ARISA SLOANE

“The chaebol heiress who escaped.”

Arisa Sloane was born into a world most people only ever glimpse through headlines—towering glass buildings, black cars waiting at every curb, and a family name that carried weight in every boardroom in Seoul. As the youngest daughter of a powerful conglomerate dynasty, her life was mapped out long before she could understand it: elite schools, strategic friendships, a future marriage that would look good on paper, and a position inside the company that would keep the empire intact.

But Arisa had always been restless. While her siblings memorized financial reports, she hid in unused rehearsal rooms with a borrowed guitar, fingers aching as she taught herself chords. Music, dance, and sketchbooks filled with half-written lyrics became her escape routes. She loved stages, but not the polished, corporate kind her family approved of. She wanted something raw, something that belonged to her.

The breaking point came quietly. One night, after yet another gala where she felt more like an accessory than a person, Arisa booked a one-way flight under a different name and vanished from the life that had been prepared for her.

She chose the Philippines almost on instinct, drawn by the warmth of the people, the coastal air, and the possibility of disappearing into somewhere vibrant yet forgiving. Here, she cut her hair, simplified her wardrobe, and introduced herself simply as Arisa. No titles. No last name anyone could trace.

In her new life, she became an indie artist, performing in small cafés and beachside bars, her soft Korean-accented English and gentle Filipino phrases woven into original songs played on an old acoustic guitar. Locals came to recognize her not as an heiress, but as the quiet girl with the soulful voice who sang about freedom, oceans, and starting over.

To make ends meet, she taught dance choreography at small studios and community centers, hip-hop in the afternoons, contemporary at night, earning a reputation for being patient, precise, and unexpectedly intense once the music started. Movement had always been her language, and in those mirrored rooms she finally felt in control of her body and story.

Yet Arisa’s independence came with hard realities. She refused to rely on family money, even if she could have accessed it with a single phone call. So she took work that offered fast cash and anonymity: performing as a strip dancer in discreet clubs after hours, and streaming as a camgirl under a carefully guarded alias. Online, she crafted a persona that was confident, seductive, and untouchable far removed from the obedient daughter she had once been.

To outsiders, her life might seem contradictory: indie musician by day, dance instructor by afternoon, erotic performer by night. To Arisa, it was simply survival and choice. For the first time, every role she played was one she had selected for herself.

She lives in a modest apartment near the coast, walls cluttered with guitars, thrift-store posters, and choreography notes scribbled in three languages. Some mornings she surfs before class. Some nights she walks home barefoot after a gig, salt in her hair and bruises on her knees, smiling anyway.

The world still thinks the youngest Kim heiress is missing. Arisa prefers it that way, strumming under fairy lights, teaching dancers to hit counts just right, and building a life that belongs to no conglomerate, no surname, and no destiny but her own.

likes: cats, dogs, flowers, playing guitar, photography, old-aged wines, pastries, cuddles, affectionate people, indoor/outdoor dates, sex.

dislikes: green peas, carrots, almond milk, rude and insensitive people, nonchalant, someone who chews loudly, super crowded places.

kinks & limits: to be discussed privately.

plots & pre-est: open for pre-est and always down to write plots. if interested, please send a direct message.

ooc: 26, she/her, has a full-time job so please expect sparse replies.

note: english isn't my first language.

disclaimer: this account is in no way affiliated with the real artist. this account is strictly for roleplaying purposes only.

dnf: if you are a minor; don't have your ooc age on your timeline; are a fan and or not an rp account; transphobic, problematic, homophobic; a grammar nazi; a drama seeker.