Post by Kaine Yu on Apr 3, 2016 14:15:20 GMT 2
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Kaine Yu
the basics
the life style
the looks
the personality
Kaine doesn't have very many friends and he likes to keep it that way. People are useless, boring and are only good for fucking, if they have a dick between their legs. Otherwise, they're just another bag of meat to shove out of his way as he makes his way through life. Unless you want to pay him to break someone else's legs, Kaine is best left alone, just like he likes it.[break]
the history
Things didn't get interesting until high school. Kaine was always a outspoken independent child, and heading into the ruthless environment of a public high school, his head-strong nature turned him onto an aggressive path. He became competitive in soccer, hockey and wrestling, taking the suggestion from his parents that his energy was better focused in physical activities. He had been kicked from wrestling several times for punching the other boys in the face and just downright dirty fighting.
Dami and Kim sat the boy down, determined to get to the bottom of his aggression. After hours of arguing and near on interrogation, it was revealed that Kaine was gay. He had been taking his frustrations and fears out on anyone who had the nerve to pick on him. With love and support from his family, the storm inside subsided enough that Kaine could function relatively normally.
Towards the end of high school, Kaine found himself a skinny, gothic boyfriend. The kid was into all sorts of kinky shit and was the first person to introduce Kaine into the world of BDSM. His aggression returned when the kid left him for one of the football players. He beat his rival into a bloody pulp, and was sent to juvenile hall for 9 months.
The violence continues. It's cycle of violence, discipline, sex, weed and more violence. [break]PREVIOUS GROUP/RANK.[break]
the roleplayer
He was drunk. Or maybe just really tipsy. Either way, he couldn't look at his mug without seeing two floating around on the table. The alcohol left him comfortably numb, his mind slowed to a dull buzz. He could barely hear the bard playing a dirty song in the background, or the rowdy patrons singing along. He could barely feel the hard, wooden stool under him or the wall his back leaned into. Yeah, if he could exist in this state forever, Saarevat probably would. Forget the world's problems and the nattering of nobles asking how much he charged for a dragon's head.
“...Sir? Maybe I should come back another time?”
Saarevat opened one bleary eye, looking up at the finely dressed elven woman. Probably someone's servant. Had she been talking to him? He didn't know, didn't really care. She was just another annoyance.
“Whadya want?” he grunted, shifting around on the stool with as much grace as a salted snail. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked up at her, staring impatiently for her to reply.”You're ruining my vibe, elf.”
The woman spluttered, handing him a folded letter. “M-my Lord wished to speak to you about your services,” she said, waiting for the large Kossith man to take the offered letter. He simply stared at it, before turning his gaze back to her.
“I can't read Common Tongue,” he growled, picking up his mug to take a large swig of sour smelling ale. When he finished swallowing, he turned back to the elf. “Just tell me what he wants, or go away.”
“I... very well,” said the elf, before she placed the letter on the table in front of Saarevat and cleared her throat. “Lord Strudwick wishes to enquire about your services pertaining to the hunting of dragons. However, his request isn't for the death of a dragon, but rather the acquisition of a dragon's egg.” She had clearly rehearsed.
Saarevat perked up a little, running his tongue across the front of his teeth. “What does this Lord whoever want with a dragon's egg?” That would be a risky mission, even for him. High dragons were notoriously protective of their clutches and it would be no easy matter to find one, yet alone to take an egg from it. He'd most certainly have to kill the beast guarding the nest, plus any drakes she had lingering in her lair.
The elf stiffened a the question and shook her head. “I don't know my lord's mind in this matter,” she said. “I was simply told to find you and deliver the letter, or otherwise explain the situation. Beyond what I just told you, I know nothing.”
Saarevat grunted in response, settling back into his seat. “Sure, I'll just steal an egg from a dragon. Should be no problem at all,” he sneered, taking yet another swig of ale. “Tell your Lord Whatever that I'll do the job. But he pays half of the fee upfront plus provisions costs.”
He downed the rest of his ale and stood, rolling his neck to crack the joints. He had work to do.[break]
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