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[su9busren]

puts these here and runs

[spice-and-pills]

they r at the beach (she made him wear that swimsuit)

[cheonsans]

↳ 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑠

Stage Name ↬ Ren

Full Name ↬ Jiang Renzhu

Chinese Name ↬ 姜仁珠

English Name ↬ Ren Jiang

Korean Name ↬ 장인수 (Jang Insoo)

Birthday ↬ April 18, 1998  (Taurus)

Birthplace ↬ Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Hometown ↬ Montreal, Quebec, Canada

Ethnicity ↬ Chinese

Nationality ↬ Canadian

Languages ↬ Mandarin, French, Korean, English, some Cantonese

↳ 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑟

Group ↬ FEYWILD

Position ↬ Rapper, lead dancer, choreographer

Label ↬ Superbia Entertainment

Profession ↬ Idol, choreographer, model

Years Active ↬ 2020 - present

↳ 𝑝ℎ𝑦𝑠𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑙

Face Claim ↬ Xu Minghao 

Height ↬ 178 cm | 5'10″

Blood Type ↬ AB-

Piercings ↬ 5x per ear

Tattoos ↬ click, many of which were done by himself or his brother

↳ 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦

Positive ↬ Intelligent, worldly, eloquent, perceptive, artistic, smiley

Negative ↬ Overly blunt, self-important, confusing, flippant, lazy, crass

↳ 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑎

Ren’s twin brother, Renxi, is a member of Echo Entertainment’s boy group, RENACE ( @renvce ).

Both he and his brother have incredibly high IQ’s 

His last name translates to ginger, and Ren’s given Chinese name translates to “benevolence” and “pearl” per syllable. 

Ren can play the cello and the violin.

Ren’s many tattoos are mostly a bit odd, though good quality. He did many of them on himself, and his brother did the text ones, as well. Ren’s tattoos are scattered a bit oddly (left shoulder, the right side of his upper ribs/stomach, both ankles, both thighs, both inner upper forearms,  inner right bicep, right middle finger, and the back of his right arm), but he says the placements reminded him of stickers and that’s why he got them where they are.

He and his brother have the same tattoo of a frog cradling a cat, and they both refuse to discuss what it means. 

Ren’s main interests are film, language learning, fashion, the fine arts, and philosophy. 

He unfortunately uses his high IQ to his advantage and has a habit of quoting obscure, mildly ominous things...especially Nietzsche. 

He is an atheist.

His hair is usually longer, because as he says, “mullet rights.”

He is the younger twin by a minute, and hates that his brother never lets him forget it.

He is the best dressed member in FEYWILD, and own the title proudly.

He has a bad habit of hogging the microphone during concerts, and he’s usually very chaotic and full of jokes, even during serious moments.

He’s extremely fidgety, and is usually seen kicking or bouncing his legs.

No one knows, but he used to make incredibly realistic fake IDs in high school. He made bank. 

He enjoys painting his nails, especially black.

Ren has been described by almost everyone who knows him as true chaotic neutral (although his brother would argue he’s far more evil than people realize).

Ren is ambidextrous and can draw incredibly well. One of his special talents is drawing a picture with both hands at the same time and keeping it perfectly symmetrical. 

He is an EXO stan.

He and his brother both have photographic memories, which unfortunately means that Renzhu tends to remember everything told to him, even if it’s embarrassing or better left forgotten. He’s the KING of bringing up receipts, verbatim. 

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[vslive]

a doodle of my biggest comfort hc what do ya think lads

[su9busren]

JUST ANOTHER MANDY MONDAY

[su9busren]

punk/band au ash for the strange nightmares social campaign !!

[su9busren]

hehe silly little ash closet cosplay for the strange nightmares social campaign

[spice-and-pills]

Behold, I’m actually writing-- Anyway, here’s Ren getting speedran and absolutely bodied by Pepper

    Ugh. Why did her head hurt so bad? Pepper sat up from the couch she was lying on, vision bleary. She blinked the sleep from her eyes, though her vision wasn’t great regardless. Where were her glasses? She hadn’t worn her contacts last night. “I know I only had the one drink last night, so why…” she muttered before realizing. “Fuck! This isn’t my house!” Her outfit was completely intact; she couldn’t understand what kind of person would drug her and then just let her sleep on their couch. Unless someone rescued her? 

   She didn’t have much time to think about the details of it before she heard hurried, but soft footsteps approaching. She tensed, unsure of who she’d meet. A small boy with fluffy red hair and animalistic features padded up to her with a glass of water and a pill. She recognized it as ibuprofen after squinting to clear her vision slightly, shaking her head. “I’m allergic to that,” she said, gesturing to the pill. Wait a minute. That’s one of the guys she met last night, the redhead with the beastkin markings. He didn’t have his ears and tail out the night before, but she’d recognized it, of course. “You got us drinks last night.” Pepper was deadpan, staring at him. 

   “Oh, yeah, I think you got a little too drunk, so I didn’t want to just leave you on your own! Sorry about that.” 

   “No I didn’t. I only had the one drink that you gave me - okay, actually, first, give me my glasses. I don’t know where they are.” He clammed up, wordlessly handing her her glasses. She affixed them to her face, staring at him, scrutinizing. “You drugged me!”

   “W-wait, I can explain! I was going to drug the other guy, but you took his drink, and-” 

   “Okay, you see how that doesn’t make things better, right?” Pepper’s eyes drifted a bit, spotting the chain in the wall leading up to her ankle. Her jaw practically dropped, and her gaze turned back on the boy, cold and unforgiving. Boy, this guy sure made the wrong choice in taking her home and chaining her up like a pet dog. She bared her fangs, ears pinned flat against her head. “Let’s get one thing fucking clear. I am not some pet, and your days are numbered, buddy.” 

   “Woah! Getting feisty, are we? Don’t worry, we’ll fix that-” as he reached into his pocket, she lunged for him, knocking a remote out of his hand. It clattered to the hardwood floor, spinning away. Before he could reach for it she pinned his wrists with one hand and pressed down onto him with her full weight, reaching for it. 

   “Tell me what this does, right now.” She waved it at him, face in a snarl. He definitely looked like he realized his mistakes by this point, a girl at least twice his size or so sitting on him with his hands pinned. He struggled, but to no avail. He didn’t respond, though, eyes wild with a terror that he almost seemed familiar with. Those same eyes gave him away, though, as his pupils darted to look at her neck. She raised the land not holding his wrists to touch her neck, feeling cool metal. “... What is this? Tell me what it is!” 

   “I’m sorry!” He shook his head, thrashing against her hold. “Press the smaller button, the one that isn’t red, it’ll come off!”

   She followed his instructions, hearing a satisfying click as the clunky collar fell off, landing into her soft piles of skirts and petticoats. She and Ren stared at each other for a few brief moments before she broke the silence. “I meet another fox, and he’s depraved as all fuck, go figure,” she growled, watching him wince at the statement. “... If you move, I won't hesitate to kill you, got it?” She waited for an affirmative before letting go of his hands and working quickly to fasten the collar around his neck. “Wow, that thing’s ugly. Did you wear this thing all the time?” 

   “How’d you know?” He stammered out, turning his head away from her. 

“It fits you like a glove. Was it custom-made? I’ve never seen a shock collar like that one.” 

   A nervous nod followed her question, and he seemed to be more flustered than before at the compromising situation now that he wasn’t terrified.

   “Ohhh, so you’re a pet. Were you trying to regain control and become someone’s master? A dog’s a dog no matter what you call it, baby.” The realization was hilarious to her, and she was trying her hardest not to burst into laughter as she stood up. “Unlock this chain, and then we’ll see what happens, huh?” 

    He nodded and knelt down to unlock it as she slipped the remote into a hidden pocket. “Hmm.. it’d be a shame to just leave you here. You’re pretty cute, and you'd make a good pet, I think. I mean, if your past is anything to go off of. I can forgive your little fuck-up if you promise to be good!” 

    “You’re not mad?” 

    “Oh, baby, I’m livid.” Pepper grinned back at him. “But! I did say I’m willing to forgive you. Don’t worry, that collar is only temporary. I’ll get you something cuter. And…” she eyed his sweater and jeans. “I’ll also be replacing those. Now, do you have anything you want to bring with you? I’m not staying here.” 

    Ren blinked as if confused, seemingly not knowing how to respond. Pepper snapped her fingers at him and only then did he respond. “Wait, we’re leaving?”

    “Baby, keep up. What aren’t you getting? This house is nice, but it’s boring and ugly. Besides, I’ve got a shop to run, and I’m not giving up the sweet deal I get to also rent the building on top. Now, do you want to come back another day, maybe? Collect your things later?”

    “Oh, um, sure.” Ren seemed distracted and more timid than before. He spared a fleeting glance to a hatch that presumably led to a basement. He very obviously looked uncomfortable, and like he didn’t want to leave for whatever reason, but it’s not like he could object; he wasn’t in charge anymore. “Okay, let’s go, I guess. I’ll pick up my stuff another day.” 

    She held her hand out for him and he slowly took it, as if he’d never had his hand held before. She pulled him closer, intertwining their fingers and enjoying the blush that crept up his cheeks. Oh, this was going to be fun.