Techolatlallatzin Xiaolan

[Tech Wilson]

TECHOLATLALLATZIN XIAOLAN

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&&--You, who shall pull the strings

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Name: Carly
Age: Sixteen
Roleplaying Experience: 4 Years
How you found the site: Meh.

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Name: Techolatlallatzin Xiaolan
Gender: Male
Age: Sixteen
Hair Color: Naturally an almost platinum blond, dyed purplish-black.
Eye Color: Naturally violet/indigo, almost always wearing gold-yellow contact lenses.
Skin Tone: Almost a ghostly white due to albinism.
Height: 4'9"
Weight: 70 lbs
Wealth: Rich
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual
Why they are in La Campana: It was completely unthinkable for a son of the Xiaolan family to be interested in their own gender. The father of the family wouldn't dare allow a homosexual male to take over the family business at their Wushu Academy. After catching Tech naked on top of another male, his own older brother not to mention, he was immediately thrown out of the house in the direction of Spain by his father. The man told his son that he would not have permission to step foot on the academy grounds until he was cured of his homosexuality.[/size]

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Likes:
- Reading
- Purple
- Martial Arts
- Swords
- Staffs
- Coffee
- Milk
- Night
- Stars
- Sleep
- Rain
- Spring
- Sugar
- Writing
- Roses
- Hair Gel
- Being the best
- Organization
- Warmth
- Blankets
- Scarves
- Movies
- Contact Lenses
- Silence

Dislikes:
- Bright lights
- Sunlight
- Summer
- Winter
- Cold
- Yelling
- Loud Noises
- Guns
- Tears
- Blushing
- Time
- Patience
- Fruits
- Computers
- Cell phones
- Himself
- English
- Females
- Storms
- Driving
- Rodents
- Alcohol
- Facial hair
- Babies
- His father
- Music he hasn't heard much of it
- Drawing

Turn Ons:
- Pain (both toward him and others)
- Blood
- Bondage
- An intelligent conversation
- Touches to his neck
- Popsicles, candy canes, lollipops, whatever can be sucked really
- Being dominated
- Dirty talk
- Blue eyes
- Unusual hair colors

Turn Offs:
- Submissive beings
- People shorter than him
- Non-vocal beings
- Bad hygiene
- Public Displays of Affection

Nervous Habits:
- Tapping his foot or fingers
- Turning pages of books for no reason
- Cracking his fingers
- Toying with his hair

Fears:
- Automobiles
- Thunder
- Diseases
- Female genitalia
- Squirrels

Goals/Aspirations:
- To be his father's favorite child
- To protect his mother
- To become eldest child and inherit the academy
- To get reformed so his father will allow him to return home
- To fall in love. To love a man. To get his happy ending.

Appearance:
You could say that Tech's appearance is a lie. At least, the colors are all fake and turned to something their not. The yellow eyes, for instance. Tech, thanks to his mother, was born an Albino. The only Albino child given birth to in their family. His eyes had a violet pigment to them, though they could easily be mistaken for a very light blue when you're not looking closely. As years went by, Tech's vision ended up getting worse and worse so that, by the age of ten, he was wearing contact lenses so that he could actually see. But rather than keep his natural colored eyes, he managed to find yellow contacts that almost appeared green at times thanks to his original eye color. But the eyes aren't the only part of Tech that has been altered in color. His hair isn't naturally purple. Though he was born Albino, he wasn't born a mutant. Like his mother, Tech's hair is naturally blond to the point of being almost white. With whitish hair, it meant to bleaching would be involved when wanting to dye your hair another color. Tech took advantage of this around the time he stated wearing color contact lenses and got his hands on got his hands on purple dye so that he could feel like a whole new person.

A big note to take on Tech's appearance is his hair. How does it manage to defy gravity like that and stick up in a point in the back while the rest of his hair hangs down his neck and over his eyes? It's not magic. It's true that Tech's hair does tend to stick out in random directions naturally but, with the power of hair gel, he managed to get it on a point. Many label him as an idiot for having a hair style like such but there is a reason. Even at the age of sixteen, Tech isn't exactly in the tall category. He stands at only four feet and nine inches. With his hair standing up like that, he gains another three quarters of a foot or so! Definitely a good way to look taller but not a good way to look cool. Though short, Tech's build goes to match. He does get rather thin. He has the money to feed himself but can't find the time. Between getting an education, becoming number one in his family and learning how to kick ass, how would he have time for food? Hunger rarely ever seems to phase him and all he cares about is that he remains intelligent, quick and powerful. He does seem to be doing a good enough job.

With such pale skin and having no way to tan it without burning to death, it becomes difficult for Tech to find clothing that doesn't make him look like a vampire. Though, with a need to gag at the sight of bright colors, Tech tends to go with the darker colored clothing that gets him mistaken for an evil monster. Tech also doesn't get enjoyment out of blinding people with how pale he is. He will wear clothing that covers every inch of his skin, with the exception of his face and often his hands. But jackets and scarves are something you'll find Tech wearing, even in the middle of summer. Extra clothing also helps cover up things that you don't want people seeing. Marks on your body, for instance. Though a tattoo isn't something that one would always need to cover up, it often is by Tech. He's not ashamed of it. Every member of his family gets a ying yang symbol tattooed onto their body at some point as a sign that they are in the family. Tech's just happens to be on his back. He wouldn't hide it if he weren't so pale and he wouldn't hide it if it weren't for the long white scar that ran down the center of the back, cutting right through the symbol. It's accompanied by a scar almost the same length that runs down Tech's chest and over his stomach. Battle scars, that's for sure. Many other smaller white scars can be found on his arms, legs or back, but those two are the worst.

Personality:
It's rather shocking that Tech does not have a personality disorder of some form. If he did, no one would doubt it because this boy is screwed up to the point of confusion. You never know how he will react to something you do or say, but you can assume that it won't be something good. All that one really needs to know about Tech is that he isn't a nice guy and it would be best that you stay away. If you get close, he's not going to cut of your hand or stab you through the chest. Unless you talk to him. Up until the point where you talk to him, he doesn't care about you. He doesn't hate you, but he doesn't like you. As soon as you talk to him, you're put into his enemies list and you have to work really hard to reach neutral again. And the chances of being his friend? You'd have to be very persuasive. That or rather unique. Just because you're nice doesn't mean he'll be your friend. Though it would help. Though those really nice people just end up pissing him off. Not to mention that Tech has a need to constantly inform friendly people that he neither needs nor wants any friends.

Most of the time, Tech seems rather calm and anti-social. He doesn't enjoy talking and, because he doesn't talk to people, he doesn't have to worry about getting angry. But Tech is easily angered and has learned the English language well enough to conjure up some good insults about whoever he wants out of his life. Beating the person up is a last resort. There is blood on Tech's hands. He has killed on purpose, though it was only his family members. To a stranger or someone he isn't related to, he hasn't gone any farther than breaking their bones with the martial arts he was raised learning. The martial arts that he will continue learning and, once reaching his goal of inheriting his father's martial arts academy, teaching the art of wushu. Though the whole reason why he's aiming for this goal is for his mother's sake. He had always spent all his time with her and, so often, she would tell him that he would make a wonderful master of the academy. She said that he would be the best and couldn't wait for the day when he inherited the academy. So, for her, he aimed to inherit it because his mother is the person he cares for most. He'd give up his own happiness for her, even if that wasn't what she wanted him to do.

Of course, good traits do exist in Tech's personality. Though not many people hear of them or ever witness them before they die- no, not by his hands. First, Tech can be rather reliable if you give him a good reason to be. If he grows to like you, he'll probably do what you ask of him if you bug him enough. The boy definitely has confidence too. Though maybe too much. He gets a bit self-righteous. He believes that he is better than everyone else at everything. Unfortunately, he has a tendency to hate himself. Well, to put it more correctly, he tends to believe that everyone is supposed to hate him. He is very aware that he is an anti-social jerk who only makes life miserable for everyone. Which is why he expects to be hated and is thrown off guard by friendly people who don't manage to annoy the hell out of him. Thankfully, he tends to find a way to escape those people. He is rather intelligent. He, unlike some people, uses his brains and the education he put such hard work into in order to get life to work the way he wants it to.

Pessimism seems to run through the boy's veins as well. Though he thinks highly of himself and believes he can do anything, he is very pessimistic toward others, often telling them that they're going to die at the rate they're going and that their actions are going to cause the destruction of the world. Tech does get entertainment out of scaring and angering others. Even if those others will only end up beating him up, he doesn't mind for he has learned to deal with pain. It's a shame that patience isn't one of the virtues that Tech goes along with. Or, in some ways, it is. He will wait for something as long as he possibly can. Days, hours or even mere minutes. But waiting annoys him and gets him rather angry. But he will wait if it's for something he labels as important. Though, if you were to ask about what he was waiting for, Tech would lie and tell you that it wasn't important. He is stubborn and to get him to confess to something, it would take a good our of persuasion. More depending on how much he wants to keep something from a person.

But there is one big thing that most people don't know and would never guess about Tech. He has this rather large amount of lust built up inside of him. Sixteen years of no hugs, kisses or touches. No love ever entering his life besides that shared between family. Let's just say that, if you knew where to touch and what sort of things to do, Tech would be an easy person to get into the pants of. Though, with most people hating the boy or not knowing who he is, no one dares to try. After all, he's supposed to be heartless. But who ever said that the heartless couldn't get horny? But people just don't know this. You never hear sexual or dirty comments from him. He refuses to touch others or show any sign of wanting to be near them. But if you can get close to him and even conjure up some sappy lies about how you love him and want to make sweet passionate love to him? Then there's a good chance he would do what the person asks and pretend, in the morning, that nothing had ever happened. Too much sexual frustration built up inside the boy. That and the fact that he is a teenage male... he does have hormones.
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Father:
Bao Xiaolan - 58 Years Old

Mother:
Isidora Araceli - 56 Years Old

Sibling/s:
Brother - Chao Xiaolan - 30 Years Old - Deceased
Sister - Jin Xiaolan - 28 Years Old - Deceased
Brother - Enrique Xiolan - 23 Years Old - Deceased
Sister - Candelaria Xiaolan - 23 Years Old - Deceased
Brother - Quinatzin Xiaolan - 20 Years Old - Deceased
Brother - Raymundo Xiaolan - 18 Years Old
Sister - Shi Xialan - 11 Years Old

Other important relatives: N/A

Pets:
Kokoro - Panda - 2 Months Old

History:

Warning. Brutal deaths, almost sex scenes and occasional crude and suggestive words written.


The boy was set on the fact that no family was perfect. Surely, his was not. In fact, it would be hard to list every flaw in his family. Bao Xiaolan was a rich man. He owned an academy of martial arts in the city of Beijing, China. Many people, young and old, came to this academy in order to hone in on their martial arts skills. The Xiaolan Academy had existed for years and only an heir, male and occasionally female, could inherit the title of academy master. But it was the eldest child who inherited such a title. When more than one child was born into the family, there would be competition that could result in death or comas just so that one of the younger siblings could reach the top and inherit the academy. The wife to Bao Xiaolan was a Mexican woman by the name of Isadora Araceli. Back when they were young, they fell in love. They married and they had their children. Eight of them in total. First was their son Chao. Their daughter Jin came two years later. Enrique and Candelaria were born as twins five years after that. Three years later was Quinatzin and Raymundo was after another two years. Then Techolatlallatzin was born two years after Raymundo. But that wasn't the end. Another child was to be born after another five years.

It was labeled as rather unfair. When Tech was born, he became the special one. The one that the parents payed more attention to over the others. All because that he was the only child in the family to inherit the Albinism of their mother. He was born pale with a platinum blond mop of hair on his head with eyes that appeared almost violet. He was definitely the son of Isadora. Because of his Albinism, his mother got overprotective when it involved him. She'd keep him close and, though often bringing him to the backyard for fresh air, she'd keep him hidden under the shade of trees and parasols. But, as Tech slowly grew up, he realized that the only one who ever payed him any attention was his mother. Half of his siblings were sent out to private schools in Beijing, another half was kept at home to be tutored by the men and women that their father hired. His father was busy with the academy. That left his mother behind to spend her time with him and, when Tech hit the age of five, he had his little sister, Shi, spending time with him as well. Though she had only just been born at the time.

Tech was never let out into a boarding school. He was kept at home where his mother helped him both learn his native language of Chinese along with learning her native language, being Spanish. It didn't take too long for him to be fluent in either of them. It was his mother who taught him to read and write at a young age. She would read him fairy tales as a child and then he'd start reading those same fairy tales to her at a point in time. His mother started buying books for him as well, but only the ones that had content suitable for a young boy. Along with the history textbooks that his father had delivered to him. Rather than going to a school with other children, he was kept inside, never leaving the yard, and educated in everything that a teenage boy may need to know. Tech was a hard worker. He never complained about the education rate he was going at. He was a fast learner and the sooner he learned everything, the sooner he could have all that free time to himself, right?

The age of eight, while Tech was so often studying, he began to realize that his mother wasn't around as much anymore. She was there for meals and she'd tuck him into bed. But she was never there to help him study, to read with him or to play any games. She'd started spending far more time with her husband. Tech didn't think wrongly of it. When a man and woman love each other, they spend lots of time together. Tech didn't have to read a textbook to know that. Though many textbooks had told him such. He had known before then though from his elder siblings constantly bring home their objects of affection and spending countless hours locked in their rooms with them. It was the textbooks though that taught him that, when a man and woman love each other very much, they lock themselves away to commit an act that produces babies. Tech hated those textbooks. He hated seeing babies. They cried too much and blew snot bubbles everywhere. Not to mention that the diagrams of that so called "sexual intercourse" looked horrid and he didn't see why anyone would want to do such. Especially not with a female. It was the textbook diagrams that taught Tech to believe that females are gross in appearance. At least, beneath their clothing.

Tech probably would have continued on in life thinking that the time spent between his parents was normal. That was until the night after dinner while he was writing out a few English sentences to practice the English language he was told he'd need to know one day. There was a scream and the sound of a door being possibly broken right open. Hearing screams from his parents rooms wasn't abnormal. It happened often and Tech just assumed it was because the whole sex thing was supposed to hurt and all that. But when his mother ran through the hallway, he caught a glance at her face and the blood smeared across it. It started to make more senses. His mother had definitely been lying to him. All the bruises and cuts he'd seen on her before. She said they were from falling, running into things and whatever other excuses she could come up with. But all those marks always seemed to appear after being around his father. Tech never said a word to anyone, but payed more attention. Which is when he realized that his mother wasn't the only one with bruises. Many of his older siblings held equally bad bruises and wounds on their body and Tech could only jump to conclusions and believe it was his father, even though he didn't want to ever have to believe such. But he did.

Tech seemed to become a different person when he was ten. First, he was introduced to hair dye and gel. Second, he ditched his glasses for yellow contact lenses. And third? His father took him under his wing to teach him. Tech had been taught the basic self-defense strategies as a kid. But he had to learn more if he wanted to inherit the academy. His father saw potential in him. He thought that, if this boy could find a way to be the oldest, then he could make a great master of the academy. So often, Tech was told the same by his mother. Tech had quickly made it his goal to find a way to gain the inheritance. But if he wanted to take the title of eldest, he'd have to learn from his father. He did everything his father said. Or, to put it more realistically, Tech didn't do anything unless his father said so. There was no book that he could read unless his father put it in his hands. No movie he could watch unless it was placed on the television by his father. Music and art were forbidden in the house. The music in the movies was the most he'd ever hear. Never was Tech given a book or movie that would corrupt him. He was not given music to corrupt him and he was not allowed to draw.

The reasons for the bruises on his family members was figured out by Tech first hand. When you disobey Bao Xiaolan, you will be punished. Tech was eleven when he was first caught doodling all over his work rather than writing it. A black eye was received by his father's fist along with a kick to his heart by words saying how crappy his art looked and how it was pointless to even bother with it. Tech learned never to draw again no matter how tempting it was. But there were more incidents that he was punished for. Broken noses for the days he would write instead of doing his homework. Broken arms for the few times that Tech made the mistake of talking back to his father. And hospital-worthy scars reaching all the way down his back and one all the way down his chest for the day he ran away from home to explore the world. He was thirteen on that. For thirteen years, he had never left his house. And he took the chance to leave and explore and was cut twice with a rusty sword as punishment. Tech knew then that he was to never disobey his father's words. Not if he wanted to inherit the academy and be perfect in his father's eyes.

To make his parents happy, Tech searched for a way to become the eldest in his family. But what choices did he have? It was his father who suggested to him that the easy way to become the eldest would be to dispose of all his elder siblings. Not ever planning to disobey his father, Tech began to plot. He needed to find ways to make his siblings disappear. He needed to make it so that they wouldn't be able to come back and take the title of eldest for themselves. When you dispose of someone, the plan is normally to kill them. So why not? But to kill someone would quickly lead to Tech in jail. So he had to find a way to kill without being found out. It shouldn't be hard. His father had suggested the idea to him and his father surely wouldn't let his son end up in court. The first death was nothing more than a test. He needed to see how people would react and how he would be punished for killing someone, much less his own older brother. Chao was well into his late twenties, double Tech's age at the time even. But it wasn't hard to make him disappear. It was a rather simple method. A pitchfork through the stomach while Chao was out raking leaves. Though it took much effort to actually pierce the pitchfork into the elder, Tech managed and quickly found himself with a headache due to the screams and a sick feeling in his stomach from the blood he never knew would show itself. Tech knows that, when you get past someone's skin, they bleed. But he didn't realize it would be so much.

Tech waited an entire month to see a reaction. There was one. The family cried and panicked over the death of the eldest son. They became very aware that someone in their family was a killer but had no clue as to who. No one called the police or found themselves a detective all because the father said they didn't need such things and that the incident should be forgotten about entirely. After the death, Tech was watched by his father more often than usual. He told himself that his father was aware of what he had done. But if he knew it was Tech, he didn't seem to care. So the boy took it as his chance to continue on with the killings. Jin was the sister twelve years older than him. She wasn't one to mess with. Her feet were quick and she knew well how to use a sword. So he had to strike when she was distracted and unarmed. That was easy. With a hammer, Tech found a bottle and smashed it to small shards. Almost like grains of sand only these would be far sharper. Tech, offering to make dinner for the night though he wasn't planning to eat any of it, slipped the glass shards into his sister's bowl of stir fry. Internally, Jin was cut up through the stomach and intestines. She didn't go to a doctor for the pain and, by the time she realized that something was really wrong, it was too late and all the cuts and bleeding inside of her lead to her death.

More crying was involved but another death came soon afterward. Enrique or Candelaria, it didn't make too big a difference which would go first. They were twins and Tech had never found out which had been born first. So he went after Enrique. It wasn't hard to find a syringe somewhere in their household. Not when Enrique happened to be into the whole drug thing. So Tech managed to get a hold of one just by asking Enrique. The two had always got along rather well so the elder had no clue what trouble he was getting into. No drug or poison was needed though. While Enrique slept, it was mere oxygen that Tech injected into his veins. Maybe it doesn't sound like such a big deal, but it did end in death. Air bubbles were created in his veins which went up to his brain and caused mayhem that ended Enrique in his sleep. At least he got to die in his sleep. The first two weren't that lucky.

Candelaria had to come next and, in fact, it hurt Tech to have to kill her off. The girl was blind. An accident, you could say. That's what she called it. In fact, she disobeyed her father one day by going out with a boy he didn't approve of and, with a knife across the face, her eyes became unusable. Not having the heart to actually spill her blood, he spent a good two hours digging a hole in the forest outside their house, but still on their property. It was a good four feet deep and four feet in width and length. Tech told Candelaria that he wished to take her out on a walk. It wasn't the first time he'd offered to do such with her. They would go out on walks quite often. Tech did like his sister, but he couldn't let her live because her death was what his father wanted. Tech inheriting the academy was what his father wanted. Reaching the hole in the forest, Tech armed himself with a shovel and knocked her unconscious. He pushed her into the hole and buried her where she died from lack of air under the ground. It was one of the dogs owned by one of the kids at the academy that found her body. Or rather, the whole her body was supposed to be in. It was a couple of the academy students that dug the body up. That was when people became aware that she was dead.

Quinatzin and Raymundo were the only two left to dispose of and the death of Quinatzin was far more simple than it should have been. It was early in the morning and Quin apparently didn't bother locking the door while bathing. But, before Quin went for that bath, he asked Tech to make him some toast while he was busy. Yes, Tech made the toast while his brother was in the bath but the toaster did seem like a good weapon to kill someone with. Leaving the toast on a plate in the counter, he unplugged the toaster and wandered upstairs in search of which bathroom Quin was bathing in. He decided on the one with the closed shower curtain and the really crappy male singing. If their father had come along to hear that singing, Quin would be beaten. Completely unnoticed, Tech plugged in the toaster and turned it on before pulling back the shower curtain and dropping the toaster into the bath water. Tech witnessed in person that day that you don't put electric appliances into water. Quin was electrocuted though it may not have killed him. If it didn't, then the fact that he slipped beneath the water and never came back up again did. By this point, the death of five human beings were done by Tech's hand. It left only Raymundo. There was no point in killing of Shi. She was younger and there was no way Tech could bring himself to harm her. She was too much like his mother.

All these murders were committed over the course of two years. Started back when he was fourteen. He was sixteen when he finally took his chance to kill of Raymundo. Though he had yet to plan out how he was going to do so. Tech was almost getting impatient over how long it was taking to be the oldest. The plan was to just stick a knife through Ray's throat unless he thought up a better idea on the way there. But, after bursting through the door of his brother's room, Tech began to wonder if it was a good time to kill him. After all, most people would feel awkward to go into their sibling's room only to find their sibling half naked with their hand down their pants. Tech wasn't sure if he should run and go puke or not. Though he had no sick feeling in his stomach. In fact, there was a very high chance that he was rather turned on by the sight. But it was his brother! Such would be so wrong. So the plan was to run. But it was too late. Ray had saw the knife and knew what Tech was there to do.

In only moments, his half-naked brother was on top of him prying the knife out of his hands. He kept telling Tech how he couldn't kill him for so many reasons. Ray started spouting things that made Tech's head spin with confusion. I love you. I'm always watching you. You're always on my mind. I want you. Tech had no clue what he was supposed to do! Such words coming from his own brother. Now, it wasn't the fact that Ray was a male that made Tech feel so wrong. Tech knew very well that he was interested in men rather than women. If his father knew, he'd surely be in trouble. It was the fact that they were related by blood that was the problem! But it was just one phrase that wiped away any bad thoughts of touching his brother. Yu wa kàm. Or, translated to proper English, Let's fuck.

Tech's mind was a blur after that. He wasn't sure how his clothing got on the other side of the room along with Raymundo's but, somehow, it did. There were many things that Tech didn't understand. Like how he managed to find himself on top of his elder and much taller brother or why he attacking the other boy's lips with his own. The main thing Tech remembers from that day is the warmth of his body and the feeling of his brother's hands all over him. But they didn't get far at all. No matter how much Tech had been hoping for it, no virginity was taken. Though there was much touching, no penetration was ever involved. They would have reached that far though. If it weren't for the fact that Tech was missing classes with his father to be "killing" his brother. Their father came searching for him and managed to stumble in on the sight of his two sons naked with their limbs intertwined.

Tech was dragged from the room, clothing left behind and thrown down a flight of stairs. His father didn't even care that his son was nude at the time. He grabbed the boy by the hair and didn't hesitate to slam his fist into his face six or seven times, easily breaking his nose and leaving black eyes and bruises. Whatever part of Tech he could reach, he would punch. He would step on the boy, he would kick him. All while yelling at him on how he refuses to have a gay son, much less the one he wanted to inherit the academy. Tech was left broken at the bottom of the stairs as the man went up to the room for his other son. But Raymundo was gone. His clothing had disappeared from the corner and the window was left open. There was no sign of Raymundo. A smart plan. Tech was their father's favorite so the man let Tech survive. Raymundo would have had no chance of survival. He would have been dead.

The broken nose was healed and the black eyes disappeared. The bruises on other parts of his body seemed to linger longer. He was only kept at home for another three weeks and was never allowed to leave the room. He was fed once a day and nothing more than that. Not like he ate much in the first place anyways. The man came to Tech's room informing him that he wanted the boy out of the boy out of the house by morning. The father said that a gay son, not to mention a gay heir, would be allowed. Tech wasn't allowed to step foot on that property again until he came home straight with a girl at his side. The only help that Tech was given was a name. His mother told him of a school in Spain known as La Campana. It was there to reform students and turn them heterosexual. But she couldn't help anymore than that. She couldn't get him there or buy his plane ticket. But Tech had money. That wasn't a problem. He was rich and could take whatever money he needed from his own bank account. So the money for the plane ticket wasn't the problem. Finding directions was.

Techolatlallatzin was a boy who was born in a hospital, brought home and only left his property once in an attempt to explore China. Now he was sixteen and he was planning to find a way out of China to Spain. The fact that automobiles scared the crap out of him when they drove by didn't help. He actually put the effort into walking to the airport after threatening to kill a man in order to get a map from him. Tech rarely had contact with people and wasn't sure how to treat them. He wasn't even sure what he was supposed to do anymore. Normally, everything he did was what his father told him to. But now he had no father to tell him what he was and wasn't allowed to do. Tech could do whatever he wanted. He just wasn't sure how. He felt wrong when he got what he wanted. So his plan was to go to La Campana, get reformed and go back home as soon as he possibly could. That way, he wouldn't have to do too much of his own choice. Then it could be back to normal. The only problem? Tech was having doubts on whether he could be reformed or not. But he could lie. Anything to get back home so he could inherit that academy. Tech was pretty sure that nothing would change his mind on that. He would get reformed, right? He'd stop wanting to be gay, right? He'd find a girl and marry her to make his father happy. That was the only option, wasn't it? It had to be.

Roleplaying Sample:

WARNING. RP sample may contain crude words in the Chinese language. If you don't speak such a language, you have no worries.

If patience were a sin then maybe the boy would be more patient. But he was already being patient enough. He'd woken up at ten in the morning to sit himself in the room. By this point, it was five. Seven hours of sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and still there was no sign of what Tech was looking for. Where the hell was he? Sure, they had only met the day before but Tech needed to see him again. And do what? Tell him to leave him alone and never talk to him again. That's what. That was obviously the answer. It couldn't possibly be because the boy, Travis, was the only person who seemed to really want to be friends with Tech. Yea, right. Tech had to have been the king of denial. He would probably prefer going to his grave claiming that he hated Travis with a fiery passion when, in fact, Tech was rather pleased to have a real friend. Not just some pathetic loser who could be easily manipulated for Tech's uses of becoming number one. No, Travis was a friend. No matter how much the purple haired boy didn't want to get friends, he surely had one. And now that friend just wasn't showing up. It had to make one wonder why Tech's sanity is still there after sitting around doing almost nothing but staring at a door for hours.

Tech had brought along a notebook with him. His knees were pulled up close to act as a desk while the notebook sat open in his lap. The page was only partially blank while most of it had Chinese writing scrawled across it in black ink. The chances of other people around La Campana understand the language seemed rather slim to him. A lot of English speakers and Japanese children. But he'd yet to meet another person from China. So he saw no danger in carrying the notebook around. It was indeed a journal. So carrying it with him could be labeled unsafe. But that would only be if another Chinese speaker stumbled upon it. Not to mention that Tech rarely let the book out of his clutches unless it were to chuck it at someone's head. But a notebook did so little damage. At least one of the novels he owned could blacken eyes and bruise cheeks. But such a book wasn't being carried on him at the time. With Travis on his mind, he couldn't find the time to read.

Every five minutes- no, every two minutes- Tech's eyes flickered over in the direction of the doorway. He was so sure that Travis would show up at some point today. It wasn't like Tech's constant 'I hate you's and 'Get the hell away from me's could actually make the boy leave, right? That would impossible. If it were true, then maybe Tech would learn to tone down his words a bit. Or at least tone down the lies. Because, after all, Tech never wanted Travis to leave him and, though he did hate the boy, he cared for him to. The boy let out a slight huffing sound as he tore his gaze away angrily, mumbling under his breath as he scribbled more writing into his notebook. "Diu. Cào nǐ zǔzōng shíbā dài..." Tech cursed constantly with a growl in his native language. He stopped his writing, letting out a soft sigh as he sat up straight. His back pressed to the wall, his eyes going to stare back at the door with a rather dazed look as he mumbled, "Dear gosh, Travis... Yu wa kàm..."