Legends of Belariath
Nikolas
~*Description*~
A rather outstanding statuesque of a man. Nikolas - a broad frame of 6'2'’, built like an athlete despite how soft he may seem. He stands at the age of nineteen, a soft physique to the eyes - not hard or brutish like others, he seems to be more like a runner or swimmer. Even though the majority of his time is spent dwelling in the baths, away from the cacophonous laughter of the Inn. The bustling sounds that rampantly beat against his ears. Nikolas attempts to dwell in peace, liking his company but is often outcasted and set aside. Nikolas also has obtained a Tatoo of sorts - The word “Kittie” embedded in his right arm, curvaceous letters making the script somewhat unique. The calligraphy of the text profound and elegant. However bisecting the first 't' of Kittie, is the top of a cross, as the arms then underline the word and meet around the back of the arm. The stem of the cross descends a good four inches below. which is a bit awkward in itself. He doesn’t seem to be a cat, his body is completely human - the only feline attributes he has obtained is his eyes, and the unique flexibility that all cats have. Thus due to his flexibility he was taught to be a dancer. His normal attire is quite languid; a bit peaceful and deserving. An ebon t-shirt pulls taut across his abdomen, allowing the prominence of his toned abbs to be profound and elegant. Though his obsidian pants pull taut and constraining around his thighs. Molding to his every muscle and curvature. The pants were quite restricting to movement, but were able to allow his every curve to be shown. More of the dancers personalia coming out, though alas - to delve further. His obsidian tresses descended the contours of his neck, brushing his shoulders with feather light kisses.
~*Backround*~
A short writeup on his back round (-Is writing a 50 page story on it right now, really in depth, this is just a brief run through-) Nikolas was sold to slavers by the age of seven - from the land he came from he was an outcast among humans. His eyes being of a rich azure texture (And his irises were ovallike; thus gave hint that his ‘dad’ was feline.) Having had his first sexual encounter at the age of nine, he was put through tremendous circumstances in a rigorous training ‘course’. He was taught how to hold his orgasm at bay, how to stay ‘erect’ and pleasing to a woman without fail. He was deemed to be a ‘Gift to women’ or merely a fucktoy to be cast aside. He was taught bondage, discipline, taught to take what women gave him. Weather it was love or abuse, he would succumb to their needs. Nikolas was not a trying man, his times with his first mistress - a sadistical brute which constantly poured hot oils on him. Combining that with magic for a due sexual torture. (Thus he has a phobia against magic and oils. He completely hates them. ) However time passed, and around the age of fifteen and sixteen he was sold to a new mistress out of debt. Though this mistress was much kinder, much of a gentler hand when she touched. She was a dancer - and would teach him to dance in turn. However their times were lived through the next two or three years, they dwelled, laughed, and played around. Nikolas completely loved his new mistress, though after a time he found a lover his own age. A slave of another man - which when she was touched by Nikolas her master got enraged, and raided their encampment. So then (Yes, it seems dull, but will be explained in ‘ze gigantic story ‘tis writing) after running with his love, which by the time had been struck and ultimately died, he leapt off a cliff and into the aphotic depths of the sea. Intending death, yet only strode ashore a riverbank somewhere. He loomed within the forest for several nights, and then ultimately found The Lonely Inn. After a few days he applied for a job there, and gathered quite the audience. However most of the time he goes unnoticed, walking about in his average languid demeanor.