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Posted: Apr 6 2018, 02:02 PM
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PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he/his
PLAYER AGE: 25
PLAYER EXPERIENCE: 10?
PREFERRED CONTACT: PM. PM for others
CHARACTER FACE CLAIM: Ho Ngoc Ha
CHARACTER NAME: Vinh Tran
CHARACTER AGE: 27
ALIGNMENT: Lawful Good
THE VETO: --
Vinh is petty. She usually has the energy to go out of way to point out any behaviours, words, and attitudes, that make her feel less threatened or upset. Sometimes her corrections are justified but she has been known to overindulge in her own attitude creating a cycle of pointed tones and verbal jabs. Too many years of being the left in the wake has left her eager to stand up to others.
Vinh has an interesting relationship between tradition and new school ideologies. She has nothing but respect for those that have come before her but she also recognises that in the modern area everything can not remain the same. The young woman will often come across as a contrarian to others despite her well meaning intentions.
Known to be a bit bougie, Vinh has been called an Ice Queen by many. Though she plays the part of the pleasantries and formalities but at the end of the day it rarely extends beyond that. She looks for people that match her intensity in terms of passions and ideas. Because of that she keeps the circle tight for actually getting to know her but does keep a wide social circle of surface friends.
Vinh is nosey. As in the pursuit of knowledge excites her. In the day-to-day this can present itself as gossip but when she finds herself in a creative headspace that means she will press a project or an idea until she can follow it no longer. Curiosity is said to kill the cat but perhaps that's why they note that cats have nine lives?
A rush of cool air forces the young woman to pull her jacket a little tighter to her body. It isn’t quite yet night time but the sky above evokes the shifting tones of blue to warm hues. Currently she headed home. It’s been a long day and she’s just looking to relax. A book maybe?
(I’ve started so many...which will it be...which will it be?)
Books were a not so guilty pleasure for Vinh. Even the worst collection of pages could teach her something. (Like how trying to hide from something can bring you to the very thing itself.) There had always been something about books, particularly fiction that caught her eye. There was something powerful to be said about the stories of old. They were enchanting inspiring and yet not every story could hold up to the rigors of the current day. (You’d never catch me going full Juliette.) She scoffs at the notion.
Another shiver makes its way over her but this time it had little to do with the temperature. She looks on as a man, tall and brutish, waves his hands in dismiss of a man asking for help. Vinh could feel the heat swelling within her her body. She drops on bended knee to be eye level with the man who is clearly down on his luck. “I’m sorry sir.” She tucks a few strands of falling hair behind her ear, revealing a few piercings. Vinh had always been taught that a community is only as strong as its perceived weakest members. “Do you need anything?” Her words are intentionally vague. She didn’t want to put any limits on him at the moment. What he had just experienced had probably been only one of the handful of ways that he had been devalued and dehumanized. The man mumbles and she nodded. “Great, I’ll be right back. It shouldn’t be more than 15 minutes.”
To be honest, it would take 5 to meet his requests but she certainly would need at least seven minutes to let the rude man know just how wrong he had been. A community is only as strong as its weakest member and that meant not the beggar but rather those that did not uflit others.
(He found the right one today.)
She then swings the door open and enters cuts eyes into the space in search of the rude behemoth.
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