JUNIOR, KELSIER SOREN

KELSIER SOREN

He was five years old but his hair was gelled to perfection and his little fitted shirt had not a single stain, unlike his classmates (to which his mother smirked in satisfaction to herself about). He was the prime example of a Soren child; calm and unquestioning, he did as told. Kelsier had smiled to his kindergarten class in the exact manner he had practiced at home.

In enough time, he would become the heir the family needed to regain its name as a business empire. He watched his classmates, slack jawed and eyes brimming with a certain dumbness, snot lining the inside of their sleeves. He felt the all too familiar stab of arrogance. Kelsier knew he was better than them, he was mannered, he was educated, he was wealthier. Eyeing them from his seat, Kel found everyone to be lower than him, quiet confidence radiating from a constant smile.

As the years crept by, he worked hard on a perfectly composed exterior for his mother's approval. Kel didn't need to try in order to have friends, his precisely placed flirtatiousness and dashing good looks drew most everyone to him. Everyone desperately wanted to be invited to his parties, and he wasted no time treating each and every one of them as "friends". 

There was something about playing with others' emotions that simply got to him; he loved being able to watch as they reacted and in turn fell for him when he thought nothing of them back. To Kelsier, everyone was simply a pawn needed to gain popularity. He had found himself a large fanbase of people who thought they were friends; but only grew close to a certain few. And Kel was always the one to pick these few out from the lot himself out of gut feeling. A rather indifferent pudding-haired boy became his closest childhood friend, even though there were plenty of more interesting options.

He enjoyed the business empire heir attention, but in the end really just wanted to be able to tear down his perfect-boy walls and be normal. Sometimes, he would see the other kids play and laugh recklessly while he maintained a composed polite mask and used large, formal language. Kel would get overcome with a certain awful, awful jealousy and wanted to cry and scream and laugh at the same time. He didn't want to live like this anymore.

Kel stood at the lake, silently, and watched the papers fly from the grasp of his fingers. They were due tomorrow as a completed business form of some sort, and his mother had instructed him to fill it in with utter care. Kel thought little of the matter, if he didn't want to do whatever mother said, why should he? He wasn't a slave for upbringing to carry the family business, after all. There was a hint of guilt that haunted him for not completing his tasks. But what flowed stronger, was the sudden pride and rather, anger he felt as he let his duties go. He had to rebel. Kel was not about to live a life of masks and fake expressions and business business business business.

Why did he feel so enlightened?

He was fourteen years old but his hair was as messed up as ever (he didn't comb it to perfection that morning when he stormed out of bed) and his black t-shirt was carelessly tossed on (he didn't even bother to ask a maid to iron it). He didn't feel like the prime example of a Soren child, calm and unquestioning, he felt like himself. A new self yet to be truly discovered. And everyone stared when he entered school.

This was not Kelsier Soren, professional smooth-talking underage businessman, this was a regular hormonal teenage boy who just wanted to jerk off and play video games. In enough time, maybe he would become the heir the family needed to regain its name as a business empire. But Kel needed a break, he needed to enjoy his youth before he acquired chronic old man syndrome. He watched his classmates, wide-eyed and restless at his presence, as he flashed a careless wink and smirked like a little shit before flopping into his seat.

It was going to be a good day.

After days and nights of relentless arguing, his parents decided they had enough of this new mess of an heir. You're going to boarding school, you shit-eating delinquent. Which led to the eventual event of Kel, dressed in ah, the usual business suit with perfectly combed hair, being shipped off to the first prestigious school his parents could find. Maybe he'd learn to control himself there.

All he learned was how to change his act from the laid-back, scheming kid he was without his parents on his back, to the prime example child his parents loved. Explains why he constantly has business wear and excessive hair products to tame his bedhead easily accessible in his room. Kel found boarding school life to be more enjoyable than anything with his parents; there were no business responsibilities and meetings and forced dates with snobby rich girls. 

It was going to be a good four years.


▪ 6'1.5'' or 187 cm tall
▪ 166 lbs or 75.3 kg
▪ is only allowed to date from wealthy, upper-class families
▪ he doesn't care, he wants to screw everyone
▪ hasn't really figured love out; just thinks from his dick
▪ pansexual
▪ athletic build, well versed in sports but hasn't been allowed to play because it's "unprofessional"