NAME : TIAN LOU.

CODE NAME : RUM.

AGE : 30.

GENDER : MALE.

DOB : SEPTEMBER 26TH, 1990.

ORIENTATION : PANSEXUAL.

OCCUPATION : UNDERCOVER FBI.

( SIDE JOB ) : STRIPPER.

HEIGHT : 6’2.

WEIGHT : 194 LB.

FAV(S) : CHATEAU LEFITE 1787, SLEEP, CASH.

DIS(S) : CRIMINALS.

PERSONALITY:

As a man of justice, he's quite strict and cold–hearted, cannot blame him, a well-trained FBI has to accomplish even the smallest flies. Lou's known for lacking of communication, usually the man prefers to stay quiet, not to be mentioned about some moments he gets pushed for ruining works or missions. Of course, he feels pressured and terrified, but such pride cannot weaken him as a piece of noodle. Smile? Lou does, only when he spots his favorite wine and animals; plus, while he's on mission or capturing criminals. Strongly this undercover FBI has fulfilled the hatred towards bad people, the reason — shall be told at his background.

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APPEARANCE:

Lou is born with natural silky black hair, he tends to have them as long as he can, the delight whenever chances of brushing them always cheers him up. Nevertheless, that was all about the past Lou, may said 23, while he got his first footstep into the Justice area. Hereafter, an incident leads an enormous nightmare and trauma to his cranium, lengthy stygian curtain is no longer a favorite of Lou. Trim, cut, or even shave, prohibits the growth of them. Fetching over his physique, everyone in the office always admires and compliments about his ( six-packs ). Well, most of the free times often belongs to the gym or exercise. Furthermore, viridescent hues always flickers a gazes of some sort of predator, black panther? As one company has chirped into Lou's ear once they have to lurk under the protection of darkness.

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Tian Lou was born in one of the largest whorehouse, to be more specific, his parents left him in front of where it was once the province of disreputable red-light districts. Heavily the weather rained and almost flooded on a par with above ankles, lightings versus thunderstorm competed against each other to have its victory for frightening the mewling child whom got abandoned pathetically. Fortunately, Lou was adopted by the house's owner, also known as the undefeated beauteous of BOURBON TOWN. Though they were called filthy and such terms, he never once considered those people there as outsiders or pity. Grateful would be how he feel, was raised carefully by "Mother", Lou swore to protect the town with its people at all cost. Even though, he always refused to listen about his blood–family, but the truth was: afraid, scare, or fright.

Time passing by, Lou grew up to be the most trustworthy man of BOURBON. Dreams came true, he enrolled this enormous and well-rated university of justice and successfully became a police. Nevertheless, since the chairman, whom was sometimes described as a man or woman, tall or short, blind or lost one eyes. Back to the story, Lou got moved into another section, undercover FBI, danger above danger, wasn't a coward, he immediately accepted the offer despite such worries coming from his family and transported to live in Macau. Schemed through various of surviving bullets and blood, Lou achieved the chairman's trust effortfully.

Unfortunately, while he trapped himself in training camp, one of the shiniest (to Lou) guy approached him, thought he was considered annoying and talkative, not even once that sunshine had left Lou's side. Mao was the name, a Chinese company somehow easily broke the thickness shield surround breezed-heart, they became best friends. Times stacked up feelings, moments built up relationship, two innocent birds not knowing how to clear such heavy chains upon their head nor heart. Ah, Mao once chirped about how smoothly and gorgeous Lou's lengthy hair was. More than that, they didn't even urge to confess, contemplating each other was deemed as enough. —

Raining, Lou hated them so much till the point he could fly up onto the sky, teared apart the stygian sky with his own hands. A broken heart and soul, yes, this event occurred at 7PM, right at GIN CASINO, justice fellows attempted to capture the greatest clan of underground world, ROTTEN CLAN. Blood, sweats, and tears had combined, created the significant scarlet pool inside such sumptuous castle. Lou got himself a broken arm, metallic liquid kept scrolling down upon elegant features, he looked for the love one, Mao. 5 minutes after a corner turn, similar physique covered in ichor, featherlike breaths as if the grim reaper could steal away this sunshine in nanoseconds. Dragging pathetic figure of his own nearby, tears merely landed themselves all over slender cheekbones. The foolish boy only spilled those last words of compliments about their favorite silky tress, warmth delivered through gentle digits to sable strands. ——

5 years alongside nightmares, Lou's hatred for his own precious hair increased, every night had he missed so much the heat of Mao, embraced himself in such coldness. There it went, ugly hairstyle above wide-shoulders, Lou needed to get rid of these twisted dreams, but not Mao, his lover. Yes, the only person could ever entered the heart of snow.

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Had he ever spilled this deepest and rottenness secret to anybody, even Mother? No. He rejected to rely onto the people at RED–DISTRICT till 16, part-time jobs he did should be told as mostly the whole: driver, reporter, or entertainer. Ultimately, Lou ended with being — a stripper at BUNNYCASH. A place which belongs to those luxury gentlemen and ladies whom desired or craved for a new game, where contained several type of boys: muscular, slim, or even girl-alike. Visitors extended from every genders, hands never reluctantly showered their strippers with money and cash. However, there was one RULE, the workers must not sleep with their customers nor increasing feelings though any reasons.

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