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    #1 FieryCold, Feb 10, 2016
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    Alias: André ・ Role: The Chaperone ・ Face-Claim: Jaco van den Hoven
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    &&. BASIC INFO

    Name: André Prodanović (pr. as an-drei pro-da-no-vich; formerly van Leeuwenhoek)
    Stage Name: Anton
    Age: 23
    DOB: March 12th (Pisces)
    Ethnicity: Dutch
    Sex: Male
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

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    &&. PERSONA + PAST
    Innocent & Idealistic
    André lacks a firm grasp of reality and is one to linger in dreams. Mundane responsibilities such as turning off the gas or paying the bills are low in his list of priorities and thus frequently slip his mind. He is the kind to seek refuge on rooftops where he gazes upon the stars, pondering about alien life and how the Earth seems so insignificant in such a far-reaching universe. His innocence can be likened to that of children, whose hopes and dreams burn so brightly even in darkness, for children are oft so blissfully unaware that real life is not so accommodating. But unlike most dreamer-types, who eventually lose this semblance of purity as they grow older and more accustomed to a demanding society, the vigor in André’s step and the vibrancy in his eyes have not faded, even after all the years that have passed.

    Compliments naturally roll off his tongue, but this is not the product of many years of practice, nor is he, in the first place, a liar. One would still be able to sense honesty in his words. After all, André only sees the good in other people. This doesn’t strike as such a bad trait for someone to have, but for those who have experienced André firsthand, it is found to be something of a burden. André has too much faith in other people. He places them upon such a high pedestal and, when something isn’t up to par with his idealistic standards, it is outright ignored. As such, disappointment is a foreign concept to him. Unfortunately, while he has a vast network of acquaintances, because of his romantic disposition he lacks true friendships and has even lost the favor of his own parents. The way he sugarcoats reality and fails to see beyond his idealized versions of other people are simply too much for most to handle.

    Enthusiastic & Undisciplined
    Nothing can fail to excite André. He is adventurous and spirited; there is never an awkward or dull moment when he’s around. A master conversationalist, he is a natural at light-hearted talk. He is never the type to fret in social situations; in fact, he is almost always at ease, even in the company of strangers. One could even say that he is about as predictable as an open book. Even his own emotions are left out in the open for all to see. A conversation with him could leave one with the impression that they might have met in a past life, or that they are soulmates. Outgoing to a fault, André does not understand the meaning of personal space and is prone to displays of affection. Some remark he is friendly, others say he is nothing but a presumptuous attention-seeker.

    André is someone who just accedes to his own whims without prior thought. He is easily drawn to beautiful people and things like a magnet. It’s just the way he is, and no amount of effort to discipline him could change that. He doesn’t know the first thing about budgeting; even when he is making a fairly good amount of money, he manages to somehow waste them all away in just one go. His apartment is stacked with unopened paper bags and boxes filled with things he’s bought on impulse. They give him a sense of security.

    Superficial & Ostentatious
    Perhaps out of the entire host club, André is the most narcissistic of them all. Though he isn't too ostentatious, he does have a fashionable streak that teeters on the edge of flamboyancy. There are also times when he might overreact about certain things, and this is because he thrives in attention. He likes being noticed, he likes standing out. And he's one of those fools who'll believe every single compliment thrown his way and take every little criticism to heart. Not a character of depth, he only indulges himself in simple, light-hearted conversations; any other topic that goes beyond the current most popular band or movie and he clams up entirely. André can also be a little insensitive at times; he is prone to joke about other people's insecurities, and he doesn't understand when people actually get offended by his crude remarks. He jumps on the first sign of weakness and is quick to criticize, being that André rarely ever looks past a person's physical features. Beauty is his first and foremost priority, after all.


    André was born in Amsterdam to a conservative middle-class family. They had just enough to get by--enough to provide André, an only child, with his basic needs. After the death of his biological father--an unfortunate accident that occurred when André was but a year old--his mother remarried to a Serbian man named Dimitrije Prodanović. Thus commenced a life of frugality effectuated by this new family head. The only exception to his mother and step-father's austerities was André's education. Being educators themselves, they knew all too well the value of knowledge and how such weighs in on a person's success. It became so that for most of his life, André only attended the best of schools. His parents' expectations and strict upbringing were a heavy burden to bear, and that he was a dreamer did nothing to mitigate this. Such an ordinary, modest life did not suit him. He believed he was destined for something more, much more than this humdrum business of attending boring classes day after day, if only for the prospect of landing a practical and even more tedious job in the future.

    There must have been some kind of mistake, or so André believed. How could he have wound up with these unimpressive people who couldn't spend a dime on something other than what they called an 'investment'? He had nothing in common with them; what sort of dreadful luck did he have, to end up being their son? André would spend hours dreaming of possible future scenarios: he would run far, far away and strike it rich in a foreign land, or become a famous actor in Hollywood, revered by all--the only limit was his imagination. But reality would always come around the corner and pull him straight out of his reverie. Obligations like school and work reminded him that such imaginings were only the stuff of dreams, never reality.
    André hated everything about school, from its austere white exteriors to the dingy, clamorous hallways and classrooms. Every long, interminable hour spent there was a constant reminder of how monotonous life was and would persist to be if he did nothing to change it. He did not get along with most of his classmates either, as he had always felt envious of these wealthy types. André was jealous of their freedom and luxuries, and he felt embittered to think that his own life was relatively lackluster. Having been deprived of his wants by his economical parents, his desire for beautiful, luxurious things merely intensified, such that by the time college rolled around he decided to rent his own apartment so that he might be free from his parents' clutches. Over the span of the first few months, his parents provided him with some start-up money to help pay the rent, before letting him attend to it on his own. They believed that this would finally teach their prodigal son how to budget his money wisely. Unsurprisingly, they were mistaken.

    Two years went by and perhaps André became just a little too independent. Asides from attending his classes, he was working part-time as a model, but his income was not enough to cover all his expenses which were a lot considering André's extravagant nature. Most of his earnings would be wasted away on branded clothes, jewelries, expensive food--pretty much everything he had been deprived of growing up--and what was left was spent to sustain a recently developed smoking habit. Regardless, André remained blind to the repercussions of his impulses and persisted this lavish lifestyle. It was his own hard-earned money he was spending after all, he could do whatever he wanted with it.

    It's no wonder that André has lost more than a few friends over the past couple of years. His unrealistic views tend to put people off; moreover, he has this tendency to forget people pretty quickly unless he needs something from them. People grew tired of his behavior and cut all ties with him. To make matters worse, sometime during his second year in college, he quit school entirely to focus on his modeling career--a decision his parents frowned upon, causing a rift in their relationship. It seemed he no longer had anyone else, except for Damian, his best friend. Damian was a fellow model at the agency and had been the only person who stuck with him through and through. They were good friends. Damian might be a little terse at times and rude, but overall he was a decent guy who was fun to be around with. Sadly, their amicable relationship didn't last long. One day, André found Damian doing coke inside the lavatory during an important runway show. He had always known about his friend's addiction, but this incident was the last straw. André confiscated the drugs, but just his luck, a few models barged in at that very moment and saw the drugs in his possession. André was immediately fired and sent away, and his friend did nothing to stop it. For two months since, André remained unemployed, alone, while his hard-earned money slowly dwindled in his bank account. He had almost lost all hope, until a golden opportunity opened up for him in the form of a Host Club.

    (The Mistress), a long-time friend, had contacted him about this proposed business venture. Interest piqued and eager to get off the couch and start earning money again, he agreed to be her partner and together they founded the first ever host club in De Wallen: The Lonely Hearts Club.

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    They say that André’s most attractive feature are his silver-blue eyes. While blue irises are typically associated with coldness and unapproachability, his give more of a seductive vibe that draws more than it repels. His cheekbones are high, making him appear slightly gaunt, but the rest of his features such as his pale skin and thick mouth provide him with a semblance of delicacy and femininity. André also makes a point of being clean-shaven, as there is just something about beards and mustaches—just body hair in general that disgusts him. His curly hair, a bronze tinge that is especially evident in bright lighting, compliments his skin tone and the structure of his face well. André is also quite tall, standing at 6’1”, and is lanky in build. When it comes to attire, he is incredibly fussy. Business suits are not his ideal apparel, being that they are uncomfortable and too formal for his tastes, thus why one would often find him wearing smart casual clothes or something of that variety.
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    O T H E R S

    Alcohol Tolerance (or lack of it)
    One might think that a host's job is as simple as treating women as though they are princesses, but there is much more to it than that. For one, it is almost a requirement that hosts build up their tolerance for alcohol, for it is through drinking with their clients that they gain the most revenue. André has never been one to hold his liquor, and until now, he remains unaccustomed to so much drinking. As such, he has discreetly resorted to underhanded means in order to cope, such as exchanging the liquor with water or a fruit drink, or something of that variety without the clients' knowledge. Otherwise, when circumstances don't permit him to cheat his way through the drinking, he makes frequent visits to the bathroom where he vomits the alcohol. There have been instances when he coughed up blood as a result, and he is afraid that this might be indicative of esophageal cancer.

    That being said, André has this tendency to be abnormally anxious about his own health. While he has every reason to fear the consequences that too much alcohol and smoking could bring, he also unnecessarily comes up with these far-fetched ideas that he might have or contract other illnesses despite the absence of symptoms that normally indicate such, such as diabetes, malaria, and so on. He could stay up all night researching on various illnesses on WebMD, only to end up being more anxious and wary than before due to an overload of information of what he should and shouldn't be doing to stay in good shape.

    André has this unconscious tendency to bite his lips when he is anxious about something. His eyes squint or twitch whenever something repulses him, but it is a very small change in his facial features and usually goes unnoticed. He always maintains perfect posture, something he has been doing since he was a child, because he finds that people with good posture give a sense of class, of sophistication. He tends to cross his arms whenever he is tense or his authority is challenged.

    Poor Eyesight
    Those electric blue eyes may be mesmerizing, even debilitating for some, but André's actual vision is surprisingly inferior. Anything beyond 15 meters is a blur for him, thus it is typical of André not to recognize faces immediately from a certain distance. Regardless of this handicap, he adamantly refuses to wear spectacles, in the mistaken belief that these do not suit him, as well as the fact that it is too much trouble to keep them safe and clean. He does, however, have a pair of glasses in his possession for reading and overall convenience. He would wear contacts, if only he weren't allergic to such. Besides, the idea of having to touch his own eyes frightens him.
    Slightly Homophobic
    Although he insists that he is unprejudiced when the issue of sexuality is concerned, he can't help but feel some twinge of disgust when sighting homosexual couples. He is unaware of this tendency, chalking it up to a general aversion to public displays of affection instead. The rule concerning inter-office relationships is essentially his doing; while it does not explicitly state that homosexuality within the host club is forbidden, the fact that André was behind its enforcement is highly indicative of his discomfort in the matter.


    Cigarette smoking is perhaps André's one and only guilty pleasure. He can't go a day without lighting at least one cigarette, but recently he has been trying to cut down his intake to once every two days, as too much nicotine would be detrimental to his health. Smoking is almost like breathing air, once you get past the burning sensation in your lungs and the itch in your throat, but despite it he can't bring himself to quit cold turkey. It's just something that would constantly invade his mind, especially after an especially tiring day on the job. Whenever he tries to avoid it, he gets this nagging sensation that a part of him is missing. After years of indulging in such a vice, he can now do several smoke tricks with ease, such as smoke rings and the Irish waterfall (or French inhale). He also smokes pot, but this is relatively rare.
    Likes: traveling, pasta, adventure, old action movies, club music, the classics, expensive objects, aesthetics, branded clothes, sweets (especially chocolate), gambling
    Dislikes: metal music, noise, homosexuals, alcoholic drinks, anything that is generally unpleasing to the eyes, exotic food
    Fears: hospitals, illnesses, the homeless, getting mugged
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  3. The Not so Gentleman

    Face-Claim: Daniele Piovesana
    Role: The Gentleman


    Lorenzo Valentine Adalardi
    Stage Name: Valentine
    Age: 22
    Date of Birth: 26 may (Gemini)
    Ethnicity: Italian
    Sex: Male
    Sexual Orientation: Bisexual


    Charming and Charismatic

    Lorenzo isn't called the Gentleman for nothing. He has a way to get into people hearts, whether that are his genuine interested eyes, his bright and cheerful smile or just the way he behaves. Somehow people, from an early age on, have always been drawn to him like moths to a light. He loves the attention he gets, though there has been time that has been different, and he gives a lot back as well. He truly listens to a person and doesn't just fake his interest. He tries to help and offer advice when he can, sometimes just giving someone a compliment can be enough. He is also a very honest man and knows how to find something good in everyone.

    He likes to shower the people he cares about, and his clients, with compliments which is part of his charm. He is extremely good at reading body language, which tells him just what someone in insecure about, so he can use those weakpoints to his own advantage. Who doesn't want to be complimented on a his/her hair when they think they have a bad hairday? Or recieve some lovely comment on that new ring they so discreetly are trying to show of? Well Lorenzo will know what to say to warm a lonely heart, to offer his console and to give someone that little push they need. He will do it all with pleasure and likes to brings smile to the faces of other people.

    Perfectionist and Detailed
    Lorenzo is an absolute dedicated perfectionist. Failure is not an option with this guy, at least when it comes to his own work. His clothing will never have a stain on it, not a hair will be out of place. Even when he has gone to the most brutal storm, he will make sure he always looks perfect. However this doesn't mean he is vain, not at all it just seems to come as a second nature to the male. Furthermore he has an eye for detail, he will never serve a glass with a spot on it, the table cloth will always be perfectly straight at his tables. Lorenzo will never walk a step out of line, not say a word too much, or too little. He is the perfect dreamguy that every mother would like to meet and every father can call with pride his son-in-law.

    However this does not mean that he doesn't make mistakes. He does and he hates it. He will most likely tear himself open about it, without showing any of it. After all he has an appearance to keep up. Therefore he has a hard time dealing with people who are disappointed at him, he will often do whatever it takes to make up with them. Even minor mistakes (that other often don't even see as mistakes) can have him apologize repeatedly. Something that often leads up to further annoyance and he sees as one of his imperfections.

    Selfless and Sacrificing
    All together Lorenzo will make sure that his partner/client has the most perfect day/night and often forgets about himself. He will go to great lenghts to make sure that others like him and like what he does. He will do anything for someone else, even if he dislikes it himself or it causes him discomfort. He doesn't mind to sacrifice his own well being or his own time and happiness for the smile of another person. He just cares deeply about others and wants to give them the feeling they are cared deeply for. After all he knows what it is to be alone and have no one to turn to.

    Often he goes a bit too far in this and people will view him as clingy, or perhaps even stalkerish. Something else he views as a great imperfection of himself, but he can't help. Lorenzo can also be very evasive when it comes to his own feelings, needs and opinions, thus leading others to believe that he is faking it. Yet his care is never faked at all, once you find yourself a spot in the heart of this man he has a hard time letting go. When someone is mad at him or argues with him, he will always search the fault at himself, or blame himself, even when it is something he cannot help.

    Masochist and Psychopatic
    This is a side of him, he likes to keep hidden, but it is most likely the truest face of Lorenzo. He likes (physical) pain and he will always come back for more. However he will not cause harm to himself, he only likes it when it is implied on him. Other than that his 'perfect charming guy' personality is all an act. It is a product of his need to be perfect in the eyes of others. The reason he is so evasive when it comes to his own feelings, is because he doesn't really have any. He never felt strongly about something in his life, except maybe pain that is brought upon him.

    He feels mental challenges, like depression and such, only make him stronger as a person. It makes him more perfect, because he sees what he does not wish to happen to other. Also in a way he need the pain to get away from all the perfection, in his mysery he can let go, he can let out. All in the safety of his privacy of course. There is no need to be perfect than, at those moments, before he has to collect himself and act like everything is sunshine and rainbows.

    Perfect life
    Lorenzo grew up as the oldest son, with two younger sisters, in a quite wealthy family. So of course everything was expected from him and he could never be anything less than perfect. From a young age on he learned to please other and was brought up with the high ettiquette. His mother was a famous model and his father an important business man. Their lives could not be more perfect, they had a big house, big cars, all the money they could spend and much more than they could wish. Whatever wish they had it was granted immediately. They were truly living a live most people dreamed of, but with the lifestyles of the rich and famous was also a big downside. Many people loved them, adored them, but just as many people envied them and just couldn't wait for their downfall. Every friend you had was an enemy in disguise, just waiting for the right moment to backstab you. This is what made Lorenzo guarded, very guarded over his feelings and eventually even numb. He knew perfectly how to fake whatever emotion was needed, but he never truly felt it. He was just the throphy kid of his parents, not even a product of love at all. He was just another expectation, yet to the outside world they were the perfect family.

    Behind closed doors
    However like with many families, famous or not, behind closed doors it was a complete different story. His father and mother were not a marriage based on love, it was simply a business deal made between their parents. Thus the children were never given much love, they were cared for, but just like someone would care for a pet. It left the young Lorenzo with a feeling of emptiness that he desperately tried to fill, either with making his parents proud and doing whatever they told him, or with the happiness of others. Yet nothing really lifted that emptiness from him, however he figured that giving other attentions and recieving their compliments back made him feel slightly better. There had been many up and downs in the families life, the discovery of his fathers many affairs, in reply the fact that his mother had not always been faithful as well, rumors of fraud within his dads business. It all had not been easy times, but nothing had ever phazed him much, until the rape of his youngest sister when she was 14 and he just had turned 18. His father and mother blamed eachother for this imperfection in their life and they divorced not much later.

    The Divorce
    Their mother just took whatever she could get from their father and left them to fend for themselves. Their father, well with a business running and just having bought three new companies, he had no time to deal with kids. Lorenzo was left to care for his two sisters, with the help of their personell. Besides that he was still supposed to keep up his studies and straight A's in Economics to eventually take over the family business of course. Counseling, Therapy, everything had been tried to help his youngest sister, but she never wanted to tell who the actual bastard was that raped her. His sister got only worse and worse, leading up to a depression and even making her unapproachable for Lorenzo. Until a year after the incident, when she finally confided into him that the bastard they were looking for was no one less than their own father. A week later she comitted suicide by jumping off a 15 story building, while Lorenzo was trying to expose their father. The perfect businessman however knew how to cover everything up and even this. As soon as he found out that Lorenzo knew about it, he disowned him and left him with nothing but quite a big amount of money on his account. Money to make sure he would keep his lips sealed, and that was what Lorenzo did.

    The Separation
    He never ever spoke with any one of his family after that, he never even spoke of the hell he had been through. He had even gone that far as changing his name completely, so nothing could string him to that filthy family. Yet his sister had always been on his mind and his goal was to one day expose the beast his father was. However he needed a place to say, he needed a job and he needed a lot more money to go against this male, he despised with whole his heart. He remember from his mother the place she would loved to go, back when she was still living with them and that is how he ended up at the Lonely Hearts Club. And there a new chapter of drama started.

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    6'2" or 1.89m
    Weight: 163 lbs or 74 kg
    Build: Athletic and flexible
    Hair: Black
    Eyes: Green
    Skin: Sunkissed
    Other: He has scars on his right ankle from when he once had been attacked by a German Shepherd.
    Attire: Sophisticated or Business Casual

    He has a lean build with long muscles, that not overly show. His skin is a bit bronze colored due to the sun. His green eyes are mostly observant to make sure none of the clients are left waiting or interested as he listens to one of his clients life stories. There is always a pleasant twinkle in them, giving him sometimes a bit of a boying misschievous look as well. He has a quite high jaw line that either shows a kept, subtle little beard, but mostly is clean shaven. He takes great care of his skin, keeping it smooth and youthful. Lorenzo is not opposed to wearing make up to cover up the bags underneath his eyes or other marks.

    His clothing mostly consists of suits from of course famous and expensive brands. If Lorenzo is dressed more casual it will be a simple dress pants and a button down on top, accompanied by a jacket for when it is cold. Not much different form his 'official' clothing. He always wears a tie and known different kinds of knots to have a bit of a change in them. The design is mostly with diagonal stripes on them. He mostly wears dark brown or black leather shoes that are at all times shiny. He carries himself with great finesse and grace.

    His hairstyle consists of his bit longer black hair being combed back over his head or to one side. He makes sure to have a comb with him at all times for when he has to redo his hair. This is also for when the clients decide to ruffle through his hair or to make sure that there are no signs left of what he has done with a client (or the Marionette) when engaged into sexual acts. He goes nowhere without his Rolex watch around his left wrist that is mostly 5 minutes ahead, since he hates being too late. His right wrist in decorated with a simple braided bracelet from thread, it was a gift from his little sister and is his most precious possession.


    The Mistress
    She may be the only one that has ever come close to the amount of hatred he (still) feels for his father. He absolutely despices her, but of course there is nothing Lorenzo can do against her. However his hatred for her goes further than that of the other hosts. The way he forces The Marionette to be her lover, reminds him all too much of how his father took his sister. He has no clue that it is actually that relationship that enforces his secret relationship with the Marionette.
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    The Chaperone
    Unlike what many think, he absolutely doesn't envy the Chaperone. Okay, so he gets more money and a slightly nicer treatment from the Mistress, it doesn't outweights the fact that he is also the first on whom the Mistress lets her anger out. Besides Lorenzo has more then enough to deal with to be in such a position as well. The only reason that he has to dislike the Chaperone is for his interest in the Sponsor, as Lorenzo does not believe it is at all genuine, but just for the fact that she likes to be so giving with her money and presents.
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    The Marionette
    Maybe the fact that he likes the emotional pain is why he stays with {the Marionette}. He is bringing Lorenzo that perfect misery no one else can offer him. It is amazing how the other can completely crush him down and then rise him back up with just a few words. He is totally aware that it is a toxic relationship, but he can't break it off. He is convinced that he can make the other truly see him, that he can change the other around, that there is some care in that heart and that it is not just a game.
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    The Sponsor
    He always tried to keep his modest distance from her, since she was the girlfriend of his best friend, yet still Lorenzo came in between of them. Now she showers him with affections, with presents and with anything anyone would want. Lorenzo does accept it all, because of her role in the existence in the Lonely Heart Club, but he also tries to make it really clear that there is nothing going on between them, and nothing will spark in the future. He would rather see her back together with the Debauchee, something he tries to encourage, but all of that falls upon deaf ears.
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    The Debauchee
    This is the male that taught him everything there was to know in the world of Hosting. He looked up to the Debauchee, but slowly but surely outgrow him. At first it were only little differences and nothing that could break their friendship. However now that the Sponors has broken up with him and on top of that shows interest for Lorenzo, the breaks between them are becoming bigger and bigger. Lorenzo often tries to reach out to the male he still sees as his best friend, but he is either shut down by the Debauchee himself or called back by the Marionette. The fact that The Debauchee has not outed them after finding out about the sexual relationship between him and the Marionette sees Lorenzo as a sign that he can still trust the Debauchee, as he is totally unaware of the death threats his lover gives.
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    The Journalist
    Lorenzo is very careful around this new member of the Host family. He thinks the other is too nozy and Lorenzo has far too many secrets. He tries to steer clear from this male, while also teaching him the finesse of Hosting at the same time. The Journalist makes him very uncomfortable and is the only one that so quickly got under his skin and even is able to make him nervous.
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    Marie Antoinette {NPC}
    He has no idea if this is her real name, or just a cover name, but she still is one of his favourite clients. Unlike other ladies she doesn't force him to drink or engage into sexual acts, though they have shared the bed on several occasions. Still she tips highly for just having some intellectual conversations with him and he tries to help her get through the misery of having an unfaithful husband. Marie is one of the only clients he genuinely cares about and it is not just an act.

    Lydia Rood {NPC}
    One of his least favourite clients, but he still serves her with the same care and love as his other clients. She likes to orden insane amounts of drinks to cover up her alcoholism and mostly forces him to sexual acts, that he can not decline or she will go to the Mistress. Unlike with the Marionette he gains no pleasure at all from this abusive relationship with Lydia. However he bares it without complaint, for he can not jeopardize his job and the money she spends is quite pleasant.

    Felicita Paolina Donati {deceased}
    His little sister, who is nothing but a memory in his mind. She commited suicide three years ago after Lorenzo had found out it was their father that had raped her and even continued to sexual abuse her. If someone mentions her name, even when not refering to her, he still gets cold shivers running down his spine. All he does now is with her in mind and with a way to get his father expose for the beast he was and probably still is.

    Romana Violetta Donati {NPC}
    His eldest sister and the only one of his family that he trully misses after leaving him. They have never been close as children, his sister wanting nothing more to be just like their mother. She even is a quite famous model now. After the divorce it was no surprise that she chose to go with her mother, once she was old enough to leave the house at 18. She is two years younger than Lorenzo (or Giovanni Fillipo Donati as she knows him).


    ~ Horsebackriding
    ~Being outdoors (long walks)
    ~ Animals
    ~ Listening to peoples life stories
    ~ (innocent) Discussions and Debates
    ~ Bowling
    ~ Swimming

    ~ Overly touchy people
    ~ Ice cream
    ~ His family
    ~ Talking about his past
    ~ Flowers
    ~ Failure or mistakes on his part

    ~ Never being able to expose his father.
    ~ Some one exposing him.
    ~ Not finding happiness in his life

    ~ When he is nervous or annoyed with someone, he will adjust his tie even when it is perfectly straight.
    ~ Checking his hair in the mirror (just something he can't resist)
    ~ Biting or sucking in his lower lip when he is extremely pissed, but can't say anything about it.
    ~ He always holds his own drink in his right hand.
    ~ Tapping his index finger against his nose, while holding his chin with his middle finger and thumb when he is in deep thought.

    Favorite Color

    Emerald Green

    Favorite Animal

    Favorite Food

    Favorite Drink
    Red wine

    Favorite Season

    Favorite Movie
    The Killing Room

    Favorite Sport
    Horsebackriding - Cross Country

    Favorite Song

    #3 DarkiusHeavenstein, Feb 10, 2016
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    || ABOUT HER

    Face-Claim: Tao Okamoto
    Name: Ayumi Koto
    Age: 27
    Date of Birth: February 9th
    Ethnicity: Japanese
    Sex: Female
    Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual




    Shrewd & Precocious

    In more ways than one, Ayumi favors her grandfather more than her own father. Like him, she was born with a mindset that allowed her to mature faster than her young compatriots at school. And when one views the world with the eyes of an adult, it is difficult to continue associating with children. She often found herself isolated from the other kids during recess, at times by them and at other times from her own doing. It gave her time to self-reflect, a pastime which helped to develop her own wisdom as she observed the mistakes and wrongdoings of others. In time, she has matured into a woman slow to speak and fast to think; that is, she requires time to think over an idea before making a final decision. Her father, brilliant though he was, could be impulsive at times. Once she began her internship at Koto Industries, she saw firsthand the dire consequences of his spur-of-the-moment business deals, and she's spent years correcting mistakes. And, having pulled the company into success all on her own, she has more than earned her business smarts.

    Controlling & Fastidious

    It was almost inevitable that Ayumi would grow up to be the stringent woman that she is today. Whether it be her prim, tailored dress to the perfectly polished heels adorning her feet, or the spotless condo cleaned meticulously everyday, there is not one thing in Ayumi's life that she does not control. Perfection is what she aspires for, and perfection is what she will receive. Of course, the world does not revolve around her; she knows she cannot control the failings of others. However, it vexes her to no end when something she had firm domain over begins to slip for her grasp. To her, maintaining the people and objects in her life is her only way of functioning; without control, she loses equilibrium, and can find herself spiraling into a panic. As such, another trait has reared its ugly head over the years, one afflicting most affluent individuals: pickyness. You will find that when it comes to items (food, clothing, music) Ayumi is selective in her preferences to the point of being unbearable. She, of course, is unaware of this fault, and likes to think of herself as simply having distinguished tastes.

    Empathetic & Reserved


    For a family known to be quite secular, Ayumi's birth was a godsend to the Koto household. The couple were long thought to be infertile, leading to the popular idea that the family company would inevitably be given to an outsider. Understandably, this placed quite a strain on Mr. and Mrs. Koto's marriage. This union--pre-arranged by both parties' parents--hadn't had time to develop true, genuine love; thus, at the first sign of distress, divorce was quick to seamlessly weave its way into their daily spats. It was around this time that Mrs. Koto finally became pregnant, and thankfully so; hope of an impending heir put a temporary band-aid on their mess of a marriage. However, it was a bittersweet period for the Ayumi's mother. She was a frail woman by nature, and the stress of trying to become pregnant for so many years had left her worse for wear. She would spend exactly one night with her newborn baby girl. Then, at approximately 3 am, her heart gave out, and she died at the young age of 32.

    Mr. Koto was, needless to say, unprepared to raise a child on his own.

    was born in Okinawa, Japan
    is the only child of a wealthy CEO who owned a tech company. Mother died during birth
    her childhood was very lonely
    lived in a really isolated territory
    so she didn't really have friends or boyfriends. just money and school
    dad came when he could, but he was really busy with work all the time
    she resented her dad for isolating her like this
    but when she got older she understood why and chilled
    eventually started training at the company under her father
    found out he was an idiot business-wise. unofficially took over the business and just let her dad stay on as a figurehead
    started dating this middle-class dude for like two weeks
    they eventually broke up because they got bored with each other
    Ayumi decides that dating is overrated and focuses on the company
    dad dies
    Officially took over the business. It blossomed under her leadership, making her richer than she'd ever been
    eventually she moves "temporarily" to Amsterdam to oversee a branch of her company there
    feels lonelier than she ever has in her life allthesetallwhitepplsmh
    then suddenly! host club! just like home, except no asians
    at first merely curiosity brought her there. then of course, the undying adoration from the hosts
    loves every moment of it. the debauchee was the first to start draining her pockets. after that, she was hooked


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    • Physical: It is common for many youths to envision what they will look like when they grow up. Like many young girls, Ayumi idolized many aspects of feminine beauty in celebrities--height, curves, beautiful hair and skin, a walk that would turn any man's head. And maybe she was being far too idealistic in believing that she, too, would blossom into the perfect woman, despite the fact that her mother never had more than an A cup. She received a rude awakening when, after puberty, the only thing that changed was her height. Standing at the relatively average height of 5 feet 7 inches, Ayumi is an individual best described as "skin and bones"; weighing only 110 lbs, she is dangerously close to the look associated with anorexia. She defies everything traditionally linked to womanhood; soft edges are replaced with knobby projections, a delicate frame replaced with something lankier. Still, you could not consider her an ugly woman by any means. Like her mother, Ayumi has large, wide-set almond eyes lined with a generous amount of eyelashes. Her eyebrows--thick and black, much like her hair--give her a somewhat stern appearance, and are quite frequently knit together in focus. Shoulder-length black hair frames her face, accentuated by pronounced cheekbones that curve from her ear to just above her lips. Simple features perhaps, but pretty in their own way.
    • Apparel: It has always been imperative that Ayumi dressed her best at all times, even as a young child. As her father always repeated, her outerwear was indicative of her status as a woman, a person, and even her place in society. "Casual wear", such as sweats and flip flops, are neither in her vocabulary or in her closet. Rather, her normal day-to-day attire usually consists of modern office wear, but never business casual. She adores the brand Neiman Marcus and is often seen wearing their dresses, albeit she tends to avoid their more "risque" apparel. Heels and flats are her go-to shoes; only when she is exercising does she wear gym shoes. As far as jewelry goes, she has always been a simple woman; a single set of pearl earrings, paired with a long necklace and her favorite watch. Simple, yet expensive. Her outfits range anywhere in price from 1,000 to 10,000 U.S. dollars, and if she happens to be going to a particularly ostentatious event, the price more than doubles.


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    Healthy Living: Ayumi is one of those individuals who regards the body as a temple, and strives to do everything possible to taking care of it. That being said, she has limited her meals almost entirely to a stringent vegan diet, albeit she makes exception for seafood. Poultry, pork, and other red meats are out of the question; she replaces said meats with tofu, as well as replacing milk with rice milk. Of course, she doesn't expect anyone else to follow the same diet when she dines out with clients. However, she can become quite the advocate for this lifestyle, especially when it comes to those she cares about. Just recently, she has begun a project to open up a health foods branch under her company, although she has met some resistance from her board of directors.

    Koto Industries: This company was first started in 1950 by her grandfather, in the aftermath of World War II. It originally started as a home goods business, but as the company--and the economy--gained momentum, it was eventually branched out into a far more lucrative industry: technology. Koto Industries is currently one of the top five contenders for cell phones, computers, and home appliances, such as refrigerators and washing machines. In the last five years since her father's death, Ayumi has extended the company's reach to countries outside Japan such as China, India, Britain, and most recently the Netherlands. Her ultimate goal is to start selling to the U.S., as well as setting up a branch office there in order to further production and profits. This work gives her very little time for forging relationships; thus, it is a gift that she can come to the host club and receive some non-business related interaction.

    Sinful Inclinations: Ayumi prides herself on being an honest person. She doesn't parade herself as one person in one way place, then a different person in the next. However, there are some things she keeps to herself, including, first and foremost, the way she regards sex. Traditionally, it was custom in her family to wait till marriage to give yourself to a man. But when her father died and she became head of the Koto house, little by little, she has broken each tiny little rule that has safeguarded their clan for thousands of years. It is not unusual for her to bring a young man back to her hotel room some nights; they remain there until morning, and then once they are gone, she doesn't speak to them again. There is no point in her in continuing communication with such individuals. In fact, she makes it quite clear from the forefront what type of arrangement she wants: simple, short, with no strings attached. And being a woman who is used to getting everything she wants, Ayumi refuses to take no for an answer. This makes The Gentleman both entrancing and highly vexing to her, as so far he has made no attempt to change the status of their relationship from friends to lovers. She has been patient thus far; however, she is growing tired of his games, and may make a move of her own if he does not.

    Language: Despite having studied Dutch thoroughly before coming to Amsterdam, there is still a bit of a language barrier between Ayumi and the natives. For starters, while greatly diminished, her accent still remains intact, at times marring her words to the point that they are unrecognizable. At times she can't understand some of the slang that the natives use when speaking to her; on another occasions, she can't remember the proper phrasing for what she wants to say, and in her frustration is forced to make hand gestures. This problem is usually alleviated by a translator. However, as she is very private about her personal affairs, she goes by herself to the host club, and subsequently must tackle the language on her own.

    Time: The standards by which Ayumi governs her life is quite stringent; perhaps the most strict one is the way she regards time. Being late to any function is unacceptable, as well as something she views as a gross disrespect. She often leaves anywhere from thirty minutes to an hour early to arrive on time. If she sets an appointment at 9:00, she will be knocking on your door at 8:59. Punctuality is key to anyone being successful in life. Thus, it is only expected that she demands the same rules from her employees. While her workers do enjoy some leniency on rules, being on time is not one of them. If an employee is more than fifteen minutes without due cause, they are fired. No questions asked. Ayumi will not tolerate any workers who can't be bothered to show up to their job on time.
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    [BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas is a man who knows what to say and when to say; he's incredibly charming, and deliberately so, almost always utilizing such skills in order to get him something that he wants, be it a reaction or validation in the form of whispered sweet nothings under tangled bed sheets. He knows human emotions quite intimately, which is ironic considering that he is often at a loss when it comes to his own, and he knows the potential power of words, which effectively create something of a deadly combination that he abuses in order to gain what his fickle heart suddenly seeks. Kostas possesses a charm very much unique to him and unlike conventional ideas of the matter; he is not particularly eloquent or decorous, rather, something inexplicably dark and intangible lurks under the breezy, devil-may-care man he often presents to customers. Perhaps it is the danger that attributes to much of his allure, or simply the refreshing carelessness with which he treats life, but there is something so gravitating about the man, where you cannot help but think of him even after his presence has long gone. When he enters a room, heads automatically turn; it is difficult to ignore his person when so much of it demands your utmost attention, when so much as a single glance holds so much intensity and even the slightest of smiles is enough to send your stomach somersaulting. Like moths to a single, brilliant light, people are attracted to his being, where they suddenly find themselves unable to escape. No one can so beautifully sculpt a mind and then crush it to dust so quickly in their fist like Kostas can, and perhaps this, the chaos of emotions associated with him, is what draws them in.[/BCOLOR]

    Such danger, however, is unfortunately paralleled by a dishonest character of many masks. Kostas is no stranger to lies, be it little, white ones or ones of greater magnitude and ultimately consequence-- the man lies, and often, compulsively to the point where he sometimes doesn't realize the falsities that so easily slip past his lips and wind themselves in the minds of lovers. He does it with little trouble, and his bad habits are only further reinforced by how eager others are to eat up every falsehood and untruth. Kostas, just as he is a man of charm, is a man of persuasion and manipulation. People are perplexed to find that they cannot help but want to do what it is he asks of them; he plants things in their mind so that they feel as if the sentiment was their idea in the first place. The face he shows towards clientele is different, and sometimes opposite, to the one he shows co-workers. To those who come to the Host Club seeking company and affection he is amiable, perhaps reserved, but nonetheless genial, which effectively disguises his suspicious evasion of personal questions. To co-workers, however, Kostas is irritable, irrational individual who terrorizes fellow hosts as means of venting his frustrations. He's trapped working in a Host Club that he could care less about for a woman he despises. Kostas, not used to remaining in one place for one time, has been tied down for an indefinite amount of time and the thought of having to waste away his youth there makes him constantly agitated.

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    [BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas carries himself with a pride that just borders arrogance, though he's adamant that the latter is simply confidence, not cockiness. However, that doesn't stop people from making the assumption that the man is narcissistic, which, to a certain extent, holds some truth-- it is no mystery that he fancies himself a catch, and he is not shy about admitting such. He is comfortable in his skin, with his body, and as a result sometimes fails to remember that others have not arrived at the same conclusion with their own. Thus, he is somewhat vulgar, using profanities as if they were poetry painted black. Kostas is more open to talk about subjects deemed taboo or distasteful, despite the fact that he is required to watch his tongue during working hours. He is, however, less willing to falter or bend when the subject of his ideologies is under attack. Regardless of right or wrong, Kostas never fails to stand for himself, unwilling to play the role of doormat. What he seeks is respect and admiration, neither of which can be achieved if he admits defeat and ultimately weakness. He is in such great fear of being taken advantage of that he makes a show of doing what he wants; if one wishes to truly control him, they must make him think that the idea was his to begin with, to present to him the illusion of free-will, for what Kostas seeks is an environment where he decides his fate. Thus explains his anger towards the Host Club, as the Mistress exercises blatant and unforgiving control over the man.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]A trait that has often lead to toxic relationships and romances, Kostas owes this part of himself due to the fact that he does not view others as people, simply objects and tools he can freely use, without consequence or thought, in order to fulfill his selfish whims. However, it doesn't stop him from forming inconvenient attachments that more than often manifest and make themselves apparent through the form of jealousy. After all is done, Kostas will go on his separate way and expect one to do the same with no questions asked, acting uninterested once he feels he has gotten what it was he aimed for in the first place. But as soon as he senses even the slightest inclination that his influence is lessening, suddenly, without warning, he reappears as a more forceful presence than ever in an attempt to re-establish himself in ones life as a primary figure. Such qualities, already innate, seem to have been intensified by his unfortunate position at the Host Club, which marks a time where he feels he is losing control over the chaos that has become his life. His anal-retentive tendencies have become amplified, as well as his recklessness, which tend to work against him, as he is suddenly left with more messes to clean in the wake of his destruction that only make him feel even more so at odds with fate. One often wonders why Kostas doesn't simply treat others better, and perhaps more so as companions rather than playthings. Though a valid point, unfortunately, he is of the mindset that once [/BCOLOR]he has invested enough of his time into something then it should stay his and remain such; should anyone threaten that, then they must be reminded he is not willing to share.

    [BCOLOR=transparent]/ passionate & self-indulgent /[/BCOLOR]​
    [BCOLOR=transparent]One often gets the sense around Kostas that there is always some sort of electrifying, even at times overbearing, energy that exudes from his being. He feels emotions in strongly and in extremes, more so than others, which would not be such a bad thing if he was not so quick to act upon them. At times, its almost as if he completely lacks a voice of reason, as he almost always abides by his instinct, hence why he tends to invest himself fully in situations without looking back, or even forwards, for that matter. This particular quality lends its self a great deal to his obsessive nature, as once he begins, he is unable to easily stop-- self control is a foreign concept. Such explains why Kostas is particularly ardent about his beliefs and his hobbies; the man can garrulously go on for hours about the things that genuinely interest him, and once you've caught his attention, it's hard to shake him off. As a lover, he demonstrates similar qualities, as he is quite forceful and seeks a great deal of physical attention, which he feels necessary to validate himself and ultimately the relationship. Despite hating every second of his life that is spent working under the mistress, and though not nearly as popular as the Gentleman, Kostas has managed to build something of a reputation for himself, most of which are based upon two, primary factors: conventionally good looks and good sex. While one might seek the company of his fellow hosts for the sake of having a willing ear or shoulder to cry upon, most of Kostas' clientele come to him looking for more physical means of comfort, which he is more than happy to provide.[/BCOLOR]

    Man is often subject to the follies of temptation, be it manifested in the form of lust or of gluttony, or purely avarice. Those of stronger will-power find such temptations easier to resist, however, Kostas is one that lies well beyond the sphere of the moderate and humble. From a young age, he has always wanted more, left constantly unsatisfied in which he was often faced with a sort of emptiness and felt that one-dimensional gratifications could somehow fill the void. It began with materialistic purchases; a new watch might stave off his restlessness for a few days until the yearning would creep back. As he grew older, such desires developed into ones that did not only account for what could be bought but also included pleasures of the flesh, desires to live what is coined as the "good life". His integrity and work-ethic, as a result, have severely suffered; they are considerably underdeveloped, as he caves quite easily to cravings in pursuit of short-term pleasure. Unwilling is he to patiently wait and cultivate long-term fulfillment, hence his inability to stay tied down to one person for very long. Kostas is one to ignore his voice of reason in order to chase after the yearnings of the heart. Morality remains a close friend when he is not required to use it, but it becomes a stranger when suddenly there lies something he wants. No person is off-limits, no item too expensive, no act too unscrupulous.

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    [BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas never knew his father, but as a boy, he feared him regardless. Tales of a menacing, foul man that would come creeping with the night while he was asleep never failed to keep the child in line. He was a good child, mild-mannered and of pleasant disposition, but fearful nonetheless-- his mother, Damaris, saw to it that there wasn't a time when Kostas wouldn't bristle at the very mention of the mystery man who had helped bring him into the world. She filled his head with fantastic, manipulative lies, kindling a fear within the two of them that dominated much of their lives, though her fear for an entirely different reason. A young, giggling Damaris with blonde curls and blue eyes, the product of strict immigrant parents and a traditional upbringing, traveled to Las Vegas with her twenty-six year old boyfriend for her eighteenth birthday against the will of her family. Damaris had often felt that her relationship with her parents was one that was entrenched in a constant battle for control over her life and the trip would be the perfect symbol of the new-found freedom she had achieved in reaching adulthood, a beacon of hope in the despairing christian college and stay-at-home wife future her parents had laid out for her.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]It was just two weeks into the trip that, amidst nights spent gambling their short-lived fortunes away at casinos only to stumble back to their hotel room piss-drunk, Damaris, dollar store pregnancy test in hand, discovered the fated double lines that would go on to drastically change any plans the future once held for her. Her boyfriend, Richard, was more than receptive to the idea of raising a child, his own no less. She, however, expressed opposition from the beginning; it was she who wished to give the baby up for adoption, believing herself far too young and with far too much potential to let go to waste with the arrival of a son she could hardly care for. After much deliberation, which effectively exposed the weakness and futility of their relationship, they decided that the baby would go to Richard and Damaris would return to her family, ashamed, but her aspirations unaffected and in tact. Neither had expressed doubt of the agreement until October 23rd and the world of little Konstantinos, named after his grandfather, was brought into existence, transforming Damaris' own. It is often said a mother bonds immediately with her child upon deliverance, and though she had dismissed the notion as nothing but sensitive sap created to pander to the expecting, she could not help but think it true when, simply by laying her eyes upon the crying bundle in her arms, she fell instantly and utterly in love.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Of course, Richard, nor his lawyers, would not give Kostas up so easily. As soon as Damaris was discharged from the hospital, thus began an onslaught of legal cases and court hearings, which ended with a ruling that granted the father, who was already established and able to handle a new life to care for, custody. Unsatisfied with only the occasional visit and desperate to keep her son, Damaris stole away with the newborn in tow. She lived for the next few months sleeping on the couches of friends sworn to secrecy and working graveyard shifts, always struggling and in constant fear of being caught, until she had earned enough money to rent an apartment out of town. The two never stayed in one place for long, moving from city to city well up until Kostas was 11. His mother struggled to alternate between raising a son on her own and working multiple jobs to support the two of them, so it was not particularly unexpected that he had something of a lacking childhood, forever the new kid at school and unable to keep many friends for very long before Damaris picked them both up by the roots and transplanted them in the next state over.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]It wasn't until Kostas was 12 that a man walked into the life that he shared with his mother, a man Damaris introduced as Arnoud Dahlman, her fiance. He was a lanky, pale man with a thick accent, and he seemed to come from nowhere; his mother had only been through brief relationships and flings, neither lasting more than two months, and rarely brought men home. They married quickly, and a Damaris Marinakis became a Damaris Dahlman. The family, now of three, moved to Denmark upon the urging of Arnoud, who was eager to return home with his bride. Such caused a great deal of resentment that Kostas felt towards the man, whom he thought had little right to so quickly arrive and then whisk them away, to steal away his mother. A distrust for father figures, which Damaris had steadily constructed in her son, made it difficult for the boy to ever accept Arnoud as anywhere close to a father, no less a step-father. It was with dread which Kostas received the news that his mother was pregnant with a girl, Arnoud's daughter and first child. He felt that the arrival of a child of Arnoud's would only further undermine the tentative position he held within the family, as it would solidify the man's presence as a permanent feature in the Dahlman-Marinakis clan. Kostas' relationship, however, with his sister, named Penelope and more commonly known as "Penny", was quite different than what he, or anyone for that matter, would have expected it to become. A constantly working Arnoud and Damaris meant that the responsibility of caring for his half-sister after she had grown out of infancy fell upon the adolescent boy's shoulders, and, rather than kindling bitterness, acted as the planting of an adoring and close dynamic. The two were near inseparable.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]A 16 year old Kostas and 4 year old Penelope saw the birth of Jacob, and, just fifteen months later, the birth of little Nicola, neither of which Kostas had the opportunity of knowing very well. He, a high school Junior just on the cusp of moving out, was often out of the house, not only because he was busy, but because the tensions between his parents and he had become so insufferable that he avoided the place as much as possible. During the hours which Arnoud and Damaris were at work, Kostas could be found at home with Penelope, though come dinner time, he was off with friends or simply driving aimlessly through town simply for the sake of not having to return until the household was far to asleep to notice that he had returned. The rift between Arnoud and Kostas was one that could be easily explained, as it had always been present from the beginning, but the one that was slowly beginning to develop between he and his mother was of a more complicated type. As he grew older, fear of his biological father was shed in light of curiosity, and questions of the man's origins became more frequent, with Damaris acting increasingly avoidant of such questions. He sensed a paranoia in his mother, that she was harboring a secret, which only bolstered his frustration.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Only while attending college would Kostas discover the truth behind his origins. An undergrad student studying law, he had accumulated a great deal of stress before entering a state of depression to which he found no answer or explanation for. As if to make matters worse, while sifting through e-mails the morning of his 21st birthday, he came across a letter from a certain Richard Maddox. The contents would introduce Richard as his father, detailing the events that actually took place surrounding his conception and dispelling the fantastical lies his mother had filled Kostas' head with. He was, understandably, infuriated after reading the letter. Confrontation with Damaris did nothing to alleviate the unabated fury he felt, and, after an emotionally destructive dispute, he cut all ties with his mother. In the wake of the altercation, he, feeling somewhat liberated, arrived upon the realization that the path he was going down would condemn him to a cubicle for the entirety of his life. At 24, a year into law school, Kostas dropped out.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Whether the decision was one of merit remains debatable; after he abandoned his studies, he moved into a flat with a roommate much older than he and of bizarre qualities. Though Kostas was never home, the flat later became largely his responsibility when his roommate went overseas to be with family, a feat that proved difficult-- with only a bachelor's degree as his highest education combined with his entitled nature, it was no easy task to find a job, let alone keep one. A great dissatisfaction with the pace of his life developed; he wished to live in luxury as opposed to squalor, to travel the world and bask in a multitude of cultures rather than remain trapped in Denmark, to carry out his days without having to worry about necessity or obligation. As distraction, he became a frequent presence in the nightlife scene of De Wallen, spending money he neither had or could ever pay off. His desperation increased as unpaid adn overdue bills steadily piled up. Eventually, Kostas met what he believed at the time to be a godsend, the mistress of a local host club, the Lonely Hearts. She acted as a patron to finance all of his expensive pursuits, treatment he reveled in. But as he felt her control over him tightening and his restlessness increasing, Kostas felt the desire to leave, though he was not as willing to part with her fortune. With the mistress still asleep one night, he pocketed one of her undoubtedly expensive pieces of jewelry with the intent of selling it and left.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]His efforts would become thwarted when, idiotically, he sold the jewelry to a man much more criminally experienced. The man easily tricked him and made off with the piece. Sensing impending doom, Kostas hoped that by lying low for a few months would be enough time for the mistress' expected anger to subside. Just days after, however, she appeared at his door, having encountered little hardship tracking down his residence, and, after explaining that he could not provide reparation for the stolen good, she replied with words so simple that at the time he had not realized the gravity of the statement-- "You'll just have to work it off." [/BCOLOR]

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    [BCOLOR=transparent]/ Damaris Dahlman | Mother /[/BCOLOR]​
    [BCOLOR=transparent]Formerly Marinakis, Damaris is Kostas' biological mother, a Greek immigrant who lived in America for a few years before settling in Denmark with her first husband, Arnoud Dahlman. Kostas' relationship with her, based upon a poorly constructed foundation of lies and manipulation, has grown increasingly strained as time passed and he grew, ultimately leading to the complete severance of ties between the two. Though she undoubtedly loves him greatly, Damaris has often struggled to play the role of mother, which partly attributes for the resentment Kostas feels for her, though only partly-- after discovering the truth about his biological father, his resentment grew bitter and she became something of a source for him to pin much of the blame for his neglected childhood upon. To this day, he refuses to speak to her, despite her persistent phone calls. Even the thought of the woman brings a foul taste to his mouth; he is so deeply mired in his anger that he cannot see himself forgiving her any time soon.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]/ Arnoud Dahlman | Step-Father /[/BCOLOR]​
    [BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas and Arnoud's relationship is a destructive one, in which they are constantly at odds with one another; a younger, adolescent Kostas was quite thrown off when his mother, who had been largely single for quite some time, announced her marriage to a man he thought had wormed his way in and corrupted the daily lives of the Marinakis family of two. From the beginning, he did not hesitate to express both his dislike and distrust for Arnoud, whom, to this day, has not managed to elevate himself much higher from the status of "acquaintances". Such frustrated the man, who struggled to earn his affection, and if not, at the very least his acceptance. Frequent arguing was nothing out of the norm for the next few years, which Damaris was typically caught in the middle of, forced to pick sides, often choosing Arnoud and effectively frustrating Kostas further. Though the two are unable to see it (even if they could, they would never admit it), they are quite similar in several aspects; unconsciously, they've shared some pesky habits and match each other in temperament, or the lack of one. Despite often disagreeing, a deeply hidden part of Kostas wishes to connect with Arnoud, to see him act as the father figure he so desired and so lacked while growing up.[/BCOLOR]

    / Richard Maddox | Biological Father /
    Unfortunately, Kostas does not know his biological father very well, having just recently found out about him, as well as being separated by a large expanse of ocean. It was Richard (Kostas could never get into calling him Dad, no matter how much Richard insisted upon it) who first contacted him and it was through Richard that he found out the truth of his father's absence and mother's suspicious paranoia regarding him. They've met twice before, once when Kostas had just turned 21, and another time when Kostas drove to California to visit him, where he met Richard's wife and picturesque family. The entire occurrence made Kostas feel quite awkward and out of place, as if he were encroaching upon a perfectly functional home, so he has never been able to become quite accustomed to the Maddoxes, despite Richard's desire to grow closer to his new-found son.

    / Penelope "Penny" Dahlman | Half-Sister /
    [BCOLOR=transparent]Penelope, the first child of Damaris and Arnoud's marriage, was born when Kostas was 11, leaving quite a bit of an age gap between the two. Of his three siblings: Joseph, Nicola, and Penelope, Kostas only really knows Penny, the former being born relatively close to when he moved out and was not around the family as often. His bond with Penny is quite unlike the relationship he shares with the rest of his family members, as it is, surprisingly, healthy and vibrant. They are particularly close, seeing as he was left to assume the position of both a brother and a parent while the Dahlmans were serving more so as financial providers, dedicating much of their time to their work. Despite the rift that has grown between Kostas and their mother, Penelope continues to talk to him, calling nearly every weekend-- such freaks out his lovers, who are quick to assume that it is another woman. She used to visit, though Kostas prohibited her from doing such after taking up a job at the Host Club, as he worries that her perception of him might change after seeing what he does for a living. Recently, however, Penny has hit something of a rough patch, and her relationship with her brother is suffering as a result. Her calls have stopped coming and she ignores his, causing a great deal of concern on Kostas' end.[/BCOLOR]

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    "My mother says lovers are like buses. You just have to wait for the next one to come along."
    It seems that Kostas is perpetually stuck in a cycle of terrible lovers, one after another, who march into his life, masqueraded as some perfect light, only to leave in a destructive huff. He commonly attracts the type of person who is more interested in the idea of "fixing him" rather than in him, though such relationships do not last for very long, as they quickly grow frustrated and disillusioned after finally arriving at the realization that Kostas can only be fixed by his own will, and he certainly is not willing in the slightest. And, being someone who has had a number of girlfriends and even more so brief flings, Kostas has had his fair share of tumultuous romances. Three in particular have always stuck out as the most bizarre, the first of which involving a student named Rose attending the same college as he. A romance novelist, she was completely enamored with the image of her ideal man: tall, dark, and handsome, which she thought Kostas fitted perfectly. She was quite disappointed when, a few months into their relationship, he proved quite the opposite, however it did not stop her from trying to push him towards fulfilling such a standard. When he attempted to leave her, Rose, a kleptomaniac, stole his car keys, as well as various other necessities and possessions of value, and hid them for a few days so that he wouldn't be able to leave. The second of the three, and perhaps the most serious of all of his relationships, was with a woman named Emilia, whom he came close to marrying. After he decided marriage was not exactly a good idea, especially when concerning a man like he, in an act of desperation, she faked a pregnancy in order to keep him around. The third woman, Vivian, is one that occurred fairly recently and while he was employed at the Host Club. She was one of his clientele, and a dime a dozen at that-- yet another rich, privileged young woman who came to De Wallen on daddy's money for a girl's night out. However, she quickly grew attached to Kostas, even renting an apartment in the area at one point in order to be with him. When he ended it, she harassed him for several weeks, demanding that he take her back, only so that she could be the one to dump him.

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    / the mistress | Caroline de Veen /
    Caroline is a woman of will far more powerful than Kostas' own, coupled with the financial means and manipulative capabilities, to keep him successfully suppressed under her thumb. However, it is neither money nor an uncanny ability to influence and to exploit that has the man wrapped around her finger, rather, it is purely blackmail. It is, undoubtedly, a great source of frustration for Kostas to have every action dictated by a woman he so despises, all with a simple threat, a little what-if, a "reminder" of the unfortunate position he has grown increasingly entangled in. wip

    basically he stole from her, like rly expensive jewelry
    she caught him and he wasnt able to pay him back so she just has him work for her
    unfortunately that entails a whole bunch of other stuff; hes essentially at her mercy
    she blackmails him w threats of having him thrown in jail if he doesnt comply w what she wants
    has forced him into being her lover
    backstory: they met at a bar and hit it off bc both offered what each other wanted-- a distraction and money
    relationship grew increasingly messy bc of complications w unsorted feelings and overall lack of fulfillment; it wasnt a good relationship
    frustrations and tensions all around; constant arguing, angst, etc
    he wanted to leave her but not her money so he took some of her shet to sell it off but got screwed over
    and now here he is, at the host club 8)
    tbh if anything good has come out of their relationship its that he has more room to be a terrible host and not get fired

    / the chaperone | Andre Prodanovic /
    when kostas first started working at the host club he flirted w andre
    and andre is like, homophobic, so dude was NOT having it
    kostas is like "well fk u too" aND NOW THEY JUST REALLY DONT LIKE EACH OTHER
    are always butting heads and arguing over the littlest things
    around customers they're super genial and "hey friend" but behind the scenes tHEY ARe PUllING ouT HaIr anD kICKing ShINS
    a bunch of petty babies tbh

    / the gentleman | Lorenzo "Valentine" Adalardi /
    kostas abuses the heck out of this man
    and honestly its because lorenzo lets him

    / the debauchee | Taedon "Helix" Zehren /
    this guy knows too much
    and it puts kostas on edge
    hes got him under control 4 now
    what with threatening to kill him and whatnot

    / the journalist | Wesley "Leo" Hassan /
    hes pretty ok
    super gullible so kostas tells him crazy shit just to see him react
    he makes his coffee for him now (kostas basically treats him like an intern)

    / the sponsor | -- /


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    [BCOLOR=transparent]Kostas stands at an impressive height of 6'3", a height which never failed to garner much unwanted comments of how tall he is, and how much he dwarfs his peers, while living in the United States. However, after moving to Denmark, the comments are now a rarity; the male average is 6'0", meaning he no longer seems to tower over others or their female counterparts. Though he does differ in terms of skin tone; Kostas stands out against the mostly white crowd of De Wallen with his olive skin, which tends towards the tanner side, even when sun exposure is kept at a minimum. He is of lean build with well-defined muscles, a result of an intensive exercise regimen that keeps his athletic body nicely toned. With such long limbs, one would expect them to function quite awkwardly, though in motion Kostas proves differently; his movements are fluid and coordinated, deliberately powerful so that one cannot help but feel both intimidated and enchanted simply by watching him. Beneath ridiculously thick and low-set eyebrows rest lightly-colored brown eyes of an almond shape, framed by sparse yet wispy lashes. His dark brows, despite being relatively straight, are angled in such a way that makes him appear as if he is constantly smoldering, only adding to the imposing effect he seems to have over people. Kostas' hair, a brunette in color, is slightly overgrown from lack of a haircut for the past few months due to an uncompromising budget. Along his chiseled jaw, a perpetual cast of stubble grows regardless of how often he shaves-- come evening, a five o'clock shadow will have already begun to appear, thus he is almost never seen clean shaven for long. He possesses full, pale pink lips with a prominent cupid's bow, whose deep inner-corners make it seem as if his mouth is constantly turned up in a light smirk. His cheekbones, though not particularly high, are prominent and jut out in such a way that they further pronounce the hollows of his cheeks. It has the effect of making him appear older than he actually is, though only recently he seems to have reached an age that matches his appearance. Kostas' nose is one that remains the same width down the nose bridge, following a straight, constant path down before ending at a rounded tip. Due to his large nostrils, his septum is more visible than usual, and if one concentrates hard enough, they might notice the small bump where his nose was once broken.[/BCOLOR]

    If one were to run their fingers through his hair, they would come across a thin scar, still relatively raised and new. He has had it for three years now, the result of a bar fight gotten out of hand and a beer bottle cracked over his head. The scar is concealed by his thick, tousled tresses, and as a result remains relatively unknown. Yet another scar, much older than the first mentioned, spans along the side of the knuckle of his index finger from where a kitchen knife missed its vegetable target and cut rather deep. It has faded and presumed the same color as his skin by now, though a faint, white outline distinguishes it from the rest of his flesh. The rest of his skin, however, remains smooth and cool to the touch-- his hands are often freezing, regardless of how warm he may feel. Often, Kostas smells like bay rum aftershave and cigarette smoke, which can be assumed is a result of working at Lonely Hearts. Though not particularly unpleasant, it is certainly unique, and has become associated with his image as a host. As for attire, Kostas wears the typical uniform that is commonly required of hosts, which consists of a dark suit and silver jewelry. On the job, he is more often seen in a black suit and tie with a simple, collared white shirt underneath, not particularly being one for extravagance. A silver band adorns his right ring finger, which bears no inscription upon its simple, polished surface. Outside of work, his clothing is much more casual; aside from a few, well-tailored suits reserved for work, his wardrobe is almost entirely plain cotton shirts and button downs. Kostas wears whatever is clean and comfortable, and it is not uncommon to see him bundled in a hoodie while lounging around at home.

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    / quirks & tidbits /
    When anxious, agitated, or nervous, Kostas has a habit of running his hand, almost always his right hand, through his hair. One can tell when he's been particularly stressed when he shows up with his hair, which is typically haphazardly tousled, oddly raked in one direction.
    • He smokes tobacco as means of stress relief. During his breaks he is usually outside on the patio with a cigarette balanced between two fingers.
    • Kostas, because he sleeps with much of his clientele, goes through customers very quickly. Hence, he does not make a lot of money working at the club, ranking rather low among his fellow hosts in terms of commission. He is also older than a typical host, which deters some potential customers, as they come in search of younger males.
    • Kostas possesses an irrational fear of needles; the sight of them makes him physically sick, as if he feels the urge to vomit. Getting vaccinations is quite a challenge for both himself and his doctor, so he's fallen a few years behind on them. It serves as the reason why he doesn't have tattoos-- although he would love to get a few, he'd never be able to muster the courage to subject himself to hours under a needle.
    • Kostas has a bachelor's degree from when he decided to study law. Unfortunately, since he has not completed law school its self, he is not certified to practice law, and therefore the degree has become quite useless. It sits in a cardboard box in his closet, collecting dust.

    / coffee snob /
    Kostas drinks a blatantly unhealthy amount of coffee; on a typical day he goes through four cups, and in each cup he puts about 3 sugar cubes. He's somewhat of a connoisseur when it comes to coffee, as he's had it so often and for so long, ever since he started attending university. It was this beverage that gave him energy when he was forced to wake up early in the morning in order to face the long, grueling hours of the day, and he drank almost exclusively espresso when forced to study up until ungodly hours of the night. Kostas has grown acquainted with several different varieties of beans and flavor combinations to the point where he can taste the subtleties in preparation and in undertone. So much of a small sip is enough for him to identify the mode of preparation and the type of roast, which he is extremely particular about when pertaining to his own personal tastes. The man, who is already a terror at the Host Club, becomes especially irritable when he hasn't had his morning coffee-- an essential to his survival.
    / stage name /
    His stage name, Ares, is a play on his Greek heritage. The persona of the Greek God of War matches Kostas' own quite well that it seems a fitting pseudonym, and his customers seem to like it, as it evokes images of an all-powerful deity. Though he is only half Greek, his other half being American, he tells his clientele that he is fully Greek and was born in Greece. It is a barefaced lie, but they like it, as it adds a certain 'exotic' quality to the host. Whatever brings in money, he supposes.

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    ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ❰ . Caroline Esmée de Veen !! ❱ ▬▬
    face claimZazoe van Lieshout  ;  role∶ The Mistress  ;  themeHurricane - Halsey

    Carol - derived from Caroline
    Devil - a play around her surname
    Age 23 years old
    Date of Birth November 2 (Scorpio)
    Ethnicity Dutch
    Sex Female
    Orientation Heterosexual


          Unrelenting & Sadistic
    Many 'colourful' words can be used to describe Caroline, but among these, unrelenting and sadistic topped the list. Caroline isn't one to back down from a challenge, no matter how unfavourable the odds are. She's a fighter, not a quitter. Her opinions are also one that isn't easily swayed. Convincing her to change her mind about something was like trying to plead mercy from a carnivorous dinosaur that was starving. Very few people can manage to sway her opinions and decisions. One of such people would be her dearest friend and business partner, André.

    As for her sadism, it isn't the common one wherein people find pleasure in the physical pain of others; Caroline's is much more elegant (in her opinion). Physical pain only makes her cringe, emotional pain however was one she loved to see. The sight of a person struggling with their emotions, be it sadness, anger, or fear, Caroline loved the sight of it. Thankfully, this factoid about her could easily be hidden from the club's clients. It wasn't exactly something that she wanted for people to know. Who'd want to go to a club after finding out that it's owner was someone so twisted up inside? There were probably some, but Caroline doubted that the numbers would be many. As it stood, the club was already not quite as popular as she anticipated; loosing more customers was the last thing she wanted to happen. However, this doesn't mean that there aren't those that are aware of her sadistic ways. The hosts of the Lonely Hearts Club are all aware of how sadistic and cruel she could be. And why wouldn't they be? The dearest marionette of their club was her number one victim after all! She doesn't mind letting her employees know. In fact, she finds it better that they're aware of how she is. They know what they're getting into, so they can't exactly blame her for not telling them because she did--albeit not directly. Regardless, they were still informed. She isn't afraid of them knowing and blabbering to the clients about it, for one, she displayed good behaviour around others, so much so that she was confident they wouldn't believe what her hosts are saying about her. And second, she knew that they needed her more than she needed them... or at least, that's what she lets on. Truthfully she needed them just as much as they needed her--or rather, her employment. Of course, she would never reveal this fact to them. If she does, she fears that she'll loose her hold on the boys.

    There was also the fact that Caroline is known to be a very ruthless person. Anyone who does her wrong gets punished one way or another; this holds true most especially for anyone working under her. Incompetence was something she didn't tolerate. Crossing her may just be the worst move a person could make. She was definitely one to hold grudges against others. Caroline may not be able to exact her revenge on someone immediately, but she vows to one day; even if the person who did her wrong lived on the complete opposite side of the world. Needless to say, if any one of the boys were to step out of line and do something that would affect her negatively then they can be ensured that a punishment would be awaiting them.

         ✦ Observant & Manipulative
    Caroline has a keen eye for even the tiniest of details. She good at reading people, find out what their ticks were and whatnot; what they feared and what they desired. Naturally, it takes a while to gather her information. She isn't a mind reader after all, it's not like she knew magic that would allow her to peer into the mind of others instantly. It takes time and the time of which varies from person to person. A very open person is one that was very easy for her to read and may even take only a five minute conversation if they were naïve enough. For the more secretive and introverted type, it takes longer. It can take from an hour long conversation, to months of constant communication for her to gather the information she desired.

    These things that she learned from people through her observations are tucked away for when she needs it. What would she need it for? Why, none other than blackmail of course! This is where her manipulative ways come into play. Whatever information she learns, she'll use it to make people bend to her will. Her manipulation isn't completely limited to her blackmailing people with information she's gathered. Sometimes--or rather, most of the times--she manipulates people on an emotional level. Caroline toys around with their emotions, be it by riling them up with anger, sympathizing with them, or ever flirting and seducing; Caroline controls them emotionally. People don't often realise her doing it until it's already too late and she's already managed to trick them into doing her bidding. There are, however, fools who never seem to realise that they've been played even long after she's used them. Those people never ceased to amaze her. She couldn't tell if they were complete dunces or she's simply that good at the art of manipulation.

          ✦ Independent & Self-Confident
    Insecure is the one thing that people will never describe Caroline as. She's far too confident in her own skin to ever be considered as insecure. While Caroline knows that she isn't the prettiest girl in the planet, she knows that she's still beautiful. Others would beg to differ but she simply doesn't care for their opinions. What matters most to her is what she thinks of herself. As long as she's happy with her own appearance then fuck whatever others think. She doesn't need anyone else to know that she's beautiful. Her self-confidence doesn't only apply to her physical appearance though, it also applies to every thing else about her. She's confident in her own abilities. Again, Caroline knows that she's not the perfect human being, she's not good at everything; but she knows that there are some things that she is certainly good at and she fully intends to use her skills to her advantage. Quite obviously, Caroline is not one to put herself down, especially not for a compliment unlike what some other girls do. Truthfully, she doesn't see the logic that people have when they're fishing for compliments, regardless of their gender. Caroline finds it too pitiful that people have to resort to pity to get a compliment. Needless to say, she isn't one to deny a compliment to thrown at her. In fact, when she is complimented, Caroline would often throw one back out of courtesy--that is under the circumstance of there being something she can actually compliment the person for. Otherwise she would merely express gratitude at the compliment and try her best to not blurt out anything offending.

    Caroline's self-confidence has helped her become an independent person. Although Caroline manipulates people to do her bidding, it doesn't imply that she's a dependent person. She can easily do what she asks others to do for her, it's simply that she doesn't see why she needs to dirty her hands if there's someone around who's willing to dirty their own for her. Caroline sees it as simply using her resources to her advantage and not dependency. The fact that she's managed to live and even travel to different countries alone, shows just how much she can take care of herself on her own. She's definitely not some weak fragile girl who needs crutches.

    Note: Everything is subject to change til players have been determined.
    Caroline was born and raised in Amsterdam. Her parents separated shortly after she was born, father had apparently been cheating on her mother. Custody of her was given to her mother and thus he grew under the care of the de Veens, her mother's family. One would expect that Caroline wouldn't have any troubles whatsoever being so fortunate to have been born into such a wealthy family such as the de Veens. The truth was far from it. Caroline wasn't handed everything she wanted; no, she had to earn everything. She worked hard as a child, studying and studying to get her grades up and get rewarded with what she wanted. Caroline was slightly bitter at her mother for making her work her ass off to get what she wanted, but as she grew older, she realised why her mother enforced such a strict upbringing and became thankful of her. If she wasn't a strict mother to her, then Caroline would've ended up turning into a spoiled rich brat who knew nothing but to ask for money.

    Some time during her high school years, Caroline was defeated from her spot at the top rank of her year level. It cost her a bag that she was planning to ask for as a reward for coming out top yet again. While it irked Caroline, she eventually brushed it aside and focused on reclaiming the top spot. Each time she tried however, she failed, coming ever so close to her rival but not surpassing. Frustration was building up inside her but this momentarily subsided when she learned how her rival had been managing to trump her. He was cheating. And it was working. Instead of being even more mad than she already was, the gears in her mind instead went to work. An idea came to mind. This was when her manipulative ways started. Caroline managed to sweet talk her way back to the top. She knew that it should've felt dirty, but it didn't. Caroline enjoyed the manipulation and came to the conclusion that it was the best way to get things done. She didn't even have to lift a finger.

    College soon came. Caroline was diligent as ever, but at the same time she was also as cunning as ever. She's managed to make people do the little things that she didn't want to bother with, such as writing out reflection paper essays. At some point during her college life, an interest in traveling was suddenly sparked inside her. She blames the brochures that her roommate kept leaving around their room. One particular pamphlet caught her eye. On its covers were the beautiful beaches of Hawaii. Caroline found it remarkable, so remarkable that she had the sudden urge to go there. She told her mother about this. As per usual, her mother have her a condition: graduate with top honours and she'll pay for her travel fees. Grandfather, who they had been visiting at the time, overhead this and added more into the pot. He offered pay for one more trip extra if she does indeed manage to fulfill her mother's condition. Determined, Caroline did what she can to ensure she got the top rank. It wasn't a clean way up though. She may have manipulated one or two people to give herself an advantage. In any case, she graduated top and thus fulfilled her mother's condition.

    So off to Hawaii she went. Caroline had no idea where she wanted to spend the next part of her trip, the one that was to be paid by her grandfather, but she figured that she'll figure it out while she was in Hawaii. During her little vacation trip to the tropical island, Caroline learned about hostess clubs. Not particularly interested in the same gender, Caroline nearly brushed off the idea when she heard about the existence of a male variation of the same concept. Curious, and partially looking to enjoy her vacation and have fun, Caroline paid the host club a visit. She saw the potential of making a business out of the idea back in Amsterdam. Deciding she wanted to do more research first before jumping the gun and starting a business knowing hardly anything, Caroline made the decision to spend the next part of her vacation in the place where the concept had originated from: Japan.

    She stayed in Japan for a while, doing research on host clubs all the while treating herself to some fun. Caroline would've stayed longer but news of her mother's death reached her and she immediately rushed back to Amsterdam. It took a week of mourning before she managed to get her head back in the game. She wanted to conduct more research and go back to Japan, but she had no money of her own and she was fairly certain that grandfather wasn't just going to hand her the money that she needed. Instead, she decided to work. Through grandfather's connections, Caroline managed to land herself a job at a modelling agency as a manager--not a model. That was when she met Andre. She got to know him and it felt like he understood her dearly. She pitched the idea of establishing a host club to him and he responded rather positively. This helped fueled the determination inside her. Eventually, she managed to save up enough money to take another trip to Japan. She went back and did more research. Caroline observed the host clubs and of course, partook in some of the fun herself.

    Everything was going great when all of a sudden her grandfather dies. It was as if her traveling had been cursed. Caroline had only come back from Japan for a day when the old man died and left all the de Veen oney in her name. Yet another week of mourning came to Caroline. Just like before, she was unable to do anything until after one week. She soon realised that with the de Veen money, she could easily start up the host club. But if she was going to do this she needed some form of support. Despite being an independent and self-confident woman, running such a business was simply something she knew was out of her forte and thus made her worried. She needed a partner to ease her nerves and she knew exactly the person who she could turn to: Andre

    And so she contacts him, offering a partnership. Like before his response was positive. Caroline quit her job at the modelling agency, and soon, the Lonely Hearts Club was born.

          The Chaperone; André Prodanović
    //dumps Skype convo here and vows to fix shite latur

    [02/29/2016 08:06:13 PM] Nyxiøne: > Caroline + Andre = childhood friends
    > met at school
    [02/29/2016 08:06:21 PM] Cold: Yeah, since Andre’s parents only waste their money on Andre’s education
    [02/29/2016 08:06:29 PM] Cold: so Andre would have gone to a prestigious school
    [02/29/2016 08:06:37 PM] Cold: (thank God for that lol)
    [02/29/2016 08:06:48 PM] Nyxiøne: XDD
    [02/29/2016 08:06:54 PM] Nyxiøne: What came after that again?
    [02/29/2016 08:07:04 PM] Cold: (wait I just realised that quality education in Netherlands is relatively cheaper >____>)
    [02/29/2016 08:07:06 PM] Cold: Damn it Europe
    [02/29/2016 08:07:16 PM] Nyxiøne: shhsshhshss
    [02/29/2016 08:07:20 PM] Nyxiøne: what matters is that
    [02/29/2016 08:07:22 PM] Nyxiøne: they met in school
    [02/29/2016 08:07:24 PM] Cold: Right. As they grow older the lose contact with each other
    [02/29/2016 08:07:31 PM] Cold: Maybe joined other cliques,
    [02/29/2016 08:07:37 PM] Cold: stuff like that
    [02/29/2016 08:07:49 PM] Cold: But they were still friendly acquaintances at this point
    [02/29/2016 08:07:54 PM] Cold: but not as close as they used to be
    [02/29/2016 08:08:07 PM] Cold: Then they went their separate paths come College
    [02/29/2016 08:08:11 PM] Nyxiøne: Or Andre was tired of Caroline waving her accomplishments and rewards at his face and decided to start befriending others XDDD
    [02/29/2016 08:08:39 PM] Cold: Nah, even if he befriended others, it’d be the same
    [02/29/2016 08:08:42 PM] Cold: Since they’re attending a prestigious school
    [02/29/2016 08:08:55 PM | Edited 08:09:30 PM] Nyxiøne: Yeah, but that means spending less time with her
    [02/29/2016 08:09:09 PM | Edited 08:09:18 PM] Cold: But spending more time with people who probably are richer than Caroline or just as rich
    [02/29/2016 08:09:31 PM] Nyxiøne: hmmm
    [02/29/2016 08:09:35 PM] Cold: He wouldn’t hate her for being rich
    [02/29/2016 08:10:02 PM] Nyxiøne: I can't really imagine Caroline hanging out with other kids... ah!
    [02/29/2016 08:10:20 PM] Nyxiøne: Nevermind, hanging out with diff cliques work
    [02/29/2016 08:10:26 PM] Cold: XD
    [02/29/2016 08:10:28 PM] Cold: Okay, so where was I?
    [02/29/2016 08:10:32 PM] Cold: Right, they go their own paths come college
    [02/29/2016 08:10:38 PM] Nyxiøne: Caroline's mum could've suggested she befriend a certain set of people etc. etc. blah
    [02/29/2016 08:10:42 PM] Nyxiøne: Myep myep
    [02/29/2016 08:10:45 PM] Cold: and then, they reignited their friendship in the agency
    [02/29/2016 08:10:50 PM] Cold: where caroline and andre both work at
    [02/29/2016 08:10:54 PM] Nyxiøne: Myep myep
    [02/29/2016 08:11:18 PM] Cold: caroline tells him about the host club while they were catching up w/ each other,
    [02/29/2016 08:11:31 PM] Cold: and offers andre to be a business partner
    [02/29/2016 08:11:42 PM | Edited 08:11:46 PM] Cold: andre declines b/c he likes his job
    [02/29/2016 08:12:13 PM] Cold: they contact each other intermittently from there (?)
    [02/29/2016 08:12:27 PM] Cold: (or no?)
    [02/29/2016 08:12:51 PM] Cold: anyways, andre loses his job & he hits caroline up about the host club thang and officially becomes her business partner
    [02/29/2016 08:14:13 PM] Cold: that’s it, I think
    [02/29/2016 08:14:20 PM] Nyxiøne: they contact each other intermittently from there (?)
    (or no?)Caroline still has her job at the agency then. She hasn't exactly made the host club yet so yeah, they would have contact with each other
    [02/29/2016 08:15:17 PM] Cold: was caroline a model too? I forget
    [02/29/2016 08:15:23 PM] Cold: or did she have some other position
    [02/29/2016 08:15:36 PM] Nyxiøne: Other position
    [02/29/2016 08:15:38 PM] Nyxiøne: manager
    [02/29/2016 08:15:41 PM] Nyxiøne: or something
    [02/29/2016 08:15:42 PM] Nyxiøne: I forgot as well :'D
    [02/29/2016 08:15:45 PM] Nyxiøne: but defo not model
    [02/29/2016 08:15:46 PM] Cold: Manager for a model?
    [02/29/2016 08:16:09 PM] Nyxiøne: Agent I think was the term I used
    [02/29/2016 08:16:22 PM] Cold: Maybe that model she was looking after had a shoot with Andre. Perhaps that’s how they saw each other again.
    [02/29/2016 08:16:33 PM] Nyxiøne: yep yep
    [02/29/2016 08:16:39 PM] Cold: (So they didn’t necessarily meet at the modelling agency itself) Then after work they go for… coffee or something.
    [02/29/2016 08:16:42 PM] Cold: Or dinner
    [02/29/2016 08:16:44 PM] Cold: to catch up
    [02/29/2016 08:16:53 PM] Cold: (lol I want to be detailed in the relationships so ye) XD
    [02/29/2016 08:16:54 PM] Nyxiøne: Yeah that works

         ✦ The Marionette; Kostas Marinakis
    Merely weeks after realising that she's managed to acquire what seemed to be feelings of love towards someone, Caroline's mind began plotting. It was her first time, the first time such feelings came to her. She craves for this man. She wants him to hers and hers alone. But how? Caroline was well aware that the guy she was pinning for was pinning for someone else. It grated on her nerves. She wanted nothing more than to destroy the girl stealing her man's affections from her, but she simply couldn't. You see, her rival was a client of the club; and a very loyal client as well. There was simply no way she was letting the girl go. The club needed her, she needed her. And so, Caroline's mind started formulating a plan. What would be most effective? What would make him want her? Then it hit her. Men desire those that they can't have. So the answer was simple, get a boyfriend, make him jealous. A brilliant plan! Except there was one problem, Caroline didn't exactly have a beau on hand at the moment. She's been far too busy attending to the needs of the club that she never really took the time to find herself a man. Though truthfully, Caroline has never really been interested in getting into a relationship--not until recently at least. Relationships were ... her weapon, her tool. She makes the necessary connections with the necessary people to benefit herself. Sure she's been in a couple of relationships, but it was never for 'love' and right now she wanted to enter in one for that sake. Caroline needed a man and she needed one asap. That's where Kostas comes in.

    The two of them met at a bar, the night her little plan was formed in her pretty little head. At the time, Caroline didn't care much for who it was. Kostas so happened to be the first guy she saw that didn't seem like an eyesore. The arrangement between them was perfect! Caroline got herself a beau to enact the plan with, a tiny little detail that Caroline has never revealed to Kostas, and Kostas got her money, something that Caroline knew he wanted from the moment he agreed to their arrangement. Men were predictable that way. Caroline didn't care much for him using her for money, she was using him as well anyway, it was a fair trade. Except,... her plan wasn't working like it was supposed to. Frustration was building up inside her. Caroline didn't understand what she was doing wrong. Then, it came to her. She wasn't doing things wrong, Kostas was the one doing things wrong. It must be him! Caroline couldn't think of any other reason why her plan is failing. It couldn't be her after all. Caroline Esmée de Veen? Fail? It simply was unheard of! Her mother would be rolling in her grave if that were the case! And thus she slowly started pouring all her frustrations on Kostas. The relationship was definitely toxic. Caroline couldn't blame Kostas for wanting to leave but it still pissed her off regardless.The plan was definitely in shambles by then. Caroline needed a new beau asap. But before she could further her focus on the matter, she found her attention being diverted elsewhere. It only a day or so after he left her that she discovered that one of her jewels--very expensive jewelry--was missing and Caroline had a hunch on just who took it. Suddenly finding a beau was no longer a problem.

    Finding out his address was child's play to her. She confronted Kostas. She demanded that he either return the jewelry or pay her back the amount that it was worth. When he confessed to being unable to return the item nor to pay back its worth, Caroline could merely sighed, but inside she was grinning as wide as a Cheshire cat. She wanted for this to happen. The redhead could care less for the stolen jewel, what she wanted was another pawn she could manipulate. Pretending to care for the stolen good, Caroline demanded that Kostas work in the Lonely Hearts Club to pay off the debt and continue the relationship he left off with her. He had no choice to comply, after all, she threatened to have him arrested if he didn't. Surely her condition was far better than prison.

         ✦ The Gentleman; Lorenzo Valentine Adalardi

         ✦ The Debauchee; Taedon Zehren

         ✦ The Sponsor; Name

         ✦ The Journalist; Wesley Hassan
    Wesley Hassan--a name that Caroline was unlikely to forget any time soon. The man was someone she never expected she would be hiring. It was quite comical how he barged into her office, during working hours she might add, demanding that he be hired. Certainly a meeting to remember. Naturally, Caroline flat out rejected him. She wasn't desperate for employees, she had a fairly decent number of hosts. But then the incompetence just comes out of the sods and she's forced to fire one leaving a gaping hole in her perfect employee number. In comes Wesley, asking to be hired again. This time 'round, Caroline relents, she needed the employee and it seemed that the man was more than willing to work for her. Thus, Wesley Hassan was finally hired as a host of the Club.

    Considering how ...

    Hair Red
    Eyes Brown
    Height 5'7
         ✦ Appearance
    Caroline has a head full of natural red hair cut in a layered style. The longest layer of hair reaches just a bit above her waist. They have a natural wave to them but Caroline would sometimes straighten them out, other times she would add more waves but she never goes full curls. The way she styles is mostly dependent on her mood and the occasion. Normally, she keeps her hair loose, especially when she decided to straighten them out. It is only during events when Caroline would put more effort into her hair and actually fix and style it up. Usually she ends up with a simple half-updo, sometimes she simply ends up putting her hair in a high ponytail. Caroline isn't fond of wearing her tresses in a full updo, the feel of her nape being bare and shown puts her off ease. She will only wear her hair in a full updo when the need for it arises.

    Her eyes are chocolate brown, not exactly the most exciting thing about her but still something that was worth noting. Because of her eye and hair colour, Caroline mostly wears makeup of natural tones. Once did she try going for a rosy spring look, she immediately washed it off after; she found that it didn't exactly suit her. Caroline is fond of dark berry lip looks and can also be seen wearing them. She found that such looks suited her just fine. Bright red lipstick was once something she completely avoided, afraid that when combined with her hair, it'd make her look a tad bit too red. She tried it once and ended up liking the look and thus used it every now and then.

    She stands at a height of approximately 5'7 ft. This however, can be bumped up to 5'10 thanks to her heeled shoes which are usually around two to three inches tall. Caroline refuses to wear shoes any taller than that. She may acknowledge their beauty and enhance her look, but she also knows that they are hell to walk in. Caroline isn't one to sacrifice herself to look good. Practical yet beautiful was more of her style.

         ✦ Traveling
    The Mistress is a huge fan of traveling. Be it a mere trip over to the next town or a trip to another country, Caroline is always one to say yes to trips. Caroline loves traveling so much that she even volunteers to plan out vacations, provided that she's coming along of course. However, ever since the Lonely Hearts Club has been established, Caroline has found herself traveling less and planning more trips for others even if she's not coming along. The club has kept her busy and she finds making travel plans a good way to satisfy her crave for travel.

         ✦ Alcohol
    Caroline loves drinking, but this doesn't mean that she has a drinking problem. She knows when to stop and makes sure to do so before she gets too drunk, which rarely happens anyway considering that her alcohol tolerance is quite high. This, however, doesn't mean that she immediately chooses a strong drink. On the contrary, Caroline veers away from drinks with high alcohol by volume (abv) unless she was celebrating or attending a social gathering. Although she likes alcoholic drinks in general, she loathes beer and calls it a disgrace. Caroline has no qualms about drinking midday or even upon waking; "let them drink when they want to, why conform to what society dictates" is what she would say. Despite this, Caroline only drinks during the evenings. She's a daily drinker but often times only drinks a glass of alcohol. Usually it's just red wine, sometimes white wine; nothing too strong. Even when she's had a horrible day, Caroline sticks to her routine and refrains from drinking something with a high abv. She doesn't support the act of drowning's ones misery and problems in alcohol. To her it doesn't solve anything. Drink to celebrate, not to drown one's sorrows.

         ✦ Wine Enthusiast
    Amongst all the alcoholic drinks out there, Caroline's favourite would have to be wine. It has low abv which makes it the perfect drink in her opinion; plus, she absolutely adored the spectrum of flavours that come with the many types of wine. Between red and white, Caroline has a personal preference of red wine. At least once every now and then, Caroline likes to go wine tasting. Often times she's invited to such events and each year the invites grow in number as she gains new connections when attending wine tasting events. With that said, the Lonely Hearts Club's mistress certainly knows her wine. Caroline's wine preference veers off the sweet variety and more towards those that are tarty and dry. Among the red wines, she appreciates Merlots the most. She finds them to be quite underrated and the fact that is relatively cheap as compared to another popular wine in America, the Cabernet Sauvignon, only makes Caroline like it even more. So what if it was cheaper? She loved the taste and that was all that mattered to her. Sangiovese comes in second for her red wine of choice. Meanwhile, among the white wines, she enjoys a good Vermentino the most.

         ✦ Pet Peeves
    01. Serving wine using the wrong glass.
        "Try to serve me red wine in a champagne flute and I will slit your throat."
    02. Incorrect hold of a wine glass.
        "No, you imbecile. You don't hold a flute as if it were a goblet, you hold it by the stem!"
    03. When men can't take a hint.
        "I swear to God, André, if he doesn't stop flirting with me I will castrate him."
    04. Being called drunk when she's clearly not.

        "Not yet. Come back after I've drunk about twenty more glasses."
    05. When people try to buy her a beer. A beer.
        "Get that repulsive thing out of my sight before I pour it over your head."

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    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]Unexceptional to the shortcomings of man, Wesley is not fearless, yet the young man has been able to come fascinatingly close to achieving such a feat. There is nothing in the world daunting enough, it would appear, to intimidate Wesley out of an experience. Within him dwells the sort of restless, intrepid spirit who has made a lover out of adventure, always wandering out on the open road, sleeping in the crevices where moon filters into unfamiliar alleyways, conversing in the dark with peculiar strangers whose stories he carries with him like well-worn photographs come morning; he has been a connoisseur of life for as long as he has walked the earth. The young man’s frequent and often alarming escapades have earned him something of a reputation among his community back home, where friends and family alike regard him with a hesitant mix of disapproval and awe, especially in light of his recent decision to work in the Red Light District for a year. The logic behind Wesley’s adoration for a perpetually unstable lifestyle has continually evaded the likes of the provincial minds of his hometown, much of the man’s venturesome nature accredited to immaturity and, perhaps, a period of hyper restlessness before he begins to desire settling down. In truth, Wesley is experiencing nothing of the sort; he simply adheres to the basic principle of being open-minded. It is his humble belief that the greatest mistake an individual of the world may commit is to confuse existing with living, and such a misconception directly stems from an innate and subconscious refusal to accept the progressive and innovative, thereby thwarting any and all opportunities for self-improvement. Wesley respects traditionalism, but finds the concept of embracing the new far more invigorating and excitable.[/BCOLOR] [/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]even-tempered [/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]&[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent] obstinate[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]For all his thrills and theatrics, Wesley maintains a surprisingly composed disposition on a regular day-to-day basis, and is far less emotionally driven than most are inclined to believe. Very rarely does the young man get seriously upset, and even on the sporadic occasion where such a situation arises, never reaches a point in which the distress affects his ability to reason logically or control himself from lashing out. Wesley is remarkably stable in terms of his mental state, able to process and function exceptionally well under stressful conditions, a skill acquired perhaps out of necessity as a method of coping with his tumultuous childhood and current unpredictable lifestyle. On the other hand, the journalist’s relatively reserved demeanor should not be mistaken for weakness, nor his controlled emotions for a lack of passion; when push comes to shove, Wesley can become an extraordinarily stubborn individual. While this stubbornness fuels his ambition and is a great source of motivation and productivity, it is also something of a hazard when exercised under extremes. Once the man establishes a goal and commits to actively pursuing it, there is very little power in external forces to affect his will. Attempts to give advice or inform him of a mistake or misunderstanding on his part will frequently be completely ignored, as long as Wesley is confident in his position. Similarly, when his goals involve other people, his obstinacy often results in his being far too overbearing, if not downright pushy, towards them, which may generate negative feelings and drive them away as opposed to opening up--just the opposite of what he wants.[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]inquisitive [/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]&[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent] artistic[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley is generally pleasant company to keep around, a rare and appreciative combination of attentive, intelligent, and filled with enough personal stories to pique even the dullest man’s interest, yet he does possess one particularly prominent hamartia: his insatiable curiosity. Although an inquisitive nature in itself is far from negative, Wesley’s tendency to ask far too many questions and nose into business wholly unaffiliated with him, a indisputably irritating habit of his, directly stems from the part of him that is eager to know any and everything. Even as a child, he displayed great interest in everything school had to offer him, whether it was art, science, music, history, sports; knowledge was Wesley’s first love. He is humble, in that he recognizes he is largely ignorant of the world around him, and actively takes the initiative to learn at every available moment--slightly reminiscent of a child. Truth be told, Wesley does possesses aforementioned childlike tendencies, and in more ways than one. The way in which he views the world, for example, is a far cry from naive, but there does exist a certain airy, almost romantic feeling to the way he describes life and the living in his writing. Wesley recognizes unconventional beauty in a multitude of small or strange fragments, and such an ability has given him an innovative and creative vision that shines in both his work and personal life. Perhaps this is the greatest reason why he genuinely believes journalism is his call to success; he has something new to offer to the papers, something bright and bold and beautiful enough to look like the future.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]candid [/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]&[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent] impudent[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent][BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley has played a wide variety of roles in his twenty-something years of living, from troublemaker child to awkwardly-limbed teenager to impoverish college student to aspiring journalist, but [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Red Light District undercover nightclub host[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] has, decidedly, never been one of them. As the newest employee of The Lonely Hearts Club, Wesley is at quite a significant disadvantage, having no prior connections to pull in clientele or previous experience to know how to go about acquiring them. Despite this, Wesley has risen to popularity relatively quickly since his arrival and is already a favorite among a couple of regular customers, his secret to success an extremely simple one: sincerity. Whilst other hosts exercise great sexual allure or sugary charm, Wesley simply aims to give his customers what he believes they deserve, which is genuine interest, time and affection. He doesn’t like to lie, and remains very much an open book with his clients--while this attitude goes unspoken and his honesty may be replicated by a skilled actor of a host, others undeniably sense his underlying rawness and appreciate it. Of course, this frankness can translate into sincerity just as easily as it can impudence, as he is prone to telling it as it is with an unashamed sort of candor that may offend others, particularly those who consider themselves above him in either authoritative power or social status. Wesley does not mean to disrespect anyone intentionally, of course, but on occasion, fails to soften himself out of courtesy under certain circumstances and instead remains consistently unyielding.[/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR][/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]&.[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]&[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] `[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]BIOGRAPHY :[/BCOLOR]
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    Wesley Jonathan, born the first and only son to Jonathan and Caroline Hassan in the small suburban town of Redditch, England, derived from no means of an special family. His mother was a biology professor at a local community college and his father a common businessman; both stable enough in their careers to sustain a middle-class lifestyle and raise Wesley comfortably. By the age of three, Wesley became an older brother to baby Gemma, and the Hassan family saw several years of peace as their children drank in the world around them. They were a well-meaning couple, with enough love for the family they had built so carefully to fill oceans, but extremely traditional and conservative, desiring nothing more than a long and happy life that had already been organized and arranged down to a tee. Jonathan and Caroline were perfectly unextraordinary, and they would have preferred it no other way.

    As children, Wesley and Gemma, well-liked and popular enough to be commonly referred to as simply “Wes and Gem” amongst their peers, got along with each other quite well and were closer than most average siblings. However, the duo grew up to become entirely different people, and their relationship suffered some distance as a result. Wesley had always been something of a troublemaker in school, but not in ways that would suggest behavior comparable to that of a delinquent. He was neither offensive or a bully towards others; rather, he simply lacked the ability to obey instruction. The young boy seemed to always be off in his own world, a dazed child with dashed stars in his eyes, and would frequently climb over the school fence and wander away into the town streets during recess or accidentally skip class by opting to attend another class he inexplicably favored over the other. He committed no actions to spite anyone, instead only doing whatever interested him, but of course, such behavior was ruled as unacceptable and his parents were far from happy. Gemma, on the other hand, thrived in the academic atmosphere and was quick to become a model child and the shining pride and glory of the household. Alongside impeccable grades and a sweet, obedient disposition, she displayed a talent for artistic performance very early on, and pursued private piano, acting, and singing lessons outside of school by her parents’ encouragement.

    Come time for secondary school, Wesley and Gemma were both enrolled to attend a private Catholic academy. While everyone around Wesley had begun to piece their futures together, Wesley stayed an accidental troublemaker with no real aspirations, and grew to resent his town with each passing day. More and more, it was beginning to suffocate him, having his friends and family and teachers all tell him to walk and talk and breathe and blink a certain way, dictating to him who he could or couldn’t be, where he could or couldn’t go, what was right and what was wrong--nobody wanted to hear what he had to say. At the height of his teenage rebellion, he could barely hold a five minute conversation with his parents, who had grown unaffectionate and critical of him in light of his unsightly restlessness, without wanting to snap at them, and Gemma, with her post-pubescence beauty and shiny lip gloss and even shinier exam scores, seemed miles and miles above him, soaring where he felt buried alive.

    By Year 10, the situation seemed to have lightened significantly. He had picked up lacrosse for a sport, and upon taking a liking to it, went on to pursue it for the remainder of his education, eventually making varsity and becoming a team captain. He also eventually discovered what he wanted for his future, with only about three or four months left in his last year of high school. The idea of journalism had never occurred to him even once until reccomended of him by his creative writing teacher. Whilst his parents thought it an impractical job built upon a dying field, they were still relieved to a degree that the boy finally found his passion, and reluctantly paid the college fees, flinching only a little when Wesley selected Journalism and English for his major and minor respectively. He had been admitted to a relatively well-reputed university, situated only a short train ride away from the heart of London. Now with a purpose in mind and what felt like the entire world at his fingertips after a lifetime spent in a small town, Wesley spent the next few years honing his skills and working with a vigor and determination foreign even to himself, the desire to finally desire something burning like coals underneath his skin. He was hired as an intern to one of London’s largest publishing houses at twenty-one and by twenty-two, graduated at the top of his class with excellent marks and honors. Wesley couldn’t recall a time where his parents had looked as proud as they did at the ceremony, Jonathan’s smile warm when he came down to meet them afterwards and Caroline’s grip strong when she washed over him like a tide, Gemma poking his cheek and denying having cried. The next term, Wesley would be attending another fantastic university for graduate school, this one slightly closer to his hometown, for his master’s degree.

    It seemed to his parents that finally, Wesley was becoming a suitable young man of the world--which meant, of course, it wouldn’t be long before he fell back into his pattern of thoroughly disappointing them.

    Not even two months later, the couple, unable to reach Wesley via phone to ask him if he’d settled everything with the apartment, whether he needed Jonathan to come up, if he’d received his fall semester schedule yet, discovered through an old roommate that Wesley was, at the moment, unavailable. When they inquired as to when they could contact him again, the roommate shrugged.

    “Whenever he lands in Amsterdam, I guess.”
    [BCOLOR=transparent]&.[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]&[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent] `[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]MISCELLANEOUS :[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=transparent]( I`M BRUTAL HONEST and afraid of you! )[/BCOLOR]



    At 5'11", Wesley stands only an inch or so above the average British man, yet manages to appear taller with legs that go on for days, long and still faintly reminiscent of the awkward, gangly years of his adolescence. He is of relatively fit build, not longer an active sports athlete but having played varsity lacrosse in high school and maintained a healthy lifestyle, possesses a leanly muscular frame that sits somewhere between an attractive slender and sturdy. His eyes, deep mahogany in color and dark enough to appear completely black at a distance, are framed with thick eyelashes and slightly arched brows, followed by a sloping nose, soft shapely lips, high cheekbones, and a strong jaw that tapers slightly towards the bottom.
    [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]He prefers to stay clean-shaven and keep his hair short, as it has an irritating tendency to get out of hand very quickly, should he neglect to shave it every few months or so, a genetic inconvenience everyone in his family, even flawless Gemma, seems to possess. [/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley's skin is that of a warm tawny brown and generally smooth, save for two scars across his forehead, acquired from a fight in high school he got into defending his sister. It has healed with minimal discoloration, yet left slight, permanent indentions. [/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Throughout the years, Wesley has also amassed quite the tattoo collection, the smaller ones mostly clustered in both his forearms and so densely concentrated they mesh together in certain parts, while larger and more intricate designs decorate his collarbone and back. The tattoos, a mix of images and text, seem to each have something unique and extraordinary lingering behind them, whether in the form of a solemn tribute or lesson learned or amusing tale. Wesley does not possess any body piercings at the moment, though he fully intends on getting them at some point or another. In terms of wardrobe, the most accurate description for the young man’s style is perhaps casual, as he frequently dresses for travel, which places an emphasis on comfort, practicality, and simplicity. For example, it is not unlike Wesley to be spotted out and about on weekends in a plain white tee, rolled up jeans, Vans, and his handy camera around his neck.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]RELATIONSHIPS[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]
    ??? | the mistress
    andré prodanović | the chaperone
    ??? | the marionette
    lorenzo adalardi | the gentleman
    ??? | the debauchee

    ??? | the sponsor

    [BCOLOR=transparent]OTHER[/BCOLOR][BCOLOR=transparent]: [/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley is able to write comfortably and efficiently with both his left and right hand, having developed the skill fairly early on as a child, though he generally prefers his left.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Raised in a conservative Catholic household, Wesley regularly attended Sunday Mass with his family up until he moved away for college, where he simply never sought out a church in the area to commit himself to. The lack of a religious presence in Wesley's life has never truly bothered him, as he tends to negatively associate Catholicism with his suffocating childhood and has failed to feel a connection of any sort to the supposed divine entity known as God. He neither denies nor accepts the existence of such a figure, and generally remains neutral in opinion on the matter altogether.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley has studied Dutch extensively in both high school and college, having taken an inexplicable liking to the language, and can now be considered nearly, if not completely fluent. His accent is noticeable only when actively looked for, a slight British lilt that softens his consonants and rounds out his vowels every few words or so. Otherwise, the young man is practically on par with native speakers.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]An odd habit that Wesley has never been able to completely shake is his tendency to stare at others, in a manner most intense and unabashed. He has always been a curious individual, inquisitive especially towards people, and finds himself constantly observing those around him. While most who engage in the activity of people-watching are courteous enough to keep their observation modest, Wesley leaves his interest naked and open--he does not mean to, of course, yet it is extremely easy to fall into a daze. This troublesome habit has triggered several awkward moments, from embarrassed women who scurry out of restaurants to irascible men threatening his head.[/BCOLOR]

    [BCOLOR=transparent]traveling the world[/BCOLOR]
    [BCOLOR=transparent]Wesley would love to travel the world one day, and fully intends on doing so in the distant future, but as of now, such an aspiration proves an impossible feat in light of the financial and general logistic necessities that would be required.[/BCOLOR]

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    [BCOLOR=transparent]Credit to @Viscera for additional help with coding![/BCOLOR]
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    TAEDON f*cking ZEHREN
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    & . BASICS
    ┇Name; Taedon "Tae" Zehren xxxxStage Name: Helix
    ┇Age; 26 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx┇Date of Birth: March 30th
    ┇Sex; Male xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSexual Orientation: Demi sexual
    Ethnicity: English & Swiss


    Suave and Friendly

    Previous to the demise of his character (when he got royally screwed over) by a certain person, one could say that Taedon's personality was slightly different. Altered perhaps. The man had originally been of suave and cool manner, something that ladies appreciated him for. There was no sexual callousness that others displayed - for him, he was always slow, sweet and soft. He whispered to them, his eyes glimmering with a twinge of playfulness. There was a certain maturity that he held himself accountable for. At work, he was known for his seamless smooth demeanor which seemed to have no holes. It was difficult to stir up the rage within a man who had all that he had wanted.

    Greedy and Stoic

    And that certain thing was money. Oh how he fucking adored money. Hell, he would sell his body for a grand total of 100k a night if he could live in utmost luxury. With a certain perspective on his morals, he did what he did to live on top. And that's how he enjoyed his time and life. So long as the man was being pampered one way or another, he gave not a single shit about the jealous eyes from others. Though all good things never lasted. When he had a taste of his own poison, he grew cold. As if he had magically transformed into stone. Gone was the friendliness that he had previously entertained.

    Vindictive and Sinister

    Now he was fucking pissed off. With a temper that chilled like a champagne from the fridge, he became rigid. The taste of bitter sourness lingered on his tongue wherever he went. Yet ironically, it served him more popularity to those who visited the host club for his service. Though business for the boss was doing well, he was quietly planning his ways for revenge. Oh he was a spiteful creature. With the concept of Hammurabi encoded into his mind, he'd claim what was his ... eventually. He swears his vengeance and will go through his plans. Selfish and stubborn, no one will stop him when he found the perfect plan.

    Acute & Calculating

    At this moment, he is biding his time with the people that have once been his so called 'friends.' He passes his time by observing the others. Clearly he knows too much but, its better to be safe than sorry? He holds the feelings he had once worn on the sleeve of his dress shirt now deep in his heart. Coils of metal have wrapped around it - leaving him feeling almost apathetic. Empty perhaps? Though he's not sad about it. No, he's grateful. At least the person who he had once trusted had shown him her true colors. At this point, some claim that he's gone mad. Mad with desire to control and play the pawns on the chess board. They all look at him like he's mute and deaf - brushing aside his existence at this point. But little do they all know, he's going to fuck them all over. He'll laugh at their suffering. He was going to bring hell on earth for all of them. Hate has consumed him completely and the bitterness has dissolved into mayhem.


    The marriage between a politician and a business man is something to speculate. At least, that was the circumstances that revolved around the Zehren family. For Elizabeth and Christian, their marriage had been a mutual beneficial arrangement. She needed a spouse that would serve her well on her political endeavors and as for Christian, he would have a wife who could lobby his corporation. What was not to like about economical success? Well, that turns out to be the very thing that detrimentally ruins Taedon.

    As a young boy, Taedon was accompanied by nannies constantly. The little boy grew up in a traditional British household with trucks and puzzles, food of any kind - everything was there for him, except his parents. But surprisingly, the boy was happy. He didn't feel any sadness for his mum or dad. They were both too busy earning their wages to support their lavish lifestyles. And so, he was a very spoiled child who got whatever he wanted when he threw a tantrum. Though this was not to say that the boy wasn't bright. He was very intelligent. At the early age of seven, he had shown the amazing ability to memorize the periodic table. His paper noodle model of a DNA helix dubbed him his nickname for the rest of his life. Tae the Helix boy.

    Though another brother soon entered the world, it didn't bother Taedon. So long as he had what he wanted, he'd be simply alright. At this point of his life, something changed. His mother was more present at home and so was his father. His father's unemployment had been a secret from the children but the man turned for the worse. He began to look for alcohol as a way to relieve his stress symptoms. Soon enough, it resulted in the beating of his wife. Taedon didn't have to witness it ... rather, he had woken up in the middle of the night to hear the muffled cries of his mother. He didn't know what it meant. He was too naive and innocent.

    The facade that had once kept up the Zehren family face dissolved quickly by the time Taedon had entered University. His stupid little brother had dialed the cops on his father during one of his routine mum beatings. The scandal was huge and it was widely covered by press. For days Taedon was flocked, his life at school ruined with the media in his face. At this point, a law suit was to ensue and the battle was just about to begin. He was terribly angry at the time for the parents who would shame him like this and the brother that went along and fucked up all their reputations.

    That's when he made the choice of running. He finished his final year of University, enduring the painful harassment of the press for a year. The case still didn't end and he had already heard the financial consequences it would have on the bank account. Essentially all the wealth he was showered with in his childhood would diminish into something frugal and small. There was no way for him to continue pursuing graduate school to become a licensed doctor ... So he left. He packed up his bags and decided to take a detour vacation to Amsterdam. (He used the last of the money he had to buy a one way ticket.) He didn't give a shit about the hell hole situation of his family anymore. He was fed up.

    And since then, that's where he's been. His drive to live a lavish lifestyle might be a result of the happy memories he once had. Being rich meant being happy, right?

    & . Relationships


    & . EXTRAS

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    The man stands at a relative good six feet. His complexion is pale which is nothing new since he was raised in the bleak dismal showers of London. Though he attempts to 'work out', he hasn't really developed any muscle. More or less, he's lost fat and now he's just fairly lanky. But he's working himself harder to so he could achieve a nice toned body. (In order to make a certain someone jealous of course.) His eyes are the most stunning thing about him - or so he's been told. Within the blueness of the orbs, there are flecks of green that change shades in different lighting. His hair is often unkempt and ruffled but it works overall. He's gotten a comb stuck in the tangles of his blonde locks but it doesn't stop him from trying to make it tame. His nose is a shaped like that of a classic Grecian sculpture, not too big and not too small ... it's just there. As for his lips, they can be debated as relatively thin but he has a lovely cupid's bow. His eyebrows range toward the thinner spectrum of things but he's doesn't mind that. Despite his stay in Amsterdam, he still has a rather thick British accent ( a mix between London and Edinburgh) its rather classy and pretentious sounding. He carries himself with the air of an academic gentleman, snobby and posh. The absolute stereotype of a Brit.


    Ever since he had been betrayed by the woman he once thought he could love and trust - he's been rather uninterested in the sexual advances of clients. On occasions, he'll take a smidgen of aphrodisiacs to get himself stimulated so he could still relatively interested in his insufferable guests.


    He finds them to be the most annoying little snots in existence. He has no desire to have children with anyone or even raise one. The man doesn't see anything 'endearing' about a pudgy fat face that spends it's time drooling and screaming. Plus there's a need to invest money which would only diminish his own pockets and life style desires. So yea, the man fucking hates kids.

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