π―πθθ writes Jasmine Alicia as a fictional portrayal created solely for roleplay. Nothing presented through this account should be regarded as representing the real-life Kim Minji, nor does this account claim any association with her.
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NOTATION β¦ / ββ¦β β In Character π’πΈ : β¦ β Out of Character π―πθθ : β¦ β Writerβs Note
I didn't choose the name Jasmine, and I didn't choose to become the person who somehow ends up hosting every conversation she's part of, but by now the two feel impossible to separate. My grandmother picked the name. She says I smiled through the whole first week of my life, and jasmine was the only thing in bloom that winter. I've never needed to verify the story. It simply feels true, the way some facts about yourself don't need evidence.
Our house growing up was full of half-finished blueprints and fabric swatches, my mother rearranging rooms for a living, my father restoring old buildings that everyone else had written off. I spent most of my childhood watching two people who saw beauty and structure as the same instinct, never as separate skills. Without anyone ever saying it, I learned that you didn't have to choose between them.
I was born in Velius, the capital of Coergia and the center of its government, education, and technology, a city of glass towers, universities, and hospitals that always felt like a blueprint being redrawn. I grew up loving it, but as I got older, I began to want a life that was truly mine. So I moved into the Haveleste Apartments, with a monthly allowance from my mother and father to help me get started. I wasn't really leaving anything behind. I carried that house full of blueprints and fabric swatches with me, and their support rested quietly at my back while I learned to stand on my own.
Out on my own, I split my days between architecture school and modeling, and no one around me was surprised. To them, it must have looked like I was simply doing what I'd always been shown: holding both things at once. Architecture asks me for precision. It wants walls that hold weight and lines that make sense on paper before they make sense in the world. Modeling asks for something quieter: stillness, patience, the discipline of being looked at without flinching. I move between the two most days without much ceremony, blueprints in the morning, studio lights in the afternoon.
And somewhere in the cracks is the version of me who ends up hosting every conversation, who texts a friend good morning, who notices when someone's had a hard day before they've said a word about it. I don't think that part of me was ever a separate skill either. It's just the thing I do without deciding to, the same way jasmine doesn't decide to be noticed, it just is, quietly, until someone realizes the room feels different because of it.
JASMINE ALICIA β’ JASMINE β’ VELIUS, 07/11/2004 β’ ISFJ β’ ARCHITECT β’ 170 CM β’ BISEXUAL