Toikren
Legacy Name: Toikren

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Nickname: Ty
Orientation: Straight
Eyes: Hydrus Blue
Height: 6 feet
Age: 25 years old
Status: Married
Hair: Jet Black
Style: Punk Goth
Other: Lip ring, and fire-bird tribal tattoo on left arm.

"If I catch you stealing from my store again, I'll call the cops!" Ty was thrown out of the store. "I'll mess you up man!" He shouted; he didn't steal, did he? He removed the package of gum he got from the store, and put it back in his pocket. Leaning against the red brick wall, he lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, as he exhaled the smoke from his nose. He needed that cigarette. The chains on his Tripp pants gleamed in the sunlight and he flipped his jet black hair as people quickly brushed past him. He rolled his eyes. "Whatever" He shouted. "Take a good look at how I dress". He threw his cigarette on the ground and stuffed his hands in his pockets. He thought about why he was the way he is - he didn't understand it. Maybe it was because his mother left him when he was four, and his father beat him growing up. Ty left home at the age of 15 and grew up on the streets. Everyone thinks that he's a bad person... it's not that he's bad, he just has a rough life style and has a track record to prove it. He's been in and out of Juvie since he was 15, but the biggest sentence he served was at the age of 17 for car theft. It was a nice car; it deserved to be jacked anyway.

Thoughts raced through his head and he grunted as he turned his watchful eyes on girls passing by. Passion burned in his loins, but no one seemed interested in him. He shrugged and kept walking. He lifted the headphones around his neck and set them on his head and blared his favorite band; Sonic Syndicate, a melodic death metal band. He tapped his fingers on his pants as he enjoyed his favorite song titled Burn This City.


Passing by a candy shop, he felt like candy; he hated those cravings. He lit up another cigarette and walked in. Listening to Burn This City, he didn't hear the store manager talk to him. The manager tapped him on the shoulder. Ty turned around and glared at him, and put his headphones around his neck. "Sir, you cant smoke in here" the manager boomed. "Says whom?" Ty snarled. "The policy sir. You cannot smoke in stores". Something within Ty snapped, and he punched the manager in the face. Ty grabbed a candy bag and ran out of the store, and he heard sirens behind him. "SHIT". He didn't know how the cops got there so soon.. they must have been in the doughnut shop across the street. Ty jumped a metal fence as the cops were high on his tail chasing him by foot. With charges laid, he spent the night behind bars.

The police refused to give Ty a ride back into the city, so he walked. He didn't know how far he had gone. He rubbed his eyes as he walked through a field. Ty never got a wink of sleep in the cellar. Looking up, he saw an abandoned house and figured he could catch up on some sleep before he continued his way. "Woah.. creepy, but how I love it" he exclaimed. Walking up to it, he put his hands around his face and peered into the window. He tried the door; locked. He kicked it, and with a loud thud, he put a hole through the wood and unlocked the door. It slowly opened with a screech and a women screamed. He jumped in, and to his dismay, he saw a beautiful pale women standing there with auburn hair. He watched as a bloody knife fell to the floor. He calmly said, "Do you live here?" Adira eyed him, speechless as her heart raced with passion. Not the passion to kill; but the passion for love. She never felt that way before...

Everything changed since the day he met Adira. Ty had fallen in love with a heartless cold blooded killer. He loves everything about her, her beauty, her curves, her career and how she never gets caught....