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 Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:32 pm
Hey there curious one. Stumbling upon my shelf isn't...the best, but at least the door gives you some light, right?
Valkoli Linn Reniard
Human - 18 - Sadistic - Using weapons to caress males.
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Posted: Sat Sep 13, 2008 6:57 pm
 Valkoli, Linn, Valk, Sadist, and Hawk because of my sharp eyesight of seeing a shiny object.Haha, male. Wish for me to show you?--}=Candles on the Cake={-- Eighteen, the double circle.--}=Kingdom of Species={-- Human of course but not what you call...normal.--}=Number of Residence={-- Twenty one.Demented with a dark atmosphere. I stand at six feet tall, my hair is medium short. The mature style of a boy that looks like an adult's. I know, it's confusing. My eyes are a dark violet shade that appears black. People are quite surprised - or amused - when they find out the true color.
My skin is the middle of being pale and light while my frame is in the medium: Slim yet not completely since I do have muscles - not disgustingly bulging ones though. As for clothing, I'd rather not wear them but, if I must, it's normally a black long coat - preferably trench coat - and matching blank pants. Simple and easy to move with. Oh, and underneath that coat? No shirt. But if I must, it's just a regular white long sleeve dress shirt. Nothing fancy. As for shoes, just regular boots just in case I step into something or emergency. I'm not one for high fashion. I like roomy clothing if you didn't get that. Need room for my daggers.
As for scars or what not, I do have one on right hand, located on the left side of my pointer finger. Got it from my mother's cat. The blasted feline decided that my finger was a toy. Good or evil you say? I prefer not being on a side. I do everything on my own.Males only. I find females an annoyance.No one as of yet and I'm in no hurry for one.None as of yet. Not surprised.None, but it would be quite amusing to have some.--}=Weapons or Are They?={-- Many, thanks to the fascination I have. I have needles, daggers, guns, and swords. Father is quite mad about the storage room being filled with all that I've bought. You'll figure out why.Curious aren't you? Very well. Six daggers, of the many ones I have, always hang inside my coat, three on each side. I also have needles that fit easily into pockets of my pants and I can stick these inside the boots and pockets of any clothing by simply attaching a holder.--}=Skills to Survive={-- Fencing, sword fighting as well as fighting with my daggers if needed, thanks to my tutor back at home. --}=Downfalls are a Nuisance={-- I have the tendency of getting too carried away and may cut others without meaning to. My dirty mouth may as well. My sides are quite sensitive as well so if one nudges or pokes it too hard, well, it would lead to an embarrassing movement on my part. As for my fears, I hate heights. It sends a nasty feeling in my stomach. My words can sometimes be spoken like a snob - which angers others - when really I'm being blunt - if I wish. Oh, I also have horrid sewing skills, despite liking needles - and other sharp objects.--}=How Sane + Twisted?={-- You sure are a curious one, aren't you? I'll be glad to describe them. I'm one to be sadistic with any weaponry I can find. Knives, daggers (remember those in my coat?), needles, swords, guns, arrows, and probably a spear if I'm lucky. You see, I use these to show pleasure to those I find attractive with a caress I can find unguarded at any given time. Who knows, it may be on your butt, legs, member, thighs, back, hips, face, neck, and, my favorite, jawline. I'm also one to have a sense of humor but it's quite tainted. I find puns amusing too so don't be surprised if a twist the words I hear. As for other characteristics of mine, I do have good marks in school. However, sometimes I may get in trouble with what I say. Teasing other people is another hobby of mine. It's enjoyable to watch others expression when they realize it's a blade, or in a rare case, my hand, caressing them. I can also tease with words.My history has been quite entertaining as well as far enjoyable. I'll spare you the boring details and keep this sweet and short - like a dagger covered with icing. My family is, of course, a rich one. As a child, I was fascinated with shiny objects. I would hoard anything I could find: My mother's jewelery, needles, cutlery, glasses, records, and well, you get the idea. I've gotten quite a lot of punishment from doing that. Learning how to speak, write, walk, and all that other useless information were not too difficult - unless you count the tantrums I've pulled. My fascination with weapons came right when we studied it in school. They were gorgeous and I've been told a gleam in my eye. Hmm...wonder if that's a good or bad thing. Probably be both.
I do have a sibling, mind you, and she's my older sister. She annoys me with constant nagging of dressing more like a gentlemen than a middle-class. My parents are still alive but they are a boring matter to talk about and I only talk about them when it's necessary. You see, somewhere down the road, my fascination soon became deeper. I don't know how to describe it but it turned me into the man I am today. When I first caressed someone, and that was one of my childhood friends, with a knife in a teasing manner, they jumped away from me, knocked over the table behind them and fell in a heap of mess. However, what caught my eye, was that flush of color that was now upon their face. From then on, I did it every chance I got.
Women shrieked when I did it but men didn't cause a scene. Guess we men have more skill keeping our emotions down instead of women. Foolish broads. I did get punished when my mother found out what I've done and she took the knife away from me and told the maid to put anything sharp in a locked room. This is when I discovered my sexuality. I'm attractive to men more. Most of them here are devilishly handsome - like myself - and when you caress them and the result? Pure amusement and not to mention attractive. I know exactly where their spots are that sends pleasures up to the brain. Even if they try to hide it, I'll just use my other hand to guide a weapon to another area. It's a wondrous experience and I enjoy it. Some may call it torture.
Those who know what I do always have their guard but those who don't, well, they'll figure out soon enough. Some students won't tell them since, I bet, that they can't wait to see the reaction they will do once I caress the clueless students. I find it highly enjoyable even more than I did in my younger years. Hmm, seems like I went too far...
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