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01: Guidelines
02: Dossier
03: connections
04: Plots

behind the mask of ice,

beats a heart of fire...

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Kyosuke; Kyzo

23 | he/him | pansexual

Resplendently adorned with captivating intricacies, this stoic façade harbors a labyrinth of hidden marvels, revealing a mesmerizing tapestry of secrets.

01 This is a roleplay account, strictly in-character, and not affiliated with Park Sunghoon. Admin is 24 years old (2001), works full-time and has numerous commitments, which may lead to delayed and sporadic responses. Please refrain from rushing for replies.

03 Admin writes in the 3rd pov, mirroring the literacy and length of responses. Plot friendly (multiverse), and plotting with pre-established connections is highly welcomed and encouraged. NSFW content is acceptable, but please do not interact if your sole intention is to engage in smut.

05 Prefers DMs over timeline but can be interactive in engaging with your posts. Random starters are always appreciated. Do note that priority will be given to plots over casual conversations as the admin is focused on developing Kyzo's character.

02 Kyzo's thoughts and emotions does not represent the admin's. The interests of admin and Kyzo may partially intersect, yet there are also distinct aspects that are solely attributed IC. OOC contact will be limited to plotting inquiries or discussions related to our characters' interactions.

04 Kyzo will only engage in ships with genuine chemistry but he is currently 3N, not interested. Platonic connections are fine, however, please refrain from following Kyzo with the expectation of immediate intimacy.

06 DNF/I - if you harbor racist, transphobic, homophobic, or other discriminatory attitudes. This also applies if you have no intention of engaging with Kyzo. Profiles displaying pervasive negativity or pornographic content are not welcome. Disrespect towards individuals' OOC lives and boundaries will not be tolerated.

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❝ waiting for the right time to bloom again.. ❞

— general —

Face-claim(s): Enhypen's Sunghoon
Name: Nishimura Kyosuke, 西村恭佑 / Zhang Kai Zhou 張開宙
Aliases: Kyzo (pronounced kai-zo), Kai, Kyo, Zozo
Age: 23 years old
Birthdate: 21st April 2002
Orientation: Pansexual
Height: 6'1 / 185 cm
Positive traits: exceptional listener, observant, independent, thoughtful, reflective
Neutral traits: reserved (upon first encounter), diligent, charismatic, self-discipline, considerate
Negative traits: overly sensitive, overcritical, aloof (can be quite detached), avoidant

Kyosuke is often likened to an ice prince, his demeanor as cool and composed as the crystalline formations of a winter's frost. His visuals are nothing short of breathtaking, with porcelain skin as smooth as alabaster and eyes that shimmer under the moonlight, complemented by thick, dark eyebrows so unique that they seem to tell their own story. This ethereal combination made his entry into the modeling industry almost inevitable, as if destiny itself had carved out a place for him among the stars. Standing tall with a toned physique, Kyosuke's most striking attribute, however, is his smile—a vision of pure enchantment. When he grins, his canine teeth peek out mischievously, lending him an endearing, almost impish quality. His background as a figure skater only enhances this comparison, as he moves with a fluidity and poise that seem almost supernatural, each step a dance of elegance and grace. However, upon initial encounter, Kyosuke presents himself as a figure of quiet reserve, a stark contrast to the persona he projects through texts and conversations online. He, at first glance, may seem stoic, as if hewn from the very essence of reticence. His eyes, though expressive, often hold a distant look, as if he is peering into a world beyond the immediate horizon. Yet, beneath this icy exterior lies a warmth that reveals itself slowly, like the gradual thawing of a frozen landscape under the first rays of spring. His interactions, though guarded, gradually unfurl to reveal a depth of character and a gentleness that is as captivating as it is unexpected. It is this complexity that makes Kyosuke a figure of fascination, a modern-day enigma wrapped in the elegance of a bygone era, a paradox that draws people into his orbit, eager to uncover the layers of his intricate personality.

— life & times —

Occupation: Freelance model, part-time skating instructor (for children)
Others: Former figure skater, part-time uni student (studying early childhood education)
Residence: Higashiobase, Osaka, Japan / Seoul, South Korea - He travels often with his father to accompany him on business trips. He frequently graces Manila and Singapore with his presence, each visit a sonnet in the epic of his life.

Kyosuke found himself embraced by the towering presence of three elder sisters, their ages casting a shadow that stretched far beyond his own. The eldest stood as a distant figure, separated from him by a chasm of fifteen years, a gulf that seemed to widen with every passing moment. Yet, when he had scarcely begun to unfurl the petals of his existence, taking his first tentative steps into the world at the fragile age of two, the foundation of his young life shifted. His parents, bound by a union that had once seemed unbreakable, chose to part ways. Their separation, however, was not marred by the storms of bitterness or the thunder of conflict, but rather by a calm understanding, a quiet acceptance that the paths they walked could no longer converge. Consequently, Kyosuke found his home in the bustling heart of Seoul, under the care of his mother and sisters, while his father's visits were sporadic interludes in their lives, occasionally punctuated by trips to Japan in his father's company. At the age of five, Kyosuke's journey into the world of figure skating commenced, a path illuminated by the legacy of his mother, a champion and luminary in the realm of figure skating. Among his siblings, it was Kyosuke who harbored an unquenchable passion for the ice, a fervor that set him apart. His prodigious talent blossomed swiftly, and he soon ascended to prominence, eclipsing even his second sister's renown in a mere handful of years. Each triumph stood as a resplendent monument to his burgeoning skill, a radiant beacon that illuminated his mother's heart with unbridled pride. Yet, beneath the luminous glow of his achievements, the ceaseless quest for perfection began to gnaw at the very essence of his being. The relentless pursuit of excellence, a fire that once burned with the pure, untainted joy of creation, now raged uncontrollably, consuming the innocence that had once fueled his passion. An insatiable hunger to transcend his own boundaries, to soar higher than the lofty peaks he had already conquered, began to take its toll. The specter of inadequacy loomed large, its shadow stretching long and ominous, casting doubt upon his every step. The fear of faltering, of stumbling and failing to meet the towering expectations that had been heaped upon his shoulders, began to weigh heavily upon his spirit, threatening to extinguish the flame of his once boundless enthusiasm.Kyosuke's rise in the realm of figure skating was nothing short of meteoric, a comet streaking across the firmament of the sport with dazzling brilliance. His ascent was marked by triumphs in two international advanced novice competitions, each victory a gleaming stepping stone on the path toward his ultimate ambition. With the precision of a master craftsman and the flair of an artist, he carved his name into the annals of the sport, his performances leaving audiences spellbound. His international junior debut was a spectacle to behold, a tour de force that catapulted him into the limelight and etched his name in the hearts of spectators worldwide. The ice beneath his blades became a stage, and every movement a stroke of his brush, painting a masterpiece of grace and power. At such a tender age, he moved with the poise of a seasoned virtuoso, his routines a breathtaking fusion of artistry and athleticism that seemed to defy the very laws of physics. As the representative of South Korea, Kyosuke shouldered the immense weight of national pride, a mantle both glorious and burdensome. Each competition was a crucible, a fiery trial that tested not only his physical prowess but also the resilience of his spirit. The adulation of fans and the cascade of accolades rained down upon him like a tempest, uplifting yet overwhelming. The pressure to remain at the zenith of his sport, to continually surpass his own limits, gnawed at him with the relentless persistence of a tempestuous sea against the cliffs. In the dazzling glare of the spotlight, Kyosuke skated not just for himself, but for a nation that watched with bated breath, their hopes and dreams intertwined with his every leap and spin. The ice, once a sanctuary, now felt like a stage set for an epic drama, where the stakes were as high as the expectations that loomed over him. In the quiet moments away from the ice, Kyosuke grappled with the dichotomy of his existence. On one hand, he was the embodiment of his mother's dreams, a living testament to her legacy. On the other, he was a young man yearning for the freedom to explore his own path, to discover his own identity beyond the confines of the rink. The ice, once a sanctuary where he could lose himself in the sheer joy of movement, had become a stage upon which his every success and failure was scrutinized. The journey from novice to junior champion had been a whirlwind of triumphs and tribulations. Each victory was a validation of his hard work and talent, yet it also raised the bar, setting a new standard for what was expected of him. The fear of not meeting these expectations, of disappointing those who had placed their faith in him, became a constant companion. It was a fear that whispered in the quiet moments before a competition, a fear that threatened to unravel the very fabric of his confidence. Despite the challenges, Kyosuke's love for figure skating never truly waned. It was a part of him, woven into the very essence of his being. The ice was where he felt most alive, where he could express himself in ways words could never capture. Each performance was a dialogue between him and the ice, a conversation that transcended the boundaries of language and culture. However, just as swiftly as he ascended to the zenith of fame, Kyosuke's world was upended in a heartbeat, his meteoric rise abruptly halted by an unforeseen calamity on the ice. The adage "the higher you climb, the harder you fall" proved cruelly prophetic in his case. His swift and dazzling ascent was mirrored by an equally abrupt and devastating descent, a stark reminder of the fragile and ephemeral nature of success.In the midst of a particularly challenging jump, a moment of miscalculation, a slight misstep, sent Kyosuke careening off balance. The world seemed to slow as he felt himself losing control, the ice rushing up to meet him with a jarring finality. The sound of his body hitting the unforgiving surface reverberated through the silent rink, a stark and brutal punctuation to the silence. In that instant, everything changed. The pain was immediate and intense, a searing agony that radiated from his injured limb. The once familiar and comforting environment of the rink became a place of fear and uncertainty. The ice, which had always been a source of solace and joy, now seemed cold and unforgiving, a cruel reminder of his vulnerability. The diagnosis was swift and devastating: a severe injury that would require months, if not years, of rehabilitation. The dream that had once seemed so tangible, so within reach, now appeared as distant and elusive as a mirage. The future, which had once shimmered with promise and potential, now seemed clouded with uncertainty and doubt. The impact of the injury extended far beyond the physical realm. It shattered the carefully constructed edifice of Kyosuke's identity, leaving him grappling with a profound sense of loss and disorientation. The ice, which had been his sanctuary and stage, was now a place of pain and trauma. The sport that had defined him, that had been the cornerstone of his existence, was suddenly and irrevocably out of reach. The emotional toll was equally profound. The pride and joy he had brought to his mother, the admiration of his sisters, the accolades and recognition from the skating community—all of it seemed to slip through his fingers like grains of sand. The fear of falling short, which had always lurked in the shadows of his mind, now loomed large and menacing. The pressure to be the best, to live up to the legacy of his mother and the expectations of those around him, had always been a heavy burden. Now, it felt like an insurmountable weight, one that threatened to crush him entirely. In the weeks and months that followed, Kyosuke found himself in a dark and desolate place. The physical pain was excruciating, but it was the emotional anguish that cut the deepest. The once bright and promising future now seemed shrouded in shadows. The rink, once a place of triumph and joy, was now a stark reminder of his fall from grace.Kyosuke stepped away from the icy expanse that had once defined his existence, embarking on a journey of self-discovery amidst the echoes of uncertainty. As he navigated the labyrinth of recovery from his injury, life unfolded in unexpected hues. The hours that stretched before him became a tapestry woven with the laughter of his nieces and nephews, the delightful chaos of their presence a balm to his restless spirit. Two of his sisters, bound by the ties of matrimony, had gifted the family with the symphony of childhood—two children from one and three from the other. In their innocent eyes, Kyosuke found an unspoken joy, a quiet revelation that stirred something profound within him. The nursery rhymes he once thought forgotten sprang to life on his lips, their melodies a bridge to the unspoiled wonder of young minds. It was in these tender moments that his passion ignited—a desire to nurture, to guide, to shape the future. The path he chose was unconventional, a road less traveled by men. Early childhood education, a realm often seen as the domain of women, beckoned to him like a siren’s call. Kyosuke saw not barriers but possibilities, a challenge to shatter stereotypes and redefine norms. The world was awakening to the need for male educators in the preschool journey, and he embraced this calling with open arms. Now, Kyosuke treads a dual path—a student of early childhood education by day, and a budding presence in a kindergarten center through a learn-and-work program. Here, amidst the crayon-strewn tables and tiny, eager faces, he finds purpose. His hands, once adept at wielding skates and blades, now guide small fingers in their first attempts at creation. His voice, once raised in the fervor of competition, now sings lullabies and shares stories that spark imagination. Yet, this transformation was not solely his own doing. It was his mother, with her unyielding faith and gentle insistence, who nudged him back to the ice. She saw what he could not—that the rink was not just a place of competition but a sanctuary where he could inspire others. Reluctantly at first, Kyosuke stepped back onto the ice, not as a competitor but as a coach. In teaching children to glide and twirl, he began to reclaim his own confidence, rediscovering the grace and strength that had once defined him. Kyosuke’s journey is far from over. He is a man of two worlds—the ice and the classroom—each a reflection of his evolving identity. With every child he teaches, every small hand he holds, he moves closer to a destiny where passion and purpose converge. The ice may have been his beginning, but the children are his future, and in their growth, he finds his own.

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friendship woven through the loom of shared curiosity
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Nasir Cormac

Their meeting, born of happenstance rather than design, seemed at first to be little more than a fleeting intersection of two lives on divergent paths. Kyzo, reserved and hesitant, struggled to navigate the unspoken distance, his words faltering like a ship adrift in uncharted waters. It was in the realm of shared interests that the first threads of connection were woven, delicate as silk yet strong enough to bridge the gap. A mutual fascination with gadgets—those marvels of innovation and ingenuity—became the unlikely catalyst for their bond. The sleek contours of technology, the hum of circuits, and the endless possibilities housed within glowing screens drew them together, their conversations sparking with the electricity of discovery. What began as casual exchanges soon deepened, their mutual curiosity blossoming into a genuine camaraderie. With each shared moment, they peeled back the layers of their individual worlds, revealing dreams, quirks, and stories that shaped who they were. The gadgets that had initially drawn them together became more than objects; they were symbols of a growing friendship, conduits for understanding and connection.

From Shadows to Sanctuary: The Unfolding Bond Between Luminary and Protector
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Zachary, Leon Theo Medzinarmo

Kyzo, a luminary in the modeling world, found himself in need of a steadfast protector for an international event in the City of Light, Paris. The recommendation, or perhaps serendipity, pointed to Zachary—a man whose very demeanor exuded an unwavering sense of duty. Zachary, with the quiet confidence of a sentinel, stepped forward to offer his services, positioning himself as the shield Kyzo didn’t know he required. Initially, Kyzo misconstrued Zachary's vigilant watch as an overbearing intrusion, mistaking the bodyguard's protective instincts for unnecessary interference. Yet, beneath the polished surface of Kyzo's glamorous life lay an unspoken void. Having grown up amidst the soft, nurturing presence of sisters, Kyzo had long yearned for the grounding influence of a brotherly figure—a rugged counterbalance to his polished existence. The friction between them began to ebb, replaced by a burgeoning warmth. Zachary’s presence became more than just a shield; it evolved into a quiet anchor, steadying Kyzo amidst the whirlwind of his relentless pursuit of perfection. In Zachary, Kyzo found not only a protector but a grounding force, one who offered a sense of stability that had long eluded him. Through shared silences and unspoken understanding, the bond between them deepened. Zachary, with his understated wisdom and calm demeanor, became the missing piece in Kyzo's life—a brotherly figure who brought balance to the scale of Kyzo's ambitions. What began as a professional arrangement transformed into something far more profound.

A Pas de Deux of Ice and Elegance
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Elara Saint-Marseille

Their lives intertwined like the delicate threads of destiny at an opulent gala, a sanctuary where refinement waltzed with grandeur. Kyzo, once a luminary of the ice as a figure skater and now a muse for the lens as a freelance model, carried himself with the poised elegance of a willow bending gracefully in a tranquil zephyr. Every movement he made whispered of a discipline long mastered, a symphony of grace etched into the very core of his being. Elara, a visionary in the realm of fashion, transformed dreams into tangible art, weaving narratives into the very fabric of her designs. Each creation breathed life into untold stories, painting emotions that words could scarcely capture. Their meeting was no mere twist of fate but a harmonious convergence of kindred souls, each a mirror reflecting the other's artistic essence. They immersed themselves in the poetry of motion—how a skater's leap could rival the crescendo of a symphony, how the drape of a gown could echo the gentle cascade of moonlight. Figure skating and fashion, they mused, were kindred spirits, both speaking in the profound language of the soul, transcending mere words to etch stories into the hearts of those who beheld them. What began as a shared admiration blossomed into something richer, deeper, like vines entwining in a secret, sun-dappled garden. From this sanctuary of connection, a spark of renewal ignited. Kyzo, inspired by the ethereal artistry of Elara's designs, felt the dormant embers of his passion for the ice stir once more. He envisioned a performance not merely of movement but of storytelling—a choreography that wove the fluidity of his skating with the celestial elegance of Elara's creations.

A poetic exchange
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Astrid Tan

Astrid, brimming with uncontainable zeal at the mere thought of gliding across the ice, discovered a kindred spirit in Kyzo, whose mastery as a coach for young skaters was whispered of in admiring tones. Astrid, with the fervor of a dreamer chasing the horizon, sought to enlist Kyzo as her guide through the delicate art of skating. In a gesture of unexpected generosity, Kyzo bent his own rules, extending a rare exception to Astrid. In return, she opened the doors of her cherished bookshop to Kyzo's nursery students. Once every two weeks, the little ones would step into a realm where the written word danced off the pages, their imaginations set aflame by the magic of stories. Picture, if you will, a cozy corner within Astrid's bookshop—a sanctuary where Kyzo would spin tales that ensnared the hearts of his young audience. His voice, a vessel of wonder, carried them to faraway lands and painted skies ablaze with adventure. This arrangement, a delicate ballet of give and take, blossomed into something far richer than either had anticipated. Astrid and Kyzo, bound by the threads of mutual respect and shared passion, found themselves weaving a tapestry of camaraderie that transcended their initial exchange. Their partnership, a harmonious duet of dreams and dedication, became a living testament to the beauty of connection.

A Tapestry of Fate and Blossoming Bonds
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Juliette Seo

In the vast tapestry of existence, where threads of fate weave intricate patterns, the lives of Julie and Kyzo were destined to intersect in ways both subtle and profound. Their mothers had long been acquaintances, their connection a quiet root from which a deeper story would bloom. Kyzo's sisters, like kindred spirits crossing paths in the bustling marketplace of life, had worked alongside Julie, their camaraderie blossoming into a bond as natural as the turning of seasons. Then came the moment when destiny, with its unseen hand, placed Kyzo and Julie on parallel trajectories. Kyzo stepped into Julie's orbit, their collaboration set against the glittering backdrop of a modeling campaign—a launch of exquisite new jewelry under the illustrious banner of Tiffany & Co. Their meetings, though brief, were charged with an unspoken energy, a magnetic pull that drew them closer, as though their souls recognized a shared rhythm in the symphony of life. Julie, with a heart as open as the sprawling meadows of spring, found herself utterly endeared to Kyzo, whose quiet grace and unwavering dedication to their craft painted a portrait of someone worth knowing deeply. Kyzo, in turn, held Julie in a light of admiration, captivated by the way she moved through the world. Their interactions became the seeds of something greater. Like rivers carving paths through ancient stone, their lives continued to intertwine, each encounter deepening the connection, each shared moment adding a brushstroke to the masterpiece of their unfolding story. Time, that eternal sculptor, worked its magic, and what began as intrigue transformed into a closeness that neither could ignore.

Blossoming souls and whimsical dreams
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"OREO" SALVATORE

Life has a peculiar way of weaving the threads of fate, drawing two souls together in a dance of serendipity. Such is the case with Salvatore and Kyzo, whose friendship blossomed like a rare and vibrant flower, nurtured by the warmth of Salvatore's effervescent and singular charm. It was as though Salvatore held the key to a hidden chamber within Kyzo's heart, unlocking a side of him that lay dormant, known only to the two of them. In Salvatore's presence, Kyzo found the freedom to unfurl his true self, unburdened by pretense or restraint. Their bond, as natural and unshakable as the roots of an ancient oak, has earned them the playful moniker of "husbands." Together, they dream of creating a haven for kindred spirits—a whimsical establishment named Steak and Pajamas. This envisioned restaurant would be a sanctuary where patrons are encouraged to shed the weight of the world, donning their coziest pajamas as they indulge in the hearty embrace of perfectly seared steaks. It is a concept born of their shared love for comfort, authenticity, and the joy of breaking free from convention. In this union of minds and spirits, Salvatore and Kyzo prove that life's greatest treasures often lie in the unexpected, where laughter and camaraderie pave the way to dreams as bold and delightful as their own.

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