Exsanguis Lutheran Torhment

Welcome shades of gray openly 

Anachronistic life unending 

Unnecessary strain compounding 

The failing cognition resounding 

I hate what I become 

when all I have is this 

And the weight collapses me 

as the numbness hits 

I fail again to break the fall 

I'm here all alone wondering how it all will end 

Fighting in vain as into the darkness I descend 

Waiting for light that I know I'll never see 

Desperate for silence once again 

and gone; and half the world is begging while the other half steals.

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name: Exsanguis Lutheran Torhment
nicknames: Ex, if you call him Guis he may kill you
sex: Male
age: 26
birthdate: August 13th
house: Slytherin
blood type: Pure
sexual orientation: Straight
Occupation: Owns "Twisted Arts" A store where you can buy almost anything you wish. Potions, Books, Dark Arts supplies, Artwork, he sold a dragon egg once. The man has nice connections due to his parents and father figure Desmond.

WELL, SOME DAYS I CAN'T BELIEVE

others i'm on my knees, trying to be heard.

play by: Ian Somerhalder

so clear, but you were no angel, and i was no sin.

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likes:
- Animals (believe it or not)
- Writing music
- Playing Guitar
- Memories of his sister smiling
- Running his shop
- Looking good
- Storms

dislikes:
- Orange
- Over the top happy people....its not normal. Makes him uncomfortable
- Raman
- Abusive men, they just remind him of his father...cowards
- Rape
- Hogwarts
- Religious people
- Country

strengths:
- Potions
- Dark Arts
- Kick Boxing
- Level headed
- Quick thinking

weaknesses:
- Short fuse
- Sometimes judgmental
- Impatient
- regretful
- Hero complex when it comes to battered women

mirror of erised:
- playing music for his sister out by the beach

fears:
- His parents
- Losing another loved one
- Getting to close to people

boggart:
This is his Father. Though his mother did horrid things to him. His father is the one who truly scared him. 

dementor:
The night his father slit the throat of his sister before him. Had to be by far the worse thing he has ever experienced. The loss, the pain. The overwhelming sadness. Seeing the one thing he ever really loved being ripped away from him. The only person that ever really cared. 

patronus:
Black Panther. 

amortentia:
- Rain
- Summer Nights
- Vanilla
- Sweet Pea
- Spearmint

relationship status: Single

turn ons: 
- Bold
- Fiesty
- Curvy (if she looks like a stick that's not a woman)
- sometimes shy
- smiles
turn offs:
- Spoiled brats
- Whining
- Unmotivated
- Body hair
- Sloppiness

personality:
Ex is a man of few words. He doesn't speak much unless spoken to. He's been through more terror then most people experience in a lifetime. He fears really getting close to anyone so he can appear very secretive and distant. It takes a insanely strong willed person to keep him talking for long periods of time. He has a weakness for the abused. Due to his own twisted history, he can't see it first hand without stepping in. Even if it means his death, he just can't deal with it. He see's red if its a child. This is one of the reasons he never really considered being a death eater. Though he is dark and downright mean at times...he can't hurt the defenseless.

THE WORLD IS SLEEPING WHILE THE OTHER

half dreams, you close your eyes and then you're gone

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overall history:



Whispers filled the night as the young woman pushed, praying her child would rid her body and stop her pain. The voices didn't think she'd live. They deemed her doomed to die for her baby seemed to be determined not to leave her body. But when it seemed like all hope was gone, with a final push, the child slipped from her body. The doctor slipped him into the arms of a wet nurse before turning his attention back to the young woman. "It's a boy, my dear, it's a boy." Sky said nothing as she looked up at her doctor. Damien would be happy to find out his son was finally born. Maybe now that he had his heir he would leave her alone. She didn't want him to touch her again, not if he was going to take such liberties with her as he did the last time she was with him. Glancing up at the doctor she smiled weakly. He saved her life, she owed him for as much. Though she wasn't sure she really wanted to be alive anymore, he performed a miracle that not even the strongest of magic could perform. He kept her out of the hands of a devil far worse then her husband.



Three years after Exsanguis Torhment was born, there were already signs of his extreme intelligence. Even though he was a mere three, he already knew things most children didn't learn until preschool. He wasn't like most kids. He was almost always silent, and when he did speak, it was short lines that got his point across. Most children were eager to please their parents with speech; Whereas Exsanguis seemed to have no interest in pleasing his parents. Sky watched her son as he stacked blocks up to form a fort around him. Her hand moved to her belly. She was to have another child, and she was worried he would be as abnormal as Exsanguis. She didn't want to have another child, and she was beginning to wonder if she should throw herself down a flight of stairs to rid herself of the parasite. The doctor claimed she was far enough along that she'd really begin to show in a few weeks. Thankfully Damien hasn't visited her bed in a while, he has yet to see the weight the child was giving her. Silently she fought with herself, wondering if it was time to do something about the life she hated so desperately.



Sky kept the child, and had her seven months after she considered killing her. She named the girl Lily and Damien had nothing to do with the child. She focused on her little girl as Damien focused on her son. She was proud of her daughter and yet she despised her son. Her son got the attention now. Long ago she longed for her husband to leave her alone, and now she yearned for it. Exsanguis, now ten, had just received his Hogwarts letter. He was to be a wizard. Lily was just four years younger then her older brother and she was immensely proud of him. She even had his strange silver eyes. "Mom, why is Exsanguis so silent. He walks like death is after him, and yet he seems to welcome it." She stated one day as Sky worked on her hair. Sky had no answer for her daughter. Exsanguis was the most unusual child. They could never keep a pet around him, for it ended up missing, things disappeared when left in his presence, and he rarely spoke. As each day passed, the boy grew more attractive and it unsettled her. Damien had him working out, even at such a young age. It was like Damien was training him to fight for his life already.

It seemed to happen all too fast. Exsanguis was accepted into school, and made Slytherin house. Now at thirteen, everything about him pissed her off. Yet she did not realize her son hated her as much as she hated him. Exsanguis wanted his mother dead as much as he wanted his father dead. He found it pointless to have parents who rarely spoke to each other and when they did say something to one another it was always lies. His father was seeing other women off and on while his mother lay in her bed night after night and cried. It disgusted him. While his parents had their spats and his sister was being warped into some kind of princess, Exsanguis had been studying the world around him. And it disgusted him. He didn’t want to be a duke He didn’t give a flying fuck about anything. Night after night his parents argued and left him to hold his sister and tell her it was normal. She knew nothing of the real cruelness of the world.

He was fourteen when his world changed. His fourth year had ended, and yet again his parents were upstairs arguing. His sister had begun her first year of school and he felt proud of her. She had a sly streak and was possibly as insane as himself. His mother flew down the stairs and stormed into his room. "You are the reason for my misery. Ever since your birth you were loved more then me." She screamed. Exsanguis just smirked at her. Angered at his silence, she backhanded him. She didn't realize that Damien didn't care for him as much as she thought. He felt his body being tugged backward and before he could stop it, he was chained to his wall. "I'll treat you as your father treated me." She walked forward intent on hitting him, but something in his eyes seemed to stop her. She touched him then. She placed her hand to his cheek and then let it drift down his body. "Your so gorgeous. You already have the body of a young god at such a age." His eyes lifted to hers. Pervert. He hissed. Then suddenly, as if touching him disgusted her, she removed her hand and left he room. She left without food or water for hours. It was almost midnight when she returned. She laughed bitterly as she fed him grapes. She relished when he struggled against her. He hated that he was so desperate for food

Her hand drifted down his body until she cupped him. Exsanguis hated her even more then. He was young and he could hardly control his body's reaction to her touch. It sickened him that she wanted to touch him. She began to pant as she tugged on his jeans. Mother, stop." He hissed. He wanted to puke. What kind of animal would touch her own flesh and blood in such a way? She removed his jeans and then next his boxers. She licked her lips and then placed her mouth on him. Never in his life had he felt so nasty as he did in that moment. His body was reacting even as he felt sick to his stomach. His eyes closed as she continued her torture. She ignored his pleas to stop. She had reduced him to begging for her to quit. When his eyes opened again, something caught his attention. Golden hair. His sister's head poked into the room and her eyes widened. Silently she pulled her wand from her pocket and pointed it straight at their mother. Unable to see her world fall apart by defending him, he mouthed ‘no.’ Her confused look questioned him, but again he mouthed ‘no’, giving her a stern look. He didn't want Sky to hurt her forever defending him. He refused to see her life ruined by him.

Lily began to slip him food and water whenever mother wasn't around. Even when he pleaded for her not to. If she was ever caught...he didn't want to know what would happen to her. But she refused to listen. Night after night she entered his room just after Sky's disappearance, and slipped him something. Her eyes always misted even as she tried to fight back tears. He told her that her tears were wasted on him. She didn't care. After a period of time his father began to get curious about where both his wife and his son were. It didn't take long for him to discover them both together. But instead of taking out his anger on Sky like Exsanguis had hoped for, he took it out on him. All too soon both his mother and his father were torturing him. Neither of them fed him. Only his sister continued such a thing. But when they realized he wasn't becoming weaker, they grew furious and turned to Lily for questioning. Refusing to fear them, she told them the truth.

Damien pulled her by her arm until she was before Exsanguis. "This is what will become of anyone who ever tries to help you. Everyone you ever care for will be hurt." And with those words he proceeded to rape his little sister. Savagely he took the eleven year old while Exsanguis was left yelling in horror and misery at such a brutal sight. He fought the chains, he fought with all that was in him...to no avail. After that night his sister was tortured as a reminder that he could never ask for help. He was grateful when school came back around. His parents threatened to kill Lily if he ever spoke a world of what happened behind their closed doors. He spent that year learning ever defense spell imaginable. He also continued his research on fighting. A year came and gone...nothing changed at home...other then his sister feeding him a little less often. His parents were slipping him food, but only when he lost his strength to fight back. His sixth year he got into dark arts. Everything he could use against his parents he read up on. When he wasn't in class, he was reading a book. Some Slytherins took it as a sign of weakness. But the moment they dared say something, he jinxed them or gave them a sound beating.

The summer after his sixth year, his world changed. It all happened on a Friday night. On the day none other then the thirtieth, his parents came to him again. This time was different, this time, he had just turned seventeen, this time he could do magic outside of school. Or at least was supposed to be able to. If not, he really didn't care. His parents entered the room, but this time they dragged in his sister. She had been slipping him much more food then normal lately and his parents were no doubt pissed. As they yelled at her, he dug into his back pocket and pulled out the wand his sister had placed there earlier. But before he could free himself his fathered sneered the words that haunted his nightmares even today. ”You are nothing if not a worm. You never should have been brought into this world." And with a simple motion, he pulled out a knife and slit his sisters throat. By the time he got himself free, Exsanguis' sister had stilled on the floor. Blinded by rage, he ran at his father. He used his fists, kicks, and screams, to get the man laying in a bloody heap on the floor. His mom made a run at him then. Her and Damien had gotten close again, threw his fucking misery no doubt. He tossed the knife he had gotten from his father into the air, and kicked it straight into her forehead. She stilled automatically and fell to the floor, utterly lifeless.

When his mom was gone, he moved to stand above his father. "Everyone you've ever loved or fuck...produced, has become worthless. Everything you touch becomes vile and meaningless. You are the one that should have never existed. If not for you mother would have never came to me. Mother would have never turned into such a monster. My sister would have been a bright ball of sunshine with a happy life right now. She would have had a bright future! You ruined everything I've ever loved. Lily was the only one who ever cared for me. She was the only one who dared help me when everyone else turned their backs on me. Does it piss you off to see youth? Is that why you did it? Did you realize just what a waste of space you are? Was that it? What brought you to such a level father? I fucking hate you and I hope you rot in hell. You're a worthless scumbag not even fit to be the shit on my boots." He finished the words and pressed his foot further into his father's body. When his father struggled to get up, he swung his foot, hitting his father's head and slamming it down into the floor. The man stilled then. No breaths were taken. No more nasty comments. It was then that Exsanguis moved to his sister's side. He fell to his knees and began to cry.

Exsanguis left everything he ever knew to find something. But he was oh so haunted. He was seeing things that worried him. He had voices in his head and that they often appeared when one reached their twenties. Realizing he was going to be forever fucked up, he decided to continue keeping to himself. Who would want to be around someone so twisted by their own past?. He often saw things that weren't there...most of the time it was his sisters bloody form, asking him why he let her go and why he let her die. With his father’s death he became Duke. Life was different for him. It seemed so empty without his sister....lonely. He wanted his sister back, missed her and wished he could be with her. But he refused to end his life, he couldn’t be that weak. However, that did not mean he didn’t welcome death with open arms. He often walked the streets of London, awaiting someone to rob him. Maybe a high class Death eater to attempt to rob him or take his life. Everything he did invited death and danger.

When he was twenty three the only real friend he ever knew passed away. Leaving him with his store “Twisted Arts.” The store sold everything from potions, Dark Arts tools, Useful books, Potion ingredients, to artwork and jewelry. Desmond had always been a man of the world. Loving a good book and as always; cash in his pocket. Desmond continues running the store, even now. It's the only thing that truly gives him purpose. Keeps him busy when life seems to hold no real value.

I KNOW YOU FEEL SO BEAUTIFULLY WRONGED

some days i can't believe, others i'm one my knees.

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[/b] Alyx
age: 24
experience: Been doing this since I was like....12...off and on of course. But, it seems to be one of those words I'm drawn into over and over again
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