SAGE, vital larkane

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r e m i n d s m e o f y o u. s o m a n y t h i n g s i s h o u l d n 't h a v e m i s s e d. t h e m o r e t h a t i p u s h,
and the more you resist. it's easy to say it's for the best when you want more while you leave me with less.[/color][/font]

Full Name:

[/color] Vital (pronounced: VIH-tall) Larkane Sage.
Nicknames: Vi, Tally, Sage.
Age: Sixteen.
Birthdate: December 14th.
Sexuality: Omnisexual.
Gender: Female Male.
Problem: Other (personality disorders).
Grade: Freshman.
Clique(s): Butterflies, Others.
Classes:

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i know you're fine, but what do i do ?[/i][/color][/size][/font]
i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e, a n d t r y i n g, w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g
like a babe beside him. i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Height:

[/color] 5’4”.
Weight: 135lbs.
Hair Color: Blond.
Eye Color: Grey.
Notable Features: Ears and naval pierced.
Play-By: Kesha.
General Description: Contrary to popular belief, Vital is a boy. He does, however, appear to be a woman by his more feminine features and his chosen style of dress. Vi always wears girls shirts, girls jeans and shorts, and even skirts and dresses. He’ll wear heels just as often as he’ll wear tennis shoes, and then there’s the added factor he’s learned how to throw his voice so he sounds like a slightly more hoarse girl. On the shorter side, the fairly toned boy seems even more feminine simply because of his short stature. Armed with a charming smile and a wicked smirk, some days Vi can appear to be your best friend, other times he’s your worst enemy. [/justify][/blockquote][/size]


and i know you see me, and you're making it ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
l o o k s o e a s y. w h a t c o m e s a n d g o e s, i 'd g o w i t h o u t. i k n o w y o u 'r e f i n e b u t w h a t a b o u t
fallout , fallout , fallout, through the fallout. fallout, fallout, through the fallout. well now there's him,[/color][/font]

Likes:

[/color] Boys with tattoos, girls with piercings, going out to parties, Smirnoff (in raspberry please), the look people give him when they find out he’s a boy, BDSM clubs, controlling people, being controlled, his trusty knife, blood.
Dislikes: Preppy people in general, school, cheap alcohol, being bored, waiting, being lied to, knock-off clothing, overly clingy people, being told “no”, getting drugged.
Strengths: Manipulation, acting sweet and innocent, throwing his voice to sound feminine; basically, deception. Photography and blades are a strength as well.
Weaknesses: Can't swim; vain; poor speller and at math; physically small.
Fears: Being forgotten; being alone.
Disorders: Narcissistic personality disorder (NPD) and Sadistic personality disorder.
General Description:

• S W E E T. Vital can be a sweetheart, always smiling and seemingly caring about the people around him. He listens to peoples’ problems and offers them the best advice he can. He’s a good friend to have, really, someone who will always care and show support. He’ll do just about anything for his friends, to be honest. Well, that is as long as they don’t annoy him.
  
  
• D E C E P T I V E. That whole “sweet” thing? It’s totally a ruse. He wants to get people to trust him, to care about him, to feel close to him. He’ll do anything to get it too. There isn’t much that Vi won’t do to keep his little sweet, innocent, “girl” act going. He uses the fact that he appears to be a girl to his advantage. After all, who would ever believe the sweet, caring party “girl” would be someone just itching to make your life a living hell?
  
  
• P E R S U A S I V E. Vital has this way of making people bend and twist to his will. He studies people, learning what makes them tick, their likes and dislikes, their strengths, and their weaknesses. All of these things he’ll use to help win his case, whatever it may be.
  
  
• A R R O G A N T. The boy doesn’t think he’s better than you. He knows it. While he might be smiling to your face, chances are he’s really sneering at you internally. Nobody is ever really worth his time, though a few people tend to get close. Vi doesn’t like to be proved wrong, and he vary rarely ever is. After all, he knows more than practically everyone. Plus, he’s gorgeous enough that he can get any guy or girl that he wants. His arrogance is often visible in his cold, gray eyes.
  
  
• M A S O C H I S T I C. The boy is diagnosed with a sadistic personality disorder, but at the same time he’s known for masochistic tendencies. As much as he loves messing with people body and mind, he loves when he can find someone just as twisted if not more, someone who can mess with him like he was nothing more than a toy. Of course, that’s only as long as the person proves to be fun. Once he gets bored, well, then it’d all just depend on the situation.
  
  
• V I O L E N T. Vital has been known to leave a wake of destruction everywhere he goes. The boy has slight anger issues, but for the most part, he just likes to see people suffering. Nothing gives him greater joy, well, almost nothing. He keeps a rainbow butterfly knife hidden on his person at all times, just in case he should need it. When he gets mad, he’s in your face and you know it. His typically cold eyes seem almost cruel when he gets into one of his moods. He’s got some slight pyromaniac tendencies, but not enough to classify him as a pyro. It’s not the fire he enjoys so much as the destruction. He’d enjoy it just as much if it were him taking a baseball bat to someone’s kneecap… again. Those were “good times”.

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and now there's me. the secrets you give ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
a n d t h e s e c r e t s y o u k e e p. a n d n e v e r t h e l e s s, i t 's n e v e r y o u l e t. t h e m o r e t h a t i g i v e
and the less that i get. don't tell me to fight, to fight for you. after this long, i shouldn't have to[/color][/font]

Mother:

[/color] Chantalle L. Sage, 37, deceased.
Father: Phillipe V. Sage, 39, mechanic.
Siblings: N/A.
Pets: N/A.
Other: Rainbow Brite
History: Vital Larkane Sage would grow to hate his name almost as much as he despised his mother. It was a ridiculous name. At least, he guessed, it was original and in time it would become more of an asset. It was a rather feminine sounding name, after all. Phillipe and Chantalle were blissfully married. They had an amazing life, as did their spoiled rotten child. Vi was constantly praised and gifted with things for no reason as he grew up. He never went without anything materialistic. If he wanted it, he got it. He grew up being told he was always right, no matter what, that the world was in his hands, and that everyone was like clay waiting for him to mold. They were right, after all. Vital would later come to agree even if he hadn’t understood it when he first started to hear it.

By the time little Vi was enrolled in elementary school, Mr. and Mrs. Sage were already starting to wonder if there was something… well, wrong with their little boy. He was generally really sweet, but then he could turn around and just be flat out mean for no reason. Vital was often in trouble for fighting with the other students and taking their toys if he wanted it, and he always threw a fit when he got into trouble. It wasn’t fair, he’d scream. It was his because he wanted it. Did they not get that? Obviously not. After too many trips to the principal’s office, it was decided by Chantalle and Phillipe that maybe it was time for them to switch Vital’s schools. He got enrolled into a stricter, private school a few towns over and the family moved to be closer.

There Vital remained until middle school, when he was transferred again. One of the students upset him, though the story as to what exactly happened wasn’t clear. The boy that had picked on the, by that point, already feminine boy for looking like a girl, and Vital had shut the boy’s hand in the lid of his desk, purposely attempting to crush the bones in his hand. Of course, Vi insisted through his tears and sobs that it had been an accident, that he couldn’t figure out why the other boy had just started screaming.

High school was something else to the blond “girl” that stepped into the hallway of “her” new school. Sweet and innocent Vi was quick to make friends, all smiles and giggles. A few people wondered about his true identity because he was still learning how to throw his voice and different “girl” mannerisms and such. He enjoyed it, though. It was becoming almost a game to him. The boy was supposed to be a sophomore the year the “Event” happened, but he was still a freshman because he was too busy on his “social life” to go to classes or do his homework. All the while, the boy was picking out who he was going to take down first. The Queen Bee, of course, would become his first goal. She would have no idea what was coming to her. Nobody ever did figure out who had beat her up and pushed her down the stairs, and the unconscious girl couldn’t tell a soul who had hurt her. Vital made extra sure of that when he made a late night trip into her room. She never did wake up.

Vi’s mother immediately blamed him when she found out that the girl had passed on in the middle of the night. Vital got pissed off and a fight broke out between the two of them, though he didn’t dare take a swing at his mother, especially not when she had some alcohol in her system to put a little more pack into her punch. He’d witnessed his mother decking someone while drunk before and didn’t particularly like the idea of being hit by her. That was simply all kinds of “no”. Vital simply stood there and fumed as she called him a freak and psychotic. She threatened to call a psych ward because of stuff she’d read in his journal. Of course, Phillipe was at a “business meeting”, which was really just code for banging his secretary at a hotel, that night and wouldn’t return until very late, so he didn’t hear a word of it. That suited Vi just fine, though. It meant he could finally start the plan he’d been making since his parents had stopped catering to his needs.

That night, after Chantalle had gone to pass out in her bedroom, Vi slipped in quietly. His long hair was tied back and he was wearing a pair of gloves. A smirk tugged on his glossed lips as he crossed the darkened room. This wouldn’t have happened if they’d just continued to do what he wanted, but, no. They finally had to go and grow a backbone and that would just not settle with Vi at all. He carefully took her pillow and used it to smother her as she slept, smirking still as his cold, almost dead gray eyes watched her fingers twitching a little until everything just stopped. He then returned her pillow to where it had been, patted the side of her face, and then grabbed his father’s pillow to shake loose hairs or whatever onto the pillow near her head. He was confident in the knowledge that his own clothes had been cleaned of hairs so that his own would not be left anywhere near the bed if there was any in the room at all. And, his own father could vouch that Vi had been in there that morning to borrow a top from his mother.

Of course, his plan didn’t quite work out when his father didn’t return home that night at all. He’d had car troubles and had ended up staying at the hotel with multiple people to vouch for him. That meant that the only person that had been in the house was Vital, which only left one suspect when there were no signs of forced entry. The boy that had just failed freshman year a second time was charged and arrested before being evaluated by some of the top individuals in the psychological field. Vital was deceptively sweet and cooperative until he lashed out at the man that was questioning him. It was decided that the teen needed help to manage a couple personality disorders and his anger issues. Not knowing where else to send the boy that would be repeating his freshman year though he should’ve been a junior, he was enrolled in St. Helena's, and the school became the boy’s new playground.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


i know you're fine, but what do i do? i know ,[/i][/color][/size][/font]
y o u 'r e f i n e, b u t w h a t d o i d o? i 'm a w a k e a n d t r y i n g w h i l e y o u 'r e s l e e p i n g l i k e a
babe beside him.i'm on the ledge while you're so god damn polite and composed.[/color][/font]

Alias:

[/color] Alice.
Age: 22.
Time Zone: CST.
Other Characters: ...
Code Words:... This is my last one, I swear.[/justify][/blockquote][/size]


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