⋞⇢ writing speed: varies based on the muse I have for a thread.

⋞⇢ writing style: 3rd preferred, but detailed 1st/script will suffice.

⋞⇢ plotting > winging: approach me if you're willing to avidly contribute ideas. otherwise, send a starter without asking.

⋞⇢ poking: feel free to poke if you feel like an adequate amount of time has passed. but please keep in mind: I've got a life outside of RPR (shocking, I know) and a full time job. I lose muse for role-play spots, but seldom my character. hence, I may request that we hop to a new role-play. muse is a fickle thing for me.

⋞⇢ replies: I'll naturally gravitate to threads that hold my present muse, and mirror length.

⋞⇢ muse: I hyper-fixate on threads that pique my interest, though due to this being a rare occurrence, it's not something to worry about. feel free to let me know if you'd like to alter plots or drop the thread completely due to muse. I won't mind at all.

@jangwonton

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@jangwonita

But take away the mics and flash photographers and you’d get… Wonyoung, whom devoured multiple pieces of chocolate truffles and often fell asleep in the middle of the hallway- decked out in non-designer hoodies and sweats that were a size too big. 

Vulnerable and sweet, like sugar glass dipped in honey. The youngest Jang was quite... Underwhelming. She liked to hide away in small nooks and curl up with Kronos. The rest of the day would be spent sprawled out together on the fur carpet, napping in between the various romcoms that flickered on the screen. Rainfall, fuzzy sweaters, and a place to call home. That’s all she wanted in life.  And perchance… Someone who could see passed the extravagant parties, impeccable rouge, and diamond-studded stilettos. 

⋞⇢ genre: drama, comedy, possible angst

⋞⇢ status: 1/1

⋞⇢ owner: Aaron Johnson

⋞⇢ genre: fluff, drama, comedy, co-dependency.

⋞⇢ status: 1/1

⋞⇢ owner: Lee Heeseung

⋞⇢ genre: angst, melancholic, bittersweet.

⋞⇢ status: 0/1

Models, actors, and socialites alike frothed at the mouth for a chance to participate in the high profile event. They hoped, cursed, and most of all, prayed to God for a ticket in.

"Ay, there's the rub." - Hamlet

The Jangs were a group of angels, cultivated to create worship from a pure, swarm of desperation. Some angels spearheaded Mega Churches, the Jangs led runways.

In a fit of rebellion, God's beloved little thorn threw in her towel and escaped to Lunar city in hopes of catching a break from his benevolent love.

... And she may or may not have threatened to dent his golden gates with a rusty hammer.

Did he almost clip her wings? Almost.

status: single.

⋞⇢ species: Angel

⋞⇢ birth: August 21, 2004.

⋞⇢ nicknames: Little Thorn (God's), Wonton, Wonita.

⋞⇢ occupation: Fashion socialite (nepotism baby). Primarily events, not social media.

⋞⇢ residence: Lunar City, Japan.

⋞⇢ mother: Sativa Jang, fashion mogul.

⋞⇢ sibling(s): None.

• Two silver lines trail down her upper back, when wings are not present.

• Eyes glimmer silver with a variety of emotions.

• Keeping her wings hidden for too long leads to pain.

  • Midnight swims at the beach is where she'll unfurl them, when in a bind.

⋞⇢ genre: fluff, angst, co-dependency.

⋞⇢ status: 1/1

⋞⇢ owner: Jung Jaehyun

⋞⇢ location: Beach

⋞⇢ location: Pending

⋞⇢ location: Pending

⋞⇢ location: Chats