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੭ ֹ ningning 🏹𓏼

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ningning is the sort of girl people notice before they know anything about her. she attends an expensive-feeling, socially active college that isn't particularly prestigious, studying something she finds interesting enough to justify showing up. her family has enough money that she doesn't have to take school seriously, work a normal job, or make sensible decisions about her future. she could probably disappear for three weeks, return with a designer bag and a new haircut, and still graduate without experiencing the kind of financial panic most of her classmates consider a normal part of adulthood. she is young, beautiful, privileged, impulsive, and bored in a way that makes her own life feel like something she has to constantly provoke into becoming interesting. she goes to parties because she likes people, noise, attention, music, alcohol, and the strange intimacy of being surrounded by strangers at three in the morning. she wears clothes that make people stare because she likes being looked at, but also because she enjoys making people uncomfortable when they don't know where to put their eyes. she flirts for entertainment, starts arguments for stimulation, and makes reckless decisions because consequences often feel distant until they suddenly become personal. she has a dark, alternative coquette aesthetic: black lace, tiny skirts, oversized leather jackets, satin ribbons, silver jewelry, smudged eyeliner, sheer tights, expensive perfume, and the occasional ridiculous pair of heels she insists she can walk in despite nearly breaking her ankle on the stairs. she is playful. she is funny. She can be genuinely sweet. she can also be mean in a way that makes you wonder whether she knew exactly where to hit you before you opened your mouth. ningning’s defining contradiction is that she wants to be loved without reservation, but the moment she feels vulnerable enough to need someone, she starts behaving as though they have already betrayed her. she wants someone to choose her freely. she also wants to know that they would choose her even if she made it difficult. she wants to be understood. she hates explaining herself. she wants affection. she becomes suspicious when she receives too much of it. she wants freedom. she gets upset when other people exercise theirs in ways that make her feel replaceable. she insists she doesn't care about anything. she remembers absolutely everything. she is smart enough to recognize some of her own contradictions, but not necessarily mature enough to stop acting on them. ningning is tall and slender in a way that makes her look almost impossibly elegant, with long, narrow limbs, delicate wrists, prominent collarbones, and a naturally graceful posture that somehow never manages to make her look particularly composed. she has very pale, porcelain-like skin with a cool undertone, the kind that makes the faint pinkness of her cheeks, the occasional blemish, and the subtle shadows beneath her eyes especially noticeable under harsh bathroom lighting after a night spent partying. her beauty is striking without looking artificial, with a softly sculpted face, high cheekbones, a delicate nose, a defined jawline, and full lips that naturally rest in a slight pout when she is bored or irritated. her eyes are dark brown, large and expressive, with a subtly upturned shape that gives her a naturally mischievous appearance, as though she is constantly thinking of something inappropriate to say. her gaze can be incredibly affectionate when she is looking at someone she loves, warm and almost embarrassingly attentive, but the moment her mood shifts, her expression becomes difficult to read, her eyes turning cool and detached while her mouth settles into an indifferent little line. she has long, dark hair that falls to her waist, naturally straight with a slight bend toward the ends, usually glossy and well-maintained because she has the money to spend on expensive salon appointments, treatments, and products without ever having to think twice about the price. she rarely wears it perfectly the same way twice; sometimes it is parted down the middle and left loose around her face, sometimes it is pulled into a messy half-up hairstyle with a black satin ribbon, and sometimes it is gathered into a deliberately imperfect bun with strands falling around her temples and the back of her neck. she occasionally dyes subtle violet tones into the darker lengths or experiments with short-lived hairstyles when she gets bored, usually deciding she hates them approximately three days later. her makeup is an essential part of her appearance, although she never likes looking as though she has spent an hour getting ready, even when she absolutely has. she favors smudged black eyeliner, softly smoked-out eyeshadow, thick separated lashes, cool-toned blush, pale pink or muted mauve lipstick, and lip gloss that catches the light whenever she speaks. some nights she wears a deliberately messy, slept-in kind of makeup, with dark pigment diffused beneath her lower lashes and lipstick slightly worn away at the center of her mouth; other nights, especially when she knows she will be photographed, everything is precise, polished, and expensive-looking. she has several piercings that complement her alternative style, including multiple piercings along both earlobes, small silver hoops and delicate studs scattered up her cartilage, and a tiny silver hoop through one nostril. septum ring along with a lip piercing that gives her smile a slightly sharper, more rebellious quality. her jewelry is a mixture of, tiny crosses, antique-looking lockets, black ribbon chokers, delicate bracelets, and rings she absentmindedly twists around her fingers when she is impatient. despite her wealth, she gravitates toward dark, romantic clothing rather than obvious designer logos, favoring a wardrobe filled with black lace, sheer fabrics, satin ribbons, faded knits, delicate bows, tiny cardigans, corset-inspired tops, low-rise miniskirts, fitted camisoles, lace-trimmed shorts, and dresses that look like they belong in a photograph taken at three in the morning. her interpretation of dark coquette is feminine without being innocent, combining the softness of ribbons and lace with revealing silhouettes, dark colors, and an almost careless disregard for whether other people consider her clothes appropriate. she wears black satin dresses with delicate straps, sheer tights with tiny runs in them, oversized leather jackets over barely-there tops, low-cut blouses with lace edging, and short skirts paired with scuffed boots or expensive platform shoes. she likes clothing that emphasizes her long legs, narrow waist, shoulders, and collarbones, but she never dresses as though she is trying to make herself smaller or more acceptable to other people. if someone tells her that her skirt is too short or her top is too revealing, she is perfectly capable of looking them straight in the face and asking why they were looking so closely in the first place. her clothes are usually expensive, even when they look deliberately disheveled, and she has a habit of mixing designer pieces with vintage finds, cheap accessories, and things she bought impulsively at two in the morning because she thought they would look cute. her perfume is sweet and slightly powdery, with notes of vanilla, dark cherry, and white musk, but by the end of a party it is often mixed with the scent of alcohol, the stale warmth of crowded rooms, and whatever fragrance has transferred onto her jacket from someone else's clothes. her nails are usually long and almond-shaped, painted glossy black, deep burgundy, sheer pink, or a milky shade with tiny bows and silver embellishments, although a few chips in the polish are not unusual after a particularly chaotic weekend. she has a habit of biting at the skin around her thumbs when she is nervous, picking at her manicure when she is bored, and pushing her hair behind her ear when she wants someone's attention without directly asking for it. there is something inherently contradictory about the way she looks: expensive but disheveled, delicate but intimidating, feminine but distinctly unapproachable when she wants to be. she can look like the prettiest girl in a room full of strangers, sitting cross-legged on a velvet sofa with a drink in her hand and an expression of complete amusement, only to be standing in the middle of an argument twenty minutes later with her hair falling out of its ribbon and her eyeliner beginning to smudge. she laughs loudly, rolls her eyes without bothering to hide it, makes exaggerated expressions when someone annoys her, and has absolutely no instinct for preserving her dignity when she finds something funny. she is just as likely to spend an unreasonable amount of money on a dress she wears once as she is to leave a party barefoot because her shoes hurt, carrying them by their straps while complaining about the pavement. her appearance is meticulously cared for in the ways that matter to her, but she is not pristine, poised, or perpetually photogenic; she has sleepy eyes in the morning, flyaway hairs, smudged lipstick, and the occasional visible mark from a night she barely remembers. that contrast is what makes her so captivating: she looks like someone who should be untouchable, yet she behaves like someone who has never been particularly interested in acting untouchable in the first place.

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