MESSY.

[no one but me] [1/1]

"And I get a little bit Gangis Kahn~ don't want you to get it on with nobody else but me."

[name]
"You don't tell me you forgot, you jackass."
(Morgan Hamada)

[age]
"Well. ...it's nice to see how much you clearly care."
(26)

[sexuality]
"Would a straight man ever be dumb enough to date you?"
(Homosexual)

[species]
"Haha, you've gained a sense of humor since we were together."
(Human)

[occupation]
"Currently my job would be that of taking you out."
(White Collar Criminal. Thief, hacker and extortionist)

[strengths]
"I think you already know those."
(Crime, technology, sneaking around and pickpocketing, lying, strategy)

[hobbies]
"Hm...how ably destroying your life?"
(^^, any criminal activity, secretly knits away his problems...)

[weaknesses/fears]
"I have none."
(You, loosing power, you falling for someone else, you hurt, hurricanes and natural disasters, his obsessions, his jealousy)

[height]
(5'9")

[appearance]

(The first picture shows no tattoos bc he's really only got one on his right wrist, but often gets temporary or fake tattoos to throw of authorities)

[personality]
(Bitter, spiteful and extraordinarily sarcastic are the three best words to describe Morgan. He's the kind of person to remember that you stole his pen in highschool and kidnap your dog years later just to get back at you. He latches to the smallest of things, and with his picture clear memory it's hard to escape once he's decided your worth and your offense is bad enough for his time. He seems to take pleasure out of messing with people and generally being an ass to anyone who he remotely starts to enjoy the company of. It's how he shows affection in a way. He's very flippant and acts like he doesn't care about anyone's opinions however, arising about with confidence and a good but of leadership skills. Deep down though he does have a heart. A heart he'd be willing to give up to the right person and a heart that just wants to be treated with caution and love. Despite all his running around and exciting life of crime Morgan secretly just wants to start a family and live peacefully.)

[likes]
"Tormenting my enemies..?"
(^^, you, succeeding in crime, pasta, gaining power, hacking, law breaking, the color lavender, lazy Sunday mornings, cool gadgets)

[dislikes]
"Hmm that's a tough one, let me think- oh wait! -You."
(^^is true, police, cold nights, getting caught, being overly busy, you with other people, his own jealousy, loving you, the FBI, storms)

[backstory]
"It's none of your business anymore!"
(Find out~ all you know is he started crime at a young age)

[position]
"Give it a rest already. Unless you want your brains spattered on the wall behind you?"
(Seke)

[turn ons]
"Don't look at me like that, my flipping you off is the only answer I'm giving."
(Angry sex, passionate make outs, scratching, general roughness, pinning, grinding, oral, teasing each other, talking, dominance fight)

[turn offs]
"You."
(Bodily waste, threesomes, feeling dirty or unsafe, rape, most kinks tbh, smelling bad, being used)

[requirements]
-bisexual
-25 to 29 years old
-spy/government agent
-I'll play Amelia dw

[scenario]
You and Morgan's meeting wasn't an accident. At least, you learned it wasn't /after/. In the moment you just thought you'd been lucky to bump into a pretty guy who seemed to genuinely like you. You were young still, recently out of school and starting some of your first missions as a government agent. You thought getting with Morgan would be a nice break. And it was. You both got on well, dating for a number of weeks and sharing intimate and happy moments together. But that was all until you saw a picture of him at work- your boyfriend was a criminal. And had been for a long time right under your nose. Even though you cared for Morgan, you couldn't let this go. So you called the department on him, waiting outside the apartment as a team broke in to capture the criminal. You watched as he struggled, screamed and begged to be released, staring at you utterly heartbroken. You turned away. Later you heard he had escaped and for a brief second you hoped he was okay.
Later, you'd run into him again. And again. Meeting for a few seconds or minutes every time as he broke into things or caused trouble for you. He seemed to have forgotten you two had dated. But, cut two almost two years later and now you were the lucky one, getting married to a lovely girl named Amelia. On the day of your wedding things seemed to be going perfect, the people were there, the flowers were set and everything was excellent. Your wife to be strode down the isle, her dark hair covered by the veil until she was distracted by a small talking sound. Next thing you knew the whole room was under attack, masked men flooding in shouting and firing. You were grabbed and ripped away before you could see anymore, shoved to the back of the building into a small room where two men pointed guns at you. Before you could even demand an answer, the door swung open and Morgan walked in with that smug smile on his face, and a dagger in his gaze. "Too bad...it was such a nice and tacky wedding. Hello old friend~"

You...?