Y/N

“***You’re nothing to me until you’re everything.***”
—Y/N

**You** are the innocent and naïve newcomer to Korea University, hailing from Busan.  We don’t know anything about your past, only that you’re a dance major and new to Seoul.  You have no clue how to function or fit into the social climbs of college. Your innocence vanishes more and more each episode and by now you could probably out-bitch Ki-jung if you wanted to.

Your long black hair and wide brown eyes give an air of innocence that contrasts your ambitious lifestyle of dance.  Still, despite the slow reveal of details about your hard-work, you never make yourself feel sorry for anything; your delivery and expressions border on annoying at times and your innocuous appearance sometimes strikes the audience as deceptive.  This clash gives your depth and complexity and puts us in the confused, conflicted mindset of the gang.

You’ve got that certain something; everyone who sees you is either captivated or threatened, but all the while you maintain your goodness, your shiny innocence.  This forced articulation makes you often look like a child, gazing up at a parent.  You are soft-spoken and unsure of yourself.  You repeatedly insist throughout the first season that you are not nearly as innocent as you appear to be.  Given that you look as innocent as a recently baptized baby, your assertion is weighty and pulls from multiple levels of assumption.  You must, on some level, understand how innocent you look, but your repeated claim of corruption is ultimately unfounded.  You are in fact exactly as innocent as you appear and have no deep down inner demons.

As your confidence progresses throughout the show, your dancing is so visceral, so powerful, that it calls to almost everyone across the dance room.  You, too, seem to finally see yourself in the eyes of your peers: you’re discovering a side of yourself that’s always been repressed.  And just like that, the bashful newcomer from Busan is gone.  You were never really there in the first place.  The school and your friends give you a power that you never knew you had, and you’re completely inebriated by it.  You grow more confident by the day, allowing almost everyone to mold you only until you are strong enough to exercise your power yourself.  The pain that you’ll have to go through doesn’t hurt you: it’s both pain and joy.  The nightmares that your peers put you through won’t stop you: they’re a source of terror and ecstasy at the same time.  Through you, you have the possibility to push yourself and become what the original you was only in potential.  The troupe occupying your head is a revelation to the attentive.  It is a terrifying reminder of what you are holding inside yourself, and there isn’t much time until you are woken up to a power beyond comprehension.

You provide the conflict for the drama part of the story.  Your transfer to Korea University from *Pilot* will cause a ripple effect amidst being the main storyline and will be a major plot-point all throughout the first season.  You have the most influence over the plot, the setting of the story and even the life of the protagonists; most often one of the primary antagonists.

You have the biggest role all over the story and without you there would be no story to begin with.

## **Physical Appearance**

When first meeting you, the first thing people might notice is your cherubic face.  Your cheeks hold a puffy tendency that are baby-like, while your chin is more defined.  Under long eyelashes, you have chocolate brown eyes and together with your small frame, dark wavy hair, and pale skin, these eyes make you look like a porcelain doll. Unlike your older peers who are known for holding a very ravishing beauty, you are known for your rather cute and innocent appearance.  A small part of you has always wished you looked more like your peers, but you aren’t unhappy with the way you look. You have long black hair. It’s soft and sways when you walk in gentle waves. Your skin, paired with your hair make you look very pale, but not unhealthy. A look that gives you an innocence that most girls definitely do not have. It bothers you to no end, so you cover it up the best you can with dark eye makeup.

As for body type, you have all the appropriate curves for a girl your age. You’re not remarkably curvy, but you’re not a flat board either. You’re not really tall either, measuring only about 5'5" with small bones and a slim figure. Much like a doll, you look small and fragile with a delicate form.

Your wardrobe takes a drastic transformation throughout the season. Once you realized you didn’t need to impress anyone to prove your worth, things started to get... interesting. Colors got darker and hemlines got higher. This sassy new you was a welcome change, and as you got edgier, so did your style. You have a very grunge, punk-rock look about you, with a tough aura. You practically radiate confidence and it shows in the way you walk and talk to people. You don’t care what others think of you and you reflect that in your outward appearance, wanting everyone to see you for who you are. If they don't like it, it's their problem. Sometimes though, you’ll dress very darkly in fishnets, black shorts, and a band tee with combat boots.

## **Personality and Traits**

When we first meet you, as the guileless and fresh-faced new girl at Korea University, you are known for being pure, shy, and soft-spoken. You are also noted to be a very nervous person as you struggle to express your inner thoughts, often resorting to stutters and babbles.

However, the tides quickly turned when you got hung up on wanting to be the rebellious and edgy girl -- and, after that, when you became the leader of the cheerleading squad and a little obsessed with your smoky eyeshadow palette. Your personality changes, seemingly randomly. You can be rude, ignorant, and stubborn one day, and the next you’re calm, collected, and obedient. You're an extremely complex girl, and, as soon as people think they’ve got you figured out, you change. You’re a completely driven by passion and emotion. When you’re feeling something, you’ll know. Though, very rarely, do you show any sign of sadness or pain. Your most common emotions are anger, pride, and passion. You do what you want to do, when you want to do it, dancing to your own beat without giving a second thought to what the world thinks about it. Often times, you miss the bigger picture, unable to truly understand that, though you were thinking it, what you just said may have just gotten you into trouble.

You also has an incredible ability for persuasion. Though, in your natural state, you seem to be carefree and clueless, you are able to take on any role at the drop of a hat. Your smooth, hypnotic voice, persuading chocolate-colored eyes, and ability to spin words better than a spider can spin a web make you extremely dangerous. You have a bit of a sinister side, and love to break rules and live your life on the edge. You don’t care who you hurt, as long as you’d having fun doing it. You’re a complete party girl and would rather be getting drunk and dancing to loud, pulse quivering music, than be sitting in a classroom studying any day. You’re a wildcard. The surprising girl.

You may seem rude, have a wicked side, and stay mostly closed off, but once people earn your loyalty and trust, they know they can count on you until the end. One thing you hold very highly is trust, if there is no trust, there cannot be a relationship. No matter what kind of relationship, trust is essential. At first, you're rough, brash, maybe a bit overbearing, and extremely guarded, but should others actually spend time with you, they would come to see that it is rather easy to adapt to your strange personality and you're actually rather pleasant to have around. As a friend, you're not the best person to come to for comfort or a good cry, but you'll always be loyal to you. Though you can lie easily, once others have your loyalty, you'll go to the ends of the earth for them. You try to do your best by everyone, but you're no saint. In fact, you're probably closer to a devil than an angel, but, for those you care about, you'll break any moral code out there.

In all, you are extremely complex, ever-changing, and march 110% to your own drum.

Deep down, you know you’re still just a fucked-up kid who’s desperate to feel love from anyone who will give it to you. It’s fucked-up, the way you live and you know it, but you don’t care. Every time things start to fall apart around you and you push the danger envelop a little *too* far, there’s always the gang. Your best friends help keep your sane and honestly, if it weren’t for them by your side all the time, you probably would have cracked from all the pressure ages ago, but the gang keep you strong enough to handle it all without letting it ruin you.

## **Role in Series**

### ***Pilot***

**You** sat on the overstuffed chair in front of the large desk, your eyes taking in every detail the expensive office had to  offer.  You could hear a man’s voice in the background of your mind.  Suddenly, the voice in the room seemed magnified. “Well, Y/N, since everything hasn’t been signed yet and everything seems to be out of order, you may want to look through this in order to sign this. It’s the policy form for what we expect our students to understand here at Korea University.” the man said with a cheerful smile.  You looked at the man, who looked to be in his mid-forties, with short black hair.  “Okay.” you replied, your smile masking the discomfort exuding in the raspiness of your voice.  Warm brown eyes looked over you and he let a small smile grace his lips.  You blinked before looking down at the papers.  The dean just nodded.  “My assistant, Ji-hoon, will have you fill out papers and all that. It’s very simple since you’re nineteen. Some students crack under pressure, but, if you do okay, you will be fine.” the dean said, reassuringly.  You nodded your head, giving a small smile.  The dean grinned, knowingly.  “Um, well, my door is always open, Y/N.” he said, giving another friendly smile.  You stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles of your shirt self-consciously.  “Thank you.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.