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idolizerp · 6 years ago

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LOADING INFORMATION ON NIGHTMARE’S LEAD VOCAL BAE REMI...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: n/a CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 23 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 20 COMPANY: Koala.T SECONDARY SKILL: n/a

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): 알모미 - an abbreviation of even if you know her, you don’t (and the final syllable of her name), due to the fact that she has an enigmatic personality that is more quiet than the traditional “4-D image” but still maintains that off the wall unpredictability. One moment cutesy and cringey, the next moment cuttingly observant and savage, then the epitome of “노잼” or no fun at all. 미미 - “mimi” is a simple play on the final syllable of her name, mi, though sweeter fans state it’s due to the hanja reading being “beautiful” both in her name and ostensibly the nickname, thus meaning she is “double beautiful.” she figures this to be an elaborate explanation for a simple nickname. 노잼미 - due to the frequent criticism of her mood-killing moments (usually ill timed puns, impersonations, bizarre factoids, or references to video games / anime the others aren’t familiar with and so on) being that she is “no fun” (노잼) and the fact that her nickname mimi plays into the korean pronunciation for something not being fun, they’ve been mashed together into a nickname that essentially states she is the weirdo mood killer extraordinaire…but in a fond way? INSPIRATION: Remi’s performative inspiration, as given to the mcs who ask for such information, is that she was just the biggest fan of Diamant and Royal-T and Clover and as a result had been inspired to audition for KJH after only a few months of dance training, hoping charisma could carry her through. The reality? Remi wants to be famous. It’s a cushy life if you can pull it off, albeit at the expense of personal dignity and privacy. She wants to be rich and she wants to get there as quickly as possible - the struggle is not her favorite. Ironically she has incidentally discovered a love of music and even of performance in the process. SPECIAL TALENTS:

multi-instrumental- she can play and compose on both the guitar and piano, as well as production abilities on various synthesizers. she has a talent for quickly transposing music across keys, which is almost never useful in her daily idol life, unless they have her trot out a guitar for an acoustic snippet on a variety. she is most proficient with the piano, more specifically these days in terms of the keyboard and style-adjacent synthesizers.

jingle creation- she can make a quick and catchy jingle for almost anything, and often spends her time narrating her life via song unintentionally and inadvertently, much to the chagrin of those around her. she will occasionally produce these into snippets uploaded on soundcloud. her most “successful” of these was an 8bit midi-filled jingle about the blessing that is milk tea.

fortnite dances - she is exceptionally skilled at performing dances from the popular game fortnite, for better or for worse, and is more than happy to break this talent out on camera. whether her group-mates want for her to do this or not.

NOTABLE FACTS:

remi is skilled in musical composition and arrangements and has dabbled in a various instruments. She is more proficient with the piano than the guitar, these days, as she’s largely relied on the latter as she moves into beat-making and production.

remi is a social media guru, with an established presence on YouTube, Soundcloud, and an active twitter/instagram outreach. She is active as well on Vlive on a regular basis. She does reviews of producing equipment, reviews of instruments, covers, “let’s play” style videos, and various vlogs/live broadcasts. This began during the ending days of Vixen and continued through her hiatus (intermittently) and has ramped up since the debut of Nightmare.

remi debuted at 16 under KJH’s girl group Vixen, as the lead dancer and lead vocalist. She faced a rather significant scandal which was (mercifully enough) quickly eclipsed by the huge scandal that plagued the main rapper of the group, eventually leading to the disbanding of the group entirely. She was a fresh 19 at the time. She was immediately signed under KTM and began training.

was tested and proven to have a relatively high iq, but dropped out of high school to pursue music fulltime after the debut of her group, vixen. she later obtained the korean equivalent of her ged and has referenced studying for entrance exams and taking them late, indicating some potential for her to pursue higher education, albeit belatedly.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

in the short term, remi is working to establish herself in the industry once more. after four years of down time without a proper group, reduced to training once more, she’s found herself overwhelmed with vigor and intensity. this is her second chance and she’s not willing to waste it. as a result she’s casting the net quite wide in order to find what best suits her and what will expunge her past from the eyes of the public with the greatest speed. at the moment, she’s going for a saturation technique - hosting for mbc allows her constant pleasant smile-y screen time and exposure to a new generation of idol fans, and her slow creep into radio hosting and cfs has provided further blandly positive feedback relative to higher amounts of exposure.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

in the long term, remi is very much intent on creating an empire. she has no interest in remaining in a group forever and, frankly, is quite positive nightmare won’t be lasting too long statistically speaking. with that in mind she’s intent on creating a brand around herself, putting down roots in the industry particularly in easy, high profile, and lucrative engagements like hosting or commercial work, alongside hopes of debuting her actual musical interests as a solo artist, almost in the realm of a passion project given her niche style is not likely to be highly marketable to the public. the plan is that if she has an established presence via other means, her musical output can have greater freedom as it doesn’t bear the weight of paying the bills.

IDOL IMAGE

like the morning glory, like the evening primrose, bae remi is the flower that blooms in the night, in the dark. she is the ethereal creature of the liminal spaces between day and night - the dusk and the dawn. she is not the waned moon, the blackened sky, but the earth bathed in the light of a full moon - mystical and perhaps deceptively alluring. this is her image.

they’re at the point in their career, at this point, where nightmare’s image is the priority. the importance of cultivating an image within the group is at its apex. nightmare is so heavily conceptual to begin with that there is an importance in being able to sell that image both onstage and off, to curate an instagram profile that toes the line of soft and macabre.

remi is being marketed perhaps nebulously, a softer edge, the ethereally strange sort of witch rather than one with a mouthful of blood and necromancy at her beck and call. the ensnared innocent, the tainted soul, the lost alice stumbling through wonderland, dorothy trying to return home, both enticed and appalled by strange magics - these are the formative elements of her persona as it relates to the videography of nightmare. in other groups, perhaps, the image set forth in one’s music video might be far more straightforward or, even, entirely less important. with nightmare, as is often the case, things are quite differents

off stage remi isn’t much different; the epitome of thinking before she speaks, she is owlish wide eyes and surprise remarks that cut observant to the core. humor from left field, jokes that don’t quite land. she’s not loud enough, not over the top enough for the 4-d moniker but she’s definitely odd, definitely weird. she is a study in over-explained jokes that don’t land right, and aren’t any funnier after a lengthy explanation. she’s equal parts taciturn and humorous, unsettling and endearing. she is an enigma, but at least she’s beautiful- something that has been said, to her face, on more than one occasion. the first time it happens she’s on a variety show with vixen. she’s young, and she makes a poor joke, and the silence that falls in the white room continues until she smiles and the host nods, says, ‘well, you can make a joke like that, since you’re beautiful. we’ll just laugh anyway.” it doesn’t get edited out, it becomes a funny moment, but remi can’t help but find it patronizing.

she began, after that, to use it as something of a shield. kjh had been strict about the management of her image- be young, be bright, be beautiful. don’t be threatening, or morbid, or weird. don’t be off-center, or odd, or strange. with ktm she is given the opportunity to leave those constraints behind. she wears her affections on her sleeve, publicizes her quirks. bae remi streams majora’s mask for 9 hours when she loses a bet, the pann post reads. bae remi uploads a youtube video reviewing the native instruments maschine MKII, makes a beat on the spot. bae remi begins uploading lengthily titled largely voiceless beats to soundcloud- shouldn’t she do the bgm for a video game? did you know that the pixel and anime art on the thumbnails are hers too? snapshots of her side of the dorm treat fans to her myriad keyboards and synthesizers, video game figurines and a formidable collection of sneakers. she tweets oblique references to dlist hollywood horror and snooty arthouse indie films in turn, with an eclectic range of music posts that illuminate the fact that it is not easy to pin her down. to narrow her image is to find it elusive, escaping grasp.

but it’s okay, because she’s beautiful. this is the secret, of course, that with a conventionally beautiful face one can easily get away with things. one can bury scandals beneath the faults of comrades and competitors. mcs and hosts and suitors alike are compelled to overlook poorly timed puns, jokes that make no sense, an obsessive interest in promoting herself through unconventional and largely useless means. when you’re beautiful , you aren’t bizarre and morbid - you’re delightfully macabre. when you’re beautiful you aren’t weird and obsessive- you’re charming and offbeat.

so remi becomes alice in wonderland. remi becomes the bait in the trap of nightmare, the delightfully unexpected representation of the unexpected and endearing, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

IDOL HISTORY

the stars do not fortel her coming in the literal sense, but her mother has a pregnancy dream, the kind old grandmothers will say is prophetic, a dream of the milky way in the sky overhead, a dream of laying on her back on the hillside of her hometown out in the countryside, long since left behind. a dream of the inky blackness over head and a sense of something both ominous and promising. to remi this sounds more like a stress dream than anything else, but she also enjoys the idea that her mother knew, even as she was unborn, that remi herself would be some eldritch horror, some mystical being.

she isn’t, of course. remi is a normal baby, albeit on the cuter side. she grows into a relatively normal toddler as well, precocious and strange as most toddlers are, with an apparent lack of fear that alarmed her more timid mother. nothing phased remi, not the dark, not needles, not snakes nor spiders. at the influence of her older brothers, she spent as much time tramping around in the muddy fields around their house as she did inside, and when inside her mind roamed the hills and mountains in flights of fancy.

she was a whimsical child, bound up in impossibilities, in hopes, in daydreams and mysticism. easily influenced by whatever media she consumed, the girl voraciously wrapped herself into fantasy worlds, books and television and movies the most common culprits. but with the dawn of the video game era, the bae household was filled with the enthusiastic shrieks of overexcited children, crowded around a controller- lost in hyrule or the johto region or any number of other pixellated universes filled with magic, mystery, and lore.

the games quickly revealed many things about remi: she was fanciful and flighty, she was obsessive, she was sneaky and scheming, she was a perfectionist. and above all else, she was yearning, a desperation to reach out to something other than the world around her. she wanted the promise of more that came from such worlds, from fantasies and dreams. she wanted to be the chosen one, wielding a special blade or never-before-seen magical powers. head firmly lodged in the clouds, she was able to ignore, for quite some time, the unravelling of their lives.

you see the bae family had hit dire financial straits, and slowly the wear and tear of it began to show in the falling apart bandaid fixes on the plumbing, the windows, the wallpapering of their home. her father became a ghost, drifting in and out of the house too early, too late, barely heard from nor seen.

eventually relocation was in order, and they were forced to leave their little world behind. moving from the countryside of gyeonggi to the heart of seoul was tumultuous to say the least, and relocating from a more spacious (albeit falling apart old) home to a cramped villa apartment was almost impossible. for a girl born to run and explore the energy she was left with in this pent up, new lifestyle had her acting out in more ways than one. her performance at school suffered as she moved into middle school and she had a number of behavioral problems. in the hope of mitigating this and expending some of her energy (and getting her out of the house) her parents scraped up the money to put her in dance classes, which she had expressed some interest in prior.

by the time she was thirteen, she was auditioning for her first entertainment companies.

kjh was the first to offer her a contract, and while she initially thought to hold out to audition with the bigger names first, she found promise in how readily they accepted her in with open arms, talking of a new sort of image, a powerful and hard hitting concept that would make even jinx look weak. she liked the sound of that - she wanted that kind of power, wanted to immerse herself in the fantasy of the rich and famous, and so she begged her parents to okay the trainee contract.

debuting only three years later was, at the time, a blessing. vixen wasn’t the most popular right out of the gate, but remi knew they had promise. potential. as their main rapper greedily grabbed up attention for herself, remi knew in her heart she herself would win the world over if she were just given a chance, and set out to make that a possibility - at any cost, by any means.

overtime it worked, gradually picking up attention, mostly for her maturing visuals and for her natural charisma, more so than anything else, but she wasn’t picky. landing a role on the breakout show heroes certainly came to her aid, and she was experiencing a modest upswing in her popularity, slowly growing her career.

and then the video leaked.

she knew she was ruined.

she had to be.

a video like that, pictures like that, suggestive to the extreme. did it matter if it was her or not? the public was certain, and her name was finally rocketing up the search engines. barely past her nineteenth birthday everything was falling apart.

and then, it all got worse.

when the scandal of their main rapper broke, her first reaction was “at least i didn’t try to blackmail anyone” - there was a sort of comfort in the mutual destruction of it. at least they were both fucking up. at least her scandal was being overshadowed. as more and more details came out, as it went to a trial, as the company brought them in to disband them, she watched her carefully crafted fantasy fall apart around her.

she fragmented. left to live with her parents, in that just-barely-better apartment she’d managed to buy for them with the next-to-nothing she’d earned (ti was easy to upgrade them from almost nothing to barely something, even on the shoestring budget of a rookie idol). she was twenty years old and knew herself to be an abject failure, truly and completely.

it wasn’t until they begged her into at least getting back into dance that she slowly woke back up, became herself again. she had little interest in dancing, these days, but being surrounded by music at least helped. and when a scout from KTM reached out to her, she even considered it.

eventually, she accepted the offer. she had to put the past behind her. she had to try again. training all over again was an exercise in humiliation, and she knew all too well what was said about her in whispers, behind her back. and strangely, it helped, inured her to the criticisms, created in her a brazen and bullheaded spirit of competition and obsessive drive that earned her a spot in the debuting group.

but the concept, god.

she’s a fan of the music. the concept is interesting. but remi isn’t here to be interesting. remi wants that life that she’s been promised by every article about celebrities buying buildings, high rise apartments in solid cash, driving fancy cars and living a life that remi has only ever been able to dream about. she’s intent to make herself a brand, a money machine, wants to live comfortably and carefree and ultimately, with all the reckless abandon she desires.

the years of her hiatus afforded her the opportunity to hone her interests, to find herself in music in a way she’d never expected. for a girl with little passion for the idol life, she found an escape int he story telling of composition, picked up and relentlessly studied those instruments that her mother had once forced her to sit through lessons in. there was a new appreciation for the piano when she was working with a synthesizer and a sound board instead of the same tried and true, pretty but ultimately uninteresting pieces her stodgy classical piano instructor had her playing. when scales were abandoned for midi sound sampling and she was sampling bird song and rain to layer behind the whimsical lilt of distorted, video game esque piano, to tell a story of witches or aliens or the misleading promise of a fairy queen, it was all much more appealing.

remi built herself into a brand the best she could, created a platform for outreach that stretched over instagram, twitter, youtube, afreeka, soundcloud. whatever platform gained traction she was there, with content of any style she could manage, from game play throughs to musical equipment reviews, from dance covers to song covers to re-arrangements of hits, from vlogs and insta-lives to a soundcloud full of strange electropop lo-fi mellow beats accented by anime-styled art that toed the line between whimsy, wonder, and the macabre with disturbing charm, all self produced and created and ultimately not profitable in the mainstream.

she hopes, or had hoped, nightmare would be the mainstream appeal she needed to make her own brand viable, but with the group proving itself to be as niche as her own musical interests she fears this won’t be the case. she’s thus worked on moving into a diversified realm of promotion that will both dilute her former iljin and scandalous image with positive content and will rebrand her as someone marketable outside of her bizarrely morbid group. she’s taking on various radio and music program hosting jobs to saturate the public with her presence in mild and approachable soundbites and can only hope that the upcoming units will give her a better chance still to attain the marketability she needs to rebrand herself, to reach the heights of success she salivates after.

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idolizerp · 6 years ago

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LOADING INFORMATION ON HEAVEN’S MAIN DANCE RYU EUNBI ...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: Evie CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 16 TRAINEE SINCE: 14 COMPANY: 99 SECONDARY SKILL: Fashion design

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): lemonie (due to her alleged lemon obsession), eve (due to the close proximity of her stage and group name with religious themes), cool girl. INSPIRATION: claims to be inspired by company seniors, as well as her parents’ work ethic. SPECIAL TALENTS:

drawing: stems from her fashion designing skills; she’s able to sketch things in a manner that is both quick and efficient, and is exceptionally good at games such as pictionary.

speed dancing: has good choreographic memory, can accurately perform a variety of routines at increased levels of speed.

physical flexibility: resulting from dedicated practice (especially in acro dance), she likes to impress with gymnastic manoeuvres such as front/side splits, and backbends.

NOTABLE FACTS:

graduated from seoul’s school of performing arts.

has an eye for fashion, designs much of her own streetwear.

was a member of a youth choir before joining 99 entertainment.

excellent cook, began preparing meals for herself at a fairly young age.

avid lemonade lover; fans often bring her lemonade beverages and lemon-themed accessories.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

within the next six to twelve months, while continuing to solidify her position in the fashion industry, eunbi would like to focus on a solo career outside of heaven. she’s eager to prove her capabilities as a potential solo artist, to demonstrate to the general public that she has qualities which make her something more than a background member of heaven: an ambitious drive with a creative mind, alongside sharp singing and even sharper dancing skills that her group, as a whole, has never made effective use of.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

in the long run, eunbi seeks to revel in levels of fame only graced by some of the legendary seniors before her. she wishes to have a successful solo career, to be known both- domestically and internationally, to not be forgotten with the eventual fall of third generation girl groups. however, bearing in mind worst case scenario (failure to achieve such success as a soloist), eunbi also hopes to maintain a prominent position in the fashion world. well into the future, she’d like to manage her own multi-national luxury fashion conglomerate, and, again, have it do well domestically and overseas. showcasing and modeling her own designs would be especially ideal, as to not resort to faceless background work.

IDOL IMAGE

off camera, eunbi is sociable.

she’s curious, she’s fun, she’s adventurous.

a risk-taker, a person who yields to grand emotions. she’s messy, confusing, uneasy in her own right. much of a stark contrast from the role she plays as heaven’s evie.

evie, you see, is marketed to the public as phlegmatic in nature.

she’s the member with mysteriously alluring charms; the one who talks, but never too much. the one who smiles, but never too wide. the one who laughs, but never too loudly. her gaze is tempting and fierce, her movements sensual and brazen.

she is sunglasses and long brown hair flowing in the wind, the slender figure with sun-kissed skin. she is cool girl, the one who sits on the wing-back of a 1959 pink chevrolet convertible, carefree and untroubled, stoic and grand, the splendor of a juxtaposition.

there’s a glimmer of danger in her eyes, the soft curve of red-tinted lips.

she is powerful like a spell, utterly captivating, impossible not to consume.

and the idea elicits awe from some, but disdain from others. they complain she’s far too cold to fit heaven’s beach vibe, they say that her attitude could use some adjusting and they wish she would try to engage a little more, laugh a bit harder at puerile matters like everyone else.

management initially makes various attempts to appease them, to keep true to her depiction of an easygoing beach girl, while still making her relatable and convivial and fun, for the sake of being well-received. and when those attempts don’t work, staff almost has her drop the act altogether. but there’s that risk, the possibility people will think of her as fake, or a switch-up.

so then she just cries. a few crocodile tears, some sudden sign of vulnerability and weakness during the filming of a variety show to shut everyone up. and much to their surprise, it seems to work out, results in an outpour of sympathy and support from the general public.

they eat it up. they love the idea of this girl, impassive and still, melting in their hands at the edge of a weak moment. and just like that, it is decided that evie will be something like a jolly rancher crunch n’ chew— classic hard shell, surprisingly soft center.

IDOL HISTORY

( tw ; alcoholism )

december, 1993—

ryu eunbi begins her life at the soonchunhyang hospital in seoul.

immediately following the delivery, an obstetrician swathes the newborn in bundles of rosy-colored fabric, and rushes her into the neonatal intensive care unit, where she spends a total of three weeks relying on endotracheal tubes and intravenous feeding lines to survive.

the doctors explain, in a frank and professional manner, that eunbi’s health complications are the result of preterm labor. “premature birth can be caused by a number of things,” one says. “it can be caused by certain health conditions such as diabetes or hypertension, or it can be the result of other factors, like familial history of premature birth, substandard prenatal care, smoking and drinking, or even air pollution. because of this, it’s difficult to pinpoint an exact cause. nearly half of our cases are medical mysteries.”

and as if spoken into existence, maternal alcohol ingestion — the likely culprit — is never suspected.

eunbi simply becomes another statistic; her birth, another case for the books that collect dust on the hospital shelves.

another medical mystery.

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april, 1999—

a distressed eunbi is dragged into a choir room against her will.

her father thinks this is a good idea. if she’s anything like him, she’ll learn to do well. even better, maybe she’ll grow love music to the extent that he does.

and though it’s only a suggestion in passing, her mother takes him up on it. she says eunbi needs something productive to do, and a free after school activity is much better than paying a babysitter “money the family simply doesn’t have.”

still, the five year old cries and begs, screams in sheer terror as she clings to her mother.

she doesn’t want to be left alone, doesn’t want to stay with strangers, definitely doesn’t want to sing at their command. but her protests are met with condemnation and little success.

her mother, apathetic and ill with annoyance, asks her to not make such a scene, to behave and be a good girl. “don’t act out so much, you’re only five!” she says. “you’re not old enough to make your own decisions. now let me go, please, just stay here and sing. i promise i’ll pick you up as soon as i’m done at work.”

work.

work, work, work.

she learns young, how her parents love that word. how it’s the most important term in their vocabularies. how it does, and should, come before everything else.

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august, 2005—

CHOIR TRIP COMMITMENT AND PERMISSION FORM

“…in order for your child to participate in the choir trip, this document must be signed by the parent and returned to the administrative office by august 19th, 2005…”

eunbi knows there are certain procedures she must follow when it comes to consent forms, certain formulas she must apply if she’ll have them signed by either of her parents. as usual, the margin of opportunity is narrow.

if she asks her mother too early in the morning, she’ll be met with rejection. “can i please do that another time?” she’ll say. “i’ll be late for work, and you’ll be late for school.”

if she asks when the clock strikes four, the end of her mother’s eight hour work day, she’ll be met with rejection yet again. “not now, please, i just got home and i’m tired…” her mother will tell her, with a facial expression that implies the highest degree of vexation. “let me unwind a little,” she’ll add, settling into the couch and uncorking a fresh bottle of red wine.

if she asks when her mother has just woken up from a nap, her mother will be too dazed, too inebriated to give consent. “i don’t feel well, dear, why don’t you wait until your dad arrives so you can ask him, instead? i’m sure he’ll sign it.”

and if eunbi does that— if she manages to wait up late enough for her father to return home, he never does. he doesn’t expend the energy to call and say he won’t be coming, he doesn’t even send so much as a single text message. he simply doesn’t show.

so with little left to do, she resorts to signing the form herself.

because it’s not the first time.

and it certainly won’t be the last.

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february, 2008—

teachers refer to eunbi as a fiery-eyed, unruly troublemaker.

she is a student whose wayward tongue cannot be tamed, whose priorities lie entirely in the wrong places, whose friend group consists of an exuberant youth involved in a murky world of clandestine activities. she is imprudent, pugnacious, nothing but a lost cause and a disruption to the classroom and its students.

the school counselor believes her poor behavior is a result of her life at home. “children with divorced parents are usually at greater risk of experiencing poor outcomes,” he says during a private meeting with her mother. “separation is a challenging obstacle, as i’m sure you would know, and its not abnormal for a child to display behavior issues after their parents divorce.”

eunbi simply scoffs at these words; it’s like he says so much, yet knows so little.

"i don’t care about my parents divorcing,” she insists, bubble gum popping obnoxiously loud. why would it affect her, anyway? she isn’t oblivious. she always knew it’d happen, sooner or later. even a blind person could’ve predicted that outcome.

her father proved from the beginning that he was never a family man. he was never destined for parenthood or marriage. his devotion belonged to his music, to his failed career. it was all he cared about, and the month-long studio stays only confirmed it.

her mother was no better, really— an emotional wreck with the inability to handle her liquor. even after managing to sober up, to steer clear of wine and beer bottles, she made very little improvement. instead, she became much like her husband, neglecting her marriage, and her home, all in a desperate attempt to reach the peak of various nine to five jobs.

much in the way that bacteria flourishes in environments without free oxygen, ryu eunbi flourishes in environments without proper guidance and discipline.

at a young age, she decides that she’ll never be like her parents. she will never settle for the monotonies of a humdrum lifestyle, she will never work an unfulfilling or standstill job, she will never become enmeshed in the complexities of a loveless marriage.

life is too short, she thinks. it’s meant solely for spontaneity and excitement, for opportunities or luxuries not easily afforded to one.

her mother disapproves, she tells eunbi that her studies are important, that securing a steady job and healthy habits will ensure she lives a good life. but each word goes into one ear, and straight out of the other. eunbi’s crass behavior continues— the sticky fingers, the academic negligence, the underage tobacco and alcohol consumption.

and when it becomes too much, when her mother’s had enough, she’s met with ultimatums.

"since you can’t seem to use your free time responsibly, here’s what’s going to happen. you are going to dedicate yourself to an afterschool learning program, and an afterschool activity. or i’ll have no choice but to send you to a reform school abroad. the choice is yours.”

the stringent demand sends teenage eunbi into a fit of rage and demur. she angrily folds her arms across her chest, she stomps her feet against the floor, she complains that her mother is being ridiculous and unfair. what did she care, really? what right did she have to make any demands? what right did she have to pick and choose when to be a parent?

of course, there’s no way eunbi will allow herself to be exiled to a foreign country.

she chooses the former option. she decides she’ll dedicate herself to excruciating self-study sessions, she’ll rejoin that absurd local youth choir— anything to stay in her home country.

and as fate would have it, her decision turns out to be the optimal choice.

after months and months and months of unvaried routine, eunbi is blessed with opportunity. she trudges into choral rehearsals, tired and disinterested, only to discover a new flyer that’s been tacked onto the grungy bulletin board in the back of the room.

99 entertainment is holding auditions.

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august, 2009—

originally, eunbi would have never imagined this.

the mere thought of training to be an idol, being another body in a sea of hopefuls.

she’d never been like other children, never dreamt of singing on a stage to perform for large, boisterous crowds of people.

when she auditions for 99 entertainment (and passes), all she’s really after is a mere taste of the onerous trainee lifestyle, a way to pass the time with something other than a choir she no longer has any interest in.

and a taste is exactly what she gets. it comes in the form of grueling procedures, pressure to acquire new skills. the trainee pool is large. ridiculously large. there’s too many vocalists, too many people who can hold a note to the same extent that she can. if not, better.

she’s average, and she hates it. so she focuses, decides to set herself apart from the group of other aspirants by excelling in areas where they simply cannot. and, of course, it comes to prove itself as a struggle. she has a tough time learning basic foreign vocabulary, she isn’t so great with controlling the emotions that her face seems to communicate.

but dancing, it comes to her easy. she’s a natural, she learns, her body a mere instrument in its ability to project movement, so clearly and efficiently.

when the time rolls around, when rumors of an upcoming girl group begin to swirl around the company buildings, eunbi knows she has to prove herself and she knows just how she’ll do it.

it becomes something of a competition, a reason for her to perfect her technique. she works herself to exhaustion, day and night, dedicates all her time and energy to her art, to the idea of being one of 99′s best dancers. and it pays off later. the arduous routines, the immoderate perseverance. they make her a perfect candidate for debut, and suddenly she’s added to the lineup of 99′s new girlgroup: HEAVEN.

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august, 2014—

when heaven makes their official debut in 2010 and eunbi is ushered into the public eye, she becomes something like a doll— an object to ogle at, a toy to pick apart and examine.

even so, she’s far too young then to know better, doesn’t see it as something that constitutes as a problem. instead all she sees are the cameras, the flashing lights, the television screens that exhibit her pretty little face everywhere. and it’s all so damned beguiling in the beginning. what a rush it is to film a music video, what a rush to perform on a stage, what a rush to have a group of people dress and doll you up.

what a rush, truly, what a rush.

but it all wears off eventually. too fast, maybe.

because four years later, she finds that everything she loved before, she despises now.

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november, 2018—

it’s been eight years since the debut of HEAVEN.

eight years of taxing work schedules. eight years of precise image management. eight years of sinister prying eyes and outré speculation.

it’s been eight years of sheer exploitation. eight years of strict managerial constraint. eight years of wavering income and success.

her career path in itself has been an incontestable struggle, but like anything else in her life, eunbi learns to adapt. she learns to love what she hates, accept what she can’t change.

through the years, she’s mastered the art of manipulating the system to her own benefit, the art of maximizing her exposure. she’s learned that, in order to see success and enjoy the hell that happens to be the entertainment industry, one must own a calculative mindset. one must remember that there are always systematically correct choices to make, always the smartest decisions to propel you forward in the path you wish to follow.

in realizing this, she is able to relish in what good the industry has to offer— high-priced gifts, exclusive access to clandestine events, admiration from those whose friendship prove to be beneficial in the long run.

the goal now is to strive for longevity. to secure her position in the music industry.

to ensure her reign of success continues long after HEAVEN.

#id.bio #id.99 #id.heaven #id.park jiyeon #id.wild&free #id.alcoholism

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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON VIVID’S LEAD DANCE EVIE…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 24 DEBUT AGE: 17 SKILL POINTS: 10 VOCAL | 12 DANCE | 03 RAP | 15 PERFORMANCE SECONDARY SKILLS: Fashion Design

INTERVIEW

off camera, eunbi is sociable.

she’s curious, she’s fun, she’s adventurous.

she’s a stark contrast from the role she plays as evie.

evie, you see, is marketed to the public as phlegmatic in nature.

the public, for the most part, responds well to this image. they call her cool girl, an ice princess in her own right. they eat it up when she sheds so much as a single tear, when she shows any signs of vulnerability and weakness for the cameras. as a matter of fact, tears are what managed to land her here in the first place.

rewind to 2012: one of ViViD’s earliest variety appearances. eunbi nervously addresses the backlash regarding her “poor” attitude, her generally unhappy demeanor on-camera. she has no idea what excuses to give. she knows she can’t openly admit that her humor doesn’t align with the public’s, that things like random dancing and intentional ugly faces are lame.

so she cries. she thinks of the saddest possible thing, and she breaks into a sob. she blames her lack of participation and frigid facial expressions on nervousness, on her rookie status.

and surprisingly, her scheme for sympathy works. when articles are released hours later, the tone in the comment section changes. "people are being too harsh on her,“ one person says. ”it’s refreshing to see her finally show some emotion!,” says another.

and like that, management decides that eunbi will be something like a jolly rancher crunch n’ chew— classic hard shell, surprisingly soft center.

BIOGRAPHY

( tw ; alcoholism )

december, 1993—

ryu eunbi begins her life at the soonchunhyang hospital in seoul.

and as if spoken into existence, maternal alcohol ingestion — a likely culprit — is never suspected. eunbi simply becomes another statistic; her birth, another case for the books that collect dust on the hospital shelves.

another medical mystery.

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april, 1999—

a distressed eunbi is dragged into a choir room against her will.

she cries and begs, she screams in sheer terror as she clings to her mother.

she doesn’t want to be left here alone. she doesn’t want to stay with strangers, she doesn’t want to sing at their command.

but her protests are met with condemnation and little success. her mother, apathetic and ill with annoyance, asks her to not make such a scene, to behave and be a good girl. “you’re only five years old,” she says. “you’re not old enough to make your own decisions. now let me go, please, i’ll be late for work. i promise i’ll pick you up in four hours.”

work.

work, work, work.

how her parents love that word.

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august, 2005—

CHOIR TRIP COMMITMENT AND PERMISSION FORM

“…in order for your child to participate in the choir trip, this document must be signed by the parent and returned to the administrative office by august 19th, 2005…”

if she asks her mother too early in the morning, she’ll be met with rejection. "can i please do that another time?” she’ll say. “i’ll be late for work, and you’ll be late for school.”

so eunbi resorts to signing the form herself.

it’s not the first time.

it certainly won’t be the last.

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february, 2008—

teachers refer to eunbi as a fiery-eyed, unruly troublemaker.

a disruption to the classroom, to the other students.

eunbi simply scoffs at these words; he says so much, yet he knows so little.

her mother was no better, really— an emotional wreck with the inability to handle her liquor. even after managing to sober up, to steer clear of wine and beer bottles, she made very little improvement. instead, she became much like her husband. she neglected her marriage, her child, all in a desperate attempt to reach the peak of various nine to five jobs.

bacteria; it flourishes in environments that lack free oxygen.

ryu eunbi; she flourishes in environments that lack proper guidance and discipline.

life is too short, she thinks. it’s meant solely for spontaneity and excitement, for opportunities or luxuries not easily afforded to her.

her mother eventually becomes frustrated, and she gives her daughter an ultimatum.

of course, there’s no way eunbi will allow herself to be exiled to a foreign country.

she chooses the former option. she decides she’ll dedicate herself to excruciating self-study sessions, she’ll rejoin the local youth choir— anything to stay in korea.

and as fate would have it, her decision turns out to be the optimal choice.

midas entertainment is holding auditions.

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march, 2012—

eunbi the troublemaker is now evie the kpop idol.

originally, she would have never imagined this. she wasn’t like other children, it was never her dream to sing on a stage or perform for large, boisterous crowds of people. all she really wanted was a mere taste of the onerous trainee lifestyle, to pass time doing something better than singing for a choir she no longer had any interest in.

her taste comes in the form of grueling procedures and the instant acquisition of new skills. singing aside, the training curriculum consists of many other things: acting, dancing, variety, foreign language, and public speaking. eunbi must learn all of them, must have the ability to perform each at the expected level, requiring extensive and thorough practice.

as expected, she struggles. she struggles to remember basic vocabulary words in japanese, she struggles to create and control what emotions her face communicates. the only aspect that seems to come easy is dancing. she is a natural, almost, her body an instrument able to project movement as clearly and efficiently as a dancer should.

she develops a new goal, as a result, and decides her dance skills should be perfected. she practices with a commitment to perfect her technique, to be one of midas’ best dancers and perform better than the other trainees. it’s a competition, it’s something authentic to dedicate her time and energy to.

and it pays off. the long hours, the arduous routines, the immoderate perseverance; it makes her a perfect candidate for debut, and suddenly she becomes a member of midas’ upcoming girl group, ViViD.

ViViD’s debut thrusts her into the public eye, she becomes something like a doll— an object to ogle at, a toy to pick apart and examine. she despises it. there’s no privacy, no breaks, not even a proper income to make up for the horrors she and her groupmates are subjected to.

her disdain for her career easily bleeds through the mask of happiness and exhilaration. she isn’t an actress, she’s a measly rookie who has trouble controlling her facial expressions and feigning interest when it simply isn’t there.

fan forums and comment boards light up with criticism and insults as a result.

• her poor attitude is really f*cking annoying • good singer, but she sucks at managing her facial expressions.. • am i the only one who thinks she never looks happy at all? ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ • she’s a joke… is it really that hard to smile for a few minutes on TV???

✦✦✦

may, 2018—

it’s been seven years since the debut of ViViD.

seven years of taxing work schedules. seven years of precise image management. seven years of sinister prying eyes and outré speculation.

it’s been seven years of sheer exploitation. seven years of strict managerial constraint. seven years of wavering income and success.

her career path in itself has been an incontestable struggle, but truthfully, eunbi has grown to love every single minute of it.

she’s learned to manipulate the system to her own benefit, to maximize her exposure. she’s learned that, in order to succeed and enjoy the industry, one must bear a calculative mindset, one must know how to make smart decisions and systematically correct choices.

the goal now is to strive for longevity. to secure her position in the music industry. to ensure her reign of success continues long after ViViD.

#id.bio #id.vivid #id.midas #id.park jiyeon

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