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“Ecstasy is an easy way to heaven,, I use this blog as an escape to false reality. I’m aware of how awkward shit could get once you interact with me. Please submit asks, and cure my eternalized boredom! I swear, on everything I love, I’ll answer it to the best of my abilities. ˎˊ˗ Humbly yours, Laiteu. ᢉ𐭩
Short-term Character Description—
pronounced: “Light-two” or “Leh-choo”
currently: 21 years old
Pronouns: He/Him, They/Them
Ethnicity: Japanese, Jamaican, Romanian
Appearance: hair type 3b curls, golden bronze with blonde highlights, hooked nose, olive tanned skin, monolid eyes, painted third eye, healed burn mark on cheek, light unibrow, diamond drop earrings, terribly bleached goatee, fair chin, exploding freckles, hairy chest, sun chest tattoo, light pudge, Hairy Adonis belt, no doubt hairy ass hole, shorts tan line, loose clothing, uncut nails, hairy arms.
personality: Reckless but not stupid. maybe stupidly high. Or stupidly broke.
Character Backstory–
Laiteu grew up in a lower-middle classed environment. His mother worked her ass off day and night to keep him in the safest school in the city. Hell, she even got her little boy into music lessons. He loved his life when he was so young and clueless. One day, his coach told him he was his favorite student! The next day, his coach had his head glued to the ground with his hands behind his back. “He is seven,” his mother shouted. Navy blue and ruby lights overshadowed the satisfaction in her eyes. When the flashes died, she grinned at her baby boy. She’d take their asses to court, she said. You’re my solution, she said. She succeeded in suing the company for 10k.
From then on, Laiteu went to school in outfits his family could barely afford. The majority of his clothes were rented out, the others were torn–and used up already by his mum. She wanted her boy to be the prettiest girl in school. Makes you think she never wanted a son? Nah, she wanted him to get recognized more frequently. Sure, her actions brought her nightmares about his future. But the unwanted attention happened again and again – next thing you know, she was as rich as Elvis Presley!! And the people would not stop interviewing her on that fancy news..
Years pass, baby Laiteu is now 12 years old. Twelve is a disadvantage to him apparently. Twelve like the code for cops, or twelve like the letter L. Shut your lips. The twelve letters Laiteu only heard in that household. Guess mama got tired of the paparazzi, his pen pal wrote. His mother told him to pack his shit because she’s heading to the great Chicago. She – not he. He’s getting sold today.
Freedom is tastiest when you’re not the victim.
Laiteu was adopted by a southern family who lived in a home by the bay. They took him to northern Georgia. Lovely lads, they were. They had him kicked back while they fed him grapes. His new mom and dad did everything with him. And they were so distracted, they forgot they had another son. Their biological son. He looked about Laiteu’s age – then again he didn’t know a fuck thing about him till their father died. All he knew was that he was petrifying – and he never sought to sleep without a night light cause of it.
“Too young," his new brother told him when he asked about their mother. She left weeks before his father passed away from a heart attack, perhaps she was a genie. His brother and he now live alone in this southern state. Laiteu attempted to speak to his brother whichever chance he was given–to be swatted away like a pesky bee. Son of a bitch stinks anyway. Laiteu developed his southern accent from his adopted family. Seeing the way their people spoke, he wanted to talk just like them!
Further, Laiteu grew up to start selling what he could get his hands on. He was 15 when he started. He gave opium to his classmates till he got caught and expelled from the school. He’s made a big buck for him and his brother to feast on, therefore he had no regrets.
He got zilch play on the streets. No crackhead wanted to buy from an ugly ass teen with fucked up teeth and a bowl cut. Hence, he rode the bus to New York to sell something there. On the way he found a couple of friends. They were seniors. Senior dropouts by the looks of it. Regarding looks they were also hippies. And boy did Laiteu obsess over them.. He’d go up to NYC every afternoon to share a blunt with his new friends!
Laiteu got inspired and grew his hair out since the day he met them. He goes to protest with them, and honestly – likes to refer to himself as a hippie too. Though hippies don’t evolve around privilege. See, he still had the expense his biological mother left him with. He’d spend that money on him and mostly him. He’d go out to gay bars to strip and tease older men then run away after getting them hot.
Laiteu was 20 years old when he openly came out in drag. They use drag as a form of expression. Their drag look is inspired by the way their biological mother dressed. They host plays in the park for whoever wants to watch. They use the vocal training they had access to when they were younger.
Ask about the scar on their cheek, and they’ll tell you they fucked around and found out. Meanwhile, it's merely because they burnt themselves while lighting their first blunt.
21 years old, Laiteu travels around from time to time to sell. Laiteu is an unlabeled queer. He’s a jackass. Laiteu is also a poser.. So good luck with that.
Laiteu's pinterest ✰ Laiteu's playlist
