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Jiao Song Yun

*scribbles in her notebook* Hi...

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a character in “Beautiful Yet Beastly”, originally authored by peace_of_mind7, as played by RolePlayGateway

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"Words. They can scathe, burn, and emasculate...but they can also save a life..."



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|Name|

Jiao Song Yun


|Nickname|

Due to the exhausting fact that most people mispronounce her name so frequently, Jiao prefers if they refer to her as simply Jay.


|Role|

Female Seven


|Age|

Twenty


|Sexuality|

Heterosexual



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|Likes|

~ Dancing
~ Martial Arts
~ Singing
~ Reading Romantic Novels
~ Rain
~ Plants
~ Jasmine Flowers
~ Romantic Comedies
~ Christianity
~ Pianos
~ Children
~ Her Culture
|Dislikes|

Profanity ~
Disrespect ~
Spiders ~
Spicy Foods ~
Drugs ~
Television ~
Pop Culture ~
Jigsaw Puzzles ~
Judgement ~
Brutality ~
Technology ~
Disorganization ~
|Fears|

~Genophobia: The Fear of Sexual Intercourse~
~Demonophobia: The Fear of Demons~
~Brontophobia: The Fear of Thunder and Lightning~

|Dreams|

Not only does Jay wish to rid herself of the curse, but she also wants to be a professional ballerina and open her own dance studio.

|Secrets|

~ Jiao is a virgin
~ She is a prude (BleedingLover)
~ She didn't speak up when she found out that her father was sleeping with a string of women.



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|Personality|

Jiao is like a wilting flower. Before she was plagued with her curse, Jiao was an outspoken individual that believed in what she said when she said it. She was a role model to young women, having been taught by her mother to never allow anyone to stop her from using her voice. Jiao valued the idea of having an opinion and embraced the idea of individualism. In short, she was a good person with a mind of her own. Her words were her gift, for she was the ray of light after a harsh storm and the reassuring breeze gliding through the sweltering heat. She was the epitome of grace and elegance, using her likable personality to dazzle people and convince them to see things her way. She was charismatic, charming, beautiful...happy. She was also a pure soul; never swearing, going to church regularly, giving back to her community; the embodiment of innocence.

Sadly, things took a turn for the worse when she was cursed. She was no longer able to rely on her diction and charisma to express herself. She grew more introverted and closed off, afraid to speak because of the horrendous pain that it causes her. Jiao is no longer the beautiful flourishing flower she once was, but a bleeding, wilting lotus instead. Instead of speaking, Jiao communicates through writing in her journal or drawing pictures. However, it's rare to get her to look at a person, let alone attempt to converse with them. She's depressed, losing hope in ever finding someone to free her from the misery of being mute. How can she get help...if she can't speak?

|Their Curse|

Jay has been cursed with the burden of never ending silence. She has the ability to talk, however, every word she utters is like a stab to the throat or a knife to her chest. She feels physical pain if she merely whispers. Not to mention that each word slowly kills her. She becomes weak and sickly when talking too much...if too many words are spoken in one interval, Jay will waste away and die.

|History|

Jiao was born and raised in Beijing, China for a majority of her life. Her family showered her with love and admiration. Her mother was a housewife whilst her father was the CEO of a fortune five hundred company. Jiao wanted for nothing, living the high life. Her father moved the family to America when she was seventeen years and Jiao adjusted quite nicely. ~WIP

|Place of Origin|

Beijing, China



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|Theme Song|

Kiss The Rain by Yiruma

(Instrumental)

|Anything else|

~ Jiao was an assistant dance instructor.

~ She is a black belt in Judo.

~ She is decent at fencing.

~ She wears contact and only wears her glasses when she is alone reading or writing in her journal.

~ She can sketch fairly well and will idly doodle in her journal.

~ Her journal is not just something that she uses to communicate. It's also where she let's her creativity flourish. She draws, writes poetry, and writes everything that she wishes she could say. It's her safe haven and the only thing that's keeping her sane in her self inflicted solitude.

~ She has a very soft wind chime like voice.

So begins...

Jiao Song Yun's Story

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Time: 8:32 am
Date: Friday, August 23rd, 2013 – Summer
Location: Manhattan, New York
Time Left: 09 months, 4 days, and 28 minutes until the curse becomes permanent.





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Katrina let out a small groan as she felt the pounding in her head. A constant banging in her mind as if she had bang her head against a wall. Her insomnia was never this awful. It was always just a constant tick, tick, ticking and as much as it drove the twenty seven year old Cuban insane it was never this painful. She put her hand through her long and messy chocolate locks that were scattered all over her pillow before opening her eyes to see that she wasn't even in her room, but some how she was in her living room. Even though she knew that she had been in her bed. But, then she started remembering what had happened earlier that morning;

5:21 a.m

She was walking around her wing, trying to tire herself out before feeling a sharp pain from her back and when she turned around she realized just what was causing that pain that felt like a stab to her back. Esmeralda King, the witch that had done this to not just her but the other people who shared the large house with her. "Hey, doll. How have the three years been treating ya?"
The witch asked her, not even letting her respond before speaking again with her slight Australian accent. "Ya, know Kitty Kat, I would have expected you of all the people in this house to have broken the curse by now. With how lovey dovey you and that little cutie of yours were. I'm a bit shocked." Esmeralda said with a sly smirk on her face as she walked around the Cuban's bedroom with her black stilettos hitting the wooden floor as she walked over a small picture frame and laying the frame down to where the picture wasn't showing. Kat tried not to show any emtion as the girl messed with the photo of her and Morgan when they were stationed in Paris for a small amount of time.Katrina cleared her throat before speaking, her voice heavy with her accent like it always was in the morning especially early in the morning. "Look, what the hell do you want?" Esmeralda had a mockingly expression of fake shock on her pale and narrow face before rolling her eyes. "Can I not come and visit my dearest friends?"

"No, honestly. Why are you here? You haven't come and bothered us for months and why this early in the morning?" Kat asked her, her anger and irritation going up by the second. "I just wanted to leave you guys this little note from me and my dearest sister." The raven haired girl said as she set a folded red piece of paper on Katrina's vanity before walking out onto her balcony, winking, and disappearing. The Cuban, being as curious as she is read the letter that only had not even a paragraph on it. Tick tock, time's ticking.

Kat groaned before putting the note back on her vanity before rubbing her her eyes and laying down on the black sofa in her living room. She laid her head on her couch before closing her eyes, ignoring the ticking in her head in order to try and sleep as long as she can.




Back in the present, Kate tried to process her thoughts and rethink about what had happen last night, she looked up at the lights above her as if she was trying to count how many times they seemed to sparkle. “God, I hate that bitch.” She said to herself before sighing and sitting up. After a moment, she decided that she could at least do something today other than lay in bed and feel sorry about herself. She walked over to her nightstand still seeing the picture turned downward. The first thing she did was stand the photo back up, facing towards her bed as she smiled at the smiles the couple had on their faces and the blush that was on her cheeks. She pushed herself out of the plush bed and slipped her feet out of the covers, letting the cool air brush they in an instance. When picked herself up, she felt a sting of pain in her back remembering to newly healing scar she had gotten only hours before. She pushed the pain away and looked around the room. When she looked at the vanity there was the note. She cursed under her breath before shaking her head and walking into her closet to pick out her outfit for the day. She slipped her sweats and tank top off before slipping on her plaid shirt and blue jeans.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror, thanking God that all her scars went to her back, stomach, and thighs. If they were on her arms that would be a lot of a more difficult to hide from people. She grabbed the note and slid it her back pocket, shoes in hand and she walked out of her wing of the large house and into the large kitchen the 'beasts' had to share seeing that they were being forced to live together until one of two things happened, either they broke their curse or until the time was up and the curse was final. She put on a pot of coffee before putting that little red note on the island for the others to see. As the coffee began brewing, Kat walked over to the window facing towards the backyard where there was a walkway to where the others were staying. Not that she ever really walked down to walkway, she couldn't risk seeing Morgan and she also couldn't risk his younger sister, Michaline seeing them even near each other. So, she did the one thing she knew how to do when it came to Morgan and that was to avoid him in the hope that he would just move on.






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Jiao inhaled the fresh scent of jasmine. The burning ember of her scented candle illuminated in the darkness of her bedroom as she sat by the windowsill, watching the sun rise on the horizon. She curled into herself, letting the sun's morning rays bring life into the empty space. The light reflected off of her dark eyes as she looked out at the array of manicured flowers that littered the backyard. She was silent, save the rhythmic beating of her heart and the soft whisper of her breathing. It wasn't like she had a choice even if she wanted to speak. The pain was always too much to bare, feeling like millions of knives ripping at her throat...it even hurt to laugh.

Jiao inwardly sighed, breathing in the scented candle's aroma as she bit the end of her pencil and looked down at the journal in her lap. She began drawing lines, aimlessly blending and shading before she decided what she wanted to draw. The sun was casting a warm orange glow into the room by the time her sketch was complete. Jiao closed her journal, placing it at the foot of her bed before stretching and beginning her day. Upon bathing and getting dressed, Jiao thought about her curse and the loathing she had festering inside of her very being. It was depressing. To never be able to say "I love you" to Felix or truly connect with him. She mentally sighed, and perched herself back on the windowsill, looking out at the golden light as it caressed the fragrant flowers. She reached for her hair brush, idly running the bristles through her onyx locks. The sunlight made her skin look radiant, the light making her dark eyes seem more amber in color. She looked beautiful, but despite her innocent and angelic appearance, Jiao was feeling far from beautiful.

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Daylight crept in through the blinds, obstructing Mark's soundless slumber as the oppressive rays assaulted his heavily lidded eyes. He was lying on his stomach on his leather sofa, having passed out from hours of nonstop game play. It wasn't the first time he hadn't made it to his bedroom after staying up on the computer all night, nor would it be the last. It didn't surprise him to wake up with his glasses sitting askew on his face, having collapsed without covering himself up. Said abandoned blanket sat balled up at his feet, left there from all of the previous late night couch slumbers for his convenience. He buried his face in the pillow to shield himself from the brightness leaking in, blindly reaching for his phone on the end table. It took a couple of tries, a few pats on the end table's mahogany surface until it was in his hands. Lifting his gaze, he brought it out of its own nap, checking the time. It was nearly nine in the morning. Mark groaned, knowing he'd went to bed only three hours ago and he'd promised to meet Alena for breakfast today. He rested his head on the arm of the couch, huffing in frustration. It was more childish sleep depravity than anything else. With one last loud whine of protest, Mark flailed around on the cushions, remaining on his stomach in an ostentatious attempt to wake himself up enough to actually get off the couch.

ImageHe managed, dragging himself out of his living room to take a quick shower. Within half an hour he was dressed, alert, and ready to go. He meandered his way outside, shoving his phone into the pocket of jeans are his eyes squinted against the sunlight. He decided against driving, not wanting the good weather to go to waste. Mark may have hated the summer heat, but early in the morning when the sky was clear and the air was crisp, he couldn't think of anything better. It was then Mark saw his neighbor sitting outside, looking at the ground as if he hadn't moved in hours.


"Hey Liam!" Mark called, having stopped mid stride on the sidewalk. His neighbor had always been a quiet kind of guy, never saying much outside of a little small talk whenever they'd cross each other's paths upon entering or leaving their own home. To Mark the poor guy seemed miserable, just sad all of the time, and he hated seeing people like that. It didn't take long for Liam to look up; Mark emitted a warm chuckle as the lonely blonde snapped out of his reverie. "What're you doing, man?"

"Nothing," he replied, his soft voice almost inaudible, "Just enjoying the weather, I guess." He looked up from his place in front of his house, a ghost of a smile on his face, "I heard you screaming all last night."


Mark gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, "Sorry about that, I hope I didn't keep you up. I was just trying out a new horror game I downloaded."

Liam shook his head, his smile finally blossoming out onto the surface, "I wasn't getting much sleep anyway." There was a short pause between them, one Mark thought he'd have to jump in and alleviate but Liam got there first, "What were you playing?"

"Why don't you walk with me and I'll tell you all about it. I'm heading down to the big manor thingy."

The other man looked puzzled for a moment, "King's Manor?"

"Yeah, that." Much to Mark's surprise, Liam took him up on his offer. Hauling himself off the bench, the down trodden blonde joined him on the sidewalk. Almost immediately, Mark became self-consciously aware of the height difference between them. "You are so much taller than me." The other man simply chuckled, setting a pace to which Mark quickly fell into step.

They walked along the winding pavement to the manor just several blocks away, talking about that video game that'd kept Mark up all night long. He'd even managed to make the stoic man laugh once or twice, which made him grin from ear to ear. They made it to the manor and meandered through the garden to get to the kitchen door. Mark glanced up, catching sight of movement from above. He was momentarily brought aback by the feminine figure in the window. Her pale skin glowed, the sun caught in her raven hair as she idly ran a brush through it. Mark starred longer than he should've, blushing slightly when she caught sight of him. He gave a soft smile and waved, receiving a wave in return. Quickly averting his eyes, he caught the teasing smirk playing at Liam's lips and nudged him with his elbow. Liam took his leave then, remaining in the garden instead of following Mark into the kitchen. Once inside, he sent a text to Alena, letting her know he was waiting for her.

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Awakening to the sound of silence: Felix wasn't sure if that was exactly the life he depicted when he moved to New York, but at least it wasn't back home. His eyes slowly opened to the white ceiling, with a few blinks to remove the sleep from his eyes. Glancing around his room he noticed that everything was exactly the way he had left it yesterday, which meant that no burglers, animals or people had been in it.

Giving a sigh of relief with his first morning uneasiness gone, Felix rose from his bed, threw off the covers and headed for the showers. While there, he pondered a few things about what he really was doing in New York; after all, he was only covering up the truth by saying he was auditioning for Broadway (which wasn't lying, sort of). Felix was only there because some witch person said that if he helped out these people - which one of them was his girlfriend - he would be able to get a wish, and Felix really needed that wish. After all, there was something wrong with him that he wanted to wish away for good: his fear. It was hard to become an actor when the process to get to the stage nearly made him throw up. Sure, being on stage he was amazing, but the apprehension beforehand? Nauseating.

Regardless, the topic switched to Jiao, and he felt a massive pang of regret. Not wanting to dwell on the fact, he instantly threw himself out of the shower and dried himself off before making his way to his little kitchenette. Okay it really wasn't a kitcenette at all. The room was comprised of the things in life that Felix liked to keep handy and secret: his massive wine rack - which is highly stereotypical of him, but he doesn't care since he finds the stuff delicious - a microwave, a mini fridge, a sink and his coffee maker. Now, Felix knew he could just walk his way to the Manor and make his coffee there, but quite a few of them didn't appreciate the blend that he had grown up with: apparently, according the the Americans, French brew was bitter and much too strong. So be got himself a small cup, got himself dressed in a simple outfit before heading out the door.

Now, if you saw a kid like Felix walking, you would have swore that he was either on the run, or high on something. His eyes kept darting nervously from side to side, hopefully avoiding all things that could pose a threat to him or other humans that might recognize his likeness to his parents. His hands kept fidgeting, even in his pockets, as his pace was brisk and timid. He knew that the Manor wasn't far from where he was situated, but that didn't stop him from getting nervous at leaving the house. Sure, some people have mistaken this attitude for one of those gamers that never leaves his house, but Felix doesn't like the outdoors due to fear, not because his internet connection is weak.

Nevertheless, Felix made it to King's Manor with no dangerous crossings with bugs, spiders, reptiles or rapid raccoons - even though one dog was barking at him which made him almost start jogging. When he reached the house, however, he looked up to see the beautiful creature known as Jiao just finish brushing her hair, to which he instantly blushed and averted his eyes quickly. Regardless of their status as a couple, Felix was horrible with people and eye contact: it felt wrong and rudely embaressing to make eye contact with anyone - especially women. Yet, there was something else that flickered through his eyes as well as they stared at the flowers: guilt. There was a small pang of guilt that resonated through his very soul, one that refused to leave which Felix knew would eat him to the core soon enough.

So he gave a sheepish, timid wave before noticing Liam and giving him the same timid wave before bounding into the house quietly. Finally in a place of safety, Felix gave a sigh of relief before scanning the kitchen to see who was there. By the coffee was Katrina, and with the guy Mark (who lived a few blocks from Felix, actually) was Alena. Once again, he blushed at the sight of somebody he knew before mustering up the courage to give a little greeting before sitting down.

"Um..." He said at a talking voice before it dropped down as his courage did. "Bonjour à tous." He mumbled out before shuffling over to a seat in the corner to finally enjoy his bitter, black coffee - true he had brewed it earlier this morning, but how could he enjoy it with his life in danger? Non, he couldn't do that. So he sat down and took of his still-piping hot coffee, and gave a goofy smile in happiness that it was still as strong as yesterday's cup. Once everybody else was done with their meals he would go over to and fix himself a small snack - didn't want to be rude and take all of their resources.

Out of his little messenger bag he pulled out a small, black, leather-bound book. In it were journal entries that he had been diligently writing for the past 9 years, ever since he came to America. All of the entries were in French, since he wanted to be able to reread his entries - and English wasn't a very good language for him. It started off the same as any other since he came to this new life in New York.

Cher Félix,
Je vivais dans une émission de télé réalité, et c'est horrible.