Lyren

Core Traits: Certified "mean girl" of the group, half-sister of Leland on their (deceased) father's side, ex-girlfriend of Jaesung, she can be rather possessive of Jaesung and finds it hard to get over him (though their relationship was toxic), she's in denial of being attracted to women versus men

Strengths: Strong-willed, gets things done, peaks in stressful situations and can pull the group to work together, excels in schoolwork and willingly tutors others, is secretly capable of sincere kindness (though her defense tactic is to play the villain role)

Weaknesses: Most find her scary, she tends to act out instead of talking through her feelings, Jaesung is often the target of her wrath, a bit of a prep, harbors internalized homophobia and is afraid to acknowledge how she feels towards other women due to personal insecurities, experiences power imbalance issues and prefers being in control

Likes: Sushi, romantic dates, full commitment, being in control

Dislikes: People who see through her (read: Jaesung), being powerless, feeling shy

RP Excerpt: (From College AU)

A big, expensive bottle is set in the center, already emptied, likely the mystery booze he's been consuming for the past half-hour and then it's off to figuring out who gets to go first amidst a total of fourteen players. Needless to say, it is one of the most intense games of Janken that Jaesung has ever seen—which is saying a lot, given how much his family uses it in their daily decision-making.

Unfortunately for him, as per usual, he doesn't win, and the outcome is the least preferred of all.

"Alright... Don't spin it too hard. Be gentle."

Lyren stands up so quickly she almost steps on the train of her party dress, smugly making her way to the center just to lean and stare into Jaesung's eyes. When she spins, she's watching it go as if willing it to land exactly where she wants; if he was just a bit more drunk he genuinely might've assumed she was muttering a witch's spell or some kind of curse, because out of all possible outcomes...it lands on him. Impossibly.

The crowd immediately goes wild and his eyes widen just to narrow skeptically.

He turns to Kieran, accusatory, muttering "What the fuck did you do?" to which Kieran just shrugs and laughs, clearly only a little sympathetic.

"Hate the game, not the player?"

"You're dead, Wyles."

"You fucking say that every day."

"And I fuckin' mean it."

Lyren outright giggles, so pleased with herself once she's sat down in the center, looking straight at him.

"Jaesung," She calls, warningly, when he isn't paying proper attention. She makes the 'come hither' motion with her finger and he gulps down bile, visibly disgusted. "Truth...or dare?"

"Truth." He spits it out almost automatically and she shoots him a glare.

"I'll have to make it a good one, then."

Whatever that means.

Begrudgingly, Kieran pushes him to go sit in the middle with her and that means having a bunch of people staring at him staring at her, waiting with an unsettled stomach for what she could possibly pull out of her back pocket to ask.

It only takes a few moments before she's readied herself, face pulled taut in her seriousness.

"Were you really thinking of someone else whenever we were together?"

Kieran's eyes go wide, hands waving dismissively again as he's trying to calm the sudden stirring in the room.

"Whoa, whoa, okay. I guess we're playing hardball today. Just remember, Jaesung, you don't have to answer if—"

"No, I'll answer. Sit the fuck down."