The Phantom's Case (Gladis)

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Name: Rain Blackmoore

Sex: Male

Age: 23

Height: 5'7"

Weight: 135lbs

DOB: Jan 9

Sexual Orientation: Demisexual

Romantic Orientation: Panromantic

Position: Bottom

 

Personality: Rain is a quiet sort of individual. Mostly keeping to himself, he's not super emotional and tends to bury any feelings he does have, often seeming quite stoic upon first inspection. He's extremely observational, however, easily picking up on social ques, noticing ticks, habits, and other such small details and taking extensive mental note of them. And, although Rain can seem a bit like a submissive pushover, he is extremely manipulative, and plays his cards to the best of his ability regardless of what hand he was dealt. When he can, however, Rain will speak his mind, isn't afraid to fight back or stand his ground, and tries his best to control whatever he can. So long as doing such wouldn't get him killed, that is...

 

History: Rain was born a GHOST--an illegal immigrant who, more often than not, are treated as less than human. Without any proper records, rights, or access to certain privileges that citizens had, GHOSTS seemed to not exist in the country's system at all. And, without any real laws set to protect them, Rain was a victim of human trafficking at a young age. Born with pretty features, his parents sold him for a high price, and he was seen more as valuable goods than a human being. However, due to his circumstances, he wasn't as horribly mistreated as he could have been. Not wanting to damage a pretty face, Rain was treated fairly well by his owners, and if he was punished or hurt--it never left a scar. When he was 19, Rain was purchased by a man who would become his third "owner"--Alexander Blackmoore. A wealthy and powerful man, Alexander was able to supply Rain with all of the needs of his previous owners, and more. Having Rain as an intimate partner and not just some exotic prostitute, the GHOST was able to gain some form of lesser citizenship through his relationship with Alexander. And, although Rain couldn't ever say he was in love with the man, he had grown a deep familiarity with Alexander and some other forms of closeness, even if he never truly felt at peace in his presence. It was better with Alexander than any of the other men he'd been with before, and Rain wasn't going to complain and make things worse for himself when he finally seemed to be in a good place.

 

However, a few years later after he'd first been "purchased" by Alexander, Rain was left completely alone in the world when his intimate partner had been brutally murdered. And, even worse, Rain is the prime suspect.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It didn't feel real. Part of him felt like the silly charade would all be over with soon enough, and he'd return home to see his partner spread out on the sofa, feet resting on the coffee table while his neck was cradled by the back of the seat. He'd return from home and undo his tie, tossing it lazily to the armchair before flopping down onto their bed, or maybe he wouldn't return at all that night but in the morning, Rain would see him in the kitchen with a glass of orange juice.

 

It didn't feel real at all.

 

But as they walked down to the interrogation room, a guard looming by either side with one hand on each of his shoulders, Rain was starting to sink into reality. His "partner" was dead. He'd been murdered. And although nobody had the evidence, Rain was, respectively, a prime suspect. He'd been closest to the victim, after all. Had enough reasons to do it. And he'd been the last one to see the man alive, as well as the first to see his corpse.

 

That, and there were a few other factors that came into play... things that Rain hadn't quite yet registered, but would surely come to light soon enough.

 

Chills ran down the young man's spine, one following the next as he seemingly grew increasingly on edge. Brought into the room, the young man was seated at the metallic table--a lamp offering muted light to the room. One wrist was handcuffed to the table--just in case. For all they knew, Rain Blackmoore was a murderer, after all.

 

Rain was quiet. The policemen--or, at least, that's what he assumed they were--were seated just across from him. Rain didn't know how this was going to go, but considering how he hadn't heard there'd been any other suspects, the creeping sensation that things weren't in his favor began to show in his body language. Muscles tensing slowly with every second, down-turned posture in his hands, and slightly slumped shoulders. But his expression was blank as he sat there, waiting for it to begin.

 

He didn't know what to say. He didn't know what to think. What to feel.

 

He'd let the others do the talking for now, as he still tried to grasp the situation. Nothing really made sense anymore, anyway. He didn't want to rush into things foolishly if he could.

 

Slowly, his calculating eyes glanced up at the men who surrounded him. The guards, the others seated just across from the table...