Back Story History: Some girls in a white ruffled dress, and small curls enjoyed the feeling of Barbie dolls. Combing the blonde hairs into cute styles and changing the clothing to be as beautiful as they wished to be. Painted red lips, long brown hair, thick thighs, and great chachas that drove men wild. Who knew it would lead to their own small feet stepping in the direction of high heels and marriages with dangerous men. Their dreams; marry a man in that same ruffled dress as her mother with grandmothers lipstick smeared on your cheek. Nude beaches, colorful fruit, yeah I once lived for it all. Too bad life had to change.
When the warm blood touched my fingers at the ripe age of 5, and I saw the black beads in my mother’s eyes and the eternal death in my father’s I knew life was different. My parents were killed by a radical group of Reggs searching to destroy anyone different. My best friend’s family tried to help me as best as they could but they could only do so much. But when you’re out to always pick a fight, Vanutei’s typically leave you behind. Naturally I developed a very cold outlook on the world. Love came in the form of sharp blades, and smoking guns for me. A blow to the chest felt like ecstasy. My hips swayed to the tune of the danger filled dance, and dipped to the beat of death alone. I wish I didn’t enjoy sin, but really do I?
I joined Koba in his fight for peace. There I was taught how to be lethal. I became faster, stronger, and more deadly than most and with that I plan to take down those who ruined my life. I got close to my Sensei, he taught me how to harness my power and fight with it. Sharpen my emotions and fight like a warrior who wanted to win. He taught me how to hone my spirit of Lazar, be one with him and fight to win.
I worked my way into his military becoming one of the greatest soldiers in the ranks. But it wasn’t until I heard the gun shot from the distance as they murdered the only Sensei, brought out the inner killer within myself and Lazar. He’s my fighter. He lives in the knife my father tried to defend his family with when he was murdered in cold blood. When I went to Koba for revenge on the Regg’s his nonchalance for his people and sympathy for the murderers left me alone in my mission to gain vengeance for the lives the Reggs took from me.
I ditched Koba’s ranks when I found out his disloyalty to the race, after my Sensei had been shot by Yasi’s people. It was then that I realized loyalty doesn’t even come in the form of blood anymore.
When I’m not trying to fight the greater fight I’m buried in a world full of adrenaline. I live for the rush, and take it any way I can. Will I ever slow down? When my hands kiss the lips of my next high, I learn to tame the beast that has always been in me. I am Corleik, and never really learned what that means other than for combat thanks to my sensei. But with his murder the second part of his mission became very unclear. So now I live for the chance to finally feel the blood of vengeance.
A rush; the blood that rolls from the bodies I slaughter. A rush; the sex I commit to each new body. A rush; the acts deception committed against my heart. I love the rush, doesn’t mean I’ve always wanted to. It keeps the spirits at bay and my heart locked tight. But with my gentle hands running through your soft hair you won’t ever know notice my troubled past; the difference in my lips, and the taste of my tongue. Ill suck your blood, leave you dry, I don’t care who you are.
I’m not angry. I’m sure you deserved the violence...
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