"Words. They can scathe, burn, and emasculate...but they can also save a life..."
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
~ Dancing
~ Martial Arts
~ Singing
~ Reading Romantic Novels
~ Rain
~ Plants
~ Jasmine Flowers
~ Romantic Comedies
~ Christianity
~ Pianos
~ Children
~ Her Culture
Profanity ~
Disrespect ~
Spiders ~
Spicy Foods ~
Drugs ~
Television ~
Pop Culture ~
Jigsaw Puzzles ~
Judgement ~
Brutality ~
Technology ~
Disorganization ~
~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.
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
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.