Asa dragged his body about his apartment. He was so sleepy. His body quaked threatening to drop him. His eyes of gold fluttered as he tried to gather his things. The body demanded sleep even as he started to pack. He gulped. He didn't have much time. Asa frowned. He really enjoyed this place. He was doing so well to. Asa got a job as a bus boy at a nearby restaurant. He was earning money. He was having a life. A quiet under the radar life where he could make himself a new persona. He hadn't had to run in such a long time.... “I'm so stupid!” Asa scowled at himself finishing one pack up. “Focus Asa. You have to move...” He yawned slinging the back pack over his shoulder. Asa needed a few more things before he could leave. He went for the cash he stashed in under the counter. He was glad he saved. Deep down somewhere he knew he would mess up and need to run again. Another yawn came. He fought it. Asa smiled a bit at the cash and started for the door.
He thought carefully. He could get out of town, but needed to avoid a trail. This also meant creating a new identity once more. He sighed. “Stupid...” His mind lingered over the day's events. He was at the job rush time. They needed so many tables and dishes needed to be done. His eyes had fallen on a girl maybe 11? She was pale. She sat between her parents hardly eating. He could feel it. Asa saw her fall over and rushed over to the child's side. The parents were already in tears. A incurable disease had take the child and was in the final stage. The mother crying. The father cradling her. Asa leaned in and touched the child's cheek. He felt like something wrapped itself around him and squeezed him completely. The girl opened her eyes and he staggered back dizzy. She was in perfect health and from what the news beamed 'A miracle.' Asa healed the girl completely and exposed himself to those who hunted him for so long.
Asa eased out his apartment. He closed the door clenching the door handle. He just got it too. All gone once again because he couldn't let things be... He took off and headed outside. Asa paused once his foot hit the concrete. His eyes locked onto the men before him. Suits, well trained, and about 5 of them coming out of a SUV. They spotted him. Without a thought, he bolted right into the massive crowd. They were hot on his trail. He willed his legs to go faster. Asa threw whatever he could in his path causing more and more chaos behind him. He hoped he lost as many as he could before ducking down a street. A bad move as it was gated up. He climbed fast. Asa couldn't get caught. There was no telling what they wanted or what they would do to him. Asa fell getting caught on the metal cutting his leg. He recovered for a second. He only allowed so much before darting off once more. He turned left. He then turned down another back way. Asa ran until he was sure he was distant enough.
He leaned against the near by wall wheezing. He had to figure out where he was now. Faster he got out of town the safer he would be. He glanced about the street before trying to blend into the crowd. His traits were normal enough. Only his eyes would give him away really. Asa took long deep breaths through his nostrils. As he went, he glanced about trying to figure out where he was. He crossed the street and his eyes made contacted once more with those who targeted him. NO... Asa headed down the nearest alley. “No.. no no...” Dead end. No escape. He could go back and make it. They weren't that close. Asa turned and there they were blocking his path.
***
Asa woke up. He was on a couch curled and drained. How long did he sleep? It seemed like forever since he actually slept. He was hardly ever asleep for long with his everlasting paranoia. He still had all his clothes.
Posted: Sat Jun 30, 2018 3:53 pm
Little about myself. Lazy literate to Literate. Grammar/Spelling= Decent Post Rate: Daily Open minded=If you try something, I'm all ears Cyan, neon pink, and yellow do harm my eyes. Slightly insane fair warning. If interested, please pm me!
Wanted! Drama, violence, action, Romance
Character: Mafia, yakuza, gangster leader. Seme. Why he actually wants Asa can range from having his own disease to healing a family member to plain ole greed. I lean more towards anime profiles for this one.
Side idea: If not the leader of the syndicate, perhaps the second in command or a guard surprised
Profile:
Name: Asa Midaire Age: 20 Orientation: Uke Status: Jobless. Healer. Nicknames: The Healer, Midaire Background: The Midaire family was greatly known for their healing abilities. Almost all diseases and ailments were cured or minimized depending on the Midaires. They've been enslaved, threaten, and caged. One day, the Midaires decided to end their suffering end their curse that was once a the greatest joy and duty. Asa was born seconds after the Midaire family cured their curse by healing each other. Asa was the only one left out as his father was healing. His mother at the moment was weakening from all the labor and bleeding out. Therefore Asa was the only Midaires to remain with the gift. He was raised into a great teen whom decided it was best to try healing people, but his form took a beating afterwards. He would end up passing out for a day or more depending on the extent of the case.
As he was the last of the healers, Asa ran from his family. He was already hounded after by many. He changed states constantly. He changed his name constantly. He couldn't remain in one spot. Something always gave him away.
mainly hebrew; english (though isn't very good at it)
OCCUPATION
mainly in warehouses; guarding and transporting goods
↘↘ P H Y S I C A L ◉ ◉ ◉
HEIGHT
5'7''
WEIGHT
166 lbs [mainly from muscles]
HAIR
dark brown. usually kept in a top knot style; buzzed from the sides and long enough from the middle to tie it into a bun.
EYES
olive green
MARKINGS
he has 3 tattoos on his back; his family's names in hebrew (his parents and younger brother). he has 5mm gauges in each ear. two piercings; side lip and tongue.
↘↘ P E R S O N A L ◉ ◉ ◉
PERSONALITY
matt is a happy-go-lucky person. he's the type to try and retrieve the silver lining in every situation. he would often try and help people, offer advice, even when it is not needed or wanted. he can be on the verge of annoying as he often pushes people into doing things they may not want to, simply because he knows that it will do them good. despite always being there for other people, he refuses to let anyone help him as he sees it as a weakness (a bit of a hypocrite, but still!). he's very secretive when it comes to his life, and would rather not share his problems with anyone.
LIKES
→ martial arts; he often uses a combination of different styles that he has learnt (mostly krav maga and muay thai) → the ocean view → animals, especially rabbits
DISLIKES
→ being forced to use violence → feeling helpless in a situation → hospitals
SKILLS
→ he has great combat skills, though he prefers not to use it unless absolutely necessary (defending himself or others)
PHOBIAS
→ losing his brother → he used to have a fear of dying, but he has long ago conquered that fear.
TURN ON(s)
→ nothing specific; if he comes to like someone, the smallest of actions could turn him on.
FAMILY
→ mother (deceased)- she passed away while giving birth to his younger brother. she had been sick ever since she got pregnant for the second time, but she insisted on letting her boy live. → father (deceased)- he got into an accident when matt was sixteen and passed away on sight. → brother (alive)- his condition is worse than matt and he was hospitalized a year back, which is when matt started really saving up money to allow him to have the surgery that he never got; he just hopes he can do it in time.
↘↘ E X T R A S ◉ ◉ ◉
PET(s)
none
TRANSPORTATION(s)
used to have a motorcycle, but he sold it to cover his brother's medical bills. he either walks, takes the bus or subway.
WEAPON(s)
mainly uses his arms and legs if needed. though he is forced to carry a gun due to who he works for; they believe guns are faster and more threatening.
Posted: Fri Jul 20, 2018 7:02 pm
styx and sloanes
The waft of decaying fish and salt washed over the structure. Horns blared from the vessel along the shores. The warehouse was in motion under the reign of the most infamous man in the crime scene these days. Notorious for so many crimes, unfortunately, it was hard to ever pin it on the fellow. Inside, he strolled about taking in the details, noting and glaring at any who's eyes fell on him. His second and his guard flanked him a such an acute animosity. With a slow and dominant stride he walked from his minor profits of embezzlement, human trafficking, and drug goods. A minor smirk had donned the male's features of with his pale white flesh. His legs stretched as he went faster hoping to see his new found money maker was doing. Guards were allowed to stand about the door, but he had yet to inform them what was inside. Only his second knew the truth. Those who had finally captured his prize merely were told he was a child of a wealthy family he needed to have.
He walk up to the door looking at the guards. He wafted his hand telling them to leave. His second and own guard took post. He waltzed in latching the door carefully. He wished to keep this as quiet as possible. How many would try to steal it? He was thrilled he had this room sound proof. Originally it was designed to host beating, but his new found toy needed a home. The mobster looked at the youth. He was on the mattress curled up in the blankets barely breathing. “Asa.” He uttered the male's name. No reaction. Asa's skin normally a bronze hue dropped several shades. He neared slowly. It was when his eyes latched on to the unconscious male. He recently healed one of his near dead men. A gun shot to the lungs and another to close to his heart. It was perfectly easy to let the other die however he was tested the his new toy out. Nearly beat to harshly for refusing his orders. Asa didn't seem to recover yet. Still deep in slumber. He was thinning slightly. The Leader would have to remember that. He needed this being alive and well if he wanted to become extremely wealthy. Slowly he removed himself from the healer's side.
Once outside he spoke to his second, “Ensure he is well fed from now on. Even if he has to be forced. Also time how long it takes before he seems able to walk about. We must start timing his limits.” Perhaps make him stronger...
Asa wavered along the walls. It seems maybe weeks since he had been taken. He was slightly dazed and stumbled a bit as he followed three men huffing through his nose as he held back the need to sleep. He wanted to sleep more and more it seemed. His body took a great deal. What he was stumbling to now he hoped wouldn't be such a critical need. He gulped staying at the wall hoping to regain some strength. He was pushed hard and found the floor immediately. He gasped huffing. Asa golden hues locked onto the one who pushed him and closed trying to get up. He had yet to fully recover from what he healed last. The male forced his shaking legs up heading to the main control room of the warehouse where the man responsible was lurking. How much longer did this man think he could move in these conditions...
Once more his powers were used. He could feel himself dragged. This was done numerous times. His arms ached from it, but Asa could not utter a word as his mind swam in cloud nine. His form was so light and he was sinking further in the dark barely keeping his blurred eyes open. Every now and then he could focus. He needed to escape this. How would he if he was always so weak. There had to be away. His golden eyes fluttered and was gone into the dark...
