Kirill Lunen |
Destruction/Reconstruction |
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Loong Soul Ivan
Resin colour: Normal Pink
Size: 68cm
Story genre: Steampunk
Bio: Born in the workhouse and raised to be a slave simply due to his ancestry — hailing from a country not considered to be a neighbour of England — Kirill has never had any expectations in life. He simply wanted to do a good job, fulfill his daily assigned duties and please his owner.
With his pale skin, light blue eyes and jet black hair, he was an attractive young man bought to be his mistress's companion as well as help out with the staff in the small household, and he thought that was all life would be. Unfortunately, life had other plans: when he was 18, a kitchen accident resulted in melted sugar being spilled over his face. In an effort to save his looks in whatever fashion they could, his master arranged for Kirill to be taken to an apothecary for 'gilding', where a gold solution was applied to his scars in an effort to save his appearance.To a certain degree it worked, although Kirill didn't think he would ever be considered even approaching attractive again: not only did he now bear a face liberally covered in golden scars, but part of his hair that had been damaged in the accident grew back stark white. His mistress insisted she keep him, but Kirill suspected she never felt the same way about him.
In his early 20s he attracted the unwanted attention of the mistress's son, newly returned from university. A series of unpleasant encounters followed, culminating in an event that led to Kirill's arm being broken and the son, Reuben, claiming Kirill had attacked him. Unable to keep a potentially violent slave in the household, Kirill was unceremoniously sent to auction a day later, complete with broken arm.
The auction went badly. Kirill collapsed, and when he woke again it was in an unfamiliar bedroom and his arm had been set while he slept. Exploring the house led to him discovering his new owner: a man only a couple of years older than himself named Nikolai Lunen. Part inventor, part engineer and formerly training to be a doctor, Niko was nothing Kirill ever expected — and Kirill was nothing Niko expected either. Niko told Kirill he'd bought him out of pity, purely to rescue him, repair him and then set him free.
There was nothing Kirill wanted less. With no home, no understanding of the world outside his little part of it and with scars that marked him more clearly as a slave than anything else, Kirill begged Niko to let him stay; Niko insisted it was for the best, once Kirill had recovered.
Six months after he woke up in Niko's spare room, Kirill started to think perhaps Niko had changed his mind after all...
Another six months passed, and after something that was very almost an argument Kirill fled Niko's workroom, only to be caught up in an explosion relating to a slave revolt. That was how he came to meet the charming and terrifying Jack Locke, another slave — and how Niko almost came to be killed. Only Kirill's desperate, last-ditch effort to save him before he left kept Niko alive long enough to deal with the problem, then to save Kirill's life in return.
This time, when he woke, it was to find Niko asleep beside him. It transpired that Niko had held feelings for Kirill even longer than Kirill had for Niko: ever since he had seen him at the auction, in fact, but had never dared act on them for fear of abusing his position.
Finally understanding each other, Kirill and Niko settle into a relationship — that sets to be threatened again less than a year later, when the army approach Niko to assist with making a weapon to help in the fight against the French in English-owned Gascony...
Gender: Male
Company/Sculpt: Loong Soul Ivan
Resin colour: Normal Pink
Size: 68cm
Story genre: Steampunk
Bio: Born in the workhouse and raised to be a slave simply due to his ancestry — hailing from a country not considered to be a neighbour of England — Kirill has never had any expectations in life. He simply wanted to do a good job, fulfill his daily assigned duties and please his owner.
With his pale skin, light blue eyes and jet black hair, he was an attractive young man bought to be his mistress's companion as well as help out with the staff in the small household, and he thought that was all life would be. Unfortunately, life had other plans: when he was 18, a kitchen accident resulted in melted sugar being spilled over his face. In an effort to save his looks in whatever fashion they could, his master arranged for Kirill to be taken to an apothecary for 'gilding', where a gold solution was applied to his scars in an effort to save his appearance.To a certain degree it worked, although Kirill didn't think he would ever be considered even approaching attractive again: not only did he now bear a face liberally covered in golden scars, but part of his hair that had been damaged in the accident grew back stark white. His mistress insisted she keep him, but Kirill suspected she never felt the same way about him.
In his early 20s he attracted the unwanted attention of the mistress's son, newly returned from university. A series of unpleasant encounters followed, culminating in an event that led to Kirill's arm being broken and the son, Reuben, claiming Kirill had attacked him. Unable to keep a potentially violent slave in the household, Kirill was unceremoniously sent to auction a day later, complete with broken arm.
The auction went badly. Kirill collapsed, and when he woke again it was in an unfamiliar bedroom and his arm had been set while he slept. Exploring the house led to him discovering his new owner: a man only a couple of years older than himself named Nikolai Lunen. Part inventor, part engineer and formerly training to be a doctor, Niko was nothing Kirill ever expected — and Kirill was nothing Niko expected either. Niko told Kirill he'd bought him out of pity, purely to rescue him, repair him and then set him free.
There was nothing Kirill wanted less. With no home, no understanding of the world outside his little part of it and with scars that marked him more clearly as a slave than anything else, Kirill begged Niko to let him stay; Niko insisted it was for the best, once Kirill had recovered.
Six months after he woke up in Niko's spare room, Kirill started to think perhaps Niko had changed his mind after all...
Another six months passed, and after something that was very almost an argument Kirill fled Niko's workroom, only to be caught up in an explosion relating to a slave revolt. That was how he came to meet the charming and terrifying Jack Locke, another slave — and how Niko almost came to be killed. Only Kirill's desperate, last-ditch effort to save him before he left kept Niko alive long enough to deal with the problem, then to save Kirill's life in return.
This time, when he woke, it was to find Niko asleep beside him. It transpired that Niko had held feelings for Kirill even longer than Kirill had for Niko: ever since he had seen him at the auction, in fact, but had never dared act on them for fear of abusing his position.
Finally understanding each other, Kirill and Niko settle into a relationship — that sets to be threatened again less than a year later, when the army approach Niko to assist with making a weapon to help in the fight against the French in English-owned Gascony...
His master and mistress were already waiting when he was pulled stumbling from the vehicle. While he could only just make out their shapes against the shop window, their voices were clear—as was his mistress’s gasp as they turned to him. Worse than even he thought, then. He closed his eyes again. It didn’t make much difference, and without straining to see he could concentrate on his other senses, so it didn’t go unheard when his mistress whispered, “are you sure it works?”
“You saw the Stepney’s boy. It was such an improvement over the original scars.” The master’s deep voice grew louder as Kirill was led towards the door; what was intended to be a private comment did nothing to ease the sudden twisting of his gut. “If you’re sure...” The mistress’s quiet dubiousness was almost drowned out by the shop bell. “I’d so hate to part with him, but in this state I can’t see how we could keep him.” Then the apothecary’s hand was on his arm, leading him with heavy footfalls across the creaking wooden floor to a chair that stank of sweat and old leather with padding in all the wrong places. It squeaked and groaned with his shifting weight as first one wrist was securely strapped down, then the other; when his ankles and neck followed suit a sick and wretched feeling swelled in his chest. He wasn’t sure, and he’d been told often enough growing up that he wasn’t exactly intelligent, but he suspected that this was going to be unpleasant. The chair canted back; a trolley that even with his blurred vision seemed to contain tools and a bowl of something glossy and bubbling rattled across the floor towards them. He wasn’t proved wrong. |