Cornflower Jeong (DONE)

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Cornflower Mahina Barbra Jeong

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Cornflower Mahina Barbra Jeong
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Corn
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Hawaii
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
American
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
June, 23
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
16
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Atheist
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Pansexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Prostitution, Assult, Possession of a dangerous wepon with intent to use.
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
2 years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
YoungWoong "Hero" JaeJoong from DBSK

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?
Drawing
Sweets
Manga
Chain Smoking
Wepons (asian wepons and knives in particular)
Music
Theater

WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
People
Blood Family
"customers"
Those who go over what they pay
People in general

WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
Himself
Love
People
Being weak
Losing those precious

WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
To draw to my own content
To travel

WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Hate of human kind
Constant smileing
He tends to punish himself
Takes the blame for anything he can

WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Those who pay well
Forigen
Possessive
accents
Protective
Won't leave
Dominating

WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
I'm not allowed to have those
Weak willed
Pedofiles
Drooling
Too big

WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"When I was younger there was this person... I don't... know their name, nor do i know who they are... but they used to leave me little presents. Randomly I'd come home and there would be a little bag, pretty with some sort of design and wrapped up in a ribbon. Mother would look at it--possibly inspecting it for drugs seeing as most of my family are drug dealers and addicts, and then she'd toss it to me. It was always filled with little candy and fifty cent toys.. but those were the days i was happiest. Not every kid had someone they had never met give them presents on a random occasion. I was special."

He gives a soft smile "I'm sorry, that's not quite a specific memmory is it?"

WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"My worst...? My first time on the job, boss promised me he was a nice guy, would be kind to me..." He pauses and is silent for a long moment, before letting out a weak chuckle. "Well let's just say that he wasn't. Not a plesent way to go about a first day huh?"

TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Subject seems to suffer from constant emotional duress. More often then not, self inflicted. Subject tends to put himself in situations where it will hurt him. He suffers from constant depression, though refuses any medication. Prefering, once again to suffer. Subject has said it is a form of punishment, for what, he will not say. Only that he deserves it, and he will be happy when he has earned the right to be. However with the subject's high standards and low self-esteem, I doubt he will ever reach that. A high priority on suicide watch.

He also seems to suffer from a mild case of scitzofrenia, or possibly MPD. It is, self created by nature, and the subject still seems to recognize this. However, it seems to be progressivly increasing, he seems to be less aware that this voice--who he calls Xerclowfon or Clow for short-- is fake as time continues. He calls this voice his strength and sense of reason, possibly the projection of his concious and guilt. His own "Jimmny Cricket" one could say. Whether or not the voice is dangerous to himself, or others though, is unknown and would require more study.

The possibly most dangerous part about the subject is his flexibilty of morals and loyalty complex. Those, listed together because they seems to come hand in hand. The subject has manufacted his own set of morals though kids movies--Disney in particular, in an attempt to be "normal". However, even if he would rather die then break his moral code, he easily sets them aside for sake of loyalty. The subject is extrodanarily loyal, to the point of dependancy on those he is loyal too. The subject becomes a tool and easily forgets all form of what we deam human. Who the subject interacts with should be monitored.

However, putting the more... intresting parts of his psyche aside. The boy is pretty much harmless. Unless controlled by someone he is loyal too the subject is peace loveing and hate violence. Prefering peace and harmony to anything else. He seems to wish for an ideal world, and in his own way struggles to make one. The subject will play peacemaker, and punching bag if need be. Prefering all violence to be directed at him rather then at others.

In short: subject should be monitored for suicide or, if under the influance of another, something much more serious. Other then that, subject is harmless to all other's expect for himself.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Michelle Watson, 42, Occupational Advisor
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Rorri Azama, 45, Drug addict
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
Jacob, half-sibling, never met
DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?

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His "children"
TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
Corn was a very lonely child growing up. The only one under the age of 25 in his area, he spent all his time with adult who ignored him. So in essence he spent all of his childhood alone. Not a single friend. He however was ignorant to this fact. He loved the world he thought everyone was his friend. He ran around with flowers and pennies giving them away to complete strangers. He didn’t know who was good to trust and who wasn’t. This got him into many situations. Good and bad, some even terrible. However he didn’t tell anyone. Secrets were secrets that could never be told. He wouldn’t betray his ‘friends’ even if all they did was hurt him. Because his mind couldn’t take this betrayal though, he chose to forget it.

He wasn’t very close with his family. Even if he deluded himself into thinking he was. His mother’s side was all too vain. Most of them caught up in only themselves, they thought of only themselves. They often left Corn at school, only remembering him with things got dark, almost bed times. And Corn would sit outside, alone in the dark, in a druggie community drawing. He knew his family had forgotten him again, but he didn’t mind. He loved them anyway.

His father’s side hated him for his blood. Half white bastard in their mind. Only Asian was good, so they hated him. They degraded him, made him do disgusting things, hard things, and even burned cigarettes into his flesh. And even though Corn cried, he smiled throughout everything. Tough love, he told himself, they love him but they didn’t know how to show it. Corn’s father, a hardcore drug addict often took Corn to his friend’s house while he did whatever he did. Corn remembers a lot of things happening, however at points he just blacks out. More things he had chosen to forget.

There was one uncle of Corn's though, who he could never forget. This man, was the reason the boy hated going to family parties. To get straight to the point his uncle molested him, and his cousin Em on a constant basis. One day, his family found out and the uncle was exiled from the family, however, there was no case made against him really. It was simply covered up, and left to rot in the children's minds. Corn, though severly shaken got through life okay, his cousin Em however, wasn't so lucky and commited suicide when they reached middle school.
He was a very smart child at school and all the teachers loved him. He did his work, was kind and polite. However all he ever did was read. You couldn’t find the boy without a book in his hands. By the time he was in third grade he was reading and comprehending collage level books. However he didn’t fit in with any of the students. He wasn’t like them. He was, the only one who wasn’t a ‘moke’ or basically a Hawaiian style wannabe gangster. So he was ignored for the most part, or made fun of. Children were cruel, but as Corn cried, he knew that they were all still friends.

He finally found a friend, and latched onto him like no other. Someone, someone who cared about him, he was delighted. He trusted this person so much, but then this person went off to another school, and even if they kept in contact and still saw one another. Corn felt as though he had been left behind again. After all, this person had found other friends. Corn was unnecessary, useless.

The one friend Corn ever felt he had was someone he never met, never talked to. He left Corn little presents on his doorstep only with a note “To Corn. Love…” The rest was blank. Corn never knew who this person was, and still doesn’t know. He hasn’t gotten a gift from said person in years, but he still treasures their gifts.

As Corn grew older the effects of bullying and neglect began to crash down on him. He just, couldn’t take it, couldn’t view the world in the same sunshine and rainbows he had always seen. And for the first time in his life he began to hate. Hate his family, hate the people around him, but hate himself the most. He found himself disgusting and began to want to die. He was in 5th grade. Slowly the self hate got worse and worse, because he couldn’t really bring himself to hate anyone completely. So he began to mutilate himself. Knives, rope, water, his own finger nails, anything he could think of. But no, not on his arms, never his arms, too obvious, people might ask. All Corn wanted was someone to love him.

When he finally got into middle school he made friends with another person. And this person saved him from suicide. He loved this person more then anything in the world. He pledged his life to him, gave him everything he could. Was willing to die for this person, as long as they never left him. Corn was more then happy to do all of this and more. But eventually he though he loved this person, romantically, and even though he wasn’t one for anything physical. Even though he didn’t want sex this person freaked out when he told them. Corn had thought the other would be okay with homosexuality, they both laughed and giggled and drew yaoi together. They thought up stories with yaoi and yuri together, but when actually faced with it this person fled. They left him, and Corn, wanted to die again. However, he was too much of a coward to do so, and struggled on with life.

At some point, he met the first person he ever went out on a date with. An older man, he seemed cool, interesting, someone Corn would have loved to hang out with. To think, a junior in high school wanted to hang out with a middle school student! Corn was over joyed. He originally felt a little off about this person, there were times when he seemed off, he even got his phone number by dropping his phone in the bus and asking Corn to call it to make sure it was okay. But Corn shoved it off to the side, he was a friend. Eventually the older boy convinced Corn to go on a date with him. Shyly, Corn agreed. The date seemed amazing a first, a simple movie. However things eventually turned wrong, as soon as the lights dimmed and the movie started the other boy showed his true intentions. Kissing and touching Corn however he wanted, he didn’t listen to the boy’s quite pleas to stop. Only ceasing when Corn was about to scream. He spent the rest of the movie curled in his seat, staring at the screen blankly the other boy’s hand still on his leg.
Corn then proceeded to get into relationship after relationship, never lasting for long, all of them eventually abandoning him. They all used him for their own personal gain. After a while Corn just couldn't take it anymore. He decied, if people only wanted him for his body, to use him, he might as well make money off of it. But no, Corn didn't want to be some hooker on the street corner. So he found himself an escort service. He left his home and began to work. The boy though, was easily tricked. The "escort" service leaving him, not as free as her previously thought. And so, he has a tattoo above his right hip bone, signifiying who he belongs to. In a way, Corn is pleased to have a home, somewhere that he will always belong. But at the same time, he never wants to return, prefering to make money on his own.

Eventually the police busted the "escort" service and Corn was sent back home. Of course, he only continued his way and his family just couldn't have him staining their name, and so he was sent away. His family called the police on him, finding him in the middle of striking a deal. Hopeing to get the boy away as long as possible, they also made up a story about Corn violently attacking them and threatening him with a knife, Corn--although it never actually happened, didn't say otherwise.
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Corn, Butterfly or Mother.
AGE
19
GENDER
Female
EXPERIENCE
4-5 years
CONTACT INFO
Any though I check PMs and Emails less often
TIME ZONE
Pacific GMT -10 I believe.
RULE PHRASE
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY

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