Welcome to the Logs of Amour d'un Tueur, owned by sage_the_vampirc_angel. This is a private journal, please do not post without permission.
Info
Name: Amour d'un Tueur
Owner: sage_the_vampirc_angel
Stage: Ship's Boy
Crew Position: Gunner
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Description:
Amour has an almost split personality kind of way of seeing things, such as females. To some point he adores them even beyond that he idolizes them, and on the other hand finds women disgusting and dirty. Poor Amour’s problems started long before he even left for boarding school. Growing up in a house where his mother, a French pirate, was barely around and his father, a Japanese merchant, only saw Amour when he wasn’t off selling slaves and gems. Amour was adored by the female servants of the house hold, to shy at that time to deny them their wishes, it seemed almost daily that Amour would end up in girls clothing as he walked the halls of his large home. As time went on Amour came to love the female clothing and at that point he renamed himself, much to his mother’s pleasure in French. He chose the word love, and so for that short period of time he was know as Amour.
And as every good story must come to an end so did that of Amour’s life. Now twelve in age, Amour returned from his last year of boarding school to his home on the worst possible day. It seemed that as Amour went to school, without him there to connect his mother and father together they had drifted farther and farther apart over the years. Once again home and free to cross-dress, Amour had changed into his favorite Emerald green kimono and decided to go and see his parent whom where both home for once when the sound of fighting reached his ears.
Running to his parent’s room, where most of the noise was coming from Amour pushed open the door to a sight and argument no child should ever have to hear or see. Standing over his still dying father, Amour’s mother was going between praying and cursing his father and some servant. Standing stalk still, Amour was quite long enough to comprehend that his father had started cheating on his mother, and that she had caught them together before going insane and brutally stabbing Amour’s father. Finally a soft gasp left his mouth Amour’s mouth and well that seemed to only make it worse, with the shriek of horror Amour’s mother turned leaping to attack him. But alas Amour was spared by a last sign in her dedication to the little cross dresser, the cheating maid through herself into the blade’s path. Screaming sadly Amour turned, running from his house never to return again.
From that day on, Amour’s vision of love was truly contorted as if growing up basically along in his own house. The hellish raving of both undying love and everlasting hate from his mother had turned Amour into some odd lover. When it came to love, death came instantly to mind. And with this Amour completed his name, Amour d'un Tueur, Love of a killer for in life all Amours wanted in the end was to murder those who did not love or accept him. Well at least that’s what most thought when hearing Amour’s full name.
And so it might seem that way with, tales of murders and hatred following Amour every where. But alas the young thin cross dresser was some times as easy to read as an open book that any one could peer into and read, and at some times some times he was as easy to read as a book written in a demonic tongue and locked a chest at the bottom of the deepest part of the ocean.
