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Ajax Troy

"Your staring is rather obvious~"

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a character in “Divided By Sin”, as played by poeticjustice8012

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Name:
Ajax Troy
ā€Itā€™s not the best name, but itā€™s uniquely me~ā€

Nickname:
Troy, Lust
ā€I prefer Troyā€¦ Easier for people to, ah, shout.ā€

Sin:
Your Sin: Lust
Favorite Sin: Envy
Least Favorite Sin: Gluttony
ā€Envy is rather jealous of meā€¦ Gluttony just wants everything.ā€

Age:
19
ā€Young, perhaps. Just wait until I can legally drink.ā€

Gender:
Male
ā€I know I have a feminine figure, but donā€™t doubt that I can be a pitcher as well~ā€

Sexuality:
Pansexual
ā€Lust is lust, after all.ā€

Love Interest:
None
ā€I donā€™t believe in love.ā€

Personality:
Troy is a total sex fiend. I mean, come on, you canā€™t say youā€™re surprised. Heā€™ll walk around in tight jeans, skimpy shorts, and pretty much anything he feels like. Heā€™s not just some guy youā€™d pick off the street, though. Heā€™s got some serious class, and he knows that being a total stud isnā€™t just about having a good figure and being good in bed (though heā€™s got both). When it comes down to it, heā€™s a flirt with more ways of teasing people than youā€™d think possible. Troy is a pretty creative guy, actually, and when heā€™s not making euphemisms about various activities, heā€™s probably painting or reading. Troy might be all about kissing and touching, but that doesnā€™t stop him from being good at other things, and enjoying his occasional time alone.

Heā€™s an amazing actor, however. He can be anyone he needs to be: innocent and young, smart and nerdy, devilishly handsome and totally out of reach; you name it, heā€™ll do it. In a way itā€™s something heā€™s developed in order to, ah, cater to various lovers over the years. When it comes down to deceiving people you wonā€™t find a better person than Troy. Because of this, itā€™s somewhat hard to tell what heā€™s actually like. But he does have a personality underneath it all. That is, underneath the flirting, teasing, and euphemisms about sex (in all ways possible), he does have an actual personality.

As far as all the Sins go, Troy dislikes killing the most. Heā€™s much more into getting cash and jewelry and things like that. Because of this heā€™s pretty much the groupā€™s personal con-man, inside informant, and anything they need. He likes deceiving people, playing with them in all ways possible, but he does get attached on occasion. Itā€™s rare, but when he does like people more than average, you can tell because he wonā€™t casually sleep with them. It sounds strange, but youā€™ll understandā€¦ Beside that, Troy can actually be quite nice to people when he wants to be, and he has a soft spot for young(er) children and can become quite protective sometimes, even if he doesnā€™t actually know the person in question.

When it comes to his friends, Troy will still tease and flirt with them constantly, but heā€™ll also do small things, like making sure their favorite food is in the fridge, or keeping the laundry and dishes clean. It seems odd, considering what he acts like, but he actually does most of the small things around the gang. Serving others is really the only way he can interact with people, so itā€™s not too bad. He shows his concern in strange ways, thoughā€”mostly by attempting to turn them on and then ā€œrelievingā€ them from their problem. His logic is all about taking someoneā€™s mind off of their situation and making them feel better physically rather than mentally. Itā€™s all he knows how to do.

ā€Come on, baby~ Donā€™t you want to come with me~?ā€

Clothes/Accessories:
Troy will wear almost anything, but generally he actually like tight, form-fitting things over skimpy clothes. He likes skinny jeans and T-shirts, but also will wear slacks and looser shirts when he has to. He knows he has a thin frame and will occasionally wear things purposely too big in order to make himself look more vulnerable (depending on his target). He has a habit of walking around the gang base in a French Maid Dress, just to see how the others react, but at this point theyā€™re so used to it itā€™s not too surprising. With pants, the only noticeable thing is that he always has a black leather belt with a silver buckle on it, whether or not he needs it.

Fears:
Troy is scared of commitment, someone saying they love him (seriously, not just while theyā€™re in the middle of sex or something), and actually having to worry about someone else. Basically, anything thatā€™ll make him responsible for another person. He also is scared that heā€™ll actually start liking someone, hence his constant messing around and teasing.

History:
Troyā€™s mother was a cheap, low-level prostitute that never wanted a son in the first. Still, she did know it was her duty to care for him, and most nights he went to bed having eaten at least a little, with clothes that might not completely fit him, in a small closet that had just enough room for him to curl up and cover his ears up so he wouldnā€™t hear his mother ā€œentertainingā€ her clients. As you could expect, he learned about sex and itā€™s various kinks very quickly, but his mother was surprisingly protective, as he grew older, making sure he never got the chance to actually experience sex himself. He was always a frail and small child, though, especially before his teens, because of a lack of good food, or food at all. When he turned fourteen, however, he made the mistake of wandering down the wrong alleyway and got kidnapped by one of his motherā€™s clients who deciding he swung the other way.

Blindfolded, tied up, Troy was taken in almost everyway possible. It took him six months, but finally he earned back his sight, and was able to actually walk around, though it made no difference since he didnā€™t know where he was and the man promised to kill his mother if he tried to escape. Unaware that his mother had actually died in the middle of a fire three months ago, Troy stayed, learning the tricks of the trade and even becoming a competent seme, though he was more naturally inclined to be uke. He didnā€™t like it, though, being a slave in all but name. He finally killed the man who did this to him, at age sixteen, but even as he stabbed him Troy knew that killing didnā€™t settle well with him.

Still, he was a good enough actor to be able to become known as the guy who could get anything he wanted, and eventually joined the Seven Deadly Sins gang under the name ā€œLustā€.

Theme Song:
Fuck Me Iā€™m a Celebrity

Other:
Troy will ā€œserveā€ to almost any kink, but his favorite, by far, is cross-dressing, especially in French Maid Dresses. He also can make a surprisingly good seme, despite his lack of height. Also, a point of interest: no matter how much he might tease, kiss, or grope any of the other Sins, he will not actually sleep with any of them. That doesnā€™t stop him from making jokes about it.
ā€Iā€™m good at everything~ā€

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So begins...

Ajax Troy's Story

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Character Portrait: Ajax Troy Character Portrait: Siber Chance Character Portrait: Valentine Slava
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Valentine Slava

Valentine had been lazing in his room quite comfortably. He really enjoyed laying in his bed under his snuggly covers. They were so warm and soft and... If he continued down that road, he would fall asleep again. What was wrong with that, again? His stomach gave a menacing grumble and he was reminded why he couldn't sleep. He was starving. The only reason he even stayed skinny, twig thin actually, was because he never took the effort to eat. Until it was necessary, of course. And this was one of those times. He groaned out loud. Why did his bed have to be so comfortable? Better yet, why did his body need food? Such a petty need.

Despite his unwillingness, Val shed his blankets to reveal a bare and skinny chest and grey track pants with a red logo up near the waist on the left side. They were well worn and highly comfortable, the best pants to lounge around in. Well, in his opinion. He had a large variety of other pants and sweats, but none ever felt as good as these. As these thoughts passed through his head, he had been sitting up on his bed, staring off. Until his stomach growled again, that is. That got him moving. He opened the door to his room, but took his time walking through the hall. He eventually made his way to the main room, where everyone else seemed to be. Oh, that couch just looked heavenly. He walked to it, sat at first, then shifted so he was laying, his feet sprawled out, unaware that they were all over Ajax. Not that he would have cared if he had known in the first place. He forgot his food issue and was just about to nod off...

That was, until Chance, Mr. Perfect, walked in the room declaring he was hungry. That set off Valentine's stomach to rumble like a thunder cloud yet again. But Val was determined to ignore it, ignore them all. But Chance was a persistant thing. "Hey! I'm hungry! Someone come with me to snag some food!" Val laughed at what Chance said. "You think that I of all people would get up and make you anythang? As if." Val scoffed. But Chance just kept going. He was not about to take no for an answer, was he? "After all, we'll need to be well nourished for my Big, Big Plans." Again, with the Big, Big Plans. Val wondered briefly if they would ever be told of these plans. Or maybe they had, and he forgot. He had a tendancy of doing that.

"Well, somebody better come with me. Boss's orders. Whoever comes with me gets their own dinner, too!"

Val groaned at the words. "But I don't wanna go." He announced and slid himself up into a sitting position. Only then did he realize that his feet had been on Ajax. Val gave him a sleepy smile. "Sorry 'bout that, sir. Didn' see ya there." He said in his typical southern drawl. No one was really sure where it came from, but it was there.

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Character Portrait: Kain Scott Character Portrait: Ajax Troy Character Portrait: Kylie St. Michael
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Kain Scott

Sometimes Kain really wondered why the fuck he put up with these lunatics. Then of course, he remembered that no family is perfect and wellā€¦fuck. He doesnā€™t love them. Just loyalty. Just that. And over-protectiveness. Hell yeah, no one messes with the ones heā€¦is loyal too without him fucking them up. Big time.

But at the moment. He wanted to strangle them all. Even the Boss. Hell all he wanted to do was strangle his Boss. As unlikely as it seemed, he was acting more like a child then ever. Why? Because he was mother fucking hungry.

Through half lidded eyes, Kain watched as Merrick got up, and headed over to the Boss, waiting for them to leave so he could go get food. Obviously the damn glutton would find him later and ask him to kill for food. Peachy. He knew what he did to them, but never once did the man dare to hurt his family, since he was a fucked up part of it, so Kain could give a ratā€™s ass. If the idiot ever decieded that Kain looked like a good mealā€¦well they would need to find a new gang member since Merrick would be either dead, or seriously mother fucking injured to the point he wanted to die.

A small movement caught his eye, walking into the room. Lust it seemed. Perfect. Rolling his now more closed then open eyes, Wrath leaned back against the wall, sliding into a sitting postion. Fuck he was tired. What the hell happened to him last night?

Getting Merrick foodā€¦killing a few people. God what made him so fucking sleepy. He felt like Sloth. And he really didnā€™t like that feeling. Lazy asshole. Tolerable, but fucking lazy as aā€¦sloth. No shit.

More talking lulled the beast to sleep, a happy place for him. Fairies danced and unicorns shit rainbows while bees flew in lazy circles and-. Kain snorted. He wasnā€™t tired. He was fucking delusional. Unicorns his ass. Fucking not real, mythical creatures. Bees; bugs right there. Kill ā€˜em all. But they made honey so he might let them live. Fairies werenā€™t real either; but then again they just might be. Like firefliesā€¦.

Yeah no. he needed to fucking sleep. Now. Or the god he could give less of a shit, struck him with something that made him speak everything that came to mind.

He shuddered. Scary shit right there. Ewā€¦random thought of girls. Aww, fucking gross. Thanks asshole God. Thanks.

But did fate, something else Kain didnā€™t believe in to begin with, let him sleep peacefully like he wanted? Ha, of course not. Fate was a bitch on her period 24/7 with horrid cramps and bipolar and most likely have way to many meds she took for her fucked up personality. No one would ever date her. Fate that is.

And she was going to get him for saying that. Not that he cared. He didnā€™t like her to begin with. But if she fucked with his familyā€¦he would find a way to fuck up Fate. Yeah, he was over-protective. But he was a hitman. His next job was always on his mind. Always.

ā€œWhy Val, if you wanted to get close all you have to do is ask~ā€ Lust spoke, quiet loudly if you asked Wrath. Fucking slutty piece of hotā€¦whatever. Fucking sleeping. No thinking of that damn Lust. Sex addict, kitten thing right there. How the hell could he do it.

Wrath knew that if someone ever touched him and he didnā€™t want them too their face would be smashed in and their heart would have stopped beating from the mere fear that he was pissed off. Waitā€¦wasnā€™t he supposed to be sleeping? Yeah, getting back on that.

He was just about to drift off into Dreamland, more like Neverland but thatā€™s not the point, when the rustle of clothing and a slightly not light weight settled across his lap and a pair of arms wrapping themselves around Wrathā€™s neck, loosely.

Great. Said slut was on his lap. Kain growled lowly, annoyed that his nap wasnā€™t going to happen. Fucking slutty brat-thing. Thatā€™s what Lust was. A cool, kinda hotā€¦right. Faking sleep. Letā€™s try that.

ā€œInterested in having a shower later~?ā€ the boy purred into Kainā€™s ear, making his eyes open fully, a slow maniacal grin forming across his face, ā€œI might invite Envy if you want to get interesting.ā€ At that Kain chuckled; loudly actually, sleep long forgotten.

With a very manly giggle/snort thing, Kain felt himself nuzzle Lustā€™s, commonly called Troy, neck and rumbled lowly, ā€œAw, but baby,ā€ he laughed again, ā€œI thought you said next time it was just gonā€™ be you anā€™ me. Hell Lust-boy, you promised me as I fucked you that next time would really just be you and me. Alone. I donā€™t want no Envy ruininā€™ our time together. Do you?ā€ With another snort Kain pulled away and flashed his pearly white, and sharp, teeth. Of course no such thing had actually happened. Kain wasnā€™t a mushy type of asshole, and Lust wasnā€™t clingy. They just tolerated each other.

Lust with sex, most times. Or teasing. Or pissing him off. And Kain with not beating his fucking face in every time said brat got him angry.

A shuffle of feet didnā€™t bother Kain, but the speaking of the devil, in this case it was Envy, drew his attention elsewhere beside Lust.

ā€œHas anyone see any-ā€ the kid tripped over nothing except his feet, landing with a harsh thud that caused even Kain to wince, [b]ā€œā€¦tape?ā€ he finished lowly, scowling.

Shifting Lust off of him, Wrath stood and pulled his playmate up along with him.

ā€œErr, sorry kid, I got nothing. Best o luck to ya though,ā€ Kain bent down to roughly ruffle the kidā€™s hair and turned to the rest of the group, smiling widely, ā€œIf ya guys hear any moaninā€™ or shouting. Itā€™s probably gonā€™ be Mr. Sex Kitten n I gettin it on. So just a heads up.ā€

With a loud, and to most really, really disturbing, laugh, Kain walked out the room with Lust.

When they were out of ear shot, Kain cast a glance over at the brunet, ā€œOi, were you just fuckinā€™ round or what? Cuzā€¦Iā€™m kinda fucking really tired.ā€