David Turner

[David Turner]

•• David Turner

• Age: 18
• Sex: Male
• Appearance:
David can be described as a heart throb, he has no clue why. He's never tried to look good, and he's never really cared to be the hot guy at school. One he entered high school, it seemed almost second nature, and he wasn't even aware of it. All through middle, he'd been the cute guy. That changed though.

His hair is styled in a way that most guys aren't. This like most of him, wasn't even hard to do. He was born with this type of hair. David has that sort of Cruella De Vil thing going on. With the hair color that is. Most of his hair is a white, almost silvery where it can glisten in the light, while he has streaks going through it that are black. That's normal, he was born with that. And yet most wont believe it, and think he did it to look like a hunk. Thus they think he is one. (He's yet to understand any of this). David doesn't truly care if his hair is messily scattered upon his scalp. He's not really one to spend time getting it perfect, he'll brush it, but that's about it, he'll just let it fall where ever. And it doesn't matter, apparently it still looks good.

While his hair may seem abnormal, his eyes don't stray far from that neither. Nor does his skin. His eyes are a pale golden color. Not quiet brown, and not quiet anything other. They can look more palish yellow, but are unmistakeably as gold. His skin is a pale color, though with a tone tint, meaning he has color. But his color isn't the same as everyone's, your either pale or tan, he just happens to be under cream colored. And this gives him his full look, making him the guy girls seemed to chase.

That doesn't bother him, he mainly helps him in his goal to stay fit. But David stays clueless. He works out and has a nice build, even if someone wouldn't think this because of how thin he is. That is all because of the things he did while he was still in school, and not having to stay hidden within a house.

• Personality:
His attitude is rather lively and extroverted, but he is also short-tempered. By rather lively, it means that he doesn't seem down all the time. More or so a fun kind of guy, looking for something to do, and doing anything to keep the word bored from slipping through his mouth. He just wants to live life while he can, and now he seems to have all the time in the world to do just that, while being stuck in his new home.

While everyone sees the almost overly energized young man, they do not see the hot headed one that lies beneath the surface. If one bothers him enough, he will snap. He's in perfect shape to fight and will do it, he may hit someone, but it doesn't go that far, maybe a yell or two, but he can usually calm down to where he doesn't hurt the person. David took a year or two at controlling this, just so he wouldn't flip out on his father.

• What kind of people you like: Straight
• Which Role are you: Master
• Type of Sex you prefer: Doesn't matter?
• Custom Title:
[i][color=B30909]Blood[/color][/i] [color=gray]stained glass[/color]

• History:
David didn't have a fully privilege life. It was even a wonder he was born at all. His mother almost got a abortion, not wishing to have a child so early in a marriage. But by time she decided to get one, the next day, it was too late. And she was already in labor, having the son that really shouldn't have been born. March 23, a new member was added to the Turner family.

Though he wasn't fully wanted, that didn't mean they didn't love, him, not even a little! It was there, deep down, deep deep, ok so maybe they didn't, but who knew? After a week of his birth, the day him and his mother where able to go home, did she become sick. Having to stay in the hospital for the rest of her life. His father blamed him for all of this, if he'd just stayed in for a day longer he wouldn't have been born; his wife wouldn't have gotten sick and died.

After hearing this so many times, David started to believe such a thing. What made it worst day in and day out, is that his father would say how much he hated him, how he had her eyes, and nothing of his. That he wasn't sure if he was even his child, but they knew he was. The only trait he had was the eyes, and those were from his mother. The rest was unknown. Age ten his father started drinking, coming home later and later, with him dragging his son out of the bed, beating him until he couldn't move and passed out on the floor, too drunk to even stumble to a couch.

Years went by on this, and David developed a temper. He started getting into fights at school, coming home with bruises not done by his father; no one knew what happened at home, they all assumed the other scars and such were from fights on the street or something of the sort. Most fights started with comments that were meant to be funny, make him be embarrassed. Stuff about his hair, how he was Cruella De Vil's brother, or her twin, stupid stuff like that. How he would have the best life in the world, and he just did things to get even more. But after a while, and a few suspensions, he started to fear he'd end up like his father, he'd already fought the man three times, and fearing that he started controlling that. Giving off comments instead of throwing a fist. He could hold it back, and this seemed to get him more friends, and more popular over the years.

By high school, most of the school had already figured out what went on at home. They weren't all dump, but most took guesses, and when someone brought it up, they got a really cold glare that made them go running. People knew it, and they dropped it. The jokes stopped, and they left him alone. He was free to be himself. By this point he learned to stop going home at night, leaving it to wandering around to about two in the morning, when he knew it would be safe. His father though, started being able to take the liquor better, and could stay up later. Thus making David stay up later, his grades begun to fall. And because of the late night wondering, he stumbled on the mansion.

He didn't think about going in, and he didn't the first time. But the next time he came pass it, he did. He'd been wondering, it was maybe twelve at night, and trying to get by a robber wasn't the best thing. He got stabbed, three times. It wasn't all that deep, but it still hurt like hell, and he came pass the place, before he fell into the gate and it opened. A day later did he wake up in the place. Wounds healed, and ready to go. He's been there for almost a year.


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