1,2 he's coming for you!
3,4 better lock your door
5,6 crucifix
7,8 stay up late
9,10 you’ll never sleep again!
*Curiosity killed the cat, that how the saying went didn’t it? Why did he have to once more have to go and try and prove that right? He was always called to damn curious for his own good, and that was almost true 100% of the time. And now was no different, but even so how had he ended up here? This place was far from the most fascinating of places, and it didn’t really stand out against the other buildings of the city. But it drew the male in, like moths to a flame… and probably just as dangerous. He didn’t seem to belong here, not quite fitting in. Dressed in a blank pair of swears , and a cotton black tank-top, and nothing more he looked a little underdressed to be wondering around, in weather that was barely warm enough to call spring. Not hat he had really planed on coming here, actually the sudden stumbling onto his place has surprised him at first. All he had wanted to do was go for a walk, but the strange and new ‘atmosphere’ the city provided ended up captivated him, as all new things always did. He moved gracefully up the steps, pushing the open casually. He looked clam, and made it seem as if he belonged. He knew better then to stand out, though he already did that with out trying. If his lack of shoes didn’t do that, the scar that stood out on his right shoulder would. A simple A with a small subscript 1, and the name Cyne under it. And if that didn’t get him attention, his looks would. He stood about 6ft even, and probably weight about 200 pounds of pure muscle, he was a startling sight indeed, with strong shoulders, lean muscles, and sturdy frame he had the build of a fighter. yet even so there was a mindless about him, that said there was no ‘devil’ there. He stood quietly, his attention roaming the halls minor curiosity showing in his glance. Both arms were locked behind his back, leaving his frame straight and tall. A proud look about him, managing it even with a show of submission that was always in him. His hair was slightly messy, causing the blonde strands to falls over his eyes. it just long enough to give him that “shaggy dog’ appearance, of someone overdo for a haircut. His eyes were soft, light baby blue, the blonde hair obstructing them though from view, skin fair and nearly perfect besides the simple marking. In looks he seemed perfect in everyway, though personality, maybe a on the quiet side. A sword hung at his back, the dull light of the apartments catching it just right. The sword was part of him, he rarely went anywhere with out it. at his waste another blade could be seen, he didn’t hide them. It was always safer that way….*
+ When your scared just count to 10
You will feel all good again
When its dark just count to 8
The boogeyman will hide and wait
When you see him count to five
Pray that will stay alive
+
Name: Amaud
Nickname: Ama, Mau, ma, maud, aud, Amd, Ame, Amell, Amey, Ami and whatever else he was called.
Age: early 20’s
Gender: Male
Species: Demon and shifter.
Animal: any he wants
Master: Cain
Training: Guard, fighter, can be used as a trainer, sex/pleasure, breeding, etc
Powers: known for his ability to heal not only himself but others as well, because of this in Germany he was one of the ‘doctors’/healers that helped with sick or injured slaves. He has the ability to talk using his mind, to anyone though he only uses when he is told he is aloud. He has forms of mental shields as well as control of others, but also doesn’t use it. Can shift whenever he wants, and
Appearance: ashen blonde hair that has somewhat darker blonde streaks through it, not really long but long enough to fall into his face. Natural light blue eyes, but can change with his mood from anywhere from dark brown to green, to even some stranger colors. Has a nice size build, at about 6ft, and weighing about 190 pounds, all of the weight being in muscle. He appears healthy, and is obviously well cared for by whoever his master is. He has a fair complexion, that complete his blond hair blue eyed, look. Minor to no scaring the only one that stands out is the marking on his shoulder. Cyne, with an A with a small 1 subscript at the bottom showing which trade he belongs too. Can often be mistaken for slightly younger then he is.
Personality: He is one of the top slaves of his building, and in every way the perfect slave. Having the best of training, bloodlines/breeding, and care behind him he is quite the ‘catch’ for most slave owners. He is very respectful, and there doesn’t seem to be one rebellious bone in body, if anything he seems to enjoy his work. Aiming to please whoever is in charge of him at the time. He is always ready for orders and the type that will do what is asked of him the first time around. He loves attention from his master, but not really the type to go out and beg for it. He is quiet, and intelligent which shows in his eyes. There always something going on in his head, but it never hidden and it never bad. To those who are not his master he is friendly. Never the type to fight, even if pushed to the point that he has to fight, he would never finish it unless told to. There is no harshness in him at all, though on rare occurrences one can push him to violence.
History: He was born about 21 years ago to two of Cyne’s personal slaves, born into her care she raised him and did his basic training. Once he hit the age of 4 he was sent to his next master, for more in dept training which Cyne didn’t think she had enough time to give the young boy the attention he needed. He was passed around a lot, Cyne making sure he got the best training in almost every aspect he could. He went to his current master (Cain) when he was only 11, and that where he remains. His use as a ‘pleasure’ slave started earlier though, and he is often lent, or rented out to other vampires. He is one of the best in this field, and though can be used for fighting because of this is often not. Scaring of any type running his image, and his appearance being one the most important things.
Isolated
Alone apart
Isolated
Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again
Until I’m free
Here I stand in this room
Caged and trapped inside
Seems I’m damned to live a lie
Unaware of what's outside
Should I care
For what's left me behind
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I’m here alone and isolated
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
See I have no choice but be isolated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be
The monsters make me hide
Perhaps I’ll eat myself alive
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I can't care for what's left me behind
And stare at light that makes me blind
These broken walls trap me inside,
I’m isolated
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Have no choice but be
Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again
Until I’m free
Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again
Until I’m free
And I stare at light that makes me blind
Internally there's nothing left for me to be
I’m all alone
And Isolated
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Have no choice but be isolated
Struggling
Left alone
Apart
Pushed aside
Made segregated
Threatened
Forced to extract the heart
Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again
Until I’m free
+ They only hit until you cry
And after that you don't ask why+
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