#skynwalker

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In case anyone was wondering what Skyn’s voice sounds like. uvu

Comes in at :30.

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>>He moved to the states when he was about 10.

>>Growing up, he actually had very few friends and he's fallen out of contact with nearly all of them.

>>He can play piano-- it was forced on him by his mom because she wanted him to be 'well rounded', but now he's thankful since it helps him in his career.

>>He's incredibly good with old people and kids, though he doesn't seem the type to be.  He actually wouldn't mind having kids around someday in the far future.

>>He can be really fake. He's the type of person that could vehemently hate you and you would never know.

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Skyn

01. Full name: SkynWalker.  Ur not gettin more than that.02. Best friend: Nova.03. Sexuality: Bisexual.04. Favorite color: Green.05. Relationship status: Single.  With a FWB.06. Ideal mate: Able to deal with all his crazy shit, cute as heck and they’d probably have to pretty in tune with him and know ‘how he is’.07. Turn-ons: Asphixiation, dirty talk, recording sex.08. Favorite food: Salt and vinegar chips.09. Crushes: He’s interested in Nova. And he has a great big Friend Crush on Ellie.10. Favorite music: Electro/dubstep/techno/trance all that11. Biggest fear: Probably having his house broken into, and the consequences of that.12. Biggest fantasy: One day he’ll get famous enough and have enough money to travel and DJ in the discotecas of France.13. Bad habits: Drinking, drugs, stealing, defacing and damaging public property, lying compulsively, taking advantage of people.14. Biggest regret: Wishing he would grow up faster and basically throwing his childhood in the toilet.15. Best kept secrets: His entire actual identity. But mostly his name.16. Last thought: “Where the fuck is my Mac?”17. Worst romantic experience: He literally hasn’t had any, but I guess? worst one in general would be when he was doing this guy from the back and the guy was so drunk he puked all over his own bedspread.18. Biggest insecurity: His body type I think. He used to be very gangly and awkward as a teenager and he never quite felt like he fit in his body, and he still feels like that even though he’s definitely filled out a little.19. Weapon of choice: Knife probably. But he’d rather have a super cool samurai sword or some shit like that.20. Role Model: His uncle, and a few big name DJs as far as role models in his career.

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alright, describe skyn's smile and how he shows affection bc this is very important.

 He's got dimples and straight teeth.  One of his front ones is actually not a real tooth, since the actual tooth got pretty badly chipped when he was younger.  His grins are lazy and usually start up as a half smile before the other side follows suit.  He also has a prominent cupid's bow, which adds some character.

It's hard to tell when Skyn is genuinely showing affection because he tends to toss out kisses and compliments to just about everybody.  He's also very touchy, putting his arm around peoples' waists and whatnot.  When he really cares about you, he'll try to find out as much as he can about you without actually seeming like he's trying to do so.  He's all about keeping up his cool facade, so he'll try and be nonchalant about it... but it can be sort of obvious sometimes from the things he says. 

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i feel like skyn is the type to always have dark circles under his eyes and they always look sorta half lidded and tired because he never fucking sleeps

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Night of Firsts ||

Suffice to say SkynWalker (though this scene takes place before he was called by that particular name) felt awfully cool with his newly bleached white hair, new clothes and fake ID.  At the so called tender age of seventeen, he wasn’t necessarily supposed to be here among all these grinding and sliding bodies.  Hell, his hair wasn’t even supposed to be this color and he was supposed to be in bed.  

"—I cannot believe you did that to your head, young man, to your beautiful blond hair!  At this rate it’s all going to fall out—”  

But here, his mother’s angry whine of a voice sounded so far away.  He was awkward, practically bumbling around in the sea of loud music and people who seemed almost too elated to be present.  He thought for a moment that he’d made a mistake in coming alone; as good as the music was and as much as he sort of enjoyed all of the older women rubbing against his young, easily excited person.  

The dancefloor felt neverending, but he was gangly for his age and was able to see over the heads of everyone fairly easily.  He looked up and what he saw made his body stir with envy.  The man up there in front of him looked so content— and the younger couldn’t even imagine how powerful he must’ve felt with all these people practically worshipping him down below.  

The DJ was the pulse under the thumb of this whole place, Skyn realized, and he suddenly wanted nothing more than to be like that man up there with his complicated equipment and more people than he could count reaching up just try to brush the air around him; bright, colorful lights zigzagging about to the beat of his music.

The adolescent was rudely thrust from his pondering of wishes by another body.  One slightly smaller, though more mature than his own.

"Cool color," The stranger shouted over the beat with a nod to the crown of Skyn’s own head, which the younger subconsciously ran his hand through with a muffled ‘thank you’.  He smiled faintly, but the look was quickly wiped off his face as the male began to rub upon his body in a way not unlike the girls earlier had been doing.  This being before SkynWalker was steeled to this sort of thing, a blush rose on his cheeks. 

That coaxed a laugh from his new companion.  

"You rollin’?"  He asked, raising his voice to a shout.  Of course he didn’t know what that meant, so he automatically shook his head, a brow quirked.  "Here.  Nobody should be sober at a place like this!"  A yellow pill was pushed into Skyn’s palm and he looked down at it confusedly for a moment.  

His mother and father had warned him against things like this pill.  In fact, this was the very reason he had been forbade to attend raves, or really any kind of party.  But he figured he’d been bad enough to sneak out in his dad’s car and come here— why not enjoy it?  He also felt that disappointing the guy in front of him would be practically criminal.  He couldn’t refuse the large brown eyes that looked up into his own with so much persuasion… as weird as he felt that he was still writhing and twisting against his own body.  

Down went the tab, and at first Skyn didn’t feel much different.  Still uncomfortable and out of place… but then the lights ahead of him became fascinating.  His eyes dilated despite their intense brightness and what was that amazing feeling against him?  He ground back into it for a minute with a pleased sigh before realizing that—

Oh.  

The guy who’d graced him with the drug was still here, pressing their bodies needily. It was then that Skyn realized their eyes, though different colors, were the same.  There was little color even there what with how large their pupils had gotten.  And for some reason his limbs felt sinfully good against his own.  Skyn hadn’t done much dancing before, but in this state it somehow came naturally.  And he never wanted to stop.  

"Isn’t that better?" the stranger managed to get out in his ear with a wide grin on his full lips, his arms having wound around SkynWalker’s neck.  He could only nod in response, still completely unsure about what was happening to him.  He couldn’t help but sigh every time their hips met, despite this person being clearly male.  

He’d only lost his virginity a few weeks prior and had never held onto a girlfriend, so he hardly knew how girls worked.  Much less how guys other than himself worked.  Though if he didn’t know any better, he’d say this one had taken a liking to him; and his own body had taken a liking to him in return.  

"I’m not… uh—"  Skyn tried to ‘turn him down’ over the music, but his attempt was promptly squashed by a pair of cold hands sliding up his shirt.  He hadn’t realized how hot he’d gotten until he felt those fingers.  

"It’s okay," Brown Eyes shushed him.  And then their lips were pressed together and Skyn’s own blue optics shot open wider than he thought they’d ever been.  God that felt good, so good—

So good his arms turned to jelly when he tried to shove Brown Eyes off, though he was larger and easily stronger.  It suddenly didn’t matter who was making him feel like this as long as it was a feeling he could hold onto.

His eyes half lidded, he watched the lasers in front of him, ground his growing problem into Brown Eyes’ thigh and simply accepted it all as it brought him up, up up…

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|| Strobe ||

His stereo was loud, and his heart practically beat along with the bass.  All around him were flashing lights and sweaty, dancing people-- and hell, if he wasn't trying to throw in a few moves of his own here, his body rolling and head bobbing absently; his hands going wild on the mixtable all the while with the occasional gesture to his huge audience.  

It wasn't strange for the party to get a bit more pumped up than usual when the infamous SkynWalker made an appearance... and it was for that reason he was booked up the ass nearly every weekend; and he accepted the offer of whoever was willing to pay the most.  No matter what, he always ended up having fun.  

His light hair had grown askew with all the action, and with a wide grin and a lifted brow, he looked at the turnout.  Lots of... interesting people here tonight.  This wasn't the most familiar venue, though he did recognize a few faces.  He lowered a few sliders before the drop and then brought them all the way back up again, and when the entire place cheered he felt completely in his element.