<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Retired by player</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div style="text-align: justify;"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Prime</span><br/>1337</span></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Basics</span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d6/Primemask.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name: </strong> <em>Michael Prendergast</em><br/><strong>Age: </strong> <em>40</em><br/><strong>Gender: </strong> <em>Male</em><br/><strong>Ethnicity: </strong> <em>Caucasian</em><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Appearance</span></span></div><hr/><strong>Character:</strong> <em>Michael stands 6'2" tall and has the build of a man who has the time and luxury to exercise daily.  He is trim and well-defined from a physical perspective.  He has a deliberate hairstyle that is a minimal amount of effort when it comes to getting ready in the morning.  Black hair that is going grey slowly; he doesn't bother to fight it but rather accepts it.  Blue eyes and he wears glasses from time to time when needed to see distances.  </em><br/><br/><strong>Mask:</strong> <em>Heavy; substantial but well-fitted, it has an aged bronze sort of colouration aside from the seemingly classical Greek-styled adornments.<br/><br/></em><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Personality</span></span></div><hr/><em>Michael is an easy going sort.  Confident in his accomplishments and accepting the fact that his time at the Carnival is meant for pleasure and there seems to be nothing worth getting overwrought or upset about. <br/><br/>Michael comes from privilege.  While not quite so despicable as to simply want what he wants and expecting to have it; there is indeed a pattern for much of his life that should he wish it; it is given to him or he earns it...or...he takes it.  He finds that there is a good deal that can be obtained by simply being patient enough to do so and he applies that to all aspects of his life; in particular when it comes to business as well as pleasure.  While there is always opportunity to simply take a new partner he acknowledges that the taking is the easy part and much rather prefers to find a partner that he is compatible with before any sort of sexual exploration begins.  From then on; once he is sure of that compatibility then there are very few limits that he would apply to his relationship and interactions with that woman.<br/><br/>A seeker of experiences; The Club is indeed one more experience that he wishes to take part in in order to evolve as a person.  Growth is important to him.  He feels that once you stop growing internally then you might as well be dead.  He feels that there are always things to improve and things to better himself with and he suspects that interactions in The Club will provide such an experience.<br/></em><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Fantasies</span><br/></span></div><hr/><br/><strong>Orientation: </strong> <em>Hetero</em><br/><br/><strong>Dom/sub: </strong> <em>Dominant with the possibility of submissive depending upon the female partner.  Have a discussion with him to learn more.</em><br/><br/><strong>Ons: </strong> <em>Intelligence. Creativity. Courage to speak what she thinks and feels. </em><br/><br/><strong>Offs: </strong> <em>Ignorance.  Manic behaviour.  Failure to be comfortable with a serious tone or moment.</em><br/><br/><strong>Fantasies: </strong> <em>Taking his time with a partner.  Possibly a threesome with two women.</em><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">History</span></span></div><hr/><em><br/>He sat with his dear friend and one-time lover, Arya Agincourt; bathed in the golden ambiance of the Lecture Room &amp; Library at the London restaurant known as "Sketch".  It was something they did weekly; sometimes more than weekly if they were having a particularly interesting or...dreary week and needed to share.<br/><br/>Arya gave him one of her very perfect, very practiced smiles.  She had a number of them and to the uninitiated; all the smiles seemed lush and promising.  Michael knew better.  This was one of her smug and quietly pleased smiles.  She was as competitive as she was luscious and the very idea of her having experienced something he had not was a small victory for her.<br/><br/>"You really should see it some time, Michael.  I can honestly say I have never experienced such a place...and the sex wasn't bad either."<br/><br/>That elicited an arching of a single eyebrow from him before giving Arya a tempered smile.<br/><br/>"I am sure that <strong>you</strong> found it engaging dear but Barclay's is busy; particularly so this time of year and while sex is indeed pleasant I..."<br/><br/>Arya smiled and reached across the table, placing a slender finger against his lips to hush him.<br/><br/>"Michael...you <strong>really</strong> need to see to visiting this place. You won't regret it."<br/><br/><br/>Life had never really been a mystery for Michael.  Even when young; he often found that he had the means to unravel and reveal whatever it was that he wished; be it socially and if that failed, financially.  As he grew older; he felt a need to be challenged and through that he often sought out experiences that went beyond what most people would encounter.  While he was not of the opinion that he was superior to most; he simply acknowledged that he had the means to live a life that most could not and he would certainly do so.<br/><br/>It extended to travelling, exploring, testing his senses as well as convictions with various people in various settings all over the planet.  It really was amazing what someone could find and participate in if they only had the wealth to do so.  While a "sex club" was not new to him, he did trust Arya.  She had never steered him wrong in the past and so he slightly pursed his lips...giving her finger a lingering kiss before leaning back and giving her a small, amused smile.<br/><br/>"Alright...let me see the address and we will see if it lives up to your description."<br/></em><br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">OOC</span></span></div><hr/><strong>Player: </strong> <em>Praxis</em><br/><strong>Preferred posting pace: </strong> <em>Twice or three times a week.</em><br/></div></div></div>