O'Laf Price :||: D1 :||: FIN
Dec 2, 2014 21:23:48 GMT -5
Post by grim. on Dec 2, 2014 21:23:48 GMT -5
Warning: caution when reading, has sexual themes and disturbing thoughts.
O'Laf Price
<District One>
<Eighteen>
<Male>
"I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it"
He walks with confidence that radiates through his skin. His hair flops over his musky green eyes, like a curtain of endless amber. His lips a soft peach, pursed in the most inviting of ways. His lashes long and dark, framing his eyes with innocents. Even though his body has never known this idea of innocents. His jaw is squared and chiseled. His cheeks thin and bony, forthcoming the appearance of drug abuser, and an unnatural sickly thin. His face is stubbled with faint hair, placed aimlessly around his lip and chin, rough and corse to the touch.
His shoulders slouch in a comfortable way, seeming leisurely. His hips thin and fragile, almost mesmerizing to look at. His body is infected with many assortments of ink, from the neck down. Many of these imbedded ink designs are floral in some way. His stomach is like an empty game of tick-tack-toe, lined with such precision. His legs are firm and toned, from years of cardio training. His training persisted of mainly stealth tactics.
"Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it"
O'Laf finds comfort in temporary companionship. He has slept with more people than he can remember to count. Keeping his hands to himself is a manor he never had a grasp on. He has no particular gender attraction, to him pleasure is pleasure. His addiction to sex has never been much of an issue though, he manages himself with class. He socializes with every willing face, though District One is filled with many stuck up career students. Even though O'Laf is also a career he doesn't see the need to see himself as better than anyone.
O'Laf has always been a quiet thinker. He avoids conflict, and will sort of "go with the flow". He finds a release in harmless drugs, and the occasional alcohol beverage. I guess you could say O'Laf isn't normally at the happiest of spirits, but he makes due considering his past. He grew up with a thought in his mind that he was lesser than his elders, so he has a sort of intimation towards older people. At least he formally had an intimidation to older people.
Though he find comfort in the arm of another, he also finds peace in time alone. He spent more time alone than healthy when he was under age. His addiction to sex didn't come about until later in his life. Its not so much that he is addicted to sex, as to the fact that he is addicted to stability, the stableness of a lover caring even the slightest for him brings him sanctuary.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones"
O'Laf grew up in a rather empty house hold. Just him, his father, and his mother. They made a fair amount of money, enough to keep a big enough house to avoid each other. His mother thought about having more than one child, but after O'Laf all that resumed was one mis-carriage after the other. His mother never seemed the same after her series of dead babies. They called to the help of a religious man, and he told them it was a curse of the devil. Continuously seeding her with the same soul, refusing life.
His mother quickly turned to drinking. Partly because of her broken womb, and partly because of her husbands new taking to physical abuse. O'Laf's father never was a very engaged man. He was quiet and preferred little company. His father became violent after he caught his wife cheating on him, in the attempt to make a child. Not clearly understanding that it was her that was in capable of conceiving.
His father not only became extremely abusive to both him and his mother, but also became sexually active with his eleven year old son. O'Laf was eleven when his father physically molested him for the first time. He didn't know that this was an act of violence, until he felt the pure hatred in the action. His father began doing this on a more common basis. It became a more regular exchange, so regular that O'Laf became accustomed to the sensation. Accustomed to his fathers hatred, and the tremendous physical toll that it had on his young body.
O'Laf's father continued with his wicked act until his death. He died in an accident with a peacekeeper. O'Laf was seventeen years old when his father died, and he smiled with ever thrust of that whip tearing into his fathers back. He found joy in the relief of his death. That peacekeeper was his salvation.
"But chains and whips excite me."
Odair
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FC: Oliver Sykes
