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Name: Eric Young

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: Eric is usually calm and polite. He exudes a warm atmosphere that makes one want to simply curl up and take nap. But you do not want to make yourself his enemy or he will lash out with the force of a thousands suns. He can take people he doesn't like down in many ways and he's not afraid to use them. He is rather intelligent due to the many books he reads and it shows in his conversation. He speaks with a very formal tone having grown up very privileged.

Likes:
~ Playing The Piano
~ Reading
~ Rainy Days

Biography: Eric was born into a wealthy family with two younger sisters. He has had everything that he ever wanted since he was born and for most of his life it seemed that he would follow in his fathers foot steps and take over the family business when he got older. At first Eric was ok with this. While he never really found interest in what his father did why shouldn't he take over the empire his father had built. What else was he supposed to do? But this was all before he discovered music. Like many rich children Eric attended a private school which offered many classes that other schools didn't such as Piano. When Eric signed up for the class he thought nothing of it but when he began to play he felt something he had never felt before. True happiness and a love for something that on one else had expected of him. At first it had been just a hobby but later on he decided he wanted to do it for the rest of his life. When he told his father this he wasn't so much angry as disappointed. He told Eric that he would never make it and he should give up this silly dream. But Eric didn't give up that easily. He practised and study and soon he became a great pianist with enough money to buy his own apartment in the city and support himself without his fathers help.

Eric wasn't one to go to a circus much less one like this but when you needed to get away from your agent there were only a few places you could hide. Don't be fooled Eric wasn't avoiding anything serious he really just liked messing with Marsha who had a hard time keeping track of him as it was much less when he didn't feel like doing his work. And today was one of those days. As much as Eric liked to play the piano one could only take so much before they had to get away. So the circus seemed his best bet at a place to hide. Marsha would never guess to look for him here because it wasn't his 'style'. Whatever that meant...

Still as good of a hiding place it was Eric never would have thought it would be this type of circus. He had been expecting clowns and lions but what greeted him were what looked like street performers and contortionist. It had not been a minuet sense he had entered the circus grounds before he thought about leaving. But when Eric thought of Marsha and her shows he deicide he could stay at least a bit longer.

So walking down past booths and cages with various creatures and strange looking people he tried to have a bit of fun. It certainly was a sight to see. And while off of it seemed very interesting when he passed a small cage with what looked to be a young boy in it he couldn't help but stop and stare. He looked quite plain compared to all the other acts but maybe that was why he stood out so. He seemed to be just a normal boy locked up in a cage for no reason at all. That is until he began to scream at some of the passers by. Eric was put off for a second at the boys ferociousness until he saw him fall back in his cage panting. He then became curious. Why was this boy locked up? What had he done?

Walking up to the cage he stood a safe distance and said, "Excuse me are you alright?"

Eric watched the boy as he backed away from him. His eyes showed a mixture of fear that could only be attributed to familiarity with his situation. He didn't know how long the boy had been in his cage but it had to have been for a long time because even though he was afraid he seemed to be used to the constant teasing. Still that didn't mean he liked it. Eric watched someone poke at the boy he was a bit startled by his sudden outburst but he nevertheless stood his ground determined to help. He couldn't help but notice how the boy referred to himself in the third person when he was angry. He didn't know if this was simply how he talked or if there was something else wrong with him but he didn't swell on it long for as soon as the boy had started screaming he stopped and once again looked helpless and frightened.

"So your name is Kibou?" he said taking a small hesitant step towards the cage. "Don't worry I won't hurt you. I just want to know why your in this cage." Eric didn't know why he wanted to help so badly but seeing the boy scared and alone made him feel rage towards whoever had locked this poor child up.

Eric listened to the boy as he told him his name happy that he was making progress. When the Kibou told him why he was in the cage he looked puzzled for a second. 'Can't control him? What could that mean?' But he didn't ask seeing the obvious fear on the boys face when he spoke of it. When asked his name Eric gave a friendly smile and said, "My name is Eric Young. It's nice to meet you." In a normal situation Eric would have offered his had to shake but that definably wasn't a normal situation and he didn't want Kibuo to be frightened and think that he was going to poke or hit him. So he settled for walking up and standing close enough to the cage that he could see Kibuo blush when he looked at him. 'How cute...' he thought as he studied the boys face.

Eric watched the boy curiously. He couldn't ignore the way his heart fluttered a bit when he said his name. It was a strange feeling but he only showed a flicker of emotion across his face before he decided it was probably nothing. When the circus worker came to give Kibou his dinner he scowled at the way he spoke to him. Not only was it impolite it was demeaning and he hated people who where mean for no reason but to hurt others. He watched the man walk away still scowling before returning his attention to Kibou. When the boys stomach growled and he apologized he felt his heart lurch in a different way than before. "Oh, no it's fine." he said with a small wave of his hand as he smiled watching the boy take small tentative bites.

As he watched Kibou eat he thought about how he looked like he was savouring the taste as if he wasn't sure when his next meal would be and he wanted to make it last. This made him angry in a whole different way. Who gave someone the right to lock up this poor boy and make him feel that way? On one, that's who. When he realized this he decided that something should be done about it so why shouldn't he do something? "Kibou," he said with a smile. "how would you like to get out of here?" He didn't know what the boy would think of him, a total stranger, asking but he was pretty sure what his answer would be.