Don't touch me, fuck. How am I
even supposed to trust you?

Trust me, Hervé, they said. It'll be
fine, they said. It is in fact, not fine.

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♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Name  ／  Hervé Kim.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Title  ／  'The Cynical.'
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Age  ／  Nineteen.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Gender  ／  Cismale.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Pronouns  ／  He/Him.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Sexuality  ／  Homo.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Ethnicity  ／  Korean.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Nationality  ／  French.
♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Height  ／  Six foot One.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Likes ⠀ ／  ⠀Quiet rooms, fish,
pins, trinkets, writing, music, podcasts,
corny television, old plays, cassettes, i-
pods, pottery.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Dislikes  ⠀／ ⠀Immaturity, bad
humor, arrogance, olives, smudged⠀&
scratched lenses, blood, ripped pages.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Strengths  ⠀／ ⠀Strong, smart,
good shot, fast.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Weaknesses  ／  Poor eyesight,
anxious, extremely scared of blood.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Personality  ／  Read below.
╰──⠀⠀Hervé is an introvert. The last one
to make it to dinner, the last to expect a
conversation with if he doesn't know you.
He makes an opinion of people in his head,
and usually, it's hard to shake that initial
opinion unless he's shown otherwise. He
has this sarcastic charm that either allures
or repels others. There is no in between.

Observant is one good word to describe
Hervé. He is always watching, making
mental notes about the people around
him. Good or bad, each thought is stored
deep in his head.

Truthfully, Hervé is as cold as he is made
out to be. It is extremely difficult to breach
that stoicism, because he doesn't allow
much room to get close. He prefers being
alone, keeping his distance from others, &
focusing on himself. However, he is rather
thoughtful if you manage to get into his
gated village of a heart.

Mentions of abuse below!

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Backstory  ／  Read below.
╰──⠀⠀Hervé grew up in a rather... broken
home. His mother was a lawyer, and his
father was... well, a drunk, from what he
heard. His mother often tried to fill the gap
his father left with other men, which
inevitably ended the same. Loud, very loud
arguments. His mother was a very resilient
woman. There were times he wondered
how she was so strong.

He grew up with an undying hatred toward
the very idea of emotional connection. He
saw what it did to his mother. He saw how
her face held the print of her latest muse's
ring, how she flinched away from every little
movement. Once a lion, she had become a
mouse in terms of love. Hervé despised that.
He vowed to never let himself become that
kind. The kind that was so blinded by love
that he missed all the warning signs.

His mother's self-destructive life style had
been enough to make him dread returning
home. He had made any excuses he could
to stay out of the house. His ears still rung
from his mother's desperation to be —
empathized with. To be humanized. It was
horrifying.

Someway, this spurred his decision of an
occupation at Miller's Summer Camp. It
was a nice way to make a little cash, and
it was a reason to spend the whole entire
summer away from home. Why not?

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Faceclaim  ⠀⠀／⠀⠀Park Sunghoon.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Aesthetic  ⠀／ ⠀Glasses, collared
shirts, clean hands, cold eyes, busted lip,
wry smiles.

♱⠀⠀⠀⠀Playlist  ⠀／ ⠀Lonely Heart - 5sos,
The 7th sense - NCT U, Your face - Wisp,
High - 5sos, Exit music for a Film - Deftones,
Change - Deftones, House of Balloons - The
Weeknd, Butterfly - P1Harmony, Psycho -
Red Velvet.