Post by Naesala Baozhai du Ciel on Jul 10, 2012 22:09:59 GMT -8
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Naesala Baozhai du Ciel
Gender: Male
Age/DOB: 26 / November 1986
Occupation: Sales associate at Sephora / 'Food' for hire for vampires ?
Race: Human
Appearance;
Naesala has a slim, almost wispy stature. He’s probably about 5’8”, but appears a bit shorter since he usually slouches. His mixed Asian ethnicity is evident in his somewhat ‘flat’ features and tapered face, but most prominent – and comely – are his exotically slanted eyes and bow-shaped lips, the former often accentuated with just the right, subtle amount of eyeshadow, the latter lightly glossed. Combine this with the carefully coordinated clothing (usually Japanese or Korean men’s fashion lines) and one could justify the misperception about his sexuality, something he doesn’t appreciate too much. Sometimes he might almost appear withdrawn or frail, but it’s not really something physical; it’s like one of those intangible sort of ‘feelings’ that you get when looking at someone, as if he’s been bearing the weight of certain burdens for far too long.
On his night job, he’ll be wearing something a bit more flashy, almost fetish-y, something to show a bit of leg or midriff to appeal to his hungry clients.
Personality;
Naesala is that strange paradox of the kind of person whose demeanor invites conversation even though he’s not very talkative himself. That said, he definitely comes off as quiet, maybe not so far as withdrawn, but not very outgoing either, but once one has him talking, it’s evident that he’s not antisocial or even inept at talking to people, just that he doesn’t have a lot to say, and that’s the truth. He doesn’t feel as if he has much to talk about – his achievements, he believes, are few and far in between – and so … what’s the point in starting up conversation? But he’s happy to listen to others, and even when people don’t notice him being a wallflower, he absorbs his surroundings like a sponge. He’s the sort who could remain silent for an hour or two and then repeat back the various conversations around him almost ad verbatim.
His quietude does persist even in his words, though; when he speaks, it’s never louder than necessary, and indeed rarely rises above somewhere between a murmur and normal volume. Despite this, he speaks with clarity, and his voice is very soothing.
If one digs a bit deeper, Naesala turns out to be a very thoughtful fellow. The sponge metaphor doesn’t only apply to his surroundings; he loves to learn new things, whether it’s about people and their stories, or new skills … again, through people. He often surprises people by being quite friendly, something one doesn’t expect with his quiet disposition.
Unfortunately Naesala also does have a self-destructive personality, which can be blamed in part on his upbringing. He’s addicted to fashion to the point that he spends most of his money on it; a savings account is nonexistent, as he lives paycheck to paycheck, sometimes even skipping bills to buy the latest coat or cardigan from Xrfm or Black Peace Now. If there’s no new clothing to buy, he’ll spend it on his employee’s discount at Sephora, because fifty-four shades of eyeshadow are simply not enough for his collection. And on the even worse side, he helps supplement these spending habits by employing himself as a virtual ‘prostitute’ for vampires – that is, selling his blood for money. It first started as a curiosity, then became an addiction and a way to help pay the expenses, and by no means is he happy with where he’s put himself, something that just adds to his dissatisfaction with his life.
He’s not very confrontational and would probably shy away from most fights or whatnot simply to avoid conflict, and he really doesn’t have the capacity to be angry, perhaps on account of insecurity. His romantic life is also absent because of this; he’s in no mental state for such a commitment, and he doesn’t really count his ambiguous ‘services’ for vampires as romantic. Most usually want blood; some want a bit more, and to him, intimacy is a chore, not an indulgence.
History;
Naesala was doomed to the scum of society from the start. His father, a former member of the Yakuza, had left his life behind when he met Naesala’s mother in Beijing, working full time at a flower shop for minimum pay. Together they fled from Asia and immigrated to California, starting a new life together in San Diego. When they had Naesala (or Adam, as his parents had named him) after just two years of marriage, everything seemed promising, with Naesala’s father a relatively successful businessman climbing the corporate ladder at some construction company, and Naesala’s mother able to stay at home and focus all her energy on raising her child.
Naesala had a fairly uneventful childhood, earning top marks in class because classwork was important to the family, and his parents were adamant that he receive a good education. “Education is the only permanent thing we can leave you,” his father always told him before they’d work on his times tables.
Unfortunately for them, the Yakuza wasn’t just something one could put behind them, and Naesala’s father’s closet skeletons resurfaced. When Naesala was hardly nine and still in gradeschool, he returned home to find his father murdered and his mother cowering in the closet. Neither knew why; Nae was too young to understand the complexities of his father’s past, and his mother spoke very broken English and had no connections in the western world.
Income cut off, and with very little to support themselves, the same people who had organized Naesala’s father’s death (unbeknownst to Nae and his mother) essentially tricked Nae’s mother into selling herself into an underground sex ring, coercing her with lies of being a ‘model’ because ‘Asian women were the next big thing in modeling.’
Obviously that was not the case, but his poor mother didn’t know what else to do to support her son. It paid for his schooling-to-be (all things considered, she was still determined to send him to college), but when things turned even more foul and she was to be shipped off to Las Vegas for ‘jobs’ there, she couldn’t bear her growing son to see what she had to do to earn them a living, and so she sent him off to live in a foster home.
The home wasn’t horrible, per se, but the foster parents weren’t particularly nurturing; they just gave Nae a roof, food, and clothes, and that was about it. It was enough to get by, and his mother still sent him money every week, but eventually those checks became fewer and farther in between. Nae eventually considered it might have been because his mother had gotten into some trouble somewhere, but when the money stopped completely, in a fit of denial and anger, he convinced himself that it was because she stopped caring. In truth, it was because the foster parents decided to keep the money for themselves, but he never found that out.
Needless to say, Nae was a mess throughout high school, his grades having fallen significantly since his brighter years with his parents. He scraped by and managed to graduate, but as far as anyone could see, he had no future.
Even through school though, he had an avid interest in fashion and modeling, though he certainly wouldn’t look into the latter, vaguely remembering what had happened to his mother. Buying clothes and maintaining that superficial hobby kept him happy, even if he was belittled for it. He started to look for ways to maintain that lifestyle, because designer clothing, naturally, is not cheap, especially when you’re importing it from another country. He took on multiple, minimum wage jobs – cashier, server, bartender, the works – never having a passion for any of them, but … whatever kept him fed and clothed.
Disconnected from the world, though, he had nobody to lean on to give him a leg up, and so he just beat out his days barely scraping by, absolutely miserable. Until that one day on one of his bartending jobs, when a comely young woman asked if he was doing anything after his shift.
One thing led to another. The woman turned out to be a vampiress, and she very much liked Naesala. At first he was her plaything; he didn’t mind giving blood as he felt he was compensated in return, but soon she introduced him to her friends, and then to friends of friends and … there was a whole ‘nuther underground world under the underground world of sex trafficking, and Naesala landed right back into it.
His materialism helped lure him into the trap though; vampiric prostitution paid well, and it helped him feed his addiction to fashion and cosmetics. It was a vicious cycle; the deeper he sank into his night job, the more miserable he became, and the more miserable he became, the more he needed to cover it up with his addictions, but the more he needed of his addictions, the more money he needed to fuel it, and …
He tried several times to climb out of the lifestyle. Sometimes he managed for days or even weeks on end to remain ‘clean.’ He narrowed down his three day jobs to a full time job at Sephora, because at least he enjoyed playing with makeup there, but a missed bill or a collections agent would come calling, and he would crawl right back to one of his clients or street corners.
As of right now, he’s still there. You can find him at the corner downtown near The Lantern on Thursdays and Saturdays after one a.m., or at Sephora at the Riverside Mall during the day between nine and five.
He needs a way out, but unfortunately the world hasn’t been kind enough to grant him one.
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OOC;
Name: Kai
Other Characters: Lots
Preferred method of contact: MSN is good.
How did you find us?: I dunno :B
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