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The Description of the Moonstone Key
The Moonstone Key does not have a name; he is always referred to as 'The Moonstone Key'. His customers come to him at night, in secret, asking for the privilege of his company.
Moonstone is about five feet four (small, isn't he?) and kind of frail... built like Kamui from X, with very pale skin. He has a fluffly (yes, w/ the "l") crest of cream-colored hair, with a long tail in the back which he ties with a piece of rawhide leather. Also he has a small oval face with large, dark green eyes. Like pine green, or forest green. He often wears sandals, because he has very pretty little feet, and he doesn't wear much of anything else: just a pair of soft bracers on his arms and a loin guard, which is a metal device like a chastity belt for boys. Underneath this, of course, he wears a loincloth to prevent chafing. ^-^
The poor Moonstone is not very genki. In fact he's pretty sullen and doesn't say much, just glares a lot and hates to be touched. Unless you're a paying customer, in which case he's like a willing little pussycat, lots of body contact, all sly smiles and insinuating remarks. He's very handy with a spear, though, not to mention knives which he can pull apparently from nowhere (a couple of hidden sheaths in his bracers and the metal waistband of his guard), so there aren't many non-paying customers. At least...not for very long. ^_-
He's used to everything. He's been trained very well. The problem is that being aroused on his own makes him very angry. He can make himself respond to the advances of customers. But he hates wanting someone else, instead of being wanted.
He comes from a desert area of his world: much like the old Arabian society that was run by sheiks and sultans. Everyone has light eyes and hair, kind of like the Aiel in Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time books. More than half the people in that society are warriors, women fighting alongside the men. The rest stay in settlements that have been carved into the sides of valleys, usually those that have an oasis, or spring, or some other source of fresh water. These settlements have a strange heirarchy: the deeper your home is dug into the mountain, the higher up you are in society. Almost everyone is dark-skinned...except the Moonstone Key.
The Moonstone Key was unusually pale from birth, but he has stayed pale-skinned because he has spent almost his entire life indoors. When he was five he was sold by his mother to a very rich brothel owner, who had him trained until he was one of the highest-priced prostitutes in that world. He's entertained foreign ministers, nobles, and royalty of lots of different countries. His virginity was bought by his own Sultan. (The Sultan then offered to buy him, as have lots of other people since, but his owner refused to sell and he refused to go.)
He's seen very little of the world, except the news that he gets from his customers. Apparently, though, his race is obsessed with two things: war and sex. Even women and children... and prostitutes like him, especially...are trained to fight. There have been a few armies that tried to break into the small inhabited valley where he lives, but none of them have ever been able to reach anywhere near the inner residential areas, so he's never really seen anyone that isn't a customer. He is, though, secretly curious about the world outside, so he usually manages to weasel all sorts of stories from his customers.