Name: His name was given by his mother. He hates his mother and so refuses to acknowledge it. He hates the name given by the palace too. As far as he's concerned he has no name. Once he gains his freedom he plans to choose one though.

Age: 20

Description: Chestnut locks are hacked off as short as he can, spiking in all directions. With feral, amber eyes, sharp features, a lithe build and supple muscles he has all the grace and poise of a wild cat. His olive skin is marred by numerous scars, the most noticeable of which is a once deep gash that almost stole his life running down his chest. Whilst not handsome per-say there is a compelling air of danger surrounding him that makes him.

Clothing: On the rare occasions he's actually given clothes they end up torn and shredded within hours. He usually spends his time naked, even during the freezing days of winter. No jewelry is wasted upon him. His sole adornments are the chains around his wrists and ankles which are as much ornamental as they are there to allow him to be restrained during his wilder moods.

Personality: He's a wild, feral young man, all teeth and claws and snarls (of the metaphorical variety). He lashes out with fists or weapons all his anger at being imprisoned vented on his masters and any palace servant unlucky enough to be sent to him when he's not chained up. It's exceptionally difficult to get beyond the anger; he's been nursing it for so many years he's even forgotten who he is beyond the constant rage.

He's not the most intelligent of people, however he possesses a raw animal cunning that helps serve him in times of need. He's absolutely foul-mouthed having picked up insults from his childhood and added to his repertoire thanks to all the masters and palace servants that have had 'words' to say about him. He's all too aware of the power of silence. Sometimes the way to get people the most angry is to just say nothing, if that doesn't work though he'll sling vulgarities.

He's been through so much at the palace he lacks anything even vaguely resembling fear. Death would be absolute bliss compared to this. However suicide would be to admit defeat and he's not defeated yet. He will escape. He will slaughter the entire palace first - or at least that's his plan.

He has an extremely high pain tolerance. He'd probably go madder if he didn't. He doesn't so much block out his own agony as embrace it and channel it towards his anger. The more someone hurts him the more they're going to get hurt back.

Likes: Mostly he exercises, pushing his body to the limit, forcing it to extremes, taking solace in physical training. Whilst the chains on his wrist and the tiny size of his room make his one hobby difficult he somehow manages to keep in shape. He's spent so much time locked up that any other interests he might have been subverted. Eat. Sleep. Train. Plot his escape. Those are the few things he does, save for when his routine is broken by the presence of a master.

He wouldn't admit it but he actually has some sort of sick pleasure for when his masters actually arrive. At least then his surroundings change, there is something different to do.

Freedom of course is the last thing he'd claim to like. He's been twisted so badly however there's absolutely no way he'd survive for any length of time outside however.

Dislikes: He doesn't dislike anything. Dislike is too weak a word. He hates with all his being. He hates being caged, he loathes everything about the palace. The fact he is treated no better than an animal. The majority of his loathing however is directed towards the family that abandoned him, and those masters who pay to abuse him. He hates the feelings of helplessness being a prisoner evokes in him.

Sex: He's never, ever, seen the pleasure within sex to him it's always been a game of dominance. He absolutely hates taking the submissive role, the few who dare to do so need to overwhelm him and rape him. Or take him whilst he's chained up or drugged. He's rough, not giving a damn about his own pleasure, orgasm on behalf of his master is seen as victory, it means they're weak. He bites, he scratches, he lashes out in any way he can hoping to leave as many marks on his 'victim' as possible. Most of his masters actually enjoy it. Others come to him with intentions of 'taming the beast' something that he is not about to let happen. He can usually send even the kindest of potential masters into fits of rage with his insults. He's well aware of the fact they're all only after one thing.

History: He began life free. Born to a large family where life was hard and he had to fight amongst his brothers and sisters in order to get food. The one day a perfumed man came dressed in silks and offered his mother substantial wealth in exchange for the prettiest of her boys. He will never forgive his family for condemning him to this life of hell. In fact the first thing he plans to do when he escapes is to get his revenge upon them.

He's always had some fire within him. He is a disagreeable young man who was not the most co-operative of keys during his training but he wasn't anywhere near as bad as he is now. After being handed to a series of bad masters he ended up flipping though and killed one using a knife he'd been given to eat with.

There was naturally an uproar. He was confined, chained, but the masters never stopped coming.

For some reason the palace keeps him. He's killed five masters during his time at the palace, several of the staff and severely injured numerous others. All masters are told about the danger he presents which just makes him more appealing to those willing to play with fire. The real danger he presents is gone though. The palace have done everything they can to declaw him. There are guards on the door ready to barge in and save any master he might be close to killing. He has no weapons save for those handed him to by more stupid than usual masters hoping to add a bit of spice to things.

He's also attempted to escape numerous times, never yet having succeeded. After the first few serious attempts security around him was just tightened.

He's tried other methods of escape too. He had hoped that by cutting his hair he would be considered less desirable and left alone. He had hoped that by slashing at his own face they would throw him out for being hideous. The former merely emphasised the dangerous caste of his face and now the palace actually cuts his hair in that manner. The latter was quickly taken care of by the palace healers leaving him with perfect skin once more.

Environment: His room consists of four walls, one of which bears bolts that the chains around his wrists and ankles can be attached to. Due to the fact he's used any other furnishings to harm his masters and himself with the room lacks any other form of furnishings save for the toilet in the corner. The door to his room is equipped with a hatch where his food can be put through. He's always forced to eat with his hands not being allowed cutlery.

When he requires washing the palace staff do it for him whilst he's sedated. They trim his nails and shave him at the same time (he's not one of those baby faced boys cursed never to have their voices break or even the slightest of fuzz on their face.)

Sometimes masters are actually sent into his room. Most of the time he's drugged into a more placid state and carried out or just dragged by his chains into another, more pleasant room.