四象 / a third person au roleplay。officially open !

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ajolamber
#1
amber here~
ThatsNaranMallya
#2
Chapter 1: Name / Group: Amber of f(x)
Age: 21
Being: 玄武 : Hyeonmu
Position: Follower
Occupation: works at a music store/uni student (major undecided)
Brief Background: Amber seemed to always be the root of a problem in her adolescence. While that may still be true in the present time, in her past it was much less mischievous and more violent and unrestrained. She prefers not to think of the past and the mess she's left in her wake. These urges were controlled with time, discipline in the form of martial arts and devotion to the higher beings.
Password : herpderp
guhara-
#3
hara here !
pathic
#4
Chapter 1: Name / Group : Goo Hara of Kara
Age : 23
Being : 朱雀 Suzaku / Zhu Que (because fushigi yuugi . u . heh)
Position : Priestess
Occupation : Convenience Store Clerk / Student
Brief Background :
Hara comes from a line of priests and priestesses, and she became the next priestess at the age of sixteen. Her family is disguised as a middle income family with a 'salaryman' father and 'teacher' mother ; however, they all guard on of the seven temples of Suzaku - with Hara being the head priestess.
Writing Sample :
The smell of incense was burning away and the thickly perfumed scent of wood was being replaced with the earthen scent of the woods surrounding the temple. Parking her car somewhere remote Hara followed the last few trails of the scent and approached the gold gilded gate, then opened the locks and gathered the metal chains encircling the handles of the door on her arms. Her footsteps echoed through the silent courtyard, no one had trespassed - her instinct said so. Her instinct was never wrong, never. Especially when it came to the temple. The first place she saw after the hospital was the temple, and from then on she'd visit it periodically with her parents.
Then on her own once she reached sixteen and ascended to become the priestess. Silently, Hara walked down the halls filled with memories, and reached the main altar. The smell of incense was gone. Typical. Yet the lamps were unlit, the incense stick was half burnt. Something was wrong, something was very wrong.
Password: Meow