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Topic Started: Aug 24 2010, 04:48 AM (342 Views)
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Dinah May Anderson
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Aug 24 2010, 08:19 AM
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Name: Shar Age: Unknown, presumed to be in his twenties Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi-Sexual with a preference towards males Race: Fallen Angel Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: When he was alive Shar was known as D'Shara Zur. He was just a normal man, nothing interesting. Well, save perhaps that he was born to die. You see, he was a fairly usual creature, pleasant to be around and wonderfully excited by the possibility of learning about those around him. Nothing pleased him more than spending time with those around him, well nothing besides studying.
It was the studying that would give him most pleasure after his 19th birthday. On the eve of his 19th birthday Shar was diagnosed with cancer, and not of the rescue-able sort. In fact, he was given only one year to live. One year, if he was lucky. He was bed ridden nearly immediately, having only his books as comfort. Though his friends had visited at first, they soon stopped coming. But Shar didn't blame them, he hardly ever could be that sort of person. So he read, and learned. Right up until the day he died, four days short of his 22nd birthday.
Long since dead, Shar came back to the world as a messenger. But when he'd saw what happened he begged the Lord to send him back. Send him back to help the poor and needy masses. But the Lord did not take well to his concern, for messengers were not to be the saviors of humankind. They had their own jobs to do. So he removed Shar from Heaven, returning him to his beloved fellows. However the world was not so welcoming of this strange, beautiful creature.
The world had become hard and cold since he'd left it. Kindness was only a shred of a former sense of humanity, hidden away in the shadows and hard to find. Shar was not prepared for this world and was captured shortly after his arrival. Slavers marveled at their luck, for he was indeed a perfect specimen. However they did not approve of the large, dove grey wings spreading from his shoulders. So instead they tore them from him.
Maimed he was sold, a pet, a toy, no longer an angel hoping to save humankind. Instead he became just as broken as them.
He was more popular than he'd have liked, given his ethereal beauty and softness. Seldom did he spend longer than a few days on the block before some master or mistress snapped him up to have their own personal songbird. And to him it was strange, strange to see the world he'd once loved changed so drastically. He'd died long before the change and was astounded by the strange cruelty that had grown in his absence.
No matter how well behaved he was, no matter what he did, somehow they always tired of him. They never cared more for him than as a little pet, nothing other than that. However hard he worked he was still nothing to the world he'd returned to. Every time he returned to the market he was quiet for days, even brutal beatings could bring him no sound from his lips. He'd lay in the bottom of the cage, welts and bruises marring his perfect skin.
He hated it, deep down he loathed this world he'd come back to. And it grew into something else, a shield. Outwardly he'd become colder than he'd ever known how to be in life. Ice filled his heart, and his songs became sad. He was no longer a songbird. Just a broken winged angel.
Personality: Ferocity is not expected when one stares into those eyes, expecting instead a softness or gentle word. However life on this earth has hardened the former angel. His eyes are like ice now, cold. He does not speak unless spoken to, reserving himself to short sentences often in decidedly lyrical verse. Few Masters are interested in his words anyway, and this has left him nervous. He tends to shy away from physical contact.
Seldom do people witness his tender and compassionate nature, often reserved for those who have suffered even more than himself. For them he has nothing but gentle kindness. Going out of his way to help them as best he can.
Collars: Pink- pleasure orange- guard Red- torture Dark red- doesn’t mind giving blood Green- house work/maid/good with children Indigo- pet/toy Dark blue- obedience Violet- Entertainment (like song, dance, ect.) Teal - Insane or damaged slave
Spikes: Dark red spiked - Accepts extreme torture
Charms: White Bell- virgin Golden Heart- playful Wings- has[had] wings a cloud tag - Laid back a treble clef - Creative/arty lip shape tag - Knows languages (Latin, Spanish, French, Russian) an equal sided cross - Knows basic first aid A paw - Good with animals four tear drop shapes with the smallest points conneting in the middle to make a sort of flower/cross shape - Shy, bashful horse shoe - Can ride A top hat shape tag - Knows magic tricks Miniature Crystal Ball - Gifted/Mystical
Crush/Lover: None;; Owned By: Deveraux Dixon;;
Height: 6'0" Hair Color: Blonde, touched with golden sun Eye Color: Bright and fierce blue Markings or Birthmarks: Two deep scars on his shoulder blades, otherwise his body is flawless Appearance: Pieces of blonde hair fall in front of startling eyes, reminiscent of the sky after a storm. Wide and hurt, these eyes seem so deep that one could lose themselves in it. Nimble fingertips attach to a dedicate wrist, lifting to push back a soft, downy gray feather that seems almost to hang as part of the hair. Fine features give off a china doll sort of fragility to the whole body. Lithe limbs carry only the barest amount of musculature. Perhaps feminine is the best for this body that belongs to a strange, soft faced man. Nothing mars that strange beauty more than marked scars on both shoulder blades, as if something has been torn from there.
Abilities: Healing [Himself and Others] Strong affinity and ability for magical workings Song; His voice carries magic, haunting and soft. Often people have great imaginings when listening to his songs, but they tend to turn sad and inward.
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Dinah May Anderson
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Aug 24 2010, 08:21 AM
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Name: Jenah Age: 19 Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight Race: Neko Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: Jenah was born to her parents, Zac and Racheal at Eleven o’clock at night. She was the second youngest of 3 and the smallest of them all. From the time she could walk she was very defensive of herself, constantly pushing her parents or her siblings away keeping a good distance away from any of them. Yet, her small size gave her no threat. It was tradition that the same time every year the family would head out to a small park a few miles away from their home, they’d camp a few days, then head back. One year, as they were up camping Jenah and her eldest sister Kenzy, had wondered off to go exploring, but the two went to far, and got lost somewhere in the winding trails and trees of the camp grounds. Jenah was seventeen at that time. Kenzy and Jenah never found the family again. Thought they didn't know, their parents had died. While on a trip to gather more supplies Jason, the brother, got angry with them and managed to drive them off the road. It's unsure if the brother was killed or not, his body wasn't found, but traces of his blood were. Police and investigators assumed that some predator had made the dead bodies prey and wondered off with the boy. Nothing further was conducted. When the sun slowly started to set the first day they were lost, Kenzy was lucky enough to spot a small cave just behind a bush. It wasn't much, but the two fit and it kept the rain out. For the first few weeks it wasn't bad, near by bushes held berries, the river had the fish not to mention was warm enough to bath in. Slowly the days started getting colder, and Jenah and Kenzy fanned out to look for somewhere better to sleep. But it seemed hopeless, regardless of the direction they went, they couldn't find anything. Which wasn't a surprise, they were weak, now that the food was dieing off. Their hair untamed and long, dirt upon their faces now that the water was to gold to bath in. There was no point in trying to leave. Both girls had gave up hope. Jenah had stopped talking at some point during the cold winter. She didn't move much nor eat much causing her to get thin and ill. Yet Kenzy stuck by her feeding her and keeping her warm. When the first spring came back up Jenah slowly emerged herself from the cave and sat near the water. Still no words came from her, and very little from Kenzy. So it went like that for a while, neither of them talked, but they ate, and they bathed when the water was warm enough. A few years past, sometime shortly after Jenah turned 18, the two were out eating some fish they caught. It was a quiet day a light breeze rolled threw the forest. Gunshots could be heard, but it was nothing new. When they started getting closer Kenzy got more alert and she carefully lead Jenah into the cave. Before Kenzy even had a chance the angry and slightly injured bear found the clearing. Mistaking Kenzy for it's attacker it lunged at her and pressed a paw against her should the other pressed against her head as it bit down and started to bite at her. It wasn't long at all before that bear had Kenzy laying motionless, and not even long after that when another gunshot fired and the bear fell slowly to the ground. Jenah, not thinking crawled from the cave and over to the bloodied body of her sister her paws shakily laying against, tears rolling down her cheeks. She didn't have a whole lot of time to morn over her sisters death before one of the hunters grabbed her. He spoke in a language she didn't understand and she twisted her body to bite down at his arm. He leg go and growled slapping the frail Neko to the ground. He grabbed her again this time by her hair and pulled her too her feet. She fought the best her unfeed body could manage. But it was no match against the Hunters strong grip on her hair. It was only a few days after that, when she was cleaned up and thrown into a cage ready to be sold.
Collars: Steel blue, Pink, Indigo Charms: Silver Bell, White Bell, Skull+Crossbones, Square tag
Crush/Lover: Owned By:
Height: 5’1 Hair Color: Light brown hair, not consistent some parts are lighter then others Eye Color: Usually a lightly brown, sometimes darker if she’s upset or in high alert. Markings or Birthmarks: on the back of her neck is a bite scare from her brother. Appearance: This image is reduced by 22%, click it to view full size.
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Dinah May Anderson
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Aug 24 2010, 08:24 AM
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Name: Adrian "Dennis" Ambrose
Age: Though he doesn't know his age, he is 878
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Race: Vampire
Master or Hunter: Master
Abilities: Being a vampire and all, Adrian has a few nifty tricks. He's rather quick, just a blur at top speed. With his speed comes his strength, which is just standard vampire strength. He can walk up the walls and the ceilings like it was the floor. And, of coarse, he has improved senses.
Bio: Born October 30th-31st [at 11:59:25 but recorded at 12:00, the 31st] 3132, Adrian's life was somewhat eventful. His parents were happily married, he was somewhat popular in school and graduated near the top of his class. His high school sweet heart went to the same collage and they both graduated and found successful live. It was their first year living together, his new wife was pregnant and he had a good paying job. Life was great, wasn't it? When his younger brother, who was having some troubles, needed him, he opened his house to him. The day started off rather shitty. His brother borrowed his car without asking, which left Adrian walking to work and late. He got home later that day, him and his wife decided to kick his brother out when he got home. He sent his wife to her sister's house and Adrian stayed up and waited.
It was late when the door slammed, the sound of heavy footsteps hitting the ground. Adrian awoke and looked at his younger brother's silhouette in the doorway on the living room. He started the conversation yelling, shouting, and threatening, but his brother's absence of cockiness silenced him. He took a concerned tone when his brother, shaking, lunged forward. Adrian was bitten on his right shoulder. He managed to get him off and run into his bedroom. he locked it and looked at his wounds. His brother was obviously sick or insane. Adrian leap over his bed and fumbled through the side table, gripping the magnum when the door burst open. He pointed and shot. and shot. and shot. He shot quickly until he was knocked to the ground. The body on top of him was limp and blood from the bullet holes in the chest oozed over him. He pushed the body off him and panted, laying there until he succumbed to sleep.
He slept for a few days, and when he awoke, he had a strange craving. It ate away at him, pulling all reason away. he stood and stumbled over the body, oblivious to it, and dragged himself into the kitchen. everything seemed spoiled to his senses. His hunger ripped apart his mind. the sound of a door opening caught his attention. The smell that struck him was beautiful. He didn't remember much after that. The hunger soon subsided and his eyes opened. the sound of crying filled the air. He looked down to see a baby on the floor, red as a strawberry and crying it's head off. Why was it there? He looked around to she his wife, as white as a sheet and chunks ripped out of her. He stared for what seems like a life time before looking back to the child, his child. He picked it up and held it close, shaking as he did so.He did this, he knew he did. How could he? he didn't remember. His face hurt, like he was about to tear up, but he held himself together. He left, with the baby, and went to the nearest relatives house, dropping it off on their doorstep, not before writing it's name, Dennis, on it's blanket. His life from then on is documented in a large collection of journals. he soon went insane shortly after that event, probably from grief. He has no memory of his life before and only knows his life as it is now.
Collars Preferred:
Pink: Pleasure
Dark Red: Doesn't mind giving blood
Green: Maid
Indigo: Pet
Dark blue: Obedience
Violet: Entertainment
Pink with White Swirls: Breeding [He's thought about ti]
Charms Preferred:
White Bell: Virgin
Golden Heart: Playful
Shark Tooth: Smart Ass
Treble Clef: Creative
Equal Sided Cross: Knows Basic First Aid
Paw Print: Good With Animals [mostly cats. With a household of cats they better learn to like them]
Pink Heart: Likes To Tease Masters
Soft Pink Bell: Multiple Personality
Crush/Lover:
Owns:
Lunn
Height: 6'7"
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Red
Markings or Birthmarks: None
Appearance: Click here. Being as tall as he is, he's quite intimidating. Shaggy, black hair covers his red eyes most of the time. He has a few fetishes himself, He rarely sleeps so He loves to watch others sleep. Tears or crying make him randy. He like to hold his lovers down and bite or feed off them. He sports a black trench coat, a dark red sweater underneath. His pants are long and heavy, chains dangle and clink together when he walks. He only wears a top hat outside and he strolls along with what looks like a large, kind thick cane. Upon closer expection, it's easy to see it a large aluminum baseball bat. I doubt he ever uses it for baseball. It's rather hard to understand what he's talking about in conversations, he speaks nonsense or in riddles. The only emotion he ever seems to portray is this extream sense of happiness and fun. He doesn't seem to hold any feelings for anyone but believe me, he does. you just can't ever see it. One of his trademarks is this wide grin he gives, in a sense it's rather creepy. in reality, he's rather creepy. he has this feeling about him that just gives off this sinister intent to him, but it's just a feeling you'll have to grow used to.
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Dinah May Anderson
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Aug 24 2010, 08:27 AM
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Name: Julian Leviticas
Age: 43
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Height: 6’3’’
Weight: 14 stone (I can’t convert it)
Appearance: With pericing ice blue eyes and a head of golden curls Julian was given his name after an angel. His strong muscles and perfectly formed body look like something out of a Greek story or that of a statue of Rodin. He has a thick neck with a predominant Adam’s apple, large hands and thick wrists. His skin, despite spending much time outside remains at a computer-screen bleached pale.
Residents: A flat on North Street
Master/Slave: Master
Position wanted: Staff. Due to his rich and well educated childhood Julian could be an accountant for the club’s earnings though he studied Art and Media at university he could easily do advertising.
Physical Strengths:
- Fantastic eye sight, he sees things beyond what they physically stand for – Beauty and charm, high charisma makes him attractive to many – Strong enough to hold his own in a fight but not willing to do box-shifting labour
Mental Strengths:
- Above average IQ – Creativity – Strong wits- not easily tricked or deceived. Julian is cunning.
Physical Weaknesses:
- Not athletic, he has low stamina – Insomnia – His appearance can make many envious or jealous of him
Mental Weaknesses:
- Perfectionist - Vain - Manipulative
Skills:
- Able to think on the spot and under pressure – Did a master course to learn the weak spots of the body, he can control slaves without physical strength – Can write while speaking or listening and touch type – Bartending (from teen job experience) – Emotional Mastery. Julian can look and sound like he says one thing but is in fact feeling another
Background: Raised as a rich kid on a large estate in England Julian had everything he needed and could ask for. Though his passion laid with people and not far away in a remote mansion so when he went to university he studied hard, got a job to earn himself a living instead of being dependent off his parent’s fortune. He saved enough money to go travelling and toured the world. He found this was better for him than his rich upbringing, thriving off the independence and experience he gained. He moved to America away from his parents and began to look for a job, preferring his own dependence than scrounging off his family. He still keeps in contact with them, beginning to make a fresh life in America. He just needs friends and a job now…
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Draiton paced the hall outside Kaska's room, his fist curled and almost gnawing at his skin. He was agitated and feeling disgruntled, finally bursting into Kaska's room and storming over to him.
He yanked the mace away from Kaska and plunged it into the bed, the sound of wood splintering ran through the air but Dratz paid no heed as he threw himself at Kaska.
He forced the whore to lie down, wrenching his legs apart and clamping his lips to Kaska's infected thigh. He drank heavily from Kaska, leaching onto him and not letting the half breed escape him. He planned to drink the whore into exhaustion- hating the itchy feeling of infection around his lips. Snarling he continued to feed from Kaska, only stopping when the whore was too weak to resist. Then he lapped the wound closed and loomed over the wretch below him.
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Dinah May Anderson
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Aug 24 2010, 08:30 AM
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Name: Nikola Zuzana Svenja Nickname(s) Niko ([Nike without the e] nik-o), Niki (nick-eye) Age: 219 Gender: Female
Sexuality: Either way Race: Half Harpy, half siren Master or Hunter: Master
Bio:
It was a cold winter night when the male Harpy landed on the seaside rock. He had been recently attacked, and was looking for a place to rest and recover for the night. At first glance, the siren women were horrified by the imposing and disfigured, damned man, but one siren felt some little compassion that seemed to prevail over her fear. Looking after the Harpy, she bandaged and tended to his wounds after arguing with him over it for an hour. The man was surprised by the gentle deftness in her fingers, and became entranced in her concentrated face.
He slept on the rock for the next two nights, while she fed him, checked his wounds, and overall, took care of him. It was the sunset of the third day when it became apparent to him that the odd feelings he had been experiencing lately were unmistakable, and not a figment of sicken'd feavour. So it happened that night, that the flighty Harpy would join his deft siren nurse in 'bed'. She denied him no more then he refused her.
He stayed with his partner for another four nights, swathed by her very presence, oblivious to all else. The woman, however, by day was subjected to scorn and disapproval by the rest of her sea community. The ending of the eighth day brought about the plan for him to leave and make accommodations for the two of them even though the two of them were bound to sea and sky.
He left, and never returned.
It was later that week when she found out that she was pregnant. The standard nine months went by, and the child's father never returned.
The lady had, in her time of carrying, still welcomed other men, human, with her siren voice, so when her pregnancy became evident to the community, she was no longer ridiculed for her former occupancy, for they believed it was of another man. It happened to them sometimes.
However, things were a little different when she came to term. She gave birth to a healthy little baby girl. The baby's skin was a little darker then was normal for a siren, so the ladies would tease at how she had gotten with an 'exotic' man. She would never admit, and the ladies would never know how right they were until it was too late.
In the baby's first few months, things went fine. Her mother received no stress from the group. When turnaround came to a year, however, the baby's skin had darkened even more, and two small nubs rested where her shoulder blades sat. After they did not go away, her mother kept the child in hiding. It became increasingly harder to hide just who the child's sire truly was.
However, one day another siren came over when she heard the girl throwing a tantrum. What she found was a disheveled mother and the girl, laying on a rock, bleeding from where her wings were starting to sprout. Aghast, the neighbor left, and swam for the siren leader.
There it was decided that four would wait for the mother to leave for 'market' (the ship route) and then dispatch the child. A few days later, when the mother finally left, two women found and stole the young child. Taking her, they silently and quickly made their way between rocks to a ship graveyard. With two other women holding the girl down, the initial two took large blades to the girls inner forearms, running deep, long cuts into them.
The mother returned to find her child missing, and panicked, yelling her name. When she happened across blood droplets on rocks she followed them, and was horrified by what she found; her daughter, passed out in a pool of her own blood, all alone, and pale. Seeing from the wounds that they were intentional, she quickly summed up who had attacked her precious daughter. Secretly, she took her to a secret cave, and tended to her wounds.
Miraculously, she survived, and no one knew she was alive for another full week. However, the leader's ears caught the suspicious whispers, and men were dispatched to find the mother and child. Dragging the mother out of the cave when they spotted the girl, the pulled her to a large rock, the little hybrid child attempting to follow. When they got to the rock, the girl stood there and watched as her mother, the only family she ever knew, was stoned to death, and left to dry up on the rocks before her very eyes.
Believing that the she was now dead, and that it had been her that had cured and made the child whole again, the village people came after the girl, still throwing stones and curses. The two-year old took to the sky for the first time.
Having nothing to her but her name and her mother's, Nikola Zuzana Svenja, took to the road a disheveled mess. She managed to survive for a while on finding odd water sources and wild berries, because the wings that spoke of her Harpy heritage, and the beauty of the Siren side marked her as an invalid hybrid and drove any do-gooders away. No one would help the devil or his spawn.
Eventually, she came to the town of Arila, and there, was raised on the streets by other vagrant, homeless kids. Even among them she was an outcast, often ridiculed for her frightful, yet beautiful appearance. Her life continued this way for a while, though she often went without because other children would demand or steal from her, and she never really made a good thief. Often she played the part of the decoy, because she was so odd and strange looking.
On one large attempt, a band of six kids were ransacking a carriage of a visiting mage, who had never been to the town before. In attempts to rid themselves of the 'problematic Nikola' as they called her, the other kids made it near impossible for her to get out, trapping her wings, and didn't warn her when the mage was returning. When she did attempt her escape, he caught her by the collar of her shirt. His anger against the girl lessened some as he saw the rest of the group take off, running and laughing. The mage then offered her two choices: He could take her to the law for her wrong-doings, or she could come with him. In exchange she would be fed, clothed, and have a roof over her head. Reluctantly, she agreed.
At first, she was his household helper. Fetching things he needed and letting him know when things were boiling, et cetra. This was the beginning of her life as a true slave. Her Master's personal life however, was still his own personal life. So when he returned home one day, bragging about how easily he had killed some rival Eladrin mage of his, she was surprised, but didn't show it. He had always told her killing was the last resort, but didn't ask questions. She wasn't sure she wanted to know.
Later that day, they went out for a while, because Master needed supplies, and stayed overnight. Upon return to his home and their study, they found that the entire workplace had been ransacked and destroyed. In a blind rage, Master turned to her, threw some money at her, and yelled at her to leave. He couldn't support her anymore.
Her true journey started then, as she began her search for her unknown father, the thief that ruined her life with Master, and to prove to the Sirens that she was worth something.
Life had been cruel to her; she could be just as cruel right back.
Collars Preferred: Orange - guard Red - torture Dark Red - doesn’t mind giving blood Green - house work/maid Green with Butterflies - good with children Indigo - pet/toy Blue with spikes - dangerous Violet - Entertainment Steel Blue - disobedient Black - Is Hybrid Pink spiked - Aggressive pleasurable
Charms Preferred: Silver Bell - neko White Bell - virgin Golden Heart - playful Silver Heart - kitsune Wings - has wings Blue Tear Drop - Water Creature Shark Tooth - smart ass Skull + crossbones - Aggressive a cloud tag - Laid back a crescent moon - Sociable a treble clef - Creative/arty lip shape tag - Knows languages (good for master to have around) an equal sided cross - Knows basic first aid A paw - Good with animals spanner shape tag - Good with fixing things around the home four tear drops that make a flower - Shy, bashful Black Upside Down Cross - Infernal/Demonic Being Miniature Crystal Ball - Gifted/Mystical Pink Heart – flirt/likes to tease master's
Fetish Charms Preferred: Handcuffs - Likes to be tied up Mouth with a tongue licking it's lips - oral fetish
Crush/Lover: Owns:
Height: 5' 6" Hair Color: Jet Black Eye Color: Blue Markings or Birthmarks:
[^] Scars that run on her inner forearms, diagonally, from wrist to elbow [^] When not fabricated, wings appear as tattoos on her back [^] Tattoo on shoulder
Appearance: Wings can materialize at will. The Siren half negates the Harpy's traditional unkempt appearance; therefore she retains a Siren's beauty. Often wears an outfit of black.
Name: Lunn Age: 13 Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bi-sexual Race: Fox shape-shifter Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: Lunn's life was very normal in the beginning. She had a loving mother and father that treated her with respect. They lived in a small town that soled and distributed slaves. Although, her parents knew what she was, they loved her the same. She tended to have outbursts and violent fits and usually the consequences of those fits caused her to get a spanking. The fox within disliked her parents and would talk to her as if she had two personalities.
She was a very bright child and caught on quick to anything that was put in front of her. Except the only thing that boggled her mind was the voice that spoke to her and it disturbed her. She feared for her parents since it explained how it was going to take over and kill her parents slowly. She cried herself to sleep at night and always carried around a stuffed Fox around. It was a gift from her parents when she was born and she kept it to heart. Loving the thing like it was alive.
In the perfect house hold held the mind of a killer and she was very small. She was no threat to anyone, but when she lashed out one day at her parents the fox decided to take over and cause mayhem. In her violent fit, she couldn't recall much except the excruciating change she undergoed. Her father was the reason she was mentally ill. He was a schizophrenic and caused the missing pieces in her personality and it had to fill in with something and that's when the voice came into play.
In her violent rage, she attacked her mother after she tried to fend herself with a kitchen knife. She'd gotten stabbed in the fight but fully changed and damn near killed her mom. After the fit, she was exhausted and tired barely able to move. But, even in her exhausted state she still saw the damage she caused to her mother. The ambulance came and took her mom away and soon after being in the hospital her mother died of blood loss. Fearing the worst, Lunn sat in her bedroom in the corner and as soon as the father was called, he rushed home knowing exactly what happened and beat Lunn everyday he could.
She was 8 years old when she killed her mom and after taking the beating of her father for 3 years, she feared people. Because of her obedience toward her father it grew on her. She obeyed anyone because it was beat into her. She awaited everyday to be beat when her father came home and at the end of the third year, the father grabbed a bat and lost all control going devil on her, beating her once again. After Lunn was passed out cold, she couldn't remember much other than opening her eyes once or twice seeing the stars and night sky. But, all was black after that.
She woke up to only be greeted by a cage and for almost two years now she was given to the place that distributed slaves. She was given to one Master and he wasn't the very nice type. He reminded her of her father but soon after not listening to her Master, she was abandoned to be on the market once again. The slave thing didn't mind her, she just didn't like abusive Masters. And from there, life went on.
Collars: - Teal (Insane) - Dark Blue (obedience) - Green (House work/Maid) - Green with Butterflies (Good with children) - Violet (Entertainment Singing and playing harp) - Indigo (pet/toy) - Dark Red (Doesn’t mind giving blood) - Orange spikes (Aggressive guard)
Charms: - White bell (Virgin) - An equal sided cross (Knows basic first aid) - A treble clef (Creative/arty) - A paw (Good with animals) - Shark Tooth (smart ass) - Soft pink bell (multiple personality) - White Heart (Kitsune and Playful)
Fetishes: - Pair of hands cupped together (Must touch everything it sees) - Z shaped charm (Somnophilia. Somnophiliacs get their jollies from watching people sleep.) - + A tooth (Must chew on something) - + Eye with a tear drop in it (Dacryphilia. People with Dacryphilia get aroused from crying or tears.) - + A knife with blood on it (Erotophonophilia. People with this Fetish are aroused from murder.)
Crush/Lover: N/A Owned By: Adrian Ambrose
Height: 5'2" Hair Color: White Eye Color: Bright blue Markings or Birthmarks: N/A Appearance: Lunn has bright blue eyes and an innocent look to her appearance. Which, any master would love to have. Her eyes hold some form of insanity behind them. Only when she is thoroughly thinking is when her eyes appear absent of a mind. She has a slender body and is very graceful in movement. She always wears plain dresses and only on rare occasions will she wear black button up shirts and usually plaid green skirts.
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Name: Suki Age: 18 Gender: Female
Sexuality: bi Race: Neko Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: In a forest in Japan, a Wolf like Neko roamed the forest for any animal that she could easily kill or any berries that are edible. This girl will be known as Suki, which you will find out why soon. She usually spent her days stalking prey and hunting berries, happy as a clam and always like it when the prey got smart, as she always loved to do new things and have some excitement. She may act all energetic and adventurous alone, but she had few forest friends, as they know one day her action will get her killed or worse. They were also a bit jealous of her as she kind of love to show off; especially since her breasts were the biggest any of the Nekos have seen. She also did something very few Nekos did, bathe. They all knew to never bath in the pond in the forest as that is there source of drinking water, and the only other body of water is the stream, but that’s out in the opening, were hunters could get them, but Suki goes there with out fear.
Suki was smiling as she bathed in the nearby stream, as she usually did after going through the forest to gather food for herself, glancing at the old manor across it. The house always made her shiver as some American had built it so he could have his dream house full of slaves in the country he admires. In fact, most of the Nekos in the forest were scared of it as it means one of them may be in that house next. Suki finished her bath, eager to get away, but she walked right into a trap she could have easily dodged if she was not staring at the house. A tear leak out of her eye as she is carried to the house she fears. She began to think of the life she was force to leave behind, all the food she went to gather, pointless, the forest breeze blowing through her body, all the Nekos she knew, being forced into slavery was worse then death to most of the nekos.
The Master of the house just smiled as the scared Suki was given her name, which she did not mind having, made her feel a bit more human then an object, And was put to work. Suki began to hate the master as the work was embarrassing, she even blushed while she did it as the master grown a liking to her nude appearance and refused to give her clothes. She was use to being nude, and enjoyed it, but the way he sounded and stared at her, made her uncomfortable and want to cover the things he stares at just to let him not have the satisfaction. Over the months of being a slave and having to deal with him giving her command and ticking her off, she picked up some English and some Japanese. She was also trained in sword fighting. This was the only time she was happy as she wore at least some clothes and got to release her anger on the dummies. She also grew a slight crush on the Female slave that trained her, as she felt comfortable with her; in fact, they even slept together, even when the master did not want them to. One night, she found out her master was a vampire and choose her to feed off. But Suki let out a cry when his fangs went into her neck and she pulled away from him and ran to the nearest wall. She pulled a katana from the wall and stabbed him in the heart with pure anger of all the months spent with him. She was shocked of what she did, yet happy as she was free and bolted out the door with the thought of freedom filling her head as tears of joy came to her eyes, only to be capture by the hunters watching the perimeter. She was given her charms and collars for all the things she was taught, acted and did. She was given the red collar for the bite mark, which haunts her every time she sees a vampire look at her, wanting to taste her blood.
Collars: Pink- pleasure, Indigo- pet/toy, Dark red- doesn’t mind giving blood, orange- guard, Green- house work/maid/good with children Charms: four tear drop shapes with the smallest points conneting in the middle to make a sort of flower/cross shape - Shy, bashful, A paw - Good with animals, Silver Bell- neko, Black Bow- weapon training 6, Skull + crossbones - Aggressive
Crush/Lover: (modify your profile if you get one later) Owned By:(modify your profile when you get one later)
Height:6’0 Hair Color:white/grey Eye Color: brown Markings or Birthmarks: the wolf like tail and ears.
Name: Kisara Miu Solomon - Pet Name: Varies from owner to owner. Age: 20 (Appears 17) Gender: Female
Sexuality: Heterosexual / Straight Race: Yue Kitsune (Moon Fox) Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: Foxes are considered tricksters, illusionists … What of the true Kitsunes, and their subraces? They are just as human as others, save for trademark traits. However, it also makes them equal targets for the qualms of life itself. Kisara’s mother was owned by an elderly couple as a guard and companion, though she was bought when pregnant. Childbirth complications soon left the young kit-child motherless, though her human owners treated her like a grandchild despite racial differences.
Patsu and Eleanor may not have had much to raise a child on; though they did secure her a good education and knowledge of small weaponry, as the former was a past warrior and the latter a retired teacher. The young child learned quickly, as if she were already thrice her age when they began teaching her. Oddly enough, it remained the same as she aged. By the age of six she was reading Hamlet and other olden tales, poetry and prose alike. Naturally, there were many things she did not understand at first, but questions fixed that. Her Kitsune-like mind seemed to aide her pursuits, as if her ancestors were affecting a child’s knowledge, though Kisara did not have the heart to put much effort into her weaponry training. It simply wasn’t in her to be dangerous at the time, though she eventually received three black bows on her orange collar before her time there ended.
By the time she reached the age of ten, though, Kisara had received a little above average of an extended highschool education. At that age she had discovered her own love of the creative arts, and was given her first real but last gift. The emerald colored book was special to her, the small opalescent crystal on its cover also providing her with a sense of security as it had to read one’s life-aura to open. It was specifically bound to her aura at Eleanor’s request when it was being made, and tied into her current owners for later on.
However, humans can only live so long. Kisara’s owners and “grandparents” passed away of old age not long after she received the gift. It was then that she was introduced to the slave market; to clear up an old debt they had remaining. Even at the age of ten she sought a high price, after reevaluating her collars and charms. At first she was bought to keep a young noblewoman company until she was married, though continued her training as a guard over the next several months. While she liked Annelise as a person; Kisara didn’t care much for her new Arms Master. He did mean well, though, in saying that she couldn’t give up simply because she didn’t like something.
Her magical poweress awakened soon afterwards, which resulted in a bow being removed as the power was gauged as an average. Kisara could’ve cared less about losing a weaponry mark, though she did take her teacher’s words to heart and began putting forth a little more effort when practicing with a weapon in hand. As the wedding for her Mistress had been delayed, the young girl ended up regaining her third bow by the time she was sold again.
Kisara then passed from owner to owner for the next two years, most of the time with those classified as nobles seeking for novelty entertainment. When the ‘shine’ of a new servant girl wore off, she was sold again. Her brief passed Masters and Mistresses left no specific mark on her memory other than some people had more depth than others, most of the time only remembering their names when they borrowed her from their supposed friends.
It wasn’t until she turned thirteen that she received another “long term” Master, this one seeking more than just a songbird or storyteller. Marcus was one of her first owners since Annelise that seemed to think of her as a person, rather than another servant with fuzzy ears and a tail. However, he also seemed to make use of her stack of already acquired collars and charms. It was during her stay with him that she received her Dark Red collar, though he redesigned all of them to where they were little more than thin bands of specially colored metal that stacked and then snapped together.
Over the next three years she continued to refine her skills and education, though weaponry wasn’t Marcus’s focus when he was helping her. Kisara’s vamparic master was more interested in developing her magical skill than dagger, as he’d only had the redtailed kitsune slaves before. Her blue Fox Fire intrigued him, as did her book. He was the first one in five years she let touch it, much less read it. As he also seemed creatively inclined, Marcus gave her small tips on her poetry and haiku over the next year she remained at his manor.
This time when she was sold, though, it was due to Marcus having several olden enemies finding him. His reasoning was so she would not be unduly harmed for being in his presence. However, it didn’t look as if she received the best of masters by the time she turned seventeen. While she never told the traders her precise age when asked, she simply said “yes” when they were asking if she was old enough to bear the Pink collar.
She was thus introduced to one of her first masters that she considered vile, beyond the usual dislike for those she did not get along with. Kaine was also her first Demon master, and the one to leave a sour taste in her mouth for those that buy for the pink collars. When not exerting his authority and hormones, he was coaching her on her weaponry again. While Kisara did not make a point to lie to her masters, she did omit some of the truth with him. Kaine seemed to have the ‘tradition’ of not truly breaking his female slaves until they were eighteen, so she more or less stretched the truth by six months, trying to prolong the inevitable.
It was then that she created her alter-ego, pouring almost a week’s worth of energy into creating an alternate yet aware personality. Although Kisara took ill from the amount of magic that she used, she took solace in the fact that what she perceived as negative had some place to go now. When training after recovering, however, her usually crystal blue eyes turned a feral amber when sparring with Kaine. Within the two years that he’d bought her in, she had earned three more black bows. One short of the seven to be classified as dangerous.
Roughly five months after she turned eighteen, her current master had lost his patience in waiting. All of her pent up annoyance, dislike, fear, and even hatred was unleashed when he began getting rough with his ‘preplay’, as he called it. Kisara resorted to her alter-ego. Concentrated Fox Fire not only succeeded in blinding him, but also removing the source of his hormones. She ran while she had the chance, though not without obtaining a scar, and spent the next two months evading his employed Hunters.
Ironically enough, after he had decided her dead, she was reclaimed by a different alliance of the Hunters and taken back to the market to be sold once more. Over the next year and a half she was passed around the market, trader to trader, upon them fitting her alter-ego with collars and charms as well. Most did not want to risk her alter-ego ‘taking control’, it seemed.
Kisara now awaits a new Master, though is not baiting her breath upon a kind hearted one. Her last had taught her otherwise.
Personality: (Kisara) As the ‘original’, per se, she holds the base for action and reaction. The young woman is a quick study, and learns things easily. Kisara prefers to avoid confrontation, only backing herself up with her skills when necessary for herself or protection of her master or mistress. She is demure; submissive to others wills a good majority of the time. Tamed, some might say. One thing she does protect is her magically-transcribed book, gifted to her by her first masters. Whenever someone attempts to take it without permission, she will lash out whilst making it vanish for the time.
However, she is also caring of others. Her stature as a slave means little when with certain people, though around others that constantly remind them of their rank, she’ll withdraw into a shell. It only took once of speaking out of turn with a less tolerant master for her to learn to hold her tongue unless spoken too, in most cases with such owners. Due to the times she’s passed hands, though, she knows that no two masters are entirely the same.
At the same time, however, one does not see ferocity when they look into her eyes. Compassion for those that have fared worse than her remains no matter the situation, and loyalty to those she likes. Kisara offers gentle kindness to both of which, going out of her way to help them. She remains obedient to those of higher rank, though, in both self preservation and wariness. When frightened or angered enough, she’ll relinquish to the alter ego she created for that purpose.
(Kisara – Alter Ego) Her alter-ego was created, and can shift back and forth at will, to deal with situations she’d rather not. This mindset has no qualms in aggression, injury to others, or attempting escape. All things she usually sees as negative have no affect on her as they normally would, as what happens is a vague memory that is only cleared upon focus and meditation.
This form is unruly, deceptive. Kisara’s Alter makes no hesitation in lashing out, or with the severity of her strikes. Given the chance to escape whilst she is in control, it is likely she’ll try if not satisfied with her owner. She fights aggressively, and to the death or unconsciousness of a foe. One might even call her cruel, when her eyes gleam vixen amber in such a mindset.
Hobbies: When given free time by her more generous masters, or when awake at night whilst others are asleep, she both reads and writes in her tome. As it is the one thing she truly owns, though, she takes special care of the enchanted book. (Said tome has tri casts on it; one to provide a variety of other printed material, one for continually blank paper which also saves the written pages, and the third is a binding spell which only allows her or her master/mistress to open it. Thus, depending on what Kisara wants, the book can always be different when she opens it.)
Occupations: Differs by her owner’s mood and whim, though she is often making use of her normal collars. Orange, Dark Red, Dark Blue, Violet, and Green are the ones most commonly applied with her masters/mistresses, though many have bought her in the past for her Indigo and Pink ones.
Skills: She earned the six black bows on her orange collar with training in knives, daggers, and an Art; the former small weapons that could easily be hidden and stashed, so others wouldn’t suspect her of being a guard. The latter is a mixed form of the martial arts, though she is not very knowledgeable in it. Kisara does know the very basics of first aide, though, from necessity for the most part. She has become inclined in her magical arts, though, to the point where it does not drain quite as much energy.
Abilities: Kitsune magic is always at hand, and she has the ability to make one object vanish (her tome taking that spot) when not being used. She seems to have concentrated focus on aura, raw energy, as well. Her natural “Fox Fire” is also well controlled, and blue in color.
Strengths: Her loyalty, when earned, is everlasting even if she must be sold. She is also growing more experienced at influencing the auras around her to where they can be used, for many different magical means.
Weaknesses: Kisara’s Soul Jewel (Hoshi no tama) is a very sensitive pressure point, and when harmfully-intended pressure is applied it can cause anything from intense pain to unconsciousness - If not worse. She is also partial to fish, various kinds of tofu, strawberries, and chocolate; those being the few foods to ‘bribe’ her to eat when she refuses due to disliking her owner. Kisara does have trouble with languages other than the one she’s spoken since being a child, though, and can only get a rough grasp on them even after much study.
Collars: (Kisara) Pink – Pleasure Orange – Guard Dark Red – Willing to Provide Indigo – Pet/Toy Dark Blue – Obedience Violet – Entertainment Green – House work/Maid
(Kisara – Alter Ego) Blue with Spikes – Dangerous Steel Blue – Disobedient Orange Spiked – Aggressive Guard Red – Accepts "Mild" Torture
Charms: (Kisara) White Bell – Virgin Black Bow (Six) – Weapons Training Silver Heart – Kitsune Cloud Tag – Laid Back Treble Clef – Artistic Equal Sided Cross – Very basic First Aide Paw – Good with Animals Fourpoint Teardrop Flower – Shy, Bashful Miniature Crystal Ball – Gifted/Mystical Top Hat – Knows Magical tricks Triadic Cross/Triquetra – Holds knowledge in Magical arts. Soft Pink Bell – (Alter Ego)
(Kisara – Alter Ego) White Bell – Virgin Black Bow (Six) – Weapons Training Silver Heart – Kitsune Skull & Crossbones – Aggressive Broken Chain – Untrustworthy Black Upsidedown Cross – Infernal/Demonic Being Miniature Crystal Ball – Gifted/Mystical Triadic Cross/Triquetra – Holds knowledge in Magical arts.
Known Options/Possibilities: Kisara usually has a lofty price due to being a “versatility slave”, and the current rarity of her sub-race. However, due to her variety of collars and charms, she makes a good choice for a variety of prospective masters or mistresses. Prospective owners are usually warned of her alter-ego by the more reputable traders, which sometimes creates mixed feelings or opinions on her.
Crush/Lover: Owned By: Sarlon
Height: 5”5’ Hair Color: White Eye Color: Crystal Blue (Usual) / Feral Amber (Alter Ego) Markings or Birthmarks: Back to back silver crescents on the skin above her heart, though in kitsune form it transfers to her forehead.
Appearance: (Humanoid) She stands roughly 5”5’, and weighs around 117 pounds. Her lithe frame is well toned from training to be a guard, though her muscle is thin rather than bulky. Her skin is naturally pale due to her race, so no matter how much sun she gets, she does not tan. Kisara also has dual silver crescents over her heart, only visible when unclothed or wearing a low cut garment, a natural birthmark that withholds truth to her heritage. A faded red scar lances down from underneath her collarbones, testament of one of her previous masters.
Kisara’s long hair is as white as fresh snow, again a trademark to her race. The wavy locks fall to her knees when loose, though when bought as a pet it is often done up in a variety of different styles with ornaments. Her white fox ears emerge from the uppermost sides of her head, the fur on them very fine and soft. The young woman’s tail is much of the same, except fluffier and with longer hair (roughly as long as one’s finger), while her tail itself is about as long as a large dog’s or wolf's. Kisara’s eyes a usually a soft crystal blue, except when in her alter ego’s mindset. Then, they are calculating and feral amber.
However, despite her age, she physically ages slower than humans or demi-humans. She continually appears three years younger than she is, until she hits the age of twenty one. Then she will maintain perpetual youth until she is old enough to have five tails, before she slowly begins aging again. The cycle repeats, five visible years at a time. Expected life span is to be 5,000 to 10,000 years.
(Kitsune) Her fox form appears to be roughly a foot tall at the shoulder, no taller than a fennec when counting its ears. Kisara’s paws are dainty, no larger than the palm of a child’s hands. Even so, the black pads on them are hardened. Her eyes take on a more animalistic shine, though retaining all of her humanoid feel and intelligence. The kitsune’s pelt is usually clean from self grooming, shining with the luster of health when with a good master.
- Attire: No matter the situation, she has collars and charms upon her throat. However, due to the magic of her nature, the collars and charms entirely change when her mindset does. However, she also tends to have a “u” shaped crescent moon necklace when bought as a pet, to keep up the natural theme of her body and race.
It depends on why she is bought as to what attire she is given, though her usual ‘pending sale’ garments are always simple. Worn out jeans or shorts, usually sleeveless shirts, sometimes dresses or skirts when with the less profitable slave traders. Nicer material and design is used with the richer ones, though it is usually something to better define her features no matter what the state of the traders is, to better the chance of a sale.
(Others Pending.)
Other: As with all Kitsunes, be it in human or fox form, they have a soul jewel (Hoshi no tama). Kisara’s is an aquamarine colored sphere, embedded in the back of her throat. No matter her form, though, collars conceal it.
Also being young for the kitsune lifespan, she currently only has one tail in both human and fox form. Every thousand years, providing Kisara lives, she gains another tail. Health is reflected in the sheen and luster of the pelt on them, as well as usual hair on humans.
Due to never having the monthly womanly issue, though, it is sufficient for her to admit she’s barren. As much as she’d want children when she reached the proper age, and finds her true “Other”, it isn’t possible.
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Jonah Matthew Noah Peltier{A.K.A Soul} Post by ebonyspyre on Jul 22, 2010, 3:04pm
Name: Jonah Matthew Noah Peltier Age: 17 1/2{looks about 15} Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bi Race: half-vampire Slave or Temp Slave: Slave
Bio: Before Birth: Jonah's mother had been a slave, so when her master found out she was pregnant, he threatened to have the baby killed. He never wanted children and he was going to kill the baby the night he found out she was pregnant, but his son Johan had convinced him to let Johan deal with the baby, after all unknown to Jonah his father was the master's son. The mother and the father thought it would be better to get the boy a new home, but they had to sneak the boy out, which was going to be very hard. So when the boy was born, he was placed into Johan's arms, to be taken care of. The boy seemed to be so weak and exhausted, and he was doing nothing but sleeping, crying and eating. Johan always took the time he had to sneak the boy into see his mom. After Jonah was born, Johan told her a secret he had never told anyone. He told her he was a vampire and now the child could be a full vamp or a half vamp, or he could be human. The two of them watched there boy closely over the next few years waiting for the sign of him being a half vampire, and that sign came when he was about four years old.
Toddler years:Before when he was about four years old, he had small fangs in his mouth, which had been found by Johan, who Jonah was named after, other then the fangs, and the fact that he didnt' always eat human food, he seemed human. Jonah was a happy little boy who wanted to get into anything, but he had one problem, he was stuck inside his room all day, and then one day he got to the age of six, and started to realize that something didn't seem right, they were packing up his stuff but his mother wouldn't let him leave, he was only six but he knew something he didnt' understand was going on. He saw the master pick up a gun and point it at the his mother, the boy tried to tell her to move, but it was like he couldn't speak, the last thing he remembered seeing before he blacked out was his mom fall to the ground, blood splattering onto his face. When he awoke there was tears running down his cheeks, and his face had blood on it, and so did his clothes. No one would tell him anything, but he knew she was gone...and there was nothing he could do the only one who was alive happened to be his father. He tried his best to forget what happened to her, she was the one he had hoped would have come with him, but now he was being sold and there was nothing he could. Before he was sent of to the slave area,a company took him to test something on him and as a result he got wings, and then was shipped off to the slave area when it didnt' do anything else. He was in so much pain becuase of the wings, and his body has still not quite gotten used to them. But the man in a white lab coat watches him all the time in the slave area, where he is kept. It seems to him that the lab guy wants to watch him, to see who buys him.
Pre-teen He reached the age of thirteen being in that slave area even though he hardly slept, his memories of his mom's death kept running through his head. He had almost been bought once, but the family said he was to much of a problem when they took him out of his cage. He had the tendancy to attack anyone because he hated all people, they would always try to take the necklace of his neck, he had picked up off his mom's dead body, and he wouldnt' let anyone take it, he bit one of the guys who tried to take him out of the cage, but when they did finally get him out of the cage, they tried to touch him in ways they shouldn't have and he was scarred from that ever since, but he knew he had to do it, but he kicked them and ignored them, and was thrown back into his cage beaten to a pulp becuase he wouldn't let them take his innocence. He doesn't have any memories of his past, or at least not ones he brings up, but he does have nightmares from time to time but he can't bring himself to talk about that night, the face of the woman who was killed is blurry and he can't really remember it, even though part of him knows it was his mother.
Collars: Pink - pleasure Orange-Guard Dark Red - doesn’t mind giving blood Dark red spiked - Accepts extreme torture (in contrast to mild torture {standard dark red}) Indigo - pet/toy Dark Blue - obedience{{the only thing that he won't be obedient with is if someone tries to take the necklace from him, its the last thing he has of his mothers, and he won't let anyone touch it.}}
Charms: White Bell - virgin Black Bow - weapon training Golden Heart - playful four tear drops that make a flower - Shy, bashful (use to be 'four tear drop shapes with the smallest points connecting in the middle to make a sort of flower/cross shape') ice blue heart - not trusting or wanting love{can be broken someone just has to be willing to try} A circular tag representing a ball - Active/sporty (perhaps instructs master to do a lot of activities with the slave) Wings: has wings
Crush/Lover: none Owned By:no one
Height: 5'3 Hair Color: Blonde Eye Color: both eyes are green,{his left eye changes to a silverish gray color when he is hungry, since he is a half-vamp, he has a harder time controlling his hunger...since he hasnt' eaten for awhile.} Markings or Birthmarks: Scars all over his body from mutiple beatings, and a few experiments he doesn't like to talk about.
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other:  The necklace that is around his neck, he won't let anyone touch it.
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Name: Leuad Thistlefoot Age: 17 Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay. Completely. Race: Neko Slave or Temp Slave: Temp Slave
Bio: Leuad was born into a small, unimportant village on the Outskirts of The City, at the foot of the Mountains. His village was a normal village. Not really a town, because it wasnt nearly big enough, and yet not as small as a compound. So a village it was called. Nothing eventful actually happened as he was growing up, but that changed when he was twelve years old.
The village was raided by what his mother and father called Government spies, but were actually just a large group of feral Hunters. They sacked all the houses, and dragged away most of the children, and some women. Including Leuad. Most of the men of the village had been killed defending it, and the remaining men were circled around the women and children left standing. Leuads father was amoung them, still fighting to save his wife. Neither of the parents noticed Leuad had been taken until the Hunters had already fled, taking the hapless boy with them.
The rest seemed to go as a blur to the boy. First, all the children and women were seperated and put into different cages, and then they were tested and questioned to see which collars they would wear. Leuad had a gift for singing, and creating different things from basic objects, so he was given collars and charms before he was sent off into a large market.
It wasnt even a day before he was snatched up. And yet, the Master there died and he was shipped back into the filthy Market. He was now 14, and without a Master. Again, he was snatched up relatively easily by a red-eyed Master, who kept the boy for two years until being driven insane by an infection. It was then that the boy was choked by the man with a thin wire, and Leuad was almost killed until local military charged in and arrested the man. Not for assaulting of a slave, but for countless crimes the man had commited previously.
The boy was patched up, and put back into the market. This time no one snatched him up so fast, for their was a scar across his neck that some thought meant he was either violent or suicidal. And so he sat there, his life uneventual as he turned 17 and received his pink collar. He still sits and waits for a new Master. He isnt biased against Masters, nor is he the kind to fight. He has long ago accepted his place in his new life, and he only wishes for a warm bed and a Master to lean against again.
Now, form lack of buying, the slavers had made him into a Temp slave, but he still needs a Master to voerlook his temp-slaveness. (Kai)?
Collars: Pink (Pleasure), Indigo (Pet) and Violet (Entertainment). Charms:
* Golden Bell- neko and playful * White Bell- virgin * A cloud tag - Laid back * A treble clef - Creative/arty * A paw - Good with animals * four tear drops that make a flower - Shy, bashful * Pink Heart – flirt/likes to tease master's
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Height: 5'1 Hair Color: Light Brown Eye Color: Bright Green Markings or Birthmarks: A small scar on his throat where a previous insane Master had tried to choke him with a thin wire. Appearance: He has bright green eyes, which can dance with mischief or stare up at you adoringly. His light brown hair is rather on the crazy side, but with three tubes of gel and four cans of hairspray it can be tamed into a handsome brush-back hair-do. He's a bit on the skinny side, but more slender than skinny. His face is small and pointed, but still cute for being 17 years old.
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