Post by Joshua Valor Chessaire on Jul 16, 2009 3:30:03 GMT -5
Joshua Valor Chessaire.
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&&--You, who shall pull the strings
[/size][/center]Name: Anna.
Age: 17.
Roleplaying Experience: About three years.
How you found the site: A friend.
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[/size][/center]Name: Joshua Valor Chessaire.
Gender: Male.
Age: 16.
Hair Color: Extremely light blond.
Eye Color: Ice blue.
Skin Tone: Pale.
Height: 6'4".
Weight: 187 lbs.
Wealth: Well-off.
Sexual Orientation: Homosexual.
Why they are in La Campana: In an intense battle for dominance, Joshua was said to have raped one of his older siblings. Whether true or not, the incident was bad enough that the family decided that sending him away would be for his own well-being, and their own.[/size]
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[/size][/center]Likes:
- Music.
- Fighting.
- Suits.
- Cars.
- Horror Films.
- Painting.
- Leather.
- Sleep.
- Sadism.
- Masochism.
- Exercise.
- Alcohol.
Dislikes:
- Women.
- Family.
- The idea of "Love".
- Vegetarians.
- Hippies.
- Bright colors.
- Children.
- Metal.
- Sports.
- Low Strength.
Turn Ons:
- Bondage.
- Battles for Dominance.
- Foreign Languages.
- Gloves.
- Paint.
- Piano.
- Muscular Men.
Turn Offs:
- Dresses.
- Long hair.
- Long nails.
- Small feet.
- Chub.
- Facial Hair.
Nervous Habits:
- Cracking Knuckles.
- Tearing Paper.
- Setting Things on Fire.
- Pacing.
Fears:
- Stronger Males.
- Self Infliction.
- Depression.
- Illness.
Goals/Aspirations:
- To be the first of his family to go through college.
- To pursue his painting.
- To pursue his writing.
Appearance: Valor is a six foot, four inch giant, weighing in at almost one-hundred-and-ninety pounds. Although he sounds chubby at the least, he is actually incredibly fit, all of his weight made up of muscles, put down with zero fat. His chest is rippled by a six-pack of abs, and his arms are covered in heavy muscles. He appears skinny, but this is only because he keeps a healthy diet topped with three to four hours of exercise per day. He is very tall for his age, and his facial features also appear older than he is, usually passing him to be around nineteen or twenty, although he is only fifteen. Valor's face is long and pale with large ears, medium-sized eyes, a fitting nose and small mouth. His eyes are a deep icy blue that seem almost misty in the light. From an outstanding amount of time in the sun, Valor's hair turned from a light brown to an, almost white, light blond. To match his already matured body, Valor's hands are long with bony fingers and well-trimmed finger nails. His feet are size fourteen in men's.
Personality: Valor is an egotistical and flirtatious jerk who finds pleasure in giving others pain, whether it be physical or mental. Normally quiet when in classes or near adults, he is a manic spitfire around people his age or a bit older, growing giddy when he has the chance to show off his strength in a light brawl or game. Having an extreme tolerance for pain, Valor is a slight sadist and masochist, who generally calls hurting himself or others a "Grand 'ole time". When Valor is in need of showing respect, he becomes incredulously judgmental, only giving his respect to those that he truly thinks deserve it. As for his outward personality, Valor seems laid back and suave, his clothing style matching just that. If put in a situation where he is near many women, Valor can be extremely polite, but only if he is uncomfortable in the situation. To those that Valor is in close relations with, he may seem deep and chronically depressed with repressed expressions of small, but kind, gestures. [/font]
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&&--A glimpse of the past
[/size][/center]Father: Olivier Chessaire//58.
Mother: Deceased.
Sibling/s:
Paul Chessaire//27.
Claude Chessaire//32.
John Chessaire//24.
Alphonse Chessaire//22.
Anton Chessaire//20.
Edouard Chessaire//20.
Leon Chessaire//17.
Other important relatives: None.
Pets: None.
History:
Joshua Valor Chessaire was born into a wealthy French and Italian family, youngest of eight children, all boys. Valor never met his mother who died during childbirth, and grew up among an all male family, each of which were incredibly fit and built. From the time he was able to stand, he was taught two things. First, he was told that emotions were nothing but weaknesses. And second, a submissive man was sure to be a dead and made-fun-of man. He began working out and lifting weights at three, and secretly playing guitar and saxophone at seven. Although he was given a tough atmosphere, Valor often found himself thinking dark thoughts of death and murder throughout his entire childhood, getting a kick out of setting small animals on fire and making older children cry to show his own dominance. His brothers only encouraged the behavior by telling him that dominance was a key factor in manhood and brawling daily with him, even though they had major advantage over him because of his seemingly scrawny size. It did not take long, however, for Valor to grow taller, faster, and stronger than the rest of his family, all of which were six feet or taller.
Valor's family found nothing wrong with the young man's antics, until he was caught causing himself pain by thrashing his back with a bull whip whilst unclothed, getting sexual pleasure off of the physical pain inflicted upon him by his own hand. And when, at the age of twelve, Valor put his second oldest brother, Paul, in the hospital by running his head into the pavement streets of Italy, his entire family began to, not only grow distant, but start to fear him. The family attempted to send Valor to a mental health institute for his problems, but upon further investigation by a psychiatrist, he was able to fool any doctors into believing that he was perfectly sane. His personality easily twisting into that of a polite gentleman. At the age of fourteen, Valor was found on top of his oldest sibling, Claude, who was visiting the house from his own home in France. Both of the brothers were completely naked, and, although Claude was older and better taught in the act of battle, Valor was found over his brother, a knife in his hand. Valor and Claude had been brawling when Valor allegedly stripped the both of them and began to make incisions on Claude and himself. Several members of the family claimed to see Valor licking the blood off of the older brother. All claimed that his expression was sadistic and crazy, as if he was only attacking for a fun time.
Roleplaying Sample:
Getting into the Gym was simple. To speak the truth, he had done that exact thing every single night since he became a student at this school, finding no other refuge other than the silence of the empty gym to comfort and remind him of how life was back home. The sole reason for his action was comfort, although it helped a great deal with any exercise that Valor may have wanted, or needed in his case, and often felt the deep breathing and heavy panting of a long work-out to be more calming than drinking tea or watching television. He did not need the propaganda of news, nor did he want to pollute his body with herbs, especially if he could get the good whiff of water. And the midnight water of the indoor pool did seem very refreshing at the moment. Valor stripped off his black suit jacket, black vest, black tie, black slacks, shoes, and shirt, before he put his foot over the edge and into the cool liquid. He then pulled off his black boxers and dove inside.
Upon entrance, Valor's entire body began to cool and stiffen, feeling himself being swallowed by the parting liquid. Continuing his dive, he felt the hard sensation of concrete hit against his hand, then his arm and leg. With all the strength the he could muster, he pushed his feet off of the concrete, forcing his body back up to surface, his lungs getting the sweet release of oxygen as his head and upper torso flew out of the water. Although the chlorine-filled pool felt nice against Valor's hot skin, he could not help but steer the side and lift himself out. Mixed with the twelve shots he had downed a mere two hours prior, the water simply set his stomach into a whirling fit, reminding him that he was not immortal, no matter how much he wished it, and was unable to do anything he wanted.
Valor's head began to jolt as the entire gym began to clump and spin together. He knew what this meant. With a tilt of his cranium, Valor's stomach began to heave in mad contortions, forcing pure alcohol and bile through his throat and nose, leaving the back of his mouth with a nasty taste, and his nostrils in an incredible burning sensation that only caused him to vomit more. Having no food to throw up, he suddenly was overcome with the horrible feat of dry heaves that made his entire body sore with the movements.
When finally he was given a chance to breath again, Valor looked over the mess that he had made at the side of the pool, deciding that cleaning it was a job for a janitor, not a student. After coughing up what little bile was left resting in his tubes, Valor stood and made his way to the showers, taking a small pocket knife out of his blazer pocket. With a flick of the button, the newly sharpened blade glistened with the night air. Valor figured that if he would be unable to get a good work-out without throwing up, he could at least get a little bit of happy feelings out of the warm hug of metallic juices on his lips.
