Name: Sean (Bleach)/Sotd 17 (Son of the Damned #17)
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Race: Human
App: Albino, but gorgeous.
Sean stands at 6'4", he is well built as much as any army man should be. His hair is usually spiked up, and cut in that of an elongated buzz. He has pink placid eyes that can sometimes have swirls of crimson, or even become completely crimson when his mind changes. The best way to describe the swirls is comparing them to smoke from a burning cigarette.
Familiar: Riza, a young jersey wooly who will never grow any bigger than the palm of the hand. She can change shape to look like Bleach or a half human half rabbit thing. She also has a special mind connection with Bleach.
Bio: We are going to start off with calling Bleach Sean, since, after all he was Sean first.
Sean was born in a small and poor port village, since he lived on the water. He was born during the Victorian era in Ireland, when steam was beginning to be a popular source of power instead of gas. However, though the period helped Upper and Middle Classes of England, but Ireland suffered greatly.
There were never many children in his village, the place was so poor that children usually died from starvation or were sold into slavery.
His mother, knowing that she couldn’t afford to keep her child, was nearly about to sign the papers when she saw her baby. He was pure white, just like snow and had pink eyes that were large and curious. She decided that he would never survive more in any other place than right there so she kept him.
They lived in the slums, the cheapest place to be and lived off of rotting fish and meat. His father was an inventor, and often tried to come up with ideas that would help in making their lives better. It wasn’t until Sean was 6 that his father had reached his limit, sold everything they owned, including the house, and bought a boat, fully equipped. In a rash step to help their community, they lived out on the ocean, just barely making it as they caught fish after fish, and sold them for as little as they could to their neighbors. It was nice though, because they never went hungry, the family always kept a catch for themselves, only spending a little bit of money to buy potatoes, as Sean had needed them to grow healthy. Even his education went up because of this stroke of luck. Bleach was taught everything there was to know about engineering and motors.
One fateful night when they were docked at the port, a man in black snuck onto their small boat and stole their savings. His mother had caught the burglar and in an attempt to stop him she launched herself at him, however, he had been too fast and upon taking an old gutting knife his father had bought, stabbed her in the stomach. When he tore it out of her, it ripped every internal organ in its range and tore out her entrails. She died the next morning in pure agony. That was only two years after they had bought the boat.
After about 3 months of heartfelt agony, his father thought of a brilliant plan to make money. He sold everything he had, minus Bleach and bought a bar in town. In that bar, he and his son rebuilt it to make a club. He heard stories how men in Japan held these houses that hold women for sexual desires of other men. Unfortunately, there was an overload of men here in these parts and not enough women. So, he hired a select few to dance on the poles that he and Sean had built and the ones that were half way decent, got the job.
Sean should have known then that his sexual preference could have been guys. He enjoyed watching them much too much to just stop. He studied how people came in and went to the ones with the best moves. The guys just danced in their underwear, or rags even. What he thought was funny though, that it wasn’t only women who came into the bar, but some men too, that made him want to do this even more.
His father worried, Sean had been taking many dance sessions with every gypsy group that came into town and even got a contortionist to show him some moves that he could practice. However, greed made the boss man hard on his son, and pretty soon, he was rooting for him to go up on the poles and show everyone what his multi-talented son could do.
Sean was 13 when he started going up on the poles, dancing and whatnot. It wasn’t until his father had walked in on him, and 2 other men when he was 14, that he knew what Sean was doing . Infuriated at Sean’s sleaziness, he didn’t even realize that it was Sean who was on bottom, crying his eyes out and screaming help for 2 hours while each took turns with him. His father left him there after the two men gone, the worst punishment a father could give.
When Sean had turned 15, his father decided not to have another run in like he did a year prior. He made Sean wear womanly clothes to embarrass him, makeup to hide his face and made him dance hours longer that everyone else.
It was on one of these days after Sean had turned 16 that a young woman happened to walk into the club accidently. The expression on her face was a mixture of disgust and curiosity as she watched the men make fools of themselves. It was even worse than when she was cabin girl and was forced to sing in front of groups of men to avoid being touched inappropriately.
Her eyes scanned the room, looking for something the least bit interesting, when she noticed a young man in feminine attire wearing clown makeup.(as she liked to call it)
Growing irritated and unable to enjoy herself with the kid’s ridiculous look, she waltzed over to him and pulled him angrily down off the platform which he danced and lugged him towards the girls bathroom.
He said nothing as he was dragged and slammed against the wall. Every other woman in the lavatory ran out either screaming their heads off or muttering angrily how rude some people were.
She clogged the sink and turned the faucet. “Take it off.” She said, pointing to the faucet
At first Sean was confused, shaking his head. Then his eyes went wide and he shook it harder. “I can’t.”
“Why?” She asked stubbornly, “Is that s**t glued to your face? Now take it off. Everything.”
Without another word, he approached the sink and looked at himself for the first time weeks. His face was sweaty and tinted slightly pink from the blood rushing through his veins. His red lipstick was smeared, his mascara was clumpy and his hair hung limp. ‘She must think my face is only white because of powder.’ He thought as he washed the stuff off his face. There were trails of mascara that wouldn’t come off, but he didn’t care. He ran his fingers through his hair to clean that as well. It resumed the empty paleness of bleached flour as he shook his head, making access water fly off. He stood up and studied his face.
“Pretty.” She said in monotone, “Now strip.”
Sean had turned to the stalls when his father’s rough and angry voice rang in the bathroom. “Sean you better get the hell out of there! Last time I checked, you weren’t that much of a lady.”
Bleach had flinched at hearing his boss’ risen angry tone, and pointing out one of his many mistakes only made him blush. Luckily it was his guest that came to his rescue.
“You his boss? Good, get in here. I have a complaint.” She said, not waiting for an answer as she sat on the sink between the two.
Angrily, his father came in, “What’s the matter with him? Too submissive?” he asked, snidely, glaring at his son.
This made the young woman laugh, “Ha ha, no. Not submissive enough I’d say, but that’s how I like them. Now, to business. I want to buy him. How much is he worth?”
“For the night? 500 coins.” He said, suspiciously as she shook her head.
“No no no. I wish to buy him.”
The big boss crossed his arms, “He’s not for sale.”
The girl grinned and leaned back “I realize that. If he was, he’d be much cheaper. Hence why I want to buy him for full price.”
“Um…Do I get a say in this?” Sean asked, raising his hand, feeling completely lost at everything that was currently going on. He was suddenly a piece of merchandise.
“Nope.” Said the girl, still staring at his father for an answer.
“200,000.” He said, with a huff, “There is no way you could possibly-“ he was cut short as the customer was searching through her clothes for her money bag(s).
When she pulled out 5 fully packed bags of gold from her dressings and handed them to the boss, she turned to Sean with a smile, “Well, looks like your mine now.” The big boss was too mesmerized at how much gold their actually was in each bag, and how heavy they were. He had to place 4 of them on the floor in order to look through one.
“ What if I don’t want to go?” Sean asked, crossing his arms and staring at both his father and the young woman in disbelief. “I get absolutely no say in this?”
The young woman sighed and approached him, then took his shoulders and guided his body in turning towards the mirror. “Look at yourself. Can you confidently say that you like this person? Can you say it honestly?” She removed her hands from his shoulders and allowed him to just stand there, staring at himself.
He wore a black laced pink corset and panties. He had knee high stockings and platform high heels on. He couldn’t say that he minded, but he couldn’t disagree upon disliking it either. After staring at himself long enough, a growing tension in his chest had begun to form. No. He didn’t like it. He didn’t like how he was treated, or how his father looked at him before going to bed. He didn’t like wearing makeup and corsets. He didn’t like how the mascara ran down his face as if he had been crying. In a rush of anger he tore everything off, not caring whether or not there was damage to the piece or not. He ripped it all off until he stood, completely naked in front of the mirror, and a quirky smile met his face. He had a nice body, and he liked it better this way.
The woman turned to him and took off the cloth she had been wearing around her head. It looked like a sash that was aged considerably through wear and tear. She handed it to him and gave him time to tie it around his waist. “I own you now.” She said quietly, “now come with me.”
He paused before following her, and he looked at his boss. “Dad? Are you even going to look at me?” He asked, whilst his father was still staring at the mountain of gold in front of him.
There was some quiet, then, “Just go.” Was all the old man whispered.
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