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Posted: Wed Feb 08, 2012 9:12 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 10:28 am
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╔══════════════╗
L U K E
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"Please...hold me..."
(( What it says in my file ))
Name :: Luke Nickname :: None. Sexuality :: Bisexual Collar :: Light Grey Charms :: Dove, White feather, Egg, Nightingale Age :: 15 Blood Type :: A
(( Looking in the mirror ))
Height :: 5"1 Eye Color :: Blue Hair Color :: Teal Favorite Types of Clothing :: Usually wears loose or over sized clothing. Tank tops, hoodies, Sweaters, etc.
(( Looking in my eyes ))
Personality :: Luke isn't really one for socialization, in fact he doesn't really know how to talk to people. Shy to the extent of being remotely mute Luke does as he is told, whatever that may be. But if his feelings are hurt he might start bursting into tears very sensitive to some subjects. Once he gets to know someone he might become more comfortable around them but grows attached as well. If someone tries to make him smile it might not take much. Luke's happy personality is darling. He tries to suppress his giggles sometimes but sometimes it's too much to resist. Likes :: ♥ Butterflies ♥ Music ♥ Being held close ♥ Rainy Days ♥ Warm Blankets
Dislikes :: ▼ Accidentally breaking things. ▼ Clumsily hurting himself. ▼ Being Hit. ▼ Overcomplicated tasks. ▼ Being Shy.
(( My Scars ))
Biography :: Luke was never quite tall, actually he was always considered this small. Carrying a disease that genetically keeps him in the form of a youthful male. He doesn't like being teased about it and might begin to fidget on the topic. It's embarrassing when he hears someone call him cute and tries to hide a blush. Aside from that his life story isn't quite fortunate.
At an early age Luke was the smallest of his brothers even his younger ones. They would pick on him mercilessly. His older sisters being the only comforting part of his family. His parents most of the time making Luke do chores around the home. Working with intense cleaning chemicals daily, his father on occasions beat him with a belt. Without even giving him warning it was something he did just to hear Luke cry. Bruises still remain scattered on his body. He still sometimes has nightmares of waking up bleeding or being told how useless he was. His sisters being the only people that cared enough to take him aside and hold him close. It was actually their idea to sell him to slavery.
It wasn't an act of cruelty but one that would save him from the rotten torment he was getting from the rest of his family. Taken away in chains Luke wasn't mentally stable. He was both scared and relieved of being taken back to his home. His father waiting for him, to hurt Luke in a wicked and twisted way. Hoping now he serve someone obediently, but also someone who can promise to keep him safe.
"...please..keep me safe."
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2012 3:47 pm
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K O S O R A
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"I can paint roses..."
(( What it says in my file ))
Name :: Kosora Saiden Nickname :: Some people call him Kori or Sora but his full name is fine as well. Sexuality :: Bisexual Collar :: White Charms :: Dove, White Feather, Nightengale. Age :: 16 Blood Type :: A
(( Looking in the mirror ))
Height :: 5'6" Eye Color :: Silver Hair Color :: Amberish but can on occasions be a Dark Shade of Brown. Favorite Types of Clothing :: Nothing too fancy, just warm hoodies and jeans comfort him just fine.
(( Looking in my eyes ))
Personality :: Shy and timid at first but once he gets to know his master he can be very affectionate. However he isn't one to melt easily it usually takes a bit of persistence. Likes :: ♥ Reading ♥ Drawing or Painting, he likes all kind of art. ♥ Music, he loses himself in it. ♥ Feeling Safe, he's used to being hurt. ♥ Someone who makes him laugh, which can be difficult. Dislikes :: ▼ Hitting ▼ Crying, he hates doing and seeing it. ▼ The dark, unable to admit it he has a fear of being alone in the shadows. ▼ Yelling ▼ His art being torn apart.
(( My Scars ))
Biography :: When Kosora was five his parents had gotten divorced and truthfully they took it well. But his mother was one who neglected him constantly and usually had his grandmother watch over him. The old woman was completely crazy. Most of his life being victim to her punishments for petty things like spilling a glass of water or listening to his music at the inappropriate volume. From burning his palm on a stove light, or pouring scalding water onto his back. Eventually he decided to run away. Wanting to stay with his dad where he could be safe from any pain. Instead he was taken by strangers and given a leash around his neck.
At age 12 Kosora was a slave and most of his life he went from good families to those who were downright cruel. The only safe place being school which he was still allowed to venture to. He discovered a love for art that only seemed to expand as he grew older. A love for music as well but only pales in comparison. He is shy about showing people his sketches mainly because he's been taught how bad it is by his grandmother of showing off a talent. That it should be remain hidden, his last mistress had been skeptical and tore most of them away. Treating Kosora as a toy, asked why he acts silent with other women and goes to men mostly for a sense of protection.
"...but I can't paint hearts."
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