EdY : Myloe

As much as he enjoys receiving excruciating pain, he likes to give it.

- Tech-nerd
- Flexibility
- Wicca

- Technology
- Games
- Small Spaces
- Strength
- Lotions/Oils
- Sight, Smell, and Taste of Blood
- Lewd Acts
- Candles
- Eye Makeup

- Colors [All but red]
- Eating
- Bottoms
- Fluff [Love stories, flowers and chocolates, etc.]
- Being Touched [Unless he touches first]
- Smiling
- Dry Air
- Watching Sports [but he likes doing them]

Sedentary | Ruined | Passive | Careless | Focused | Studious | Patient | Modest

To anyone who’s met him, Myloe seems to be very subdued and relaxed. He has no strong reactions to things, the most that’s usually out of him is a widening of the eyes or a twitch of the lips. This trait keeps him from betraying his thoughts most of the time unless someone is determined enough to try to read them in his eyes. He prefers to let the world go on around him without interfering to greatly and seems to not care in the least about what happens. Even so, this relaxed demeanor gives him more focus than anything. It’s not difficult for him to sit and read a book for hours, or practice a single concept over and over without growing impatient. The only twist to his otherwise calm exterior, is the ruined mind he holds inside. His view on the world is jaded and darkened by past events. Sometimes the words that come out of his mouth are what’s seems as twisted and sick. Rather than help a person who’s in distress, he’ll comment on their situation as if he’s aroused by their pain.

From the beginning of his life, Myloe was silent and subdued. Even as a child, he didn’t cry, hardly babbled and looked at his parents with cold eyes. They truly believed their baby didn’t love them, especially as he grew older. His eyes rarely held much emotion and he still didn’t beg or complain. But they seemed reassured by every time he spoke the three important words when he finally learned to talk. They didn’t mind that their son was immersed in books all the time rather than going out and making friends like other ‘normal’ children seemed to be doing. Because he was content, there was no need to worry about him. The topics he read on were constantly changing but seemed to revolve around two things at the most : Wicca and technology. The two topics clashed but as much as he enjoyed learning of more ancient techniques, he wanted to remain knowledgeable about current computers and other things.

During the day, Myloe would take his time tinkering with whatever he could find, taking them apart and putting them back together…sometimes. Other times, he would often go out in the middle of the night to practice what he learned about wicca, finding secluded places far from civilization. At least that was what he thought. It was during one of these late-night treks that two men followed him out into the forest that lined his home. While he was preforming one of the rituals, the men grabbed him and stole him away. It wasn’t a hard task for them, considering the boy didn’t fight. He hardly put up any resistance at all, in fact, almost as if he was willing to go. They took him as a ‘gift’ to a man they worked for. He was to be a special pet.

And a pet he was. Immediately he was locked away in a room. But the room wasn’t a horrid place at all. It was richly decorated with the finest furniture and anything he asked for. Though he rarely made requests, every so often he did ask for change. Since it would be difficult for him to escape any time soon, he might as well live comfortably. Every day he was dressed in the finest lingerie and used as a toy. Even though his outside attitude seemed to never change about the abuse, inside he was slowly shifting. Considering he never rejected this change in lifestyle, it only made sense that he was accepting it. He loved the pain, loved returning it. The sex only made things better. But just as he was really becoming accustomed to life as this man’s pet, something happened. The male had business to attend to and he couldn’t take his beloved pet with him for the ride in case he attempted to escape. So he needed a place to hold him until he returned. He only knew of one place that kept pets under strict enough security and secrecy : Eden.

- Frequently wears fancy lingerie despite his dislike for bottoms
- Practices acts of Wicca [specializes in aphrodisiac tonics]
- Darkened skin feels like silk and is cold to the touch
- Wears mostly casual shirts but always decorates with jewelry
- Eyes and expression are always blank
- Hair is always a mess even when he tries to tame it
- If his skin gets too dry it hurts him and he needs moisture
- Always playing his handheld games in his free time and eating his bag of candy that he always has
- Often wears scented oils

Stamina - 4
Charm - 1
Wit - 7
Technique - 2
Willpower - 1