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ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ name: merope eleutheria de valmont. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ nickname: merry, rarely used, only by those close to her. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ age: twenty two. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ date of birth: january 1, 2002. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ ethnicity: french-korean ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ place of birth: seoul, south korea. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ gender & pronouns: cis woman, she/her. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ sexual orientation: pansexual. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ romantic orientation: demiromantic. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ religion: agnostic. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ occupation: senior music major, aspiring composer.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ PERSONALITY

ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ labels: the eternal perfectionist, the porcelain enigma, moonlit muse. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ positive traits: composed, articulate, perceptive, and fiercely devoted to her craft. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ negative traits: emotionally repressed, self-critical, distant, and bound by the fear of imperfection. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ fears: failure, vulnerability, and becoming too deeply known. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ habits: taps her fingers in rhythm to songs in her mind; journals obsessively, filling pages with thoughts she’ll never speak; collects old, annotated sheet music like relics. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ goals: to compose a piece that can express all the emotions she hides, to understand herself beyond her family’s expectations. ㅤㅤ✿ ׄ alignment: true neutral, guided more by self-preservation and a need to maintain her equilibrium.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ HEADCANONS & AESTHETICS

ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ moonlight sonata plays softly in her dorm room as she writes, pages scattered around like echoes of thoughts she’ll never say aloud. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ her silver-blonde hair is always meticulously brushed, each strand falling in place like the last note of a perfectly composed melody. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ in love with the quiet spaces—empty libraries, midnight balconies, gardens at dawn; places where her thoughts can breathe. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ feels a profound connection to the night; it’s the only time she allows her true self to slip past the barriers of expectation. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ keeps old postcards from paris and seoul, weathered edges reminding her of the fragments of a life she’s tried to reconcile within herself. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ perfume bottles and vintage jewellery inherited from her mother sit untouched in her room, pieces of a legacy that both weighs on and protects her. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ merope is enchanted by the timelessness of hand-written letters. she keeps a bundle of letters from family in a satin ribbon, though she rarely replies directly. when she writes, she pours herself into her words, knowing few will ever read them. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ hidden in her dorm room, merope has a collection of delicate music boxes, each one a relic of an era she feels strangely nostalgic for. on sleepless nights, she’ll wind one up and let the hauntingly tinny tune fill the silence. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ to merope, love is like music—intangible, requiring patience, skill, and passion to truly understand. she fears that if she lets someone play her melody, they’ll either abandon her or find her too complex to handle. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ she’s intrigued by the night sky, feeling a connection to its cold beauty, but she doesn’t understand the constellations or planets. there’s something comforting in not knowing it all, in allowing herself to be lost within the vastness.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ FAVOURITES

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ music: beethoven’s moonlight sonata, debussy’s clair de lune, anything sombre and timeless. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ books: french and russian classics, anything that speaks of solitude and introspection; anna karenina, the waves, and jane eyre are among her beloveds. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ colours: silver, midnight blue, soft lavender—cool, subdued tones that match her inner world. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ animal: the swan; beautiful and silent, an elegant creature that masks an underlying strength. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ season: winter, with its quiet beauty, its shadows and secrets veiled in snow. ㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ׄ element: water—flowing, mysterious, both calm and turbulent.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ QUOTES THAT ECHO HER SOUL

ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ i am rooted, but i flow. „ — virginia woolf. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ but i have been too deeply hurt, sam. i tried to save the shire, and it has been saved, but not for me. „ — j.r.r.tolkien. ㅤㅤ✸ 𝑖 ֪ “ she was a phantom of delight when first she gleamed upon my sight; a lovely apparition, sent to be a moment’s ornament. „ — william wordsworth.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ✿ ̸ AESTHETICS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤsilver-blonde waves falling past her shoulders, soft as moonlight; lipstick stains on crystal glasses; ink-smudged fingers on piano keys; a figure on a balcony at dusk, gazing over the city with quiet longing; the scent of old parchment and faded perfume; a porcelain doll, all grace and silence, with eyes that hide too much; the delicate rustle of silk robes at midnight; chandeliers and velvet, all elegance and alienation.