<strong><span class="bbc_u">Summary:</span></strong><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ira Luxuria<br/><strong>Age-</strong>28<br/><strong>Hair-</strong>Dark Brown<br/><strong>Eyes-</strong>Hazel<br/><strong>Body-</strong>Slender, not much of a build.<br/><strong>Height-</strong>5’9’’<br/><strong>Voice-</strong>Soft<br/><strong>Status-</strong>Single, not looking.<br/><strong>Job-</strong>Teacher.<br/><br/>Ira Luxuria grew up unspoiled, but a bit sheltered. His family had quite a bit of money and spared no expense at giving him a proper at home education and then sending him to a very high scale, all boys college. Unlike most men during his college years, he stayed away from drugs, drinking, and sneaking off campus for a little fun at the local strip clubs. He preferred to sit alone in his dorm room, not really studying, but just laying in bed. Common social niceties were at a loss for him, he only knew how to be proper in social situations. Not really the type the party kids wanted to hang out with and all the others like himself were too busy being as anti-social as him to be friends.<br/><br/>The dark haired boy graduated near the top of his class and got a teaching job rather quickly at a private high school as a Literary Teacher and the only Creative Writing class teacher. Despite his restrictive up bringing and personality, he had quite a flare for coming up with some strange stories. No one ever saw these stories of course. They were private and he knew that none of his professors or family members would understand them and think that something was wrong with him if they read them and they would find out that he had an attraction towards other males.<br/><br/>At the age of twenty-five he went to work as a professor at a local college. The change from private schools to finally being in a public school system was quite a shock. The students all seemed out to get him. Taking his writing classes as blow off classes or easy ‘A’ classes. Ira was at a loss and soon lost interest in his job. He slowly fell into the rut of waking up, coffee, car, work, had out ‘Fs’ and ‘Cs’, going home and sleeping. The young man already had one foot in the grave by the age of twenty-seven. Losing interest in the writing that once kept him sane.<br/><br/>Now at the age of only twenty-eight, his mother bugs him every weekend as to why he is not married and still working at such a low class school. His only escape is on his days off, being allowed to wander around outside and just watch people. Hoping that some spark of inspiration will help him pull his life back together. While he is not grumpy, angry, or depressed…he is less than content with life.