Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2015 4:41:50 GMT
* Face claim and appearance is Andy Biersack
"Bruises and bite marks have stories to tell, but none are more interesting than the whispers I can expel."
Full Name: Mason Seth Ackerman
Nicknames: Mase
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Height: 6'3"
Race: Reaper
Mentor Of: None
Apprentice Of: None
Occupation: None
Sexual Orientation: He can swing both ways, but prefers males.
Boyfriend Of: None.
Nice xxIxx Rude
Trustworthy xIxxx Untrustworthy
Loyal Ixxxx Unloyal
Submissive xxxIx Dominant
Sane xIxxx Insane
Peacekeeper xxIxx Fighter
• Mason had a difficult life, resulting in his bitter behaviors.
• Although he can appear nasty and rude most of the time, he's truly kind at heart--you would just have to dig deep.
• He has yet to decide on any occupation, as none have interested him thus far.
• He hates being talked back to or interrupted.
• In some ways, he's not fully dominant--he would bottom, but very rarely. It depends on the guy he's with.
• In some ways, he's not fully dominant--he would bottom, but very rarely. It depends on the guy he's with.
I
Childhood: Ages newborn to thirteen.
When Mason was born, he was one of five children. Being the youngest, he often had to fight for his rights with both stupid and meaningful things. This meant getting to be the first to bathe, the first to finish dinner, or to be the one to train with the father of the family. In any case, to him, he had a pretty normal family. They were all reapers, each had their own uniqueness to them that made them so special to the family. His oldest brother and sister would take over the family business in their hometown, while the others helped out with the little things. But Mason never imaged he'd be stuck with the little things--he wanted to shoot higher, get farther and do more than the others ever thought he could accomplish.
As Mason grew older, he knew he was getting closer and closer to that special date--when he turned thirteen years old. This was the day when his father would take him out to their cherry blossom tree patch of woods, and tell him to feel for the wings that have been hidden inside his body all this time. This was never a painless process, as the pain was also a representative in the whole ritual. But, he was told to feel for the wings beneath his flesh. He did so, and eventually all four wings tore through his skin and exploded from his back, soaked in thick crimson blood. Through repeated practice of bringing the wings inside of his body and pushing them back out, the holes would remain there permanently for him to be able to retract them whenever he so wished. This marked the beginning of his training as a fully fledged reaper.
II
His time Before Bastilk
During the time before he reached the kingdom, there were some significant events--some he wishes to never remember.
One such event was when he was seventeen years old. At this time, he had a girlfriend in which he thought he was going to marry in a few years--she would bear his children, he would lead a happy life, and reach for a higher goal and occupation than planned. He still had the idea in his head that he was worth more than just a simple side piece to helping out the family business. His relationship had also seemed to be going well for a while, until she told him something that very well shattered his heart.
"I'm still with my husband."
That's all she said to him. She showed him the ring, she told him she couldn't help lying to him any longer. How long, he asked. She had been with this other man the entire time she was with Mason--even longer, in fact. To him, it felt like his entire world just crashed. The woman he loved, the woman he thought was going to be his for good, told him that she had been cheating this entire time. He felt she betrayed him, she changed. She seduced him, and it went much farther than she ever expected it to.
"Do you at least love me? Did you ever love me?" He asked, his voice shaking. Mason's voice was quiet, as if he tried to speak louder, he would collapse from the effort. The gained fragility would cause him to shatter. Although the man was young, he could feel the love for her very strongly. It felt too real; the love, the pain of this new information. He gave her a pleading look, then asked again. It was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, as if she said no...
"I did," She said, looking down uncomfortably. "But the commitment you're looking for isn't within me." She looked at him again, sorrow in her gaze. Okay, so maybe she wasn't being heartless... she just wanted more than she could have. But in the end, she chose her first husband, not Mason. As his thoughts came together, she spoke again, and his blank stare settled on her. "That's why I told you I was a horrible girlfriend all those times. That's why I kept telling you I'm ugly--I'm ugly on the inside, Mason. I'm a terrible person. I knew I shouldn't have been running around behind his back all this time, and I knew I shouldn't have let you get in so deep.. But I have to tell you something." The beautiful, blonde-haired woman approached the stone cold Mason, her hands folded in front of her torso. He gave her a wary glare, wanting to step back, but couldn't find himself able to. He wanted to be as close to her as possible still, no matter how much she hurt him. It was then that she took a deep breath, lifted her gaze, and held his strongly with her vibrant blue eyes. "I'm pregnant, and.. it's your baby."
A child... his own child? "Anna, you must be mistaken--" She broke him off before he could continue. She shushed him, shook her head, and the tears were evident in her eyes. Mason could feel himself crumble more and more as she told him that she would tell her husband the baby was his, and not Mason's--how lucky that her husband also had raven black hair.
He no longer felt pity for himself. He no longer felt that he was betrayed, it was her husband. He felt bad for the man, his own wife going behind his back for two years. Going behind his back and having a baby with a man he never knew the name of, and would never know the name of. Being with a woman that victimized herself for her own errors, a woman that made others feel pity for something that she caused. No, he wasn't going to let himself feel this way over such a lowlife. He wasn't going to let her control his emotions any longer--no one was going to control his emotions anymore.
Mason scoffed, turned, and pulled his coat on. "Don't even think of it as lying to him. That baby might as well just be his, it wasn't nor will ever be mine." He didn't have to turn around and look to know that she was on the verge of tears. Hell, he didn't even care. She could cry all she wanted, but it would never change what she told him. It would never change what she did to him, and it would never change the fact that she lied to him for so long. "And, dearest Annalette," He said, pausing in the doorway of her home, "don't come looking for me. Don't bother. If I ever see you again, I'm killing you." Mason didn't even give her a chance to respond as he left and slammed the door shut, stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading away. Just away. He didn't know where he was going, what his goals were to leave. He just had to distance himself from her, so he wouldn't have to do what he said. In the back of his mind, he really didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to tell her how much she hurt him, even if she could tell through his actions. He could still feel his heart ache for her, he could feel those butterflies stir in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her beautiful face smiling at him, her silky voice telling him how much she adored him. But he couldn't risk falling back into that trap. He couldn't look her in the face again without knowing she lied, without forgetting how she was going to keep lying. Mason's eyes welled with tears, but he grit his teeth and wiped them away promptly--he wasn't going to cry. No tears for her. No regret. No sorrow. None of that. Just forget... and what better way to forget than to drink until he failed his liver?
As Mason grew older, he knew he was getting closer and closer to that special date--when he turned thirteen years old. This was the day when his father would take him out to their cherry blossom tree patch of woods, and tell him to feel for the wings that have been hidden inside his body all this time. This was never a painless process, as the pain was also a representative in the whole ritual. But, he was told to feel for the wings beneath his flesh. He did so, and eventually all four wings tore through his skin and exploded from his back, soaked in thick crimson blood. Through repeated practice of bringing the wings inside of his body and pushing them back out, the holes would remain there permanently for him to be able to retract them whenever he so wished. This marked the beginning of his training as a fully fledged reaper.
II
His time Before Bastilk
During the time before he reached the kingdom, there were some significant events--some he wishes to never remember.
One such event was when he was seventeen years old. At this time, he had a girlfriend in which he thought he was going to marry in a few years--she would bear his children, he would lead a happy life, and reach for a higher goal and occupation than planned. He still had the idea in his head that he was worth more than just a simple side piece to helping out the family business. His relationship had also seemed to be going well for a while, until she told him something that very well shattered his heart.
"I'm still with my husband."
That's all she said to him. She showed him the ring, she told him she couldn't help lying to him any longer. How long, he asked. She had been with this other man the entire time she was with Mason--even longer, in fact. To him, it felt like his entire world just crashed. The woman he loved, the woman he thought was going to be his for good, told him that she had been cheating this entire time. He felt she betrayed him, she changed. She seduced him, and it went much farther than she ever expected it to.
"Do you at least love me? Did you ever love me?" He asked, his voice shaking. Mason's voice was quiet, as if he tried to speak louder, he would collapse from the effort. The gained fragility would cause him to shatter. Although the man was young, he could feel the love for her very strongly. It felt too real; the love, the pain of this new information. He gave her a pleading look, then asked again. It was a nagging thought in the back of his mind, as if she said no...
"I did," She said, looking down uncomfortably. "But the commitment you're looking for isn't within me." She looked at him again, sorrow in her gaze. Okay, so maybe she wasn't being heartless... she just wanted more than she could have. But in the end, she chose her first husband, not Mason. As his thoughts came together, she spoke again, and his blank stare settled on her. "That's why I told you I was a horrible girlfriend all those times. That's why I kept telling you I'm ugly--I'm ugly on the inside, Mason. I'm a terrible person. I knew I shouldn't have been running around behind his back all this time, and I knew I shouldn't have let you get in so deep.. But I have to tell you something." The beautiful, blonde-haired woman approached the stone cold Mason, her hands folded in front of her torso. He gave her a wary glare, wanting to step back, but couldn't find himself able to. He wanted to be as close to her as possible still, no matter how much she hurt him. It was then that she took a deep breath, lifted her gaze, and held his strongly with her vibrant blue eyes. "I'm pregnant, and.. it's your baby."
A child... his own child? "Anna, you must be mistaken--" She broke him off before he could continue. She shushed him, shook her head, and the tears were evident in her eyes. Mason could feel himself crumble more and more as she told him that she would tell her husband the baby was his, and not Mason's--how lucky that her husband also had raven black hair.
He no longer felt pity for himself. He no longer felt that he was betrayed, it was her husband. He felt bad for the man, his own wife going behind his back for two years. Going behind his back and having a baby with a man he never knew the name of, and would never know the name of. Being with a woman that victimized herself for her own errors, a woman that made others feel pity for something that she caused. No, he wasn't going to let himself feel this way over such a lowlife. He wasn't going to let her control his emotions any longer--no one was going to control his emotions anymore.
Mason scoffed, turned, and pulled his coat on. "Don't even think of it as lying to him. That baby might as well just be his, it wasn't nor will ever be mine." He didn't have to turn around and look to know that she was on the verge of tears. Hell, he didn't even care. She could cry all she wanted, but it would never change what she told him. It would never change what she did to him, and it would never change the fact that she lied to him for so long. "And, dearest Annalette," He said, pausing in the doorway of her home, "don't come looking for me. Don't bother. If I ever see you again, I'm killing you." Mason didn't even give her a chance to respond as he left and slammed the door shut, stuffing his hands in his pockets and heading away. Just away. He didn't know where he was going, what his goals were to leave. He just had to distance himself from her, so he wouldn't have to do what he said. In the back of his mind, he really didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to tell her how much she hurt him, even if she could tell through his actions. He could still feel his heart ache for her, he could feel those butterflies stir in the pit of his stomach at the thought of her beautiful face smiling at him, her silky voice telling him how much she adored him. But he couldn't risk falling back into that trap. He couldn't look her in the face again without knowing she lied, without forgetting how she was going to keep lying. Mason's eyes welled with tears, but he grit his teeth and wiped them away promptly--he wasn't going to cry. No tears for her. No regret. No sorrow. None of that. Just forget... and what better way to forget than to drink until he failed his liver?
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♥♥ Hisao - I hope you don't hate me.
♥ Valence - Christ, let a guy explain himself! Jeez..
♥ Valence - Christ, let a guy explain himself! Jeez..
