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Name: Eun Faye
Age: 15
Date of Birth: May 1st
Height: 5’ 8” | 173 cm
Weight: 135 lb | 61 kg
Gender: Male

Classification: OK
Number: #25
Room Number: 009
Condition:
Mild detachment (dissociation)
Not serious enough to earn itself a proper diagnosis, Eun’s detachment with the world rarely affects his ability to live. Although his closest relationships are with animals, he still identifies himself as a human. If spoken to, he can carry out normal conversation, and he conforms to most norms — as long as he is taught — such as eating with utensils or sleeping in a bed. The only way his dissociation affects him is that he lacks interest in pursuing any sort of relationship with others. He just simply doesn’t care as much as normal people would about the people and events around him.

Personality:

+ [ Guileless | Mellow | Compliant | Honest | Intuitive ]
– [ Lethargic | Detached | Tactless | Impulsive | Unworldly ]

Eun is gentle and quiet, yet he lacks any sort of eloquence when it comes to interactions and will never hesitate to show his true feelings toward something or someone. His thought process is typically simple and one-tracked, incapable of — or unwilling to — deceive others, no matter if it causes them more or less harm in the end. If he runs into a problem, he tends to face them head-on instead of taking roundabout methods.

Often, Eun is uncaring towards his surroundings. He lives by his own rules, sometimes infringing on social norms without a second thought. Nevertheless, if told that he has done something wrong, he is usually well-behaved — a pacifist that prefers avoiding conflict that centers around him. If he, himself, is the problem, he typically resolves to fix himself before changing others.

Even though he may come off as emotionless, he is better described as instinctive. If those close to him are harmed, he will return the aggression, but if one approaches him with kindness, he will return with equal compassion. He’s highly reactive given a proper trigger, but otherwise not outwardly emotive.

Having honed his instincts through his connection with nature, he is generally a good judge of behavior, and is able to tell if a person has ill intentions. However, he is not a good judge of a person’s entire character, especially those that are natural actors, since he rarely considers evidence outside of what he personally observes. Basically, he doesn't listen to advice.
Likes:
+ Nice people
+ Nature
+ Animals

+ Foie gras, his dream
+ Peking duck, his other dream
+ Chicken, the common man’s dream
+ Omelettes, or eggs in general (freshness is necessity)

+ Other expensive delicacies
Dislikes:
- Mean people
- Following rules that are inconvenient to him
- Cleaning
- Metal
- Being locked up, physically and figuratively

History:

An orphan.

That was the start of Eun’s existence, for as far as he knew. A single slip of paper confirmed his name, serving as the only connection to his very beginnings. But what did ancestry matter? Not to him, who would never meet with those so called parents.

He grew up in an orphanage in the French countryside, surrounded by tall gates and soft grass. The wind was especially pleasant in the area, and wildflowers easily covered the fields.
Every morning, clear bells signaled the start of the day, followed by a chorus that reverberated throughout the gothic style building. They raised their hands towards the heavens, singing songs of praise, of worship, of dreams, and miracle wishes.

Eun was never one to join in.

Perhaps it could be described with words such as disinterest or detachment. Or if one wanted to bring science into it, it could be said that the boy had a psychological dissociation towards his surroundings.
Of course, both descriptions were only excuses, meant to give meaning to something that needed no explanation at all — to identify, to categorize, and to normalize an abnormal so he would fit within the conventions of society.

The boy in question didn’t think that far; he was simply born this way.
He felt no need to place himself within the confounds of society, and instead spent his days outdoor, where songbirds replaced the echoes of the choir that came from inside, and strays took the place of the relationships he had never tried to make.

The naturality he carried himself with gave him an otherworldly disposition, repelling the adults around him, who only knew how to act on reason. They couldn’t understand him, a being who could live his entire life purely on instinct, and likewise he couldn’t understand them, beings who could live their entire lives shrouded in deceit.

And this was enough of a meaningless explanation to describe the way the boy lived his life.

...

One early winter, just as the last of his bird companions escaped to warmer places, shaking hands pushed him towards a stranger. Eun hadn’t bothered to question those actions — whether those hands shook because of the cold or for other reasons.

Soundlessly, obediently, he left without a glance back at the desolate building.
Clutched so very tightly by those shaking hands, only flimsy sheets of paper remained.

...

There exists a vague memory of being locked up in a numbing, stale darkness.
Crowded next to him were fellow children — some crying, others in resigned silence.
The smell of metal, the heat of the engine, the dust in the air...
It was hard to keep track of time when given no light to base it off of, but judging by the meals it must have been at least a few days. They never stopped traveling toward some unknown destination.

He was unsure of when he fell asleep that day or how long actually slept, since his surroundings were always equally black. Yet he must have slept a deep sleep, for when he next awoke, he found himself alone.

There were no adults.
No recognizable children.
No hum of the truck.

Just freedom.

Quotes:

- “My dream is to eat tasty food… Oh. Maybe I can raise this duck into foie gras.”

- “Today is a nice day to take a nap outdoors…”

- “If you pick a flower, you end its life. There’s no need for remorse. That’s just how the cycle of life works.”

- “I want to ride an ostrich. They seem more comfortable than horses.”

- "Do you think hedgehogs are edible?"

Trivia:
- Has a strong affinity for animals, especially birds.
- He tends to give weird names to his animal friends, usually made up on the spot if asked.
- If he ever got to eat foie gras, he'd probably be disappointed. He prefers natural game, the fresher the better.
- Often takes afternoon naps.
- Somewhat of a gourmet; not a picky eater, but will only react to the highest quality of foods.
- He is spiritual, but not religious. He believes in some sort of god, or god-like being(s), but not in a specific religion.

Roleplay Info:
status - open
ways of contact - discord | notes
style - lit | script | hc
shipping - sure, why not.
headcanon - yes
timezone - PST

Description

I really need to update the info...

Name: Eun Faye
Age: 15
Date of Birth: May 1st
Height: 5’ 8” | 173 cm
Weight: 135 lb | 61 kg
Gender: Male

Classification: OK
Number: #25
Room Number: 009
Condition:
Mild detachment (dissociation)
Not serious enough to earn itself a proper diagnosis, Eun’s detachment with the world rarely affects his ability to live. Although his closest relationships are with animals, he still identifies himself as a human. If spoken to, he can carry out normal conversation, and he conforms to most norms — as long as he is taught — such as eating with utensils or sleeping in a bed. The only way his dissociation affects him is that he lacks interest in pursuing any sort of relationship with others. He just simply doesn’t care as much as normal people would about the people and events around him.

Personality:

+ [ Guileless | Mellow | Compliant | Honest | Intuitive ]
– [ Lethargic | Detached | Tactless | Impulsive | Unworldly ]

Eun is gentle and quiet, yet he lacks any sort of eloquence when it comes to interactions and will never hesitate to show his true feelings toward something or someone. His thought process is typically simple and one-tracked, incapable of — or unwilling to — deceive others, no matter if it causes them more or less harm in the end. If he runs into a problem, he tends to face them head-on instead of taking roundabout methods.

Often, Eun is uncaring towards his surroundings. He lives by his own rules, sometimes infringing on social norms without a second thought. Nevertheless, if told that he has done something wrong, he is usually well-behaved — a pacifist that prefers avoiding conflict that centers around him. If he, himself, is the problem, he typically resolves to fix himself before changing others.

Even though he may come off as emotionless, he is better described as instinctive. If those close to him are harmed, he will return the aggression, but if one approaches him with kindness, he will return with equal compassion. He’s highly reactive given a proper trigger, but otherwise not outwardly emotive.

Having honed his instincts through his connection with nature, he is generally a good judge of behavior, and is able to tell if a person has ill intentions. However, he is not a good judge of a person’s entire character, especially those that are natural actors, since he rarely considers evidence outside of what he personally observes. Basically, he doesn't listen to advice.
Likes:
+ Nice people
+ Nature
+ Animals

+ Foie gras, his dream
+ Peking duck, his other dream
+ Chicken, the common man’s dream
+ Omelettes, or eggs in general (freshness is necessity)

+ Other expensive delicacies
Dislikes:
- Mean people
- Following rules that are inconvenient to him
- Cleaning
- Metal
- Being locked up, physically and figuratively

History:

An orphan.

That was the start of Eun’s existence, for as far as he knew. A single slip of paper confirmed his name, serving as the only connection to his very beginnings. But what did ancestry matter? Not to him, who would never meet with those so called parents.

He grew up in an orphanage in the French countryside, surrounded by tall gates and soft grass. The wind was especially pleasant in the area, and wildflowers easily covered the fields.
Every morning, clear bells signaled the start of the day, followed by a chorus that reverberated throughout the gothic style building. They raised their hands towards the heavens, singing songs of praise, of worship, of dreams, and miracle wishes.

Eun was never one to join in.

Perhaps it could be described with words such as disinterest or detachment. Or if one wanted to bring science into it, it could be said that the boy had a psychological dissociation towards his surroundings.
Of course, both descriptions were only excuses, meant to give meaning to something that needed no explanation at all — to identify, to categorize, and to normalize an abnormal so he would fit within the conventions of society.

The boy in question didn’t think that far; he was simply born this way.
He felt no need to place himself within the confounds of society, and instead spent his days outdoor, where songbirds replaced the echoes of the choir that came from inside, and strays took the place of the relationships he had never tried to make.

The naturality he carried himself with gave him an otherworldly disposition, repelling the adults around him, who only knew how to act on reason. They couldn’t understand him, a being who could live his entire life purely on instinct, and likewise he couldn’t understand them, beings who could live their entire lives shrouded in deceit.

And this was enough of a meaningless explanation to describe the way the boy lived his life.

...

One early winter, just as the last of his bird companions escaped to warmer places, shaking hands pushed him towards a stranger. Eun hadn’t bothered to question those actions — whether those hands shook because of the cold or for other reasons.

Soundlessly, obediently, he left without a glance back at the desolate building.
Clutched so very tightly by those shaking hands, only flimsy sheets of paper remained.

...

There exists a vague memory of being locked up in a numbing, stale darkness.
Crowded next to him were fellow children — some crying, others in resigned silence.
The smell of metal, the heat of the engine, the dust in the air...
It was hard to keep track of time when given no light to base it off of, but judging by the meals it must have been at least a few days. They never stopped traveling toward some unknown destination.

He was unsure of when he fell asleep that day or how long actually slept, since his surroundings were always equally black. Yet he must have slept a deep sleep, for when he next awoke, he found himself alone.

There were no adults.
No recognizable children.
No hum of the truck.

Just freedom.

Quotes:

- “My dream is to eat tasty food… Oh. Maybe I can raise this duck into foie gras.”

- “Today is a nice day to take a nap outdoors…”

- “If you pick a flower, you end its life. There’s no need for remorse. That’s just how the cycle of life works.”

- “I want to ride an ostrich. They seem more comfortable than horses.”

- "Do you think hedgehogs are edible?"

Trivia:
- Has a strong affinity for animals, especially birds.
- He tends to give weird names to his animal friends, usually made up on the spot if asked.
- If he ever got to eat foie gras, he'd probably be disappointed. He prefers natural game, the fresher the better.
- Often takes afternoon naps.
- Somewhat of a gourmet; not a picky eater, but will only react to the highest quality of foods.
- He is spiritual, but not religious. He believes in some sort of god, or god-like being(s), but not in a specific religion.

Roleplay Info:
status - open
ways of contact - discord | notes
style - lit | script | hc
shipping - sure, why not.
headcanon - yes
timezone - PST