<em>Name:</em>Hayden<br/><em>Age:</em>24<br/><em>Gender:</em>Male<br/><em>Sexuality:</em>Pansexual.  Dominant.  Sadist.<br/><em>Role:</em>Whore<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Appearance</span></em><br/><em>Eyes:</em>Jade green<br/><em>Hair:</em>Chestnut brown, thick and wavy<br/><em>Skin:</em>Slight tan<br/><em>Scars:</em>A handful of barely-noticeable cuts on his upper thighs, self-inflicted during a particularly long drought with no partners interested in knifeplay.<br/><em>Tattoos:</em>None<br/><em>Facebuild:</em>Strong but angular, long vertical planes, frequent stubble<br/><em>Bodybuild:</em>Lean, well-toned<br/><em>Stands at:</em>6'2"<br/><em>Clothing style:</em>Expensive garments left loose, partially to fully unbuttoned, and untucked.  Pants tighter, often leather.<br/><br/><em><span class="bbc_u">Information</span></em><br/><em>Personality:</em>Hotly arrogant, with a temper that belies his manipulating nature.  Hayden has quite some years in the whoring business, both in the Teahouse and elsewhere, and he sees himself as a rare and valuable commodity to his employer and clients.  He clings to control with a tenacity born of feelings of powerlessness he experienced as a boy and younger teenager.  Far below the surface, Hayden struggles with those feelings even now.<br/><em>Likes:</em>Money.  Control.  The exquisite suffering of others, both physical and emotional.  Fine clothing, good food, and any other ostentatious display of wealth.  Knives, the more ornate the better.  Books of any kind.  Flattery.  Laughter, especially at the expense of others.<br/><em>Dislikes:</em>Poverty.  Sincerity.  Vulnerability.  Dominant men.<br/><em>Small history:</em>Hayden was born to a whore.  The father was, of course, indeterminable.  She did her best to raise the boy, and kept him well fed, clothed, and sheltered, but there was no shielding him from her career.  Clients came and went like the weather, certain ones returning now and then at intervals, and he learned quickly how things went.  His mother was bought and paid for, temporarily, and when they beckoned, she came.  It did little to instill in him a sense of respect for her, and even less for women in general.  She was not so lucky as to enjoy the protection of an institution like the Teahouse, and Hayden saw her bruised and battered on more than one occasion, with no recourse.  It affected him deeply.  There were times, though much rarer, when the abuse spread to him, and even then there was little either of them could do.  They were poor, with no standing in the community, while the opposite was often true of those who had hurt them.<br/>Hayden had little choice but to become a whore as well, it being the only trade he knew.  His frustrations found a fertile outlet in his chosen profession, and he quickly developed a reputation for being a violently feral lover.  One particular client seemed to enjoy pushing his buttons more and more with ever session.  She was an older noblewoman, who couldn't get enough of his wild streak, pushing and goading him into more, until she was bruised and ached in every way.  For his part, Hayden reveled in it, gradually shedding more and more inhibitions at her constant urging.  Their play eventually culminated in his first experiences with knives, and blood, two things for which he continues to have a deep fondness.<br/>The noblewoman was more or less his patron, that is, until he reached his twentieth birthday.  She had a preference for exceedingly young men, and with his hard eyes, hard face, and increasing stubble, Hayden no longer fit the bill.  She dropped him without a word, depriving him of a lifestyle to which he had grown quite accustomed.  Desperate for more lucrative options than fishing the streets again, Hayden approached the Master of the Teahouse.  He was something of a rarity after his time with his "patroness," an experienced sadist available for hire.  Those who demanded such from their whores were certainly fewer, but those few paid well for his services.<br/><br/><em>Player's O/Os:</em>http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=20448.msg792627#msg792627 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=20448.msg792627#msg792627)