OOC:

Name: Nikk

Age: 18

Time zone: GMT

Activity level (1-10): 7 weekdays, 9 weekends

Anything admins need to know?: I was the anon that asked about not having twins, if that would be okay.

Character:

Character desired: Kurt Hummel

Character’s Age: 20

Character’s Occupation: Daytime- Shop clerk, Night- Exotic dancer/stripper.

Ships: Klaine(OPT), Kubastian, Kurtofsky, Kurt/male

Bio: Before moving to Vegas Kurt lived in a small town in Utah mostly populated by strict mormens. He kept himself firmly in the closet for both his own and his fathers safety until a close friend accidentally outed Kurt to himself by reading his diary and admitted that he, too, was gay. The two started a secret relationship to keep themselves from his families religious wrath knowing that his own, agnostic father would only be too pleased that his son had found someone to love. The relationship soon turned sour and abusive, physically, emotionally and sexually. Kurt found his innocence stripped away at age 15, pressured into drugs, alcohol and sexual acts he was neither comfortable with or ready for. After a year and a half of abuse, slowly becoming a shell of his former self, a quiet, timid boy that flinched at a hand being raised and learnt that sex meant nothing more than a way to apologise and for his partner to express his dominance over Kurt, his concerned father confronted him and found the scars of both self-mutilation and from his boyfriend. Convinced that he was in loved, and loved in return, Kurt refused to let his father firstly attack the other boy with a lead pipe and then get the authorities involved, coming to the compromise that he would move away with his Dad and never speak to the other teen again. However, in a state of Stockholm syndrome, Kurt refused to do just this once they had moved just inside the state of Nevada Burt was left with his only choice left being to send Kurt to a mental institute that he was praying would help bring him back the young boy he used to know.

Kurt quickly learned that his best bet to get out and “get back to his love” would be to play along, and did just this, becoming a fine actor and was released in a few months back to his father who had been assured his son has made a full recovery. Shortly after being released the teen scraped together all the money he owned and drove back to his small town Utah that, in his absence, had come to the knowledge of Kurt’s sexuality due to his ex and his name became mud, none of those he used to call friends could spare him a kind glance and Kurt was attacked and badly beaten. Coming to fear people and too ashamed of himself to go back to his father after the cold realization that the boy who stole his innocence hadn’t, as everyone had told him so the previous few months, loved him in the slightest Kurt fled to Vegas and currently lives in a small, fourth floor apartment, paying his way in the only way he knows how. By day the brunette works in a candy store as a cashier, but makes his main income from his night time workings as an exotic dancer in a male strip club, his innocence and porcelain like appearance meaning he has become rather popular with the male punters that come to gawk at their erotic shows. When he finds himself short on money, or in need for the feel of another being and to feel some kind of affection Kurt sells his body, deluding himself that having meaningless sex with strangers could substitute for love and a relationship, much like how it had been with his ex. Through his experiences the teen manages to keep up a somewhat plausible façade as a normal Vegas dewller but finds it extremely hard to trust people and is in bad habit of putting a large distance between himself and those he meets. Believing himself to be lacking in acceptable social skills and still being timid around company from the mental scars his ex-boyfriend has left him with Kurt finds his closest companion in a scrawny, stray black cat that can often be found sitting on his apartment’s  window-ledge begging for food and warmth and has become uncommonly protective of cats.

Sample Para: (From another RP) 

The news that not only would he have to give up his single room that the brunette had come to cherish but that he would find his new room mate in Blaine Anderson did not sit well with Kurt. He couldn’t recall a time of speaking or even seeing the other teen before a few days prior, but their relationship was already set in one of a kind of chase. It was flattering, really. Kurt had never been pursued or even…wanted before, so the idea that this dark haired boy was interested in some way, even if it was for reasons that made him uncomfortable, was one that made his cheeks darken and his stomach flutter a little. However, Blaine had already begun to show his colours and Kurt had taken a dislike he couldn’t shake, the blunt and almost patronizing manner he had with the fashionista made the brunette grit his teeth and have to force down a mouthful of profanities. That had become even harder while stood in the principles office being refused any sort of sympathy or resolution to the rooming situation and was quickly sent away angered, frustrated and a little hurt. His father had invested heavily in the schools charity events and Kurt was on a vast range of extra-curricular activities which none of the faculty members seemed to remember or care about. Downtrodden, the teen sent the other the message that their situation would remain the same and stormed back to his room to pack up his possessions and move them.

Kurt hadn’t actually realized the true extent of how much he owned at Rosemead and was forced to bring in the recruitment of his father - only too happy to spend time with his son while he spent so much time away at the boarding school - to both help move boxes to the floor beneath them and take some of his larger objects - the second wardrobe… television… - back to his house, cursing the curly haired teen once more for denying him his singular room and extra space. He’d told Blaine an hour, but now he was wishing he’d asked for more time. The minutes ticked away far too quickly and Kurt found himself standing in the centre of his new dorm room with his lip curled, choosing the side furthest away from the door but closer to the small en suit they would be forced to share. His bed was completely hidden under a bulk of clothes on hangers yet to go into the built in wardrobe, the floor littered with folders of work and photo frames, titbits that he liked to keep with him. Knowing that the other boy would be there shortly Kurt quickly, but carefully, stored them away in the small chest of draws pressed against the wall to be moved to a safer location when the other wasn’t in the area and instead threw open the wardrobe with the intention of filing his clothes neatly away and found that… there wouldn’t be a chance in hell he’d place a single article in the storage space without cleaning it first, wishing for nothing more than the comfort of his cashmere blanket and less a tight outfit.