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HARLEY KANE LEEDS
FULL NAME: harley kane leeds.
NICKNAMES: har, kane, and to few Duke
AGE: Twenty - Six
GENDER: Male
SEXUALITY: Straight
STATUS: In A Relationship
GROUP: Citizen
GRADE: n/a
MAJOR: n/a.
JOB OCCUPATION: tattoo artistHAIR: dark, currently shaved down, when not shaved it's still kept shorter and combed.
EYES: brown
SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: scars cover his body from past years of drug use
TATTOOS: 3/4 sleeve on his arm here, "LOVE LIFE" on his knuckles, "Mum" on his outer wrist here and several others on his side, stomach and chest
PIERCINGS: none
PLAY-BY: Josh BeechLIKES:
Tattoos, Piercings, Food, Bacon, Cigarettes, Women with blue or green eyes, Drinking, Soft blankets, Hoodies, Cheetos, drawing, bars, parties, things that smell good, music, guitar, fish tanks, cartoons, video games, comic books, spring and autumn, wrapping paper, hand sanitizer, the zoo, pirates, old disney films, body modifications (other than tattoos and piercings), cleanliness
DISLIKES: most animals (they're dirty), poorly done tattoos, animal rights advocates (the extreme ones), low rider cars, ninjas, brown eyes, most films, foul smells, cartoons (newer ones), pop stars, the new disney channel, summer and winter, poorly wrapped gifts, people who don't wash their hands, new disney films, dirty people, scratchy blankets,
FEARS: Birds, Small dogs, Cats, being forever alone, and relapsing
SECRETS: Harley's biggest secret is that most of his income comes from dealing drugs, it's also a secret that he's terrified of birds, small dogs and cats
PERSONALITY: He's confident in himself and is certain on everything he does, he's generally a reliable person who's never late for work, or a meeting. Being brutally honest can get him into more trouble than it gets him out of trouble. If you have a problem though, Harley, is not one to go to as he's very unsympathetic and arrogant.
dependable, self-confident, reliable, creative, ambitious, enthusiastic, hard-working, sincere, socially independent
messy, intimidating, impatient, irresponsible, picky, rude, brutally honest, indecisive, spiteful, arrogant, selfish, unsympatheticFATHER: Charles Leeds & 45.
FATHER: David Leeds & 47.
SIBLINGS: Elliot Carlisle Leeds & 21.
OTHERS: Lilliana Moretti, 21 & Girlfriend
PETS: Valor Kingston & Addict
HOMETOWN: Fargo, ND
HISTORY: Harley was born in Fargo, North Dakota and quickly abandoned and left to the state. He grew up in an adoption agency, bouncing from Fargo to Bismarck to Detroit, where he spent the most time and finally to New York. He didn't make many friends and caused more trouble than he was worth. He was a bully to say the least. Harley picked on kids with more intelligence than him, he picked on kids smaller than him, and those without a mean bone in their body. He picked on and beat up everyone he could. He spent the most time in a Detroit foster home. He caused the most trouble there getting involved with gang members and drug dealers. He got his first taste of heroin there, when he was thirteen. They shipped him to rehab and then eventually at 15 to New York where he was adopted by David and Charlie. They took him in despite his addiction and vowed to help him. He used drugs until he was twenty-three when he finally decided he needed to turn his life around or he was going to die. Once in recovery and out of rehab he got a job at the tattoo parlor in New York City but that didn't keep him out of the drug world. He started dealing to make more money and very quickly found himself dealing to old friends, one that included Valor Kingston
YOUR ALIAS: Riley
RULE WORDS: kidnappedbykim
WHERE YOU FOUND US: PB Support
SAMPLE:There wasn't any stopping Tyler once he got in the door. He lifted the barely conscious Mykael over his shoulder, and carried him to the basement where his buddies were playing cards, and smoking pot. Mykael's head was spinning as he listened to the guys pile together, winner of their card game got to go first. Mykael was placed on the cold, cement floor of Tyler's basement, where he'd lay until the card game was finished. He inhaled the smoke from the pot, wafting from the other side of the basement. He reached up, for something, unable to grab hold of anything. Unable to grasp anything he had a hold of his shirt now. He took security in the feeling of the worn cotton. Oh man, The game had been tossed already, and one of the bigger guys won. Mykael looked up at him, the sinister grin cast across the shadowed face of the Russian looking man scared Mykael, these men were all going to take turns on the young boy, which, had he been sober, Mykael would have thought pathetic.
The male was large, and well endowed, and that became apparent to Mykael much too late, the clothing was practically ripped off of him, and the deed started. A grunt from Mykael, as he tried to keep quiet, while accepting the man. Mykael's wrists were pinned down by the larger man, he'd come to learn was called Vlad. Fear coursed through Mykael's body as another card game went on while his body was being ravaged on the cement floor. Mikey knew that no matter how bad this got, it would be much worse when they left and Tyler was the one on top of him. One, by one the card game was won, eliminating a player each time. Four men, one boy, one cement floor. By the end, when the fourth man done, Mykael's mind was gone, his body numb and his back ripped open from being rubbed along the cement floor.
None of this experience had been exciting for Mikey, not at all. The four men, paid Tyler who would later pay Mikey. Of course, this would happen after Mikey had a shower. Tyler wasn't fond of filthy territory. Mikey picked up his clothing, holding tight to the hooded sweatshirt Carter had bought for him, as Tyler picked him up and carried him to the bathroom, where he was told to clean up. Mykael did so quietly and quickly, trying to avoid getting his back wet, as the water stung the open wounds. Tyler waited for him, in the guest room. Mykael knew the drill. He wrapped himself with a towel, put his clothing on the floor in front of the bed, towel dried his hair as best as possible and sat on the bed, feeling beyond disgusting. By now, the effects of his heroin were dwindling. Tyler came in with a case of beer, handing one to Mykael, telling him to drink up. Mykael looked wearily at the case, frowning. Anything to make him forget this by morning. He drank, until he was totally smashed, and you'd know he was smashed, when he started the final lust party of the night with Tyler, climbing on him, kissing him, touching him.
Tyler would come around to dominate, once he got rowdy. A violent, heated lustrous scent filled the air, maybe it was just the booze. Tyler stripped down, now the two of them, bare naked in the guest bedroom. Mykael was thrown back onto the bed, being touched lightly all over his body. Light gasps came from being touched so lightly, it was like, a tickle. Tyler would go down on Mykael first, unlike any of the others, maybe that's why Tyler created the messiest situations. Tyler decided it time to move on, placing Mykael's hands on his groin. Mykael knew what to do, and he watched, sort of, Tyler's face light up in desperation as he got harder. When Tyler felt it a good time, he pushed into Mykael, who couldn't much feel anything but blood trickling from his back wounds.
With a hard, and powerful thrust from Tyler, Mykael suddenly felt that surge he had before, it was pleasant but it was painful at the same time. Mykael's nails, or what he had of them, dug into the shoulders of Tyler. Tyler really got into this, if observed by someone who didn't know about Mykael, this would look like passion, like hot passion. Tyler's body fluids, made it just about everywhere, which Mikey wasn't sure how happy he was about that. It was all said and done, the pain, the lust, the drugs, the booze, it was all wrapped into one night. Mykael's numb body fell asleep just as he did, Tyler leaving and going to his own bed. The pillow, Mykael's head was on, was soft.
In the morning, Mykael barely wanted to move, having the "road rash" on his back was all too painful. He'd have to suffer through it. He got up, and put on his now clean clothing. Tyler had washed them last night, leaving the great deal of cash in Mikey's pants pocket. Mykael crept from the room with his clothing on now, as he pulled his hoodie over his head he looked around for Tyler, who must have been still asleep. Going out the front door would wake Tyler, so Mykael crept through the guest bedroom window, and took off towards home. Mykael was hungry though, and running hurt his body. It was actually more of a fast walking, with a slight limp kind of thing going on.
He'd have to wait a few days before getting together with Katrina, besides, she got to hang out with Carter, that was cooler then being with him. He stopped in, at a coffee shop and bought tea, toast and some scrambled eggs which only ran about three dollars, which right now, was nothing for Mikey. Being a prostitute had it's ups but mostly it was just downs. When he finished, he paid, went by Kat's house slipping twenty dollars into her mailbox, with a napkin wrapped around it that said Nice Try in black ink. After he delivered her 20 dollars back to her, he went back to Tyler's house. Being at Tyler's sucked but he didn't mind it after a while. By the time he got back to Tyler's the front door was unlocked for him, with a note on it, claiming Tyler'd gone to the store to get some things.
Mikey walked in, as the note had told him, and went and crawled back into bed. He slept well then, he slept amazingly in the bed. It was warm and soft, it was the most common thing that people took for granted, and it was the thing Mikey wanted the most. A warm place to sleep for a kid like Mykael, was the best thing in the world, and a bath couldn't compare. When he'd woke up it was 4:30 in the evening, and Tyler, was still awkwardly no where to be found. Mykael didn't care, as long as he wasn't being harassed by the big git. He went into the kitchen and dialed Kat's number from the house phone. He sighed as her machine picked up. "Hi Kat. Um...I was just calling, to tell you that I'm alive, and Hi. I'll see you Monday right? oh..um.. Hi Carter...cause I bet you're there. -laugh-" Mykael hung up the phone, quite embarrassed about leaving her such a bogus message.
When Tyler came home, it was late and Mikey, unbelievably had crawled back into bed, he was asleep until he heard the whispers of Tyler and Shawna. He woke up for a brief minute only to say hello to Shawna and Tyler, who hissed at him to go back to bed. Mykael did, and he tried to sleep through the night but Tyler took him to the basement, for a quick fuck. Tyler claimed it was because Mikey got paid more then enough and he'd stayed here for the two nights. Mykael pretended to understand the logic but when he couldn't express the emotion Tyler was looking for, Tyler smacked him around, shoving him to the floor and kicking him. What could he say? Tyler just didn't turn him on anymore, unless he was drunk, or high. With Tyler beating the shit out of him, he stayed quiet, as not to clue in Shawna. Mykael tried to sit up, only to have his head kicked to the ground, where his skull rebounded of the floor. The crack to the head gave him a splitting headache, and a not so dashing head wound. The side of his head, in his hair line there was a tear in his flesh, where blood drizzled slowly out of it.
When Tyler gave up, he went to bed with Shawna. Mykael could hear them having sex as he walked up the basement stairs. With a bleeding head wound, and a shaking body, he escaped the house again, going to Kat's house. Mykael was dizzy as he walked, finally making it across the quadrant to Katrina's. Knocking at the door he fell to his knees, pleading silently for an answer, blood still creeping out of that gash on his head.
