((BEFORE YOU READ THIS, understand that D is NOT my character. She's my friends-I have written these for her. D and Myles live in North Korea (Myles hired D to smuggle him in, and was utterly shocked by the condition of the place. Since finding out, he's decided to become, basically, a form of a terrorist-he wants to turn off major cities power supplies, show them what it's like to live in a third world country, to try and help his cause, so to say). D is Korean, obviously, and was the only one to survive the famine that killed his family. He's not had a very fun past.
D is rather muscular, but not the big and obvious type like Butler. He's quick, graceful, and very playful in spirit, but won't hesitate to kill (or maim, or tor ture...) or wreck havoc for the fuck of it. His hair is a bit long, but not too terribly so, and his ethnicity is pronoun. (Yes, I know, he's a stud, isn't he? He's also not someone you'd want to get close to.)
Myles, on the other hand, looks a lot like Artemis, but he insists on keeping his hair a blond color (via dyes) to at least look somewhat until his brother, whom he hates being compared to.
We're going to have so much fun, isn't that right?))
"I don't particularly see the point of this."
D smiled to himself, but handed Myles the knife anyway. "You want to learn how to defend yourself, right?"
"Well, yes, but," Myles paused, and looked to the side, frowning. "I don't want to accidentally hurt you."
D laughed, big and hearty. Myles blushed in annoyance. "What?"
"Oh, little one," D wiped a tear from his eye. "You can't possibly hurt me."
That had the desired effect. Myles lurged at D, and he expertly danced around his boyfriend. Myles managed to turn without stumbling, and slashed the air where D had been a second ago.
Suddenly, he found the knife knocked out of his hand, and he was pushed up against the wall, defenseless.
"See?" D mused, the smile practically radiating from him in a most nauseating manner. "You can't even touch me~"