parzival

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  1. The Perfect Drug [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I come along, but I don't know where you're taking me The rather indignant stare he was fixed with faintly surprised River. Throw in the domineering tone that laced the older gentleman’s words, and River became well aware of the power dynamic. There was a difference between the usual customer who would frequent the club and a customer the club felt honored to welcome into its four walls. A dancer could usually tell the shift in client base the moment the customer walked in. But here? Everyone looked the same. Everyone looked like they could be British royalty and flew in on their private jet just for the event. It wasn’t until the pompous man introduced himself that River’s demeanor completely changed. His jaw dropped ever so slightly, this stupefied expression muddled his handsome features. He barely heard the rest of the words that left Dawson’s . . . inviting lips. His mind was still caught on the familiarity of the name, to which he failed to pinpoint. Not yet. “I—“ His attempt at speaking was cut off abruptly when he felt the other’s rough palms press against his abdomen. River’s chin tilted down, his blue gaze watching in anticipation as Dawson’s fingers trailed lightly over his skin, following the curve of his muscles all the way down to the waistband of his trunks. With the snap of the fabric, he also snapped back to reality. It wasn’t until that moment that River realized he’d been holding his breath. His mind seemingly wandered to a darker, sexier place, much like Dawson’s hand. He had an inclination that that was Dawson’s intent all along. River wasn’t like the rest of the dancers here. He was not the type to bow down to authority, and he certainly wouldn’t submit to someone just because of weight their name carried. As he raised his head up, his own blue eyes tore over the man’s fit form, the suit that concealed his features left ample room for one’s imagination. It only deepened the sensation that ignited his veins; desire. “It would be an honor to service you on your special night, The Dawson Clarke.” Substituting proper pronouns in favor of mirroring the brazen way Dawson introduced himself seemed like something no one would ever dare to do, which is exactly why River did. This was a man that never heard ‘no’. A guy who was rarely challenged. When it came to sharing an intimate night with someone, there was nothing more boring. And the last word anyone would use to describe a night with River, was boring. This cheeky grin tugged at his lips, the impish manner he was regarding the other with only becoming more apparent. “The name’s River, but you can call me whatever you want, seeing how it’s your birthday and all.” MONTY @Mariah.
  2. The Perfect Drug [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I come along, but I don't know where you're taking me His fingers drummed absently across the bar-top while he waited for his drink. Even when River wasn't dancing, the vibration of the music pulsated through his veins, igniting his limbs with electricity. The impulse to jump on top of the bar and give into the music was a strong one. He was smart enough to refrain. The bartender probably would not be a fan of his bare feet being anywhere near his counters. River decided to take a seat in one of the stools instead, allowing his fingers to satisfy his cravings as they continued to drum to the beat. The chair was quite cold against his bare ass, but sometimes little victories were worth the sacrifice. River was on his feet from the moment he arrived at the event, and this was the closest thing to a break he'd had in the hours since. The bartender soon returned with his shot. He slid it down the counter to River who stopped it with his hand. "Appreciate it man!" He thanked the fellow worker. The small glass was then raised to his lips. He threw the fiery liquid back with skill that could rival a frat boy's. Drinking was an activity River was into long before he was even of legal age. The system kids needed something to do to pass the time and block out the lingering sadness. He was ten or eleven when he was first brought back to the boys home in a police cruiser, a few of his buddies in tow. He could still remember the look on his case manager's face the following morning. That did not go over well. Screwing up was nothing new to River. In fact, he screwed up enough to call it a pastime. Only River would slide off the stool and turn around in the same exact moment the birthday man himself was walking up. Of course, when River found himself face-to-face with the handsome stranger, he had no idea who Dawson was. If he did, he would have responded in a manner that was a lot more polite than this. "Oh shit, sorry." River came to a sudden stop, mere inches from the other's face. "I didn't see you, bro. Did you want a dance or somethin'?" The alcohol was fresh on his breath, potent enough that the other male could likely taste it in the air. A dazzling smile filled his face then, his signature grin of sorts. It was the one he brandished whenever he felt like he was in a situation where he might be in trouble. Pair that with his innocent blue hues, and no one could ever stay peeved with him for long. Well, most of the time. MONTY @Mariah.
  3. The Perfect Drug [M]

    .intoforest { position: relative; margin: 20px auto 0px; background: #191919; height: auto; padding: 40px; width: 400px; min-height: 300px; } .intoforest img { position: absolute; height: 250px; width: 480px; object-fit: cover; left: 0px; top: 0px; filter: grayscale(0%) contrast(75%); } .ifoutline { position: relative; min-height: 220px; width: 320px; border: 1px solid #d3e0e5; } .intoforest text { display: block; position: relative; color: #e7e7e7; padding: 30px; margin-top: 210px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12px; line-height: 180%; font-family: roboto; padding-bottom: 20px; } .intoforest lyrics { position: absolute; color: #d3e0e5; font-family: overpass; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: 800; font-size: 9px; letter-spacing: 9px; width: 200px; line-height: 200%; padding: 20px; } I come along, but I don't know where you're taking me Beads of sweat rolled over River’s skin, giving his bare shoulders and chest a glossy hue, one that glistened beneath the flashing lights decorating the ceiling. He was barefoot atop one of the platform’s, his arms raised over his head while he gyrated his hips to the beat of the trip-hop track currently reverberating off the walls. The bass was so loud he could feel it echoing through his body, like surround sound speakers. The chosen attire for the evening’s event left very little to the imagination. A metallic g-string that was skin-tight to his lower half, it evoked a rather lascivious feeling. River slid one hand slowly down his other arm in a seductive manner. The dancer opened his eyes, breaking his inner vibe with the music to survey the crowd of rich, party-goers. He flashed those he made eye contact an impish grin, Dawson being one of those people. His teeth were as perfect as his muscular build. At the next bass drop, River dropped too. He caught himself with his hands, his arms slowly lowered into a push-up position that easily broke the fall. It was quite the able-bodied show of strength, a little trick that excited the crowds as much as a standing back tuck or a handstand would. Now on all fours, it was a lot easier for him to make use of his hips and lower body, a part of his gig’s where he saw the most flashes of green being pulled out of pockets. At the end of the song, River slid off the platform. Another dancer weaved their way out from the crowd and took his place on the 'stage'. It was River’s turn to work the floor for the next ten songs or so. This meant conversing, giving massages and lap dances, and perhaps even following someone to a private room . . . with promise of a generous tip, of course. Hands reached out for him while he slowly made his way through the crowd, running over his arms and legs, and some even grabbing at his ass. People would slip crumpled bills into his waistband, and more timid one’s would hold them out for him to take. With no one pulling him aside in that moment, River made his way to the large bar for a drink. Nothing loosened up a dancer’s body like some alcohol or a party favor, considering no one had slipped anything under his tongue yet, a shot or two would be the next best thing. Flagging down one of the bartender’s, he pulled out a few crumpled bills and tossed them on the counter. “Just a shot! Something strong, thanks.” River raised his voice a few octaves, having to shout over the blaring music. Honestly, his eardrums would probably burst before he was thirty. Fuck it though, it was worth it. River worked in downtown Los Angeles at a long-standing gay club known as Rage and had been for about two years. Dancing was something he always enjoyed doing, whether at parties or in his own room. Making a living off of it was beyond brilliant, and a lot better than what his résumé consisted of before. He was hired out for events like these quite often. This meant that he didn’t always know who the owner of the location was, or what the party was even for. He just showed up. Perhaps this was why Dawson was nothing more than another face that blended into the crowd. And if either were a fortune teller, maybe they would both wish that it stayed that way. MONTY @Mariah.
  4. River's Journey

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  5. .ama::-webkit-scrollbar { width: 5px; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-track { background-color: #fff; } .ama::-webkit-scrollbar-thumb { background-color: #e59277; } .ama { background-color: #fff; border: #eee solid 1px; padding: 10px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 100%; font-size: 10px; color: #000; } .amatitle { padding: 20px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 3px; color: #fff; } .amafields1 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; } .amafields2 { padding: 10px; background-color: #e59277; font-family: calibri; text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; font-size: 8px; letter-spacing: 1px; color: #fff; margin-top: 1px; }   River Catalin Hansen   face claim: Chad Michael Murray canon name: Mortal associations: N/A alias: Riv, Charisma age / apparent age: 21 zodiac: Virgo date of birth: August 24th, 1978 place of birth: Olympia, California, USA pronouns: He/Him sexuality: Homosexual moral alignment: Lawful Good character traits: Loyal. Resilient. Independent. Trustworthy. Perceptive. world views: River views the world as a rather unforgiving, borderline relentless place. One that is void of recovery time and unconcerned with one’s ability to handle whatever it throws out. In River’s eyes, everything in life is based solely on luck and being in the right place at the right time, or in his case, the wrong place at the wrong time. The cards he was dealt in life play a major part in his worldly views and he rarely shares these inner thoughts with anyone. physical attributes: River has an athletic build, one formed solely from his lifestyle choices and a ramen based diet, whenever he even remembers to make himself dinner. River is 6’0” in height and weighs around 160 lbs. His skin is of lighter complexion. He isn’t the palest guy in the city, but he definitely burns more than he tan’s. River sports a pair of eyes that are ocean blue in hue; ones that radiate confidence yet twinges of uncertainty. His hair gives off this beach boy vibe, a sandy blonde color that has a slightly unkempt vibe. Throw in the angled jawline and morning after stubble, and those are the basics of River’s appearance. musical taste: River is a fan of pretty much any genre of music, except for country. He prefers music that has a deeper meaning to it. Something that he can connect with or even relate to. If he had to choose a band to listen to every night for the rest of his life, it would probably be the Red Hot Chili Peppers or Green Day. aesthetic: River wears clothing that is coming of age, modern, and youthful in style. Picture your average young adult clothing from the early 00s, and that’s what fills River’s closet. He does have a denim jacket he is impartial to and where’s it with a lot of outfits. The only time his attire deviates from societal standards is at work, which is an entirely different type of ‘uniform’. While River is not much of an artsy guy, there was a time that all he would do is lay in whatever he was calling his home for that week, and read. He was quite into Stephen King and anything fantasy. As of recently, he hasn’t read much as his lifestyle does not allow for much free time. Still, his collection of dusty novels is tucked away safely in his closet, just in case. lifestyle: The life River lives is definitely not one that most young people would stride for. Regardless, it’s a life he has made for himself without help from anyone. He takes pride in that, even if he gives off this vibe of someone a father would never let his daughter date. River’s social life consists mainly of those that he outgrew the system with. He spends his time hanging out with them at their houses or partying at his place of work. Some friends he’s picked up from the streets and others are also dancers at the nightclub. River is loved by many people and he’s taken it upon himself to create his own little family. In his younger years, he used to have a lot more hobbies. He dabbled in things that would take his mind off of reality. He would find actors he liked and spend his weeks watching every film they were ever in. He would discover a new book and read the entire series from start to finish. Now, River doesn’t really have much time alone to let his mind wander. occupation: Go-go dancer class: Lower Class genealogy: Emma De Angelo (Half-Sister) Richard Hansen (Sperm donor, bio-dad) Katherine DeGenova (Mother, deceased) BIOGRAPHY: River Catalin Hansen was born on August 24th, 1978 in Olympia, California to his late mother Katherine DeGenova and his sperm donor, Richard Hansen. Catalin is Roman for Catherine, a variation of his mother’s name. It’s proven to be strange to others, though it’s something River appreciates. Richard wasn’t actually Katherine’s sperm donor but he might as well have bee considering the term father could not be applied more loosely if one tried. Unfortunately for River, Katherine had complications with the birth. Medicine was not as great in the 70s as it is now, and she passed. Leaving the hospital as a single parent, it only made things easier for Richard to rid himself of his discretion's and walk back to his picket fence life with his wife, Emma’s mother. River was left on the doorstep of an orphanage, much like one sees in the movies, and taken in without question. It was common in the 70s. A woman having a child out of wedlock was still frowned upon during that time, so most assumed he was left there by a terrified young mother. It would not be until he was legally an adult that he would discover his true origins. Growing up in the system isn’t easy. He was in and out of boys homes and shoved around to different foster homes, most of whom were only in it for the paycheck. The older he got, the lower his chances became. River’s unruly behavior certainly did not help his chances of being adopted. By the time he was sixteen, he was quite the little shithead. Skipping out on curfew wasn’t hard when the people that were assigned by the state to make sure you stayed alive could not care less. He was smoking weed and drinking, even stealing from stores and joyriding in cars. River had quite the delinquent stage. He started running with what stable adults would call the wrong crowd, but to River, they were his family. Once he was eighteen, he was happy to be out of the system. A lot of kids were often terrified to be thrust out on their own, but River had already felt like that his entire life. He spent a couple of years digging himself further into illegal activity, until he went mostly straight. There aren’t a lot of open doors for foster kids that are freshly eighteen, which led River and his closest friends to the unspoken jobs of the city. Working the streets, selling dope, and smuggling wasn’t as sketchy as the movies made it. Sure, a few people dropped now and then, but it was nothing that River couldn’t handle. That is, until he watched one of his best friends lose their life. When that happened, it freaked River out a bit. It became too personal and he knew that his friend would want him to leave it all behind. This is when he found a job at a gay club downtown as a dancer. He started to sell less and less, and dance more. There are times when he still finds himself drug back into things, but at least it’s not his only way of living. He might be stuck in the game, but he’s not always playing. He works at the club nearly every night now. His stage name is Charisma and he’s gained quite the revolving door of regulars. It earned him enough to find a one bedroom, though he still prefers couch hopping with friends or staying the night with turned tricks more than anything. One thing about River is he certainly hates being alone. He uses his social life as an anchor, an escape. Now 21, not much about that has changed, and well, it’s definitely a weakness to be preyed on. PLATONIC: River is an outgoing person, a friend to many and loved by all. There is always that person in a friend group who is the unspoken life of the party, that keeps everyone in good graces with one another, and who no one has a bad thing to say about. That’s River. Despite his upbringing, River has found that everyone he meets is worth trusting, until there is a reason given that he shouldn’t. If you’re looking for a friend, he’s going to have your back. As long as you don’t stab his. ANTAGONISTIC: Even the nicest of people have a few enemies. Law enforcement would be the obvious one. He’s ran down some alleys and hopped a few fences in his time on the streets and prefers to keep his head down around anyone in a uniform. Being openly gay in the city has it’s own bringer of issues. There are always those that disguise themselves as tricks or customers at the club, but actually have other intentions. If we were to become more personal, anyone that threatens River’s friends, threatens River. He cares deeply for those in his life and doesn’t stand for those who come in with bad intentions. Lastly anyone and anything to do with Richard Hansen will have River walking the other way. He wants nothing to do with that part of his . . . lineage. River took it upon himself at eighteen to find out who his biological parents are. In the few chance meetings he’s had with Richard the Dick Hansen, it’s been far from pleasant. He hates the guy and anyone else that happens to like him. ROMANTIC: River is one of those who certainly gets around. He doesn’t mean to be that guy, but going home with tricks only means more money, and it also means keeping and maintaining his regulars. There have only been a couple of times where he has truly been in love, and none that he really ever speaks of. He isn’t against the idea of it, he simply just doesn’t know if he should have it. The way he lives now, he cannot think of a single man who would be okay with it. With sharing him. Not to mention, he’s so close with all of his friends, is there really anyone who could come along and steal a place in his heart? OTHER: River is open for plotting, however, he is locked into a relationship plot with another’s character. Other than that, there are no limitations.   NO TRIGGERS, 22, est, discord: parzival#3564