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Roleplay journal for moulin_noir_rp.

Name: Lavi
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual
Role: Whore
Dominant, submissive, or both (if applicable): Both
Stage name: Crimson

Personality:
Lavi is the type of person to cover everything with a smile. No matter what he's feeling, he'll do his best to smile through it all and say that everything is fine. He's always the first with a joke or laugh in a tense situation, and usually makes others feel at ease around him. Rather irreverent, he likes to tease and play practical jokes, and often finds nicknames for his friends.

However, when angry, he can snap on occasion, often when frustrated and feeling helpless in a situation. When this happens, he will lash out at those around him, even people he cares about, with harsh words that he might regret later. He is not usually physically violent in these situations, and will hit a wall or other inanimate object rather than another person. When Lavi is sad, he keeps to himself, preferring to work out his emotions on his own. If this is not possible at the time, he puts on his smile-mask and acts cheerful as usual around others until he can be alone again. When he is truly happy, though, his smile is radiant and his laugh is infectious. He speaks rather informally, with a lazy sort of drawl at times.

Appearance:
Lavi strikes quite a figure with his bright red hair, boyish grin, and most noticeably, an eyepatch over his right eye. Though something like this might have been considered a mark against him, for perfection is desired in the whores of the Moulin Noir, Lavi somehow makes it part of his unique charm. His red hair tends to fall over his face in an unruly manner, so he often has it pushed back with a bandana, causing it to stick up in random directions. His one visible eye is emerald green. When not in costume on the job, he favors comfortable, loose-fitting jackets and pants, along with his favorite boots. He is average height and well-built, though not overly muscular. A few faint scars are visible on his back, a remnant from an accident as a child. His skin is fair, though not pale, and despite his red hair he does not suffer the curse of freckles.

History:
Orphaned as a child, Lavi lost his right eye in the same accident that claimed the life of his parents. Both his mother and father were historians, and two-year-old Lavi had gone along with them on an archaeological dig. His mother was holding him when the scaffolding they standing on collapsed, causing a rockslide which buried them, along with his father. Lavi was shielded by his mother's body, but still suffered numerous cuts on his back, the scars of which he still bears today, and his eye was permanently damaged by a sharp rock. Lavi has no memory of the event, but he occasionally suffers from claustrophobia as a result of being buried under rocks for many hours before rescue.

After his parents' death, Lavi was raised by his grandfather, a mysterious old man known to others only as "Bookman." Lavi was taught to read and write at an early age, and quickly showed interest in following his parents' footsteps into recording history. His grandfather, a bookshop owner, encouraged this and let Lavi read anything and everything that he wished. When they could afford it, they traveled to other countries and learned about different cultures and histories, which Lavi immensely enjoyed. He developed an incredible memory, able to remember details of anything he'd ever seen or read, and learned several languages in his pursuit of knowledge. Lavi dreamed of one day taking over his grandfather's store, so that he could continue to read, travel, and record history the rest of his life.

Tragically, Bookman died suddenly when Lavi was only thirteen years old. Lavi had no savings that he knew of, and a disreputable landlord refused to let him take ownership of the bookstore. In actuality, Bookman had saved quite a bit of money for Lavi, but the same landlord knew of the location of his savings and stole it, along with the store, from young Lavi before turning him out into the street.

Scared and alone, Lavi wandered the streets of Paris, unsure of what to do now. He was alone, penniless, and growing hungrier and colder by the moment. Suddenly, he remembered a place he'd only heard about, when people thought he hadn't been listening. The Moulin Noir... surely, they'd take him in! He was young, male, and relatively good-looking, he thought. He'd read enough of the plain paper-wrapped books in the back of the store to know what kind of activities took place there, but he was certain that he would be fine. So, with his shoulders squared and his head held high, he turned his steps toward the red light district. He vowed he would return one day, with pockets overflowing with money, to buy back his grandfather's legacy and pursue his dream. For now, though, he would learn to become the best whore money could buy.

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