JACKSON WANG - WHIS

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BACKGROUND & INFO

JACKSON WANG
23 YRS OLD | STRAIGHT | SINGLE | ex-boxer, athletic trainer
                                                                            the higher the rise, the harder the fall. jackson wang was first brought to seoul as a boxing prodigy. the few years of training were lethal, but the payoff was exponential. he was a media favorite - young, hot-blooded, charming, cocky. the boy from nowhere who became a superstar was everyone's favorite story. the tallies stacked up in the win column and never in the losses. endoresements came flooding, and with fame, every aspect of his life was upgraded. a single fight earned him incredible amounts of money, and the boy from humble beginnings was hardly to be found. he lived young, wild, and free. luxury cars, penthouse apartment, celebrity friends, and a constantly refilled queue of women.                                                                                                                         Unfortunately, what goes up must come down. jackson wang was easily one of seoul's most scrutinized athletes of the decade, and it tore him down. the rib-breaking pressure to win, and the tall-tale level of extravagency eventually led to his first ever loss. it was in dramatic fashion too. the headlines screamed of the "david and goliath" story, only that he wasn't david anymore. to this day he still has nightmares about the fight that cost him life as he knew it. there was no euphemism to describe the match - he was beaten to a pulp by a rookie. the next morning he woke up in the hospital lucky to be alive. but his pride and passion were long dead.                                                                                             he was never the same again. the media had no problem moving on either. there were plenty of other young superstars waiting to be discovered in seoul. HIS BREATH. HIS TRAINERS EVENTUALLY GAVE UP ON HIM AS WELL, CLAIMING THAT HE'D LOST HIS MAGIC. all he had left for comfort was his wealth, and soon alcohol became his blood and fumes, SUDDENLY EVERYONE HAD THE BRAVERY TO FIGHT HIM. the same journalists that lifted him to godlike status called him reckless, volatile, violent, and simply insane. and it turned out people loved to hear about the fall of a god as much as the cinderella story. his flaws inside and out of the ring were exposed, and HIS DEMONS CONSUMED HIM.                                                                                                                    having recently completed his highly private and unpublicized period of rehab, jackson announced his indefinite hiatus from the sport. he currently works as an athletic trainer for HIGH PROFILE individuals from all fields - celebrities, athletes, models, heirs, and more. his only real goal in life is to not end up in a place lower than he's at right now.

OOC INFO

« 3POV - highly prefers multi-PARA TO NOVELLA
« CAN DO ESSENTIALLY ANY TYPE OF PLOT AS LONG AS IT'S INTERESTING - , DRAMA, ANGST, ETC.. however, i won't do or romance without a well thought out reason or backstory.
« EST TIMEZONE
« DISCLAIMER: MAY BE SLOW REPLIES DUE TO BUSY IRL, admin duties, OR LACK OF MUSE. PLEASE DO NOT RUSH. i'll be honest with you if i ever lose motivation for a plot and won't be offended if you ever do the same.
« WHEN WE PLOT, I DON'T WANT TO BE THE ONLY ONE TRYING - I CAN'T MAKE DECISIONS FOR YOU. IT'S NOT FAIR FOR THE BOTH OF US                                           « FEEL FREE TO HMU ME OOC. I'M ACTUALLY VERY CHILL. JUST NO DRAMA.

PLOTS - UNDER CON.

[[ THESE PLOTS ARE JUST IDEAS THAT MAY BE MODIFIED TO FIT OUR CHARACTERS BEST. I ALSO CLAIM THE RIGHT TO DENY CERTAIN PLOTS DUE TO CERTAIN REQUIREMENTS IN WRITING LENGTH OR UNFIT CHARACTER BACKGROUNDS.  ]]                                                                                                             >> "from time" | 0/1 | f | very detailed writer   "I love me, i love me enough for the both of us"                                                                                 We first met when i arrived in seoul, and quickly you became my muse. you were there with me every step of my rise to stardom. it hurt you to see me come home, lips busted, knuckles bruised, and ribs shattered. but nothing could have prepared you for the pain i'd put you through next. you helped pick me off the ground, heal my wounds, and kept me moving forward. but my new lifestyle and constant spotlight rapidly became too much for either one of us. i promised i was trying to keep us together -- but did i really? the fights became worse, and i became more volatile. our relationship was never a fair fight, and certainly not in your favor. i lost you just like i lost everything else that kept me sane. but now that i've been brought back down to earth, our paths cross again.

>> "angEL" | 0/1 | DETAILED WRITEr                  "and even though we live inside, a dangerously empty life, you always seem to bring the light"

I honestly don't know how i got so lucky in meeting you. really, i'm just a big unsolvable knot of ruin, pride, and broken dreams. i hate sympathy and empathy from others, but somehow you make it work. i guess i've known you for too long to push you away. we're the type of relationship that everyone mistakes as a couple on the streets. you'd never bring me home to mom though, and i'd never claim to be anything more than a big brother figure -- however it irritates you whenever i do. once upon a time, it used to be me taking care of you. listening to your complaints about school, struggles at home, trouble with boys. what i never realized is that you were seeking affection from me in a different sense. however, time has passed since then, and the awkwardness has faded out. now the tides have turned, and the roles have switched. i reject your help even if it's quite obvious i need it -- you're just too good for me, and i'd rather avoid staining your perfection.