<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/The_master_by_heise-3-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Dustin "Fang" Stevens<br/>18 (human years)<br/>Gothic<br/><br/>Dustin went by fangs. Life at home was his own personal bite out of hell. He dreaded going home each and every night. This started when he began talking at three. His mother hated to be argued with. Hated being told no. And she rarely ever got told no by her husband. So when a three year old started getting pissed off and yelling and shrieking awful things at her three year old son. Thing got worse when he turned into a twelve year old. When puberty was nearing approaching. Where he got sassy and backtalking.<br/><br/>His father showed his disliking in a more painful way. He always made sure if he left bruises...he did it where no one else would see. He began to make lies up about where the injuries like broken bones and bruises came from. He had almost been admitted to the hospital more times than he could count. He couldn't tell anyone though...who would believe him? So he resorted to another method of escaping the pain of abuse by both parents....he started cutting himself near thirteen.<br/><br/>Mother was a drug addict. She loved to cuss and tell him nasty things to him about himself. She was abusive but only in the way that you could never see the wounds and bruises that her sharp razerblade statements left. His mother called him everything from brat to man whore. He was neither of those things. He had only had sex once due to what he wore and how he looked got overheard by her old man. Then he was forbidden to see her.<br/><br/>His father was an alcoholic. And a violent one at that. He was always drinking so there was NEVER a time when his old man was NOT violent. His father knew how to bruise and make it look accidental or caused by tripping. When he was pissed extremely bad...he'd break a limb. And threaten his son with death if he told the truth to how he came to be with a broken arm for example.<br/><br/>The day came when he was getting abused from both sides of the abusive world. He ran out the door. His parents kept him unable to run away due to he wasn't eighteen yet. He called the cops. His mother was pissed off and for once...it wasn't at him. It was at his father. They got into a physical altercation. He hid in a closet that was made with open slits in it. Watched quietly and silently as they started attacking each other. He dialed 9-1-1. What happened next was just a blur to him.<br/><br/>Three weeks later on his eighteenth birthday.......<br/><br/>Dustin was trying to figure out how he had came to be transfered to (insert country you chose here). He only knew that his grandmother had requested in her will that if something happened to his parents...he was to be sent to a prestigous boarding school. And that is exactly what happened. He was now being checked into the boarding school. His new prison. By now though his dark secret of cutting himself had become habit. He used it to feel true pain as he called it. Versus emotional or stress induced pain.<br/><br/>It was three hours before he was thrust into his room. Now he was leaving dressed pure out gothic. All the way to the black lipstick and eyeshadow. And damn...could he pull those two things off. He may be a gothic dude but even wearing makeup he was sizzling hot. And he walks towards the Dining Hall. As soon as he walked in you could have heard a pin drop. That is how silent it got. He ignored everyone. Got food and sits down in a chair that was open.