Valentine, Erasmus Roy

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Erasmus Roy Valentine,

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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?
Erasmus Roy Valentine
DO YOU HAVE ANY NICKNAMES?
Era, Little one, Doll, Child
WHERE IS BIRTH PLACE?
Ploiesti, Romania
THAT MAKES YOUR NATIONALITY...
Romanian, Japanese
WHEN IS YOUR BIRTH DATE
May 11th
HOW OLD DOES THAT MAKE YOU?
Fifteen
WHAT IS YOUR RELIGION?
None
WHAT IS YOUR SEXUALITY?
Homosexual
WHAT CRIME SENT YOU HERE?
Prostitution
HOW LONG IS YOUR SENTENCE?
Four years
WHO DO YOU BEST RESEMBLE?
Yamada Ryosuke

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?
Compliments
Kisses
Cuddling
Animals
Playing violin and piano
Drawing
Reading, obsessively
Studying anything he can
Sweet things
Candies and chocolates
Presents
Fluffy things
Warmth
Fire-places
Huge beds
Lots of pillows
Juice
Water
Sleeping in a bed
Papa
Mama
Watching the scenery
Being a good boy
Eating at the table
Learning new things
Stars
Books, anything he can get his hands on
WHAT DO YOU NOT ENJOY?
Insults
Pain
Darkness
Lies
Modern music, from what he’s heard
Punishments
Papa, when he gets mad
Leather
Immodesty
Papa’s friends
His mom leaving
Feeling dirty
The basement
Strangers
Bright lights
Loud noises
Strange questions
WHAT DO YOU FEAR MOST?
Being hated
Being lonely
Being rejected
Being betrayed
Not being good enough
Darkness
Being locked away
Disappointing Papa
Insulting someone
Disappointing a Buyer
Punishments
Loud noises
Bright lights
WHAT ARE YOUR GOALS IN LIFE?
To be loved
To see Papa again
Stop being bought
Never meet Papa’s friends again
See Mama
Learn lots of things
Make a friend
WHAT ARE YOUR FLAWS?
Naive
Inferiority Complex
Obsessive
Clingy
Over-reacts
Takes things Wrongly
Easily Upset/Hurt
Easily Scared
Easily Depressed
Too trusting
Loyal to a fault
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN ONS?
Sweet
Strong
Taller than himself
Older than himself
Soft skin
Soft hair
Gentle temper
Papa
Strong jaw
Soft eyes
WHAT ARE YOUR TURN OFFS?
Temperamental
Puffy-cheaked
Heavy-set
Papa
Female
Masters
Buyers
WHAT IS YOUR BEST MEMORY?
He remembers once, when he was very small. His mother came home early and played with him for hours, and if it couldn’t have been enough, she gave him a gift--a little music box that played the song she sang to him, a beautiful chiming song, something Era always loved. He hid his music box from his papa, even when he began to love his papa. He wanted to keep the music box to himself, in case his mother ever came back, because he wanted to show her that he kept it, that he never left it. He still has it with him, even in the school.
WHAT IS YOUR WORST MEMORY?
His first time was horrible... The man was.. large.. unattractive and very old, but more than that, it hurt. Era was very young, very.. unused. The man didn’t understand it, or didn’t care. He took him, horribly quick and painfully, and Era had never screamed so hard in his life. The man was not a reoccurring buyer, due to the fact that he thought Era wasn’t a good enough prostitute, and he told Dragomir as much. As if Era wasn’t sore enough from the night, he was beaten and locked away for two weeks as punishment for not being good enough for Papa’s friend.
TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF!
Erasmus has always been surprisingly innocent and naive. He knows nothing about sex or its works by words, but rather from experience, and he always has the hope that every buyer he gets will take him away. He hardly ever loses hope, even when his mood is at its lowest, unless it's about something that will hurt him even more. He knows already that, if he keeps his hope, then life will be a lot easier than if he never hoped at all. He still dreams, still makes wishes. Heck, ever since he had read the story of Santa Clause, he had been obsessed with the idea, though the disappointment in his lack of gifts every year affected him more than he would ever admit.

Even when Era is disappointed or upset, he would never tell anyone. He keeps his feelings and thoughts to himself, feeling that others' happiness is more important than his own. He would do anything and everything if only to make someone happy, especially someone close to him. He forces himself to remain smiling for them, even when he's suffering on the outside, usually taking it out by sobbing at night or by the chance time when he's by himself. It's a rare occurrence that someone finds him when he's upset, as he usually has ways to hide himself, but if someone does ever find him, he usually blames it on not getting enough sleep or something.

He tends to overreact to the simplest of things, taking things the wrong way and such. His barriers against hurt are very weak, so he can get upset or depressed at the slightest of things. He's a perfectionist with things, never wanting them to go wrong, so when they do, he freaks like nothing else. It doesn't take a lot to get him happy again, however. Fixing things with words and kind touches works wonders on his simplistic mind, and he can readily be in bliss again in a few moments if everything fairs well. Getting your words in a tumble is not an option, as it only upsets him more. His believing and loyal personality can be very bad for him, especially if he's loyal to the wrong people, and if he every figures out about a lie, he takes it very hard, and his trust for the person instantly stops almost completely. They'd be lucky he'd even look their way again.

Era tries to be as honest as possible, concerning things other than his own welfare or past. He will lie only concerning those things, or if the truth puts another's happiness in jeopardy. He will never be viciously blunt to someone, even if he dislikes them, and he tries to be as nice as possible if someone does want an honest opinion about something touchy like appearances or something. Still, he's not that great at comforting people when they're upset, as he doesn't quite know how to, and he's a stuttering mess when he attempts it.

He is very intelligent, in book smarts at least, and tends to be very witty despite what he might appear to be. He's a good problem solver, but not for people, more like.. school and the such. With people, he's rather at a loss, and is very indecisive with even the simplest of things. Even with his intelligence, however, he tends to downplay a lot of his abilities and wits, preferring to not be credited for anything than be blamed or something as such. His inferiority complex does not help with this, and he often thinks his work isn't good enough to even turn in, much less tell about or attempt to get credit for. He doesn't like anything he does, thus his downplaying, and he's very sensitive about criticism.

With people close to him, Era is very clingy and obsessive, but unbelievably loving. Combined with his other attributes, this can turn very sour, as he will put up with and do anything just to have them near him. He hates even the slightest hint of cheating or the like, as he's rather easily jealous of people, especially when they catch the eye of someone he likes. His jealousy merely turns to depression, however, and he hardly ever acts on it, merely puts the feelings away. He never thinks he's good enough for people, thus his obsession when he finds someone that 'actually likes him.' He never wants them to leave or be unhappy, never wants them hurt or anything. In return, he merely wants a simple exchange of love, and words too often do enough to satisfy his lust for it.

Era is very hardworking, finding that it has a lot more results than laziness. He feels he can almost do anything if he works hard enough, and he never loses hope when he never thinks he works hard enough. He will always 'work harder,' for anyone, though hardly ever himself, as he doesn't think he really deserves it. His 'messing up,' only inspires him to try harder and work with much more effort, which often leaves him sick from exhaustion or lack of nutrition. He always works hardest to keep promises to people, and hardly ever misses a deadline for something(e.g., class assignments.) When he does, he feels absolutely horrid and does anything to make it up, refusing simple tasks for something harder to prove his worth.

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Although he may appear rather normal, Erasmus is anything but when it comes to his body. He has various scars along his skin, often rather deep. They're grouped more upon his back, however, and the only place that seems to have none at all is his face and upper-neck. He needs to appeal to his buyers after all. That's what Papa said. That's why he often didn't punish his face. His face was worth hundreds, sometimes thousands if the buyer was desperate for secretive pedophilia, hidden away from prying wives, or girlfriends, or mothers, or husbands, or boyfriends... fiancées... His bones are filled with badly healed fractures, and at times even breaks, improperly repaired with simple gauze and patience, wrappings and pain. Words are etched into his skin—a very thin 'whore' across his chest, very old and rather hard to see—and a much newer 'mine' on his hip, extremely blatant and easy to see, and, more so, provocative in placement and meaning. He doesn't often eat... Since his mother 'disappeared', Era's used to not eating often—receiving only enough to not die, particularly when he was being punished. If his papa thinks he's too fat for a buyer, he goes without food for days, up to a week and a half at times, enough to look pretty enough, settling Era with the ideal that the thinner he is, the more appealing. Nearly all of his clothes are provocative, meant to excite, and due to his lack of fat, he's always extremely cold, and often becomes sick from it, something his father ignores. When he isn't around possible buyers, or his papa, he tends to layer his clothing so that he can be warmer. Still, since his clothing isn't exactly meant to be warm, only to look good, it usually doesn't work. He continuously suffers from aches and pains, and faintness, but has learned to hide it very well, especially to people who really can't give a damn about his well-being as much as they do about his appearance. When it comes to the sun, Era can't experience it. Due to being locked away in the shadows so often and for so long, his skin is very sensitive to light, and burns very easily, and very badly. His eyes are just as bad, and he often wears sunglasses, sometimes even indoors, to avoid the pain that comes along with it. He wears gloves on his hands to keep them from the sun, and a hat to protect his face and neck.

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?
Yukiko Akema Valentine, Deceased.
WHO IS YOUR FATHER? HOW OLD IS HE? WHAT DOES HE DO?
Dragomir Vincent Valentine, thirty-six, jailed.
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!
Erasmus Valentine was born into a very unhappy home in the drowsy month of May. It wasn’t that his parents didn’t want him (well, at least his mother wanted him,) merely that he was the only reason they even got married in the first place. His mother was born to a very wealthy French family after being drugged and raped by a man in a bar. Obviously, that made his mother a bastard child, and his grandmother would have done anything to redeem her lineage. Era’s father, himself, was from a very well-known, very wealthy Romanian family. The two’s parents were old acquaintances via family rather than schooling, and the two worked out a marriage contract between Fantine LeDeaux, and Dragomir Valentine. The two completely despised each other, and didn’t even share a room besides for the hope of creating an heir, something Dragomir hardly even wanted, but someone that Fantine’s family pined for--redemption for Fantine’s mother to have allowed herself to be raped. After three years, Era was born. Grudging silence was replaced with violent shouting and arguing, as well as crashing furniture--anything breakable, actually. Era was mostly taken care of by the maids in the household, though his mother did help when she could. His father he hardly saw, and when he did, he didn’t wish to. Era was closest to his mother, even more so than the maids, and he spent as much time as he could with her, having her read him stories or play with him outside.

When Era was five, his mother disappeared. The circumstances around the disappearance were foggy to the police, even to go as far as to say she was murdered, rather than just simply ran away. Era didn’t know anything of it. Aside from an argument he had heard the night before, as he knew it, his mother had simply.. vanished. He was raised completely by the maids while his father was off some place or another. It was a common assumption in the undercurrents of upperclass society that Dragomir himself had murdered his wife, but no proof was ever found, neither in the home nor anywhere else. Era was forbidden from going outside, and his existence eventually disappeared completely from society. When he got into trouble, Dragomir would often lock him up in the cellar under the large manor, or even go as far as to beat him, though never horribly. That was, until his eight birthday.

When Era turned eight, a lot of things changed. For one, they moved from Romania, to New Zealand, into a very large estate in the middle of nowhere. His father spent a lot more time with him, though Era dreaded and disliked every moment of it. Dragomir was always very physical with him, touching gently (which Era liked at times), but often painfully. He taught Era with pain, what he was supposed to do, and what he was not supposed to do, as well as schooling, refusing to send him to normal schools. Wrong answers and poor grades were not acceptable. Rules were very, very important. For instance, he was not supposed to speak unless spoken to directly, and when he was spoken to directly, he as to give a direct and short answer, with no stutters or confusion. He was punished with darkness, too, spent days without food or water to teach him, and he hated every moment of it. Eventually, he grew used to it. His English was ignored. His father saw no reason to teach him such a thing when Era would not go away from his father to use it.

By his ninth birthday, Era was introduced to a new occupation. “Whore” was a word unknown to Era, with his sheltered life, but he knew something was strange when his father began to talk to other men, the majority older than even Dragomir himself. Era was sold for large amounts of money to different people, sometimes for as long as a week or two. His innocence, at least in the bodily sense, was promptly ripped away from him. First, by a man named Elijah, old and large, then by every buyer he received after him, and even his father himself. It happened often, all the time really, and when he wasn’t with these other men, he was kept hidden in the basement, or simply in the enclosed and dark house. Dragomir punished him more often, usually for things that didn’t even make sense, but eventually Era understood to simply not get in the way. However, after a few months of that course, his father started to punish him for avoiding him.

Life continued as such for years, and Era knew it very well. He forgot his past, his mother for the most part, and the gentleness he knew before. He was accustomed to everything now--the pain and his buyers, Papa’s friends. Era didn’t like Papa’s friends, but he grew to love his papa himself. Dragomir still hated the child, but he was sweet to him as much as he could bare, even brought him gifts, that caused Era to love him even more. The child did anything he was told, and he read more than anyone Dragomir had ever seen. Still, the books in the library were fairly old. Advances in Science in the passed ten years, if not more, were unknown to the child, and modern novels never existed to him. Dragomir did not allow him to read fantasy novels, or children’s books. Era was extremely smart and did well in his studies, though he was still punished for wrong answers. The child would often simply cry when he didn’t know the answer to something, but he always cried harder when he was being punished. Life was simple, life was pain. Era knew that--all until one night.. That’s when everything fell apart. Dragomir had been dealing shady deals... drugs, mass amounts of it, and he was caught. They came to his house, and found Era and a buyer. Unwilling to compromise Dragomir, the buyer said the man was a friend of his, and Era was a prostitute. Era was arrested, asked questions he hardly understood, then sent to Ridgestone Detention Facility..

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
Cupcake~
AGE
Seventeen
GENDER
Male
EXPERIENCE
Seven years?
CONTACT INFO
PM, pwease~
TIME ZONE
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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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