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Old 05-22-2017, 08:23 PM

Name: Dante Hettlinger
Age: 21
Appearance: http://i903.photobucket.com/albums/a...ps66lyiydq.png
he’s lanky and lithe, but he’s got some muscle from dancing. Skin is a slight tan. About 5’7”. Has a black tattoo across the middle of his chest. On the larger side, but simple. His hair is red and mostly straight, but in his eyes a lot. Has blue-green eyes that look bright against his hair.
Personality: He’s angry, prideful, and bitter. His lonesomeness is self imposed because he fears and does not believe in relying on anyone but himself. He has a lot of pride and fully believes he can survive alone. He’s good with money and persevering, so why accept handouts? He does not believe in magic, love, or anything he can’t touch or fight against. If he could disbelieve in nightmares, he would, but on rainy nights, he’s often plagued with them. On the outside though, he displays a coy exterior like he’s always playing with people. He seems confident and in control. Most people would mistake him for a bully rather than someone who has been bullied. In short, he’s a mess and no one will ever get him to admit it.
Bio: Comes from a broken family. His father is a gambler and his mother comes and goes. Sometimes she’s like an angel to him and sometimes she’s worse than his father. He’s unreliable at his best and violent at his worst, though rarely outright cruel. Dante ran away at age sixteen and has been living on his own since then. He didn’t finish high school and survived on what money he stole from his father and what he made himself. He’s been doing small work since he was young after all, his father not being one to keep it. He started work as a dancer at age 18 and shares little of himself with his coworkers.

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Old 05-23-2017, 01:27 AM

Name: Devon Brown

Age: 20

Appearance: Inspirational picture
Tall, athletic and blond, Devon has the look for the job. His eyes are a golden brown instead of the blue you would expect from an heavenly being such as a cupid, but his sun-kissed skin and easy smile certainly also fit the bill. While he is still young, his growth is expected to stop in the following decade, a fact he secretly dread. He has no tattoo or scars, but a birth mark in the form of an heart can be found on his right shoulder-blade.

Personality: Devon is in love with the idea of love, but holds mixed feeling about falling in love himself. While his very nature will cause him to get close to various people through his life, he will always feel like his feelings are the price to pay for his loved ones happiness; the fact that he always end up forgetting all about his previous flame only acerbating his feeling of hopelessness when it comes to his own love life. A curious mix of hedonist and fatalist, he will plunge headfirst into romance with the certainty in his heart that things will not end well for him. He can't help it, though, can he?

Hardworking and sociable, he does have a needy side and will get excited over the slightest hint of favor going his way. He has a love for birds, and will always be up for romantic movies, unashamedly going to any sappy chick flick going his way (and often using the time to chat up anyone he find cute in the process should he be 'in need of love' at the moment.

Bio: Cupids are born naturally from human, but are taught the way of their species via dream by Love itself. While their twenty or so first years of life is pretty normal except for the dreams, they gradually feel the need to fall in love and match their own lovers to other mortals, only to 'lose their love' in the process. That traumatic event deprive them of what amount of a powerful drug as well as a food source, and to protect themselves cupids will forget all about their partner in the following hours of a successful love match.

The thing is, at twenty years old, Devon is still new to his 'job', and not only is he still deeply attached to his mortal family, he is also really afraid of falling in love due to the still distressing feeling of vague lost and spots of lost memories he experienced in the last few years, since he started 'matching'. As a result, he is both extremely eager for affection and deeply negative about the outcome of anything romantic he attempt regarding his own life. Of course, his very nature has earned him the reputation of being needy and borderline lusty when it comes to anyone attractive crossing his path (despite cupids actually being made to be deeply faithful to each partner while their romance lasted).

(OOC: Kat Dakuu: I may have gone overboard with that one, but the muse hit me in the face, I swear!)

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Old 05-23-2017, 02:52 AM

A hazy blue and purple fog choked the air of the club, clinging to Dante's skin like his own personal cloud. He wore it proudly, comfortably. Nowhere else could feel like this, under the heated gaze of the lights. Everywhere else it looked dark, but on his circular stage, he felt illuminated. Wearing nothing more than a pair of skin-tight purple leather pants, boots, and fishnets along his arms, he moved along the stripper pole with a cat's ease and languid sexiness. Many eyes watched each swing of his hips, or the ripple of muscles, tanned skin, and the black ink of his tattoo. The lighting turned the image into a mystery, and yet it drew so many eyes.

The club was packed on the Friday night, which was fine with Dante. He liked the attention. Liked? No, he needed all these eyes on him. Without them, he didn't exist. What was his purpose outside of these brick walls except to dance? This rhythm, the smell of sweat and drink, and these lights. He felt them in his skin maybe because he knew them well by now. As another wad of money sailed onto his stage, he threw back his head, submitting himself to the music entirely.

Dante Hettlinger did not need anyone. He just needed the lights and the dance, heated gazes on his body and the knowledge that they wouldn't get anything they wanted. He may dance for them, but they never got to touch. Dante operated that way and had for years. He lifted his eyes to gaze at the crowd gathered in the club. Four other dancers did their routines on stages placed throughout the room but he never bothered with them. He just gave his haughty look, earning looks of lust. Such power he had over these men. Maybe long ago, he never dreamed he'd grow up to be an exotic dancer, but now he couldn't dream of being anything else. In too many ways, he needed this.

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Old 05-23-2017, 09:35 PM

A sweet ache felt in his chest had been all the warning Devon Brown needed to know that he needed to get moving again. The dull pang near his sternum was still an alien feeling to him, but the twenty years-old quickly developed a bittersweet craving for it. To be in need of love; that’s what he called the urge to find someone to cherish for a little while. With that sweet moment of tenderness came emptiness however and, while he loved the feeling, the blond could not help but hate it at the same time.

His feeling for his nature were complicated and constantly in flux, and that’s why Devon tried not to sweat things out too much when it came to living life as a cupid. Should he delve too deep into his own feeling, surely he would drown, right? Right, not thinking too much about it and getting right to the interesting parts!

The club he chose for tonight was thrumming with an heavy, lascivious beat as the blond pocketed the fake ID he had used in order to have full access to the place. He was here to enjoy himself, after all, and getting bothered about a mere seven months short of an arbitrary age was not what he was looking for that night. Sure, the place smelled a bit, and Devon had to watch where he stepped, but the whole room was so thrumming with desire and life that the cupid could not bring himself to care one bit about any kind of discomfort he may feel. Feeling a grin form upon his lips, he followed his instinct and headed towards the area with the most concentrated desire in the whole club; the stage.

Using a bit of shoulders to get his way, the blond made his way through the throng of bodies blocking his way to his prize. The journey was not a smooth one, and often he had to resort to laughing off grumblings sent his way while trying to gauge any potential partner in the faceless crowd. He spotted a few interesting souls, but the sheer lustful energy he felt further on left him to abandon any potential query for the source of the delicious feeling. He needed to get to the center of that pull he felt in his blood, and he would not be satisfied until he laid eye upon the one he was looking for.

As it happened, the eye contact with the sultry young man dancing on the stage drew him short. A long moment passed, and everything was in slow motion as the cupid’s sense were sent into an overdrive. Entranced, Devon leaned against the stage to take everything in…

Was that what it was like to be lovestruck?

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Old 05-24-2017, 11:01 PM

As Dante's eyes swept over the men watching his show, he found a pair of golden brown eyes staring right at him. Not at his body like all the others, but rather into his eyes where they met and his seemed to look right through Dante. Sucking in his breath, he found himself dancing solely to that man for a half second. Maybe it was the direct need thrown his way that made Dante want to dance like that. He loved the attention after all. Or maybe it was just a fluke. When he realized it though, he let his leg hook over the pole so he could swing himself away with a very purposeful cold shoulder to the blonde, golden-eyed man. That was his charm and he intended to use it to his advantage.

As he swung back around, he found the man leaned against the stage, still looking completely entranced. Dante smirked, feeling a little bold just because this man seemed to want him more than anyone else. As he stretched across the stage, he let his foot brush against the man's arm where it crossed the stage. "Hey, sexy. Want a private dance later?" he crooned, still with a coy little smirk on his face. He may not tempt others often, but when he did, he commanded. Who could say no to this? Dante pulled his foot back, swinging back into his dance a second later.

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Old 05-26-2017, 09:06 PM

Devon, who had felt his blood sing in his veins the moment his eyes had set upon the young man on the stage, felt his heart soar at those husky words. As he stood there, swaying to the beat of the song blasting in his ears, the cupid felt a slow smile spread on his lips. This was it, the start of the end, yet the young man could not bring himself to care. Everything was as good as new every time he met a new partner, after all, and Devon could not get enough of the feeling he felt spreading through his being.

“I would love that, but would you let me take you on a date afterwards, or would I be left heartbroken?” Bold words, but when it came to Love’s domain, a cupid to be aggressive was a given. Besides, Devon would so like to know more than the shape of that body or the sound of the delightful voice before the bond would fully form…

His very nature would soon attune him to the one before him, and he would prefer to have the pleasure to guess and learn on his own before his instinct took over in order to him to just instinctively know. Wasn’t he allowed a little mystery once in awhile?

He just hoped the other would say yes...

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Old 05-28-2017, 03:25 PM

As he danced, Dante heard the man's question over the beat of the music. He wished he hadn't since it made something twist inside of him. Not in the way of romance and surprise, but something painful and ice cold. Dante didn't date. Even at twenty-one, he never let himself get close to a single man. Maybe in some ways, he hated the gender that he knew without a doubt that he was attracted to. He couldn't deny his own gayness and yet. He shook the thought away. Licking his lips, he rolled his hips in the blonde-man's direction, ignoring the sounds of excitement and displease that the other customers made, knowing that they weren't first pick for the night.

"How about I dance for you and then we talk," Dante answered as he finally left his heated spotlight. Even though everything inside him closed off, he smile like the man's question thrilled him instead of the opposite. His fake demeanor was ingrained too deep. The music tapered off with the end of a song and Dante swung his way down from the stage, letting himself slide up against the other man. There are rooms in the back. Let me dance for you there." Leading the way, he let his every step draw attention to himself, reveling in every second of it even as he dreaded the possible affection this man might show him.

 


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