Name: He goes by none other than the Sunrise Key, or whatever name his master wishes to call him by. He no longer considers himself the same person he was born as nor does he desire to hold onto relics of the past. He is the Sunrise Key, that is who he is.

Age: He appears to be in his early twenties (twenty-three to be exact), sometimes his eyes look infinitely older.

Hair: Some would say plain old brown, others would reply "chestnut" or "chocolate" though. A glossy mane that falls straight to his shoulders and is almost always tied back out of his way.

Eyes: Deep calming midnight blue that entrancing shade that sometimes appears purple in the right light. Warm pools of understanding that can gaze straight into anyones souls if he so chooses.

Description: Bathed in a sense of tranquil serenity he is nothing if not restrained. Always impeccably groomed, clean shaven, peaceful to behold. Straight chestnut locks tied back save for the inevitable stray wisps that frame his face. Razor sharp cheekbones, aristocratic nose, fine eyebrows, sensitive mouth, all of which quite entrancing in their own right combine to make a face that is unfortunately average. He's never been the type to win beauty pageants, once in his youth his appearance promised stunning looks, unfortunately that promise was not fulfilled.

His eyes are often commented to be his best feature, midnight blue deep enough to drown in, warm, comforting and infinitely understanding.

He is of average height, his body soft with a life of luxury and pleasure. His voice is warm, melodious tones, with a lilting, unplaceable accent, beautiful, soft, soothing in it's own right.

Clothes: He adores autumn shades, warm browns, russets reds and golds. He's quite in love with the touch of velvet and wears it whenever he can find the excuse. Silk is another silent passion of his, not that he tends to wear it for anything under than underwear. More often than not though he dresses plainly in voluminous poets shirts and simple trousers, or whatever his masters wish him to wear or not (as the case may be).

Jewelry is something he rarely bothers with, save for when his masters choose him to gift him with one piece or other. More often than not he simply prefers to be unadorned, no trinkets, no makeup just him and his clothes (or not).

Personality: Warmth, he is those first few rays of morning light that chase away the darkness.

He is a listener first and foremost, non-judgemental, quiet and accepting of almost anything. A charming, compassionate young man who cannot help but try and heal the hurts he sees. Despite all this he rarely speaks of himself, certainly nothing on a purely personal level at least. He's far more interested in bringing his masters out of their shells and listening to them speak of their self than spilling his own guts. He's a very private person though he conceals that fact well with morsels of information about himself and subtle change of subjects.

He's not so much eager to please as quietly accepting that his role in life is to bring pleasure to others, as such he is quite content to let others do with him what they wish within reason. He is not overly affectionate, nor does he shy away from touches. He would rather sleep on his own then curled in someone elses arms but really it depends on what the master prefers.

Likes/Dislikes/Quirks: He absolutely adores fine foods, it's one of his major downfalls. He loves eating, all the different tastes and textures, trying something new. He's not afraid to take food into the bedroom either, in fact he's been known to get quite inventive. :)

Speaking of the bedroom he does thoroughly enjoy sex and is not at all embarrassed by that fact. Whilst he prefers wearing clothes he has no real shyness when it comes to nudity either. He's extremely adept at reading others, knowing the best place and time to speak or not to speak. He can usually think of the right thing to say or do. Whilst not actually an empath he's so astute he has been mistaken for one.

He adores meddling... well matchmaking to be more precise, unfortunately due to the fact he's confined to his rooms he rarely has a chance to get directly involved. He believes in true love, the idea that everyone has a soul mate, and is only too willing to try and help others realise that perhaps their best friend could be that person. Usually he just has to be the gentle, reassuring support as a master comes to him for company.

He's hardly the athletic type, the closest he gets to exercise are on the nights he risks life and limb to clamber out of his balcony and down into the gardens so he might watch the sunrise properly. He usually has a hard time managing it even with the aid of the knotted sheets he uses as a rope ladder but it's certainly worth the hard effort. He's not usually allowed out of his rooms unless supervised, fear that he'll fall for another key and cause problems is the main reason. He's never given them any reason to suspect that might happen though, always docile and obedient. The sneaking out is his one real act of defiance and he'd never let anyone find out.

He has been used on several occasions to help other keys overcome some trauma or other. Of all work perhaps that is what makes him most happy. Trying to let them come to terms with what they are, soothing over mental scars and broken hearts as best as he can, being there, listening, understanding. He's always taken away from them eventually, and whilst he's tempted to ask some to meet him in the gardens so he might speak with them again he's yet to build up the courage to actually endanger someone else like that.

He loves music, unfortunately he's tone deaf and quite aware of that fact. As such he only sings to himself when he's alone. He does rise each morning to listen to the dawn chorus and watch the sunrise, in fact it's almost an obsession with him. He rarely misses the sunrise, as such he tends to be quite early to bed. It does ruin his entire mood for the day if he doesn't watch those first rays of sun, he ends up more withdrawn than usual.

He likes birds of all sorts, he encourages them to his balcony with titbits of food, (something the person who cleans his rooms will undoubtedly complain of). Whilst none are quite tame he quiet enjoys listening to them sing. He has a soft spot for the drab plain ones that are obviously as cheerful as any parakeet.

Books tend to leave him feeling empty, with their flat depthless pages. He'd much rather experience life than read about it. The only things he does tend to read for pleasure is poetry, he loves the mind-pictures they conjure up and the emotions the words evoke. He'll also read anything his current master recommends but he'll rarely take any real pleasure in it.

Art is another passion of his although he can't paint anything other than stick men. He's tried time and time again but ultimately he realises that's not where his talents lie. He's quite accepting of that fact even if sometimes he does tend to wish it were not so.

So where does his talents lie? He's an amazing listener, he could and has sat and listened to others talk for hours on end. He just has that knack for bringing others out of their shell, knowing the right thing to say at the right time to put them at ease.

He's also an amazing cook, in fact cooking is practically his life outside the bedroom. He's forever trying to create up one delicacy or another, invent some new dish, create some sweet or other. There's not a dish he doesn't either know how to make or is willing to learn. It's that one exception to his attitude about talking, he's been known to talk non-stop about cookery when he finds someone that shares his interests.

Finally he's rather adept at relaxation techniques, massage being the foremost in his repertoire.

History: Once he was a timid, mousy young man. He had a comfortable life, family, friends. His friends figured it would be amusing to club together and buy him one night he'd never forget. So they sent him to the Palace a nervous wreck and he returned head over heels in love. He scraped together enough money for another visit mind full of ideas of running off together. Sadly the key refused explaining it would be too dangerous.

Very young and infatuated he did the only thing he felt he could do. He offered himself willingly to the Palace so he could be near his beloved. Of course things didn't work out, he's not bitter just calmly accepting of his lot in life. In fact he can quite easily imagine things being far worse. He's quite content with what he does. There's worse jobs than bringing pleasure and happiness to others.

Masters, sex and all that: He does his best to please ever conscious that a relationships between masters and key will never work. He's seen masters come and go, now he does his best to allow them to leave with some light in their lives. He is all too aware coming to the Palace is simply a stop gap solution, as such he does what he can to ensure when they leave they won't be alone. You could call him a matchmaker of sorts.

Sex though, he's open, loving and not at all aggressive in the bedroom. He'll do what is wanted of him no more, no less. He can be quite inventive when he sets his mind to it and that's not to say he won't make the first move if he's absolutely certain it's what the master wants. Usually he's just as content to sit and talk though.

He's not too keen on anything that involves physical pain. He doesn't see the thrill in it, sex to him is about giving pleasure not pain. The last time he was sent someone who enjoyed that type of thing he just withdrew within himself completely, acting as uncooperative as possible. Not only was he beaten black and blue for that but the master complained afterwards, as such he doesn't tend to be offered to those looking for exotic thrills.

So who is he offered to? Anyone in need of friendship as well as sex. Those who could probably use a shoulder to cry on and someone to talk to as well as a night of pleasure. He's not the best key, he's not the most beautiful in fact few would call him anything special but usually his masters go away satisfied. He's the perfect companion if not the perfect ornament and a good friend to all who give him the chance.

Environment: Large windows dominate all of his rooms, leading out onto a pleasant balcony where he can gaze upon the gardens below if he so chooses, and which allows for perfect view of the sunrise. Flimsy curtains sheath off the outside, more often than not they're flung open to allow as much light as possible in. The balcony is large, he's long since given up any hope of getting plants to flourish there, if there's an opposite of a green thumb he has it. There is a bird table though along with a large wooden table and four chairs to eat meals on.

His rooms are all stark simplicity with little mark of his own personality upon them. The bedroom cum living room has white walls, plain wooden furniture nothing of any particular note, save for the extravagant four poster bed in the bedroom. Luxuriously soft the bed is a thing of fairytales, the wood carved in ornate designs, drapes surrounding it that can be drawn and shut off the rest of the world. He never sleeps on the thing save when he's entertaining guests, more often than not he just finds a spot on the floor by the windows so that he can be awakened by the first kiss of sun.

The bathroom has the same feel of light airiness, the highlight of the room a luxuriously deep hot tub fit for two set into the floor, with the various scented oil bottles laid out neatly around the edge. Perfect for relaxing in and letting all troubles just wash away. Since the bathroom lacks the large windows of the other rooms someone has painted a gorgeous image of the sunrise over one of the blank walls. A cherished gift and one of the few lasting reminders he has of a former master.

His pride and glory however would happen to be the kitchen. There and only there is there any mark of being lived in. A direct contrast to his other rooms, it's a claustrophobic place, rather cluttered with just enough room for him to move about in and make food. If the window/doors are thrown open then anyone standing in the balcony can watch him cook and they can chat quite happily. The stove is well used and kept lovingly clean, the shelves jam packed with a multitude of oddities, anything he can persuade the palace or his masters to provide him with, the cupboards full of food. Clean dishes lie on the draining board near the sink more often than not.