POS. Traits: Independent + Romantic + Thoughtful + Creative + Well-mannered + Pratical
NEG. Traits: Bottles up emotions - Brusque - Frugal - Secretive - Awkward - Negative outlook on life
She was like a painting; perfect, but her emotions seeped through the paint and canvas. Large, doll-like eyes fringed with thick lashes, always glossy and upset while the corner of her lips upturned in a fake smile; she was angelic. Her son was her whole world, and she felt she was failing him. Susan Kim was knocked up at nineteen, and from that moment on, she had been alone. Her own family, disappointed and disgusted with her, disowned her. The father of her son was nowhere to be found, leaving her on her own.
For the first six years of his life, Milo and his mother lived in a cheap motel located in LA. He can remember there distinctly being a roach problem and a lot of water damage on the ceiling. A cheap, dingy green-glow illuminated the cramped room. It always smelled of stale, muggy heat, and rose-scented laundry detergent. Although their circumstances were anything but comfortable and safe, he’s fond of those six years. By elementary school, his mother had worked enough to stabilize their residency in a two-roomed apartment.
Milo always had a creative flame within him. It started with finger painting in first-grade art class, which launched him into a life of self-expression through art. He outshone all his classmates throughout his school years in art; however, he struggled in every other subject. His grades always wobbled between a C and a D. His mind couldn’t wrap around the concepts his teachers presented him with. He asked so many questions in classes, it became laughable -- and his classmates did laugh at him. This aversion to academics followed him into high school.
Painting was encouraged by his mother; every birthday present he received was new, quality paints and canvases. The money she could’ve spent on herself went to her son’s breath-taking talent. Milo wasn’t sure art was a successful, stable career pathway he could take. His classmates spoke of going into difficult medical jobs, or boring office jobs; they were careers that guaranteed a desirable financial situation. But, with Susan being so persistent, he focused his intentions on making a name for himself.
Sadness was a big theme within his paintings. Most of them were inspired by his mother’s struggles: single-parenting, financial struggles, loneliness. Towards the end of her life, illness became apparent in his art pieces. Occasionally his paintings would reflect his internal feelings: struggling with sexuality, growing up in a dark and difficult life in the eyes of a child. By twenty, his paintings were being displayed in museums and auctioned off. He became a well-known artist in the art world. If his mother hadn’t been there to support his talent, he probably would’ve ended up in a normal job like most of his past classmates.
With his newfound fame and fortune, Milo and his mother finally got to live without worry.
Cancer ate away at his mother; she wilted away like a beautiful flower rotting into nothing. Milo spent days by her side while the life was drained out of her. By the time the blood cancer was discovered, it was already stage-4. Of course, he spent thousands of dollars on treatment, but it was to no avail. He expressed his depressing feelings through paintings, pieces he would never sell. A year before planning his vacation to New England, she passed away, and that’s when his art drought began.
writing songs, composing music, recording covers, mixing, the beach, laying in the sand, the sounds of the waves crashing, drawing, singing in front of people, most food
dislikes
being trapped in this town, his mother, the fact that he hasn't made a name for himself yet, how everything seems to stay the same and nothing ever changes, when he has writers block, thunderstorms
fears
never getting out of this town, never making it big as a writer, failure
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family info
henry jang
father. deceased.
lia jang
mother. estranged.
mine is to become a star can't you feel?
the only thing henley has ever known is this small beach town, from its 2,000 permanent residents, the single main road, 2 grocery stores, a handful of restaurants and bars, and a small movie theater. that's it. everything has been the same. always. nothing ever changes. it's suffocating and he hates it.
he was actually born in boston but his parents moved to groveport before he was a year old. he remembers spending most of his toddler days on the beach with his parents. but when henley was five, his dad died suddenly, leaving him in the care of his mother. he liked his mother just fine, but he didn't have the same relationship with her as he did with his father.
during his elementary school years, she was still present, but as he reached the end of his middle school years, he began to see her less and less. in high school, it was once every few weeks, enough to keep the child protective services away. this hurt henley more than he let on, more than he realized even.
but it was in high school that he discovered his love for music. for an elective, he took a music class and every time he went into the music room, he felt healed. he began to spend a majority of his time in there, teaching himself guitar. when they had a songwriting unit in class, well, henley found his new passion.
as soon as he could, he moved the hell out of his childhood home and into a single bedroom apartment. he'd have loved to have moved to a big city to make a name for himself in songwriting, but staying in groveport was all he could afford.
he began to write song after song, channeling all of the pent up anger and hurt he'd felt for years into his lyrics. he recorded covers of songs and uploaded them to youtube, then moving onto write, record and mix his original songs and uploaded them to spotify, apple music, soundcloud and youtube.
henley got himself a considerable following, but regardless, a big following doesn't get you into a room with famous songwriters and artists, nor does it get your songs cut. though it would be cool to become a famous artist, he wants to write songs for others. the main way to do that is to move to new york city or los angeles, but he can't afford to move to either. not yet. so for now, he's stuck in this miserable little town.
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