| Full Name | Starlette Elara Moon |
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| Nickname(s) | Star / Ella |
| Birthplace | Bandung, Indonesia |
| Date of Birth | March 9, 1999 |
| Occupation | Visual Storyteller |
| Personality | Playful, slightly absent-minded, artsy, observant, gentle, and dreamy. |
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. ꫂ ၴႅ༘ кatalina.
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Hereby I am inclined to mention that this character has no affiliations with Kim Yerim as a person she is. This character is purely fictional and everything comes from writer's imagination is only for roleplaying purposes. Similartities can be found, both in virtual and real life. But, the author doesn't tolerate any kind of plagiarism.The language that will be used on this account is English, Indonesian, and some languages in addition. The author would like to apologize beforehand if there's any grammatical errors in her writing since it's not her mother language.Brackets Informations:
IC Talk = "....." / .....
OOC Talk = ◟♯ . . ꒰ 𐚁 ꒱This character exists and lives in multiple universes with or without different story line (for agency purposes).The author is open with any kind of criticism and suggestions but please do use a proper language. If you're interested in building a relationship and writing a plot together, or simply having a chit-chat with Starlette, feel free to contact her anytime!
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Her Life Journey.
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Starlette Elara Moon grew up in a quiet house filled with books, sheet music, and half-finished novels. Her mother lectured literature at a university, and her father was a meticulous architect who believed silence was a form of discipline.From the outside, Starlette seemed like the perfect reflection of her upbringing, graceful, composed, and unusually observant for her age. Teachers described her as “elegant” and “mature”. What they didn’t know was that most of the time, she was simply daydreaming about strange, poetic questions like whether rain had a favorite rooftop to fall on.She wasn’t loud, but she was never dull. Starlette had a habit of saying something unexpectedly philosophical and minutes later forgetting what the conversation was about. She could spend hours carefully editing a short film for the school arts club, only to trip over a cable and laugh at herself before anyone else could. Her humor was subtle; sometimes dry, sometimes oddly timed. The people closest to her knew that behind her calm expression was a mind constantly wandering into beautifully ridiculous places.In university, where she studied visual communication and sound design, she began sharing small pieces of her world online: recordings of rainy day, blurry photographs that felt more like emotions than images, and short poetic captions that ended in playful, self-aware twists. Her work was delicate but never pretentious. There was always a hint of warmth beneath the aesthetic. People might drawn to the contrast, how someone who looked like moonlight could carry such quiet, chaotic sunshine inside her.Starlette was never trying to be mysterious. She simply existed in her own rhythm—soft-spoken yet playful, elegant yet slightly clumsy, artistic yet unintentionally funny. People often underestimated her at first glance, mistaking her gentleness for fragility. They soon learned she was far from fragile. She was steady, quietly ambitious, and deeply sincere.Like the moon, she never demand attention. Yet somehow, in every room she entered, light seemed to gather around her.