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I am working full time now with other time consuming acts on the side so please don't expect me to be fast at replies.
I don't mind being poked and nudged but please take my waning availability into mind.
I am an 18+, R, 3/3/3 writer and am okay with most mature and/or triggering topics, angst, etc. so long as we discuss or mention it beforehand.

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I am a para to novella style writer. I tend to mirror, but I don't expect you to do the same so long as you can give me sufficient content to reply to.
I can write short / action / etc. but that is not my norm unless we are in a lounge setting with lots of people.
My preferred style is third pov and I tend to mix past/current.

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the only one bored enough to pick up a stray out of a garbage dump.

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name: lee chan.
species: half-blood vampire.
abilities: memory manipulation.
birthdate: feb.11th.
pronouns: he/him/his.
age: 24/84.
birthplace: unknown.

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alignment: chaotic neutral.
MBTI: ESTJ.
archetype: the explorer.
enneagram: the visionary.

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born to a vampire father and a human mother.
disappearance of the father.
discovery of the child and capture of the mother.
servitude and slavery.
escape.
second capture.
abuse, sold to the market.
picked up.
second education.

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it'll be faster to give up than to think you'll find them :)

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positive:

bubbly, charismatic, confident, dynamic, vigilant.

neutral:

mischievous, unpredictable, ambitious, persistent, opportunistic.

negative:

selfish, cruel, manipulative, rebellious, impatient.

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a father that was never there. a mother whose dreams died the moment of his birth. chan was supposed to have been a bargaining chip, a path towards freedom, riches. he was none of those except baggage rued, cursed and hated by the one who bore him. hiding in the alleyways and tunnels like rats, running from certain doom that had been written the moment they were abandoned. two discarded toys that fed only off of the hatred for each other, a child who only learned death and cruelty.

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likes:

blood (lots of it), the moon and moonlight, sweets - especially hard candies, pleasing junhui, roses.

dislikes:

sunny days, hard and scratchy fabrics, being ignored, being left alone, bitter tastes.

hobbies:

poking jun's acquaintances, taking apart his prey, getting new piercings.

habits:

frequent & regular feedings at all times of the day, biting his thumb until bleeding, stealing items of his fancy.

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chained wrists. running only to get caught again. he was dirtied blood, less than those they chased down for prey, made useful as a body, a weapon, a disposable. death and death again, dying in the bright sunlight only that he won't--  that his curse would be the only thing to string along a painful survival. lashes down a bony spine to remind him of each sin only to commit them again and again. a moth that won't learn, or one that would rather burn in the flames than lower his head and pretend to be a lamb.

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beloved pet.

bright, charming, flirtatious, a crowd pleaser and a pet. young and pretty, he is fawned and adored by all the wrong people, and he eats up all the attention he gets. all smiles and sharp teeth, but never anything serious.

dangerous rogue.

a knife, sharpened at both ends. the snap of teeth in the dark, a grin far too wide, a cheshire disappearance. those who are wise know his danger, know better than to cross the temptation put before them again and again.

lost stray.

scared of being lost, scared of being abandoned. having tasted the warmth he can no longer stand the cold, desperately running from the dark, lonely corner. nothing more than a shivering creature afraid of the world and its shadows.

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from the ashes. discarded along with other unusable pawns one day, corpses waiting to be dragged off --. a light that won't dim in eyes bleeding red, and a matching pair that caught the light. by chance, perhaps? or by fate, nothing but the most ridiculous of coincidences. a different collar around his throat now, but one worn willingly. learning again what the world looked like once painted over in color and light. and yet old habits would die hard, sharpened claws could never be retracted. a wolf must have its lamb some day.

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height: 174cm.
weight: 55kg.
hair: rose-blond, naturally dark brown.
eyes: pale brown / cherry red.
physique: fit.
markings: ear, lip piercings. scars across back.
scent: sea water, ashes, blood.
attire: full piercings, modified suit.