•"You bring out the worst in me."•

•[name]•
"You know it's Larson, sir. Don't you?"

•[age]•
"Are you alright...?"
(20)

•[sexuality]•
"Sir, you know that I love you..."
(Homosexual)

•[occupation]•
"I'm concerned, did you hit your head?"
(Works for you~ and as a librarian when allowed)

•[hobbies]•
"Oh...you're trying to trick me again, aren't you?"
('Dirty work' messing with people, weaponry, working with knives, whatever you say, being a fucking statist, cooking)

•[appearance]•

(Thank you bb GetOverItOkay for pictures! <33 )

•[height]•
(5'9")

•[likes]•
"You, of course sir."
(^^, blood, adventure, inflicting pain, being in control or obeying, knives, rope, attention, making food, sex, adrenaline)

•[dislikes]•
"Whatever you don't like."
(Police, getting caught, you upset or angry, his past family, not getting what he or you want, feeling unloved)

•[personalty]•
(Larson is generally pretty timid and seemingly innocent. He's the most loyal creature in the world if he likes you and to those people he cares for he's a pure angel. Doting and giving his all to them like they're his entire world; since they are. He'd even die for the few people he loves and he doesn't seem to care all that much if they love him back, though he defiantly craves and demands a lot of attention. To anyone not those he loves though; he can be an icy cold brutal machine. He has no problem with gore and doesn't know what the word chill even means. He'll attack first ask questions later with a fiery, passionate revenge and aggression. He's got two personalities; one sweet and one bitter. And when he's bitter he gets what he wants no matter what. And it's starting to seem like this side of him is showing more and more over his less dominant side...)

•[weaknesses/fears]•
"L-Losing you..."
(^^, being abandoned or used by you, getting caught, guilt, recklessness, insanity, getting shot, mild multiple personality disorder)

•[strengths]•
"Whatever you command I will do with my best."
(Sweet talk, obedience, fearlessness, giving or getting torture, standing pain)

•[position]•
"I'll do what you say...I'm your...woman."
(Seke. Either a huge uke or extreme seme there's no inbetween)

•[turn ons]•
"You...sir."
(^^, pain, feeling loved, pinning, biting, roughness, grinding, bondage, bit if blood, control (either by him or you), hair pulling, commands, toys, eh he's kinky)

•[turn offs]•
"I'll do whatever you want, remember?"
(Bodily waste, daddy kink, gentleness, feeling used after, necrophilia)

•[backstory]•
(Larson had a tough home life; with a father who often got drunk and took it out on him and his mother. The beatings were frequent and brutal, enough to scar the child and get him started on the path to insanity he would soon travel down. One night however things got even more serious than ever, as the blows came down on him his mother stepped back in front of her son to protect him. The ten year old just wanted the screaming to stop, so he rushed to the kitchen and retrieved a knife- ready to save his mother. Larson didn't even remember the event, the memory a blur of red and a ringing in his ear before his mother yanked the boy off the man. His father didn't die from the wounds, but was severely injured and taken to the hospital. There was where the abuse was finally told to the police and it seemed that Larson and his mother were finally free. After a few years on their own, his mother found another man she liked and started dating a butcher. That was where a young teenage Larson learned the art of knives and how to wield them. But that wouldn't come in handy now, especially since his mother always yelled at him about his obsession. Everything was okay until they heard his father had been released from jail. It didn't end well either; Larson determined to save his mother since they were sure the man would be after revenge. With his knives, Larson ventured out and searched for the monster that was his father- but had no luck. He couldn't find his father anywhere. It wasn't until he returned home to the sight of police lights and people carrying out a dead body. That night, he disappeared, knowing he was alone in the world without the only person he had latched onto to love. He wandered, surviving best he could with brutal methods until he found his savior.)

•[relationship]•
"Do we really mean nothing to you?"
(One with you, so he hopes)

•[requirements]•
-Complete psychopath/sociopath
-manipulative
-dom Seke
-follow scenario
-older

•[scenario]•
You'd found Larson pretty young, just a nineteen year old kid in desperate meet of someone to take care of him. He'd nearly killed you in an alleyway while you were doing you usual patrol for various crimes and you instantly thought you could use his skills to your advantage. With your natural gifts and not a hint of fear at his switch blade, you convinced him to come with you home to get washed up. From that point he's been your most loyal servant.
You were used to servitude though, as someone known all around in the streets as a killer assassin, master thief and all around business man of crime. But Larson was special; you had allies but never a direct servant like him. He lived with you, and every day he seemed to grow more and more attached to you, willing to kill if you commanded. Which you did from time to time, and actually took a bit of a liking to him. But in more of a way a person looks at their pet then a lover like he thought. You used him when you needed or wanted, for jobs, sex, housework, and he seemed content.

But recently you notice he's acting strange; getting more and more distant from you with every little interaction you have. You brush it off; after all you don't have feelings like him and with your twisted mind you didn't bother to empathize. You'd regret this though. One night, you came in late from a particularly tricky job full of torture and information swapping you were ready to call it a night. But when you glanced around the busted house you called home, there was no Larson to be seen. You were suspicious, stepping inside and calling his name. But it was too late as you turned a corner, your loyal servant jumping you and shoving a foul smelling cloth drenched in cloriphobm into your face. Struggle as you might, you couldn't stop the black spots from clouding your vision as you slipped backwards into unconsciousness.

When you woke up again, your head was pounding and it was hard to open your eyes. Blinking, you glanced around to noticed you were in the basement, the lights dim and dark as ever as you squinted around, tugging at the bonds tightly holding down your wrists. You pulled on them, shaking the chair you were tied too but stopped the second you heard Larson's voice in the dark. "You taught me how to tie people, remember? There's no escaping." He emerged into the light, swinging a knife in his hand, his expression cold. "I'm done with how you treat me. You're going to learn from me now. Sir."

You...?