Ame "Sapphire" Odayaka[Fin!]

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Ame Aoi Odayaka

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ALL AROUND ME ARE FAMILIAR FACE, WORN OUT PLACES, WORN OUT FACES

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BRIGHT AND EARLY FOR THEIR DAILY RACES, GOING NOWHERE, GOING NOWHERE!
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WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Ame(Rain) Aoi(Blue) Odayaka(Serene)
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Sapphire
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
NYC, New York
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
American, Japanese
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
February, 14
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Sixteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
Atheist
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Homosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Assault, Prositution, Theft
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
3 years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Erika Toda

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THEIR TEARS ARE FILLING UP THEIR GLASSES, NO EXPRESSION, NO EXPRESSION.
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WHAT DO YOU ENJOY?

• Kisses
  
• Sweets
  
• Stuffed Animals
  
• Cute Animals(Puppies, Kittens, etc.)
  
• Starry Night Skies
  
• Smoking
  
• Japanese Culture
  
• J-Pop/Rock Music
  
• Anime/Manga
  
• Drawing
  
• Writing
  
• Reading
  
• Singing
  
• Dancing
  
• Cross-dressing
  
• Sex
  
• Masculine/Muscular Men
  
• Romance
  

WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?

• Mother and Father
  
• Pain
  
• Rape
  
• Being called a Slut/Whore
  
• Being a Slut/Whore
  
• Himself
  

WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?

• Being alone in life
  
• Not being loved
  
• Father and his friends
  
• Blades of any variety
  
• Rejection
  
• Betrayal
  
• The possiblity of being locked away
  

WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?

• Get out of this hell hole for one
  
• Find love with someone
  
• Get his own place in a beautiful, peaceful plac
  
• Become a professional performer(Singing and Dancing)
  

WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?

• Naive
  
• Inferiority Complex(self-inflicted)
  
• Isolative
  
• Narrow-minded
  
• Little to no trust
  
• Bottles up emotions
  
• Highly Irritable(when provoked)
  
• Manic Depression

WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?

• Taller+Older Men(No older than 20's)
  
• Masculine/Muscular Men
  
• Roughplay
  
• 'Big' Boys
  
• Light Bondage
  
• Domination
  
• A Good Spanking
  

WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?

• Old Men(blegh!)
  
• Dinky Dongs(You know what I'm takling about)
  
• Rape
  
• Toilet Play(Just...no)
  
• Abusive Play(Beating, Cutting, etc.)
  
• Role-Play(Seriously. WTH is that?)
  

WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
"If you absolutely have to know...I've been wearing this special hair accessory for a very long time. It was my mother's comb. Very beautiful piece of work. The comb itself is a nice blend of a crystaline-blue mixed with lavender. But that's not what I favor most about it. My favorite part about it is the accessory that's on it. This really, intricate, and beautifully carved piece of crystal made to look like a butterfly. The body itself is diamond, while the wings are carved of sapphire and opal. It's...it's really nice. My mother gave it to me for my tenth birthday. Heh. I was so girly looking back then. Still kinda girly looking today. But...yeah. If I had to chose one, I'd say that day was my happiest memory..."

WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
"...Somehow, I knew you were going to ask me that. -sigh- Okay. Fine. My worst memory ever...would have to be the night of my fourteenth birthday. I came home from school one day, and...my father and a few friends of his had been drinking...heavily. I was going to go straight to my room so I could study, but my father pulled me aside, placing me on his lap. He was so inebriated that he started touching me in ways and places I never thought ANY father would ever do to their child. Pretty soon...pretty soon, he and his friends got to the point of raping me...and...you know what? That's all you're getting. Don't ask me about this anymore..."
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
The particular subject in question obviously suffers from emotional trauma, if not from past events, then usually self-inflicted. He has a tendency of isolating himself from others, burying himself in a state of mental, and emotional pain. He claims he does not wish to be alone in the world, and yet, he continues to place himself there anyway. It's almost as though he sees it as a fitting punishment for what he believes as 'allowing himself to be used'. This has resulted in a basic analysis of low self-esteem.

Following closely is a more than evident inferiority complex when among the presence of others. When others engage him in conversation, he always seems to tell them, "Don't talk to me. I'm nothing special..." which again ties in with his low self-esteem. Other observations have noted that when he is alone, he is often find curled up on a bed, talking to himself aloud, saying things like, "You're a slut. You're worth nothing except someone else's fuck toy." This leads to conclusion that the subject believes he is good for nothing, except for the phyiscal satisfaction of others. Men in particular. Though it is a bit strange, as the subject still conveys desires for such pleasure.

On another note, the subject...no, I should say 'Sapphire', as he likes to be called, is more or less a harmless person. He is generally a very sweet young man, though, because of aforementioned experiences, he is unable to fully convey himself as such. Upon his arrival, he was automatically quiet, reclusive, and more or less, cold. Basically, 'Gloom and Doom', if you will. What Sapphire truly needs is someone to show him that there is more to life than the darkest of pasts, and how to live in the present for a brighter future. True, it may take time and patience, but it is believed that if someone can get him to open up, he may learn what it really is to live and be loved...if that person can get that far that is.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
THE DREAMS IN WHICH IM DYING ARE THE BEST I HAVE EVER HAD.
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WHO IS YOUR MOTHER? HOW OLD IS SHE? WHAT DOES SHE DO?
Mitsuki Odayaka; Deceased
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Ryotaro Odayaka; Jailed for Rape/Child Molesting, and Murder
DO YOU HAVE ANY BROTHERS?
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DO YOU HAVE ANY SISTERS?
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ANY OTHER RELATIVES I SHOULD KNOW ABOUT?
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TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PAST!
As you probably may be able to tell, Sapphire's life wasn't all gloom and doom as it is portrayed. When he was growing up, he was a very happy child. He had plenty of friends, did great in school, and had a great relationship with his family. Although, his father would pick on him about looking really girly. But he didn't mind. He thought the elder man was simply teasing him. So he would merely laugh at it and go on about his merry way.

Years went by, and around Sapphire's tenth birthday, his Mother presented him with a very unique, and precious gift. It was the very comb she'd had since she herself was a little girl. And she wanted her son to have it. To say he was both honored, and overjoyed was an understatement. As his mother gently placed the comb within his raven locks of hair, she gently told him, "Whenever you are feeling lonely, whenever you are feeling sad, simply look upon this comb and think of me. For I will always be with you, my child." Sadly, it did not exactly turn out the way the young boy had pictured it.

The very same night, Sapphire's mother had passed away from a rare and fatal illness that only came around once a few years. Or at least, that's what his father had told him. Either way, Sapphire was overcome with sorrow, so much so that he locked himself away in his room at home, refusing to come out. This lasted for about an hour, before he had finally cried himself to sleep.

A couple years later, things between Sapphire and his father went from good to bad in a hurry, then bad to worse within the course of a week. His father began to distance himself from him, only casting him a cold glance, or giving a grunt in reply to him. It was rather depressing actually. He figured his father was feeling his pain of loss just as much as he was, but he couldn’t understand why he’d react to him the way he was. Sapphire hoped that perhaps later on, things could go back to being somewhat normal. However, he couldn’t be further from the truth.

One night as the years passed, his fourteenth birthday rolled around, the young lad now at the point where he figured things between his father and himself would never be the same. And he was most certainly right. He came home that night to find that his father and his friends were all hanging around the family den, drinking up quite a storm. At first, they did nothing, Sapphire walking passed them quietly so he could go to his room to study. However, he was suddenly forced to sit down by his father, who held on to him rather roughly. The older man began to touch and handle him rather…strangely. Touching him along his face, his chest, even around his hips. Almost immediately, Sapphire knew what was coming, but was struck into submission when he struggled to get free. After a few beatings, he was surrounded by the older men, sooner or later, forced into sexual submission.

It wasn’t because it hurt that his first was the worst. It wasn’t because he was scared that it was the worst. It wasn’t even because they man-handled him that it was the worst. It was because deep down, no matter how much he hated the fact, it was because he enjoyed it. The feel of a larger man holding him in such a way. The heat of a man’s large, thick tool sliding inside his body. The feeling of being dominated. All of it linked together was enough to deem himself a dirty little slut in his mind, as well as that of older men. When the disgusting deed had been done, Sapphire was thrown into his room, locked away for the night, in complete and utter despair. His fragile mind had been forced to endure something that no one should ever have to encounter in their lives: rape. And by the hand of his own father and his friends no less. Slowly he curled up on the floor, softly crying to himself, before finally screaming out in traumatized agony. Even though his voice rang loud and clear within the night, he knew all too well, that no one would give a damn.

Two more years passed, and Sapphire had finally donned the identity he goes by now. Like a precious jewel, he’d sell his body to men who so desired to have a delicious young boy when no other man or woman could satisfy him. He’d primped and polished his feminine figure to look like a young teenage girl, even the form of his physical stature. While maintaining a lean physique, he also took on a bit more curve to his sides, styling his hair so it would frame his face like beautiful portrait. He even took up tactics used prostitute women who had more experience than he ever could, which was more than likely the worst thing to do, for all prostitutes look at one another as family in a sense. His fashion had gone from the typical teenage boy, to that of what was basically reduced to a slutty high school girl. He’d clad himself in low-cut shirts, exposing his sleek, slender torso, pleated miniskirts, even as far as to wear a bit of make-up now and then. In other words, once he’d fallen under the mindset of simply being a ‘fuck toy’, he went all out to carry out what he saw as his only purpose in life.

However, when other prostitutes began to see just how unhappy he was not just with others, but with himself, what with his newfound smoking habits and confessions he gave, they decided to turn him in to the police. It had gotten to the point where his last customer was found knocked out in a hotel room, as he started calling Sapphire certain names such as a dirty slut, or a filthy whore, which in turn, caused the boy to snap a bit before senselessly beating him over the head with a lamp and walking out with money in tow. But instead of fighting back, kicking and screaming like most teenagers would have, he simply looked on the prostitutes on the verge of tears. It was like the only other family he’d finally gotten close to had abandoned him. Though that was far from the truth. They knew as well as any other sensible adult that this was not a life meant for a young boy, thus, they wanted to do something to help him.

And so, that is how he wound up in this ‘hell hole’ known as the Ridgestone Detention Facility. The way he saw it, he was being punished for life by being sent to a school that more or less felt like a prison to him. Deep down, he knows the people here are only trying to help him get his life back together so he could be a part of society again. But even then, it could take time, or it could never even happen. Not as long as he harbors that deep, burning darkness within his heart and mind. Because once you’ve suffered through the effects of rape, it is always, always hard to recover from it.

IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
HIDE MY HEAD I WANT TO DROWN MY SORROWS, NO TOMMOROW, NO TOMORROW
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THE ROLEPLAYER!

NAME/ALIAS
Jeremy(JJ), Rain, Ame. Whichever you feel like calling me, I don't mind. <3
AGE
21
GENDER
male
EXPERIENCE
Eight years
CONTACT INFO
E-mail, PM, MSN, YIM, even Skype if you so wish. Either way, just let me know before randomly adding me, kay?
TIME ZONE
eastern
RULE PHRASE
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IT'S A VERY, VERY, MAD WORLD!
CHILDREN WAITING FOR THE DAY THEY FEEL GOOD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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okay, here is how it goes. this application letter is made by eunicegoesRAWR! @
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i have a short temper and if i see it and see no credit or anything like that, i will have to hurt you, biatch!
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