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Name: Demetri Bergstrom
Age: 48
Where are you from? Stockholm, Sweden
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Emotionally unavailable

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Height:7’1
Build: Lean with slight muscle definition
Eyes: Bright Blue
Hair: Blond
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:
He has a number 7 tattooed on his right wrist.
He has a scar on the left side of his abdomen from a gunshot he received a few years back. There is another on his left arm as well.



Demetri is a very good looking man, but the stress of his life has left him looking a bit worn down and tired. He has the start of a growing beard from not shaving over the last few weeks. His blond hair is longer in the front, but only a few inches long towards the back. It can often times sweep in front of his yes and must be swept back for him to see. His eyes are a startling blue color and can make him look both fierce and kind, depending on his mood. For the past few months he has had faint purple circles beneath them from not sleeping much. His skin has gone pale over the last few years due to not spending time outside very often. It used to be a golden tan color, but it faded a few shades once he was forced to go into hiding. In the rare occasions that he does go outside, he is normally seen in a pair of sunglasses and black hoodie with a leather jacket over top of it.

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Demetri has many traits about him, both good and bad ones. He can be very kind when he wants to be, but vicious when he wants to be as well. One thing that stands out about him the most is how loyal he can be. He stood by every person in his cluster and sometimes even put himself on the line to keep them protected. Losing people really has an effect on him and being as he is the last of his cluster, the grief of them being gone gets to him quite often. He blames himself for not being able to protect them and now strives to make up for that fact. He stills speaks to his dead clusters mates and usually doesn’t sleep much due to fearing he will have to relive their deaths in his dream.

Because he was once military, Demetri has a vast knowledge of leading people and weaponry equipment. He knows how to handle, put together, and take apart almost any gun you could think of. Once he knew he was sensate and needed to protect himself he studied up on weapons and how they worked. He had already known a lot with being a soldier, but he wanted to extend his knowledge to keep himself and his cluster safe.


Personality:

Skills:

• Excellent shot
• Knows multiple languages
• Has extensive knowledge on guns

Strengths:

• Leading people
• Thinks before he acts
• Quick on his feet

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Before being reborn as a sensate in his early 30s, Demetri was a normal guy leading a brave life. He and his twin brother, Aldric Bergstrom, had been in the Swedish Armed Forces since the day they turned 18. Their father had been a general in the military and because of that they both wanted nothing more than to be just like him. Both of Aldric and Demetri stuck together through their whole military career after they joined, and were basically inseparable. When one of them was spotted somewhere the other was usually always just a few feet away. Over the years in the military the brother quickly rose up in ranks, which always caused a small rivalry between the two of them. They’d always had playful competitions growing up and it, like many siblings, followed them throughout their lives………

WIP

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Advice To The World: “Sometimes family can’t even be trusted.”
Anything Else:

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Name: Aleksandra Belicov
Age: 27
Where are you from? Moscow, Russia
Sexuality: Lesbian
Relationship Status: Single

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Height:5’4
Build: Slim but not without muscle tone
Eyes: Green
Hair: Brown
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings:

When looking at Alek it is easy to tell she is not exactly a bubbly people person. She has a tough look about her that would make even men think twice about pissing her off. She likes to wear a fair amount of makeup every day. This is very evident when it comes to her eyes since she always wears lots of eye liner, which often makes her eyes look very bright. Her brown hair is very long and goes about midway down her back. She very rarely ties it up, but will if it is a particularly busy night at the bar. She prefers dark colored clothing and is almost never seen in any colors besides black, red, or purple. Her attire normally consist of a tank top of some sort, jeans with holes and rips in them, and black boots. She also wears a red leather jacket as well when she is not working in the bar. She is always seen dawning a necklace with two silver rings attached to it. Out of habit she plays with them when she is deep in thought. Not many people know whose rings they are, but the few people that are close to her know that they belong to her deceased mother and father.

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Alek is a tough person who doesn’t take shit from anyone and she takes pride in the fact. Growing up she was always the tomboy type and was the one daring all the boys to fight her. There are very few things she is afraid of in life, though she knows well that can be a somewhat dangerous trait to have. She has a soft side buried somewhere deep in her, but it has been hidden since her mother was found dead 5 years ago. She is loyal to a few select people, but does not extend that loyalty to others very often. She also doesn’t trust very easy either. Her secrets are her own and aren’t shared with others. There are some things she hasn’t told to even the people closest to her. She doesn’t really like to ask for help very often. She finds that to be a weakness and weakness isn’t something she likes people to see if her. Deep down she fears if people see her let down the walls she fought so hard to build up they will take what little she has left in life.




Skills:

• Able to hotwire almost any vehicle
• Picking locks
• Can make a hell of a drink

Strengths:

• Her fearlessness
• Has a knack for knowing when someone is lying
• Doesn’t take shit from anyone

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Aleksandra was born in Moscow Russia to Clavin and Tassia Belicov. Calvin was the owner of a bar in town, Belicov 7s, and his wife of course helped run it. Like Alek, both of her parents were Sensates and were actually cluster mates and well as being husband and wife. The two were very close to the rest of their cluster and tried to involve them in their lives whenever one of them was able to travel to Moscow. Alek met a few of them growing up, but at that time she had no idea they were much more to her parents than just friends of the family. Calvin and Tassia tried to give their daughter a normal life growing up, but when you are a sensate that can make it a little hard. Nothing to out of the ordinary happened in her early years of life, but as she grew older it became very apparent that her parents were hiding something from her. The reasons she knew this is because of all the things they began to teach her once she was in her teen years.

Her father was the one who taught her how to hotwire cars and always told her it was a skill that would come in handy one day. Her mother surprised her when she taught her how to pick locks, also a skill she questioned her parents teaching her. Needless to say, her teen years certainly were not like ordinary girls and unfortunately things only turned horrible when she reached 15 years of age. Her father went missing only 4 months after her birthday. He left for work one morning and was never seen again. Her mother didn’t take this well and went into an extreme fit of depression. She wouldn’t eat, sleep, or even talk to anyone, including her own daughter. It was at this time a man by the name of Demetri came to their home. She had seen him once before as a child and remembered him being described as a good friend of the family. He stayed with them for a few weeks and to help pull Tassia from her depression. During that time, Alek found their relationship to be quite strange. They were very close with each other, almost to the same point that her mother and father had been and it didn’t exactly make sense as to why that was. Alek herself also felt a strange connection to the man, but didn’t fully understand why. He was nice and she by no means hated him, she just found it weird how close he was to the two of them when he hadn’t been around in years. He also tended to go out at night quite a bit. She thought about following him more than once, but decided against it in the end.

Once her mother had returned to a not so catatonic state Demetri packed his things and left to go back home to Sweden. Alek had almost expected him to stay and was very surprised and slightly saddened when he decided to leave. Her mother wasn’t too happy about the fact either, but accepted it and tried to get back to normal life once he left. She reopened the bar after closing it down for months and made Alek begin helping out after school. Things were good after a while, it wasn’t until 2 years later that things went downhill once again. One night after the bar had closed, her mother came rushing in with a crazed look on her face. She explained that something had happened with Demetri and she needed to leave to go help him with something. She was very vague and refused to answer many of her daughter’s questions. The one thing she kept saying was that she promised she would be back. However, Tassia was unfortunately unable to stay true to that promise. A week later, Alek received a call from Demetri who informed her that her mother was found dead. He sobbed over the line and did nothing but apologize over and over again. Alek was left speechless upon hearing this and dropped the phone in shock, causing it to shatter when it hit the ground.

Like when her father went missing, Alek went into a state of depression just like her mother had, only this time Demetri wasn’t there to help pull her out of it. He didn’t call or contact her after that and she was forced to grieve on her own. She spent a long time getting over the death of her mother, but eventually she was able to do it. Alek got up one day and pushed herself to get back into life. She has been running Belicov 7s ever since and only became tougher and tougher as the years went on.

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Advice To The World: Depend on no one, it will only fuck you in the end
Anything Else:

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Name: Arihito Kaneko
Age: 27
Nationality/Where are you located? Japanese / Fukuoka, Japan
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Relationship Status: Complicated

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Height: 6'½"
Build: Athletic & Sturdy
Eyes: Brown
Hair: Black
Tattoos/Scars/Piercings: Both ears pierced & a neck tattoo.


At first glance Ari has a lanky and slim frame, but underneath he is solid rock, having a sturdy physique from lifting weights for baseball and training to keep up with all the other top athletes. His stands coolly slouched, often with his hands in his pockets, with a style that can be considered high fashion as his publicist claims it is important for him to look young and fresh. It does help with his playboy antics that he is considered fashionable though, so there is a benefit.

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Personality: There is being confident and then there is being vain. Ari is both, but the latter is shown more often than the first. He knows his worth and his abilities, which is why he can be unbearing to others if they don't know him personally. Ari has an attitude that is driven by the thirst of trying to reach the top and he is willing to do whatever it takes to get there. Deep down he isn't as outwardly confident as he seems, having a lot of self-loathe, hurt, and angst brought on by that attitude of his to succeed and be better than the rest.

Once you break down the barriers of his heart, mind, and soul, Ari can be a gentle man, who only really wants the people around him to accept him for whoever he may be. That is one of the reasons why Ari does what he does to try and be number one. Ari believes that if he achieves that then everyone will accept him, even if it's a mask he has to wear, because it's better to be loved by most, even at the cost of being hated along the way.

To his family Ari is the perfect son that they want him to be. He does what he is told without much hesitation, coming from years of reinforcement to listen. But of course, with the freedom he has now, Ari does things and gets into messes that he really shouldn't, doing whatever he can to hide it from his family. Image and reputation is everything for them, and if they knew half of the shit he had done, he would be disowned in an instant.

Skills:

• Hand-to-Hand Combat (Proficient in Mixed Martial Arts)
• Well-versed in Traditional Japanese Martial Arts & Weaponry (Kendo, Kyūdō, Sōjutsu, etc.)
• A large amount of capital. (Money from both his family and of his own earnings as an athelte.)

Strengths:

• Quick Reflexes & Instincts
• High Alcohol Tolerance
• A-List Celebrity in Japan

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Advice To The World: "Sometimes you have to cheat to become the best."

Anything Else:

• Ari's position is Pitcher.
  • In his second year of being part of the Softbank Hawks, he injured his arm, having torn a muscle. He recovered but is now secretly addicted to painkillers.
• In college he partied a little too hard and hung out with the wrong crowd. His bad partying habits and friends carried on over into his professional career.
• To keep in shape Ari does mixed martial arts.

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^Name
Genevieve "Evie" Castro

^Age
27

^{Nationality/Where are you located?}
Filipino / Beverly Hills, CA, USA

^Sexuality
Pansexual

^{Relationship Status}
Single

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^Height
5'6

^Build
Slender, but has plentiful curves

^Eyes
Hazel

^Hair
Dark Brown

^{Tattoos/Scars/Piercings}
She has a white, barely visible, tattoo of two birds in flight on her wrist. They hide the scars from harder times.

Whatever the occassion, Evie is dressed to kill. She knows the power of red pouty lips and alluring smoky eye, knows which types of clothes accentuate whichever particular asset needs featuring. Her body is her livelihood and so she works hard to maintain her trim figure. She swears by coconut oil to keep her lush, glossy hair in tact, because let's face it, a beautiful head of hair gets other heads turning.

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Personality:
Evie is a thunderstorm: unpredictable, uncontainable, electric. She appears in your life without warning, lingers in your thoughts, disappears in an instant. Armed with sweet, playful smiles and long lashes that bat just the right way, she has weaponized her feminine charms and attacks without discrimination. You never know what's going on behind those big hazel eyes, but oh, you'll want to. She'll make sure of it.

Quick thinking and resourceful, Evie has learned adaptability is key to survival. She must be malleable, must let her current surroundings shape her persona, her laughter, her heart. No matter the cost, she must do what is necessary. The end justifies the means, it has to, or she will be back where she doesn't want to be.

As she struts about with her impish grin and easy, sensual gait, Evie's almost got the world convinced that nothing fazes her. But sometimes, the gleam in her eyes give her away. Catch her in a rare off day and you'll see that the opposite is true; it's not that she doesn't care, it's that she cares too much. Evie keeps people within arm's reach and doesn't let herself get attached because when she does, she pours her everything into them, only for her to be bled dry.

Skills

❧ Connections.
Having a strictly high-profile clientele means she has many willing (and unwilling) favors in her back pocket.

❧ Sleuthing.
As precaution when selecting clients, she has become adept at conducting a very thorough background check. As insurance during and after a job, she has become adept at digging up dirt that can be stored and brought up at a later time for certain purposes.

❧ Flirting.
She's quick to pick up on a person's preferences and craftily tailors her advances to them.

Strengths:

• Observant
• Thrives under pressure
• Has an unorthodox way of solving problems

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Genevieve hasn't had the most stable of childhoods. Although she was born in the Philippines—to a couple who thought having a child would save their marriage (spoiler alert: they were wrong)—she moved to the US when she was eleven and spent her adolescence in California. Her parents separated before she was in preschool, and since then they've made arrangements on how to split up duties. Eventually, a drunken incident involving her father caused him to lose custody completely.

That's when the sea of changes crested in like a tidal wave, seizing Evie from her old world and washing her away into a brand new one. Her mother, upset and defeated at the prospect of being one of those struggling single moms, had been easily coaxed by a handsome foreigner to leave her life behind to follow him to the US. Within the next week, they sold everything they owned, keeping only a luggage's worth of memories. But unlike what was promised, life did not get better. They'd replaced their three-bedroom house for a tiny, cramped apartment. Traded in friends for strange and scary neighbors that bang on your door at three in the morning. Exchanged old heartbreaks for new ones. Evie can perfectly recall the moment that she and her mom paid the American businessman a surprise visit. She didn't know who had been more surprised to see them at his doorstep: him or his wife.

The downward spiral continued for years. Her mom cycled through one trashy boyfriend after another, getting deeper in debt with each one's certain vice. Evie resisted the urge to run away every time it surfaced. Instead, she worked part-time jobs as soon as she was old enough. She covered for her mom when she blew away all her money and couldn't afford groceries. She took care of the trash (see: boyfriend of the week) when her mom was done with them. She bore their subsequent wrath. Evie did everything she could to keep her mom whole.

When she was eighteen, things finally started looking up. Her mom finally met a decent man that truly cared for her and they were expecting—she was going to have a little brother! They moved into his apartment on the other side of town, where there were no crack addicts roaming the streets at night. It seemed that the drugged-up sleazy boyfriends were a thing of the past.

But as soon as Evie thought they had a chance to have a normal life, the debt her mom incurred over the decade came to bite them in the ass. With quite a sizeable amount to pay off, and increasingly aggressive loan sharks at their throat, her baby brother's future looked bleak. Even if she and her mother each took three more jobs, they would hardly make a dent.

Desperate for help, Evie found a silver lining in the strangest of places. One day, while she was on the prowl for higher-paying jobs, she happened across a beautiful elderly woman who took notice of her plight. Immediately, the woman invited her into an establishment she owned, conducted what would seem like an interview, and gave her instructions for the next day. That's how she was introduced to the lucrative world of escorting. Because she was only eighteen, the owner, Ruby, kept her to the phone lines at first. Every cent she earned went into paying off her mom's debt, but still that wasn't enough. Loan sharks still threatened violence on her family. Evie had no choice but to go deeper in the rabbit hole, starting with getting paid to go on dates with lonely rich men (and sometimes women). All things considered, Evie was a quick study, and within just weeks, she became one of the top reviewed and booked 'gem,' as Ruby liked to called her ladies. She was able to earn as much as a thousand dollars a week.

When the debt total came down to fifty-thousand, Evie was forced to take the last plunge into full-on escorting. The loan sharks had demanded the fifty grand in full, following it up with the usual threat to her family. But even at her best, she could only get a fifth of that within the month. Evie knew then what she to do. Ruby had been so fond of her that she gave her the best-paying clientele: politicians, executives, trust fund babies. With that, she was able to pay off the remaining debt and secure her family's safety.

Despite having accomplished her task, Evie is bound by contract to remain in the business for three years, ending on her 28th birthday.

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Advice To The World:
You have do what's necessary to survive.

Anything Else: