(http://i64.tinypic.com/b8367n.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ebony Rain<br/><strong>Sorting:</strong>Bronze Student<br/><strong>Age:</strong>18<br/><strong>Orientation:</strong>gay<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Lucius Tamaros, [Open for now]<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>A boy sat alone in an empty part of the studio, and would gaze upon himself in the reflective surface of the mirror. Blue eyes showed no worry, nor fear, only a passion that was rarely seen-- it was a truthful passion, that lingered just beneath of his painted face. His outfit was dark-- a white long-sleeved shirt covered with a black vest; which went down to a black (almost too short) pleated skirt. His smooth, creamy legs glittered in the light of the room, and a pair of black leather heels would rest upon his feet. Upon his neck sat a necklace with a music note, and in his hands rested a strange black case.<br/><br/>This would be his first time cracking it at this school. Hidden within the case was his treasure, his emotion, and the truth of his soul. Slowly, he would open that case-- the musty smell rising up to his nostrils, and it would bring with it a strange nostalgia. His red-painted lips curled into a smile, and as the memory of his first time played in his mind, he would reach into the case and pull out a white violin. The sharp, contrasting black upon it glimmered in the light, and his fingers would caress it, as he got it into position.<br/><br/>He pulled the bow across the strings with eyes closed, and the delicate hiss would turn into an enchanting memory. Ebony lost himself within it-- his body moving as he played his own theme, and freed his soul from bondage. It was almost an orgasmic experience, and as the music lulled him into a trance, he would lose himself in a world of his own. Soon, his world would expand-- the quite little room would become a playground for the melody, and as it bounced off of the walls, it almost sounded like a symphony.<br/><br/>His face contorted and shifted with the rise and fall of the tune, conveying, without words, a story of subtle heartbreak-- it was almost mesmerizing to watch. He seemed to channel another person, and as the pain and sorrow rose with the high-notes, that same hurt would reflect upon the boy's soft features.<br/>