CHANG, mi sun

[jac]

VALKYRIE,
CALIFORNIA

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the ocean breathes salty, won't you carry it in?




all that i feel is the realness i'm faking.
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WHEN THE OCEAN MET THE SKY ,[/color]
CHARACTER BASICS ,
you missed when time and life shook hands and said goodbye[/color]

FULL NAME: Chang Mi Sun (Mi Sun Chang in English order)
NICKNAMES: Sunny
GENDER: Female
AGE: Nineteen
PAST EDUCATION: Seoul Private Academy (Kindergarten-High School)
JOB: Actress, Singer & Model (huge fanbase in Korea, known only by very select groups in America as of yet)
PLAYBY: Son Dam Bi

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YOUR BODY MAY BE GONE ,[/color]
CHARACTER APPEARANCE ,
i'm gonna carry you in my head, in my heart, in my soul[/color]

ETHNICITY: Korean
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 5'7"
WEIGHT: 103 lbs
BODY TYPE: Thin and small boned, as are most Koreans, but uncharacteristically tall for her Asian heritage, with long legs and modest curves.
DISTINGUISHED FEATURES: Nothing out of the ordinary. Unless you count her "yellow" skin and almond-shaped eyes as distinguished features.
PERSONAL STYLE: Having spent the recent years of her life in the public eye, Sunny wears what people want her to wear. She wears high-end designer clothing on an everyday basis because she can, and because she wants people to know that she's somebody important, even if as far as they're concerned, she really isn't. Not yet, anyways.

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IN YOUR MOUTH, IN YOUR SOUL ,[/color]
CHARACTER PERSONALITY ,
the more we move ahead the more we're stuck in rewind[/color]

STRENGTHS: Acting, singing, arguing, highly intelligent, physically strong, witty.
WEAKNESSES: Keeping control of her emotions, being modest, very temperamental, impatient, intolerant, being nice to people who piss her off, holding her tongue when it's appropriate.
LIKES: Acting, food, alcohol, belittling people, being intimidating, being imposing, being feared, being loved, being hated, being wanted, being admired, birthdays, parties, birthday parties, chocolate, cake, chocolate cake, pretty much any dessert, music, plays, musicals, feeling important, colourful things, pretty things, flowers, singing, and being happy.
DISLIKES: Parsnips, sweet potatoes, being belittled, being intimidated, being afraid, sappy things, sob stories, fake chocolate, fake sugar, bad music, bad movies, feeling unimportant, being bored, boring things, ugly things, dandelions, physical pain, emotional pain, and being sad.
FLAWS: Where to start? Fake, paranoid, arrogant, intolerant, cynical, rude, surly, argumentative, unsympathetic, hysterical.
HABITS: Swearing for no reason, crying at the most inopportune times, being hostile without even trying.
SECRETS: None, really. Not many people know that she's actually a celebrity, but that's not for lack of trying?
BEST MEMORY: Reading reviews for her first movie- most of those reviews weren't even about her, since she wasn't even in a lead role, but it still made her feel accomplished. She proceeded to brag about said movie to everybody she knew (and plenty of people that she didn't know, as well) for the next month and a half, at the least.
WORST MEMORY: When she was sixteen, just after graduating from high school, she moved out of her parents' house to live with her best friend, but since she was technically still not of age to make that decision on her own, she had to get her parents' permission to do so. They only granted said permission with the condition that Sunny would have to see a therapist on a weekly basis until she was eighteen. So basically every Tuesday at four o'clock from July 2003 to December 2005 was the worst memory of her life.
OVERALL PERSONALITY:

"I know you're good. I know you're freaked."

Sunny's personality is complex, to say the least. Anyone who didn't know her well would say that she was a cold, heartless, unsympathetic bitch, and they wouldn't be entirely wrong. That is the persona that she has created for herself, and she is perfectly happy with it, but it's not completely true to her own personality. In short, Sunny Chang is a coward. Her strong, unfeeling character is a porcelain mask behind which she has hidden from a rather young age, and which she sprouted as a side-effect to her own self-pity. Somewhere along her life's pathway, Sunny decided that she was smarter than other people- but she wasn't the only one. Teachers and adults around her, and even her fellow students, all recognized her intelligence, so she started to do everything in her power to make sure everybody knew that she knew that she was better than them. That was what triggered her downward spiral into falsehood.

"And I know it's safer if you would just let me be."

Eventually, once her friends got sick of being told they were stupid, they decided that they really didn't like Sunny very much. And when she realized why there were fewer and fewer people who enjoyed her company, she started to think about what she had done to make people take this sort of disliking to her. She soon established that she was being mean to them, but she didn't really care. The way she saw it was that they weren't actually upset that she was arguing with them and insulting them and just generally being a bitch. They were upset that she could be such a horrible person, and still be right. As far as she was concerned, whether she was being arrogant and sarcastic and intolerant or not, she was still better than them, and they just couldn't deal with that. Boo freakin' hoo. She wasn't about to go and make that her problem.

After all, she wasn't doing anybody any favours by pretending they were good at something that they were actually horrible at, or not bothering to tell them that double negatives were gramatically incorrect, or that they should quit beating around the bush and just get to the point already. What, exactly, did they have to gain from that? The belief that Sunny is a nice, helpful person? Please. She got over the little speedbump of righteousness early on in life, so she didn't have to spend the rest of her days wondering if she was actually a good person or not. It's much easier to just assume that you aren't and become comfortable with this assumtion, rather than trying to justify your actions in order to prove that you are. Waste of time, if you ask her.

"It doesn't hurt unless I walk."

And if this whole 'no-nonsense' attitude and self-pleasing lack of interest in the well-being of others had worked out for her, she'd probably be less of a wreck at this point in her life. You see, truth be told, Sunny really is a good person, no matter how much she tries to show only the bad sides of herself. She's thoughtless and she's rude and she's snide and she's proud, but she feels guilt. She always has. She'll insult you to no end if she feels you deserve it, and she'll laugh in your face if you try to argue with her, but then when she goes home at night, she'll think about what she did and wonder why she's always so mean to people, and eventually come to the conclusion that it's because she simply hates being told what to do. She refuses to let her life be controlled by anybody else, the way it was in her childhood, so she makes up for her time not standing up for herself, by trying to completely detach herself from other people in the hopes that this will prevent her from ever having to obey them, with a sneering lack of respect for rules and expectations. This also didn't work out very well for her.

"I don't feel any pain unless I try to talk."

Because despite everything she would like you to believe, she really does like people. And when she likes any particular person, she can actually get along with them relatively well. It's just that she tends to look at the bad parts of people first, and is cruelly judgmental, so the people that she likes are not especially large in number. Still, when she does find one, she lets herself show an emotion that some people who she doesn't like, or who don't know her very well, don't realize she is capable of experiencing- happiness. Despite all of her emotional issues, Sunny is completely carefree and insanely bouncy when she is with somebody that she enjoys being with. But whether it's anger, sadness or joy that she is feeling, one thing is for certain; Sunny Chang is hysterical.

"I don't even cry unless I open my eyes."

When she's angry, she screams and yells and throws things and jumps around and lashes out with her hands and feet. When she's sad (although she tries only to allow this to happen to her in the confines of her own room where nobody can see her pathetic weakness), she cries like you've never seen anybody cry before. When she's cheerful, she jumps around, screaming and bouncing and laughing and loving. The only time that she is calm is when she's being mean. Not when she's truly angry at somebody, but when she's just being mean. Insulting somebody who really didn't do anything to her, but she feels that she needs to insult because it makes her feel better about herself. She is never more stoic than when she's crafting ideas for cruel and clever attacks to the ego of another person.

"And I don't need to kick or scream."

But the most important, and perhaps the worst, facet of Sunny's personality is the fact that she understands herself perfectly. She knows that she is in layers: Layer one being the facade that she puts on to protect herself from emotional attack, layer two being the way she acts with her friends, and layer three being the one that she tries desperately hard to make disappear. She also understands that occasionally, layer three seeps through the weaker points in layers one and two (such as being sincerely complimented, or feeling attracted to somebody), making for quite a spectacle of undesired feelings. She knows how horrible she is to people, and she knows perfectly well that she could easily be a nicer person, but she doesn't do it. Because somehow, in some way that defies all reasonable logic, Sunny is perfectly comfortable with who she is. Very few other people are happy with her, but she has no problem with herself, so long as all of her layers stay exactly where they are supposed to be.

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CHARACTER HISTORY ,
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HOMETOWN: Seoul, South Korea
PARENTS:

• Chang Jae Soo. 43. Father. Pharmacist
• Chang Bong Cha. 45. Mother. Elementary School Principal.

LIVING SITUATION: Valks.
HISTORY:

Sunny's childhood was fairly normal- even, maybe, pleasant. Money was never an issue, there was no abuse or dysfunction, and there was really no particular reason for her to feel the need to rebel. And in her early years, she didn't see any reason for it either. Sometimes you just don't know where they go wrong. But then, sometimes you know exactly where they go wrong. Sunny, for instance, went wrong when she decided that she was too good for "these people".

She decided this in grade four (the grade that she had skipped on into straight from grade two because she wasn't being challenged enough), when somebody was finally in her life that agreed with her. Her korean teacher was moving to the United States to teach korean as an elective course, somewhere where he would have a class that actually wanted to learn what he was teaching, so they hired a replacement for him. This teacher was the kind of teacher that you actually wanted to listen to, and wanted to obey, because he was so nice that you felt like you owed it to him. This teacher decided that she was very talented and, with some work, she could be an exceptionally good writer. She was somewhat surprised, but she followed his instructions and developed her skills and soon, she was completely convinced that she was amazing. And she made no attempt at hiding this. He provided a constant supply of praise to support her ever-growing ego, as she used her eloquency and general intelligence to belittle her "inferior" peers. The idea of creative writing had never particularly appealed to her until she had been told she was better than everybody else at it.

This arrogance was always there, but his intriguing philosophies and promotion of her argumentative desire to better herself seemed to coax it out of her- much like her interaction with other children coaxed out her stubborn aspiration of independence.

It just so happened that, that very year, she was able to put her so-called skills into action, in what some might consider a very small way, but to her, is the only thing her "talent" was particularly good for, and it certainly wasn't anything that had to do with her aptitude for the Korean language. Outside school hours, she had been taking an english class that she didn't particularly like very much, until the teacher announced that they would be getting pen pals in the united states in order to practice and perfect their english. What better way to polish your second langauge, she asked in her little speech that day, than to use it in conversation with somebody who spoke it as a first language? Since her class was small, the other grade four class that their class was writing to was paired up and assigned a Korean pen pal, meaning that Sunny was really communicating with two people in one letter, which she thought was really cool at the time.

She became very close with the two girls she had written to, and kept in contact with them long after the rest of the class fell out of touch with their pen pals. She wasn't sure why, but she found she liked them quite a bit more than she did any of her "friends" in Korea. Maybe it was because here, the people who were her age were immature and idiotic to her, and the people who were in her grade thought she was too young to be around them, even though she was convinced she was at the same maturity level, if not a higher one, than they were themselves. So with these American girls that she was writing to, it was like she got to experience the comfort and ease that she would have if the other grade fours didn't look at her like she was just a baby compared to them. It was refreshing, and she didn't want to let it go.

It wasn't until grade seven that, by using what she professed to be logic, she determined that commands and restrictions were only as good as the strength, or lack thereof, of her will to obey them. So she decided that she just wouldn't listen anymore. What was anybody going to do about it?

As it turned out, they found it strange that she suddenly felt the need to rebel against her superiors even for the simplest and most trivial of things. At home, her parents thought there was something going on at school that was making her angry enough to say and do such things, and act the way she did. At school, her teachers thought there must be something happening at home that was influencing her behaviour. There wasn't. Sunny was just taking what she believed she deserved, because nobody had thought it would be a good idea to give it to her.

She could have easily gone on with this sneering disregard for any sort of hierarchy for her whole life- but somewhere, deep down, there was a good person with a conscience hiding inside the cruel, hard shell of superiority that Sunny wore. She didn't so much feel badly for the people that she was unkind to, but she didn't like the way that she, herself, was acting. It really had nothing to do with how she was making other people feel. It was just the way that she was behaving that bothered her. She was the victim here. Obviously.

The most evidently rash decision she made in this period of rebellion was undoubtedly when, at the ripe young age of twelve, she up and decided she wanted to be famous someday. She was in the middle of her final year before high school, and she had it in her head that she wasn't going to sit around not knowing what she wanted to do with her life anymore. She had given up her ten-second-long dream to become a writer years before, and as far as she was concerned, the only thing left for her that actually seemed interesting was being a movie star. Or a TV star. She wasn't picky. All she knew was that she was going to be an actress, and she was going to be damn good at it, thank you very much.

So she somehow got herself an audition with one of South Korea's major entertainment companies, and much to her surprise, once she'd performed her monologue and made her pitch, they asked her to sing. She had never been much of a singer, but she gave it her best shot. She had come all the way over here, and she was not going to give up whatever chance she had because she was too chicken to show off her pipes, no matter how out of tune they were. Before too long, she was a trainee with that company, but it didn't last very long like that. After only a year, a very short training period as far as aspiring actors are concerned, she was promoted to artist and received her first role as a bratty twelve-year-old in a comedy movie. Critics called her "endearing and hilarious", and her career ultimately sky-rocketed from that point on, with her next major role being the lead in what would continue for the next four years to be a very popular Korean drama.

When she was offered this role, she had seriously considered dropping out of high school, even as only a fourteen year old in her sophomore year, but finally decided against it, thinking that only idiots and losers couldn't get through something as simple as high school at the same time as filming a show. The following year, she became very glad of this decision, because it so happened that her high school was organizing a US exchange with what she confirmed to be the school of her two pen pals from way back in grade four. A few frantic and excited e-mails later, the three of them were signed up for the exchange and strings were pulled on Sunny's end (teachers do nice things for you when you're famous, as it turns out) to ensure that both girls would be staying with her when they visited Korea, and that she would be staying with one of them for the first week, and the other for the second week, of her visit to Seattle. Finally meeting in person, Sunny became closer with her two long-time best friends than ever before.

Sadly, though, she eventually had to return to Korea, to her own life without them, to her dream career and to her final year of high school, which she aced (thank you very much), followed by one final year of her show before the series was concluded. At seventeen, most people hope to be beginning their professional careers, with jobs as waiters and burger flippers and grocery store attendants, but Sunny, along with her fans, feared that hers was coming to an end. This was when her company suggested two things to her. Commercial modeling, and crossing over onto the music side of show business. Modeling was something she agreed to in a heartbeat. She wasn't a supermodel, by any stretch of the imagination, but she had everything you needed to be a very desirable print model; looks and fame. She got a few major gigs in jeans ads and signed a one-year contract with Samsung, had a few appearances in television shows and a supporting role in a romance, and she figured she would just coast on that until the next big thing turned up for her. She was still young. There were bound to be more opportunities for her in the future.

As for the second offer, she thought it necessary to remind everyone that she was not the best of singers, and that there was a reason why they hadn't signed her as one right off the get-go, but they insisted that with autotuning and other digital sound-retouching technology, she could do well as a singer, even with her mediocre voice. She would have asked why they would bother, but she knew the answer. Even in her short-lived career and her limited number of jobs, she had gathered quite a following, and they knew they could make money off of her as long as she was doing something, be that acting or modeling or singing. For acting, she needed a broadcasting company to hire her, for modeling, she needed somebody to want her to endorse them. The agency that represented her was also a production company, so music was a way to cut out the middle man, eliminate the variable, and make sure that she was always doing something. It was a very smart move from a marketing perspective.

A smarter move than she'd realized, apparently, because the moment she released her first single, she was suddenly back at the level of celebrity that she had once been at, even on the acting side, if not even more famous. People asked her to audition for them again, producers and directors wanted to be able to put 'starring Sunny Chang' on the promo posters for their movies and TV shows again. The year that she was eighteen was the busiest time of her life. She filmed a total of three movies, recorded one full CD and did a handful of collaborations with other musical artists, and had to turn down a number of offers to be featured in advertisements because she simply did not have the time to be an actress, singer and model all in one. She renewed her contract with Samsung for those two years, and took the odd modeling job here and there, but for the most part, she'd decided that something had to give, and modeling was the one to be dropped, because the way she and the company saw it, they'd always be able to find somebody else to wear jeans, but the fans wanted to see her in movies and hear her digitally remastered voice, and they wouldn't settle for anyone else.

On her nineteenth birthday, after receiving something approximately equivalent to an academy award (for the second year in a row, she'd have you know), her publicist announced to the country that she would be moving to Los Angeles for her American debut. She had already recorded a single that she was told was going to be a hit, and an American film company had signed her on for a movie- after, of course, making sure her english was good enough. They couldn't have someone you could barely understand starring in what they were convinced was bound to be the must-see movie of the year. So, Sunny flew out of Korea, landing at LAX about a week and a half after the decision was made, and shacked up in Valkyrie barely a month ago.

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COLLECTED MY BELONGINGS ,[/color]
ABOUT YOU AND FOR THE ADMINS ,
and i left the jail, well thanks for the time[/color]

YOUR NAME: jac attack!
GENDER: female
AGE: young.
RP EXPERIENCE: three years-ish? not sure exactly.
OTHER CHARACTERS: none.
ROLEPLAY EXAMPLE:

There was something so genuine in his voice that made him hard to be angry at, even for Nikki, even if he had been a jerk to her three days ago when she'd inadvertently dumped coffee on his shirt, and even if he had stolen her manuscript. The way that he was truly apologetic for not having returned it to her immediately, and the way he seemed so uncomfortable to be in her apartment, demonstrated a whole other side to him that he hadn't been in the proper mindset to display the other day. He seemed so much warmer, softer, less dismissive and self-satisfied. It was like he was an entirely different person. And she definitely liked this one better.

She stopped dead on her way over to her bedside table, where her wallet sat, waiting to be emptied into the hands of the man who had come to collect his reimbursement. He had read her manuscript? Was that why he hadn't returned it right away? On the one hand, that was a little bit creepy, and didn't it violate some kind of law or another? Well, no, it probably wouldn't, since she was hoping to have it published anyway. It wouldn't make sense for her to be angry with somebody for reading it. But on the other hand, it was also kind of flattering. He had read her manuscript, and his voice, when he informed her of such, did not shriek with the same condescension that it had three days ago. She didn't know him well enough to draw any solid conclusions from this, but that wasn't going to stop her from making some flimsy ones. The other day, after she ran into him, he spoke down to her. As if she wasn't even worth his time. But now, he was at her apartment, unsure of how to arrange himself in her home, telling her that he had read something that she had written, in a tone that suggested he viewed her as another human being, like himself, and not just some insignificant little girl not worth talking to. Either he was in a substantially better mood than he had been in three days ago, or something had happened in the last three days that had changed his opinion of her for the better. Nikki was inclined to hope that it was the latter.

It wasn't as if she needed his acceptance. She just wanted him to have been wrong about her. Somehow, having somebody wrongly assume something about you, and then being able to witness it when they inwardly admit that they were wrong to assume it, seemed to make everybody feel better about themselves, even when it was somebody that they didn't care about. Could you really blame her for wanting a taste of that?

She grinned dimly as she picked up her wallet and turned around to join him in the living room, finding him standing up in the middle of the room, twiddling his thumbs, as opposed to sitting down and making himself comfortable, as she'd suggested. Was he actually not comfortable sitting down in somebody else's home, or was her furniture not good enough for him or something? "You did." Somehow, on both occasions that she had met this man, he had managed to put her at a loss for words. What was she meant to say to him? Should she ask if he had liked her work, and if so, should she ask it directly or flippantly and backhandedly? She opted out of asking him anything, for fear of provoking the unleash of the less amiable side of him she had witnessed not too long ago. On the street, she didn't care how angry with her he became, but while he was inside her home, she would try her best to keep him from turning into Mr. Hyde. Besides, she found this calm, less angry side of him, somewhat intriguing. When he was acting like this, he almost seemed like the sort of person she'd like to get to know.

She took the receipt from the dry cleaner out of his hand and set it down on the kitchen table, opening her wallet and starting to take out the appropriate amount of money to compensate him. "The stain came out, I'm hoping?" As she counted out change on the table, to make sure she gave him the exact amount of reimbursement to which he was entitled, she noticed him hunched over, eyeing her broken computer. She finished counting out the money and left it on the table, on top of the receipt, as she walked over to stand next to him. Not too close, though. She was watching her step and proceeding with caution in the hopes of avoiding being the cause of another sudden volume increase on his side of the conversation. "I see you're becoming acquainted with the reason that manuscript you just brought over saved my life." When he stood up straight again and her eyes met his, she stepped back just a little, as if she was stepping out of the intensity of his gaze. It was almost as if those gorgeous brown eyes of his were emitting spotlights, and taking that one step away from him pulled her out of the unforgiving exposure. But even as she moved away, his eyes stayed locked with hers, and she felt like he was trying to get inside her head and understand thoughts that had yet to float to the surface. And eventually, after a long moment of trying to beat him at this uncanny staring contest, she could feel the glare from the spotlights blinding her, and she averted her gaze to the floor, her bulletproof eyelids protecting her from his unwelcome scrutiny.

credit: format by lainey, lyrics by modest mouse

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[William Hartman]

she sounds great! and we will be plotting her and my Will (my movie star, lol)

Accepted!