#open master

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open to anyone! || master

"WHERE is she?” the man yelled, grip tightening on the railings. for once, he was not talking about the doctor, but someone else. it was a long 20th century on earth, and he had made connections, despite his best efforts not to. he was now completely and unbelievably... shaken.

hearing someone approach, he spun around, finger rising to point at them, a fire in his eyes. “WHAT do you want? don’t you know how to MIND your own business?”

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Full name:Charles Jayden Carlisle     Age: 42 Date of Birth: 17th May Hometown: Santa Clara, California, United States Apartment: 17A, Master and Mistress Section  Sexuality: Pansexual, Sapioromantic

Plus: Humorous, protective, loving     Minus: Heartbroken, lonely, lost

Personal Information: 

Charles Jayden Carlisle; a name suited for someone who could have been anything in the world. His mother wanted a doctor, his father wanted an athlete and Charles wanted to do something worthwhile. He could have been a lawyer, a doctor, a surgeon – any of the high paid jobs that his parents had wanted for him. What they ended up with, however, was something far greater than that because shortly after his twenty-fourth birthday Charles enlisted himself into the armed forces.

Before his enlistment, he was very close with his mother, as were the three other children of the family, though his father had suffered a stroke not long after the birth of his last child and remained in an induced coma on life support for most of his children’s life until his death. Though incredibly intelligent and studying a medical science degree, Charles was one of those guys who should have been easy to hate but never was; he was kind, sweet, intelligent and from a wealthy family, though he made friends easily he was willing to leave it all behind to enter the army. He was brave, loyal and strong, utterly selfless and willing to put himself in harms way for those he fought alongside. That was the main reason he sustained several injuries that couldn’t be hidden; like the ragged scarring over his right shoulder where the shrapnel from an explosion tore through the muscle, and ropey, puckered lines of scar tissue across his lower back and curling around his left side.

He served for ten years until the news came that his mothers ongoing battle with cancer had taken a turn for the worse, and when she passed away Charles left the force to help handle the family affairs and, at his sibling’s prompting, never went back. Charles took the reigns of his family’s company after his mothers death, as the oldest living child of the Carlisle family, it was his duty and he felt he owed it to his mother to not let the business fail. The business, as it were, was a company that was heavily invested in finding a cure for breast cancer – the type that his mother had been fighting against for several years. It was working there, after four years, that Charles met his first and only love; Edward.  Edward, or Eddie as he was commonly known, was a reporter who had come to interview Charles and his family about their work trying to combat cancer and after the piece was wrapped up and their work was finished, Eddie had come to Charles for a follow up interview and found himself falling completely, indisputably in love.

For five years the two of them were together, their relationship not exactly stereotypical as Charles craved stability and control to help combat the PTSD he’d developed after leaving the army. Eddie was always there to comfort him, to help him sleep after night terrors gripped him – Eddie was his rock, Eddie was his baby and they took care of each other. Up until Eddie died in a hit and run accident, and then Charles was never the same.

Reason For Coming to The Apartment: 

It was a combination of many things, but not long after Eddie was killed – Charles flew off the rails. He felt like there was no one there to hold him back from the abyss, his nightmares worsened and each day he sunk deeper and deeper into loneliness and depression. He was convinced that he’d never be able to function again and so decided to end his life. Charles checked himself into a hotel, wrote a letter that simply said he was sorry, and then dragged a straight razor over his wrists. The attempt was a failed one, however, as the night maid came in to turn down his bed and stumbled across the sight. Charles was saved, though he sometimes wished he wasn’t and, following his recovery went back to that same hotel – unable to stand returning to the home he and Eddie had shared – and discovered that the rooms were available for purchase. And so he bought one of the suites and, though in a round about way, became a master at The Apartments.

Personality:

He almost entirely refuses to talk about what happened while he was in the force, preferring to acknowledge it but not discuss it. If someone asks him about it, he talks about it as though is wasn't really him who suffered. The scars on his body serve as memories of his time as a soldier and he both hates and loves them because they are testament to his bravery and devotion but a constant reminder of his nightmarish time in the war. Charles needs to be in control of a situation - not physically, but he needs to know what is happening, he's very unstable and unsteady both when he's alone and with another person. Charles has PTSD and depression, and is still recovering from his attempted suicide of which he is incredibly ashamed of.

When he is not inside his own head, Charles is selfless and caring, he has a light sense of humour and as, at heart, a gentle soul. Though he's ripped up inside about the loss of his partner, Charles is loving and desperately, secretly hopes one day to find someone else who can love him even though he is a very damaged person and considers himself unworthy of it.

Likes: Younger men, intelligence, books, charity and caring, honesty, bravery, courage, being taken care of, caring for others, family values, gentleness Dislikes:  Reckless drivers, violence, loud noises, shouting and aggression, gunshots, alcoholics, large dogs, rudeness, snide comments Dominant/Submissive: Dominant Kinks: Body worship, light spanking (giving), oral sex, Daddy-Sub relationship, mild pain play Anti-Kinks: Being restricted, tied down, all types of BDSM, most types of toys

Charles Jayden Carlisle looks a lot like Will Smith and is open.