❝ I'll pull the strings, doll. Just sit there and look pretty. ❞
I am Toma Sao
But I demand that you call me Master, Lord
I'm not that old, I am Ageless
Are you blind? I'm obviously Beserker
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born September 24th
X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞
Do the measurements, I'm 6' 3"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 190 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Blonde
Look closer, my eyes are Orange and Gold dual toned
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have Scars on my arms and chest and a tattoo of a diamond on the back of my neck.
X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with It doesn't matter. The woman will be mine.
Painted They will adhere to my schedule and rules. I don't care about their personality. I will mold them into what I want.
And a few other things, like A halo and Star, and maybe a Ball of String.
X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞
People say I tend to be Quite obsessive, but that's why I have OCD. I simply am the way I am, enjoying the finer things in like. Due to my, as one could say, condition of species I am a little rash and volatile. I am demanding and particular. I like things to go my way, and when they do not, I can get quite enraged, to the point of violence on some occasions. I'm aloof and mysterious, never really reacting the same way twice, even though I have a necessity for order. Everything has a place and purpose. I'm not a terrible person if I am obeyed.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was doomed from the day I was born. There was never truly any hope for me. Born to a drug-addicted prostitute and a wandering soldier, I was nothing more than an accident laid upon two unwilling parties. My mother,s he tried to find my father after that night. She did a few times, and he told he the same thing every chance he got. "Drown that thing. It has no place in this world." Well, my mother, trying to be a saint for probably the only time in her life did not heed my father's warning, and instead raised me, thinking, I don't even know, that maybe I would bring her good fortune? It was a hard life. I was never loved. I was only there to pick my mother up form the streets when she couldn't walk herself. Most of my childhood was spent waiting outside doors in the cold, watch impeccable women and girl walk by, and finding my trashed mother behind the door when the man walked out, sometimes, not even paying me the coin they were supposed to for using my mother. And of course, when we were paid the coin, it was used to buy more drugs for my mother, given that she couldn't function without them. She was a gluttonous swine, and I wished everyday that she would just die.
When I was ten, I was caught lifting a loaf of stale bread to feed my bloated and starved belly. Of course, no one truly cared about the situation, or the poverty that followed. They didn't even as the reason I was stealing. They just locked me up and asked where my mother was. They didn't think it was so funny when I told them she was in bed with the mayor's son. Instead, they took me to a workhouse, chained me up to the floor and told me that I better get to work before they decided to lock me up forever. It was then that I had my first snap. My father's blood, tainted with war as it was, shown through when one of the older boys at the workhouse tried to steal my meal. I beat him bloody and watched as the others boys looked on in horror. They removed me from the workhouse and took me before the magistrate of the time. A quick to anger warlord who was more interested in fighting battles than protecting his people.
He said he saw potential in me, and trained me up. I was his person recruit, living in quarters not far from his own. He would push me until I snapped,a nd then he would punish me, making me clean boots and armor, never having a childhood. I was no better than a slave. That ******** b*****d was nothing but bermine to be crushed by my god damned hands on the battlefield I was goign to kill him and eat his living heart...excuse me. I served this man. I grew into a "strong lad" under his care. However, there was one token to my time with him. He had a daughter. A beautiful thing, with hair the color of spun gold. Her skin was white as lily blooms, and her eyes round and luminous. Her form, perfect. Much like the dolls she carried with her. That's all she was, A doll. her father brought her out when the men needed morale. She was on display at parties and gatherings, with her mother who had aged. A light in the dark, she was. So pristine. So perfect. I wanted her. I wanted to see how the perfection would fare against the most imperfect accident that ever was created.
I began speaking to her in private. Talking to her about her beauty. Sometimes, she would let me brush that fine hair that rested like silk against my hands. Rarely, he would let me see into her closet,. She would tell me which colors went best against her skin, and which materials flourished in which lights. I grew to be a close confidant in her world of seclusion and men. Her father was grooming her to be a bride he could sell off to some man who didn't deserve her. She was afraid of disappointing her father. One day, he found us speaking together and had me beaten. Bloody. When she came to see if I was okay, I was too far gone. I snapped at her and lashed out at her, before I knew what I had done. I hurt her, and the worst was seeing the fear in her eyes when she looked at me. That was the end of my time at the castle. I was sent out to do battle for my lord, fighting in his armies, trained up further by soldiers and beaten down by them in the same light. I learned a bit how to control my beserker tendencies, lashing out only in the heat of battle and slaughtering thousands that came at me. There were quite a few of us in this lord's collection,and out army was unstoppable.
It was only after the lord had dominated most of the surrounding lands of his home that he became satisfied with his holdings. He no longer needed fierce warriors to make kings fear him. he was in control of the lands, a King in his own right he called all of his fiercest to a gathering. He had many of his other warlords there as well. He tried to slaughter us all, even past out breaking points. We were violent and insane with our rage, but they found themselves a way to kill us, using gasses and swords coated in poison designed to counteract the enzyme that triggers us to go crazy. None the less, it took out nearly all of us. Only three of us managed to escape, and we all parted ways in our running.
I went to look for my mother, finding that she had been lain to rest in a pitiful grave, having no money and no titles. I felt no abandon for her loss. This woman had abandoned me long ago when she had not come after me when I had been taken. She had lost her claim to me, and I only grew angry. Finding a clean female, i took my obsession out on her. Making her flawlessly more beautiful. Working on her hair, her skin, eyes, makeup, everything I could. This female was frightened, and she fought to get away from me. I made her stay, until she killed herself. It was not my fault. I just... I couldn't take care of her. I don't know why she left me. They always do, these silly women.
I've lived alone a long time, putting my efforts into fashion, and doll making. Everything that allowed me to express the beauty of women without them leaving me. However, I'm ready to find another. I want another chance at someone to care for, and I'll be making sure they can not leave me.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Dolls
ღ Girls in Dresses
ღ Obedience
ღ Getting His Way
ღ Glitter
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Imperfections
✘ Girls Cursing
✘ Trashy Women
✘ Not Getting His way
✘ Dirt
X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞
A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I have superior strength, and can move rather quickly. I am also a bit special, given my ability to play with the senses od others, but not too much, and it's primarily vision.
Yes, there is some side things, like Toma is not a typical Berserker. He has the craziness, but not generally in battle, more along the lines of he's difficult to be around, and he's very stuck in getting his own way, even if he has to become violent.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Stellaluna Skywind
