Daisuke Homura

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**PROPERTY OF USHIRO**

Stats

Name: Daisuke Homura
Nickname: Dai
Age: 18
Birthday: December 24th
Gender: Male
Height: 5’8
Weight: 175
Seme or Uke: Seke
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Relationship Status: Single
Ethnicity: Japanese
Race: Human
Part-time/Full time (if any): Part time student, part time club dancer
Accommodations: Living in a plush apartment downtown

Appearance

Build: Slender but toned
Hair: Black
Eyes: Mahogany
Casual Clothing: Slacks or leather pants, solid t-shirts, over shirts, and boots.
Work Clothing: Leather pants
Identifying Marks: Multiple earrings on each ear, stars leading up his inner left thigh, and a crescent shaped moon on his pelvis.
Overall Appearance: Look below, my dears XD
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Personality

Likes: Drinking, smoking, dancing, bars, men who can give him what he needs, techno and Spanish (cumbias) music, close dancing, jewelry, the color black, leather, tight clothes that show off his assets, teasing, flirting, and manipulation.
Dislikes: Being man handled, groped, being left out, cages, strobe lights, smelling, not being in shape, spicy foods, and not being able to dance.
Fears: There’s nothing to fear but fear itself
Goals: None
Self Esteem Level: Pretty high
Skills/Strengths: Dancing and balance
Weaknesses: I know everyone has weaknesses, but I’ve faced the worst of everything so there’s no real weaknesses for me.
Overall Personality:
Daisuke can pretty much shift moods depending on how he is feeling each day. One day he can be happy, partying, and dancing the night away (well, that’s his job really). However there are other times when he can be a downer and want nothing to do with anyone. The days are rare when he is a bad mood, but most of the time he can be the life of the party. He is exciting, exotic, sensual, and he likes to mess with a lot of people…not just physical wise. He doesn’t really have any shame in what he does. Whether it be drinking till he can’t walk, smoking until a whole pack is gone, or going home with people that can give him what he wants, when he wants it. Deep down, though, everything he does is just a cry for affection and attention seeing as how he didn’t have much of that growing up. He can be lonely, but still smile for those around him and he can be happy, but feel like shit inside. It was always about what people wanted out of him and he has always done what was asked. He was a good person. He really was. No one just ever took the time to notice it.

Background

Parents/Guardians: None that I want to speak of
Siblings: None
Significant Other: None
Place of birth: Tokyo, Japan
History:
Do I really need to share my miserable life with all of you? My life was shit. Mother was a prostitute and dad was a deadbeat loser. They didn’t give a damn about me and they always regretted having me. They told me I was a one night stand mistake and that I should never have been born. I took care of myself growing up. I got a job, fed and clothed myself. They were worthless. A man took me away one night, took away my innocence, and ever since then, a sexual tool was all I was ever good for. No one has ever given a damn about me and that’s the way I figure it’s going to be for the rest of my life. I mean, I started selling myself out to other men to get what I needed out of life just to survive until I become a dancer at a club. Not a stripper or anything. I’m cheap but not that cheap. I do have some dignity and respect for myself even though it doesn’t seem like it.