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✹ ˚₊ 𝖮𝟭. ﹚ ꗃ BACKGROUND ⸃

[ ## trigger warnings: mention of depression and anoressia. ]

Raised into a wealthy and “privileged” family, Kang Saetbyeol — mostly known by the English given name, Kendra Kang — has always been interested in music, since young age, her big influence she claimed to be her own father, Kang Yicheol, who was since the early 2000 years an active artist in the industry, before retiring to focus on managing his empire, DASK. Though she loved music, she wanted to try something different, for this reason she decided to audition as a model — with her mother’s surname Joo— in many companies, the only company who accepted her was YG Entertainment, which Kendra signed a contract in 2008 at the age. She started as a joke, but she eventually got really immersed up into modeling. Her journey to become “super model” was hard, she loved getting the attention she couldn’t deny, but she also felt like she was pressed by her company, constantly wanting her to be on perfect shape, always practicing her walk. Kendra’s schedules where already ethic at such a young age that she don’t have the time to spend time by herself or her family.

Kendra told her father about the situation, who was firmly supported her, he told her that the best way was to leave the agency, as a CEO himself, but also as her dad, she couldn’t see her daughter so tired of… life. Because Kendra was diagnosed with depression, she was also not in a good relationship with food which brought her into anoressia, this slowly ruined her mental state. Saetbyeol Kang was sick, the best choice was to leave the agency, take some time off and maybe starting off something new. In late 2013, she asked for her contract’s cancelation but it got rejected, instead she was obligated to make her acting debut, since according to the company she was gaining attention due her facial features.

In 2014 decided to give the company the ultimatum, she wanted her 7-year contract to end, she was sick of waiting, she was determined into getting a lawsuit, but with surprise her contract was announced to be ended by her boss, she would later found out that her father and Yang Hyunsuk had a talk which he apparently talked about her daughter under the company. Kendra was angry with her dad, but she will later understand that he did it for her own good. That was she wanted the most.

Kendra was finally free, she had the time to rest, to heal her mind and especially body, but she also thought at what doing next, she wasn’t going to stop her career, she wanted to continue, but that needed time. Only in 2015 it was announced that her and her brother Kang Seungyoon founded a company: SEVEN SINS LABS, which Kendra would later debut under as the first artist.

✹ ˚₊ 𝖮𝟮. ﹚ ꗃ BASICS ⸃

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ BIRTH NAME. Kang Saetbyeol

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ BIRTH DATE. October 23th, 1996

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ BIRTH PLACE. Manchester, England

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ RESIDENCE. Soul, South Korea

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ ETHNICITY. South Korean

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ NATIONALITY. South Korean 1/2, British 1/2

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ HEIGHT. 1.79 cm ❪ 5’10 ❫

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ MBTI. INTP ❪ the logician ❫

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ ZODIAC. Scorpio

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ PIERCINGS. eleven

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ TATTOS. none

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ FACE CLAIM. Park Soojoo ❪ model ❫

✹ ˚₊ 𝖮𝟯. ﹚ ꗃ CAREER ⸃

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ STAGE NAME. Kendra K. or Kendra Kang

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ YEAR ACTIVE. 2009 — present

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ COMPANY. KK Studio ❪ currently ❫ ; DEADLY SINS LABS ❪ currently ❫ ; YG Entertainment ❪ former ❫

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ OCCUPATION. model, actress, singer, producer, composer

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ DEBUT DATE. June 5th, 2015

。𓍢𓍢 ★̶̲ ꜜ ˒ DISCOGRAPHY.

ꗃꠂꠥ. THIS IS HOW WE DO ; single ❪ 2015 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. KIDULT FEELS ; single ❪ 2015 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. BE THE ONE ; single ❪ 2015 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. RISING STAR ; extended play ❪ 2015 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. KK VEGEANCE ; single ❪ 2016 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. CONSEQUENCES ; single ❪ 2017 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. +WDYT+ (write down your threat) ; single ❪ 2017 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. DON’T START NOW ; single ❪ 2020 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. RHYTHM CLUB ; album ❪ 2020 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. WHAT TYPE OF X ; single ❪ 2022 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. PHYSICAL ; single ❪ 2023 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. SPICE (FEAT. W.U of ASHOY) ; single ❪ 2023 ❫

ꗃꠂꠥ. PANIC ON STORE ; album ❪ 2023 ❫

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mountphoenixrp · 3 years

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We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

Rán, the Goddess of the Sea, whose origins stem from Ancient Scandinavia. She is now a City Council Member and the owner of Böljande.

FC NAME/GROUP: Park Soo Joo / Model GOD NAME: Rán PANTHEON: Norse OCCUPATION: City Council Member, Owner of Böljande HEIGHT: 1.78 m DEFINING FEATURES:

Her eyes are of a cloudy gray.

She has a tattoo on her left forearm with 9 minimalistic waves

PERSONALITY: A careful face, but a tough attitude. As the keeper of drowned souls, Rán can be perceived as cold and unpredictable, and she carries the weight of this image well, not caring to hide her true nature to anyone. Nonetheless she is rather good company to keep because she can show warmth and empathy when these qualities are necessary. She is very animate with her facial expressions and hand gestures. A renowned great host, she loves to fill her home with guests for late night dinners or raves (at which she DJ’s). Quite ambitious and greedy, she was taught early in life of the importance of education and wealth, and as this idea grew on her, so did her voracity for money and power and all the luxuries that come with it. Her captivating presence suggests her as promiscuous and manipulative, a woman who could threaten both men and women, but with Rán seeing is not believing. Like the legends of her people, her life is an entanglement of secrets and half-truths, yet she shows no remorse when telling some of her embellished past-life stories. Rán sees herself as someone who is deeply caring and always listening when you think she isn’t, someone to have as an emergency contact when you need to bury your secrets deep in the mountains. Her words are in-adhesive to those who seek answers, her songs are beguiling to those that eavesdrop, yet they recapture the true tale of her troubled life.

HISTORY: [tw: briefly mentions domestic abuse, death, and sort-of cannibalism]

The cold moonlight shines on top of the black and blue sea

a young goddess, descendant of the red and blue, with eyes bright like moonstones and hair as silver and shiny as a coat of lynx. born of the North Sea and bound to it by blood, compelled to it by love. she is forever untamed like the creatures of the deep, always longing for an extra inch like the waves that wash up on the shore. it is a new day, for yesterday has been done away with and the sea-creatures of tomorrow are yearning for another chance. to prove themselves, to live like their mothers did — before their self-destruction.

The hand that couldn’t touch that ray of sunshine

born without wings, she never went too far. singing and daydreaming lying on her back in the beds of sand were how she spent most of her youthful days. the young Rán dreamed of becoming strong and glorious, with wings like Freyja a goddess she often envied. what could she do to have wings like the goddess of love; to have a reputation so destitute of monstrosity? the others made fun of her indifference, her inability to fly over the sea and shoot the breeze with their cousins. “how can someone like us even dream of such nonsense”, they said. “if we were meant to fly then what do we have these tails for?”, “maybe she’s too busy learning how to fly that she doesn’t have time for real scholarly work”. they teased her endlessly but she didn’t listen, her mind drifted into thoughts of touching the chariot of Thor.

The unfair stories

a chorus sings at dusk, their melodies are like the pouring out of smooth, fine waters. who could resist such an enticing sound? the sailors could not. it wasn’t so much that they were answering the call of the siren, but being hypnotized by the aura of it. surely no one on the island wished for their deaths, but merely company that they were after. visitors to bring spirits among other gifts. sadly, these visitors never left the island for the inhabitants were poor hosts, not knowing to feed their guests who seemingly had forgotten to eat. it is a sad coincidence such men traveled the coast, unaware of the dangerous creatures of the sea. her cousins, maidens who loved to play wicked games, attacked ships and drowned and often ate the flesh of the men, for fun. when word got around to the gods, her people were to blame for their songs that tempted the toughest of men. punishment was in order. and when it all was said and done, the others took to the seas and spread vicious rumors of the flesh-eating seductresses, “they’ll steal your goods and eat your heart out” they said. everyone laughed at them if they did not have pity, how beautiful fish-tailed songstresses were to turn into savages so easily. this was the tale she heard of her ancestors, and though she and the others on the island were but the offspring of the latter, the stories stuck like hair on her head. she would soon become the renowned fearsome ruler of the stormy seas, and in doing so maintained her status the same way her cousins did.

A black island is among the lowly settled water fog

perusing about on the coast of a small uninhabited island she frequented in her youth, in search of fresh meat, she came to realize prematurely that the shore had been blackened by waste and littered with the debris of human carcasses. surely her weekly antics haven’t caused this? what once was a haven for local birds and land critters alike is now what appears to be an ocean dumping, a burial site for a wasted lifestyle. the now older goddess emerges onshore with plastic bottle caps in her hair in lieu of seaweed. ultimately the toxic black waste would seep through into her body, penetrating through her lungs and corrupting her natural-given powers. it brought tears to her eyes to know this was only a sign of what the future is to bring, poisonous waters and death-clad shores. the others pretend not to know, the land-dwellers turn a blind eye.

A worn out and humid ferry, a small boat leaves

no longer was the island fit to rest on, no longer was the ocean, her home, as pure and flowing as her voice. the now frail goddess let out the call, that velvety magnetic cry that lured in men and women alike, the one her dear husband despised so. only this time her voice croaked, she was sure no one had heard her, not even the king of the seas. shortly thereafter, a lonely man appears on the coast, as is expected, you could see in his eyes the despair of her voice had not struck him yet until he reached the oil-slicked sand beneath her limp body. it wasn’t enough for him to help her escape for her life, he wanted to be a part of it. she was like nothing he had ever seen before, and he knew he would never see her again, not like this. an arrangement was made, once they reached land, dry and clean land, the goddess would exchange vows with this strange man.

The flower petals fall and the tears dry

a goddess who arranged a deal with a human so that she would not perish like her sisters, grew to adore the man whom she thought was sweet, sensitive and caring. he showered her with fresh flowers daily, clothing that showed off her womanly figure, and jewelry that matched her eyes. the man was so proud of himself for finding what he believed to be a treasure, he did not want to share her with anyone and soon the loving man became very possessive. he accused her of going out late at night to have drinks with other men and singing to locals that traveled by their house. sharing the wealth was what he called it, though one day came when she swore she did no such thing, the man would strike her in disbelief, this was not the first, but one of many occurrences. it was obviously time for Rán to cease playing house and deal with this man just like she did all the others, he had become like the poisonous waters of her past. honestly she surprised herself, living contently in the mundane life of a human, this was far from what she wanted for her life. she wanted to go back to the golden days, back when she and Ægir would get dressed up and throw ragers to entertain the gods in the home they built together. unfortunately, returning wasn’t so easy anymore.

My last move was to put down my long hair

Rán couldn’t stand to take another beating from a mortal who knew nothing of her life, once again she had to teach one of nature’s great lessons – don’t fuck with a goddess. for her there was no justification, similar to when humans get bitten by snakes and someone needs to suck the venom out to survive, this is how she chose to view this incident; sucking the venom out of her life with no other reason given the circumstances. only now the corollary was tremendous, the strength in her powers had returned except they were not the same as before, they were not only destructive but dark and consumed almost every aspect of her being.

The truth that can’t be hidden comes out

primarily to avoid persecution from the locals, she returned to the black island to lay the man’s remains to rest in her own way. the bottom of the small boat that once carried her away from this place was covered in black waste and debris. she could hear her daughters singing in the meadow, but their songs were not like the ones before, there were tears dripping down their faces. one song spoke of a massacre, brothers and sisters being choked with plastic rope, another was about beauty and how her daughter’s lips became blackened and they were losing their hair. there Rán stood shocked in silence, she realized she was not looking at all of her daughters, about a handful of them were missing. when the others finally ceased their singing and wailing, they cried out to her, “save us, help us! will you leave us here to die?” she could not answer without weeping for her lost children. the others pointed her to a pile of breathless sea-creatures with plastic rings around their necks and glass stuck in their skin. some had perished from eating toxic algae, others just from swimming in contaminated waters. day by day, the pile grew bigger. it is a new age, for an era has been done away with and the sea-creatures of tomorrow are yearning, for time, for life, for survival. Finally –after so many years were spent struggling to find understanding and acceptance among the land-dwellers, wandering and self-loathing and coming to terms with her life choices. she reluctantly returned to the waters, her home, for a final goodbye.

tears dry, time stops

If only I had insufficient comfort that means nothing

within the community of mount phoenix, a small company is born, to protect and maintain the life of living beings both in the sea and on land. a promise the goddess made to herself to give back what time took away. focusing on ethical production, reducing water pollution and environmental devastation, creating a way for people to indulge in luxury without destroying the habitat of others. Rán decided her time on the island would be better spent giving back to her community and using her platform to advocate for the creatures whose voices are seldom heard. truly though, she came to the island in search of something or someone. perhaps, if she could not return to her home – Aegirheim – she would make one here in Mount Phoenix.

a dark tale to be continued.

POWERS: Rán can create, shape and manipulate water of a spiritual or destructive nature. can cause natural ocean disasters such as tsunamis, monsoons, and whirlpools to manifest. She carries a net that she uses to capture and trap the souls of the drowned. A widely known power is her ability to transform her physiology to that of the merfolk and vice versa. Some of her merfolk abilities include aquatic life communication, hypnotic song or ‘beacon emission’ which can lure someone towards her, and depending on the mental capacity of the victim, can cause paralysis or dementia. She can also influence strong emotion with her singing voice or a musical instrument. As the personification of the sea, she is capable of returning to her godly form as a body made completely of the ocean, but is less likely to do so.

STRENGTHS:

Not afraid to go to the murky waters of the emotional and spiritually unknown.

Great at keeping secrets, has strong intuition and perception of others.

Values trust and a deep connection with others she considers as a friend or lover.

Electronically adept, her favorite way to escape is through casual gaming and social media so she does well with a smartphone and computer.

WEAKNESSES:

Despite needing to have complete and total control of a situation, she doesn’t have full knowledge or control over her newer, darker powers and will avoid transforming out of her human likeness because of this.

Craves deep emotional connections, but does not like to appear vulnerable so she is less likely to reach out first.

Claustrophobic.

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