<strong>Name:</strong>Valentine Ambrose<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Second son<br/><strong>Enjoys: </strong>Art,walking his dog, reading by candlelight, Long rides in the countryside, and beating his brother in their little games<br/><strong>Dislikes: </strong>When his candle cant stand still, The horse tires, When his canvas moves, or when the dog refuses to act like a dog.<br/><strong>perversions: </strong>Valentine loves many things, Puppy play, Pony play, wax, ropes, creative ways to blur the lines of pain and pleasure, and the last one is scarification.. his art.. small cuts treated so they scar uniformly<br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>(http://www.retroscopefashions.com/images/mens/TP00058W.jpg)<br/><strong>Personality: </strong>Valentine is simple to get along with, at least when it comes to his pets. They obey him they might avoid being his canvas. outside of his sadist ways hes a happy and jovial fellow, always willing to offer a joke.. a sexual quip or his own insight to the situation.perhaps in some ways trying to be like his older brother. And he does so enjoy his mothers company.<br/><strong>Background:</strong><br/>What defines a normal childhood, if it is experiences that help them grow and evolve into the person they are to become as adults then by all means he had a normal childhood. However not many children grow up with a atmosphere of sex and seduction around them. He bore witness to the perverted acts of his brother from the hallway on those nights he could not sleep. he Accompanied his father on numerous occasions into the dungeon and to watch him train the slaves. Lets not forget the time he cornered on of the broken slaves and had her strip for his inspection... 13 and curious was he.. yet nothing much came of that encounter.Besides that his early life was pretty normal.. at least as he defines it.<br/><br/>At the age of 16 he got his first real taste of a woman, from his mother no less. they say a man never forgets his first time.. and from that time forward he never batted an eye when anyone called him a mommas boy.After that wonderful experience he dove headlong into the world his parents so enjoyed, in the few years that followed he explored many things.. finding his little kinks along the way. He always enjoyed reading and became particularly fond of using a unique candle holder to read by, always with a crop in hand in case she moved or allowed the heavy wax candle to slip further inside her.<br/><br/>It wasn't until he was 19 that he developed his taste for art and, given the chance, would practice whenever a canvas could be spared. He opted not to go to school, though that did not stop him from learning whatever he could. A year of practice and tutelage by a few of the doctors that visited the household from time to time and he steadied his hand, learned how to make precise cuts and what form of ointments would keep the wound clean and promote scaring.<br/><br/><strong>Anything else:</strong>Nothing much really, a fondness for drink and fine food(both taken from the body of a young nubile slave:note not cannibalism:)