.
--- INNOVATIVE You heard it here, folks! If you cant do the thinking or are unable to come up with an idea for your end of term project, Luce is your gal. She has no shortage of ideas, never runs out of something to add onto this or that to make it better, is always going overboard on her work and needs others to throw her ideas upon. She’s innovative, although she doesn’t know how to apply her ideas properly. Always going about constructing this and that, attaching them, rummaging for old work to add on. Everything can be improved upon. But it’s not only the excessive ideas; she is honest to goodness brilliant at fixing and improving on things. Luce always carries a roll of tape and a few rubber bands – her most trustworthy tools -in her back pocket. Always has a few tricks up her sleeve and ideas handy, that one.

LIKES: Lemon-lime, hats with ears, balloon rides, conversations, all and any art, mornings, too-long eye connections with strangers, books&readings, learning new things, meeting new people, tobogganing, ukulele, funky clothing.
DISLIKES: Medication, academic studies, having nothing to do, cleaning up after other people, staying up late, losing her keys, sweet and sour, brain freeze, being out of coffee, cold toes, people unable to hold conversation (its just ridiculous if you cant even with Luce!), lectures.

It was late September when Mr. Seonwoo got the call from his wife. Leaving the room he was working on without a second coat of paint and knocking the bucket onto the rags it sat on, he was away. That’d have been too easy, however. Naturally it was the exact time when everyone drove home for lunch. After much honking and swerving, Mr. Seonwoo made it to his wife and got her to the hospital in record time. It was a matter of pushes before little Lulu Seonwoo came into the world; healthy, shrieking, covered in gunk and somehow still beautiful to the couple. Even more so once she had been cleaned off.
But Luce wasn’t what you’d expect of a little girl. Like any little girl she wore princess dresses and paraded around in her mothers heels, but she was more interested in the frog prince than any prince charming. She’d hold up her dress and slosh around in her gumboots, make mud pies and manage to keep her tiara from falling as she lumbered around with the boys in the neighborhood. She quickly went from young diva into an adventuress, complete with magnifying glass and bug net. That left as quickly as it came, and Luce adopted the name ‘King Magician Wizard Theodore Von Vampireshire’. Soon after, she was an astronaut, a mermaid, a lawyer, and everything in between. This wasn’t such a worry when she was younger, but it continued as she aged. What’s this and what’s that and I want to do this and moooooom I don’t want to dooooo thaaatt! Luce couldn’t set her mind on one thing for a second.
When she was rounding off the third grade, a teacher suggested having her tested for ADHD. Mr. and Mrs. Seonwoo were upset, although not surprised. They asked the doctors and the doctors ran their tests; sure enough, Luce had ADHD. They put her on all the meds they could, which worked for the most part, but Luce wasn’t the same Luce she’d been prior. People missed her. She was uninterested and uninteresting. When she came off the meds, she was prone to throwing fits, but soon enough became her old self again. The doctors started her on a lower dose, enough that she could concentrate on school work yet still be, well, Luce.
Throughout Middle school and high school she was treated with these drugs. Until one day she took them, fed up, and flushed them. She worked hard on being able to concentrate, tried and tried, and although it was tough, she found she could manage. What’s more, she became happy. She discovered that, though she could barely keep her eyes on her school work, she could give her full attention to art. Sure, she wasn’t the best – in fact, she probably should have stuck to the meds and quit art all together, but she enjoyed it. Going overboard was just something people would have to get used to. She tried all walks of it, from thrown pottery to painting on wooden panels. Tried her hand at animation in her first year of college and had no luck on that either. But did she give up? NO! Luce continued into her second year, still searching for that one artistic talent that she knows she must have somewhere. WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO LUCE? WILL SHE EVER BE GOOD AT SOMETHING? WILL SHE GO BACK ON HER MEDS? FIND OUT ON THE NEXT EPISODE OF, ALL MY EMERSON STUDENTS!
Family facts:
-Three out of four grandparents born in Korea
-One paternal grandmother from England with roots all around Brittan and Whales
-Goes to England for most holidays
Etc etc etc

This is pretty recent I guess! Everything else is just short drabbling back and forth with friends about our drawn-rp characters.

Once upon a time, there was a girl who wasn’t too much impressed by anyone or anything. Once upon a time, there was a silly journalist who was insistent on shooting questions at this girl. And, for once, upon this time in the school auditorium, Parry was impressed. What was so impressive was the perseverance of this Levi fellow. He took her snarky remarks and laughed at them; it was certainly interesting to see, and though it wasn’t the first time Parry had met someone like this, it was still interesting.

The laughter was not generally because of something she said. The situation, rather, seemed to be what had entertained the boy. He grinned at her, nearly charming her, but not quite. It was a somewhat contagious grin however. He took a while to look away, and Parry stared right on back, more or less awkwardly. It was awkward, too, the fellow just looking at her. It was something of a staring contest, and Parry refused to break the gaze, her eyebrows raised high up her forehead and twitching inward. Eventually, feeling far too uncomfortable by this, she looked again down at her lunch. When next she looked up, she found that he had turned his focus to the window.

Back to her lunch, and again, silence. They were in their own worlds. Parry wasn’t going to say anything she didn’t need to, but she wondered how long this would go on for. That wasn’t to say Parry didn’t appreciate the momentary quiet. It was like how it should have been, just the gentle sounds of the heavy curtains, and simple creaks and moans of the building. It was a very authentic, old building, although fixed up quite well. Parry had wondered, since her first year, what it must have sounded like back when the building hadn’t had top of the line acoustics. Not as good, of course, but if Parry had the chance to see and feel what it was like, she certainly would have. Just in the midst of her daydream forming, she was cut short by Levi speaking again.

He sure got to the point, didn’t he? All the questions were thrown at her, with hardly much time to process each one before the next started. She ran the questions over again in her mind, just to make sure she could give the honest answer to each. As fun as it was lying, she found she only did so on stage. Of course, she was playing a whole different persona, she had to lie! If she started calling herself Sigrid Parry Fisher on stage and talking about her love for comic books instead of her role, it wouldn’t work out too well. She, though, was always honest when talking with people as herself. She could have easily lied, but then she would start getting responses that she wasn’t actually interested in hearing. At least with being honest, she could get honest to goodness (or she hoped so) feedback. And that was interesting, at least.

Parry tilted her head back, inspecting the ceiling of the theater, adorned with lights, as she answered.
“I’m going to be on Broadway.” She said, prosaic. It was probably the dream of every theater kid. Sure, it was typical, and probably uninteresting to a journalist, but it was true. Parry was confident she would perform on Broadway; she was too stubborn not to. What Parry wanted, she got, even if shed have to go to hell and back to do so.

The next question was something Parry hadn’t much thought about. She had forgotten what inspired her to pursue drama, musical theater specifically, apart from just watching musicals all the time as a kid. Was it a specific one she saw? A certain actor which was absolutely brilliant in her eyes as a child? If that was it, Parry was sure she would have remembered… But she couldn’t, really, recall what it was that inspired her. Huh. Parry would have to look into that, maybe hit her parents up on the phone later to ask. For now, though, Parry shrugged, “I can’t remember what inspired me… Not a clue.” Parry paused again, her mind still rooting around for the answer, but nothing came. She was disappointed in herself that she wouldn’t remember, but she supposed it wasn’t all too important. What was really important in Parry’s mind was to reach her dream. Not how she began it; that was silly. It might prove difficult when she was famous and writing her autobiography, however.

She recalled the next question, shrugging for a second time, and pressing her lips together. What did she do before a performance? There were of course the voice exercises, but everyone did those… And she wasn’t particularly too religious, so she didn’t pray before a show. She didn’t think she would have anyway, that’s stretching it a bit too far.
“I just practice my lines, and say ‘good luck Parry’, sometimes… It's not really that big of a deal, I generally don’t make mistakes.” She sighed, returning her gaze to Levi. Parry was more than a tad over confident. Who cares though? Confidence is key!

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