Post by Deleted on Jan 6, 2013 11:17:54 GMT -8
| Yong Soo Im "Magnetism, as you recall from physics class, is a powerful force that causes certain items to be attracted to refrigerators." |
| CODE NAME: Mireuk |
| Male | 31 | Queer |
| Korean | College Professor | Researcher |
| Physical |
| 175 cm | 65 kg | Black |
| Brown | Slightly tanned | Athletic |
| Personal |
An eccentric professor at the Imperial College in London, Yong Soo is a relatively new recruit to the faculty. A generally cheerful and good-humored man, he is well-liked by students and staff, though the liking is often accompanied by a sense of exasperation. Though bright in academic matters, Yong Soo has a tendency to be a bit scatter-brained, and it isn't uncommon for him to come dashing into the lecture hall fifteen minutes late with his notes in disarray. For someone who is supposed to be an international celebrity in nuclear physics research, he appears to be easily approachable and friendly. And truth to be told, he is that. He likes people, so he does his best to be welcoming in hopes of being liked in return. He's very helpful to students and keeps long office hours, both for the sake of helping those who can't quite grasp the material, and for the sake of his own research--for that reason, there will often be a sign on his office door that tells visitors to "FIND ME IN LAB 3 (◕`ヮ´◕)७" Yong Soo is just as friendly to fellow coworkers, and often engages them in conversation whether it be on- or off-campus. He is familiar with everyone in the Department of Physics, their lovers, children, and dogs. He has many friends among them--a smaller number of close ones--with whom he's much more casual. Well, more casual than he usually is. With students and acquaintances, he still makes jokes and behaves like a chatterbox, but with friends he's more inclined to flirting and invading personal spaces. For his outgoing behavior, he might be seen as obnoxious and rather childish--which isn't exactly false, depending on perspective. Yong Soo is the complete opposite of humble or modest, and will likely boast about his achievements when possible. He'll also take claim for research or projects on which he did minimal work, to the endless irritation of his coworkers. Luckily for him, he hasn't attempted to take professional claim for any of that work, which has saved him from departmental action. Yong Soo can also be petty beyond his 31 years. He can and most likely will hold a passive-aggressive grudge against those who have misspoken or mis-stepped in his presence. Action against these people mostly consist of presents of little knick-knacks that occasionally cause minor injuries or simply do not function, or casual mentions of his grievances in conversation. Reserved for people he really dislikes, however, he will often bad-mouth them to others or come up with ways to deliberately annoy them. As irresponsible and undeserving of his international reputation as he may seem, Yong Soo is perfectly capable of professional behavior. He can up the charm when he needs to, and is an ace at sweet-talking superiors and pretty ladies, though his love of boasting has a way of breaking through. He is also intellectually gifted, is ranked towards the forefront of scientific breakthroughs in his field, and has commonly been asked to speak at various shows and forums. He has a hobby of tinkering with prototypes on the side, which is ultimately what he leases out to agents. He enjoys either "improving" previously-existing technology or putting ones together from scratch. These prototypes usually end up being unstable as hell, so he sends them to agents as guinea pigs--free of charge, of course, though that condition comes from the promise that he won't be sued if burns occur or buildings get blown to smithereens. He makes the money back if the prototypes are good enough to market, at which point they are issued to law enforcement. Yong Soo also might seem like the type to laze around in his free time, but he's actually a very active person. He knows taekwondo, regularly spends time at the gym, and will go jogging if the weather's nice. Not to say that he doesn't laze around, as some of his favorite passtimes are watching TV, playing video games and surfing online. Due to these passtimes, he will often stay up way past appropriate times and end up sleeping in, contributing to his lateness to work. This has lead to some irregular hours for him, including a memorable occasion in which he caused the fire department to rush into the Sciences building at 4:30 a.m. And as a sidenote: with his very active life, Yong Soo very rarely pays attention to what he eats. His cooking is mediocre at best and he rarely remembers to eat before restaurants close, so he mostly subsists on a diet of ramen and Coca-Cola. |
| Likes | Dislikes |
✔ Science. Obviously. It's the thing his entire career revolves around, after all. He loves science for its potential and for the simple intrigue of it--what better riddle for a curiosity-inclined individual than the very universe itself? His preferred disciplines are branches of physics, nuclear physics and astrophysics, though he is also rather well-versed in engineering as well. Occasionally, he'll combine the two for potentially unstable results. ✔ Romance novels. Okay--everyone has these guilty pleasures, okay? For Yong Soo they just might be grocery-store romance novels, even though the writing is cringe-worthy and vomit-inducing. But hey, you gotta appreciate the cheaper luxuries in life, especially if you're a single man who is either too busy or too obnoxious to hope for a status-change in the near future. ✔ Video games. Video games are. his. life. No joke. He owns the latest video games and has an entire bookshelf reserved for them, and at least eight different consoles, including the recently-released virtual reality system to which he has made some "upgrades." They're probably the next-best thing in life, just short of his own brilliant genius. ✔ Pop culture. Right. Gotta keep up with the kids these days--though in all honesty, he's probably more pop-culture savvy than most of them. He loves following the latest music, movies, TV series... You name it. If there's a new film release (that's supposed to be good), you can bet your arses that he'll be there. If there's a new TV series, he'll be sure to know the main characters, the plotlines, though granted, he's much more interested in Korean shows. The romantic streak doesn't just stop at the shitty novels. ✔ Spicy foods. Oooh, yes. The spicier the better. He has a love for foods that others typically can't handle, and you can be absolutely certain that he'll laugh whenever he witnesses one of those Europeans try to keep down some of that Thai or Indian food without running for the water fountain. Of course, this also means that whenever it's his turn to organize a faculty event, he'll order all the spicy dishes he can, to the point where he's hardly ever asked to organize such gatherings anymore. ✔ Bad science jokes. Everyone loves bad jokes, okay? He just happens to enjoy the science-y ones 'cause he knows the explanations behind them. And if someone happens to not enjoy crappy puns—well, let him atom! | ✔ Boredom. Okay--everyone hates it. It's a universally-hated feeling and Yong Soo is no exception. That's why he stocks up on everything to keep himself entertained, whether it be social events, research, video games or TV series. If there's one good thing about London, then it's got to be that it doesn't leave you bored. ✔ Mornings. Yong Soo is absolutely not to be engaged until at least thirty minutes after he has woken up and has had a cup of coffee. Failure to meet these requirements will result in the violater being either ignored or fired at with a nail gun. ✔ Others handling his stuff without permission. And for good reason, too! He shouldn't be the one paying the medical bills for someone else's stupidity; namely, touching his stuff without permission. His inventions are unpredictable, and he tells it so to anyone who enters his office, so it isn't his fault if they don't listen. Even if they're not his inventions, don't touch it. It's rude, and some of those DVD copies could be valuable! ✔ Praise for others. It's not like he has an inferiority complex--well, not a big one, anyway. But c'mon, it's really rude to praise some other researcher's work when you're talking with someone who's doing similar work, y'know? For your troubles, you'll probably get a pout in response and an attempt to slip his own achievements into the conversation. ✔ Flirting and affection. He has a complicated relationship with these two. Though he might be flirtatious, he's not accustomed to having the roles reversed and will most likely become a blushing wreck should someone pull out the pick-up line before he does. He also talks big about his romance and charm, but offer him any affectionate physical contact and he'll barely know how to react. ✔ Cold weather. Seriously, just fuck that noise. There's nothing cool about wrapping up in ten bundles of clothing and trudging through the brown muck that's supposed to be English snow. |
| Dreams | Fears |
✔ To be successful. As any other scientist, he wants to do something that will revolutionize the field. Yes, as difficult as that may seem, he's still holding out hope for it. It's difficult to balance his work and research, but he's kept and open mind and is ready to grasp at any opportunity that presents itself. After all, who doesn't dream of having their name in the history books? ✔ To be respected. And not simply as a researcher in the field. He genuinely desires for people to admire his intellect and to respect him for it—not to envy him, but to like him. He wants others to think about him positively, and oftentimes projects those thoughts onto them by putting words in their mouths; which, unfortunately, doesn't really help his cause. Despite this, he tries to be likable and reliable, even though those traits stand out better on some days than others. ✔ To find romance. He wants to live happily with a partner, just like one of his Korean dramas! He's had a few relationships before, some which lasted longer and went better than others, but he is still looking for the dream girl/guy. Someone who he is completely comfortable with, shares his interests and energy—that's the kind of person he's looking for. Also, they will probably need to be able to handle his divided attention between work and games. Nevertheless, he dreams of settling down with someone, having some fun, and maybe getting a family. At least, he's very much ready for a stable partner. | ✔ Heights. There's little rationale behind it--well, except for the daunting plummet that may range anywhere from 10 feet to 100 feet. It's just scary, okay? To look down at that void and to know that the moment your foot leaves solid ground it's a downward gravitational pull until the sudden stop kills you. It's not a completely debilitating fear, I suppose, but he won't look down if he doesn't have to. ✔Rejection. He's a socialite to a certain degree. I mean, he likes people. He likes to attend parties and converse and get into petty arguments and--well--have fun. Hell, even when he has time off he can't keep from socializing, even if it takes the form of a VR headset on his living room couch. What he fears is losing all of that--if he isn't engaging enough, if he isn't charming enough. It's nice to have people's attention, because then you'll have praise, you'll have company, you'll have admiration, and for god's sake aren't those things all you've ever wanted? ✔Death. Oh please, don't give me that look. Everyone's afraid of it to some extent--unless you're one of those dumb, half-wit assholes with a hero complex and a daydream of saving the world. Yeah, good luck with that, babe; try not to get that pretty little blonde head of yours shot off. You see, thing is, death is scary. Some people probably don't realize it until they have the cold steel of a gun pressed to their foreheads, but Yong Soo isn't one of them. He's fully aware of his own mortality, and on the good days it lays dormant at the back of his mind, but on the bad days it terrifies him. Not enough for him to stay curled up in bed instead of giving his new lecture, but enough that he'll look over his shoulder every corner he passes. He'll almost expect to hear that tell-tale click of the hammer behind him, a too-late screech of brakes... (And maybe someday he will.) |
| Background |
Im Yong Soo grew up in a wealthy family in the Republic of Korea to a family with high expectations--which he achieved to some degree. Naturally gifted at academics, Yong Soo had good marks in school for classes he barely studied for and the teachers liked him for the extent he participated in discussions. His lackadaisical attitude towards school was concerning for his parents, who often tried to pry him away from the computer and video games to get him to finish that essay early. They never really succeeded, and that pressure to try to motivate Yong Soo was a point of tension in their otherwise good family relations. Actually--to say "family" is inaccurate. They aren't all related by blood, you see. Yong Soo's father died early enough of cancer that he doesn't remember much about him, only knowing how his mother had mourned then picked up the pieces of her life again, for his sake. She took over as head of their medical firm and remarried when he was six. Yong Soo got along with his step-father quite well, an entrepreneur from Thailand who would often bring home interesting little trinkets from overseas. No, it wasn't his step-father that was the problem--it was the child. He hated his step-brother. There was just something wrong with him, like the way he liked to pit betta-fish against one another and watch them fight, so he avoided the elder boy as much as possible. The other went off to college before him, however, and he hasn't heard from his step-brother since, which was nothing short of a sigh of relief. Yong Soo completed his undergraduate study at the University of Seoul. He carelessly enrolled in the engineering department at the suggestion of his parents, figuring that he would do well enough with in the discipline and get a good wage once he graduated. However, he never changed his half-hearted approach to schoolwork and got through the first semester at UoS fine--until he hit a roadblock. It took the form of a take-home, open-book test, which Yong Soo left untouched until the day before it was due. He started on it late at night, spent an hour on it, figured it would be good enough, and went to bed. It wasn't. He was called to the professor's office one afternoon, and told that he had done--well, terribly. They had a long talk that day, in which all Yong Soo's faults in academia were laid clearly out on the table. It was a sobering experience for him, who'd always considered himself competent with an effortless grasp on everything that was presented to him. Their conversation concluded in a way that he still hasn't forgotten: "Find something you care about, then come talk to me again." It wasn't until a year later that, after researching nuclear fusion to try to prove one of his dormmates wrong, that he was able to approach that professor again. "Nuclear physics." His professor helped him transfer into the College of Natural Sciences, and they haven't really lost contact since then. At that time, Yong Soo still helped out occasionally with her research, and he learned a lot about engineering outside of class through her schooling. Even now, they still send e-mails and she often invites him back on campus during the holidays. Though she'd retired from her position, he often consults her expertise in his engineering projects. He eventually finished his bachelor's degree in Physics and moved over to London to complete his postgraduate education at Imperial College. He was admitted with a decent scholarship, thanks to the extensive research he'd done in Seoul. He received a doctorate without much incident, whereupon he returned to the University of Seoul to teach. Three years before the current timeline, he was offered a position in Imperial College, and after a brief hesitation, he moved back to London with the intention of staying for no more than five years. A few months after he'd settled in London, he had a run-in with MI6 when he was investigated for his work in nuclear fission. Originally insulted by their suspicions, he ended up creating a loose alliance with the agency when he sent their headquarters a small device that locked down all their computer systems for ten minutes. Warrants for arrest were eventually dropped upon deciding to employ his gizmos in the field instead. Adventures aside, he still retains a close relationship with his family. He often visits during holidays and will call to check up on his mother and step-father's ailing health--more than his step-brother has done. No one really knows what that guy has been up to, but as for Yong Soo, he doesn't really care. His own theory is that the other is locked up somewhere for murder, but who can really say? |
| Role-Play Sample |
Im Yong Soo rubbed his eyes tiredly as he tried to focus on the glowing screen of his computer. The device that sat before him was a model he'd improved upon himself, and the display that he was then eyeing was light, flexible, and even transparent. In fact, it was a computer he could easily fold up and slip into his bag, not in the way laptops did, but in the way one might be able to fold a piece of paper. It was very convenient, and the added appeal of a touch screen would have made the computer a very popular device if he decided to market it. For the moment, however, he was quite content to have the bragging rights to owning such a great piece of technology that he had fashioned himself. However, even the greatness of his invention couldn't keep weariness from threatening to overtake him. His brows were furrowed in a deep frown as he tried to concentrate on the lecture he had drawn up on the screen, but his eyelids kept threatening to fall closed. He rubbed his eyes again, rather determined not to fall asleep at his desk. After all, it was barely into the evening, and he knew that if he gave in to slumber right then he wouldn't be able to even consider sleeping again until five in the afternoon or so, and at that point the process would repeat. He knew it had been a terrible idea to stay up to play World of Warcraft. Yong Soo yawned, leaning backwards in his chair and stretching. It seemed like a lost cause to attempt to write his lecture when the words were blurring in front of his eyes, and at this point he doubted he could reliably articulate the uses of nuclear fission. He figured he needed a bit of fresh air to keep himself awake, and if not that, then perhaps someone to keep him company. He figured that he could return home as well, but the couch or bed might prove too tempting in his situation, and he would rather set his schedule straight (for the fourth time that month) before the class he had to teach the day after. Sighing and reluctantly pushing himself out of the chair, Yong Soo decided that a stroll outside might be desirable. Even if the chill air failed to shock him awake, he could stop by one of the many coffee shops that populated the blocks around campus, and if chance would have it, he might run into someone who could engage him in a bit of conversation. It was a pity that his teaching assistant was out, as the other could always be counted on for some interesting dialogue or other entertainment of sorts. He shut off his computer with a press of the button (only after making sure he'd saved his work, of course—nothing was more dreaded by a scholar than the possibility of losing his or her material by such a careless fault), and shrugged on his jacket and scarf. He left his computer resting on the table; he'd return for it later, since he felt no great desire to lug around his briefcase during a leisurely stroll. He did, however, grab his wallet and push it into the pocket of his coat, in the case that he'd need it for a cup of coffee, or if he happened to be involved in some terrible accident and someone required his identification to publish the horrible accident in the newspapers. Which was, of course, something he hoped would not happen, as he'd much rather have his great successes making the headlines rather than some great tragedy. Feeling sufficiently secure in a buttoned-up coat and a tightly wrapped scarf, Yong Soo picked his way through the chaos of his office, avoiding the delicate gadgets that littered almost every available surface. The more dangerous ones he'd left securely under lock and key in the lab storages, as per his own protocol, but any of his inventions were precious and occasionally a bit perilous, and therefore it was in his own (and any of his visitors') best interests not to fool around too carelessly with the apparatuses. He pushed open his office door and stepped out into the hallway, locking it securely behind him. It was absolutely forbidden (and beyond forbidden, just a plain bad idea) to enter his office when he wasn't there, which he now programmed the electronic board he hung from his door to say. "Out for a walk," it read now in green lettering, "Find me if you can, but if you can't, then don't try to open this door!" There honestly needn't be a reprieve of an event of three years ago, when one of his students had somehow managed to retrieve a key from the janitor and opened the door, only to carelessly fiddle with one of Yong Soo's electric lighters which eventually resulted in the evacuation of the entire building when mercury oxide was released into the atmosphere. After that, Yong Soo had a splendid experience with departmental action, just as the student had a splendid time getting de-toxified in a nearby hospital. Warnings not to enter the nuclear physics professor's office unattended by the man himself were taken rather seriously after that. Once he was properly assured that nothing short of a criminal break-in would cause his office door to open, he turned and walked a bit sluggishly down the hall. The entire physics wing was quiet, many of his coworkers having already left for the day. Others might be spending time in the labs or over at the library, but there were few who made use of their offices at these hours. The quiet would have been unnerving if Yong Soo were not accustomed to spending irregular hours around the area, but he, alas, was, and so the silence was acknowledged as a staple of the evening. He passed the closed doors of his colleagues' offices, then down two flights of stairs before reaching the main entrance to the sciences building. The light outside was already waning, so he planned for nothing more than a fifteen-minute walk to get rid of the tiredness he felt. However, as anyone who has ever lived in this world would tell you, such things rarely went according to plan. |
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