<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/library2/22b0fa30-af4f-4bdf-90bc-9c9dc7b5e6ea_zps03851343.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Karin Graceson (is the blond one)<br/>Age: 18<br/>Race: Human<br/>Alliance: Evil<br/>Personality:<br/>*sadist<br/>*sick<br/>*cruel<br/>*cold<br/>*evil<br/>*twisted<br/>*dark<br/>*manipulative<br/>*violent<br/>*dominate<br/>Extra Information:<br/>*is a pure sadist who has tendencies to enjoy his own pain<br/>*is sick enough that he has abused his twin brother, who is younger by a few hours, in more ways then one<br/><br/>Name: Lokith Graceson<br/>Age: 18<br/>Race: Human<br/>Alliance: Good<br/>Personality:<br/>*sweet<br/>*shy<br/>*timid<br/>*gentle<br/>*compassionate<br/>*loving<br/>*kind<br/>*pure souled<br/>*creative<br/>*curious<br/>*submissive<br/>Extra Information:<br/>*has a heart, soul, and mind that is pure despite being human<br/>*has been abused by his brother on many occasion in many ways...even sexually.<br/>*is terrified of Karin.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Karin smirked as he dressed for the day. The poor abused body of his brother laid prone and tied up. Tortured and having a blood trail from his ass down his leg. He enjoyed raping his brother with his nine inch thick cock. He loved the sounds of pain and the beautiful screams his brother made. The little man bitch had a beautiful voice. He loved hearing it scream and beg for him to stop. The whip lashings had stopped bleeding. He ran his hand through his brother's hair. Slowly untying him as he saw the tear stains that were on his brother's cheeks. He rubbed his brother's soft skin. For a boy his age his brother was virtually smooth. No hair except on his head and the hair on the underarms which his brother ritualistically shaved.<br/><br/>Now wearing a suit and a tie he began to prepare to go to his job. Where he pretended to be a kind and caring gentleman who worked at a law firm. He was an understudy and intern at a strong and well known law firm. Yes. The irony there was he was pure evil and training to be a lawyer who protected people from injustice. Nobody knew about his double life. His life as a torturer. What he did to his brother nobody knew. He knew his brother was terrified of him and used this to control him. He was sick and twisted and loved every minute of it. He cleaned his brother up with a wipe and threw it away. He had abused his brother in different ways since they were little. Not even their parents knew of what he did to their youngest twin.<br/><br/>He smirked as he smacked his brother's passed out behind. He then finished putting his tie on, brushed his teeth and hair, and grabbed his suitcase. Writing a note telling his brother he would see him in a two to five days. It depended on how long the trial he and his boss had currently taken took. It was a murder trial and everyone knew those took a long time. He then left and headed for work. Their parents had died in a car crash when they were sixteen. He had taken care of him and his brother. Kept them together yet at the same time he held his brother prisoner to him even while letting him be able to leave. His brother was afraid to run away anymore. He had made sure of it.</span><br/><br/>Lokith hated having to stay with his brother. Sometimes he was able to sleep in his own room. Otherwise he was dragged by his twin brother into his brother's room. He knew what was going to happen when that happened. Thankfully it wasn't all the time but it always hurt. His brother was violent and sadistic. He usually just abused him and tortured him. Sometimes though...sometimes his brother raped him. He was powerless to do anything to stop him either. For one thing the guy tied him up. For another he was terrified of the male. He had tried to run away a few times when he was younger and learned that was the worst decision he had ever made. He had been black and blue for several days. He hadn't been able to walk right for at least a day. Even after that it hurt. He still had a scar from how deep his brother had cut him as punishment for running away.<br/><br/>He hated this. He wished their parents hadn't died. His brother had never been this bad when they were alive. At least he pretended then that he was normal. When they died he no longer bothered when they were at home. Oh he was allowed to leave. He was allowed to go to classes at the college. He was allowed to go out with a few friends. He just better be damn sure he came home. He did...reluctantly. Thankfully his brother was going to be gone for at least a few days. He hoped the guy won the case with his boss because he hated it when his twin was pissed. He was the whipping post. Sadly he was submissive by nature and not as strong as his twin.<br/><br/>He felt his arms become untied. They ached as they fell to his side. His whole body ached but at least the whip lashings, the ones that the skin broke open, had scabbed over. He heard his brother leave and only then did he wake up. He winced as he got off the bed. Going to his own room with a wincing expression. Taking a shower and scrubbed himself repeatedly. Trying to get the horrible icky feeling off of his body. He let the hot water from the shower head hit upon his aching form after that. When he got out and dried off he took some pain medication. Then got dressed. Grabbing his bag and headed out. He needed to get away. Find some place to lay low. Or at least not stay in the house for a bit. He stuffed some clothes in his backpack beneath his college books. Then headed out of the house. He had classes tomorrow but had no intentions of going home tonight.<br/><br/>He suddenly thought of something. He'd go to the pier and talk to old man Samuels. Ask him to borrow his small ferry boat so he can escape into the ocean and end up on the sea in Athens. They were in Greece after all. He ran in that direction. Hoping the man wouldn't notice the nasty bruise around his neck. He had a shiner on the side of his face beneath his hair too. "Old man Samuels?" he called out. The grumpy reply answered him. "Can I borrow the ferry boat? Had it rough at home. Need to escape for a bit." The yeah was all he need to run off and take off with the ferry. He dropped his backpack onto the deck of the ferry boat. He would hide away at the cove on the side of the island. It had land and sea inside of it.<br/><br/>He felt instant relief when he was away from the mainland and heading to the island near Athens. Steering the ferry boat into the cove he had researched yet never been in. Pulling it up against the side of the beach inside the cove. Climbing out and looked around. The first thing he noticed was it was cold in here. He rubbed his arms. The next thing he noticed was the ocean was frozen in the middle of the wide hidden cove. He blinked and walked in that direction. What was going on? How could this one section of ocean be frozen?!<br/><br/>He rushed that way and then slowed. He began slipping and sliding. Flying across the ice and ended up by a raised up frozen area. He turned and wince. The bruises riddling his form ached so badly. He crawled closer and brushed his hand over the ice. Placing his hands on it and looked in. There was a woman and a man inside. His hand still rested on the ice above the woman's heart. What was going on?