Post by Arien Iysteria on Oct 12, 2008 22:29:01 GMT -5
Name: Arien Iysteria
Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 160
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red and White
Markings: Raven tattoo on his back right shoulder. Rising Sun tattoo in the small of his back. Jagged scar on the inside of his right wrist where his father cut him and he nearly bled to death.
Personality: Arien is what you'd call the strong, silent type. He doesn't like to talk to people, and often expresses emotions simply through actions, and expressions, verses words or sounds. He has quite the temper however, against the fact that he appears rathe calm most of the time. His gaze tends to be a silent challenge, always set in a permanent glare, and daring anyone to mess with him. He tried to come across as untouchable. Unbreakable. But he has a couple weak spots.
What kind of people you like: Bi
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: Any
Custom Title: Night Dreamer
History: Arien comes from a poor family, where his father was never home, and his mother was always drunk. He supported himself, and his younger sister. He worked odd jobs here and there, and barely managed to provide food for everyone each night. Though one night, he lost his sister to sickness, and though this made it easier to provide, she was the only light in his life, and with her gone, he was in the dark.
His father came home at least once a night, but was only home for around an hour. He was always drunk, and always drinking. He was quite abusive toward both Arien and his mother, and for a time, his sister. Both of his parents had drinking problems, though his mother only drank because his father did, and took it out on her. It was her way of dealing with her pain.
Sample RP: Arien ran a finger along the scar that zigged and zagged along the inside of his right wrist. It was a physical reminder of his life before he became a slave. Of how he was the one who had to take care of his family, and how he believed he'd failed in doing that. Things had been bad back then for him. But then they'd gotten worse.
He wasn't type to silently take being treated as below someone. Of course he wasn't openly rebellious, preferring to remain quiet. So he was in a difficult situation, and had no idea what to expect. He'd never been here until the first time he came, and this was still that first time. He hadn't been purchased yet, he'd never had a master.
All he knew was he'd escaped one hell, just to land himself into another.
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Age: 19
Sex: Male
Appearance:
Height: 6 foot
Weight: 160
Eyes: Green
Hair: Red and White
Markings: Raven tattoo on his back right shoulder. Rising Sun tattoo in the small of his back. Jagged scar on the inside of his right wrist where his father cut him and he nearly bled to death.
Personality: Arien is what you'd call the strong, silent type. He doesn't like to talk to people, and often expresses emotions simply through actions, and expressions, verses words or sounds. He has quite the temper however, against the fact that he appears rathe calm most of the time. His gaze tends to be a silent challenge, always set in a permanent glare, and daring anyone to mess with him. He tried to come across as untouchable. Unbreakable. But he has a couple weak spots.
What kind of people you like: Bi
Which Role are you: Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: Any
Custom Title: Night Dreamer
History: Arien comes from a poor family, where his father was never home, and his mother was always drunk. He supported himself, and his younger sister. He worked odd jobs here and there, and barely managed to provide food for everyone each night. Though one night, he lost his sister to sickness, and though this made it easier to provide, she was the only light in his life, and with her gone, he was in the dark.
His father came home at least once a night, but was only home for around an hour. He was always drunk, and always drinking. He was quite abusive toward both Arien and his mother, and for a time, his sister. Both of his parents had drinking problems, though his mother only drank because his father did, and took it out on her. It was her way of dealing with her pain.
Sample RP: Arien ran a finger along the scar that zigged and zagged along the inside of his right wrist. It was a physical reminder of his life before he became a slave. Of how he was the one who had to take care of his family, and how he believed he'd failed in doing that. Things had been bad back then for him. But then they'd gotten worse.
He wasn't type to silently take being treated as below someone. Of course he wasn't openly rebellious, preferring to remain quiet. So he was in a difficult situation, and had no idea what to expect. He'd never been here until the first time he came, and this was still that first time. He hadn't been purchased yet, he'd never had a master.
All he knew was he'd escaped one hell, just to land himself into another.
Password: submit
