Name: Rya (Scarbrough) Hurph
Age: 32
DOB: November 30
Relationship: Married
Spouse: Logan Hurph
SOR: very weak/ brink of breaking
Boyfriends Before husband: none
Status before: Virgin
Smoker: no
Drinker: occasional
Profession: Psychiatrist
Weaknesses: blinded by ( or using as a shield) the 'virtues of marriage, has bad eye sight, is sexually starved, to afraid to be looked down upon and it affecting her career.
Appearance:
Height: 5'5
Body type: fit but still soft around the edges
Hair color: Brown with natural highlights of blond and low lights of red
Hair type: long (down to hips) with slight curl or wave.
Eye color: green with a thick ring of black.
Breast size: 34C
Work attire:
Usually a white or yellow button up under shirt with a black, grey, sometimes navy coat. Wears a black or grey -A line skirt with black heals.
Hair style: up in a neat bun with bangs hanging down and curled into ringlets. Or half up/ half down with a clip holding back the top part other than the bangs that go down to her shoulders.
Casual wear: ( this is happening in spring before they make her a teen)
A pair of yellow, beige, or white capris with a tank top or halter topped tank top. Or a sundress that is halter topped and comes down to knees.
Nightwear: Usually naked or something suggestive.
Why she wears these clothes: Her husband suggests that it is difficult to not form opinions on a women 'of higher class' who is working. So he advises her clothing in still most everything. Not that he put rightly does so but he does have a certain control over her. Modeling their first year of marriage she wears suggestive things so when he comes home (if he does) He might be interested in her. Silently know he hasn't had interest in her since their first year and since their second anniversary knew he had many other women off to the side...
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( teen is the sme except B cupped and I guess younger looking)
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"Where am I?" was the first thing she heard. She hadn't thought, or listened, or truly watched for about two hours now. That is before the images rushed backed to her. Adjusting her glasses she stepped off the subway. Pulling her once subdued bun into a long sweep of hair down her beck she placed the two bands into her purse. She went up the stares staring at the opening that showed a dark alley everything touched by a light drizzle of constant rain. She felt herself bite her cheek holding back tears as the raindrops reminding her of sweat.
She had told him! All most as a coded plea. She felt the rain on her before she noticed she was moving. Not that this scared her. She was to hurt, angry, and pissed at her husb- no her husbands actions. Or so she tried to console her self in, that she didn' t hate her husband only that this sense of rage was new. Surely the man she married nearly three years ago was the only person she knew that she felt true hatred for? She caught herself all most falling her hands scrapping against the rough brick as she. Aight her self. Looking up she saw an inn.
Her hand was to heavy to be only carrying a purse? "O-of course I didn.'t plan ongoing back, she whispered all most startled by the fact she just answered her self. Ignoring her stinging hand, she pushed herself up and walked into the inn. The dry dirty air reminded herself she had been walking in the rain. "One room please," she whispered to the innkeeper not meeting the persons eyes but feeling them meet her body very well. Giving the other the money except for three days she grabbed the old style key before heading up stairs.
After she stripped out of her work attire, she wondered over to the shower within the filthy bathroom. Once in the shower, she allowed the memories come to her fully but only vaguely. She had known her husband came home from one of his frequent business trips.. So she called a few hours. Before her lunch break . Told him not to snack to much that she was coming home early. She left this message in a text, voice mail on his cell phone and their house phone. Once she got home the normal way, by trolly, she announced she was home and by now she saw no cloths scattered. Suite case belonging to her husband.. Slowly she smiled and slipped off her heals.
Going up the stairs she was removing her jacket and all most down to the second button of her blows when she heard a high pitched moan. Stopping she walking quickly towards the door, happy she had kept the hall light off. Opening the door the smell of sex hit her nose as her eyes roamed the room and surprise surprise there. In their bed was Logan and some ran- no two girls. With a shaky hand she rushed down stairs going into one of the closets she. Grabbed the carry on she kept for fast paced escape. As she stepped out of the shower she bit her lip remembering she bad left her jacket... Drying her hair lightly allowing her body to air dry she passed out on the bed for the night.
Slowly waking up she blinked feeling the tears she had cried burning her eyes. Her body popped as she rose and stretched from the bed going over to the sink were she put her tooth brush and mouth wash she began to plan as she got ready. Walking around the room naked enjoying the none restrictiveness of it all. Slow she decided on what to wear. Smiling she picked out a rather v-necked sun dress she usually wore over a bathing suite .
Slipping it over her neck the back was open until an oval shaped seam. Cut across her hip line. From there it flared meaning to go down to her knees if she had no curves; however, her curves lifted it higher up in the back. Looking for shoes she remembered she had done this in summer. Picking out wedges she decided she had bought this on her honey moon... Only time her husband wouldn't hold her showing off skin against her.
Slipping on the wedges it made her seem at least two inches taller! Smiling back at the image of herself in the dirty mirror. Rya was just about to start applying make up when some guy began to barge in, dropping her make up bag her eyes widened before simply playing the males apology off. She wasn't feeling all that empathetic today. Pucking up all of her make- up she went with basic mascara, powder, a soft red lip stick with clear gloss. This should do for what she needed today.
Today she would go to the bank transfer all the money she had put into his bank account for the last two years transfer it to her own , decide to freeze his account telling them she was afraid he was embezzling, thus having his account frozen. Slipping on a brown very beach like necklace she bent over to pick up her purse when she felt the slight breeze. "Oh well he showed a lot more off lately," Was the last she thought before walking out in probably the most revealing thing she had ever worn in public. Even though it wasn't that revealing simply looking like she was going to the beach.. Until you looked closer.
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Name:
Nebu Satoru(Daybreak) last/first
Age:
22
Height:
5'7
Bio: Satoru is one fourth Japanese his father was half Japanese the other half European while his mother a a red headed American. His beginning was happy and free and lasted through out his child hood. His family was stretched when it came to funds, bu it never seemed to bother them. His father worked as a relatively successful fisherman off the coasts of Japan and his mother a florist. His earliest memories (3 or 4 yrs) where either fallowing his mother around the small flower shop or running up to his dad on the dock as he came off of a boat. Sadly a horrible storm came one day. it had snuck up onto his fathers ship with in fifteen minutes giving no warning earlier that day until it was too late. So at around nine he and his mother went back to America, it was strange for him even though he didn't have an accent the other kids seem to know he was different.
He had a few accents showing his Asian blood, but most wound's recognize them among his mostly European features such as red hair and amber eyes. He and his mom lived rather decently though when Satoru was around fifteen his mother got sick and no one knew what was going on. She went to a Doctor and found out she had cancer, and a high risk for a tumor to developer within either rher kidney's or brain both deadly. From that point they moved to California. Two years later the cancer won and Satoru went spiraling down. By this time he knee when was gay so did his mother. Sadly she didn't know the reason he had been able to be so supportive or never break down. Simple. Self medication of opium and shortly after she died he gt into acid. He had never tried anything else so this was an extreme hit to his body, but it helped him deal with his issues within thirty minutes. After wards be feeling fine for at least two weeks depending on what he used, he usually used acid considering it was cheap to buy as it was easy to make. Opium he only use din extreme cases and not nearly as often.
By then he had been taking opium for about two years while acid had just started about a week and a half before his mother died. Both of these helped him grieve; however, he got hooked during his grieving considering he didn't;t have to worry about being there for his mom any more. Now he wanted to quite he was far to deep and an emotional mess. Having hid behind the drugs to numb his emotions through the foster homes, the separations, the abuse, and now he quite. Not that he was some hobo or crack head looking. He hid it well and only used when he felt a true itching need that wouldn't interfer with his job as a masseuse. Getting tired of relying on his personal medication he moved all the way to Maine all the way across the states to get away from his usual life and begin rehab. He's relapsed five times in the last six months of therapy. Only problem is his body isn;t physically addicted to the drugs yet his mental state is and he tends to grow needy and very affectionate to the wrong type of people. The doctor es re looking forsomeone who he can live with who can give him he affection he needsyet keep him way from his drugs.
Personality: When he's using he doesn't usually have a personality. Considering the Acid puts him in a dream like state while the opium makes him pass out and his whole body relax to when he wakes up he's knot free. Yet after his sessions with the drug he's some what sociable, friendly if approached, and an over all laid back nice guy; however, when he's been with out either of the drugs for an extension of a month he becomes very dependant on rough people who seem to controle yet give him a strange seance of protection. His doctors soon learned he'd go to any male he's near for this needed affection if their the only ones he sees.
Not like clinging crying just very affectionate one might think of a...Sex kitten or just a very cuddly person depending on the situations. Once again the doctors learned quickly how to know ow his mood is going to be and attempt to keep all of his doctors females. Another one of his moods is high fear and a sense of anxiety when he's alone or alone with someone he's never met. This is within the first two and half months of being with out his drugs. Within the third or fourth he's much better, but easily wood or scared and relatively quiet
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Satoru was supposed to go out of the rehab today. To put it simply his doctors Amanda, Rya, and Dr. Rig didn't think he was making any progress with his constant relapsing so they decided maybe they could put his help into another style of help. This was one of the biggest no-no's of the rehabs rules well multiple rules. First allowing a patient into an "unstable" environment, then there was the fact they were not supervising the patient 24/7, and the biggest allowing a habit that should be helped instead of be used as treatment. This being him having a relationship. They had been planning this since the third month that Satoru had put himself in their hands. Since then they had a young man they had been introduced to he had a clean record from what they could find. They had been keeping in contact with the male and had explained the care the red headed boy needed and suggested that the other started to get ready for the boy to move in about half way into the fifth month shortly after his relapse. Today the red head was going home with the man and they hoped to god this would fix the amber eyed addict.
One thing that was on their side was that Satoru was rather "mush" minded his body fighting the with drawl so they hoped the transition would would be easier. They had all ready been explaining to the male what was going to happen and the game plan and what he needed to do two weeks before. Wile the doctors where prepping and talking to their young male Satoru was dressing and had a few of his belongings packed away in a suitcase. Long red hair was braided back into a loose braid that seemed to run down to his butt, his shirt was a long semi-oriental white/grey top and finished out by a light wash blue jeans and brown sandals. Even though he was slightly confused and his mind had slowed down he felt a strange urgency to look nice compared to his usual lazy outfits and thrown on cloths; however, this was much different. He was meeting someone who was supposed to help him and he was supposed to live with him either until he and his doctors felt he could live on his own, stay back in rehab and finished there or maybe eve stay with the male after he had finished his rehab.
Looking around his room of six months he didn't know how he would deal with being somewhere away from his comforting yellow and dark green room and his loving doctors who tried their hardest to help him. Guilt over took him once more. He never wanted to betray them, or make them take care of him for so long, but everything hurt to the point he was shaking and sometimes to the point he'd collapse and thoughts just wouldn't stop and give him time to think! He never even knew where he;d find the drug he'd just wake up somewhere (usually his room) feeling so good! Soon his moods where usually soured when a sour faced nurse came in with a disappointing sneer on her face. Sighing he picked up his suit case and laid back on his bed. His "person" was supposed to brought in any minute by one of the nurses and Dr. Rig was supposed to come in and make sure nothing was misunderstood. What confused him was what this person was supposed to be to him. When he asked the nurses gave him all different answers and his main doctors only gave him wishy washer answers so-so misty and unclear! Sitting up immediately when he heard the nock he put his suit case to the side and got up to open it.
Age: 32
DOB: November 30
Relationship: Married
Spouse: Logan Hurph
SOR: very weak/ brink of breaking
Boyfriends Before husband: none
Status before: Virgin
Smoker: no
Drinker: occasional
Profession: Psychiatrist
Weaknesses: blinded by ( or using as a shield) the 'virtues of marriage, has bad eye sight, is sexually starved, to afraid to be looked down upon and it affecting her career.
Appearance:
Height: 5'5
Body type: fit but still soft around the edges
Hair color: Brown with natural highlights of blond and low lights of red
Hair type: long (down to hips) with slight curl or wave.
Eye color: green with a thick ring of black.
Breast size: 34C
Work attire:
Usually a white or yellow button up under shirt with a black, grey, sometimes navy coat. Wears a black or grey -A line skirt with black heals.
Hair style: up in a neat bun with bangs hanging down and curled into ringlets. Or half up/ half down with a clip holding back the top part other than the bangs that go down to her shoulders.
Casual wear: ( this is happening in spring before they make her a teen)
A pair of yellow, beige, or white capris with a tank top or halter topped tank top. Or a sundress that is halter topped and comes down to knees.
Nightwear: Usually naked or something suggestive.
Why she wears these clothes: Her husband suggests that it is difficult to not form opinions on a women 'of higher class' who is working. So he advises her clothing in still most everything. Not that he put rightly does so but he does have a certain control over her. Modeling their first year of marriage she wears suggestive things so when he comes home (if he does) He might be interested in her. Silently know he hasn't had interest in her since their first year and since their second anniversary knew he had many other women off to the side...
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( teen is the sme except B cupped and I guess younger looking)
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"Where am I?" was the first thing she heard. She hadn't thought, or listened, or truly watched for about two hours now. That is before the images rushed backed to her. Adjusting her glasses she stepped off the subway. Pulling her once subdued bun into a long sweep of hair down her beck she placed the two bands into her purse. She went up the stares staring at the opening that showed a dark alley everything touched by a light drizzle of constant rain. She felt herself bite her cheek holding back tears as the raindrops reminding her of sweat.
She had told him! All most as a coded plea. She felt the rain on her before she noticed she was moving. Not that this scared her. She was to hurt, angry, and pissed at her husb- no her husbands actions. Or so she tried to console her self in, that she didn' t hate her husband only that this sense of rage was new. Surely the man she married nearly three years ago was the only person she knew that she felt true hatred for? She caught herself all most falling her hands scrapping against the rough brick as she. Aight her self. Looking up she saw an inn.
Her hand was to heavy to be only carrying a purse? "O-of course I didn.'t plan ongoing back, she whispered all most startled by the fact she just answered her self. Ignoring her stinging hand, she pushed herself up and walked into the inn. The dry dirty air reminded herself she had been walking in the rain. "One room please," she whispered to the innkeeper not meeting the persons eyes but feeling them meet her body very well. Giving the other the money except for three days she grabbed the old style key before heading up stairs.
After she stripped out of her work attire, she wondered over to the shower within the filthy bathroom. Once in the shower, she allowed the memories come to her fully but only vaguely. She had known her husband came home from one of his frequent business trips.. So she called a few hours. Before her lunch break . Told him not to snack to much that she was coming home early. She left this message in a text, voice mail on his cell phone and their house phone. Once she got home the normal way, by trolly, she announced she was home and by now she saw no cloths scattered. Suite case belonging to her husband.. Slowly she smiled and slipped off her heals.
Going up the stairs she was removing her jacket and all most down to the second button of her blows when she heard a high pitched moan. Stopping she walking quickly towards the door, happy she had kept the hall light off. Opening the door the smell of sex hit her nose as her eyes roamed the room and surprise surprise there. In their bed was Logan and some ran- no two girls. With a shaky hand she rushed down stairs going into one of the closets she. Grabbed the carry on she kept for fast paced escape. As she stepped out of the shower she bit her lip remembering she bad left her jacket... Drying her hair lightly allowing her body to air dry she passed out on the bed for the night.
Slowly waking up she blinked feeling the tears she had cried burning her eyes. Her body popped as she rose and stretched from the bed going over to the sink were she put her tooth brush and mouth wash she began to plan as she got ready. Walking around the room naked enjoying the none restrictiveness of it all. Slow she decided on what to wear. Smiling she picked out a rather v-necked sun dress she usually wore over a bathing suite .
Slipping it over her neck the back was open until an oval shaped seam. Cut across her hip line. From there it flared meaning to go down to her knees if she had no curves; however, her curves lifted it higher up in the back. Looking for shoes she remembered she had done this in summer. Picking out wedges she decided she had bought this on her honey moon... Only time her husband wouldn't hold her showing off skin against her.
Slipping on the wedges it made her seem at least two inches taller! Smiling back at the image of herself in the dirty mirror. Rya was just about to start applying make up when some guy began to barge in, dropping her make up bag her eyes widened before simply playing the males apology off. She wasn't feeling all that empathetic today. Pucking up all of her make- up she went with basic mascara, powder, a soft red lip stick with clear gloss. This should do for what she needed today.
Today she would go to the bank transfer all the money she had put into his bank account for the last two years transfer it to her own , decide to freeze his account telling them she was afraid he was embezzling, thus having his account frozen. Slipping on a brown very beach like necklace she bent over to pick up her purse when she felt the slight breeze. "Oh well he showed a lot more off lately," Was the last she thought before walking out in probably the most revealing thing she had ever worn in public. Even though it wasn't that revealing simply looking like she was going to the beach.. Until you looked closer.
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Name:
Nebu Satoru(Daybreak) last/first
Age:
22
Height:
5'7
Bio: Satoru is one fourth Japanese his father was half Japanese the other half European while his mother a a red headed American. His beginning was happy and free and lasted through out his child hood. His family was stretched when it came to funds, bu it never seemed to bother them. His father worked as a relatively successful fisherman off the coasts of Japan and his mother a florist. His earliest memories (3 or 4 yrs) where either fallowing his mother around the small flower shop or running up to his dad on the dock as he came off of a boat. Sadly a horrible storm came one day. it had snuck up onto his fathers ship with in fifteen minutes giving no warning earlier that day until it was too late. So at around nine he and his mother went back to America, it was strange for him even though he didn't have an accent the other kids seem to know he was different.
He had a few accents showing his Asian blood, but most wound's recognize them among his mostly European features such as red hair and amber eyes. He and his mom lived rather decently though when Satoru was around fifteen his mother got sick and no one knew what was going on. She went to a Doctor and found out she had cancer, and a high risk for a tumor to developer within either rher kidney's or brain both deadly. From that point they moved to California. Two years later the cancer won and Satoru went spiraling down. By this time he knee when was gay so did his mother. Sadly she didn't know the reason he had been able to be so supportive or never break down. Simple. Self medication of opium and shortly after she died he gt into acid. He had never tried anything else so this was an extreme hit to his body, but it helped him deal with his issues within thirty minutes. After wards be feeling fine for at least two weeks depending on what he used, he usually used acid considering it was cheap to buy as it was easy to make. Opium he only use din extreme cases and not nearly as often.
By then he had been taking opium for about two years while acid had just started about a week and a half before his mother died. Both of these helped him grieve; however, he got hooked during his grieving considering he didn't;t have to worry about being there for his mom any more. Now he wanted to quite he was far to deep and an emotional mess. Having hid behind the drugs to numb his emotions through the foster homes, the separations, the abuse, and now he quite. Not that he was some hobo or crack head looking. He hid it well and only used when he felt a true itching need that wouldn't interfer with his job as a masseuse. Getting tired of relying on his personal medication he moved all the way to Maine all the way across the states to get away from his usual life and begin rehab. He's relapsed five times in the last six months of therapy. Only problem is his body isn;t physically addicted to the drugs yet his mental state is and he tends to grow needy and very affectionate to the wrong type of people. The doctor es re looking forsomeone who he can live with who can give him he affection he needsyet keep him way from his drugs.
Personality: When he's using he doesn't usually have a personality. Considering the Acid puts him in a dream like state while the opium makes him pass out and his whole body relax to when he wakes up he's knot free. Yet after his sessions with the drug he's some what sociable, friendly if approached, and an over all laid back nice guy; however, when he's been with out either of the drugs for an extension of a month he becomes very dependant on rough people who seem to controle yet give him a strange seance of protection. His doctors soon learned he'd go to any male he's near for this needed affection if their the only ones he sees.
Not like clinging crying just very affectionate one might think of a...Sex kitten or just a very cuddly person depending on the situations. Once again the doctors learned quickly how to know ow his mood is going to be and attempt to keep all of his doctors females. Another one of his moods is high fear and a sense of anxiety when he's alone or alone with someone he's never met. This is within the first two and half months of being with out his drugs. Within the third or fourth he's much better, but easily wood or scared and relatively quiet
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Satoru was supposed to go out of the rehab today. To put it simply his doctors Amanda, Rya, and Dr. Rig didn't think he was making any progress with his constant relapsing so they decided maybe they could put his help into another style of help. This was one of the biggest no-no's of the rehabs rules well multiple rules. First allowing a patient into an "unstable" environment, then there was the fact they were not supervising the patient 24/7, and the biggest allowing a habit that should be helped instead of be used as treatment. This being him having a relationship. They had been planning this since the third month that Satoru had put himself in their hands. Since then they had a young man they had been introduced to he had a clean record from what they could find. They had been keeping in contact with the male and had explained the care the red headed boy needed and suggested that the other started to get ready for the boy to move in about half way into the fifth month shortly after his relapse. Today the red head was going home with the man and they hoped to god this would fix the amber eyed addict.
One thing that was on their side was that Satoru was rather "mush" minded his body fighting the with drawl so they hoped the transition would would be easier. They had all ready been explaining to the male what was going to happen and the game plan and what he needed to do two weeks before. Wile the doctors where prepping and talking to their young male Satoru was dressing and had a few of his belongings packed away in a suitcase. Long red hair was braided back into a loose braid that seemed to run down to his butt, his shirt was a long semi-oriental white/grey top and finished out by a light wash blue jeans and brown sandals. Even though he was slightly confused and his mind had slowed down he felt a strange urgency to look nice compared to his usual lazy outfits and thrown on cloths; however, this was much different. He was meeting someone who was supposed to help him and he was supposed to live with him either until he and his doctors felt he could live on his own, stay back in rehab and finished there or maybe eve stay with the male after he had finished his rehab.
Looking around his room of six months he didn't know how he would deal with being somewhere away from his comforting yellow and dark green room and his loving doctors who tried their hardest to help him. Guilt over took him once more. He never wanted to betray them, or make them take care of him for so long, but everything hurt to the point he was shaking and sometimes to the point he'd collapse and thoughts just wouldn't stop and give him time to think! He never even knew where he;d find the drug he'd just wake up somewhere (usually his room) feeling so good! Soon his moods where usually soured when a sour faced nurse came in with a disappointing sneer on her face. Sighing he picked up his suit case and laid back on his bed. His "person" was supposed to brought in any minute by one of the nurses and Dr. Rig was supposed to come in and make sure nothing was misunderstood. What confused him was what this person was supposed to be to him. When he asked the nurses gave him all different answers and his main doctors only gave him wishy washer answers so-so misty and unclear! Sitting up immediately when he heard the nock he put his suit case to the side and got up to open it.