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 Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:20 pm
[Character Information]
Name: Ferdinand Mitzrite
Birthday: December 19th, 1985
Age: 23
Height: 5'9"
Build: Well toned body with defined muscles, but still on the slender and possibly even underweight side.
Ethnicity: Russian
Eye Color: Electric/Sapphire blue
Hair Color: Red
Hair Style: Extremely long side bangs framing his face, medium length at the back that sort of 'flips' out.
Jewelry: A ring in the middle finger of his right hand, mask, wristlet on his left. He has a love for necklaces and ear cuffs, but for some reason doesn't buy them for himself.
Piercings: None. He thinks of piercings as a form of 'mutilating' oneself, and balks at the idea.
Status: Single
Orientation: Bisexual/Pansexual? [He's not quite sure.]
Type: Not sure.
Notes: While Ferdinand is usually passive and obedient, he won't do anything he doesn't believe in. It is also near impossible for one to get to know him on a personal level, as Fer has a tendency to be extremely polite and avoids most questions pertaining to himself. If someone wants to be anything beyond formalities with him, they will have to be extremely persistent and adamant.
Oh. And not a good idea to touch his mask.
Position: Bartender and assistant cook at SHC.
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:22 pm
[Player Information]
Name: Kihoru, Demoral, Divinus, Luka [Call me by any of my character names and I'll most likely respond. XD]
Birthday: Dec. 12, 1991 [But I'm mature about things. I promise.. /snirk XD; ]
Age: 16
Occupation: Pending highschool dropout. OTL;;
Studying: Art~! IS MY PASSIOONN /SHOT/ I mean. D:
Time Spent on Gaia: >> Too much to be healthy.
Time Zone: Pacific Standard Time (-8 GMT)
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:23 pm
[RP Availability]
Type: MSNM/AIM/Guild
Status: Open-ish. D:
Type: Semi-Lit
Status: Always open. :3
Type: Lit
Status: Depends..
I have to make a note of this, although I doubt I'll have any trouble. But roleplaying is more of a task for me than an enjoyment if I'm not instantly interested. While I certainly do enjoy RPs, I hate trying to move an entire scenario on by myself. If you wish to RP with me, please please please don't make me do all the work! Even if your character is a super uke or something, that doesn't mean he'll break down and cry if I so much as poke him, okay?
Thanks <3
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:24 pm
[Training Log]
--day, ------ // ---
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Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 2:25 pm
[Wishlist & Gifts]
+ Venetian mask from Searan
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Posted: Fri Apr 04, 2008 2:27 pm
Friday, April 4th, 2008
It has been quite a while since I last had time to sit down comfortably without worrying about my life and how everything will work out. But now that I do, I've also decided to restart a journal again. My last one had been finished quite some time ago, though I seem to have lost the blasted thing. It's a wonderful gift, to be able to afford pen and paper again... and of course, have idle time to loiter about. I quite like doing that-- that is, nothing.
As per my tradition with journals, I'll give a quick overview of who I am. But no more than this mask I wear. I don't quite know why I always do this. I suppose it's a way of reminding myself that I do have an identity still, though I quite dislike showing 'me' to others.
My full name is Ferdinand Kaz Mitzrite. My father and mother were both Russian. Despite popular belief, my hair color is natural. But, I wear contacts to alter the color of my eyes. They're naturally brown-- a boring color, as it's neither hazel nor amber. Just brown.
I can't quite remember where I left off in my last log-- Not that I can find it, anyway. So it's quite useless now. Perhaps I'll search for it in earnest eventually. It bothers me not to have a journal record of my life... It feels like a piece of me is missing. I suppose I'm afraid of forgetting?
But at any rate, after losing my job and wandering lost for about two, three years of which time I spent seducing and living off strangers [It's not as bad as it sounds. Actually, I've always taken care never to have to actually sleep in the same bed as the ones who offer me hospitality.], I believe I'm finally offered a stable job. 'Stable' that is, depending on how long the owner's fancy towards my appearance remains.
His name is Searan, the one who offered me the job. I start off as a bartender for now, until I assess the situation and come to a decision in the first two weeks after the cafe-- or 'host' club is officially open. Then I have the option of requesting to partake as a host officially. I suppose right now that makes me a half host? People can request me if they wish, but I do not officially take the floor.
I liked the place when Searan introduced me around. It's classy and quaint, with the dorms surprisingly spacious and generous in its luxuries. For a drifter, it's almost like a dream come true-- And for the work, it's way more than I really deserve. I like making drinks, after all.
As good as this place is, however, there's no good without bad.. and I happened to meet the bad the very night I agreed to work for Searan.
They're twins, called Dominik and Viran. Viran I have nothing against, he's quite passive and friendly... that is, as far as co-workers go. They work as waiters in the cafe, that leaves them free to move around. I just sit at the bar and watch them. So far, Dominik seems to be the aggressive one-- surprisingly aggressive, but also extremely childish. I believe Viran and Searan both have a tendency to let him do as he pleases far too much.
In any case, Dominik is also far too inquisitive for my liking. He has the sort of personality where everything must go his way. Last night, the blasted fool got the idea into his head that he needed to see what was beneath my mask.
I must say, though I will never admit this in spoken words, that he is an experienced and extremely quick fighter in both tactics and skill. Unfortunately, being in jail [It was not my fault, I had done nothing to deserve it. I swear this on my honor.] for some time has taught me a few tricks that gave me advantage over the guy. If it weren't for that, I probably would have lost.
That's a rather displeasing thought...
Else wise, I'm not quite sure what to make of him. I don't like him, yes, but only because he was hostile to me first. What is it with him? I haven't said a single word to Dominik, and immediately he has taken an instant disliking to me.
Weird how people work sometimes. I'm just glad that Viran is not too inclined to take his brother's side. If Viran's style of fighting is anything to compliment Dominik's, it will spell trouble for me.
But I believe that is the only unpleasant factor so far. The thing about this cafe is that everything-- including the people-- are pleasing to the eye. The owner himself is no exception. Though he happens to indulge his flirtatious side a bit too much, I don't think Searan means any harm. He has more honor than what I can say for the ones I've been acquainted with in the past.
It will be amusing to see how they all act when drunk.
I believe that will be my new goal from now on. I think I'll invite them all down for a drink sometime.
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Posted: Sun Apr 06, 2008 7:58 pm
Sunday, April 5th, 2008
I feel horrible today. Though I haven't consumed any alcohol or eaten anything out of the ordinary, I seem to have a pain in my chest that doesn't seem to want to go. I tried sleeping it off-- usually helps, but didn't really this time. I went for a run, ate a bit and did just about everything I usually do when I'm feeling down. None of it is working. Why?
...Who am I fooling? I know why.
Two nights ago I happened to get two of three people drunk. Dominik, as my intention, and also Searan. Though I had thought that maybe I'd get some sort of material against Dominik, but instead it was Searan who seemed more talkative. Well, I suppose I shouldn't have been expecting anything else, as Viran had been there as well. He'd catch his brother if the other slipped up. Smart guy, refused to take anything I made for him.
In any case, Searan's past was interesting, though I daren't say it was a unique case. At least, not in comparison to all the other stories I've heard. As it goes, apparently Searan fell in love with a cop, who happened to be much older than him. They pulled together, then the man 'disappeared' sometime last year; leaving behind him a little girl, Money-Mei, as it seems to be her name. She's rather cute, if a little bossy-- But that's a nice trait when it comes down to surviving in this society.
Doesn't really sound like it pertains to me, hm? I guess... some things are best not written down. I don't like these memories returning. I'll probably be feeling insecure for the next little while... Hardly my idea of a fun time.
Ah... I wish I had someone to love again. This feeling... Is probably a mix of insecurity and loneliness. Not something I'm really known for. Heh. Oh well.. When the time comes, it will come.
Apparently the cafe will be open real soon and I'll be busy again. It'll be nice to keep my focus on my job rather than letting it wonder. It's probably just all this sudden extra idle time with nothing to think about. Relationships are tedious and demanding. If I can avoid it, I should. Once was enough, no? Or maybe I'm secretly a masochist?
In other news, it seems that we will be having a bit of music through the hours. I met the violinist/pianist, as well as the vocalist the other day. They're quite interesting. One wears an eyepatch-- a very interesting trait. I'd like to get to know him a little more and maybe get the story of that appendage out of him.
The other has a bit of an accent-- quite pleasing to the ear, though I regret to say that I didn't talk to him for long. As with Searan's expectations, both are quite good looking in their own right. I guess that's two more people on my list to get drunk.
It'll probably be harder when the shop opens-- less free time for everyone to gather during the nights. Ah well, I'll think of something. Perhaps a private grand opening 'party'?
Hm...
To end this, I guess I should put down something that Searan said that has been bothering me a bit.
He said that he had a bad first customer? Bad enough to send him to the hospital? As well, he mentioned something about having sex with patrons. Is this something that all the hosts will have to do?
If it is, I think I'll stay as a barkeep. There is little difference between being a high class host and having sex with anyone who can afford to pay, than a low class prostitute who does the same.
...You know, though.. I would be quite interested to see any patron dare take on Dominik, should his brother let him be a host. That man doesn't look like he'd be one to take it from below, despite his somewhat feminine figure. Maybe if someone pays me a large sum, I'll be kind enough to spike his drink for them. It would be nice to see the brat taught a lesson.
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Posted: Tue Apr 08, 2008 4:05 pm
Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
I never thought I would say this, and so soon too-- But I'm beginning to grow rather bored. I should be more grateful, but it's hard when one is surrounded by luxuries. I guess humans are just never satisfied. Once something is acquired, they search for other goals to keep them entertained.
I've been doing nothing but drawing lately, though I find the lounge singer, Naishi, the most inspiring to draw so far. He's not altogether elegant, but refined in a way I can't describe... and different, especially the shape of his eyes. Has a pretty enchanting voice as well and a nice smile, not that he seems too eager to display anything of such. I wonder why that is? Must be hard. I don't think I'd be able to live with myself if I didn't smile. After all, he did tell me before he went... Live to be happy, everything else will fix itself. If I don't smile, I think that past him would be saddened.
I received a Venetian mask yesterday night as a surprise present from Searan. It's beautiful... And I haven't been able to let it go since this morning. The gems and design is even more detailed and alluring than the one I have now.
Do you remember, Ivan? You were the one who got me this mask, before you left to pursue yourself. When you were still you, when you still cared for me. I wonder how you're doing? If you're still addicted to gambling as ever? Have your debts caught up to you yet, or are you still cheating your way through life unpunished, still a multi-billionaire, thinking that the world is your oyster and using people as you please?
If I see you again, will you be begging at my feet? Or will you be telling me, once more, that I can give you nothing and am worth nothing? Will you tell me to wear a mask and do the world a favor by hiding away, in echo of your past words?
Heh. You know, I tell myself that I don't hate you. It's a lie that I have to believe, for my sake. If I let my anger consume my sanity, you and I would both be pushing daisies from underground right about this time. How can I not harbor any ill will to someone who ruined me at the height of my career, someone who picked me up back from that ruination, only to cast me out again and shame me even more?
It's a fun game, isn't it? Let's raise this little boy up, see how high he can go through the social ladder. Then shove him off and do it again. Don't you have a guilty conscience, Ivan?
But I guess I do have to thank you. It had been a fun game of love, I'm just a little put out that I hadn't won. But it's okay. I'm doing fine.
I look forward to seeing you again. I'm doing as you told me, you see? I wear this mask for you.
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Posted: Sat Apr 19, 2008 7:24 pm
Saturday, April 19th 2008
I haven't written in a while. Well, it's not really my fault. Though I must admit I didn't really try to record anything down in the past two weeks, I can't help it if I'm so tired all the time. I'm....not quite sure why, either. There's still not much to do, so I spend most of my time sitting around behind the bar.
Then there's Dominik. I don't get why that guy doesn't leave me alone. It's as though every chance he gets, he's out to mess with me one way or the other.... But surprisingly enough, he's not that bad when you get right down to it. I spent most of last night up talking with him. It's a funny story...
A few days ago, a doctor showed up looking for Searan. An interesting type of guy, and not surprisingly, Nik took an instant disliking to him. The feeling is mutual, I suppose. Koen [As is the doctor's name] didn't really like either of the twins either. Which is... I'm not sure what to say on that. Viran isn't that bad, he's a pretty nice guy and I think he would have been pretty good friends with Koen if the doctor hadn't thrown out a quip the very second they met. [Well, minus... that ]
Koen is an interesting man, besides his inhumane beauty. There's something about him that makes me act differently, and that's.. unnerving. I've never really told anyone my story, and no one knows it unless they had been directly involved. But all that man had to do was ask and I told him everything... Within the first five minutes of him sitting down. That's not normal. He seemed to care, which also isn't normal. I'm beginning to think this host club in general is abnormal.
In any case, Koen also happens to be taller and stronger than Dominik physically. Not exactly the best of combination as far as that guy is concerned... Though Nik didn't seem very much intent on backing down which ever way. I think Koen challenged Dominik to play at some point, and ended up teaching the brat a lesson. Goes without saying that Dominik's ego was rather bruised. I've seen him sulking when he thinks no one's around. It's kind of cute and makes me want to hug him. If it weren't for the fact that he keeps stealing my mask and generally acting like a p***k whenever he is aware of me. Which was why it was so nice to just be able to talk to that guy and get to know what he's thinking without him acting like a brat or an a*****e. I wonder if he still would've told me so many things about himself sober, if he knew the deal I struck with the man he so abhorred?
Other news, there's something going on between Searan and Viran. Anyone with half an eye can see it, and I didn't even have to get anyone drunk to find out. I think it's quite amusing, the way Viran is always flustered whenever Searan lets anything drop. I kind of hope that guy would just admit that he likes the boss already. Call it selfish, but it's kind of annoying when I'm reminded that Koen ultimately likes Searan even when he's with me, despite our relationship being nothing beyond sex.
I had thought... Maybe it would be okay. A sexual relationship without the burdens of being in love. It's something akin to a one night stand, the difference being only that it happens more than once and we do not have other partners. But in the past, I've done it with strangers so many times that the act of doing it isn't anything special anymore, so why did I ask for something like this?
I wonder if it's different to have sex with someone you love? I can't imagine how.
Ah... Relations aside, I got a letter from Ivan today out of the blue. How long has it been.....? Three years? Five? I lost count. It didn't say anything beyond a date, time and place. I wonder where he found out my address? What interesting timing.... So close to my last entry about you? Good job, Ivan. Did you hire a new private investigator to stalk me around?
I haven't decided whether I'll go yet. I doubt Ivan has anything new to offer me-- Maybe a few hundred million, but I'm not that pressed for money. Or maybe he's come to ask me for money?
Hm.. On second thought, maybe I will go.
Date's on for tomorrow.
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Posted: Fri May 02, 2008 11:25 pm
Friday, May 2nd 2008
I've been so busy lately it's insane. The cafe, though not even officially open yet, has hired quite a number of curious individuals, so I have been spending most of my time getting to know them. But it doesn't seem likely that they will be going anywhere soon, so I will talk of them later.
The meeting with Ivan was... Nostalgic, if nothing else. I must admit that I was quite disappointed to find that he is still his old self. Cocky, arrogant, alluring.... And as I predicted, he seemed interested in nothing more than to have me back. As a one week ********, anyway. Five hundred million for a week... I admit, though I'm not hard up for money, that was an enticing offer. Though without the protection of knowing that he needs me, it's a risky bet to take.
I don't think I can take it, in any case. It's not quite the abuse, as Ivan seems so gracious to dish out every single time. But more like the act of being with him. I don't trust myself not to snap and kill him. I haven't entirely let go of that past case, after all. I wonder if I will be able to forgive him in this life time?
Old characters seem to be popping up left and right from my past life. The other day, my ex-partner walked into the club so casually it seemed as though he'd done it many times before. Lev. I missed that guy, and seeing him there almost made me cry. Uncharacteristically, I panicked a bit. We didn't part ways on a good note, as Lev had been one of those who had believed the rumors and evidence that Ivan had spread of me despite being my closest subordinate. Thankfully, the truth is out now and he no longer believes I am a murderer. I can see it when he speaks to me, the apology he wants to voice but not wanting to bring up the topic. Typical Lev. Perhaps I should make him apologize. I have a right to, from someone who nearly killed me himself, hm?
But it really was surprising. Lev has changed a lot since I had last seen him. He seems to be getting enough sleep and a lot healthier in general. I think he also quit smoking and alcohol. He's clean now, with an elegance and grace that I would never have imagined that guy was capable of. In fact, Lev seems to be more of a host himself than a customer, and definitely not a haggard cop. I remember when we still worked together, he was the typical American slob, eating fast food together in the car at four in the morning. I'm glad he kept his old scent, though. It's familiar and calming... I wonder if it's his natural scent? It's always the same, a very, very faint smell of apple orchids.
Unfortunately, our reunion wasn't anything to be proud of. Though we talked for a long while after my shift was over, he avoids talking to me during my hours. He would come in and sit at the bar, but I think he only does so to observe the others. While I admit it's always lively and fun in the club, I miss being with Lev. The ease and trust we had before is gone. When we talk, there's a formalness to our conversation that frustrates me to no end.
And what is it with Koen? Those emergency phone calls of his are starting to annoy me. How many people need emergency surgeries in a week, anyway?
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 7:12 am
Sunday, May 4th 2008Apparently Lev has an album of the time when we worked together. I wanted a picture of when we first graduated into the force for memory, to replace the ones I had burned. Somehow, I'm not surprised he gave me this instead.
Heh.. Thinking on it, Lev always said I looked haughty and displeased. But who wouldn't? It was his idea for me to dress up and play 'victim', anyway. I'm not exactly a born actor, as he and Percy both soon found out. But I'm glad we got the sick b*****d anyway.
Besides, he left me waiting at that party for well over three hours, in which time I had learned to garner quite a dislike for the perverse male gender. Turns out Lev had taken up the roll of being the camera man. I'm not sure I'm really pleased with that knowledge, but I suppose it is a fun little reminiscence of the past.
In any case, it seems that Koen has taken quite an interest in my journal. I will have to think up of a suitable punishment in due time.
I wonder if Lev still has my spare set of handcuffs?
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Posted: Thu May 22, 2008 9:07 am
Thursday, May 22nd 2008
I've been sick for the past week or so, doing nothing but lounging around in bed and watching the sun rise and fall. I didn't know it would hurt so much just to lay in bed and do nothing all day. When I finally got up, I could feel the blood rushing down to my toes, making my entire body numb.
In honesty, I think I tend to be forgetting this journal more and more often now. Though it's surprising, given that there really isn't anything going on in my life at the moment. Or maybe that's just it? Nothing interesting to record.
In retrospect, that statement is somewhat of a lie. There actually has been a few things that happened, but none of which I'm too keen on repeating. I guess I will do it anyway, as I have another day of sneezing to live through. At least the fever has gone down.
Apparently I've agreed to a 'date' with the club's number one host. Brad Lee was his name, I think? Ack.. Perhaps I'm going senile if I don't even remember that.
An interesting type of guy, I look forward to our meeting and who he really is. Although I'm afraid I couldn't keep my promise of our originally appointed time due to this blasted cold. No matter... If I've learned one thing throughout my observations, it's that Brad always seems to be high demand. I'm sure someone else can easily take my place.
I wonder if people are all the same to him?
In other news, Lev seems to be over his initial awkwardness and is easily sliding back into his old routine of 'looking out' for me. Simultaneously, I've returned to the old habit of venting my anger out on him. I've been scolded by Searan for dumping alcohol on my former partner, and I can't say I'm too pleased with that. Lev was definitely asking for it.
What else is there...
Ah, right. On the topic of the good detective.
Those damnable twins! I can't believe I'd ever lose a bet to bloody Dominik of all people.
And Lev... Why would he go along with Nik's stupid ideas? Viran, as well. I thought Viran was the most level headed of the three. I am wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. They're all bloody stupid.
The more I think about it, the more annoyed I become. Only Lev is ever able to trip me into accepting such unreasonable things for a simple harmless bet lost.
// TBC later
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