Chu Ling Feng

─•⋅⊰༻ Renjun ༺⊱⋅•─
─•⋅⊰༻ 03.23 | 25 years old ༺⊱⋅•─
─•⋅⊰༻ Human ༺⊱⋅•─
─•⋅⊰༻ Nurse / Healer ༺⊱⋅•─
─•⋅⊰༻ Cat Dad ༺⊱⋅•─

─•⋅⊰༻ WHO AM I? ༺⊱⋅•─

Renjun lives with a name that keeps borrowing him from one life to the next, a passport stamped with borrowed identities. His earliest memories are doors into strangers’ lives, doors that closed with practiced politeness and the scent of another world. He learns to memorize faces the way others memorize birthdays, as if mapping a constellation from fragments.On paper, Chu Ling Feng is the skyline that never quite fits Renjun, the mask he wears to survive the world. He carries both with equal grace, but the space between them—the memories—remains a locked room, guarded by a creed: Trust no one.The only constant is absence of lineage. Families leave behind folded notes and beds that never feel like home. They provide meals, uniforms, and a schedule, but not belonging. So he grows precise: a tidy apartment, a safe bank balance, a timetable for miracles. He learns to count on himself the way others count on a mother's voice at night.In his late teens, he becomes more than an artifact of someone else’s story. He enters healthcare as both vocation and oath: to heal neglect and mend what the world forgot to sew. Night shifts blur into dawns; study becomes a rhythm: work first, sleep later, save everything, explain nothing but the necessary.Graduation arrives as a quiet revolution. He moves through the ceremony with restrained warmth, knowing the triumph is earned through grit. On paper he becomes Renjun, though Chu Ling Feng still lingers in loans, credentials, and locked-life folders labeled “not yet.” Tools become sanctuary—a fortress of routine where each day has a boundary.In his late twenties, his life thrums with discipline. His rule—Trust no one—is an oath carved into necessity. Trust is measured as carefully as a nurse measures medication: margins, safety in numbers, and a self he rarely allows to breathe. Yet beneath the meticulous surface lies a compass turned inward, calculating to shield him from the vulnerability that once made him a patient of the world’s indifference.Renjun’s life is a map of what survives: whispered patient histories, memories he refuses to relinquish, and a stubborn rumor that one day the door behind him might open to a chosen family rather than one he never chose. Until then, he moves with quiet authority, attending to the world without surrendering his own.

─•⋅⊰༻ Personal Affairs ༺⊱⋅•─

From a very young age, Renjun has shown a keen interest in the sciences, particularly his fascination of the human body, so it was a no brainer when he decided to put himself through medical school. However, even with his crazy schedule, he had never let go of his passion for doing arts and crafts, and cooking as well.From when he was a student until now within the different hospitals and clinics he moonlights at, Renjun is the go-to guy for anything food related.He's grown quite a clientele as he occasionally takes orders for baked goods, pastries, or meals with his customers fully trusting him as he's built a name for himself this within and outside of his profession.

─•⋅⊰༻ Peculiarities ༺⊱⋅•─

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☾ OOC INFO ☽☾ GMT +8, PH☽
☾ 3RD POV / VERY DETAILED 1ST ☽
☾ SEMI PARA TO NOVELA ☽
☾ If you're only to give me one liners, do not bother to RP with me. ^^;;;☽
☾ Lost muse? Please tell me right away and don't string me along or make me wait. It's not the end of the world if you lost muse and I won't get mad. ^^v ☽
☾ MUSE: 10/10 ☽