[attr="class","rostername"]@theodore

[attr="class","rostersub"]a [twenty three] year old [sugar baby] from [canalave]

[attr="class","rostercat"]THEODORE LONDON BLACKE

[attr="class","rostercat"]23

[attr="class","rostercat"]FTM

[attr="class","rostercat"]HOMOSEXUAL

[attr="class","rostercat"]TRAINER

[attr="class","rostercat"]FLYING

[attr="class","rostercat2"]People often describe you as a “little shit” and honestly? You think that’s really just like, so rude. You aren’t really that bad when you consider how bad murderers and sociopaths can be. Maybe you like to manipulate people a little bit, maybe you’re a little bratty about the way you act. Maybe you like to play sugar sweet with those around you, building up a persona they can and do trust before taking and stealing from them.

You aren’t exactly inherently bad per se, it’s just a personality quirk. Honest.

You’re a bit selfish, a little bit greedy when it comes to others personal belongings. You have an inherent sense of jealousy that comes with seeing others have something you don’t, and a rather vicious way of managing to overtake what you think should be yours.

On the other hand, you are actually a genuinely sweet person when you want to be. While you do con people out of their cash, hard earned or not, you tend to curl up to them like a kitten when the weather gets cold. Or when you feel like it honestly, it’s all up to you. You can be cuddly and take very good care of yourself and your things, and know when to push limits and when not to.

You’re an accepting person, like to take people seriously whenever they speak and though you laugh a lot you never forget anything you hear. Not really. This works for you a lot, in your favor, and you’ve managed to make a living off of it. You do have a strong sense of right and wrong, you just choose to ignore it. You’re amiable and flirty, a deadly combination for those who fall into your honeypot trap.

In the end, you’re just another lost kid looking for a home.

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]PERSONALITY

[attr="class","rostercat2"]Canalave treated you well. It was rich and historic and cultural, everything you could have ever wanted. What you loved most was the tourists, and their big wallets. From an early age you had slightly sticky fingers, and a cute face with big eyes that made people feel sorry for you when you cried. It gave you this strange sense of satisfaction, though what didn’t was being called a “cute little girl.”

You were determined to change that from an early age.

So you did, it was easy, you wandered the streets and watched how the other boys played and acted and simply followed. You cut your long, shiny hair and dressed like the other boys, and while mother seemed to think it was a phase and didn’t stop you, you knew this is who you wanted to be. So you succeeded, you overthrew anyone who looked at you differently and made sure to make your mark on the town.

But you weren’t always a “sweet” child honestly. You manipulated your peers and stole as much as possible and it was a living you loved, but as you grew you found a new way to make money. Nothing particularly eventful ever really happened to you, except a little scrabbling in the underground. What really changed your life though, was the first man to offer you cash in exchange for basically the chance to spend time with you.

Learning what a sugar baby was changed your whole world.

You agreed to a relation with this attractive rich man who approached you, and the stars in your eyes glowed brighter than anything in the sky. You were young but you were nowhere close to naive and you used him as much as he tried to use you. You twisted him around your slim little fingers and got some pretty major things from him - hormones and surgeries to “complete your aesthetic” as you oh so eloquently put it.

He wasn’t the only one.

You collected three other sugar daddies during the next few years, all from different towns, and it never seemed to get boring. The constant flow of cash and blackmail that you had over them.

The power rush was incredible.

But you never stopped your work on the streets either, as an informant. You kept ears to the ground at all times and still made a little side business selling whatever you could find out to anyone who was willing to buy, and with a nice bulk of a bank account building up you were free to do as you pleased as long as you took a few pictures here and there for the four major men in your life.

This got boring after a while though, and something needed to change.

It sure as hell wasn’t going to be you in particular, but maybe something in your life.

Inset sounded like an interesting idea, and so did owning a pokemon...

[attr="class","rostercatsub2"]HISTORY