BACKGROUND

^{*Trigger warning for implied abuse}⚜ Nemesio Draymond was the second born child of a political union between Elvira Draymond and Myrane. Upon the birth of their first born, Corvus, they were drawn together in pride at the tom bestowed upon them. The two believed the gods had granted them the perfect heir. Quiet, obedient and studious, Corvus outshone his little brother Nemesio in everything. Two years his senior Corvus was always smarter than his molly brother. This most likely was caused by their age gap which Nemesio couldn’t help. No matter how he strove to achieve the things that would let their parent’s pride shine down on him, Corvus' shadow always lingered over him.⚜ At the age of 6 things would only get worse. When Nemesio’s younger tom siblings, Alemice and Eupitrius, were born he found they took up what little attention that had been allocated for him before. Now that the twins were in the picture, Nemesio was in Corvus’ shadow but was also not the baby anymore. This soon spurred on a tendency for tantrums and trouble making, the only avenue left available for the young kit to get much desired attention.⚜ The attention seeking did not go over well with Nemesio’s parents. Who would reprimand and yell at the kit when he misbehaved, though that only seemed to drive him forward. Goading him to make more and more trouble until his parents resulted in isolating him. Locking him in his room until he could "behave more like Corvus" as spite slowly ensnared Nemesio’s heart.⚜ Though he resented his parents and siblings, Nemesio in some ways mellowed out. Doing less to directly antagonize his parents as he learned they’d only lock him away. To be discarded and forgotten and Nemesio would not simply disappear from the world before he got to see it.⚜ Nemesio was so good in fact that into his early teenage years his parents allowed him to attend court with his brother one summer, as a reward for "redefining" himself. Though the praise fell short, it did hardly anything for Nemesio. As he’d grown so accustomed to the yelling and fights. Though he did find that while at court there was much attention to be had. A jest or game could easily draw the eye of those you’d not yet met and an elegant outfit to draw the eye didn’t hurt either. Though his old habits of causing tension and disruptions would not simply end. He still had a wicked tongue and a knack for getting under other’s skin, which would ultimately earn him something of a reputation among nobles as a bit of a rebel with an interest in the taboo.⚜ Though he aged and came into majority, Nemesio’s parents still punished him as if he were a child. Grounding him and frequently forbidding him to be seen in public. Causing his social presence to wax and Wane frequently. With months to whole years where he would not be seen or heard from by nobles outside of the Draymond’s close circles. And sometimes even they wouldn’t see the only molly born to Elvira Draymond.⚜ Recently during one of these silent spells from the spirited molly something happened. His brother Corvus has gone missing. And though it is unlikely the wicked molly had anything to do with this there are rumors that he may have killed his brother, though no true word on whether Corvus Draymond has passed away has been heard it is presumed that he is dead.

romance

Nemesio loves Innuendos and the taboo. If he hasn’t tried it before he’s interested in trying it at least once and having a partner that’s willing to have new experiences and adventures together is incredibly important to him. If you bore him he will have no problem finding somebody else to fulfil his needs.

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You weren’t meant to be more than a game.Nothing more than a jab at my family.A way to pass the lonely days and the empty nights.A thorn in my mother’s side.But you draw me like the ocean calls the breeze.Your breath warms my lips.The taste of your words in my mouth is like drinking in the sea.And each time you leave now I feel my heart sailing into the setting Sun with you.In those dismal and unforgiving caves I fell into the smashing tides of a love stronger than me.You drag me to the depths, crushing my bones as the tide smashes me into the jagged cliffs of what I used to think was home.And though the silent halls of my mother’s keep had sheltered me, they were no less a prison.And as I yearn for the suffocating weight of the sea, I’ll wait till you come back for me.