Description
runway lily.
a character by beidou.
activity
muse.
inspiration
profile
about
full name
Jang Nari.
alias(es)
Runway Lily — Nation's Little Sister.
date of birth
December 4, 2000.
zodiac sign
Sagittarius.
occupation
Fashion student / Fashion model.
orientation
Biromantic biual.
love interest
None at the moment.
current status
Single.
sns handles
@lilyjang (ig, twt official) ; @jajjang_nari (priv).
appearance
faceclaim
Weki Meki Doyeon.
height
173cm.
weight
50kg.
hair color
Hair color is usually up to her stylists.
Brown (natural).
Brown (natural).
eye color
Brown.
piercings
Industrial, triple lobe, outer conch.
tattoos
None.
scars
None.
chapter one
E
ndless camera flashes, mirrors, the feeling of makeup upon her skin, the touches of hands all over her body as they decorate her in fancy clothes meant to be a fantasy ― these are what lingers in Jang Nari’s earliest memories.
Born to Jang Kihyun, a film director whose list of movies behind his names is one that countless of film fans can state by memory, and Kim Nayeon, a legendary actress whose name is known by the world, it is terribly unsurprising that Nari would have grown up with the spotlight already shining upon her being without her say so. Her life was mostly broadcasted to the general public, already somewhat of a celebrity even as a child.
What that meant to Nari as a child was that she no longer had the freedom to showcase who she truly was to the world. See, the world of showbiz was not so forgiving ― the world would collectively prey on what they did not like, and worship what they found fascinating. To shine under the spotlight meant that she had to bend to society’s rules.
“Keep your chin up, sweetheart.”
“Put on a smile. Never let it fall.”
“No matter what happens, dear, keep in mind that your entire future depends on your face and the image you sell to the public.”
Such things were most likely things that shouldn’t be taught to people her age ― the tender age of seven, still too easy to impress, still too easy to control. It was as if her childhood was already ripped away from her hands from such a young age, wrists and ankles then tied to her parents’ fingers, as though she was nothing but a puppet meant to entertain the world that was far bigger than her petite self.
At first, she struggled. She couldn’t understand the subtle politics that occurred behind the scenes, in places where the cameras didn’t flash and reach. She couldn’t understand the reason why people kept pulling at her cheeks, forcing her to smile; why they would press against her spine and force her to keep her stance proud and high. She couldn’t understand why the adults’ smiles were terrifying, when the world depicted them as angelic, especially plastered on the pages of magazines.
At the age of thirteen then, when she entered the world of modelling and the fashion industry, she learned just how important it was to wear one’s mask well.
Instead of following her mother’s footsteps into acting (which Nari had the opportunity to do so, in her younger years ― and frankly, she could barely remember it), the fashion industry was what she chose. Perhaps it was a small act of retaliation from her side, her subconscious choosing for herself for the first time ― and the last too, for after that, her body was for the world to scrutinize, to “fix,” to beautify.
She was only thirteen, and yet she was already forced to push away her youth, the innocence of her childhood in order to thread the world of the adults.
From then on, eyes would always follow her, cameras coming after. From then on, her body was to be for the public’s entertainment. From then on, her true self ― it would be hidden from the public eye, for the public would never accept someone human.
What the people wanted as an idol. Even if Nari wasn’t meant to be an idol, a model’s face was still for the public to see, watch, love and hate. So they gave her a mask she had to wear ― a mask that was always smiling, that was always so sweet. It was far too unlike the stubborn personality that she had grown up with at fifteen, but what was she supposed to do, when she was nothing but a mere child walking the world of adults?
So she wore it like it was her second skin. She pushed her own identity down, and became the Nari that the rest of the world wanted her to be.
Growing up, some had called her lucky. She was blessed with a pretty face and godly proportions to boot. She was smart even without the help of textbooks, still doing quite a good job for her classes despite her lacking attendance. She was sweet and nice and everyone just loved her, adored her even. Jang Nari’s face was one that everyone could see almost everywhere ― fashion magazines, fashion boulevards, and the occasional runways.
At seventeen, she felt exhausted.
She felt too exhausted for a woman at seventeen, and it was this exhaustion that caused her mask to slip off every now and then, much to her own annoyance and frustration. But she continued to thread life as the adult that she wasn’t, left with no choice but to grow up on her own.
What the world didn’t know was that the life behind the cameras was not one for the picture.
Kihyun and Nayeon had already grown distant by the time Nari had turned fifteen, and the mansion that they had lived in felt far too cold, far too empty, far too… lonely ― it was suffocating. It was why she had asked to move to the penthouse known to host the wealthy the moment she turned eighteen. She had simply wanted to get away from that empty, empty place, warm only for the presence of their staff.
What the world didn’t know was that not everyone really liked her.
At sixteen, Nari had overheard her supposed group of friends in the female’s comfort room. Hiding inside one of the stalls as she had unfortunately taken a little too long doing her own business, she heard her “friends”’ intention for the first time. Fame, popularity, connections ― Nari had always had an inkling that this might have been the case, but her stupid childish heart yearned for something real.
But she should have known: the world that she was born into was nothing but superficial beauty and perfection.
And so, she stepped out of her stall, rendering the girls silent. There was an eerily calm vibe to her demeanor, and though the smile on her lips was sweet ― much like the smiles the world would see on her lips every single day of her life ― her eyes were nothing but that. This was the mask that she had to wear, or there would be people like these girls who would eventually try and take advantage of her. But she was too prideful for that ― she deserved more.
She wore her mask like it was her second skin; wore it as though it was a weapon that she could use to manipulate the world around her. And it worked ― of course, it did. People were just so easily swayed by a pretty face and an even sweeter personality, Nari could almost laugh.
But she was exhausted; truly, she was. One could only wonder how much longer she could wear a mask that was already beginning to slip off her face.
Born to Jang Kihyun, a film director whose list of movies behind his names is one that countless of film fans can state by memory, and Kim Nayeon, a legendary actress whose name is known by the world, it is terribly unsurprising that Nari would have grown up with the spotlight already shining upon her being without her say so. Her life was mostly broadcasted to the general public, already somewhat of a celebrity even as a child.
What that meant to Nari as a child was that she no longer had the freedom to showcase who she truly was to the world. See, the world of showbiz was not so forgiving ― the world would collectively prey on what they did not like, and worship what they found fascinating. To shine under the spotlight meant that she had to bend to society’s rules.
“Keep your chin up, sweetheart.”
“Put on a smile. Never let it fall.”
“No matter what happens, dear, keep in mind that your entire future depends on your face and the image you sell to the public.”
Such things were most likely things that shouldn’t be taught to people her age ― the tender age of seven, still too easy to impress, still too easy to control. It was as if her childhood was already ripped away from her hands from such a young age, wrists and ankles then tied to her parents’ fingers, as though she was nothing but a puppet meant to entertain the world that was far bigger than her petite self.
At first, she struggled. She couldn’t understand the subtle politics that occurred behind the scenes, in places where the cameras didn’t flash and reach. She couldn’t understand the reason why people kept pulling at her cheeks, forcing her to smile; why they would press against her spine and force her to keep her stance proud and high. She couldn’t understand why the adults’ smiles were terrifying, when the world depicted them as angelic, especially plastered on the pages of magazines.
At the age of thirteen then, when she entered the world of modelling and the fashion industry, she learned just how important it was to wear one’s mask well.
Instead of following her mother’s footsteps into acting (which Nari had the opportunity to do so, in her younger years ― and frankly, she could barely remember it), the fashion industry was what she chose. Perhaps it was a small act of retaliation from her side, her subconscious choosing for herself for the first time ― and the last too, for after that, her body was for the world to scrutinize, to “fix,” to beautify.
She was only thirteen, and yet she was already forced to push away her youth, the innocence of her childhood in order to thread the world of the adults.
From then on, eyes would always follow her, cameras coming after. From then on, her body was to be for the public’s entertainment. From then on, her true self ― it would be hidden from the public eye, for the public would never accept someone human.
What the people wanted as an idol. Even if Nari wasn’t meant to be an idol, a model’s face was still for the public to see, watch, love and hate. So they gave her a mask she had to wear ― a mask that was always smiling, that was always so sweet. It was far too unlike the stubborn personality that she had grown up with at fifteen, but what was she supposed to do, when she was nothing but a mere child walking the world of adults?
So she wore it like it was her second skin. She pushed her own identity down, and became the Nari that the rest of the world wanted her to be.
Growing up, some had called her lucky. She was blessed with a pretty face and godly proportions to boot. She was smart even without the help of textbooks, still doing quite a good job for her classes despite her lacking attendance. She was sweet and nice and everyone just loved her, adored her even. Jang Nari’s face was one that everyone could see almost everywhere ― fashion magazines, fashion boulevards, and the occasional runways.
At seventeen, she felt exhausted.
She felt too exhausted for a woman at seventeen, and it was this exhaustion that caused her mask to slip off every now and then, much to her own annoyance and frustration. But she continued to thread life as the adult that she wasn’t, left with no choice but to grow up on her own.
What the world didn’t know was that the life behind the cameras was not one for the picture.
Kihyun and Nayeon had already grown distant by the time Nari had turned fifteen, and the mansion that they had lived in felt far too cold, far too empty, far too… lonely ― it was suffocating. It was why she had asked to move to the penthouse known to host the wealthy the moment she turned eighteen. She had simply wanted to get away from that empty, empty place, warm only for the presence of their staff.
What the world didn’t know was that not everyone really liked her.
At sixteen, Nari had overheard her supposed group of friends in the female’s comfort room. Hiding inside one of the stalls as she had unfortunately taken a little too long doing her own business, she heard her “friends”’ intention for the first time. Fame, popularity, connections ― Nari had always had an inkling that this might have been the case, but her stupid childish heart yearned for something real.
But she should have known: the world that she was born into was nothing but superficial beauty and perfection.
And so, she stepped out of her stall, rendering the girls silent. There was an eerily calm vibe to her demeanor, and though the smile on her lips was sweet ― much like the smiles the world would see on her lips every single day of her life ― her eyes were nothing but that. This was the mask that she had to wear, or there would be people like these girls who would eventually try and take advantage of her. But she was too prideful for that ― she deserved more.
She wore her mask like it was her second skin; wore it as though it was a weapon that she could use to manipulate the world around her. And it worked ― of course, it did. People were just so easily swayed by a pretty face and an even sweeter personality, Nari could almost laugh.
But she was exhausted; truly, she was. One could only wonder how much longer she could wear a mask that was already beginning to slip off her face.
now playing
Runway Fantasista
Tokotoko Mr.
chapter two
summary
Nari presents herself in a way that is lovely to most of the people who meet her — sweet, cute and amicable. That facade is a scam, however, as in reality, she is more arrogant and narcissistic. She takes immense pride over herself, and does not take lightly to being underestimated or insulted. She plays a mean game with people she dislikes, and will go to far lengths in order to keep her lies in tact.
She is considered mature for her age, as spoken by the adults she's worked with and those rare peers that have gotten a glimpse of her true self. She is rather good at manipulating the people around her, and knows exactly how to get information she wants — and needless to say, she also knows exactly when and how to use this information. With that said, she knows when a person is lying to her, being intimately familiar with lies herself.
But deep down, Nari is only a girl who wants to feel free. She struggles with being honest, cursed with the mindset that being herself means that people would no longer like her. She is just someone who wants to experience her youth without having to pretend being an adult.
She is considered mature for her age, as spoken by the adults she's worked with and those rare peers that have gotten a glimpse of her true self. She is rather good at manipulating the people around her, and knows exactly how to get information she wants — and needless to say, she also knows exactly when and how to use this information. With that said, she knows when a person is lying to her, being intimately familiar with lies herself.
But deep down, Nari is only a girl who wants to feel free. She struggles with being honest, cursed with the mindset that being herself means that people would no longer like her. She is just someone who wants to experience her youth without having to pretend being an adult.
likes
Fashion — Films, movies, TV series — Clothes — Designing — Praises & compliments — Being alone — Sweets, lots of it — Snacks (a rather unhealthy addiction) — High places — Stuff toys.
dislikes
Nosy & stubborn people — Dishonesty (hypocritical of her, but it is what it is) — Her privacy being invaded — Being undermined or underestimated.
hobbies
Working out — Styling clothes — Shopping — Watching drama & movies — Photography — Creating her own mini-fashion films.
fears
Being left behind — No one being able to understand who she truly is — Being hated for her true personality.
quirks
Has a massive sweet tooth — Ambidextrous — Can actually use different voice tones, most of which sound significantly different to her natural voice — Can cook quite well — Bites & plays with her lower lip whenever she's deep in her thoughts — She has a collection of stuff toys.
bad habits
Almost somewhat a pathological liar, though she rarely ever speaks the truth outright unless her mask is completely down — Stress eating (and she does this a lot).
secrets
Her dual personality — The fact that she was conceived out of an affair between Nayeon and Go Minhyuk; she doesn't know if she'd like to expose that fact just yet.
chapter three
important
Try to have something in mind and read my profile before actually talking to me about roleplaying. I am open to brainstorming, but please do not come to me completely empty-handed. Reading my profile is important..
writing
3rd pov only. My length ranges from a single paragraph to a whole novella, depending on how high my muse is for the thread. I do get carried away often times, but it doesn't have to be mirrored.
plotting
I prefer plotting over winging, even if it's just a small backbone of what we're supposed to be doing. This is why you should read my profile first and come to me with an idea in mind. I often do the same.
Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.
Starters are based on who seems to make the most sense to start. If it makes more sense for my character to start, then I will write the starter, and vice versa.
activity
I rarely ever poke people, and do not like being poked. 10 days. Please only poke me after 10 days. I usually know who I'm writing with, and if I haven't replied to you yet, that means either of the two things: a. I don't have enough muse for it yet, and; b. I'm busy. Often times, it's a mixture of both. Please don't use my replying to other threads faster than yours against me. It's a simple matter of which of the threads I have more muse with.
reply speed
I'm usually fast with my replies, sometimes regardless of the length. But again, it depends on the muse. We can always drop/pick up our thread(s), but make sure you communicate with me. Also know that I might be active in the chat infrequently or a lot. I'm not a very consistent person when it comes to this.
locations
I definitely prefer the rooms to keep the rp active! If it's not possible to get a room for it, then walls we go! My PMs are only for OOC business. Please don't post on my walls unless I allow you to.
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