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☇ Full Name; Dante Reginold Xavier III ☇ Age; 24 ☇ Origin; New York- Upper East Side ☇ Height; 5'8 ☇Weight: 150 ☇Sexuality; Homosexual ☇Hair Color; Silver ☇Eye Color; Blue
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☇ My Life;
Dante’s story begins in a dark place, though he rarely talks about it. His mother wasn’t ready to take on the role as a parent. While she stayed mostly through his infant years, struggling with her place in his life, she eventually left. It was likely dramatic and heartbreaking for people who could understand the events. Yet the anxious and delirious struggle of a new parent coupled with postpartum depression had little meaning to him at the time. His father worked twice as hard as he should have to maintain a life for the two of them. Yet the long hours with still not enough money left them in a dangerous place. His father would put him down for the night, and leave him home alone while he went to work. Some nights Dante would wake up in the middle of the night, and scream in the empty house. He screamed and cried himself back to sleep. After about a week of crying out for countless hours, he eventually stopped when he realized no one is coming for him. When he was a toddler, he climbed out of his crib and was wondering about when he was found by the wrong set of hands. He was taken away from his father and placed in the hands of a foster home. His father was imprisoned for the felony degree of child neglect only to be killed in Prison. The circumstances of his death were vague and minimal.
Yet the horrific nature of Dante’s parents were only limited truths he couldn’t understand at such a young age. He was eventually picked up by his aunt and his uncle and lived in the dirty and sketchy streets of New York. When Dante was seven years old that he spotted a man who had been robbed, beaten, and left for dead in an ally. He helped the man back to his humble house and took care of him with his small collection of Batman Band-Aids, and extremely limited first aid knowledge. He even used a kitchen stove to cook the man a grilled cheese sandwich and in the smallest gesture of kindness Dante had gone to his room and handed the man his entire piggy bank to help him get back home. Dante even sat with the stranger and read from the few books that he had for a few hours. When the man was ready, he left, and Dante thought nothing of the moment. He assumed nothing would become of it, and didn’t know that his life was about to change forever.
He was unknowingly becoming the recipient of a massive fortune from an anonymous benefactor. All he knew was that the stranger had enrolled him in some sort of program that was going to open him up to better opportunities in life. He hardly had a choice in the matter as his Aunt and Uncle practically threw him into it. He ended up moving in with another family who ended up temporarily taking Dante in for the sponsorship program. He was taught the rules of first class society and how to be a gentleman Apparently such things meant relearning how to sit, stand, dress, eat, and even speak. He was given a dizzying amount of lessons from dancing, to horseback riding, etiquette, Latin and French, everything in between.
Dante might have been overwhelmed if it hadn’t been for the Rich Blood family’s son, Lance. Lance would often help him in areas he struggled, and they spent their down time bonding as friends might. Their relationship seemed so innocent at first, with watching movies together to lying awake at night talking about everything and nothing. It was hard to say when Dante started to feel so attached or when things stopped being friendly and became something more. He just knew that holding Lance’s hand or rested his head on the other’s shoulder felt so normal and- right. It wasn’t until the age of 15 that Dante first kissed him. It was a brisk autumn night, and Dante was about to sneak back to his room to go to sleep. He had told Lance good night, and as usual, they parted with a hug, but when they pulled away to kiss each other on the cheek there was a pause. Everything went still, and the consuming moment pulled their mouths closer. Their lips had lingered together until one of them had been brave enough to complete the kiss. Dante could remember the walk back to his room. He had felt so awake, and alert. His mouth tingled happily for what felt like hours, and he couldn’t stop blushing at the thought.
From there, things grew more intimate and the friendly gestures of hand holding and coy smiles across the table seemed to hold more meaning than they did before. It was inevitable how passionate their touching and kissing seemed to be. The whole house felt different to Dante, as every shadow and slightly hidden corner held some secret moment for him. He felt so swept away by the emotions, that he hardly considered the repercussions.
That was- until they were finally caught. Lance’s mother was furious. She came down rather hard on the both of them for their indiscretion. Their actions had incited her wrath. Dante’s time was so strictly regulated he hardly had time to breathe or go to the bathroom. The lessons became overwhelmingly harder, and his homework nearly doubled. He always felt as if he was being watched, and his welcome to family events and gatherings felt strained. He could feel the disapproval of his very existence in the air. Lance’s mother often made it a point to remind Dante of his less than appealing origins, as well as point out that someone like Lance was intended for greatness. Dante was being ‘rude’ by believing he was in the same league as any of them. He was no more than a ‘flea ridden dog in a tux’, as she might say.
He hardly felt accepted even at the dinner table, where he wasn’t allowed to speak to the other. He was so quickly isolated, remembering how alone he really felt when he realized he was being locked in his room at nights. He could only see Lance from a distance and knew any effort to get closer would be to no avail. He wasn’t all too surprised when he was finally sent away, with the warning that should he ever try to be near Lance again, his life would be ruined. It was shortly after he was given some sort of inheritance. He assumed it was from the Rich blood's family, and knew without words that it likely came with the condition that he not seek out Lance ever again. Lance’s mother might not have been able to lock him in his room at night, but paying him off to stay away from their child seemed logical if not anticipated. Little did he know it was from the Anonymous stranger he had helped all those years ago.
New to being on his own in New York, he took up working for Erwin who was a local millionaire. Dante managed his money and several aspects of his business. He was a glorified secretary and assistant left with a fair amount of authority. He made a point to operate in the city of Chicago, to help broaden and strengthen the reach of the business. He also helps with Erwin’s social events such as his charity functions, and galas. ☇ Personality;
Few know the true Dante, but perhaps most important is that he's passionate. Of course, he's also balanced, and kind hearted. Dante is loving and often puts others before himself. He is more reserved when it comes to opening up to people. He is rather kind, gentle, enduring and loyal. He has a quiet laugh and has an introverted character by nature. He is known for his long dreamy glances and soft smile. He is easily embarrassed and insulted. Many would consider him to be understanding, and thoughtful as he is not one to hold a grudge or be spiteful.
On many occasions, people will count on this and his responsiveness whenever they need help. He can be indecisive at times and has a quirk of talking to himself in times of frustration or stress. While he tries to be confident and self-assured, he can be a little inexperienced, and clumsy. This leads him to be a gullible, and oblivious to potentially malicious intentions. ☇ Likes;
+ Sentimental movies that make him cry
+ Sleeping naked in a cool room with plush blankets.
+ Feeling accomplished, successful, and appreciated. Dante always feels as if he is worth nothing until he manages a prove otherwise.
+ Dante loves being touched. He believes in the idea that as we grow old, our sense of smell becomes less acute; our sense of taste becomes less discriminating; our acuity of hearing diminishes; our eyesight needs enhancement, but touch does not change. He has always found comfort in the small things such as getting his hair washed, combed, pedicures, massages, and hugs to larger and more intimate moments of kissing, cuddling, and beyond.
+ Lance; as a childhood friend, Dante often thinks and remembers Lance fondly. Lance was not only his first kiss, but also his first love. Dante has a habit of comparing his relationship he had with Lance to other relationships in his life- a destructive habit that leaves him wanting for more.
+Taking care of people. As someone who grew up with nothing, Dante gains a tremendous satisfaction from helping others. ☇Dislikes:
- He hates it when people point out how he talks to himself. Not only is he aware that he has such a strange habit, but it also disrupts his process of working through his thoughts and feelings. He is embarrassed by the idiosyncrasy, and often times can’t help it.
- Dante throws a lot of effort into the things he tries to accomplish. He dislikes admitting his failures, as he tends to beat himself up for every little mistake. His entire life feels aimed at people trying to make him be better than what he already is, which he believes to be worth nothing if he fails.
-The Rain- it always makes him want to cry. There is something in the way the rain makes the world seem so dreary that eats him up inside. Naturally, it makes him feel alone, and think of moments in which he was often isolated. It is a concept with he struggles with often, but feels all the more apparent when it rains. ☇Fears; Thanks to the constant belittling and condescending comments, Dante has a deep fear of his step-mother. Since he thinks that she ultimately controls his fate, her power over him feels immense.
Among his deepest fears is being unable to find a partner. His first childhood love, Lance, left such an impact on him that it feels impossible to find a love as deep as the one as he had with the other. Without Lance, Dante feels truly alone in the world. A problem Dante struggles to fix.
He is also uneasy about being so openly gay, as he feels it is something others will look down on him for. He keeps his sexuality as much of a secret as possible.
☇ Full Name; Jaziel Felix ☇ Age; 27 ☇ Origin; Chicago, Illinois ☇ Height; 6’4” ☇ Weight: 230lbs ☇ Sexuality; Pansexual ☇ Hair Color; Black w/ a blue streak ☇ Eye Color; Blue
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☇ My Life; Jaziel's life hasn't been anything special. Like any other he was born to a pair of parents who loved him or in the very least attempted to. Well more like they kept him alive long enough for him to ditch them and take care of himself. Life with them wasn't all bad, there were good memories, but it was mostly crap. His father was always rode him hard, wanting him to do everything he was told like the perfect little whipping boy. His mother was an alright person but didn't do much raise him other than the basics. She fed him, clothed him and told him to listen to his father. At first he did his best to please them and be the son they wanted him to be. Yet the man was an awful drunk and little Jaz eventually realized that no matter what he did the man would never be happy with him. Thus began his rebellion. He started ignoring his father's drunken demands and occasionally got the belt for it. That's when he figured the less time he stayed at home, the less he had to deal with his family.
So he stayed out as long as he could, hanging around school or the park just messing around until it got too dark. Naturally he met a couple of other kids his age, Rick and Paul, and didn't have to spend his time alone. They were thick as thieves doing everything together. Being boys their type of fun was all mischief. From vandalizing walls, chucking crap into traffic and pilfering. The boys got into all sorts of trouble which only grew more brazen the older they got. High school years were a riot filled with skipped classes, failing grades, and a s**t ton of fights with his father. That full teenaged rage.
It got so bad that, Jaziel finally had had enough and just short of his eighteenth birthday left to be out on his own. Not only did he leave his parent's but he dropped out of school too figuring he could make his own way without a stupid diploma. Talk about optimistic. It was crap living from the start, no home, barely any cash and no means to make more. Jaz still had his friends but couldn't risk his parents dragging him back home. So he lived off the streets staying anywhere from shelters to abandoned building. It was rough living for a while there so much so that Jaz had to get his nose dirty. Stealing, scamming, and bumming got him enough to get by. He made more friends on the streets and eventually met some guys who offered him work. It was some simple muscle work, a little running here and there but was mostly just shaking down deadbeats to cough up their cash.
Not the most ideal line of work, but it got him a cut and enough to move him off the streets into a shitty apartment. His first major achievement since leaving home and it felt so good. The job got the better the more he proved himself. Jaz found he had a real knack for this kind of thing. He wanted to do more than shake down idiots and threw his hat into the fighting ring. Passion and talent however don't exactly translate to the same thing. He got the s**t beat out of him. It totally pissed him off and so Jaz started training himself in real disciplines than mere street thuggery. He improved, started making more money in his fights and began earning a reputation. He moved into a nicer place and set his sights for the pro circuit.
Of course that plan came to a bit of a grinding stop when Vivian showed up at his doorstep sporting a hell of a baby bump. Unfortunately it was his and she was keeping it. Who would have thought that hooking up with her one night after one of his successful fights would turn out like this. She'd sworn that she was on the pill or had one of those inserty things, gross s**t like that, but evidently something happened. That something turned out to be a baby boy. Fatherhood wasn't something Jaz ever wanted, not with the way he grew up, he didn't want to screw up a poor kid the way he'd been. Still he gave it a shot, not for Vivian -she was a one and done thing- but for the sake of the kid.
Paid Vivi cash monthly, was there for his birth and helped raise him for the first year. Then his baby mama got shifty on him and they ended up in a custody battle for the little tyke. Being the adult out of the two of them, Jaz settled out of court negotiating partial custody with full visitation rights. Probably the best he could do for the kid for now. While it had put a year long pause on his career, he is back at it hoping to catch the eye or a recruiter and go pro where the real money was.
☇ Personality; Jaz is what some would call rough all over. Most notably he is a fierce and temperamental young man who isn’t the least bit shy to speak his mind. Though he knows enough to know when to hold his tongue and when he can rip someone a new one. While he his looks might make him out to seem like a meat head of a thug, Jaz is actually rather keen, able to think quick on his feet and form solid strategies. That combined with his street smarts makes him a cunning individual who knows what he wants. He values recognition and fame, having a thirst to achieve a higher standing than what he was born into. Though he has a passion for fighting, he generally has no desire to harm people outside the ring unless he has to. That being said, Jaziel is also reasonably pragmatic, always opting for the best possible deal. Being an unexpected father he's learned the value of patience, softness and giving a s**t for someone other than himself for once.
☇ Likes;
☑ Horror flicks
☑ Skating
☑ Comfortable silences
☑ Listening to podcasts/people talking
☑ Physical Touch: be it fighting, sex or just hanging out
☑ The smell of burning wood
☑ Martial arts / Learning a new fighting style
☑ Moments of opportunity
☑ Competition
☇Dislikes:
☒ Being told what to do
☒ Talking during movies
☒ Wearing socks
☒ Obnoxious Know-it-all people
☒ Taking a loss
☒ Being underestimated
☒ Cold weather / being cold
☒ Alcoholic drinks
☒ His baby mama
☇Fears;
☠ Becoming a shitty parent
☠ Never making it as an MMA fighter
☠ Getting badly injured
☠ Losing full rights to his son
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☇; Emil James Hahan ☇ Age; 25 ☇ Origin; American ☇ Height; 6’1 ☇Weight: 197 ☇Sexuality; Bisexual ☇Hair Color; Blonde ☇Eye Color; Blue
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☇ My Life; Emil had everything that was expected of him. He had a company, more money than he could spend, and a fiance. Well- he had a fiance. That was until she left him awkwardly standing at the alter. As it turned out the pressure of marriage was too much for her, and beyond Emil’s knowledge, the pressure had made her had a fling with another. She ran off with him, and Emil was furious. His reputation was tarnished, and he was humiliated. Since then, he dated here and there finding no one worthy of his time. He gave up, investing in a timer. If he was to be married- it would be the one. He would wait, knowing how much he despised waiting with a passion. yet the thought that when the time was up- he would be certain of true love seemed to be a price worth paying. (Or so he hoped)
☇ Personality; Emil was raised to be a proper gentleman and learned to be very disciplined, and reserved.. However, there is a big difference between knowing how to have manners, and using them. Inside of Emil’s office, he is a strict, but calm and reliable CEO. Outside of his office, he is a short and impatient man. He is very stern and is not easily amused. He expects efficiency and results. He is very confident in his abilities and very decisive. He knows how to make up his mind and quickly. He prefers having a polished look and keeps most conversations methodical and brief. ☇ Likes; heart Efficiency heart hot black coffee heart White wine heart Passion heart Classical Music heart Clean environments heart Being in control ☇Dislikes:
X Mistakes
X Change
X waiting (For any reason)
X Dogs
X Being vulnerable ☇Fears; A Blank timer, Being alone ☇Anything else?; He is a secret Romantic~
☇ Full Name; Tulivarian Dresden Falor ☇ Age; Twenty Four ☇ Origin; Russian ☇ Height; 5' 9" ☇ Weight: 137 lbs ☇ Sexuality; Bisexual ☇ Hair Color; Dyed Sea Green ☇ Eye Color; Grey, but wears different colored contacts regularly
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☇ My Life; One mid-evening in late autumn Tulivarian was born, but not in a hospital like many other children. Nor was he even birthed in a cozy home either, rather he came into the world on the rolling hills of the country sheltered by deep forests. A peculiar start for an odd boy. Titian, his mother was foolishly traveling so close to her term simply to see the cirque that had been wondering by her home town. Fortunately enough members of the troupe were able to assist in bringing her healthy boy into the world. Since that day he and his mother never once missed when the cirque made its annual tour. It had become tradition and the troupe was more than thrilled to see how much the boy had grown. When he was old enough they even began teaching him a few of their tricks basic tumbles and balancing things. Young Tuli learned quick showing a surprising amount of coordination and balance for his age. Though it was all fun and games, his father didn't quite agree with the whole arrangement. However the big burly man was a sucker for his wife's sweet face and simply could not deny her or the boy who look so much like her.
The years passed and with each one Tulivarian grew more attached to the circus ignoring most of his studies for practicing tricks. While he wasn't failing anything, he certainly was not living up to his full academic potential. Instructors had begun calling and reporting that the green haired male had been falling asleep during class, misusing school equipment and causing scenes. Not to mention that Tuli was sent to the principal's office for cutting class and accidentally setting part of the front lawn of fire. While concerned, his mother found Tulivarian's talent endearing on the other hand his father was not amused. Displeased with his son, he forbid the boy from the cirque and all its activities. Initially the young Russian wasn't too bothered by the punishment and did his best to comply to please his father. Yet as the weeks turned to months his patience became strained. Tuli grew restless even with the gymnastics club to supplement his desire to perform and he found himself counting down the days til his birthday. Not because he was excited for a party or gifts or even that he would be turning fifteen. Like clockwork, it was around the same time the Cirque made its annual tour to their city one which he and his mother never missed.
When the day came it was anything but thrilling. Quite the contrary as his stern-faced father prohibited Tulivarian from attending the show this year. The man remained firm on this even against his lovely wife. It was hard ground to stand but the burly Russian man didn't budge an inch. Much to the mother and son's dismay the cirque came and left taking Tuli's patience with it. The next year had then turned into a game of how to best defy his father. Cutting class, acting out and leaving at all hours of the night was just the start. By the time the Cirque came around again the family was strained to the point of divorce. Feeling guilty about putting his mother through so much, Tulivarian took her to one last show together before he ran away with the cirque. He toured all over Europe twice and even got to see his mother again though she and his father ultimately separated. In an exciting trip he made it all the way to the Americas for the troupes first international showing. However in some complex mix up, the young Russian had been left behind by mistake. Being underage Tuli was placed into the legal system and had to live with a number of foster families. Headstrong as ever, he didn't stay long with any family and ran off once more. The cirque never returned for him or if they had he was unaware. Alone, Tulivarian made himself a living of shorts, performing in the park and occasionally gracing the cafe he mooches off of from time to time and cooks.
☇ Personality;
✔ Capricious: Tulivarian is rather free nature and being such tends to frequently change whether it be his mood, environment or opinion; its never the same for very long. In other words he's a fickle creature.
✔ Devious: indirect, roundabout and sometimes even underhanded, Tuli isn't always one to say exactly what he means. Usually its so he can get his way with out being noticed or simply put he just enjoys testing people.
✔ Selfish: Simply put, he cares only for himself, his wants, his needs, and always his way.
✔ Chaotic: Being as fickle as he is Tulivarian isn't one for organization, he enjoys the small surprises of a life in disarray. This way every day is something different, there's no routine or too much sameness that things become a bore.
✔ Overbearing: Dres can be a domineering individual when he craves attention or his attention his caught by another. He's rather arrogant and just doesn't know when to quit at times.
✔ Understanding: Despite his very many faults, Tuli isn't one to judge a person solely on what he sees on the surface. He may have his opinions but those are constantly changing the more insight he gains.
☇ Likes;
+ Traveling
+ Untamed nature
+ Sour / Bitter tasting food
+ Photography: natural shots are the best
+ Spicy and/or Peculiar Foods
+ Airbrush art: he has developed quite a talent for it
+ Entertaining / Showing off
+ Games: preferably board games or other face to face
+ High Places
☇Dislikes:
- Commitment: hates being tied down
- Being touched expectantly
- Birds: such cheeky little bastards
- Milk: its only good as a cooking ingredient
- Smoking: is an on / off smoker
- Organization: Likes to lead a chaotic life
- Children: nasty little buggers the lot
- Owing favors
☇Fears; Lightning. Believe it or not, but Tulivarian has actually been struck by lightning. However he pretty much asked for it performing in the rain. Not the most pleasant of things. As a result his right arm has retained an interesting scar
☇Anything else?;Being a street performer has its dangers so it goes with out saying that Tuli has indeed injured himself. On a number of occasions he's suffered cuts, bruises, mild concussions and naturally burns. The leaf band tattooed on the left side of his neck actually covers up the worse burn he's ever received though it hasn't deterred his passion for performing. However he can be rather self-conscious about from time to time.
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Draven Fox aka "Miles Long" ☇ Age; 24 ☇ Origin; Calfornia, USA ☇ Height; 6' 2.5" ☇ Weight: 170 lbs ☇ Sexuality; Hetero, Gay for Pay. ☇ Hair Color; Blonde ☇ Eye Color; Honey/Gold
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☇ My Life; Not much significantly special about Draven's life. Everything was pretty average if not boring growing up. He was first born to your average nuclear family who lived a modest, but comfortable life in the suburbs. His parents were a loving pair though a little on the traditional side. Drave's father was naturally the bread winner of the house; a quiet, stern no nonsense sort of man. His mother on the other hand was a stay at home parent, a loving house wife and the more kindhearted/nurturing of the two. Both his parents were raised in morally strong households thus they in turn raised their son the same way. Sure having to go to a catholic school wasn't exactly all that thralling once one hits their teens, but before that- for a long while- Draven was more than compliant with his parents lifestyle. Not to mention catholic charter schools were much nicer than the plain old public ones.
Drave was a good catholic boy, scarcely ever found his way into trouble, had high marks and always did as he was told. Yet the older he grew the more whole religious aspect got to be less and less enchanting. Chalk it up to watching the news too much or perhaps more likely a certain girl at his school. Puberty hit Draven hard and like Adam following his Eve, he too fell from the good graces. At least that's how his parents saw it as their son gradually began to violate the morals he was raised to uphold. It started out small, he'd skip a few classes, lie about where he'd been or what he was up to. Eventually he stopped attending church all together which in turn set off his father. Of course the man's stern attitude was no longer an effective deterrent for pure teenaged rebellion.
His behavior only worsened from there as he did things just to spite his d**k of a father all the more. Cursing, stealing and partying, he did it all. Even though he could see it breaking his mother's heart, there was no backing down from that man. Not one inch. Ultimately Draven crossed a line there was no turning back from being that he was caught in the worst possible way breaking one of his parent's most sacred rules. Pre-marital sex was a huge deal for them and the fact that they found out via a few amateur videos recording was all the more damning for him. Of course it was just as much a shock to Draven at the time being that the videos had been posted all over the school's page and thensome. That was the last straw for his parents who promptly kicked him out to fend for himself.
Being that Draven was eighteen there hadn't been much he could do about it except try to get his act together so he wouldn't die. Of course that was easier said than done considering that he'd also been expelled from school. A total suckfest. No support, no diploma, no damn luck. Still even though things ended up getting pretty bad, he had to admit he was pretty damn happy to be honest. After all there hadn't been much hope for him reconciling with his father anytime soon, might as well take this clean break for what it was. A damn blessing.
Somehow he managed to find himself a menial job delivering pizza for some late night joint (no fancy high school diploma needed). While not exactly fabulous, it paid the bills. Of course being that they were opened so late, Draven had gotten to meet some rather interesting characters during his deliveries. Go figure it was the very cliché way he started his career. Upon dropping off an order at what appeared to be some kind of studio, he caught one of the actor's eye in passing who stopped him briefly. The guy was nice enough even gave him a hell of a good tip both cash and opinion wise. In their brief meeting he found out that the guy had actually seen his fifteen minutes of catholic internet fame and was mildly impressed. He went so far as to suggest Draven ditch his current job for something better before handing him the studio's business card. Digital Playground, an adult film studio.
At first Draven laughed at the idea of it all, but as one bad day led to the next and before he knew it he was wandering in for an casting interview. The rest is pretty much history. Draven became a pornstar that very same day under the stage name Miles Long mainly doing the hetero stuff, though eventually go into the gay industry as well. Gay for pay as they say. Still finding love in the porn industry is a lot harder than people would think and after roughly six years of failed dating, Draven finally caved buying himself a Timer. Not that he actually expected it to work, still he was interested to see just who it would be at the end of the countdown.
☇ Personality; Outside of work Draven comes off as pretty aloof to most, though honestly it's just a very good front. Years in the porn industry has left him rather jaded when it comes to things like romance or even connecting with people. He's rather cynical in that respect and it take a long while before he really opens up. Though that may take some time as he likes to take things at his own pace and can be a bit defensive when pushed or ignored. Those who are lucky enough to get past his dismissive armor find that he is a fairly laid back kind of guy. Though most might call him plain lazy. Of course being in the line of work he is in it takes a lot of charisma and confidence to perform on film. Draven has that in spades- outgoing and playful, he's a typical stud. Catch is he has to be in the mood or motivated to show that side of himself.
☇ Likes;
√ Naps
√ Breakfast cereal
√ Soft things
√ The feeling of skin
√ Being naked or mostly naked
√ Lazy uneventful days
√ Swimming
√ The ocean & beach
√ Avocados
☇Dislikes:
x Being recognized
x Talking about work
x Being stared at
x Internet spam
x Spontaneous boners
x Relationships
x Being photographed (work excluded)
x Extra effort
x Cold weather
☇Fears;
◎ Never amounting to anything more
◎ Ending up in a meaningless relationship / being used just for sex
☇Anything else?;On a Friday - Blaqk Audio
Draven is allergic to some fruits including: strawberries, peaches and kiwis
☇ Full Name; Kyle Grey ☇ Age; Twenty-Three ☇ Origin; New York ☇ Height; 5'2 ☇Weight: 154 pounds ☇Sexuality; Homosexual ☇Hair Color;White ☇Eye Color;Red
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☇ My Life; While growing up, Kyle's childhood was anything but normal due to being born into a well off family. His father was the principal at the New York University while his mother was a kindergarten teacher. Since his parents were both well known in the community it drew a lot of attention to Kyle but his looks also played a part in this. People constantly complimenting and gushing about how cute he was caused him to become shy about his looks. His mother was a sweet, kind hearted woman while his father was an charismatic, narrow minded man who cared deeply about his reputation. Once Kyle hit middle school age, his father used his connections to get him into the best private school New York had to offer. No son of his was going to go to a common public school. Kyle didn't mind this since he genuinely thought his father had his best interests at heart in doing so. Since it was a new school, Kyle wasn't sure how well he'd fit in but in almost no time at all, he was the most popular guy in school. Especially with the girls. Unfortunately due to his shy and naive nature, Kyle failed to realize that it was his looks that played a major role in his popularity. It wasn't long before the most popular girl in school approached Kyle and asked him out. Without giving it much thought, Kyle said yes and the two began dating. Because of his shyness, it took a while for Kyle to be intimate with his girlfriend but she assured him that it was fine, much to his relief. They dated for a whole two months before sharing their first kiss. For some reason, it hadn't felt the way Kyle expected it too. He thought there would have been a spark or something but there had been nothing. This confused him but he shrugged it off, thinking it was just nerves or something. A couple weeks later, Kyle began noticing a change in himself. He was starting to become attracted to his male classmates and friends. At the same time his girlfriend was becoming less attractive to him.
He didn't understand what was going on but deep down he knew what was going on. He just didn't want to admit to himself. So he went to his best friend and confided in him about what was going on. He pretended to be surprised by the response he was given and tried to deny what his friend told him, not wanting to accept the truth. His friend sighed then kissed Kyle which instantly removed all the doubts he was having. He felt the spark he hadn't felt with his girlfriend and knew he couldn't lie to himself or feign ignorance anymore. He was gay. He dreaded telling his girlfriend but he knew he had too. It wouldn't be right to hide it from her. When he told her, she wasn't too thrilled about it.
Kyle didn't blame her for being upset and apologized profusely to her but this only added fuel to the fire. In her anger, she admitted that she had only been dating Kyle for his looks. She had never actually had feelings for him. This hit Kyle hard and as a result he became afraid to fall in love. How would he ever know if someone genuinely had feelings for him or if they were only interested in him for his looks? This thought caused him to avoid relationships. He focused on his school work. Music ended up becoming his favourite subject and as a result, this helped him discovered what he wanted to do with his life. He wanted to be a musician.
He told his parents this but unfortunately while his mother was supportive of his decision, his father was not. He strongly disapproved of Kyle's decision to be a musician and told him that it was not a wise career choice because of the low chance of success. Kyle argued with his father that there were a lot of successful musicians but he didn't want to hear it. He wasn't going to let his son potentially ruin his life and mar his reputation in the process. It was his way or the high way. This angered Kyle and he lashed out at his father. He couldn't believe that his reputation was more important then his future. To be more precise, the future he wanted for himself. He felt like an idiot for actually thinking his father had his best interests at heart. The whole situation caused a rift to form between them and Kyle wanted to drop out of school just to spite his father but he knew that would only cause more problems then it would solve. So he stayed in school and grudgingly let his father enroll him in another private school when he graduated middle school. Despite choosing to stay in school, Kyle still planned on becoming a musician. He wasn't going to let his father control his life. Since it was clear that he wasn't going to help him pursue his dream, Kyle knew he would have to take matters into his own hands. He wasn't going to let his father's disapproval deter him. There was another way to do what he wanted other then going to university. Youtube. It wasn't how he expected to start his career as a musician but he didn't really have a choice. He wasn't sure how to get started so he took to google to find out how to become a youtube musician. When he found out what he needed, he immediately set about making his dream a reality. He bought all the equipment he would need. A camera, lights, a mic. These were easy to obtain thanks to the monthly allowance he received. He hid them from his father of course. He also downloaded recording and editing software.
Now that Kyle had everything he needed equipment wise, he could take the next step. Learning how to play an instrument. Since he wanted to be musician, knowing how to play an instrument was a must. So he went to his music teacher and asked her if she would be willing to teach him how to play an instrument. She happily agreed and asked what he wanted to learn to play. Kyle pondered this for a moment before deciding on the violin. He was a quick learner and in just a few weeks, Kyle learned how to play the violin with ease. He thanked his teacher for all her help to which she responded that it had been an absolute pleasure teaching him. She had taught many students but only a handful had been as gifted as Kyle. Now that he knew how to play the violin, Kyle felt ready to upload his first video. He had all his equipment all ready set up in the recording studio his mother had bought for him as a present for his sixteenth birthday. For his first song Kyle decided to do a cover of A Lost Child from My Neighbor Totoro. With everything he'd learned, Kyle had little trouble getting his first video uploaded. Now all that was left to do was wait and see. Would people like his playing? Only time would tell.
A week passed and to Kyle's joy, his video already had a million views, along with two thousand subscribers to his channel. The success of his first video gave Kyle the confidence to keep going and he continued uploading videos. Since he was still in school, he was only able to upload once a week but he kept his fans entertained through snapchat, facebook, etc with blogs and such. This only helped him gain more popularity and by the time he graduated from high school, his amount of subscribers had doubled. Now that he was finished with high school, he could focus solely on his youtube career. His father still knew nothing of what he'd been doing and tried to get Kyle into the university he worked at but he refused his 'kind' offer and told him that he wasn't going to let him have anymore control over his life. He was going to do what he wanted. This angered his father but Kyle didn't give two shits. His father threatened to disown Kyle if he didn't listen to him which only made him laugh. He told his father to go ahead, that he was leaving and once he was gone he was going to cut off all contact with his selfish a**. He had already made plans to move to Chicago. He'd already bought a plane ticket and thanks to his mother's help, he had a place set up to stay as well. Kyle couldn't wait to be in Chicago and packed up everything he would need for the trip. When the day of his flight came, he was eager to get on the plane and away from his father. His mother came to see him off and wished Kyle the best in Chicago with a smile that showed how proud she was of him. She told him to stay in contact and with his own smile, Kyle reassured her that he would and hugged her before getting on the plane.
Once he landed in Chicago, Kyle went straight to his new place, eager to get everything unpacked. He knew there was no rush but he was just so excited. While he had been living in New York he could only make basic videos of himself playing his violin but now that he was in Chicago where his father couldn't interfere with his future, Kyle planned on taking his career to the next level. He had made a patreon and once he had enough funding from that, he planned on hiring a crew to help him make actual music videos. He also planned on taking acting, dance and singing lessons so his videos would stand out. He was mainly going to focus on his violin playing and dancing but thought singing was something he could do from time to time as well and would be a useful skill to add to his repertoire.
Its been five years since Kyle moved to Chicago and he's now one of the most popular youtubers on the net.
☇ Personality; Kyle is a energetic, cheerful, outgoing kind of guy. He's playful around people he's close too and easy to get along with. He's confident and not afraid to speak his mind in most situations. He almost always has a smile on his face and rarely ever gets mad. He's shy when it comes to his looks and tends to blush whenever someone compliments him on them or flirts with him. He's serious when it comes to his career and makes it a point to be careful of his actions in public. Despite this, he's not opposed to having a good time and enjoys knocking back a few cold ones every once and a while.
☇ Likes;
Dogs
Fruit (Peaches are his favourite)
Smoothies
Exercising
Beer
Singing
Dancing
Playing his violin
Fashion
His fans
Fireworks
His hair being played with
Cute things
Anime
☇Dislikes:
Scandals
Scams
Selfish pricks
Lying
Smoking
Tacky clothes
Begging
Coffee
Stupid internet challenges
Photo bombing
Narcissistic people
Drama
Horror movies/shows
Cats (he's allergic)
☇Fears;
Falling in love
Getting hacked
Getting injured
Something happening to the people he cares about
Someone hurting his dogs
Blood
☇Anything else?;
music note piercing on right ear
paw print belly button piercing
snake bite piercings
candy rainbow eyebrow piercing
his dog Taffy
his other dog Kyla
His online Username is Kaizen
When Kyle took dance lessons, he learned to do multiple different styles. Ballet, Jazz, Contemporary, Belly dancing, Pole dancing, Paso Doble, Salsa, Jive, and the Waltz.
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Alex Swayze ☇ Age; 23 ☇ Origin; Oklahoma ☇ Height; 5’3” ☇ Weight; 132lbs ☇ Sexuality; Homosexual ☇ Hair Color; Black ☇ Eye Color; Violet blue
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☇ My Life; Life was unfair. Even from the very start Alex was dealt a shitty hand. He wasn’t planned for, but his parents kept him out of some dumb moral obligation or pressure. They weren’t a good fit, fought all the time and had a lot of issues though they tried to keep their disputes out of his presence. It wasn’t glamorous but they were a family. At least for a little while. He actually never really had a chance to know his parents as they soon died in an accident when he was four. He was given over to his uncle’s care who didn’t in fact care for him at all. He was the worst along with that s**t stain of a son he was also stuck with. The man was a drunk and a gambler with a mean temper. Alex’s life was a constant bare minimum of living. Between his cousin and his uncle they kept him in his place. Belittling insults, hard chores and beatings were a regular part of his life. Didn’t matter if Alex did everything he was asked perfectly, the fact that he was even there, breathing in the man’s space as enough to piss his uncle off.
It was only after years of abuse and one final heartbreak that Alex finally got the courage to run away. Far far away. Being only 13 it was rough go finding how to survive on the road. He spent a lot of time sneaking rides in truck beds, eating out of fast food dumpsters and sleeping on late night buses. He actually managed to travel across several states before being picked up by police in Chicago for petty theft. He was sixteen and had no intention of being returned back to his uncle after all this time. So he gave them a fake name and didn’t give them anything more to follow up on. Thankfully his trash uncle never even bothered to report him missing. He was put into the system and sent to a group home. It was as shitty a place as where he’d left from so he tried not to hang around for too long. Fortunately he only had to skirt about the system for a little over a year until he turned eighteen.
Being of legal age, he skipped out to be back on the streets. It was a piss poor way of living but he survived by any means possible. Stealing and dealing drugs were risky so he avoided resorting to those if he could help it. For the most part he stuck to what he knew getting by hustling people and taking on stupid bets. He performed reckless tasks for people’s amusement and got paid for it. Though those tasks quickly turned sexual and for a while Alex sold himself to make some decent cash. Desperate times and it was easy enough. It wasn’t until someone actually took an interest in him that he left that lifestyle. The guy seemed nice enough, if not a little weird for wanting him in a romantic manner. Yet it was a place to live, the sex was decent and he didn’t have to sell his body anymore. Of course a relationship borne out of a street hookup was no real fairytale. After about a year or so it eventually turned toxic as Alex got back on his feet and started making a real life for himself getting out and relying on his boyfriend less. The guy turned into an overly possessive a*****e and despite his attempt to break up with the b*****d he just didn’t give a damn. Once again the runaway found himself at the end of a fist, beaten and ******** into complacency. To escape he shutdown emotionally and did what he had to make his supposed-to-be-Ex boyfriend happy. It was a miserable existence for a long while, another year maybe? He lost track of time stuck in their apartment with no one else to talk to. It hadn't been until the b*****d was pleased with him enough to relax his possessive hold.
It was then that Alex made his move, disappearing on the man and leaving the state for over a year trying his luck elsewhere. It didn't turn out so great. Especially when his ex suddenly showed up at the s**t hole he called home in Florida. Pathetic, alone and in heaps of debt from unpaid loans, just scraping by. Then it was the same old abuse and affection pressuring him to come back because he "loved" him. Of course Alex didn't buy it and while he went back, he gave his ex the slip upon arrival. Instead he ran into the obscurity of Chicago’s underbelly where he made the risky move of taking out a loan. Instantly he got back into the gambling scene, building up his skills along with a sizable debt. Eventually he left the small fish on the streets and set his sights on the real gambling circuits. Guess he’d actually picked up something useful from his shitstain of an uncle after all given that he had a bit of a knack with the cards and could count them fairly well. It went great for a couple years he was winning mid-sized gains, nothing exactly spectacular. Just enough to keep the sharks off his back and still make a living. It encouraged him to press his luck and play for higher stakes. Spending more and more and more...Problem was he didn’t know when to stop, nor was he very good with deadlines. Now Alex is late on his payments and stuck owing a s**t ton of money to multiple people who he had no real intention or means of paying back.
☇ Personality; ◎Stubborn: Alex doesn’t know when to quit while he’s ahead. He is confident in his own abilities and opinions to a fault. Even if he turns out wrong he’ll never admit to it openly. ◎Independent: Being practically on his own since he was a boy, the gambler learned quickly how to take care of himself. His trust of people is quite low so he does everything for himself despite any available assistance. ◎Jaded: Alex has had a shitty lot in life and has come to accept that that’s all he’ll ever get. He’s become pretty indifferent to most things when it comes to romance. He’s emotionally numb to those around him and will just go with whatever is easiest. ◎Pessimistic: no surprise, he comes to expect the worst out of life and doesn’t do himself or others any favors thinking otherwise. Things will always turn sour in the end. ◎Withdrawn: Being on his own for the majority of his life, Alex keeps to himself not being quick to trust anyone easily. He rarely opens up and constantly diverts personal questions with causal dismissals. ◎Playful: Despite his rough upbringing. Alex is a friendly person who enjoys life’s freedoms unapologetically. He's not afraid tease and flirt those he comes to like. ◎Adventurous: Alex loves exploring what’s out there and trying new things when he can. He isn’t afraid to put himself out there action wise and is willing to do something at least once.
☇ Likes;
*Lakes / the outdoors
*Getting that winning bet
*Cheating the system
*smoking
*A good lay
*Living in the moment
*Learning a useful skill
*Drawing
*Food and Sweets
☇Dislikes:
-Violence
-His Possessive Ex
-Mirrors / seeing himself
-Debt collectors and late notices
-Being controlled
-Liars
-Christianity
-The cops
-Bad run of luck
-Being used
-Cold weather
☇Fears;
X Being trapped
X His Ex tracking him down again
X Being Sent Back to his Uncle
Romance; Actually growing to care for someone agian
☇Anything else?;
Alex has a tattoo on his hip of a ring of goldfish and a lotus (naturally it was part of a bet)
☇ Full Name; Neil Briar
☇ Age; Twenty Seven
☇ Origin; Chicago
☇ Height; 6'2
☇Weight: 160 pounds
☇Sexuality; Homosexual
☇Hair Color;Mint
☇Eye Color;Mint
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☇ My Life; Because he was put for adoption as a infant, Neil had no memories of his real family and up until middle school he was convinced that his adoptive parents were his actual parents. They told Neil that he was adopted because they felt he had a right to know but to his parents surprise he had already knew. It was pretty obvious considering that he didn't look like either of them. It didn't bother him to discover that he was adopted. They were raising him in a kind, loving manner so he had no reason to be upset over it. This came as a relief to his parents but when Neil asked about his real family, they were at a loss for words. They didn't know much about them but told him what they did know. That he had a younger brother. This came as a surprise to Neil and he asked about his brother but unfortunately they didn't know anything about him. This came as a disappointment to Neil but he didn't let it get him down. Just knowing that he had a brother out there somewhere made him happy and he hoped that he would get the chance meet him someday. After that, Neil became much more optimistic and faced everyday with a smile. This continued up until he entered high school.
His first few weeks had started off fine. He had made a few friends and his teachers liked him due to how diligent he was in regards to his school work. He was also popular with the girls and most of his fellow students. He didn't let this get to his head and treated everyone in the way he would want to be treated but despite this there was one student that had it in for him. They were jealous of Neil and attempted to bully him but he didn't give them the satisfaction. Little did he know that this wasn't the best way to go about it. Ignoring them only served to piss them off and they started going beyond your typical bully behavior. They started by threatening to make Neil's life a living hell but he brushed them off, not taking them seriously. This only served to make matters worse and they acted on their threat. They started with Neil's car. They broke the windshield and flattened his tires. Neil went to the principal of course but unfortunately they couldn't do anything without proof. Things only got worse from there. They broke into Neil's locker and planted drugs in it which got him into trouble when there was a locker inspection. He was suspended for a week and by the time he came back to school there were rumors circulating that Neil was a drug addict. Neil couldn't believe that people actually believed the rumors and was quick to confront the one who had started them. They tried to feign innocence but Neil could tell they were lying through their teeth and without a second thought, he punched the smug grin off the a*****e's face. This resulted in a fight starting between them. To his tormentor's surprise, Neil was stronger then he looked. He quickly gained the upper hand and nearly beat his tormentor within an inch of his life. A teacher had been informed of the fighting and was quick to put a stop to it before Neil could deal another blow. They were shocked to see the state of the unconscious student and Neil was brought before the principal to speak for his actions. Neil was honest and told them that his tormentor had been the one who'd planted the drugs in his locker the week prior to his suspension. As well as started rumors about him being a drug addict. This came as a shock to the principal but he couldn't overlook the fact that Neil had nearly beat a student within an inch of his life and had no choice but to expel him. Now it was Neil's turn to be shocked. His parents were called and they were appalled by what they were told. Not to mention disappointed. They came to the school to pick Neil up and after that day his life was never the same.
He was charged with assault and was forced to go to juvie since he was still a minor. Neil felt that his life had hit rock bottom at this point and he didn't see the point in trying to correct it. While in juvie he purposely got involved with the wrong crowd and started doing the very drug that he had been planted in his locker. Marijuana. Things only went down hill from here and once he got out of juvie, he was given community service to do but didn't and started running with a gang instead. They only committed minor crimes, like stealing, vandalism, etc. This was enough to get Neil put back into juvie two more times. This didn't help correct his behavior and once he was released, he returned to his gang. He discovered that they had moved up from petty crimes and had started dealing drugs. They had also committed murder. Neil didn't want anything to do with them upon learning that but unfortunately for him they weren't going to let him go since he knew what they had done. Neil tried to assure them that he would keep his mouth shut but that wasn't going to cut it. He had to die, that was the only way out for Neil. He wasn't going to let that happen. He attempted to fight them which resulted in him being stabbed. He thought this was what it for him but suddenly thoughts of his brother flooded into his mind. The brother he didn't even know. He hated to admit it... but he had forgotten about him up until now. These thoughts renewed his resolve and he managed to escape with his life.
After this life changing moment, Neil wished things could go back to normal but he knew that was impossible for him now. He didn't feel that he could return to his parents either. He was sure they were even more disappointed in him then they were before. So he ran away and started doing underhanded things to get by. He stole, dealed drugs, whatever he could to get money. In doing this he attracted the attention of the cops but that was only natural. He never once got caught though and it was his skill at evading the cops that earned him the nickname, Dash. He also gained a reputation from all the illegal things he did. It was his reputation that attracted the attention of the biggest loan shark in Chicago. One day while he was outside smoking a joint, he was approached by a middle aged man who wanted him for his loan shark business. This didn't come as a surprise to Neil but he was a bit iffy about his offer but when the man told him that he would make more money being a loan shark then a drug dealer, Neil was sold. The man chuckled, amused at how quickly the boy changed his mind. He took Neil under his wing and taught him everything he needed to know about the loan shark business. Neil picked it up pretty quickly and in no time at all, he became the best in the biz. The old man held Neil in high regard and passed the business onto him when he retired. Neil took his new position very seriously and promised the old man that he wouldn't regret his decision. In the present day, Neil's loan shark business is booming and he's living a much better life then he used too. He hasn't forgotten about his brother and thinks of him everyday, still hoping that he'll cross paths with him.
☇ Personality; Despite his line of work, Neil isn't a total a*****e. For the most part anyway. He's a caring guy but if your late paying back a loan expect to get your a** kicked. He isn't above making threats or breaking a few bones to get his message across. Especially if the client gets violent or makes bullshit excuses. He usually settles things peacefully if he can. He tends to get impatient easily but can remain calm in most situations. He's stubborn as can be and doesn't give much away about himself. He's also blunt and has no problem speaking his mind. Last but not least, he's mischievous and enjoys teasing those he's close to. The type of teasing depends on his relationship with them.
☇ Likes;
Smoking
hard liquor
blue roses
playful teasing
sweets
baking
helping his friends/family
motorcycles
crime dramas
sleeping in the nude
flirting
video games
☇Dislikes:
Lying
idiots
arguing
coffee
loud noises
careless actions/behavior
cold weather
nosy people
late payments
knockoffs (of anything)
messes
dumb mistakes
☇Fears; Something happening to the people he cares about, losing the trust of those he considers important to him
☇Anything else?;blue rose tattoo on his left forearm
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Luis Weiss
☇ Age; Twenty-seven
☇ Origin; Los Angeles
☇ Height; 6'
☇ Weight: 135 lbs
☇ Sexuality; Homosexual
☇ Hair Color; White
☇ Eye Color; Green
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☇ My Life; While growing up, Luis lived with his mother, father and younger sister. His mother was a kind and warm hearted woman. His sister was innocent and open minded. His father on the other hand... was an overachieving perfectionist who always put more then necessary effort into everything he did and tried to drill his lifestyle into his son. It didn't work though and only served to put a rift between them. Luis didn't understand why his father was pushing so hard for him to be perfect. Why couldn't he just accept him for the way he was? Sure he was laid back and took things in stride but that didn't mean he slacked off. He did well in school and always did everything to the best of his ability but for some reason that wasn't good enough for his father. He wanted him to be better then the best but for Luis that just wasn't possible. One day, Luis and his father got into an argument that only put more strain on their relationship. His father tried to force his ideals on him again by sending in an application for him to a college that Luis had already showed no interest in. Luis raised his voice at his father, telling him that he had already chosen a college to go to and nothing he did would stop him from going. His father scoffed at him and asked him which college it was. With no hesitation, Luis told him and stared his father down with a serious expression. When his son told him the name of the college, Luis's father shook his head and couldn't help the chuckle that slipped from his lips. He mocked his son for wanting to be a doctor, telling him that it was an impossible dream.
That was the last straw for Luis. He wasn't going to take his father's crap anymore and as an act of rebellion he stole money from him and got a tattoo. One of the things his father despised most. He'd always thought tattoos were unprofessional and that anyone who had one would have a hard time getting a proper job. Luis was going to prove him wrong. This of course, angered Luis's father and he threatened to cut him off. Now it was Luis's turn to scoff and he told his father that he didn't need or want his money. He had everything covered and didn't want his father's help. After that day, Luis and his father rarely spoke to each other and the past few weeks were hard on his mother. His father had begun taking his anger out on her and at first it had just been yelling but he soon became violent and had begun abusing her. Luis wasn't going to stand by and let it continue so he went up against his father to stop him, knocking him out so he couldn't hurt her again. His father's actions resulted in him being taken away by the police, much to Luis's relief and he was glad that they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. He had never imagined that his rebellion would cause his father to hurt his mother. His father had been kind when Luis was younger, so he couldn't understand why he had changed so drastically. Luis partly blamed himself for his mother getting hurt but she assured him that it wasn't his fault and hugged him and his sister to comfort them despite her injury.
A week later, the day of Luis's graduation had arrived. It was a busy and exciting day for him. His mother and sister attended the ceremony, unable to hide how proud and happy they were as they watched Luis walk up to get his diploma and scholarship. Now that he had graduated, Luis could finally get started on his path to become a doctor. The next few days after his graduation, Luis was busy packing for his flight to Chicago, the place where his college was. When the day came for him to leave, Luis's mother and sister saw him off. The farewell was heartfelt and full of emotion as his sister and mother told him how proud they were of him and wished him good luck on his studies. They all shared one last hug before parting ways with each other. It was finally happening. His first step towards his dream. His studies during college were harder then anything thing he'd had to do in high school but he kept with it and didn't let himself get discouraged. His determination and hard work paid off and upon graduating, he received his degree went straight into his residency training. This took six years to complete and he's now a fully certified doctor at the Mercy Hospital and Medical Center.
☇ Personality; Luis is a laid back, down to earth guy. He's grounded and isn't afraid to speak his mind. He cares about everyone in his life equally and will always have their back no matter what. He takes his job as a doctor very seriously and always treats every patient to the best of his ability. He hates seeing people doing things that damage their health and won't hesitate to scold/give them s**t for it whether he knows them or not. He can be a bit salty if someone doubts his skills as a doctor because of his tattoos but will still treat them none the less. He also tends to be a bit smug sometimes when someone compliments him but never lets it get to his head. He's flirtatious as well and has no problem making his feelings known if he likes someone. If he's annoyed or angry, he'll swear/talk in german but doesn't normally speak it to someone unless they know german.
☇ Likes;
Mystery novels
Piano and violin music
Cooking
Walks at night
Star/moon gazing
Wine and fruity alcohol
Fruit sweets
Animals (tigers are his favourite)
☇Dislikes:
Rain
Chocolate (in general)
Smoking/vaping
Violence
Horror movies
Loud noises
Discrimination
Nosiness
☇Fears;
Someone dying under his care
Someone he cares about getting hurt
Bugs (hates spiders most of all)
Drowning/Water (he can't swim)
☇Anything else?;
Blue tiger tattoo on his right shoulder
Moon and star tattoo on his chest
Four star tattoos across his collar bone
Luis has a pet cat named Liza
He also has a pet bearded dragon that he named Tang
He plans on getting more tattoos
He's a cardiovascular surgeon
He's also a neurologist and is in the middle of his neurology residency
☇ Full Name; Yulian Maksim Zalesskaya ☇ Age; 25 ☇ Origin; Yoshkar-Ola, Russia. ☇ Height; 5’9” ☇Weight: 130 ☇Sexuality; Demisexual ☇Hair Color; Violet with the underside dyed pink ☇Eye Color; Blue
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☇ My Life; Yulian was technically an only child though with the amount of cousins he was surrounded with he never felt lonely and considered all of them as his brothers and sisters. His life was fairly calm and happy, at least for the first five years, the first misfortune came with the loss of his eyesight, which seemed to happen almost overnight, there one moment and gone the next, with it came a burning sensation that no amount of crying or eye washing could solve and so with some reluctance he was taken to the hospital. A car ride that seemed to take such a long time and all he could really remember beyond the throbbing pain behind his eye was the quiet murmur of his mother’s voice, the way the sunlight through the window turned her dark hair to an even brighter shade of purple and if he pressed his face close to her neck he could smell the rose water that she used to perfume the soft strands. It was this that he held onto more than the actual trip into the hospital, where his mother spoke softly to him, sung him countless lullabies until the sedative took effect and when he awoke he was home. The pain was finally gone and he was curled up in his mother’s lap as she knitted a scarf for one of his cousins. Winter was right around the corner, he never asked what happened, touching his face once even at such a young age told him well enough what had been done. Why then had mother cried so much that night? Yulian had foolishly thought it was because of his eye and the loss of it since medical bills weren’t cheap and they were just barely getting by with what they had, he’d been too young to know what lay in store for him.
Overtime as he grew older Yulian began to see less and less of some of his older cousins, His mother had him focus on his schooling while his cousins, at least the ones who had graduated got jobs and brought back what they could to ensure they all could stay together. The bill for his eye had been paid off long ago but now new debts loomed, ones that he wasn’t made aware of until his sophomore year of high school and the arrival of his grandmother one frigid winter after the morning snowfall. To come up with the equivalent of three months rent to pay for repairs, or they would lose the house in its entirety and be forced to relocate in the middle of winter, there was no possible way they could do it on their own, he had no money beyond what the school gave him each month which wasn’t much beyond what he used to pay for food and his mother could not work since she was still recovering from a recent bout of pneumonia. It was gramma who had saved them, coming all the way from America, she told them stories about such a place while Yulian and the others rushed to unpack her bags and she in turn tended to her sickly daughter nursing Yulian’s mother back to full health.
Pooling all their resources together and making food stretch as much as possible was what allowed them to survive the winter and once spring arrived and her daughter had recovered from her illness. Yulian was told that they would stay within the home until he finished high school and then they would all be traveling back to America, he had been sad at first but that soon gave way to excitement the closer the day arrived. The day of his graduation they had a party, and Yulian danced and ate until he was nearly ready to collapse from exhaustion. But it was the happiest he had been in years, nearly everyone was smiling and although he did catch his mother crying she assured him they were tears of joy since after the hospital scare she had been so terrified he wouldn’t live to adulthood.
A few days before they were scheduled to leave, right on the cusp on spring turning into summer, Yulian would experience the last misfortune that would taint his thoughts of ‘home’. They weren’t rich, and were in fact teetering on the edge of being homeless even with gramma’s kindness, and still someone saw fit to break into the house in the middle of the night in search of something valuable to sell. The memory always comes back to him in flashes; the sound of glass breaking, his mother’s scream, the sensation of something wet and warm dripping down his face, sticky on his skin but knowing it wasn’t sweat from the stench of copper. And then his grama’s gloved hands as she uncurled his fingers one by one from around something heavy that clattered to the ground but it barely registered over the roaring in his ears and her telling him not to look. But he wasn’t looking at what had been taken from him by a desperate thief no, he was staring at what he had caused. The mess of red that splattered the wall.
That was one of the many deciding factors to take him away to America, as well as a small handful of his younger cousins, the others didn’t want to leave but promised that this house would be burned down. The funeral was surprisingly quiet aside from the chirping of birds and Yulian found that for once he couldn’t cry, not a single tear was shed even as he said goodbye to his home and hugged each of his cousins in turn. He didn’t even say anything as they set his childhood home ablaze that warm summer morning, his grandmother had even feared he’d gone mute as he did not utter a word for the first few weeks they were in America, that was until he started school yet again and came home filled with all sorts of stories about the people he had met on the college campus, she could still see the darkness that marred him, it wasn’t something she could fix or wish away no matter how much she wished it. But maybe some day someone would be able to.
☇ Personality; Yulian is actually a very calm person, he isn’t very quick to anger though he can be jumpy at times. Often prone to hyper focusing on his work, it can seem like he is ignoring someone only to repeat what they asked or spoke per verbatim. Shyer than most would expect, he tries to blend into the backround only to fail miserably, he’s terribly at first impressions and tends to ramble when nervous which is often or subconsciously bit his nails. He treats all of his clients equally and brushes off most insults knowing that his appearance is not what most expect when they think of a mortician but given how well he does his work many are quick to swallow back whatever they had said upon the first meeting. The living and the dead should be treated equally and he really doesn’t care what others think of him. Given how introverted he is most tell him that its very hard to determine if he is actually happy or not as his neutral expression seems akin to agitation with how stiffly he holds himself? ☇ Likes;
✦ Lightning and Rain.
✦ Violins(Really all string instruments but violins are his favorite).
✦ Sweet food.
✦ Pink.
✦ Bubble baths.
✦ Big meals.
✦ Museums.
✦ The Ocean(He loves to swim) ☇Dislikes:
☒ Thunder.
☒ Eating alone.
☒ Staring.
☒ People mocking his accent or speech.
☒ Having to sleep. ☇Fears;
Anything bad happening to his family.
Being sent home.
Flying(He went on a plane to come to America and hated it the entire time).
Bats.
☇Anything else?;Yulian knows German, Russian and a bit of French but won’t speak any of the languages in public.
He can waltz and does so often, though, only at home.
Although very shy about it, he taught himself to sing opera and likes using the bathroom or kitchen for the best acoustics.
He wears a fake eye but he won’t say which eye is false.
Yulian has a thick accent that is most pronounced when he speaks English and he tends to forget common English words and will try to replace them with others which results in very confusing conversations.
He works as both a Medical Examiner at the hospital alongside his occupation as a mortician to balance out his time with both the living an the dead.
Yulian has insomnia due to chronic nightmares
Although it never comes up in conversation all that much, Yulian does have a rather severe allergy to certain foods mainly: shellfish, citrus, and almonds.
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☇ Full Name; Jayden Devon Rickman ☇ Age; 24 ☇ Origin; American- Chicago ☇ Height; 6”0 ☇Weight: 187 ☇Sexuality; Pansexual ☇Hair Color; Brown ☇Eye Color;Golden
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☇ My Life;
Jay was a typical boy. He was fearless, energetic, and more often than not he was dirty. He loved to play in the mud, pester the bugs as they attempted to live peacefully in the garden, and jump off of anything he could climb on. He would dig in cupboards and drop whatever he could find in the toilet. He grew up with scratches and bruises as a fashion accessory. In grades school, it was only a miracle that he sat still long enough to learn anything. He was suspended off the bus, for failure to remain in his seat, and his mother was none too happy with him.
She was an average mom, working as many shifts as she could at the local dinner. She was always on her feet, and while she plastered a smile while she worked, she was more than often too tired to pretend for Jay. Her tone with him was often an exasperated and tired one, which usually was enough to make him feel guilty enough to behave. After school, he would walk to the dinner, and sit at a booth by himself while his mom rushed around trying to please everyone who beckoned for her attention. When the dinner was extra busy, Jay would go play outside, or snoop around the kitchen. It was only the beginning for his interest in cooking. He used to like the energy and rush that a kitchen pushed through, and the smell was even better.
In middle school, his mother allowed him to play sports and like most boys' Jay was instantly drawn to Football. He found his place running around, and hitting the other boys, but after something of a fight with one of the other players that ended in Jay giving another kid a black eye, Jay was politely asked not to come back. It was clear then that Jay was not much as a team player as he had hoped to be, and was forced into a more solo physical activity. It was then he fell in love with swimming. He swam for the rest of middle school, and throughout the summer.
As he started his first year of High school he was already good enough to make the varsity team. That was also when he met Demyan Ludmila for the first time. They shared a few classes together and knew each other by association. It was hard not to know Demyan, for his grades were always number one when grades were posted, and Jay’s charismatic personality and jock influence made his name nearly equally as well known.
Jay’s father died in his sophomore year, and with his death came a slump in Jay’s life. All he wanted to do was swim, but his grades were plummeting, and his will to pay attention in class was jaded. His mother had oddly enough hired Demyan Ludmila to tutor him. While the other male did his best, Jay couldn’t find himself to pay attention to him either. At least at first. Demyan Ludmila had offered him a gift card for ice cream, or even a pair of swim goggles if he paid attention, and Jay after some reluctance agreed. They spent several hours after school together, and after some time, Jay grew to enjoy the other’s company. After he passed a few of his classes with acceptable B grades, Jay had decided that these next semester that things were going to be different. In exchange for Demyan’s service, Jay’s reward at the end was going to be that Deem had to kiss him. Sure enough, as Sophomore year came to an end, it was the beginning of his first love.
Throughout the junior year, Jay continued to see Demyan, but for more than school related lessons. Jay had a secret personal goal to undress Demyan in nearly every corner of the school he could find. He was addicted, but the social environment they thrived in wasn’t so understanding of such homo-based relationships. So they kept it a secret. Whenever they found themselves alone, Jay was there stealing hot eager kisses and needy caresses.
Of course, their first time didn’t happen until winter break. Deem’s parents went off on a holiday vacation, and Jay had come over to keep him company. It had all started under the mistletoe, a simple kiss, coupled with a few more, and then another- and another. The whole thing had escalated until Jay found himself naked and in front of the fireplace, with Deem underneath him. That’s when Jay felt it in his heart, he loved Demyan. He didn’t have the courage to say it until after spring break when all the school was bickering about the Jr. Prom. Of course, Jay had asked Deem- under the condition they go as ‘bro’s’, and nothing more.
Of course, that had upset Jay to no end. It made him feel as if Demyan was ashamed to be who he was, or rather- ashamed of who he was with. They had gotten into something of a heated argument about it, and neither of them had attended. Jay was perfectly fine with coming out, but Deem was still insistent they hide it.
They were back to their secrets as the Senior year came, of course at a slightly different level. There were a few days that Jay couldn’t stay away, and it resulted in a hot and heavy session in a bathroom, P.E Storage closets, the locker room, an empty classroom or two, and an empty music practice room with those wonderfully soundproof walls. They had almost managed in the library, but Deem wasn’t so great at keeping quiet, and they were forced to run before too much happened. Finally- Championship for his swimming team came, and it was one of the few competitions Demyan managed to come to. While Jay had only come in second, their school had still won. It was when everyone was gone, and the pool was empty that Demyan had finally said those three magic words. Jay’s spirit soared, and he had pushed Demyan right into the pool. It was a perfect excuse to take the wet clothes off of course. They went to Senior prom together, but only as "Bro's", a defeat Jay was willing to accept this time.
As Graduation came, Demyan went on off to a prestigious school, and Jay had gotten a job at a local burger joint as a cook. That was when everything changed. Demyan was far away, but that didn’t stop Jay from making the 5 hr drive as often as he could afford. Of course with holidays, weekends, typical traffic and construction it was often times 7 hours. The first year of college was rough. Just because Jay had made the drive didn’t exactly mean that Demyan wasn’t busy, or was free to be with him. Demyan’s grades were wavering, and Jay was going into debt trying to make ends meet while still making the journey see Demyan as often as he could. It was the spark that began the fall of Rome. They were fighting more and more- Demyan's grades, his lack of time- and the overwhelming effort Jay put into trying to see him. They had one large explosive fight that had ended in very rough and angry intercourse, but it was in the whispers of darkness that Demyan had ended it for good. Jay had stormed out, angrier than he had been in the fight.
He got in his car, sped off, and the tears came. He cried the whole way home, and when he reached his broken down apartment, he crashed in his bed weary and defeated. He called in sick as many times as he was allowed, and when his boss threatened to fire him was he forced to pull himself together. When he emerged, he was heartbroken, bitter, irritable and impatient. It was only a matter of time before he was fired, and forced to look for work elsewhere. At 21, Jay thought his life was over. He was at an all time low and drinking a lot. His life was a blur, and he watched as everything he every owned was pawned off. It wasn't until he had nothing but his father's guitar that he finally had an epiphany.
He turned his life around, making money by performing on the streets, and in his down time going to AA meetings. It was while he was performing in a subway that he met Tuli. Tuli swept him away and was a beautiful light at the end of a very dark tunnel. Jay felt himself falling for Tuli in ways he couldn't describe- but the scars from Demyan ran deep. The more and more he grew to love Tuli, the more anxious his heart grew. He never realized how scared he was to get attached. In the end, he ended up kissing someone who meant nothing to him. At the time Jay didn't realize he was self-sabotaging but the damage had been done- and Tuli never forgave him.
In order to recover from another failed relationship, and grieve, Jay promised to get away from Tuli's normal performance areas and travel to other parts of the city. He poured himself into his music, and now that some time has passed- Jay in returning to his part of the city. It is when he realizes Tuli moved on that he will be inspired to get his own Timer.
☇ Personality;
Jay is fun loving, witty, sarcastic and above all lackadaisical. He is great at being the comic relief during hard times, and can make light of nearly anything. He was a wonderful sense of humor that isn't often appreciated by everyone. He is the last person you want to threaten with a good time and is no stranger when it comes to sleeping around. He can be lovable, and flirtatious, but not one to count on as far as commitment. While his flaws often include being late and laid back- he is capable of getting things done. Sometimes it just takes a little bit of a push. He has a lot of potential but has a method of self-sabotaging himself.
☇Dislikes:
X Talking about his fathers death
X Talking about his time in AA
X Cheap tips
X Feeling less like a person for not getting a 'real job'
☇Fears;
- Falling in love and getting his heart broken again
- The eventual death of his mother
- Getting into debt again
- Being unable to settle down
-Something happening to his fathers guitar
-The possibility of dying the way his father did
His mother, whom worked all her life to serve people, and the chefs at her restaurant that let him watch them cook from time to time.
His father was a great musician, and it is his talent that pushes Jay to be better.
It is his broken heart has always been the soul to his beautiful lyrics, and the driving force of his music.
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He loves more passionately, and more deeply then he lets on.
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- Face Claim is: Ookurikara
- HIs most prized posession is his fathers guitar
- He's totally a Mama's boy
-He has a few piercings, one one n****e, on his hips, and and the other in a very intimate place. Tattoo and Peircing Layout
☇ My Life; There isn't anything outstandingly spectacular about Tarik's up bringing. His parents were your standard upper middle class fair that were too busy providing for the family to actually care of it. So naturally he had spent his years away in boarding school and occasionally found his way home for the summer. With out having much to do during those long summer days, Tarik made good use of guitar his parents had given him one year as a gift. It easily became his favorite and as he grew older he found himself forming a band with several of his boarding school roommates for which they called themselves Tiger in the Zoo. He naturally played guitar and occasionally provided backup vocals.
He would have never guessed they'd actually get as popular as they did, but they did become a rather big thing for a while. That was until all the fighting of course, which became too much for them all to handle. It was a sad day when the band split, mostly because he missed all his bandmates and those late night rehearsals, goofing off and jamming out. Having to return to his plain old lonely vanilla life sucked. Thankfully he still kept in contact with some of the guys. Eventually, now that he had more normal free time cupid's arrow struck him good. It didn't even matter that he and his boyfriend were cities apart.
Things were pretty great, they talked everyday for like hours, video chatted, and sometimes had weekend visits. Yet despite how much they kept in contact it never amounted up to enough. At least not for Tarik. He wanted more than just the cutesy text faces, he wanted the real deal more than anything and all the time too. Especially with how long they'd been dating, so the guitarist made the decision to surprise his lover and move to where he was despite whatever their timers said.
☇ Personality; Personality wise Tarik's not the deepest trench in the world, though he's a pretty well rounded individual with all his lovely flaws intact. A pseudo slacker / perfectionist it just depend on the subject matter really. He's no leader not really being much one for attention (or certain people for that matter) and usually tends to hang back letting others make the decisions preferring to watch the fireworks from afar so to speak. He does have a rather protective streak in him and a temper when it comes to things that are really important but is usually mild tempered.
Of course his parents tried to make sure that Tarik was raised to be humble but dignified, always respectful, and with a bit of charm in his demeanor, which is how he act for the most part. With close friends though, he tend to be a bit impish, brazen, feisty, with a damned fiery attitude, which makes him the warm and passionate sort, but also sharp and scorching when angered. However, despite his quick temper and tendency to become rather sassy Tarik is easily calmed by those who know him well.
☇ Likes;
√ Making Music
√ Warm Weather
√ Horror and Bad Sci-fi Movies
√ Spicy smells
√ Swimming
√ Cooking
☇Dislikes:
× Getting out of bed in the morning
× Cats: is allergic
× Having nothing to do
× Lights being left on at night
× Catching colds
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Samuel Lewis ☇ Age; 20 ☇ Origin; Russian American ☇ Height; 5'1.5 ☇Weight: 135 ☇Sexuality; Homosexual ☇Hair Color; Originally Brownish blonde, but dyed white ☇Eye Color; Grey, but wears red contacts
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☇ My Life; Samuel grew up in a loving household, for the most part. No lies his parents were disappointed when they fairly recently found out he was gay. They always pushed him to find the right girl, and that led him to take all potential lovers to get timers, and when they turned out to not be the one he would drop the after a while by becoming distant, and aloof until they fizzled out, and each disappointment hit him harder than the last. He wants a loving relationship much like his parents and sister before him. He is often jealous of his sister for the simple fact that not one day after she got her timer, she found her soulmate, and he still has to find the great love of his life he yearns for. ☇ Personality; For a while Sam thought there was something wrong with him. He tried to date girls, and for the first year since he got his timer he was, but it never felt right, until he saw a man he couldn't let go of, and realized he wasn't attracted to women, but to men, and for 2 years after that he hid his sexuality until his sister caught him coming out of the timer store with a man, and he had to come out. That was hard for Sam, but he did, and while his parents were upset, they didn't shun him. Since then every few months hes taken a different man to be seen, and got disappointed, and eventually dumped the poor sucker he was with. He is very jealous of his sister, but loves her dearly, and is happy for her. He is headstrong, and in love with the idea of love, and finding love. Lately hes been getting more and more depressed due to so many failures. He's quirky, and clumsy at times, and relishes in being short, though he does wish he was a little taller sometimes, but overall loves it. At times he can be socially awkward, but does his best to hide it. He does suffer from anxiety and depression. ☇ Likes; Music, Love, Timers, thunderstorms, his sister, being outside, eating, dressing more androgynous, nightmare before christmas, and princess bride along with few others are his favorite movies. He loves Tim Burton, reading. Mostly fantasy, he loves documentaries, he also has a habit of writing, and keeping a journal. water. especially natural water, nighttime, stars, sunsets, and sunrises, sleeping ☇Dislikes: camping, cooking, T.V, beans (its his least favorite food along with whipped cream...) bullies, extremely manly clothes, but also tight pants especially the ones that are tight around the ankle. the feeling of wet cotton, and cotton balls, nasty feet (he keeps his very clean), he also doesnt like mindlessly watching t.v. fishing, mornings ☇Fears; Being alone, spiders, cockroaches, clowns ☇Anything else?;
☇ My Life; Most people think of never-ending farmland when Kamden tells them he's from Iowa, but he grew up around one of the largest cities there. His parents were eclectic, borderline hippie. He was raised with their eclectic influences, as well as many weekends spent visiting his eccentric aunt's art studio/house across the river in Illinois. Kamden came out as bisexual in his teen years; hiding it wouldn't have worked anymore, with how glued at the hip he had been to his boyfriend. His parents were supportive, or felt they should be, but they gave hints that his adult life would be better spent in an even larger city, with a potentially bigger LGBT population.
After high school, Kamden took off to Chicago to attend college, originally focusing on chemistry. During his pursuit, though he started having doubts. Working with vials was fun once in a while, but he was more and more certain that it wasn't a career for him. Then, during one icy winter, Kamden slipped on a sidewalk outside campus into the street and was side-swiped by a passing car. He spent a good week recovering in the hospital, and his coursework floundered from then on. Most of the resulting injuries just left some scars here and there. But his eye... the right eye was completely lost. It was during his stay in the hospital, watching the staff shuffle in and out of his room, that Kamden had an epiphany. He had a new idea for a career. Not a doctor. He wasn't interested in diagnosing and medical boards and all that. The nurses: the ones that checked stats, tracked the IV, could make a stay comfortable or hell on earth with their attitude - that was something he could see himself doing.
Unfortunately, once he recovered, the medical bills spun out of control. Some fell into collections, his debt grew, and his credit score dropped. Student loan options became downright unreasonable, and he was forced to quit school to tackle the debt nipping at his heels. His life became a series of unsteady bounces to jobs and locations around the city. Kamden stayed mostly with customer-centric work, to prepare for the distant "someday" he would get the courage and money to go back to school. It eventually led to his current gig - installing soulmate Timers. Installation was easy when customers didn't squirm, though sometimes he felt he was working a Piercing Pagoda at the mall. And no, he had yet to install one crooked, missing eye or not.
The Timer didn't really appeal to him, personally. It was slowly killing the idea of being in a real relationship, wasn't it? It all seemed too pre-manufactured, and too many people were now waiting for "the one" and not enjoying themselves. What was the point of waiting for your soulmate if you didn't know what to do once you had them? But, after the repeated pressure of being a Timer installer without his own device, Kamden decided to fake it with a phony one. It stopped questions and put a little more trust in wary customers. He picked a set date on it, rather than the look of one unactivated, to also quit the worn out joke that maybe one he installed would activate once the customer got theirs (if he had a dollar for every time he heard that one). In retrospect, he should have gone for the unactivated. Once his phony Timer reached zero, he had to consider fessing up or making up a fake soulmate. This little white lie was starting to turn into a spiderweb.
☇ Personality;
He was raised to see the world positively, so mostly he still does so. Kamden's sense of humor can edge toward the dry end. Not everyone's going to get along with each other, and he's fine with that. In conflict, he's usually willing to voice his opinion if things aren't too heated, but he tends to remove himself if things escalate. It's usually a flustered exit; why bother trying to get someone else to see his side when they're not going to bother? Maybe he should stick it out more. He usually deals with situations as they come and doesn't plan more than a month or so in advance, preferring being part of the day-to-day normal life. He views long-term goals as somewhat abstract with no set timeline. The same goes for most of his friendships and relationships. He doesn't like feeling unprepared for the future, but he can't seem to wrap too much in his head to plan for it.
☇ Likes;
¬ Living "in the moment"
¬ Healthy foods (he steers towards the organic aisles/fresh foods)
¬ Burgers and fried foods (on cheat days)
¬ Music (enjoys modern, but also has a fondness for classical, opera, and choral works)
¬ Art (classical or modern - he loves it all)
¬ Museums
¬ Temperate weather
¬ Walking
¬ Dining or drinking out with others
¬ Occasional smoking in social situations
☇Dislikes:
¬ His debt
¬ Sugary foods
¬ Uncertainty (even though his entire future is that)
¬ Chicago's winter weather (it's "The Windy City" for a reason)
¬ The potential emotional mess these Timers are creating
¬ Being alone and not at home in the dark (people or some lights, please)
¬ TVs and movies getting science wrong
¬ Too many questions about the missing eye
☇Fears;
¬ Never furthering his career or going back to school
¬ Living his whole life in a circle of debt
¬ Feeling like his life has been "unproductive"
¬ Being alone in the dark when not at home (as much a fear as a dislike)
¬ Falling-related injuries
☇Anything else?;
¬ Appearance-wise, he has some remaining scars from his run-in with the car. Mostly,
some scarring on his shoulder and under the hairline on his right side.
¬ Theme song: Modest Mouse: Float On
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☇ Full Name; Jaymie Michaels ☇ Age; 21 ☇ Origin; unknowm ☇ Height; 5.5 ☇Weight: 140ish
Jaymie’s life is not what anyone would call charmed. Born to a call girl with blue hair, the boy grew up without a father. The two of them lived in a run down trailer near the Den. His mother was neglectful, and was always either with clients or drinking or something. Either way she was definitely unfit. The woman had other children, but for whatever reason she decided to keep her youngest. Jaymie learned quickly to take care of himself after a while, and that would land him into some trouble later on in life.
As school started, Jaymie ended up lacking in almost everything he needed to succeed. Most the time the boy didn’t see the point in going to school or trying hard. Often his teachers would try to call a conference, but often times Jaymie’s mom would forget or just plain not go. Eventually Jaymie started skipping and would get caught by two particular officers. Remy and Tommy. They would pick him up, take him back to school, and on the weekends when he got in trouble mainly for trying to lift food from the 7/11 or something, the two would take him out to get food. They really seemed to care, and eventually Jaymie let the couple in a little, but as he started warming up Tommy got shot and killed leaving Jaymie alone. After that Remy disappeared. He didnt seem to care anymore and after that things just slowly started getting worse and worse. Jaymie started acting out more, and eventually dropped out of school with a forged permission slip from his mom.
After he left school he wasn’t getting fed as much anymore. At least school provided lunch. In order to survive Jaymie graduated from stealing food at the 7/11 to pick pocketing, taking cash out of registers when no one was looking, and would often get caught and got in trouble with the law. By the time he was 13, he had been court ordered to community service 5 times, and been in juvie 3 times. To Jaymie being there was better than being home where his mom always had clients, and random people in and out of the home.
It was a warm spring day when Jaymie met Tuli. Jaymie was out of the house cause his mom was entertaining again, and was wondering the park when he met a street performer. He would often watch the boy do stunts and really cool things. Eventually the two began talking and formed a friendship. When he turned 16 something happened to Jaymie that changed the dynamic of his and Tuli’s friendship, and since then whenever Jaymie needed to feel comfort he would often go to Tuli, and that didnt change when Jay came in the picture. The three of them formed a tight bond, but again once Jaymie started feeling like he had a place he belonged, Jay went and kissed someone else outside of the two of them, and Tuli and Jay split. Jay left leaving Jaymie feeling abandoned once again. He continued to rely on Tuli when he needed to, but it wasn’t the same.
During that time Jaymie continued to get into trouble for stealing, dealing pot… whatever he could do to get money, and when Jaymie turned 17 he started going to jail instead of juvie. It was after his first time in jail from doing 4 months that Jaymie met Damien. A wealthy C.E.O and underground brothel owner. He was in town for some kind of meeting, and the two of them started talking. As you may have guessed Jaymie didn't have too much luck he got swept up by this man. Not quite a hardened person yet and still somewhat trusting Jaymie became Damien's mistress of sorts. A year into their relationship Damien asked Jaymie to get a timer in hopes of being one anothers soulmates, but when the timer was installed in Jaymie’s arm nothing happened. With both timers now blank the two stared at one other and Damien stepped outside to make a call to his bodyguard who took Jaymie to the brothel that turned him into worker much like his mother. Years went by and Jaymie shut down he never wanted to let anyone in again so they couldn't hurt him. After years of abuse from his ‘boss’, and working the brothel, and being in and out of jail for what he did Jaymie began smoking and drinking all the time to numb the pain. He was lucky in some ways cause he never got sick but that was the only bright side to his situation. To this day Jaymie entertains customers at parties often ending the night in some run down motel refusing to take clients to his home. ☇ Personality; Jaymie is much like a feral cat who longs for a place to belong. Constantly high drunk or both he uses pot and alcohol to numb the trauma he experienced in life, and to get through an average work night. He is very high functioning when drunk, so unless you smell it on him most people would have no idea. Jaymie tends to come off as cold-hearted, sarcastic, fake, and aloof, but in reality he is a lost soul who wants to be accepted and loved. When a person gets close to him they experience his softer sides. Those closest to him can see how truly broken down he is, but also how caring, protective, and loving he can be if given the chance. When on the job Jaymie is charming and all smiles. He puts on a mask to protect himself. ☇ Likes; Pot, sleeping, eating, anything orange flavored, learning new things, sometimes being alone, daydreaming and spacing out, taking long walks, music, wearing women's undies. He likes the feel ☇Dislikes: Himself, peas, beans, abuse of any kind, his mother, feeling stupid, liars, juvie/jail, spiders ☇Fears; Damien, his former boss, ending up like his mother (even though he already is), being abandoned, being homeless unloved and unwanted. ☇Anything else?;
☇ My Life; Born to two loving parent and first of his family's next generation Araris was spoiled with affection. Between his grandparents and his auntie he had everything he could possibly want and more. His father also wasn't shy to boast about his boy, though didn't baby him like the ladies in the family. He was a good boy, polite, attentive and responsible. Just like his father his auntie would tease. For four years he had them all to himself before his little cousin was born. Rather than becoming jealous of the other taking all the adult's attention, Araris was fascinated by Erza. He was so small and needy. Being that his aunt had no one else to help take care of his baby cousin, he was over at their house often. Rari though still rather young offered to help watch over Ezra which he was welcomed to do. At least for the little tasks.
Of course Araris couldn't be around all the time as he eventually became old enough to attend school. Kindergarten was fine and even first grade he did alright. Second grade however a new experience that the lone boy wasn't all that thrilled about. Mostly because he didn't have many friends since the other kids thought his name weird and would tease him about it. Leave it to his fiction loving mother to name him after a character from a fantasy series she really liked. Still Araris liked his name too and didn't like anyone making fun of it.
At first he just tried to ignore them like he heard he should do. However the other boys kept at it and their teasing started getting worse. Eventually Araris had had enough and learned to stick up for himself. While it got him in trouble to fight with the group of bullies, they did finally stop harassing him. Though they only moved onto another student for which the quiet boy did not approve of. So he made it a point to interfere and fight any bullies he saw when he could in defense of his fellow students. Doing that had made him rather popular at his school. All the other kids liked to hang around him because the bullies learned better than to mess with anyone while he was there.
When Ezra finally became old enough to attend school, his family gave him the responsibility of looking after the young boy for which he took seriously. Much like himself his cousin was a quiet, self-contained kid. Being suddenly put into a place with some many others had proved a little overwhelming for Ez, who often cried because of it. To help, Araris would volunteer on his lunch to read to the smaller kids or help them with their school work. While he helped some of the other students, he was always there for Ezra. However middle school came along and he could no longer see his cousin during the school day. Rather he walked him to school in the morning and picked him up from the bus afterwards. Middle school was hardly anything exciting for Araris, just the usual awkward growth spurt and getting thrown into the new social wheel. Of course time flew by and before he knew it Rari had started high school. Looking after his cousin wasn't something he could worry about what with all the tests and homework and friends and other weird feelings.
Even high school went by in a blink and Araris found himself with a diploma and no clear direction on what he wanted to do with the rest of his life. Still he did what was expected and went to a college that had accepted him. Feeling a bit adventurous and strongly independent, Araris decided to attend a school out of state and far away from home. In Chicago, Illinois of all places. While he still didn't know what degree he wanted to pursue he figured he had at least another year to figure it out as he went through all the gen-ed requirements. His parent's and auntie couldn't have been more proud. Though sad to see him go, they sent him off with everything he could possibly need if not more.
Being on his own however wasn't as easy as Araris had thought it would be. The classes were harder, the schedule was so much different and having to earn a living made things all the more difficult. Worst of all he was terribly lonely without his family nearby. By the end of his first year he still didn't know what he was doing and had decided to dropout. Of course he couldn't bring himself to tell his parents about his failure and pretended he was still taking classes by tell them he was majoring in some kind of business course. When in reality he was just doing his damndest to hold down a job and not get robbed. Afterall the city's crime rate was atrocious and it wasn't uncommon to cross paths with thugs and even gang members.
Which was ultimately how the wayward college dropout ultimately found his profession in the bodyguarding business. After a long shift of washing dishes, Araris was on his way to his miserable little apartment when he came across a man getting jumped by a couple of thugs. Just like in his old school days he couldn't just ignore it like everyone else in the city seemed to learn to do. So like the fool that he was he intervened and after a nasty brawl with the pair eventually scared them off. He'd have some mean bruises and no doubt would probably end up on those punk's shitlist but it was worth it. The man had been so grateful he gave Araris fifty dollars for his trouble. He would have offered him more but that was all the cash he'd been carrying at the moment as he was merely in town for the next couple weeks on business. After making sure Rari was okay he asked him for his contact info so that he could file a police report as soon as he was in a safer environment. Not really thinking twice about he gave the man his info and offered to escort him the rest of the way to his car.
The next day the police called him in and he gave him his accounting of the altercation and a description of the two pricks responsible. Easy enough. A few days after that he was surprised to get a call from the man who wanted to meet with him again in order thank him properly. Though Rari was a little hesitant to accept, he went anyways and was stunned with the man's proposal to hire him as a temporary bodyguard. He'd been impressed with the way Araris had handled himself and even more so that he proved to be a reliable, trustworthy person. Reluctant as he was with the idea, the cash offered by the other was too good to pass up.
Needless to say it was an interesting experience hanging around another man and having to follow him on every errand. A constant shadow that upon just seeing made a person think twice about approaching. At least that's how his newfound employer had explained what the job would be like. Truthfully, Rari felt like a lost puppy following after his owner and looking snarly at anyone who looked suspicious. Nevertheless it work for the both of them and when the man finally left, though he was out of a job again Araris in the very least had a direction he could follow career wise. After a bit of research he got officially certified as a security guard and found a base level job to work.
It was utter crap. Nothing like the pay he got for watching a single man, Rari found himself either as a cheap bouncer at a club or even worse apartment security. It was another shity year of going through one job after the next before he figured out what he was doing wrong. After taking extra tactical training and an online course get his bachelor's degree in Homeland Security, Araris finally was getting the kind of job offers he'd originally wanted. Again base level work was s**t, he ended up doing and seeing a lot of crap he didn't agree with. It was difficult to stomach sometimes, but eventually he worked up a sturdy reputation for himself. Being that his loyalty wasn't something that could be bought off like others in his field contracts for his service were desirable.
Eventually the aspiring bodyguard broke away from the more seedy clientele and into the legitimate field of work. From babysitting minor celebrities to concert jockey and more often than not just the standard VIP wrangler, Araris finally was comfortable with his career path. He'd gotten rather lucky having landed that contract to look after the Hollywood sweetheart Matoko, which took up the majority of his time to look after seeing as the blonde having a knack for running away. The job certainly had its perks aside from the pay too as he even was able to help his little rising star of a cousin find work. Which was great because he could keep an eye on the brat now and make sure his Auntie didn't have to worry.
Comfortable with his life, Rari didn't fuss about finding a relationship even with all the rich and beautiful people he got to rub elbows with. Work was work. His personal life didn't really factor in nor was he in any hurry to commit himself to anyone else. Yet his
friends and often clients weren't so convinced. As a bonus gift for his dedication he'd been given one of those fancy Timer things. Seeing no harm in the device and not wanting to disappoint the people who cared for him Araris had it installed though he was skeptical of the numbers that started to tick down.
☇ Personality; Araris is first and foremost a professional and takes pride in conducting himself as such. Even in personal matters, he remains cool, even detached, from anyone, but his redeeming value is a great sense of loyalty to anyone he knows. He had a strong protective streak and will do whatever he can to ensure those he cares about are safe. He can come off as a rather introverted person who doesn't easily get close to people being that he doesn't often voice what he's thinking. Rari also has an unhealthy tendency to prioritize his work above the emotional well-being of himself and his potential love interests. Conflict between his work and the interests of those he cares about has lead to significant sorrow for him and others. Even though he means well, Araris is notably clumsy at trying to comfort and connect with others. Nevertheless he is a good listener and isn't one to judge anyone outright.
☇ Likes;
+ Cooking
+ Having a job to do
+ His cousin Ezra
+ Working out
+ Smoking
+ A good scotch or whiskey
+ Listening to Audiobooks
+ His cat
☇Dislikes:
- Confrontation
- Social obligations
- Grapes / grape flavored things
- Politics
- A book series he likes ending
- Bullies and trolls
- His cat
☇Fears;
x Failing to protect someone
x Being forever stuck in the same routine
x Someone pulling a gun on him
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Jonah Elmwood ☇ Age; 26 ☇ Origin; Washington ☇ Height; 5ft (Fun sized!) ☇Weight: 110 ☇Sexuality; Gay. ☇Hair Color;Black ☇Eye Color; One green + One blue, he’s got Heterochromia.
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☇ My Life; Jonah lived a fairly typical life, he comes from a large family being the youngest of five children, a birth defect left him with partial hearing loss and a frequent ringing sensation but other than that he was a very happy child growing up on farm land that had been passed down through his mother’s side of the family. How his own parents had met and bonded was still a mystery to him considering their differing lifestyles, his father had previously been a boxer but when that resulted into too much head trauma he had taken up a position as a personal trainer and had ended up training Jonah’s mother who wanted a way to protect her animals and farm when a gun was not accessible. In turn she’d taught him to shoot, using both a pistol and a bow with targets she had set up herself, this went on for months and when he’d finally built up the courage to ask for her hand. She’d laughed and pushed him into a mud puddle, but still she’d accepted, and each of their children developed a skill of their own but all of them first and foremost were taught to defend themselves and were taught sign language. As by the time of Jonah’s arrival, the years of damage had accumulated and his father could no longer hear though that didn’t stop him from speaking at a slightly higher volume than intended. And the sign language was a useful skill for Jonah when his own hearing deteriorated though thankfully it was only one ear, but this did not seem to deter him in the slightest, he was still a ball of energy helping out in any way he could across the farm land, all that way up until it was time for them to leave and travel away from the deep forests he had come to call home.
Their farm would still be managed by his oldest sister and the beginnings of her family but little Jonah would travel with his parents and two older siblings to Chicago for a new start, and for the children to begin high school. Which was one of the first times he really felt challenged not only by his partial hearing but also by his height, even when his father slouched he still stood as a giant to Jonah at a whopping 6’1” and his mother was just a few inches shy of being 5’11”. How in the world he had missed the mark and never grown past 5 feet Jonah could not understand, but he was not going to let something like height be what slowed him down, no sir! He was a star pupil in his classes making friends with both faculty and students alike, friendly and helpful but not overly proud. Jonah wasn’t aiming to be top of the class, since after after all the only people he had to make proud were his parents and he did just that! Graduating only a few years after his siblings, next came a much bigger question. What did he want to do next? Well, of course he still wanted to work with animals even if Chicago wasn’t big enough for the farm they had at home, he still wanted to find some way to keep that tradition alive just like how his mother was doing. Over time she had become like a doctor to their neighborhood treating the animals that arrived on their doorstep clutched in the hands of crying owners.
Which meant he was off to Vet school, a plane ride all by himself and being mistaken for a child, he called his family before getting on the plane and then once he arrived. After that a few years of radio silence passed before he returned home, bruised and scratched up with an unusual sadness behind his typical happy go lucky expression. But hey, he had passed his exams and everything was official now, he could even open his own clinic! The injuries were easy enough to explain away as someone trying to mug him on the plane ride home. ☇ Personality;
❂Jonah is a very happy person, there is very little that can upset him beyond someone being cruel to animals.
❂ He likes being around people and has a soft spot for children (despite how often he’s been mistaken for a child).
Anger is rare for him but it can happen and he either throws things or simply storms off, he’s not the shouting type.
❂ He’s very adaptive when it comes to dealing with people or animals and will often mirror them to a certain degree.
❂While he is friendly Jonah does know when to back off of others ☇ Likes;
❃Animals, his birds especially hold a large place in his heart.
❃His family.
❂Spicy and Sour foods.
❂Fishing.
❂Comfy clothing(Sweaters and scarves).
❂Tea and black Coffee. ☇Dislikes:
✗His hearing aid(So he doesn’t wear it 99% of the time).
✗Spiders, he thinks they are suspicious and distrustful but won’t turn away the owners from the clinic.
✗Being yelled at or belittled for his height.
✗Eggs, specifically chicken eggs, he grew up on a farm collecting them but can’t stand the taste. Although he adores chickens.
✗Milk, it tastes gross.
✗Arrogant/ bossy individuals.
✗His spouse. ☇Fears;
☒Harm coming to his family because of him.
☒Sharks, they have too many teeth!
☒Permanent hearing loss.
☒Darkness, he sleeps with a nightlight on no matter what. ☇Anything else?;
❈He is married technically and his spouse resides in California and calls Jonah multiple times a day from several different numbers which are always ignored, he ran away from said spouse due to physical abuse.
❈While Jonah doesn’t enjoy wearing the hearing aide he does have a small X and a volume symbol tattooed behind his right ear as a personal joke to himself.
❈He’s highly proficient at sign language and lip reading.
❈It’s not a well kept secret but Jonah actually has a sever allergy to pet hair and dandruff, mostly for dogs and cats, so he keeps allergy medication and tissues in his pockets.
❃Do not let Jonah’s small stature be deceiving, he has picked up and thrown people much taller and heavier than him with considerable ease. But he prefers not to rely on brute strength if he doesn’t have to, it’s mostly a back up plan for unruly animals to help secure them for procedures.
His clinic opens late in the evening around 9 p.m. and closes around 7 a.m. unless there is an emergency that requires the building to be unlocked sooner.
☇ Full Name; Devan Jones ☇Age; 28 ☇Origin; Chicago ☇Height; 6’ 1” ☇Weight: 196lbs ☇Sexuality; Bi-sexual ☇Hair Color;Red ☇Eye Color; Blue-Grey
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☇ My Life; It was always jokingly said that Devan was born with a camera in his hands. Since he was a young boy he loved being behind the lens, snapping photos with those disposable cameras of anything he found interesting. The sky, a pretty leaf, people passing by, always just a random assortment of captured moments. It was a great means to motivate their son into being a good kid. Chores, homework and good grades earned DJ a fresh camera for the month. Worked great for the longest time and only got difficult as he grew older. Nevertheless he was a pretty decent kid for the most part he got fair grades, behaved as much as any young boy can and did what he was told. Devan was naturally rambunctious and would often get into trouble as he grew older. From being disruptive in class to tussling with other boys. Yet he always made things right if only for the sake of getting his camera privileges back.
A pretty standard life. He was an only child for a long while until by total surprise his parents had his first little brother when he was almost thirteen. A little under Two years later came little brother number two! Having extra responsibilities, he did his best to help out his mom especially after his dad walked out on them. Apparently the extra two kids were too much for the selfish p***k. Yet they made it by well enough between him and his mom they got the boys taken care of. It helped all the more when Devan was old enough to get a job. While it was a crappy customer service person at a Walgreens, it helped pay the bills and let them all live comfortably. Not to mention he took every opportunity he could to work in the photo department which most of his coworkers didn’t care for.
Naturally that young childhood passion had grown into a bigger dream one which Devan found himself working his a** off for. With work and the boys and school he was stretched a little thin in high school and as such struggled hard to keep up. Yet he always tried his hardest so that just maybe he might be good enough to earn a scholarship to Columbia, the college he really wanted to attend. Unfortunately he didn’t make the cut and so he didn’t go to college for a year or two while he tried to figure out a plan.
His mother didn’t like this and after much badgering, Devan settled for attending community college just to make her happy. In the very least it would actually be good to get his gen ed’s out of the way. The plan then became to get the stupid required classes done at a cheaper place and then transfer over. Between that and his job and some government assistance, he had it generally figured out.
It had worked out pretty good too, he still had to take out a couple of student loans but in the end he found himself in Columbia! It was too good to be true. It really was since not long after maybe year at most, his mother fell sick. It took far too long to figure out what was wrong with her but in the end she was diagnosed with a type of non-Hodgkin's lymphoma. It being a fairly aggressive blood cancer she needed immediate treatment which put them in a rather strained position financially as the medical bills piled up. Between follow up visits, chemotherapy and radiation treatments things were looking fairly good for his mother. It was a huge change in their home dynamic with Devan needing to look after not only his mother but baby brothers too. Which he gladly did anything to make his mom’s life easier though it was a lot of extra responsibilities.
And even though she was able to work from home, she still couldn’t put in as many hours just yet which left them short on bills or very tight on expenses. To help Devan took up freelancing scraping up money where he could. It was alot to juggle with school, his mother’s treatment plan, the boys, the housework and freelancing, Devan does anything he can to support his family including some not so legal things.
☇ Personality; ◎ Open minded: Never judge a book by it's cover right? Devan makes it a point to remember this silly little saying choosing to ignore any preconceptions and see things for what they truly are himself. ◎ Romantic: He is both an idealist and a lover pursuing each with a burning fire ◎ Spiritual: There is meaning in everything, He feels it, he recognizes it, and he is a part of it. The world isn't just black and white. So he tries to view it, and his place, from a wider, deeper perspective than from what is initially perceived. ◎ Impulsive: Devan doesn’t tend to think things through until after the fact. Sometimes it works out great, most of the time he ends up in a hot mess ◎ Selfish: it’s not necessarily a bad thing to be selfish. Dev looks after himself, does what he wants and knows what he cares about. Finding the line between good selfishness and a*****e is something he’s vaguely working on. ◎ Caring: He always had a kind and intuitive nature about him. Having to grow up faster to take care of his mother and brothers only made that stronger.
☇ Likes;
* Candide photos
* Parkour
* Food Trucks
* High energy music
* Green skittles, just the green ones
* Coffee
* Quiet lazy mornings
* Playing with his brothers
☇Dislikes:
- Not having enough time for his family
- Movie Theaters
- late notices
- critics
- Model shoots
- barely getting by
- s**t coffee
- all nighters
☇Fears;
X Darkness- Though it seems childish, Devan is afraid of the dark
X Public Speaking
X Getting evicted
___（SOME PEOPLE ARE MEANT TO FALL IN LOVE）but not meant to be together.
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☇ Full Name; Humberto Santiago ☇ Age; 32 ☇ Origin; Florence, Italy ☇ Height; 5'8" ☇Weight: 118 ☇Sexuality; Homosexual/Demisexual ☇Hair Color;Black ☇Eye Color; Green
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☇ My Life;
Humberto's story began in the crowded, bustling streets of Florence, Italy. He was surrounded with Renaissance architecture and art, and the infamous churches of old. The air smelt of coffee and incense and was rich with history. His mother was a young transfer student from Spain. While drunk one night, she was taken advantage of, and he was the result. His mother's faith would not allow her to abort the child, even if she didn't have the means to take care of an infant. She was living in a run-down, one-bedroom apartment. During the day, she went to college, and by night worked as a waitress to make ends meet.
To make matters worse, his mother developed postpartum depression. As a result, his mother would often leave him in a room by himself, crying most of the time. Luckily, Sofia, the little old lady that lived next door, got tired of the noise! She was sick of listening to the baby that cried all day and night. She investigated what was going on, finding Humberto stewing in his juices and hungry. The Italian grandmother was enraged and yelled at his mother to shape up! To no avail, her words fell on deaf ears. Disappointed and defeated, the feeble older adult took Humberto into her home and saw to taking care of him herself. Sofia knew that she should call the authorities or CPS; the child needed better love and care. However, a part of her ached to keep it. Her husband had long since died, and she was alone. She never had a child of her own, and this was a blessing! This was her opportunity, and she swore to herself that she would do her best to keep the tiny infant clean and safe.
Humberto's mother, now free of the responsibility and the daunting crying baby in the apartment, slowly recovered from her depression. Yet, things took a turn for the worse. She began to act as if she had never even given birth to a baby. She started to go out with friends, party, and get drunk. She didn't have a care in the world and an emotionally abandoned child. It was tragic, but to Humerto's benefit, Sofia was kind and took outstanding care of him. Humberto can still vagally remember the warmth of Sofia's tiny apartment, the time he shared with her, and her multitude of loving but needy cats. When Humberto started to get bigger, now a toddler, his birth mother, came and took him away.
He was ripped away from Sofia, who had loved and raised him thought the roughest stage in his life, all so his mother could use him as a prop. His mother used the baby card to manipulate American tourists who flocked to see the infamous historical sites. Naturally, the money his mother obtained from their charity got was not spent on him. Instead, it was wasted away on herself as she splurged and spoiled herself with everything she could ever want. Once she got what she needed, his mother would dump him back at Sofia's doorstep.
As Humberto grew older, it became apparent that he would be a unique child. He was undeniably intelligence, learning to walk and talk must sooner than an average child. He got his learning from the small black and white television that played daytime soap operas most of the time. As he entered preschool, he took in everything and enjoyed learning all that he could. So much so, that a few months into preschool, they were calling his mother to inform her of the possibility of moving him up a few grades. He was leaning at such an accelerated rate. Humberto was excited about the move. However, that excitement all but vanished as he was in class with older children who picked on him because of his tattered clothes, and his poor family.
When Humberto got into middle school, he found he loved chemistry class. He loved the idea of working with different compounds and the reactions that could happen. Humberto soon realized that this could apply to cooking as well. He wanted to cook for Sofia, who cared so much for him. It was then that he started to combine the two. He often went to the library for cookbooks. He spent hours flipping through the pages of ingredients, wondering what he could change, and come up with the same results. Even So, he had no way of testing out his new findings. He didn't have access to most of the different spices he would need to make the dishes. That was until he remembered that his school had a kitchen for home economics classes. He spent a week working out what times the teacher left and returned and for just how long. Luckily for him, he had a study period in the library at the precise time he needed. The library assistant didn't pay them much mind. It was easy for him to get a pass to the restroom but head off to the home economics classes instead. His cooking came out burnt the first few times, mostly because he was so nervous about getting caught that he messed steps. In order to not get caught, he would take off and on days so that the library assistant wouldn't notice that He was missing. After a few weeks or so, he started to get comfortable and started to turn out some delicious dishes, which he often boxed up with Tupperware he brought from home. He made sure to cook at the station near the window to air out any smells and, he made sure to wash and put everything back the way he had found them.
Unbeknown to Humberto, even though he was careful, the teacher was starting to get suspicious of the fact that someone was cooking in his classroom when he wasn't present. For one, the class's ingredients were starting to come up short when he knew he had made sure to have enough for each class. Second, he noticed that some of the spices were getting a bit low. At first, he just thought it might be another teacher doing so and asked around without anyone fessing up. So, he turned to his daughter, thinking she might be the one cooking in his classroom. It wasn't like it wasn't the first time, but she also denied it was her. So, he began to stay in his classroom when he usually would step out to have lunch and set up lesson plans for the next class—hoping to find out who was using his classroom when he was away. Humberto almost made the mistake of walking into the cooking classroom. He had gotten comfortable with the fact that the teacher was gone. Luckily, the teacher's attention was elsewhere, and he managed to slip out of sight without being noticed.
The fear of getting caught and the consequences lingered, and he avoided cooking for nearly half a month. However, he was getting antsy, wanting to try out his newfound creations. He waited anxiously for an opportunity to present itself. He slipped into the classroom while there wasn't anyone there, and despite being careful, he was caught by the teacher's daughter, who had been looking for her father. Naturally, she confronted him about using the stove when the teacher wasn't present and told her father. Being young, Humberto was scared to death and didn't even run away as the girl went to get her father and the teacher of the class.
The cooking teacher was a little curious about why a student would be using the classroom when he was away. Looking at him, he was a skinny fellow who could use a meal, which gave way to a relatively bright idea. The cooking teacher gave him a choice to cook one of his best dishes within a week or be turned into the principle for using the kitchen without supervision and skipping his study hour. Of course, Humberto took on the challenge. Naturally, he didn't want to get in trouble or have his mother get involved. He went over in his mind the dishes he had made and decided on the one he was going to make. He handed off a list of the things he would need the day before he was scheduled to cook. It did not even cross his mind that he could just run away and pretend that none of this has ever happened. The next day he was nervous about the whole ordeal, so much so that he could barely pay attention in class. Just like before, once he got to study hall, he managed to weasel himself out and off to the cooking class. He nervously fixed the dish and presented it to the cooking teacher. The teacher was slightly impressed, but the dish wasn't great. Humberto had used some out of the box ingredients, but he saw that Humberto showed promise. The teacher chastised Humberto for using the stoves when there wasn't a teacher presenting a lengthy speech about how it wasn't safe and the consequences. But then, after all, was said and done, he told him that he had a bright future ahead of him if he wanted to start learning how to cook. Humberto was overjoyed with the news and relieved he wasn't going to be in trouble. The next day the teacher had worked it out that Humberto would start taking cooking classes during his study hour.
Humberto practically lived in the home economics class, learning as much as he could about cooking. The teacher could see that Humberto was serious about cooking, so he contacted an old friend who was a famous chief telling him about a kid he knew with promise. However, things would not be so easy when the teacher spoke with Humberto's mother. His mother was reluctant to allow her young teenage son to leave the country and go to America. Yet, the teacher embellished the idea that her son could become a famous chef one day. That was enough for her to sign off on her son, traveling thousands of miles to America to leach money from her son one day.
After Middle School, he was accepted into The Culinary Institute of America, where he would start high school as an exchange student. Humberto was a little sad that he had to leave his family, but above all he was upset about leaving Sofia. Humberto studied the fast pace curriculum most of the time, which took up most of his time. His good grades and adamant participation in class resulted in him being labeled him a goody to shoes. This also led him to have no friends, which he tried not to let hurt him. Things became very awkward when he was assigned a group project and was paired up with another student in the class. His name was Owen, and things where a little rocky at first given, Humberto didn't know what to talk about. However, the project helped as an ice breaker, and they became fast friends. The two of them became inseparable throughout their school years, pulling Humberto out of his shell. The two of them even applied to the same Culinary universities in Hyde Park in New York. This was the best time in Humberto's life. They became even closer and helped each other study. It was then that Humberto started to realize that he had feelings for his friend beyond their platonic friendship. This was a scary realization for him, and he feared it would ruin everything. After all, this was his only friend in his whole world. He kept his feeling to himself, telling himself that he would tell his friend Owen the truth if they graduated together.
The week of finals and graduation, Humberto's life changed for the worst. It was time to finally tell his best friend just how much he meant to him. He had almost caved a few times and spilled the beans about his feelings prematurely but couldn't bring himself to do it. This time it was different; he had to tell Owen that he might not get another chance once they went out into the world.
☇ Personality; Due to his rough childhood and subject to constant teasing. He tends to cut off his emotions. Humberto has trust issues he is trying to work on and can come off as cold and a little uncaring when first meeting him. He can also come off as blunt and to the point even when he knows his words can hurt the other person. He tries to help people when they are in need. He has the logic that you never know what the person in need might be going through. Given what happened with the first love in his life, he has guarded his heart.
☇ Likes;
❥Cooking
❥Teaching
❥Coffee
❥Working with his hands
❥Pet Rats (has two)
❥Loyalty
❥Heavy Rain
❥Taking Naps
❥Sightseeing and exploring
❥Stargazing
☇Dislikes:
✘ People who want his downfall
✘ Someone who doesn't apply themselves
✘ Large Crowds of people
✘ Feeling helpless
✘ Drugs
✘ Lightning
✘ Horror Movies ☇Fears; Dyeing poor, Never cooking again ☇Anything else?;nope
☇ Full Name; Breno Uxío de Araújo ☇ Age; Twenty-Five ☇ Origin; Brazilian ☇ Height; 6’3” ☇Weight: 215 lbs ☇Sexuality; Pansexual ☇Hair Color; Carob ☇Eye Color; Dark Chocolate
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☇ My Life; Born into a notorious favela, Breno unintentionally became the youngest of seven children. His household remained a colorful place always filled to the brim with noises of some sort, tiny though his parents did their best to find creative ways to make it always seem so much larger than life itself. Being impoverished meant nothing when you still had the ability to enjoy the miniscule details that came with just existing, and if anyone had ever bothered to pity him then he would have quickly wondered why. He wanted for nothing outside of his means, and he relished the way physical contact was always as natural as breathing. His community was simply an extension of his close-knit family, regardless of if they wanted to be or not, and he treasured his childhood because it was when he was at his most innocent.
Adolescence was when he realized that he did not understand just how desensitized he’d become until meeting tourists in Rio de Janeiro. The crime and violence were simply things he’d accepted because they’d almost always been there as long as he could recall, but he was interested in the reactions of foreigners and those from other regions alike. At ten he’d begun to have an appreciation for the mind and the power behind, nearly obsessed in indulging himself in the reactiveness of others to try to see life through their lenses. The cobblestones that led from his house down to other favelas became far more familiar, and his insistence on wandering into towns and interacting with outsiders became a subject of unrest within his family. It was nearly a blatant disregard to the rules they lived by, but he’d argued that rules were often broken in the name of love and justice, so knowledge should be also given leeway.
As he aged the plan was simple enough; go off to a highly acclaimed international university, provide a stable environment for his family, and simply live out his days to the best of his ability in contentment. The first two went off without a hitch, though the persistence of his parents for him to settle down and have some extraordinary romance ebbed away at the latter. He didn't believe in soulmates but enjoyed the concept of love and the idea behind the Timers, so he decided to kill two birds with one stone and make the move. There wasn’t really anything for him to lose in the gamble, but he could at least gain a different perspective from whoever was unfortunate enough to be attached to him, as temporary as he knew it would be. Juggling work and academics was tiring, this would be a welcomed distraction. ☇ Personality; He’s relatively open-minded, his job requiring him to have the ability to slip into the minds of others at the drop of a dime. He tends to be slippery; charming when it’s beneficial, detached when it’s necessary. A volley of traits that only stick for a moment and then quickly disperse once they’ve lost their usefulness. He appreciates the art of seduction, though he tends to be relatively intense in his passion. Just as quickly as the flame ignites it shudders into embers, and his attention drifts elsewhere without a second thought. Some say he’s a heartbreaker, that his fickleness is intentional, but he’s so carefully layered and compartmentalized that it never quite crosses mind. He means well, but sometimes it’s so hard to unravel when you’re quiet literally expected to become another person so that you can properly understand their thoughts and motives. Sometimes he wonders where he begins and others end. ☇ Likes; tab→ Autumn tab→ Spicy foods tab→ Disastrous weather tab→ Horror & gore movies & books tab→ Opera, vinyl, & live music/sessions tab→ Dancing; ballroom, freestyle, & street tab→ Travelling and exploring the world; international and local ☇Dislikes: tab→ Pill pushers tab→ Sleeping alone tab→ Unpleasant aftertastes tab→ Coffee; the smell or the taste tab→ Wrinkled clothing and unkempt appearances tab→ Potent smells; he’s got a fine nose and gets overwhelmed easily tab→ Extreme heat, he tolerates the summer only because he’d be restless always indoors ☇Fears; Losing himself; being unable to differentiate what parts specifically belong to him. ☇Anything else?; tab→ Currently trying to get his doctorate’s while working, a bit of a workaholic. tab→ He has nightmares sometimes, being a forensic psychologist means sometimes walking away with far more than you came with.
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☇ Full Name; Devlin Tenshi ☇ Age; Thirty-seven ☇ Origin; Japanese American ☇ Height; 6'2 ☇Weight: 200lbs ☇Sexuality;Homosexual ☇Hair Color;Black/white ☇Eye Color;Brown
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☇ My Life; Born in Japan, he lived with a poor family in the slums of the small city. He was the eldest of his only sibling. His younger sister was his world. She taught him how to be kind and careful and always remember the little things. She was taken from him one day. A night he would never forget and that would haunt him for eternity. Raiders wanted their home and his father denied them. So they shot them down claiming it for themselves. Devlin fought back with all he had. Hearing his sisters screams echo in his ears were traumatizing. He was the lone survivor. Crawling to his little sister who was crying and whimpering he sat up to hold her in his arms. Shushing her softly he promised to remain there until she rested and that all would be okay. She cried until her heart stopped as she calmed down in his arms. Devlin felt rage boil as he laid her down gently with tears in his eyes. Crying out into the air with anger he stood, grabbed his fathers gun and chased after the men in masks. Only to be stopped by police men with more weapons and pinned to the ground. One was the leader and told him to calm down and let them handle it. Devlin stared at his neighbors who looked from their homes at the scene.
He was too young to live on his own so he was pushed into an orphanage. He spent many days in that small cottage like home with other kids. As he aged he was finally kicked out of the orphanage for being too old. Packing his things he said his goodbyes to his friends and was given a chance to travel. He traveled to the American soil for a restart. His homeland was of ruin and sad memories.
He landed in New York and traveled on. Looking for work he tried it all until a flyer landed in his lap. Military. He enlisted the next day into the Airforce wanting to fly like all the rest. It was a grueling test of his own ability and being.
Making friends and new brothers in arms with his time in the military he had seen war. He watched people die. He even has many scars from war.
Devlin met a younger man who befriended him and stayed in touch with him until they were out of war. Luckily to still be alive they write to one another. Devlin cared deeply for the other, might even call it love but Devlin was on his own journey. He had just finished his last tour and was finally free of his contract. Though on his last few days he lost his right arm to a bomb that went off in the town he was surveying and shrapnel and debris landed on him, crushing the limb. He was given a prosthesis to move on from his service.
He moved to Chicago and settled there. Readapting to the world once more from war he learned of the advancements of technology. From fancy phones, VR, and more. This new tech for finding a soulmate seemed interesting, and he was in need of companionship. So he tried it out. What comes next would truly shock him. . .
☇ Personality; Devlin is an abundance of things, to name a few he is brave, fearsome in battle, and extremely honorable, he is also overly proud, and stubbornly aristocratic. He does his best to prove he is worthy of his title and gain high praise when he returns to his homeland in victory. He is a debonair charmer who has a quick wit and an even quicker tongue. One either loves him or hates him, and there usually isn’t an in-between. He has a great passion for men and appreciates beauty in all forms. He might be a Scholar by birth, but he has a tremendous appreciation for Creators and Courtesans. Though he was once open and willing to chat with anyone who passed by, Devlin has grown into a solitary and secretive man. Plagued by nightmares of his past, Devlin rarely goes a few days without feeling the guilt creeping back to the forefront of his mind. Though he knows he’ll never be able to make up his mistakes in the past, he works hard to be as gentle and kind as he can, offering to help anyone who he thinks might need it, even though the offer is not always wanted. Over the years, Devlin has done what he can to take on the role of a knight in shining armor. Valiant, courteous, fearless, and bold, he uses this mask to hide everything he wants to keep hidden. But he’s still learning, and the charming facade slips more often than he’d like. He ends up saying something wrong, or awkward, or uncharacteristically serious, and has to struggle to get the conversation back on course. Normally, Devlin usually knows exactly where he’s going with every interaction and exactly the impression he wants to make. It’s just a matter of getting there that makes it difficult. He definitely has changed in his time as soldier.
☇ Likes; -Cats
-Savory things
-Teas
-Respect ☇Dislikes:-Disrespect
-War
-Violence
-PTSD ☇Fears;-A slow and painful death
-Fireworks: Triggers ☇Anything else?;Theme song
☇ Full Name; Ambrose Alexander Mitchem ☇ Age; 30 ☇ Origin; Chicago, Illinois ☇ Height; 5’11” ☇Weight: 155 lbs ☇Sexuality; Questioning ☇Hair Color; Black ☇Eye Color; Lavender
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☇ My Life;
Ambrose was born the youngest of four children, one in a pair of twins. While the Mitchems had planned to have a third child, twins were unexpected and put a bit of a strain on their time and resources. However, past experience, determination, and help from family here and there allowed them to provide an adequate life for all four children without undue hardship.
Ambrose always felt a bit of distance from his older siblings, but got along well with his twin brother Andreas. In their early years, the two mostly spoke only to one another and were always up to mischief together. However as they grew older their interests began to diverge. They never fully lost their connection, but where Andreas became more outgoing and assertive, Ambrose remained somewhat reserved and reticent. In time, his relationship with his older sister Angelena improved as distance from his twin allowed Ambrose to realize he had more in common with her than with he had thought. His eldest brother Christopher was still held at arm’s length, though the two were civil.
The Mitchems were very involved in their children’s lives, hand selecting schools and extracurricular activities to plan for the absolute best outcomes for the adults they would become. And Ambrose was a brilliant child, but also one who was easily bored and distracted. He was as often as not involved in some minor trouble, though he avoided getting on the wrong side of the law or letting his grades slip too far. His parents’ expectations were high and even his near perfect record was scrutinized and criticized for not being even nearer still. They knew he was capable, his parents would often remind him. He just needed to take things more seriously. The pressure became even greater as he grew older and Andreas buckled down, improved his grades, and left his trouble making days behind. That left only Ambrose who continuously bucked the system whenever boredom took hold.
It was Ambrose’s parents who encouraged him to join the military, fresh out of high school. Ambrose was really not interested, but his parents hoped that the discipline would help to straighten him out. And they were quick to point out that, unlike his siblings, he had no other career path he was interested in. Christopher had just finished his BAE to become an architectural engineer and was fielding job offers, Angelena was a year away from a degree and planned to become a paralegal, and even Andreas had aspirations toward business and finance. Only Ambrose was still undecided, committed only to taking general courses until he made up his mind. When his parents made up his mind for him, he went along with it just to avoid any further argument.
In time, Ambrose would come to be grateful for the decision though he wasn’t one to express it. It took a while for him to find his place in the military, but when he did Ambrose discovered that he had a true aptitude for the medical field. And as exhausting as the work truly was, he also found it very rewarding. It didn’t hurt that the chance of having a gun waved in his face was greatly reduced. There were still horror stories and things he could not unsee, and as he grew older it weighed on him to see soldiers younger than him sent home with missing limbs, broken minds, or under flags. But that only gave him more incentive to send home as many as he could in a hale and hearty state. The once unfocused and lackadaisical boy had finally become a fully committed, methodical, and attentive man. He cared deeply for the soldiers he served, formed several friendships, and has kept a few penpals over the years.
Life finally seemed to be on track for Ambrose. He even had a girlfriend, a high school sweetheart, that he planned to propose to. The time seemed right, he thought. He was twenty six at the time, had steady employment, and was finally ready to commit in all areas of his life. He invited his sister Angelena to go ring shopping with him but was surprised when the request was first met with a pregnant silence. What came next he struggled to believe. His girlfriend, the woman he was about to tie his life irrevocably to, had been cheating on him for the past three years. Worse than that, he was apparently the only one who hadn’t known. Ambrose lashed out, threw accusations angrily in his sister’s face, denied it all with everything he had. And Angelena let him, waiting for him to calm down before calling in her backup. Andreas had argued to tell him all along, she explained, and he had been saving every scrap of proof for the day he was let off the leash. When Andreas arrived with a stack of saved social media posts, photos, and private conversations Ambrose selectively chose not to ask how he had acquired, the truth was all too clear.
Ambrose spiraled after that and began to withdraw into himself. He worked more and socialized less, hardly making time to see his family and none for his friends. He was downing stimulants and caffeine to combat sleepless nights and keep focused on his work and it wasn’t long until he formed a reliance on them. His family was worried and each tried to intervene in their own way, but Ambrose just began cutting them out, one by one. He had hit an all time low when he angrily scooped up a pile of unread letters and was about to toss them in the garbage, never to be opened. But by some chance his eyes landed on one envelope in particular, the name belonging to an older man he remembered well. He was a soldier whose eyes told a story of going to hell and back then diving in for more, but what Ambrose remembered best was his inexhaustible charm and just how grateful he seemed to even still be alive. It struck a chord with him and Ambrose shuffled over to his desk with his unopened mail still in hand. He began to read the letters penned by men who found a moment of peace in the midst of hardship to share their thoughts with him. And he didn’t sleep that night until he had responded to each one.
It has been a few years since then and Ambrose has tried not to think about that dark time in his life. He has not dated since, but chose instead to focus on his work. And he has kept his friends and family close to remind him that he is still very lucky just to be alive.
☇ Personality; Ambrose is mild mannered and a little reserved, but he does enjoy company and won’t shy away from conversation. He doesn’t talk a lot about himself and honestly prefers to hear about others. He is usually wearing a soft smile but can become pensive or even brooding, especially when alone. What is left of his mischievous nature very rarely rears its head any more, but he is susceptible to bad influence, within reason.
☇ Likes; Coffee and Takeout - Honestly any quick jolt of caffeine will do, but he prefers coffee and coffee flavored energy drinks. And his favorite food is the kind that comes to him quick and hot with no work and no dishes to clean afterward; he has too much else he would rather spend his time on rather than cooking. Photography - It’s a semi-secret passion of his. It was never something Ambrose wanted to do professionally, but it is a much enjoyed hobby. Reading - When Ambrose does have down time, he likes to spend it with his nose in a book. Usually he keeps his mind focused still with medical journals and such, but will indulge in the occasional science fiction novel. Cats - Ambrose owns no cats of his own, but his parents have two and he adores them. He spoils them with treats, toys, and attention whenever he visits.
☇Dislikes: Cooking and Cleaning - Nothing bores and disinterests Ambrose more than mundane chores. He is capable and will cook and clean if he must and to an exacting standard, but he has never enjoyed it. Thanks to his time in the military he can’t even slack off as he now also very much dislikes having a disorderly space and will clean up after himself out of habit. Sports - He has just never been interested. He is a strong advocate for physical fitness and recommends sports to others, but would personally rather plug away at the gym than to toss the old pigskin around. Television - He doesn’t own one. He finds television far less engaging than books. When he was dating he made an exception for movies, but is not terribly fond of those, either. Birds and fish - The eyes bother him. He does not care how irrational that is; they just do.
☇Fears; Addiction - He came far too close once already and only luck, love, and support pulled him away from the ledge. He has seen the effects of addiction and knows the dangers; knowing that he almost dove in head first regardless of that terrifies him. Dating/Relationships - He was burned once already and it just about ruined him. He can’t bring himself to put himself out on the dating scene again. But he also doesn’t want to be alone. He isn’t entirely convinced that Timers can live up to their promises, but he is becoming desperate.
