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— faceclam:  heejin jeon of loona
— oc full name:  vivian jung
— date of birth:  october nineteenth, 2000
— location:  hollywood heights, bellevue apartments, floor 24
— zodiac sign:  libra
— nationality:  AMERICAN
— ETHNICITY:  KOREAN
— occupation:  university student, aspiring journalist
— languages spoken:  ENGLISH (FLUENT), KOREAN (FLUENT), JAPANESE (CONVERSATIONAL), SPANISH (CONVERSATIONAL)
— relationship status:  NOT LOOKING
— rOMANTIC ORIENTATION:  HETEROFLEXIBLE
— ual ORIENTATION:  biual

chapter one — 

the only daughter to a pair of famous politicians in the los angeles area, vivian jung was born into a legacy. her mother, a lawyer and aspiring councilwoman, married her father, the mayor of los angeles, and thus she was born with both a golden spoon and a hefty burden. primmed and prepped from a young age to be the perfect daughter, the debutante with not a hair out of place, vivian grew into accepting her role as the famous jung politicians' daughter. 

she was raised doing all the things a typical perfect "feminine" daughter would do: years of ballet that would wreck her bones, sewing to teach her pain, and beauty pageants that left her with more self-image issues than trophies. as a child she was quiet and well-tempered, believing tha her parents truly were doing the best for the city and its people. that all changed when she grew up.

chapter two —

it all changed when vivian was fourteen; her father had finally won the race for mayor, securing him a space as the mayor of the los angeles area for eight years. she watched as her father became hungry for money and power, neglecting not only his family but his responsibilities. blinded by power, he had failed to even notice his wife's affair to a fellow councilman. vivian, however, did. 

it was then she realized how the dysunfunctional state of her family would never be fixed, never in a million years, not with two mayor terms or twenty years. though dance was her entire soul, there was still one thing that the jung politicians could agree upon: vivian would become just like them. they urged her to study political science and pursue a similar career; ever obedient, vivian oblidged. though she detested politics and all its rules, its capabilities of bringing the worst out in people, she would never go against her parents' desires. 

until they were no longer around.

chapter three —

june 6th, 2020. vivian was alone in the too-large jung suburban home the night her parents left for a business trip in new york city. then she got a phone call, one that would change her life for years to come.

her parents' private jet had crashed, caught in a storm too large to navigate. 

for the summer, the freshly-turned adult vivian had hardly known how to go about her daily life. every day was a mix of press reports, condolences, and funeral preparations. she had lived her entire life listening to what her parents told her—what would she do noW?

she hardly managed to change her major in time for the start of the semester, her third year of university. though her heart yearned for the arts, there was only so much she could do; she became a journalist. with her firsthand experience with politics, vivian grew determined to expose the deep dark secrets of hollywood and its political influences. 

after selling her million dollar childhood home, vivian is left with no family and a bank account heavy enough to last the rest of her life. she relocated to the bellevue apartments, hoping for a new start. after adopting her first ever dog (her parents had always claimed pets were too messy), kina, she is trying to put her life back together. except now the puzzle is different, no longer defined by the desires and demands of others. 

— likes —  strawberry flavored sweets. animals. poetry. dancing, and anything music related. small acts of kindness.  

— dislikes —  close-minded or prejudiced people. storms. airplanes. being told what to do. washing dishes.  

— hobbies —  listening to music. reading. dancing. baking, especially sweets. going on walks. discovering new facts.  

— positive traits —  passionate, kind-hearted, loyal, charming, eloquent, courageous, emotional

— negative traits —  oblivious, overzealous, sheltered, blunt, stubborn, reckless

— goals —  to become her own person. to become a renowned journalist. to graduate. to be comfortable in her own skin. 

— attire —  she enjoys fashion, and often likes to create her own clothing. she most enjoys dressy norms with a casual twist, such as t-shirt dresses or a nice blouse with a pair of jeans.  

— timezone:  gmt-8
— muse level:  spotty. 
— replying speed:  allow any time from a day to a week. only poke me after two weeks.
— writing style:  detailed third
— plotting:  i prefer to plot, even a slight connection just to have a direction of the thread. i don't mind starting, it usually depends on who we feel should start based on the plot.
— triggers & limits:  i am of age, and can handle most mature themes. i rarely , unless it interests me or has to do with character development.  the only concepts i cannot handle in detail (you can mention them but not too heavily) are suicide and gore. 

pLease keep in mind that i am a full-time university student with a job and other responsibilities. there will be times when i am gone for certain reasons, and i always let those i am threading with know when there is a problem or event in my ooc life. 

i'm saying this again because i have had problems in the past with partners not understanding: respect my schedule. i am not always on rpr, and i am very straightforward with the fact that my muse comes and goes; if you agree to roleplay with me, you are agreeing to acknowledge that i made my schedule and problematic muse clear. 

do not be offended if you see me replying to other threads faster than yours. i simply have more muse for that thread (or the length is more manageable). i will get to yours, i try not to leave people hanging. 

if you are feeling bored with the thread, just let me know. i will not take any offense and will kindly drop the thread. we can always pick up again also, if you ever want! please do not leave me hanging.