Clothe style: Generally very casual, dresses for the occasion.
Appearance: Dark hair, naturally curly, with light brown eyes, and pale skin. A bit on the small side, as far as build, but tall enough. About 179 cm.
Abilities: Not only does he love to be in front of the camera, he likes to take pictures as well, and is pretty good at it. He also is very good at cooking. Can speak Japanese, Korean, and English.
Hobby: Sports, Video Games, Movies, and Cooking
Child of two prominent models.
Sexual Preference: Undecided/Impressionable.
Socially Inept.
The only child of Tetsuro Youji and Park Ki Dae, Tetsuro Jun Ki, known better as Junki by his fans, has followed in the footsteps of his parents, both of which are prominent models from their respective countries. They never married, and never lived together, so Junki was forced to trade off between the two, a year with each parent. His modeling started as a child, working with his parents as well as on his own campaigns. As he grew, the young man branched off into his own work, and established his own career apart from them. Because of his constant moving, though, Junki wasn't able to fully establish as good of a career as he was wanting. Looking for a change, Junki has split off from his parents, and applied for a work and student visa in America.
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" The special relationship that twins share is surely hard to compare. "
Tae Hyun Cavuoto (Marc)
" I am so sorry . . . "
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The youngest from the twin
DOB: 15 August 1989
Parent: Italian dad & Korean Mum
Clothe style: Won't fussy as long as he looks good. Often choose casual
Appearance: Natural brown hair with black streaks but often dye it black. Has the hight of 180 cm (and still growing) and built up figure
Abilities: Has mastered five languages ; Korean, French, Spanish, Greek, English
Hobby: keeps self busy
Independent (but not severe family ties) and works as part time supermodel
Sexual Preference: Bisexual. He is not fussy about it. After all, the most important person for him is his eldest twin
Sophomore high school student
Residing in US, Cavuoto is a plutocracy family line in monopolizes majority of industries and well influenced in the global world economy. The current generation is the only child , married, and blessed with male twins. Once upon a time the family has it all. Ever since the twins lost their mother, everything has changed.
Well you see, it was the media headlines when the mother, along with everyone else in the car, died leaving the youngest twin aged 10, as the only survivor. No body know what caused the accident except the twin. No body except the twins... Could not bear the pain losing his beloved woman, the father of the twins buried himself with his work. He hired high skilled people to raise the kids and hide their identities from the world for he no longer allows himself fear to losing them. Indeed the wealth and the influence of the family has expanded.
But what happen with the twins you might ask. Well, the eldest has become a child prodigy whilst the youngest is a well - known supermodel who is still undertaking his studies but ever since the incident, they no longer talk to each other. It is still a mystery why. One day, Junho decided to go to his mother country to pursue a normal average guy. He enrolled to the most prestigious high school where only intelligent students can enroll. With his family background hidden, that only the highest level of governance knows, he chose to live in the dorm.
Marc, on the other hand, could not anything except accepted that. This is a sequel story of this RP.
"Thank you... I think I can find my way on my own." Junki said to the lady that worked at the baggage claim, who was about to call for someone to escort him out of the airport, as he'd been asking her if. He'd been to America before. It felt nice to be starting something for himself for once, though. This entire choice was his alone, and while his parents had asked him if he was sure he wanted to go to such a place, they hadn't really tried to sway his resolve. Which he was thankful for. If anything, Junki was glad that he didn't have to act as the messenger between the two anymore. His parents were both diva's, his father just as high maintenance as his mother. It was difficult to work around them both. At least he'd never had to deal with them in the same room at the same time. He wasn't sure how that would work out, but in his entire life, he'd never seen his parents in the same country even.
Nodding his thanks to the nice woman, Junki grabbed his duffel bag from , slipping it back on over his shoulder. The rest of his belongings had already been shipped over to his apartment, arriving just the day before he had gotten there. They were all probably sitting in boxes, waiting for him to come and unpack them. It had been difficult for Junki to transfer schools, but when he'd signed up for his work and student visa, and hesitation he'd had, disappeared. He was enrolled at a decent university there in the city, had arranged for a fairly nice apartment, and even had a car there, waiting for him at the airport parking lot. It had been dropped off before his flight landed, the spare key locked inside the glove compartment, and the other one in his pocket.
Finally making it through the rest of security, and customs, Junki headed out of the airport, navigating his way through the parking lot to where his small, rather chic, white car waited for him......
{{A week later}}
Settling into his apartment had been an interesting experience. He'd never truly realized how much went into making a house into a home. He'd ended up having to go to the store quite a few times, to buy things that he'd never realized he'd need. He'd never lived on his own before. At least he still had a month before his classes started up at the university. When he wasn't unpacking, and arranging his apartment, Junki was out in the city, getting accustomed to his new surroundings, learning where everything was. He felt like a new person, and realized that this move couldn't have come at a better time.
It was that Thursday that his agency called him at last, his manager telling him that she'd booked him a job that weekend in the city. A fashion spread for a magazine. Apparently the magazine was featuring asian and mixed asian models almost exclusively that month, for some cultural awareness celebration that went on. He had no clue what it was all about, he just knew that he'd be working with other models for a change. After he'd taken down all the information for the shoot, pinning it up onto the calender he kept on his fridge, Junki got right back to work arranging his books.
Saturday came quickly, and before he knew it, Junki was driving to the studio for the photoshoot. He pulled into the reserved parking, and headed in, arguing on his cell phone to his mother in korean. "No Mom, I'm fine... No! You stay in Korea! Everything is fine! Ma, I have to go I've got work to do. Alright Mom, I love you too... Yes, Mom, I will..." sighing heavily and hanging up, Junki looked up and around as he slid his phone back into his pocket.
Today, after he found out his brother has left overseas, Marc feels something has gone from his life. He has realised that ever since that accident back then that took their mother's life, everything has changed. No longer love in the house. Taking a modelling job was the only thing that he could think of to run away from the emptiness in his heart.
he grabs a chair and closes his eyes trying to clear his mind from midst of thought that have spread like poison in his body.
Half an hour has gone but he still has not feeling better . . . "Ah I should get ready to go to today's photoshoot ."he said to himself trying to persuade himself that everything is alright. Standing up straight he then calls the butler "Butler! Go and tell the chauffeur to warm up my 599XX ready and I will be the one driving so he can leave the car at the front hourse ."
He then goes to his wardrobe room and change his outfit to something more casual
"Let's do this!"
Goes off from the third floor, where his room is located, to the ground floor and grabs the car key the butler holds."Don't wait for me. I ain't coming home tonight ."
Putting his usual work face, he then leaves the house and with his 599XX he heads to the tomorrow's photo site
Not long after that . . .
Arriving in the photosite he drives his car to carpark. Getting out from his car, he does not realise he is not alone in there as his mind is full in gutter
Does not pay attention of where he is going, he accidentally bumps to a person in front of him. He then yells to the person he bumps to,"Hey! whatch where you going!"
