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Lenas Peterson


This was not nice, not nice at all. Lenas was normally an incredibly shy, modest man - as one could tell from the fact that the clothes he wore covered just about every inch of his skin - so being forced to be stand around naked was not fun in any way. It was bad enough to be naked in front of eight, nine people. Soon he'd have to stand in front of the entire world. Just the mere thought of that sent him trembling, a furious blush on his face.

Luckily enough, or perhaps unluckily enough for him, his face was coated in such a thick layer of white foundation that not a single hint of blush showed through. Apparently, the HAM were trying to make him go for the 'vampire' look, and were currently coating every visible inch of his body with the same white foundation, turning his skin into a shade of porcelain white. Lenas tried not to focus too much on what they were doing, especially as they got to the lower regions of his body, and instead tried to concentrate on the hands tugging at his hair.

Finally, they appeared to have finished with him, and were moving onto the next contestant. Lenas felt like someone had put him into a suit of itchiness and pain. The foundation coating his skin certainly didn't look bad; in fact, it looked like it was his real skin and gave him a fairly gorgeous appearance, but, yeesh, it itched like the bite of a thousand mosquitoes. And then his hair. He wasn't quite sure what they had done to the black strands, apart from coating it in a few hundred pounds of moisturizer to give it a silky, shiny appearance. Judging by the constant tugging pain he felt on his skull, Lenas presumed they had styled in a set of elaborate braids. He couldn't quite tell, considering there were no mirrors there.

His eyes had been outlined in heavy eyeliner and eyeshadow, making the pale brown hue of his irises stand out and shine with an orange glow. His lips had been lined with a pale, rose-coloured lip gloss, making them shine but not actually colouring them. By now, Lenas was quite positive that he was wearing more make-up than all of the other contestants combined. He was relieved that his make-up at least looked nice on him and enhanced his beauty, as well as the fact that it helped give him the dark sort of look he was shooting for.

He sighed at the five-minute warning call. Five minutes until he had to enter complete hell. How lovely. He could feel his pulse racing, and was almost trembling with terror and nervousness, but still pushed back his shoulders, making his posture impeccable once again. Lenas thanked his acting skills; now it would be difficult, perhaps even impossible, to tell that he was completely terrified of going out onto the runway. Now he looked calm, courageous, and perhaps even a touch arrogant. He looked like someone ready to win this competition.