Author Games: Red Room

St. Judas Eight: Dionysus

Name: Dionysus {Named after the God of pleasure, passion and wine} however, those who knew him as a child, simply called him Joseph.

Sex: Male

Age: 18?

Physical Appearance: Always dapper and always dashing, even when he's lying on his back with his legs in the air. His suits are always meticulously ironed and pressed, with the perfectly combined colour palette and design.

His hair is long enough to intertwine in fingers, with its dusty blonde locks the only part of him which falls in a messy array over his innocent brown eyes.

Skin which has been groomed to perfection, Dionysus spends hours a day, soothing his skin with cleansers and moisturises and hating the few freckles which mar his skin, however, there is nothing he can do to rid himself of his brown spots.

Body firm enough to withstand the roughness of his clients, the boy spends many hours in the gym, working on both his muscle mass and agility ready for his job during the night, and the early hours of the morning.

Personality: His boss wants him to be shy, and retiring; to open the door with a blush on his cheeks and an innocent shine in his eyes, to talk in a soft, husky whisper and a submissive manner. Dionysus can be these things when the situation arises. He knows how good he looks on his knees.

However, his true self is less shy and more flamboyant. His laughter is rambunctious and his voice is laced with the harsh accent of cockney. His body, still graceful often will shake with panic, curled up in the corner with nightmares in his eyes.

Background: There is nothing in his past which gives a horrifying reason to what he does, he was normal, as normal as one can be as an only child. He went to school, as did many of us. Dionysus didn't fall into the wrong crowd, nor did he begin to drink or smoke.

He became a student and needed something to make his own way in the world. So he turned to the job he is now in, and soon found he couldn't get out, not that he minds it.

Other: His mother and father don't know what he does when he visits he often will blame the gym or even that one time, mugging to explain the bruises on his body and around his throat.