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Our Story, Meet the Lesmanas.
Meet the Lesmanas—the family behind the powerhouse that is Lesmana Enterprise. As the driving force behind one of the Simworld's most influential companies, they blend tradition with cutting-edge innovation. Led by patriarch Kieran Lesmana, every member of the family plays a crucial role in sustaining their empire’s global reach. From Tyo, the poised heir, to Mia and Amira carving their own paths, they embody the essence of wealth, influence, and responsibility. The Lesmanas are more than a family—they are the foundation and future of the enterprise.
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Kieran Agung Lesmana Birthdate: March 12, 1966 (58 years old) Occupation: CEO and Chairman of Lesmana Enterprise
As the head of Lesmana Enterprise, Kieran oversees the massive business empire that his family has built. He's a shrewd and pragmatic leader with a vision for the company that spans decades. Despite his strict and focused demeanor in business, Kieran often finds himself enjoying his late-stage life, yet he maintains control over his image as the powerful patriarch of the Lesmana family.
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Seo-Yeon Lee
Birthdate: October 7, 1997 (26 years old) Occupation: Celebrity and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise.
Seo-Yeon, the wife of Kieran, is a social media sensation and an ex-Spop artist. Her role within the Lesmana family has elevated her into elite circles, but she maintains a vibrant public persona. She often enjoys the luxuries being a new Lesmana offers, but behind the glamorous facade, she’s sharp and calculating when it comes to maintaining her status.
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Tyo Saputra Lesmana
Birth Date: January 12, 1989 (35 years old) Occupation: Chief Operating Officer (COO) of Lesmana Enterprise
Tyo Saputra Lesmana is the eldest son and COO of Lesmana Enterprise. The chosen heir to lead the family business, Tyo balances corporate pragmatism with family tradition. A firm but steady leader, he works to shape the future of the enterprise while maintaining the family's legacy. Married to Clara, he’s often the anchor in family affairs, though the weight of the business constantly looms over him.
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Clara Ivanova Lesmana
Birth Date: April 17, 1990 (34 years old) Occupation: International Lawyer
Clara Ivanova Lesmana, born into a multicultural heritage of Indonesian, Russian, and Ukrainian descent, is Tyo's no-nonsense wife. With her international legal expertise, she brings a sharp perspective to the family. Clara's strong demeanor complements her role as a devoted mother and wife while navigating the intricate dynamics of the Lesmana family.
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Anindita Dianti Lesmana
Birth Date: February 7, 1992 (32 years old)
Occupation: CEO of Lesmana-Unternehmen Windenburg AG
Anindita, also called “Anin” serves as the Lead of the Enterprise’s projects in Windenburg such as The Windenburg Royal Cathedral Restoration Project. Her work focuses on historical preservation and infrastructure projects. With a strong sense of family tradition, she is respected for her meticulous attention to detail.
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Arthur-Satria Lesmana
Birth Date: August 1, 1996 (age 28) Occupation: Chief Creative Officer (CCO) of Lesmana Enterprise
Arthur-Satria Lesmana heads the creative division at Lesmana Enterprise, responsible for marketing, branding, and the company’s public image. Known for his vibrant, carefree lifestyle and connections to the world of influencers, models, and pop culture, Arthur brings a modern flair to the family business. While his approach sometimes clashes with the more traditional values of the family, his innovative strategies have helped keep Lesmana Enterprise relevant to a younger demographic.
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Mia Citra Lesmana
Birth Date: January 15, 2004 (20 years old) Occupation: Influencer and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise
As Kieran’s fourth child, Mia is still figuring out her path in life but enjoys the perks of being part of the Lesmana family. She’s currently pursuing a degree at Del Sol Valley State University while being an active Simstagram influencer. Known for her luxury lifestyle, Mia enjoys her status but can be perceived as tone-deaf when it comes to the reality outside her bubble of wealth.
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Amira Malinda Lesmana
Birth Date: June 7, 2008 (16 years old) Occupation: Student and Shareholder in Lesmana Enterprise
The youngest of the Lesmana family, Amira is still in school and balancing her life between being a teenager and growing up in a powerful family. She is slowly gaining traction as a social media personality, often appearing in Del Sol Valley events and sharing glimpses of her life online. Despite her privileged upbringing, Amira is exploring her identity and figuring out where she fits into the family's empire.
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Liam Mas Lesmana
Birth Date: June 16, 2016 (8 years old) Occupation: Elementary School Student
The eldest child of Tyo Saputra and Clara Ivanova Lesmana, Liam is growing up under the guidance of his ambitious parents. He's intelligent, a bit mischievous, and already shows signs of being quite the negotiator like his father. Liam enjoys being the center of attention among the younger generation of Lesmanas and is often seen shadowing his father during corporate visits.
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Rania Putri Lesmana Birth Date: February 10, 2019 (5 years old) Occupation: Kindergarten Student
The youngest member of the Lesmana family, Rania is a playful, curious child with a bright personality. She's doted on by her older sibling, aunts and uncles, always the center of affection in the family. Rania is already learning how to balance her mixed cultural heritage and often mimics her mother Clara's no-nonsense attitude in a more innocent way.
Second Chance Shaina Tranquilino August 4, 2024
Lena had always been an artist at heart, though the world had dulled her once-bright spark. After years of struggling in the bustling city, she decided to retreat to her grandmother's old house in the countryside. The house, now hers after her grandmother’s passing, was a creaky, nostalgic haven filled with memories of childhood summers and the warm scent of baking bread. One rainy afternoon, in a quest for something to occupy her restless mind, Lena ventured into the attic. The wooden stairs groaned under her weight, and the musty air clung to her as she entered the dimly lit space. Dust motes floated lazily in the beams of light that pierced through the small, grimy window. She had come here before, but this time felt different—this time, she was searching for something she couldn’t quite name.
Rummaging through boxes of old clothes and forgotten knick-knacks, Lena’s hand brushed against something smooth and solid. Pulling it out, she uncovered a large canvas, covered in a protective cloth. Her heart quickened as she unveiled it.
The painting was half-finished, its vibrant strokes frozen in time. It depicted a serene, sunlit forest, but one side was incomplete, the colours fading into blankness. She immediately recognized her grandmother’s style—bold, expressive, and full of life. Her grandmother, also an artist, had been Lena’s greatest inspiration, always encouraging her to find beauty in the world.
A note was tucked into the corner of the frame, yellowed with age. Lena unfolded it carefully and read the elegant, familiar script:
"My dearest Lena,
I started this painting long ago, but never found the right way to finish it. Perhaps it is meant for you. Trust your heart and let your creativity flow.
With all my love, Grandma"
Tears welled in Lena’s eyes as she held the note close. Her grandmother had always believed in her, even when Lena had lost faith in herself. The unfinished painting felt like a bridge between the past and her uncertain future, a second chance to reconnect with her passion.
Determined, Lena set up her easel and gathered her paints. The next few days were a blur of colour and emotion. As she worked, memories of her grandmother filled her mind—her gentle guidance, her laughter, and the way her eyes sparkled with joy when she created something beautiful. Lena let these memories guide her brush, blending her own style with the remnants of her grandmother’s.
Each stroke of the brush was a revelation, not just of the painting, but of herself. She poured her soul into the canvas, finding new inspiration in the process. The forest scene came alive under her hand, the once-blank side blossoming into a riot of colours and textures. She added elements from her own life—a distant mountain, a winding path, a vibrant sunset—merging her journey with her grandmother’s vision.
When she finally stepped back, Lena was breathless. The painting was complete, a harmonious blend of past and present. It was a testament to her grandmother’s legacy and her own rediscovered passion. In finishing the painting, Lena had found her way back to the joy of creation, and in doing so, had grown in ways she hadn’t thought possible.
Hidden Treasure Shaina Tranquilino August 31, 2024
Denise had always been fascinated by history. As a child, she would spend hours listening to her grandfather, a retired historian, tell tales of ancient civilizations and lost treasures. When he passed away, Denise inherited his old house, a creaky, ivy-covered relic that had seen better days. As she began the daunting task of sorting through his belongings, she found herself drawn to the attic, a place she had rarely visited.
The attic was a labyrinth of dusty trunks, old furniture, and forgotten memories. Among the clutter, a small, ornate chest caught her eye. It was tucked away in a corner, almost hidden beneath a pile of old blankets. Curious, Denise pried open the rusted lock. Inside, she found an array of old papers, yellowed with age. But what captured her attention was a rolled-up piece of parchment, tied with a faded red ribbon.
Her heart raced as she carefully unrolled the parchment. It was a map, hand-drawn and filled with cryptic symbols. At the bottom, in her grandfather’s familiar handwriting, were the words: “The Lost Treasure of Elvenwood – Seek, and ye shall find.”
Denise could hardly believe what she was seeing. She had heard her grandfather speak of Elvenwood, a legendary treasure hidden deep in the forest. But she had always thought it was just a story. Now, holding the map in her hands, she realized it might be something more.
Without hesitation, Denise decided to follow the map. She packed a small bag with essentials, donned her hiking boots, and set off towards the forest, her heart pounding with excitement and a hint of fear.
The journey through Elvenwood was challenging. The forest was dense, with towering trees that blocked out most of the sunlight. The map led her through winding paths, across streams, and up steep hills. Along the way, she encountered strange symbols carved into the trees, just like the ones on the map. Each time she found one, it confirmed she was on the right track.
After several days of trekking, Denise reached a clearing. At its centre stood a large, ancient oak tree, its bark gnarled and twisted with age. According to the map, this was the final destination. She circled the tree, searching for any clues. Her fingers brushed against a small indentation in the bark, and she pushed. A hidden compartment slid open, revealing a small wooden box.
With trembling hands, Denise opened the box. Inside was a single, gleaming key and a note in her grandfather’s handwriting: “The treasure is not what you seek, but what you find within yourself. Use the key to unlock the door to your heart’s desire.”
Confused, Denise sat beneath the old oak tree, pondering her grandfather’s words. She had expected gold or jewels, but instead, she found something far more valuable: the realization that the true treasure was the adventure itself. The journey had rekindled her passion for history, filled her with a sense of purpose, and helped her reconnect with the man who had inspired her love of the past.
With a smile, she pocketed the key. It was not meant to unlock a chest of riches, but the future she now saw clearly. Denise knew that her life had changed forever. She would carry on her grandfather’s legacy, uncovering the stories of the past and sharing them with the world.
And in that moment, she knew she had found the real treasure.
The Clockmaker's Secret Shaina Tranquilino September 5, 2024
The scent of polished wood and the ticking of countless clocks filled the air as Samuel Delaney stepped into his father’s workshop. The room was a symphony of time, each clock contributing its own steady beat to the overall rhythm, a chorus that had been the backdrop of Samuel’s childhood.
His father, Elias Delaney, was a master clockmaker, known throughout the region for his precision and skill. People came from miles around to have their timepieces repaired or to commission a custom creation. But there was something else about Elias, something unspoken, that had always shrouded him in mystery. It was in the way he would sometimes disappear for hours into the depths of the workshop, leaving Samuel to tend to the customers. When questioned, Elias would offer a quiet smile and a vague explanation about delicate work requiring solitude.
Samuel, now in his twenties, had begun to take on more responsibilities in the workshop, his own hands becoming adept at the delicate work of clockmaking. Yet, his curiosity about his father’s secretive behavior had grown over the years. One day, when Elias was out running errands, Samuel found himself alone in the workshop, the ticking of the clocks more ominous than usual.
He wandered through the familiar space, his fingers brushing over the worn surfaces of workbenches and tools, until he reached the far wall. Here, a large, ornate grandfather clock stood sentinel, its polished face gleaming in the dim light. It was a magnificent piece, one Elias had always been particularly protective of, discouraging Samuel from tampering with it.
But today, something was different. Samuel noticed a faint scratch in the wood at the base of the clock, a detail that seemed out of place in the otherwise immaculate workshop. Curiosity piqued, he knelt down to inspect it more closely. His hand traced the outline of the scratch, and to his surprise, the base of the clock shifted slightly.
With a mix of apprehension and excitement, Samuel pushed harder, and the clock swung away from the wall with a soft creak, revealing a narrow, hidden door behind it. His heart raced as he reached for the brass handle, a hundred questions swirling in his mind. What could his father possibly be hiding?
The door opened into darkness. Samuel hesitated, then reached for a lantern from the workbench and lit it. The warm glow revealed a spiral staircase descending into the unknown. Gathering his courage, Samuel began his descent, the sound of his footsteps echoing off the stone walls.
At the bottom, he found himself in a small, dimly lit room. The walls were lined with shelves filled with old, dusty books, strange mechanical parts, and objects Samuel couldn’t immediately identify. In the centre of the room stood a large worktable, its surface cluttered with blueprints and tools unlike any Samuel had ever seen.
But what caught his attention most was the large, intricately designed clock dominating the far wall. It was unlike any clock Samuel had ever encountered. Its face was covered in mysterious symbols, and its hands moved in erratic patterns, seemingly disconnected from the normal flow of time.
As Samuel approached the clock, he noticed a leather-bound journal lying open on the table. He picked it up and began to read, the words revealing a story he could hardly believe.
The journal detailed his father’s secret life as a member of an ancient order of clockmakers, guardians of time itself. They were not just craftsmen but protectors of the very fabric of reality, ensuring that time flowed smoothly and without disruption. The strange clock on the wall was no ordinary timepiece but a device capable of manipulating time, a tool his father had been tasked with safeguarding.
Samuel’s mind raced as he read about his father’s adventures, battles fought in the shadows to prevent those who would misuse the power of time from bringing about chaos. But there were darker entries too, hints of a betrayal within the order, and of a looming danger that had driven Elias to hide the clock and its secrets.
Suddenly, the ticking of the mysterious clock grew louder, more insistent. Samuel looked up just in time to see the hands of the clock align, and the symbols on its face begin to glow. The room around him seemed to warp, the air thickening as if time itself was being distorted.
In that moment, Samuel understood the true weight of his father’s burden. Elias had been protecting not just the town or their family, but the entire world from forces that sought to unravel time itself. And now, with the discovery of the hidden room, that responsibility was falling to Samuel.
As the clock’s ticking reached a crescendo, Samuel felt a strange sensation, as if he were being pulled in multiple directions at once. Then, with a final, deafening tick, the clock stopped, and the room plunged into silence.
When Samuel opened his eyes, he found himself back in the workshop, the hidden door behind the grandfather clock sealed once more. The journal was still in his hand, its leather cover cool against his skin. The clocks in the workshop ticked in unison, the familiar sound somehow comforting amidst the unsettling revelations.
Elias returned later that day, his face betraying nothing of the extraordinary events that had transpired. But when Samuel handed him the journal, their eyes met, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between father and son.
The clockmaker’s secret was now theirs to keep, and the duty to protect the flow of time had been passed on to the next generation.
Samuel knew that his life would never be the same, but he also knew that he was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, armed with the knowledge his father had fought so hard to preserve. The legacy of the Delaney clockmakers would continue, and with it, the world would remain safe from the unseen forces that sought to unravel it.