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Username: Arkab



Name you wish your pets to call you: Anything
Bio: Though Dirac does not lack the ability to inflict damage on disobedient pets, the youth prefers to possess one who would serve voluntarily. Despite already being a young adult, Dirac sometimes behaves more like a child who enjoys the loving attention of others. Somewhat withdrawn despite the status as a master within the mansion, Dirac's liking for beautiful things often draws him to the pools situated just beyond the mansion's confines. However his interest extends merely to appreciating the view, instead of utilising the facility itself like the many other residents. Dirac was placed in an orphanage when his mother died, and at that time the young master was only six. Dirac always held a a grudge against his father, a gambler and an alcoholic who tended to abuse mother and son when upset. This translated into Dirac's innate dislike for others of his gender, and also the tendency to be rather protective of other girls. The only thing that Dirac managed to inherit from the family was his mother's love for white roses, which seemed to have been imprinted deeply onto him.

His interest for botany and love of white roses have left many a corner of the mansion's gardens with patches of the flower grown amongst the greenery, while his room was decorated with pots of white roses placed to blend subtly into the background. A faint floral scent permeates the room always, causing most who enters the room to relax over time.

Apperance : Dirac
Powers : Nature

How often you're online: Almost everyday.
Timezone: GMT+8

Pets:
Becky ~ XX_1HYP3RMONK3Y_XX

Hearing a soft knock upon his door, Dirac lazily made his way towards the door and opened it, only to be pleasantly surprised by the lovely sight that greeted his eyes. A young lady was standing before him, looking as though she was quite abashed. There was no lack of beautiful girls around the mansion, but few took the initiative to converse with Dirac, much more look for him at his room due to his quiet personality.

Dirac was quite amused at how shy the girl was, blushing upon his gaze of inquiry. With a genuine laugh, the young man took a step to the side of the door, then taking a slight bow and gesturing for Sareth to enter the room. "Hi there. If you don't mind, please do take a seat. I'm not one who places much importance to formalities. It's such a sin to have a lady as beautiful as you stand before the door and speak."

Hearing Sareth's words, Dirac's features seemed to knit together to form a deep frown. His gaze scanned up and down the young lady's curvy body for a while, before settling at last upon her unblemished face and commenting with a serious look that did not match his boyish appearance. "Nope, I'm not looking for a slave, and neither are you the material for being one."

Having said this, Dirac sighed slightly before lifting the young lady off the carpeted floor and gently placing her onto one of the chairs nearby. Seating comfortably upon a chair that was just opposite of Sareth, Dirac then leaned his body slightly forward, looking into her eyes as he continued to speak as if with a close friend. "Though I have no need for a slave, having a pet as lovely as you would be my pleasure. Do you have any objections to to this agreement between us two?"

A verdant tendril sprouted forth from a nearby pot of white roses to answer the door, coiling around the handle then opening it wide to reveal the person waiting outside. Dirac gave Sareth a loving pat on the head before heading over to greet the guest at the door, as the tendril slowly made its way back into the flower pot having completed its task. Looking at the Chloe and her soft pink ears, it didn't take long for Dirac to recognize who she was. "Hi there, Chloe. Is there anything that I can do for you?"

"It's perfectly fine. You don't have to be apologize. We haven't started doing anything yet, just sitting down and having a little conversation. Though on second thought, maybe it isn't much of a conversation either. Heh, I didn't even get the chance to get acquainted with her name when someone invaded my privacy." Dirac chuckled while pausing as if to think of what to do next, his boyish charm displayed in its entirety. It was impolite enough to treat them as though they were invisible, yet the intruder had to draw Dirac's ire further by entering without seeking permission beforehand.

His smile turned into a wide grin as a series of decisions were made silently within his mental confines. Taking hold of Chloe's hand and leading the girl into his room without giving her time for thought, Dirac issued a command to Sareth, his tone as amiable as ever. "I've invited a friend in for some tea. Could you show our uninvited guest the way out and close the door once you're done, my dear?"