†Chained.For.Life† Literate[+] Slave Rp [open/accepting]

Willing to join? Or even literate?

Yes.	19.3%	[ 84 ]
No.	9.4%	[ 41 ]
Awesome topic.	10.1%	[ 44 ]
I'm Literate.	18.6%	[ 81 ]
I'm a Advanced Literate. =]	16.8%	[ 73 ]
Poll whore option.	25.7%	[ 112 ]
Total Votes:			[ 435 ]

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•.•.•.•Introduction •.•.•.•

Hello rich costumer, it seems your eye has caught the this particular slave shop I have noticed. Well come in and take a look, we have some of the finest slaves all around, we may even have the lowest, but who knows what personal taste you may have for a slave. The shop has a various selection of slaves ranging with attitudes and attributes, but of course there is a price to pay for what you may be looking for. The prices around the shop are from $600 being the lowest and some of the exquisite slave's going all the way to $400,000. It just depends on what your willing to pay for your money, and of course, we try and deliver the goods as we got them. The slaves are fed about twice a day, not saying the food is no where near adequate for them to eat all the time, but we run a slave shop, what's there to expect. There is one slave per cage, which each cage is about 20 ft. by 20 ft. which in all may not be the largest, but expect it, there has to be hundreds of cages fit into this shop. Each slave is shackled to the walls by chains on both feet and one wrist, keys will be given to remove these chains at time of purchase. Disobedient slaves will regularly be beaten when they misbehave, it is not tolerated from workers and guard's, so if there are bruises and cuts, or even scars, don't be alarmed it just shows, your soon to be slave has had misfortune in their early time being at the shop. Shop policy says only two slaves per Master, which there needs to be slaves coming and going and to only one customer, so if this is of any inconvenience possibly re-decide your decision of coming here. All in all, we will try and help all your needs while looking for slaves, but the owner personally never shows his face, so just take a look around, browse whatever, but by my words, you won't leave this shop with a slave for free. We have specially trained guards with ill-tempered guard dogs for that matter. Just be cautious for what you may deal with here. Also the best of luck with these slaves, and well live splendidly.

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•.•.•.•Rules and Regulations•.•.•.•

-Some few straight offs, better read-
••• Follow all Gaia TOS.
••• Be respectful to all others and myself as well with any moderators here in the thread that are known.
••• I am god of this roleplay, whatever I state as a rule or anything else, it goes no matter the fact of anything. Disobey my rules, your a** is history.
••• You may have any race your damn heart desires, but not something with like 4 freaking races mixed together.
••• There is only 2 slaves allowed per Master, I rather have one but two will be good, and maybe just maybe later on I may switch, so keep watching out for that change.
••• Do not what so ever post in here, which your not allowed to or not been told your allowed to. Only accepted members may be allowed to post when I give the right away. If I see any see any post not suppose to be in here, your a** will be grass =].
••• No bumping allowed here also that includes no advertising ANYTHING, unless you have clearly asked me to post in here, siggies are fine of course but not in my thread, if you want to go do that, just do it somewhere else, this thread is for literate roleplaying not a bumping thread, so get that straight. If I get to the point of you spamming my thread, I will not hesitate to report you.
••• If you decide to join you have to be active, please thats one main thing I ask, be active and get into the game [roleplay haha]. But yeah please do this as with being literate.
••• No cybering in my thread, we all know when and where cybering starts and ends, so don't do it, no one wants to read your little porno.
••• Romance may be encouraged but keep it within the limits of Gaia TOS.
••• When sending me your character profile, title it "Dare.To.Speak", believe me, if you don't title it by what I say to or you don't title it at all, I will surely ignore it, you were to careless to read the rules and you better fix your own mistakes.
••• Don't change one thing in this roleplay I have made, that includes, the codes, rules, or anything I stated, so that be that.
••• If your not active for more then 2-3 days, I will personally remove your character from the slave list, unless you have stated otherwise to me privately.
••• Do not post any of your profiles in this thread, none what so ever, you send all to me.
••• Failure to add double pink hearts and a smiley face at the end of your character profile will result in your pm being ignored also, this shows me you didn't read through all the rules that I have clearly stated.
••• You may ******** cuss as you want, but be warned if I see excessive amount of cussing, I will not tolerate it around here, so don't push your luck with that.
••• Also when sending your character skeleton, include a decent sample of your writing, I would like to see personally if you are literate and not just making it up trying to get in. Just a sample, doesn't matter from what previous roleplay it may be from, just include it.
••• If you have any other questions about the rules I am stating, please give me a pm and talk to me directly, I will respond only if the pm is titled something regarding this roleplay.


-Literacy issue-
Okay now I will clearly state what I expect and my issues and or rules for being in the roleplay. You have to be literate, or really pretty damn close to it. I will not accept any one-liners..never ever I am talking about. That is a disgrace to how I roleplay, I mean I understand writers block, but never make a habit of it. If you wish to post, your post has to be a minimum of 4 lines in size 9-10 font. I will not allow size 11 or anything bigger in here, it makes everything look cluttered and un neat, sorry but that rule stays. Please, and I mean please choose a color for you character for when posting, it makes it look nice around here. Also no using ** or anything of the likes for actions, thats like freaking preschool people, if you even had the thought of doing that here, then leave right now and do not come back. When sending character profiles, do not change any of the codes or anything and FOLLOW it. If you do that, your well set then. Like the directions for the codes say, you better write 5-8 lines in size 9-10 font for the bio of the character, no ifs, ands, or buts about it. Be creative, its nice to have your own work completed so do that, not some 2 lines please, unless I have stated otherwise privately. If you dare come into this roleplay speaking first person, you will be removed immediately and won't be accepted back. Use Italics for thought, " " for speech, and {{ }}. [[ ]], (( )), or ll. .ll for OOC. No chat speak while roleplaying either. Once and if you read the rules add double hearts and a mr. greenie to the end of your character profile when you send it, it just shows you took the time to read all the way to the bottom of this, and I'm very thankful for.

Note: I hate to be so freaking rude about things like this, but I got screwed over for the last roleplay I started due to people not reading the rules, I am not going to be so nice about it this time, so you are forewarned.


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•.•.•.•Collars and Tags•.•.•.•

ll Collars ll

Black--Unbroken
Green--Slightly Tempered
Dark Blue--Loyal
Dark Red--Violent
Teal--Broken
Gray--Disloyal

ll Tags ll

Gold Heart--Obedient
Light Blue Heart--In between
Crimson Heart--Disobedient

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•.•.•.•Character Skeletons•.•.•.•

ll. Masters .ll

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[color=darkblue][b]Name:[/b][/color] [Erase this and put your text here, has to be older then 18]
[color=darkblue][b]Age:[/b][/color] [Erase this and put your text here]
[color=darkblue][b]Gender:[/b][/color] [Erase this and put your text here and state whether Male or Female]
[color=darkblue][b]Orientation:[/b][/color] [Straight, Gay, Lesbian, or Bisexual]
[color=darkblue][b]Race:[/b][/color] [Erase and put Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, etc.]
[color=darkblue][b]Bio:[/b][/color] [Erase and put a minimum of 6-7 lines for bio]
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[color=darkblue][b]Preferred Collars:[/b][/color] [Pick 2-6 colors and put them here]
[color=darkblue][b]Preferred Tag:[/b][/color] [Pick one of the tags and put it here]
[color=darkblue][b]Other:[/b][/color] [Put whatever else you would like to include]
[color=darkblue][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] [Anime pic only, no acceptions, sorry. Put it in url form only also.][/size]

ll. Slaves .ll

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[color=darkred][b]Age:[/b][/color] {16-22, if vampire or whatever put real age known also, put text in here}
[color=darkred][b]Gender:[/b][/color] {Put whether Male or Female here}
[color=darkred][b]Orientation:[/b][/color] { Put whether Straight, Gay, Lesbian, or Bisexual here}
[color=darkred][b]Race:[/b][/color] { Put whether your a Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, etc., if mix then one only have two races here}
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[color=darkred][b]Collars:[/b][/color] {Pick 2-6 collar colors and put it here}
[color=darkred][b]Tag:[/b][/color] {Pick one tag and put it here}
[color=darkred][b]Other:[/b][/color] { Put anything else you would like to include here}
[color=darkred][b]Appearance:[/b][/color] {Anime pic only put here in url form}[/size]

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•.•.•.•Accepted Masters•.•.•.•

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Username: ox-Kirata-xo
Name: Damien Raoul Veltario
Age: 28
Gender: M for Male!
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Vampire
Bio: Brought up in an aristocratic society, he was taught how to act in puplic. His mother was one of his fathers concubines therefor unable to get to know her. He grew up with his father under his strict, violent and sadistic rule. He lived in a mansion his entire life with his father until he turned 18 and moved out. His father keeps pressuring him to make an heir, but Damien has simply declined saying he hasn't wanted to settle down. His father has objected to his carefree lyfestyle and has demanded that atleast Damien should aquire a slave for appearance purposes. Damien is well known to his fathers wrath and tends to try and aviod it at all possible, hense the current problem of getting himself a slave.
Personality: The best way to describe Damien's personallity is; tease. He flirts like no tomorrow and absolutely enjoys others reactions. He will lead you on thinking you have the upper hand then he will upstage you, he usually tends to be nice on first meets. Though he is not always sunshine and tequila. Damien has a darker personallity if anyone should look under his flirtacious exterior. Damien does not feel any remose putting those of lower class into their place. He will show his dominance and he will make sure you never forget he is in charge. Assertive, Flirtacious, Cruel, and Unpredictible decribes him best.
Preferred Collars: Green, Blue, Pink
Preferred Tag: Light blue
Other: He is secretly ticklish and has a sweet tooth, 'specially' for jello.
Appearance:x

Username: DinestyX
Name: Corin
Age: Looks about 20
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Vampire
Bio: Corin is a very laid back, chilled out and easy going type of vampire. He is kind and as long as you don't really tick him off he will treat you very kindly. He is a docter and gets and takes all the blood that he needs from the hospital he works at for a living instead of killing people and drinking the hell out of a lifeless body. The way he has always acted had caused his people to exile him in a way from any other and so now recently he is almost always most likely by himself and, well, exept for his puppy named Marow, which is not far from his side a good amount of the time. That loneliness that he has been having torment him for some time is what drove him to do something he never thought he would do, and that is, to buy a slave.
Personality: He is pretty much kind most of the time but has a little bit of a temper once in awhile, or do something that had really got to him and made him mad. He is very easy going and doesn't let the little things stress him out normally like it would most others all around him.
Preferred Collars: Green and Dark blue
Preferred Tag: Light blue heart
Other: he has a puppy named Marow that he loves with all his heart. Marow gose everywhere Corin gose...weather or not he's aloud
Appearance: Corin

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Username: Rose_Winters666
Name: Eoin Valentine
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Race:Half-Demon, Half-Human
Bio: Eoin gre up in a nice family. His mother quick her job and stayed home to raise him. His father had a good job and kept food on the table and clothes on their backs. Eoin never went to school. He was home schooled. His mother was a human, his father a demon. It was his father's idea to home-school Eoin. Being a demon, he knew trouble would follow Eoin anywhere outside of his home. Eoin's father died in a car crash when Eoin was seventeen years old. Eoin had always been a quiet kid, but he became silent after that. At eighteen, he finally left the comfort of his home. He started a buisness which became so successful, Eoin was able to retire at age 22. He now resides in a large mansion. Lonely, he went on a search for a slave to keep him company and help around the house.
Personality: Eoin is gentle and kind. He almost never speaks, but when he does, the words are usually intellegent. He's active and enjoys tennis and swimming. Though he usually has a small smile on his face, people who have met him will tell you that he is hiding his true sadness.
Preferred Collars: dark blue and green
Preferred Tag: light blue heart
Other: N/A
Appearance: [Eoin Valentine]

Username: Nimanii
Name: Elissiana Melodic
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Human
Bio: Elissiana was born into a wealthy estate. Her father was a famous city doctor. He was a surgeon, one of the best. His job offered him so many opportunities. Many people begged to hired him as their own private family doctor. Soon, he became involved with the the world of business. Even though he still worked as a doctor on the side, his overwhelming sight on the business world was to amazing to let go of. He was a very successful business man, owning one of the top companies that have ever gotten off the charts. This was their break through! With this opportunity, he was able to fufill his wife's dream of becoming the greatest lawyer ever known. The couple loved each other deeply, and found it was probably time to have a child. I mean, what other better way is there than having a child and raising a family with the man or woman you love? Their world was great, and it would be even better if they could share it with a child of their own. Actually, Elisse's mom had been wanting a child for several years, and it was the best time to have one.
When Elissiana was a baby, she grew up in the big white bel-air mansion that everyone adored. That everyone dreamed of living it.You know, the one that sits on the peaceful green hill with the road that was filled with cobblestones. The one with the blue shutters, and the hand-painted red door. Elissiana's parents loved her so much, that they tried to offer her the most that they could. Even though she lived in the biggest house in town, Elissiana was certainly not going to be spoiled. Ever since she was young, she learned that she was not going to get everything she wanted. Elisse's parents involved their lives with others. Being a doctor, her father loved saving people's lives. Being a lawyer, her mother helped the innocent claim whar was theirs. With such flawless parents, could the world accept their child? Her parents were loving, but were very hard workers. They never managed to give Elissiana any time, oh, but how badly they wished they could. They truly did love her, giving her top notch education by hiring private tutors. She was a pampered high-class girl.Elissiana studied hard, always expected to take up a business. The type of person who you expected to be the CEO of a very profiting company.
When Elissiana was young, she didn't have many friends. Her parents never gave birth to any other children after her. When Elissiana was born, there was a small mishap. Because of this error, Elissiana's mother was never again to have children. She was too frail for such an event, and so Elissiana was to be an only child. She didn't have any cousins she could play with and the reason why she couldn't befriend the neighbourhood kids was because she never went to school, ever. And so she never had any class mates that she could pass notes too, or and friends she could invite for a sleepover. No, that didn't happen. The only children she met were the daughters and sons of other high prestigious companies. When her parents had company over, she was always expected to befriend the other children. She did, of course, but she would never see them again. Maybe once or twice at a party of somesort, but the children would have forgotten about her. Although, when Elissiana was young, her other parents often pushed her towards an arranged marraige. Yes, they'd bring handsome young boys over. They'd all be the sons of a CEO company owner. She'd always decline politely, not looking forward towards marriage when she was only eight.
Everything was great, until the horrible fire. Elissiana was out with her mother's business partners, when she came home late that night. Officers and paramedics were taking care of her parents just by out her house. When Elisse had set her eyes on the house, it almost made her break-out sobbing. Elissiana had to be stronger than that. She was definitely shocked to find her white bel-air mansion - with the blue shutters, red painted door, and cobble stone road - to be burned to the ground. Ashes. That's what was left. Ashes were scattered everywhere, creating a black snow scene before her eyes. Elisse was too shocked to realize that her knees were trembling. She soon noticed the ambulances and paramedics, whispering about themselves about her parents. Elissiana remembered faintly, of rushing forward to ask them what happened. The medics tried to calm her down, to get her to sit down, but the only thing they could hear was Elissiana's cry of sadness. It rang through the air as they tugged the pale white sheets over the singed faces of her her parents' faces. After the accident, Elissiana realised that the cause of the fire was a candle. A birthday candle. Her birthday. Ever since, Elissiana has blamed herself. If she wasn't there, then no one would've been dead, especially not her parents.
Nobody could comfort her. All they saw was a depressed young girl, sobbing in her bedroom day after day, not bothering to do anything. Unlike most teens, Elissiana had suddenly faced a whole new life. After one fateful day after meeting a woman who had gone through the same thing as her. Elissiana met a woman who had lost her husband and children in a fire that she blamed herself for. Her family had an idea of baking cookies, but then the woman had called for them. When they returned to the kitchen, it was too late. The kitchen was ablaze. After that day, Elissiana began to smile. She had realised that her parent wouldn't want her to sulk about in her room. And so, Elissiana's attitude suddenly flipped back to her optimistic, cheerful personality. She was living life the fullest, so that when her parents looked down on her from heaven, they would smile to find their daughter happy once more.
After several months, the companies that her parents had binded with demanded their money back, and so half of her parents' money was given to them. The other half was given to Elissiana, so that she would be able to handle herself considering she was now a legal adult. Elissiana was able to live off the money because she had so much. As well as the small green house that she lives in by herself. Her parents had bought that years ago, more or less as a cottage. Elissiana lived there. She attended her last year of high school, and had finally made friends. She got to expierence the sorts of things that normal teenagers get. She has many friends due to her kind personality. After she had graduated, she had started to attend college. Life was getting back on track.
Personality: Her naturally naive, gullible personality is never seen through her care-free life style. Elissiana never holds a grudge, and most of the time, she does not realize that somone has one against her. When most people are worried about a test of some sort, she doesn't care at all. She always studies, and so is confident that she'll do alright. Elissiana barely ever worries about things. She's like a martian from another world, or so people tell her. She sometimes can't tell the differance between sarcasm and a fact. She doesn't seem to bother with the troubles of life. She apparently prefers to live life to the fullest, to forget everything you did wrong, but learn from them as well. She doesn't believe that if you do something wrong, that you should pin yourself down to it for the rest of your life.
Probably, the characteristic she possesses the most has to be innocence. Elissiana has is similar to a young child. She never feels a need to deliberately hurt other people, and is not so cynical as to expect other people to be hurtful either. Her innocence along these lines even extends to the point where, at times, she ends up trusting people who are not so good. At one point in her life, a young boy who was tempted by the jewels in her house tricked Elissiana into letting him inside the house. Although, he had fallen completely for her and decided that he would leave her alone. She is innocent in other ways as well.Elissiana seems almost completely immune to any sort of lustful thought, and often times doesn't completely understand the meaning of it. She is wise but a points of her life, she is still confused about man kind.
Elissiana has been known to everyone she meets, by her kindess and generosity. Elissiana is not the type to hesitate before helping someone. Giving a sweater to a child in poverty who is stuck outside on a rainy day. She is completely selfless and doesn't seem to care about her life if it involves someone else. She seems to be so full of these type of characteristics that she almost seems to be perfect. Elissiana sometimes bewilders people by her personality. "So angelic!" Some would say. "The perfect child to bring up a company. She'll be a perfect CEO." Others would compliment. Elissiana often volunteered out at all sorts of programs. Most people thought she was being selfish, just doing these activities to make her resume more professional looking when she was older. But then again, what would a 10 year old know about recommendations? She never heard of such a thing! Elissiana's kindness is par of her. She wouldn't be Elissiana without it. So many people look to her because of this.
Note that in the previous paragraph, I mentioned that she almost seems perfect. The things is, Elisse is sometimes oblivious to her feelings such as jealousy and anger. She tends to bottle things up, and once they overfill her she is very useless. Elissiana isn't very much used to anger or jealousy because of the cloud that her innocence and sweet attitude have created. She's almost like a robot. When confronted with an emotion she does not know, she becomes clueless and worried. These mixed up feelings are hidden away in her heart, from others and from herself. Elissiana, even when angry, can't express it. She'll be confused. She'll be confused on why she feels like this, why someone would be so cruel. Her unique characteristics are strange to most people, almost heaven-like. It appears as though she completely lacks a dark side, and appears as a breath of optimism in a world that is sometimes cruel and unpleasent. Although sweet, she is not a push-over. One wrong thing against someone she cares about, and you've pressed one of her wrong buttons. In fact, if she has any large flaw at all, it is that she is arguably too easy to goad into accepting a challenge with poor odds and unfavorable terms, often to the horror of her friends.
Preferred Collars: Any type is prefered, but if she were to choose, it would be: Teal, Pink, Darkblue
Preferred Tag: Once again, she doesn't mind which but would choose a Light Blue Heart considering it consists of both.
Other: Elissiana is widely known for her talent to sing. So harmonic and beautiful. She sings to everything. She sings to the flowers and tress, or the animals and wind. She sings to others to help calm them down or for herself. She sings while cooking and cleaning, singing unusual songs that she clearly composed at the point of what she is doing. Some people feel as though Elissiana can heal them with her voice, and so, people seek out for her. She is always glad to sing, feeling that it is a way that the soul can express itself. The only thing she loves more than singing, is singing with others. She very much believes the saying, "The more the merrier!" Elissiana sometimes is ignorant to the idea of how people wish to be alone for their lives. She believes that people should be surrounded by others that love them. Elissiana finds that when she sings, she is always able to bring people together and that is why she loves it so very much.
Elissiana has a strange bond with mother nature. If mother nature had a sister, it would probably be Elissiana. The way she communicates with nature is like the sun and moon. Yin and yang. Fire and water. She can communicate with the flowers, wind and animals. People are skeptical, but once they see her petting a ravage dog, or tending to a helpless flower, it seems almost impossible to ignore. She cares for nature as much as she cares for others. She truly presses against the fact that plants and animals have lives, even though they aren't human.
Appearance: [x]

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Username: Enigma Master Andrew

Name: Prince Al'Jya Kah'saad
Age: 122 with a physical body and in some ways the mental state of a twenty two year old
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual

Race: Lion Avatar

Bio: In the deepest forests of Africa the W'kurla tribe remains to this day hidden from the general population of humanity. They had long became disgusted with the path that the world was going down and didn't want any part of it. The W'kurla tribe are known for being some of the fiercest, clever and stealthiest warriors of the world. Despite there geography, it would surprise one how far they've come technologically on their own, building their grand kingdom into a utopia.The great king W'rlanka an ageing man desired a sun and so he had his men search the country for the most beautiful and intelligent woman he could find. He found her a village girl names Wakari. Marrying her she bored to him a single son dying during the birthing process, as she was beautiful so was she frail and unable to live through the strain of labor.

Her son was born and placed under the care of a number of different women who served as nanny's so to speak. When adolescence came about the prince was trained in various forms of combat, but before he could take up the throne he had to go through the right of passage. Going to the Shaman he had to learn what spirit was his to claim, those who where strong got the Elephant and so must defeat the creature with strength, those who where fast the cheetah and so they had to be swifter. But Kah'saad's spirit was the Lion and so he had to defeat the creature with cunning. Going into the plains of Africa he was given nothing, no food, clothes, water or weapons. He and the beast where drawn to each other through a mystical bond, one that led them to each other. Confronting the lion, the kind of beasts he knew he couldn't defeat it in strength or skill, the alpha male having been larger than him and fighting longer. So he led the beast to the the mountains where it couldn't quite keep it's footing on the rain drenched rocks.

The young warrior knew the King's pride would be his downfall and so it was. Taking his fallen foe back to the kingdom the Prince was bonded with the soul of the lion and was thus fully welcomed into the royal family. The soul of the lion inside of him allows to do things a normal person wouldn't, along with greatly lengthening his life span. Much to his lament the King has grown sick over the years and it would soon be time for the Prince to become king.

Personality: Publicly Kah'saad usually tries to keep up the appearance of the Benevolent well mannered Prince, which is what he is. But he tries to keep his other traits in check around the public to try and prevent from bringing shame to his fathers name. The Prince has trouble backing away from a fight especially against some who appears worthy of his skills. He's a kind hearted person who tends to refrain from excessive force and extreme violence, although he isn't exactly above it. The prince carries the soul of the lion and as such is proud, fierce, cunning and a good leader.

The prince is well known to his people as being very kind, preforming such actions that most would find beneath a royal blood line, manual labor, carrying his own things, catering to his subjects etc... The Prince would even go so far as to throw himself into harms way if someone was in trouble. Kah'saad really doesn't like seeing people hurt unless they truly deserve it. There have been an abundance of circumstances where he had almost started wars while visiting other countries, due to the fact that he didn't like the way they did things. It takes a lot to anger him greatly, but if you ever succeeded you would likely regret doing so. When mad Kah'saad abandons his nice attitude and takes on a state of mind that could almost be described as feral and savage, pushing his body and mind to their limits. When someone mentions his name he can usually control himself.

Being of a royal blood line it is only natural that he takes pride in himself, his country, and the things they can do...This fact also makes the prince a bit spoiled in the sense that he doesn't like not being able to have something. The people of his tribe are known for being fierce warriors, skilled technologists, and quite open minded. There are few things that the Prince would frown upon when it comes to personal life styles and cultures. In fact Al'Jya is quite fascinated with other cultures and enjoys learning more about them.

Preferred Collars:Black, Green, Dark Blue, Dark Red and Pink.
Preferred Tag: Light Blue Heart
Other: N/A
Appearance:Here me roar!

Username: [taretare]
Name: [Amelia Miounette]
Age: [Appears childish but is really 3263 years old]
Gender: [Female]
Orientation: [Straight]
Race: [Vampire]
Bio: [Born in difficult times where the royal families raged against one another in struggles for complete dominance, Amelia grew up with every intention to stay alive - even at the expense of others. As the only remaining "heir" to the family, she was schooled to act and think a certain in order to gain the upper hand. Blissfully naive to everything that was happening around her, she readily accepted the attention everyone bestowed upon her...until Amelia barely escapes an assassination attempt. Slowly, she recognized the horrors beside her - she watched her brothers die, watched her parents turn into strangers with each passing year - she learnt loneliness. She had no friends as everyone either tried to use her, or feared her too much to go near her. Eventually, she stole away hoping to seek a companionship of sort, away from all the deceit and emptiness of war.]
Personality: [Amelia puts on a childish facade to fool others into thinking that she is another simpleton. She yearns to recover the happy childhood she has lost, and often dwells on the could-have-beens. When upset, her attitude rapidly grows serious, and the atmosphere feels as if it has dropped several degrees.]
Preferred Collars: [Dark Blue, Teal, Pink]
Preferred Tag: [Gold Heart]
Other: [She is secretly envious of the happiness of others.]
Appearance: Amelia

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Username: [AWS0M3N3SS]
Name: [Jared Lian Howe]
Age: [22]
Gender: [Male]
Orientation: [Bisexual]
Race: [Half Demon, Half Human]
Bio: [Jared's father was a wild demon with two forms. One of complete metal, and it resembled that of a dragon. His second was that of a very charming poor lad. He managed to gain his way into Jared's mother's heart, but ran away when he learned that she was pregnant. He ran, because he knew the girl's very rich father would kill him. So Jared grew up with his mother only, but also with his relatives in a very nice mansion. But he was named after his father, the demon who was killed after he was born. The nurses knew he was a half-breed, since he was born with little silver metal wings. It was too hard for him to go to school, so he was home-schooled. When he was sixteen, he had tried many times to cut off his wings, but it only hurt him and the wings grew back quickly. But that didn't stop his mother from getting married to a very famous businessman, then had many kids as he grew up. Jared had to go live with his step-father, in a place where half-breeds like him were shunned. He was always ignored, even if he had his wings strapped away. Finally, he ran away after graduating from a real high school, and went back to live with his grandparents.
Once he got there, over the course of a year in flight, he learned that they had died during his trip, and left everything to the teenager. His mother hated him for that, and he was shunned from his remaining family. But he had fun in that big mansion, and even took over their plantation. By the time he got to twenty-two, he was a successful young man, and his mother's husband wasn't. My how tables turned. So now he's a very wealthy "kid", who is finally getting his fair share of luck.]
Personality: [Jared is said to be very serious, and has his hired men talk for him. Which is true, when he's doing business. Important business. But when he's not, he's a daredevil who likes to jet-ski with his friends and such. He can get very cheeky, and quite flirtatious. But he seems to have a split-personality. Split three-ways. One when he's with his friends, another when doing business, and one when he's with his other demon buddies. But most of the times, if you see him on a street, just casual, he acts more like how he is with his friends. Even though he is always quite witty. Though he can also be quite calm and smug most of the time. But he isn't at all bothered by having slaves, servants, and all those things. He pays his, and gives them good living conditions. What anyone else does is their own business. But he does care when fellow half-breeds, or even demons or anything other than humans, are treated unfairly. Unless they're slaves of something.]
Preferred Collars: [Dark Red and Dark Blue]
Preferred Tag: [Light Blue Heart]
Other: [Has razor-sharp metal, natural, wings with flesh inside the metal. He keeps his wings in a harness, under his clothing.]
Appearance: [Jared]

Username: Turtle Sensei
Name: Gavin de la Croix
Age: 19 when turned
Gender: Male
Orientation: BiSexual
Race: Vampire
Bio:
Gavin was born in 1513 New Orleans, Louisiana to a poor plantation owner. His rich neighbor killed his father, and married his mother, and taking Gavin's young brother Desmond, and sister Daliah with him. Gavin had been away at school, when he came home and heard of his father's death and his mother's marriage to the killer, he swore revenge. He moved in with the man and lived for a few years, gaining his trust, and eventually killing him. Gavin's mother was corrupted by greed and turned him into the police for the murder. He was raped and beaten in jail, and escaped soon after. He tried to go visit his younger siblings, but they didn't recognize him anymore, and ran away. Devastated, Gavin took the the streets with no home or family. He became a male whore, working the streets for lonely nobles, when one night he was picked up by a Vampire. He fought so hard for life, that the Vampire couldn't help but turn him as well. Gavin now wanders the world looking for a family, and looking for a place to finally belong.
Personality: He's not your typical vampire, he's sweet, loving, and loyal. He can be mean though, and he loves to change his mood according to other peoples. He likes a bit of a challenge, but all he's really looking for is love. He's been betrayed so much in the past, he really just wants someone to depend on, and who depends on him. A kindred spirit so to speak.
Preferred Collars: Pink, Dark Blue, Teal, Purple
Preferred Tag: Light Blue Heart
Other: Like Moths to a Flame
Appearance: [x]

Username: Gianali
Name: Alibazette (Aliba) Dojitoght
Age: 42
Gender: Female
Orientation: No preference.
Race: Human
Bio: Aliba was born into a rich but foolish family. They had many slaves, but never disciplined them, so the slaves grew rowdy and would not listen to their masters. Some of them started to molest the young Aliba, who was deeply scarred by the experience. Soon, all the slaves had escaped and the family fortune was ruined. But the now twenty year old Aliba refused to go into poverty. She used the last of the money to buy a couple violent slaves, and used her anger to beat them until they became the most docile slaves in the marketplace. She made twice as much money for them, and continued this venture until the family fortune was restored twice over. Now she still takes in troubling slaves, and makes them into model servants to the rich.
Personality: To be frank, like a b***h. She is the most malicious, spiteful, and nasty daughterofabastard most anyone has ever met, especially to her slaves. She likes to take untamed ones and torture them until they break. Or die.
Preferred Collars: Black, red or (rarely) green.
Preferred Tag: Crimson Heart
Other: She has a large dog that always follows her around. It is about as tall as her elbow at the shoulder. His name is Vaar.
Appearance: Alibazette

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Username: [xXxAce of Hearts]
Name: [Tanvir Rodark]
Age: [25]
Gender: [Male]
Orientation: [Strait]
Race: [Demon/Elf]
Bio: [Tanvir grew up in a very large family, and him always being the oldest never got away with anything. He tormented the hell out of his 9 brothers and sisters. That is where his Demon part comes out. He was born from his mothers first marriage, his father being a demon, and his mother being a light elf. Probably the worst combination there is. Tanvirs father was sent to jail when he was a year old for attemted murder, and his mother quickly remarried to none the less another light elf. Tanvir grew to like this new man, for some strange reason he could not and still can not explain. He made his mother happy. Tanvir was the only partial demon is a huge family of Elves he did not fit it. He was always made fun of for his size being nearly twice as tall as his mother, how is ears were shaped, and because he was only a half breed. His new father did the worst damage on him, physically. Tanvir would be locked in a dungeon for days on end, with no light, no food, and no water, only to be beaten twice or more a day. Though his mother tried to stop her husband from doing so, she could do nothing. She was easily overpowered and thrown aside. It turned out that this man was not a light elf, but himself part dark elf, its a wonder how their childeren never showed any traits of being dark elves. When Tanvir was 15 he bid goodbye to his mother and left home. He travled for 3 years untill he met a young girl, Niki, whom was a year or so younger then him. He had great feelings for this girl and the quickly fell in love. He had plans on marrying her one day, untill his step father found him, and murdered Niki, the only person who cared about him anymore, and showed him that he could be kind even though he was a Demon. It turned out the day after Tanvir left, his step father went on a rampage and vowed to bring him back, to try to prove to his mother that he cared (which he really didnt. He only wanted his punching bag back, so he had something to take his anger out on ). Tanvir had no choice but to turn his step father in. He hated to do it to his mother but he had no choice. Now Tanvir had nothing left, and he promised himself he would not love someone as he did Niki. As time went on he fell more and more into be a Demon. He had unbearable needs to kill things, and even worse want to hunt down his Step father and murder him just as he did to Niki years before right in front of someone who cares about him. Tanvir now currently takes in young female salves, ones that remind him of his beloved Niki. He does his best to treat them with the upmost kindess but he could at any time snap and kill him. He writes books about his life experiences for a living, and has become unbelievably wealthy from it. ]
Personality: [He is probably one of the kindest Demons that you could possibly meet, though he keeps mostly to himself. He has a strong attraction to girls/women about 4-6 years younger then him. His heart is naturaly pure, but on certian occasions he can be very dark and evil. ]
Preferred Collars: [Black, Green, Dark Blue, Pink ]
Preferred Tag: [Light Blue Heart]
Other: [He is about 6 foot 7 inches tall and he tends to keep his small elvin ears hidden behind his hair. He secretly has a very large fear of heights]
Appearance:[Tanvir]

Username: Jewfy2u
Name: Ta'lel Thunderclap
Age: 405
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Centaur
Bio: Ta'lel was born in a village in the northeast. The climate there is near arctic temperatures, so creatures in that area were always white to albino and were often heavily built. He is the son of the Chieftess in his tribe, so he was always taught how to act like one. He learned to hunt, gather, and provide for his tribe both spiritually and morally. When the time came for him to marry, he was betrothed to a Centauress in the far north, a silver-dapple female named Kimen'a. They didn't meet until the actual Binding Ceremony, but fortunately for the two, they quickly fell in love and for the first few hundred years all was well. Ta'lel was 163; Kimen'a was 80.

Kimena was able to bless Ta'lel with a son, whom they named Rak'neel, which meant 'swift-footed'. With the joining of Ta'lel and Kimen'a, the two tribes united into one large village, and they were just a step away from taking over the village as Chieftan and Chieftess.

But, tragedy would strike soon after their son's third birthday. In the dead of night, Guards reported of Human hunters coming with fire and weapons that they had never seen before. Within moments the whole village was on high alert, but it was already too late. The Humans had scouted out the area before hand and were already surrounded. Though they fought valiantly, these new weapons the Humans wielded were no match for the Centaurs' bows and arrows. A mass evacuation was quickly commanded. All of the Centaurs in the area knew that their beloved home was about to be lost. After finding his mate, his son, and mother-in-law in their hut, they quickly made an escape attempt. He knew that no matter what happened to him, his son and mate must survive. They were nearly out of the village when he saw that his mother-in-law was shot off, and fell to the ground, unheard in the roar of the flames and screaming cries. It wasn't long until he was captured himself, metallic ropes binding his neck and arms and yanked him to the ground. Try as he might, he lost sight of Kimen'a and Rak'neel. By daybreak, the village was up in smoke, and the only sounds that could be heard were the dying moans of Centaurs and the cries of the living who were destined to serve the evil Humans.

For a while, Ta'lel was used as a means of transportation, able to pull more weight than the biggest Shire draft horse, often beaten and starved when he couldn't pull the demanded amount of weight. He quickly learned English, so he was able to still communicate with his masters. But one day, he had simply enough. Taking the whip from his driver, he hung him from a tree, and slaughtered everyone in his Master's manor, and after that, became a Master himself. Of course, one could not call oneself a Master if one had no slaves. Ta'lel had but one "slave" he wanted. Deep down, he knows that Kimen'a is somewhere out there. Most likely his son is with her as well. So he travels from slave shop to slave shop, searching for a silver-dapple female and a bay colt.
Personality: After the massacre, Ta'lel felt like part of him has died. Heartless and cruel, he will kill mercilessly and brutally and think nothing of it. He has a deep-seated hatred for the Humans, and will not hesitate to slaughter them for what they've done to him and his family.
Preferred Collars: No preference
Preferred Tag: No preference
Other: Unlike most Centaurs, He can speak English.
Appearance:Talel

Introduction ll The Rules and Regulations ll Collars and Tags ll Character Skeleton ll Accepted Masters ll Accepted Slaves ll Taken or Not Taken ll Announcements ll Open

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Username: Xx-alyssa christina-xX
Name: Velkan
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Orientation: Gay
Race: Werewolf/Shape-Shifter
Bio: Velkan has recently been thrown into the life of slavery, his reasons; his parents sold him. He had a "curse" which was just to much of a burden for the family, and let alone his attitude around others was not much of a help. He of course is different from a lot of society, and well his parents found nothing better to do with him, other then make money off of him, since of course, he was just money waiting to be used as they seen him once they found what they could do with him. His parents had no sympathy for him, he was different and that was that, no love ever existed for him. Velkan had been suspended from various schools due to behavior and disturbing the peace with his "curse". He was a werewolf or shape-shifter, however you would call him, and he couldn't change that. So now here he is, being used and abused and now in waiting for one of those masters, which he hopes is a guy. Velkan is not one to get along with girls, he despises them if anything, never again he vowed to allow that he be in possession of a woman.
Personality: Very ill-tempered, not caring, smart a**, doesn't listen or take orders at all. Once gotten to know him, he still can't even be the one to love, to naive and stubborn. Has a tendency to be a gory type guy, never really considers others above all.
Collars: Black, Dark Red, Purple, Pink, Gray.
Tag: Crimson Heart
Other: He is a white wolf when completely phased, but is able to change fur colors to pitch black when willing or mood changes. Velkan is one huge wolf, pretty much the size of a lion when fully shown, and his jaws are as powerful as a tigers. Won't let go if he has hold onto something. He also has to be chained by arms and legs. He also has lip rings, which lately the guards have been thinking bout ripping out if he doesn't behave. He has a nice body due to working out when he can, also has a long scar on the right side of his face that starts from just above the jawline all the way to his forehead.
Appearance: Human Form, In white wolf form, Black Wolf Form, When pissed in wolf form

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Username: Alexia Cris
Name: Vanessa Valentine
Age: 18/85
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Vampire
Bio: Vanessa was born a human originally, that much she knew, else she wouldnt be here now would she? Her human memories however started blurred and eventually disappeared, forgotten. Even though she tries from time to time, the only images her mind would give her was colors, endless seas of blurred colors. Usually just giving her a headache. So she just stopped altogether. She was taken in momentarily by the coven in which her maker was a part of. It had been fun.. until it lasted. The coven she was in was a peaceful one, almost like a family. But of course, there are always those who live with envy, with wrath, and jealousy. They were challenged, and as many of you wouldve guessed, Vanessa's coven lost. The only reason she was saved was because one of the attacking coven's members took interest in her. And thus she was taken to be his possession. For five years, she stayed with her new coven, hatred still bordering around her feelings for the rest of the coven, but for the vampire who took her, she did fall in love. But on a night of passion, her 'lover' caught sight of the bitemark that was on the side of her neck. Upon realizing her original race, she was quickly tossed out of the coven and was left for slavery.
Personality: Vanessa was once a cheerful, fun-loving girl. She loved being around others and the attention given to her. There was once a time that she was even willing to die for someone else, thus was her loyalty before. But all of that changed when she was kicked out into the cold snow when her lover realized that she wasnt a full blooded vampire. Her emotions hardened in the cold, and loyalty was a hard thing to come by now. She hardened her exterior and hated almost everyone. As a slave, most masters that dare take her mostly ended up dead or if not, injured. She was always brought back to the slave house, and constantly being beaten upon return. But beneath all these, it was only her fear of betrayal that covered up her true self lying within.
Collars: Black, Green, Dark Red, Gray
Tag: Crimson Heart
Other: As mentioned earlier, she sports a scar on the side of her neck, bite marks, that remind her and everyone of her true nature. She refuses to drink blood until her limit is reached, it was a strange thing, to see from a vampire. Always hesitant but once started, she almost cant stop herself from the ranging bloodlust. She also seems to show much hate to the nickname "Nessie".
Appearance: Vanessa~

Username: Your White Rabbit.
Name: Miku.
Age: Sixteen years old.
Gender: Male.
Orientation: Bi-sexual.
Race: Cat-boy. (Neko.)
Bio: Miku was born and raised just like any other being,despite the fact that he had cat ears complete with a tail. Never once has the boy been in any kind of situation of being a slave, heck- the boy hadn't even thought about this at all in his life. But, his life free of worries came to a hault when his father began to make the wrong decisions. Little did Miku know that his parent's faults would lead into something as degrading as becoming a slave. His mother tried with vigor to keep Miku from paying for the lifestyle his father had - running away in hopes of hiding. Although, there was no such luck, and eventually the two were found out and Miku was forced into slavery for his father's debts.
Personality: Happy. Bright underneath his exterior. Curious. Thoughtful. Kind.
Miku, at first, is a very shy and quiet type of person. Although he may appear timid and silent at first he really isn't; underneath his new fear of becoming a slave he is really a happy and lively boy. Having time to adjust he will more than likely return to his former self, depending on his master or mistress.
Collars: Dark Blue and Pink.
Tag: Gold Heart.
Other: N/A
Appearance: x

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Username: Inulink Ray
Name: Jamie
Age: 17 years old ((Or so he thinks))
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bi-sexual ((Uke to guys))
Race: Cat-boy ((Neko))
Bio: All of his own family had died in his early age years. Jamie can hardly remember his own parents yet the memories of what he had had at some point in life with them. As far back that he can actually remember was he used to live off the streets by himself. Digging though trash for food, if there ever was any at that. He had been living like that until the age of 10 when he been taken in to work for the Slave Shop. He felt that above all else he owed the shop his life for taking him in, so he has always been willing to be they're slave by any means. As long as he doesn't live on the streets again, he willing to do anything and everything just for that horrid time to never reappear in his life.
Personality: He always acts innocent and usely shy around all or some people. He fears that he might do something wrong or hurt someone's feelings with what he does from time to time. Also since he has been living on his own for all his childhood, his grammar isn't very clear because he unschooled, but he tries his best and no less then what he can do. Also he can't read to well.
Collars: Black, Dark Blue, Pink, Purple
Tag: Gold Heart
Other: N/A
Appearance: Jamie the Neko

Username: The Weather Witch
Name: Yuurei
Age: Twenty
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Demon / Human mix.
Bio: Yuurei is the only daughter of the demon Kefentse. Kefentse seduced her mother and stayed by her side until she bore him a child. When Yuurei's mother realized what he was she fled, leaving her daughter behind. Kefentse left Yuurei under the care of a few minor demons, his trusted subordinates. They raised her that she must always listen to any fullblood demon no matter how powerful because, as a half breed she sat on the bottom of demon heirarchy. Eventually these demons grew so jealous of Yuurei for her father's attention and her inherited powers that they abandoned her into the human realm to die.
Yuurei is a succubus of the highest class, inheriting her powers and status from her father, a very powerful incubus. Her human half allows her to live off human food for short amounts of time but any longer than a few months will kill her.
Personality: Yuurei is quiet and withdrawn. She listens if you talk to her but only responds if it is required. She hardly ever becomes angry and does most anything asked of her. Because of her personality she is suspected often of planning something or just being difficult.
Collars: Black, Dark Blue, Pink
Tag: Light Blue
Other: Yuurei has a strange affinity for tarot cards. She is able to tell certain things about a person when she meets them, although she hardly makes this fact known. Her name comes from her ability to phase objects all though she believes herself to have lost this ability when she was abandoned by her teachers.
Appearance: Yuurei Demon Form

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Username: Pink_pie_lover
Name: Antionette Marie DeSchway
Age: 18 years of age, Master. . .
Gender: Female.
Orientation: Straight as an arrow.
Race: Demon/ Human
Bio: Born on the streets, Antionette was raised pillaging. Her Demon form never shone through until one fateful day, she was almost kidnapped. Searching for food, her mother left her, and she was abandoned and someone took advantage. Her eyes shone red, and she transformed into something so frightening, the person died. Typical story, right? Not for her. Searching for scraps of food caused her to steal, and she was in jail at the age of thirteen. In jail for five years, without light, or knowledge, she was finally getting tutored a bit. Some other jailbird was kind enough to reach out to her, and he loved her. She was loved, then lost when she was finally let out. Antionette was scared of every sound, all of her surroundings, and everyone. Losing that love was like losing everything. Then, just a week later, Antionette DeSchway was captured to be a slave. . . This is where her tale leaves Miss Antionette Marie DeSchway. . .
Personality: Generally a very timid person. She wants to be loved, but is scared. She can be very violent, and malicious.
Collars: Black, Green, Dark Red, and Pink.
Tag: Light Blue Heart. . .
Other: Nothing else to know about me, Master. . .
Appearance: Sad and Desolate, a Broken Soul with Broken Dreams. . .

Username: Wolf Der Nacht5
Name: Ornlu
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Race: Lycanthrope (werewolf)
Bio: Tucked in a happy young corn farm, grew the young lad. The boy was always moody, and never sad. Why would he be sad? He had a great life. His mother and father were alive, and he had many great relatives, but he knew something was missing in his life. He didnt have a friend. One day he was walking through the forest, on a cold winter day, when he was attacked by a wolf while he searched for food. He tried to protect himself, but the boy was not strong, and he was wounded. When he woke up a few hours later he quickly grabbed some apples and ran home, knowing he would be beaten without bringing home a dinner. That night he didnt sleep, having a fear of something inside of him growing. As he slept something took over him. He awoke in time to notice amounts of hair growing on him, as his teeth painfully grew, and his eyes seemed to become more clear. As soon as he coudnt think straight he knew he had tu8rned into a lycanthrope. He had stories of these monsters and mourned what happened next. Not being able to think, he ran to his mother and father's room, smeling blood. He pounced on his father in hope of food. The father fought to protect himself, but he was no warrior, and he fell mortally wounded. Since that day Ornlu ran off, attempting to block the though of his father's deat out of his head.
Personality: Kind, shy, romantic, wise, admirable.
Collars: Dark Blue, Pink, Green
Tag: Golden Heart
Other: He can now hold himself back from killing those he truly loves.
Appearance:~Ornlu~

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Username: aems12
Name: Emmilea Ray Kenneth
Age: Nineteen/Eighty-Seven
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Royal Elf
Bio: Emmilea grew up among the royal court of her kindred bright and happy spending as much time outdoors as possible. Her aunt served the people as queen and so had something of a pampered childhood. The one thing that could always be counted on though were the rainstorms. She had a great love of them and when ever one hit no matter the time she was outside playing and dancing among the raindrops. Emmilea was taken from her family two short years ago by hunters of the night durning such a storm. Their reason or so they said was her blood, aggiunta dolce or anima dolce, sweet addiction or sweet blood. She was never bitten though and the one who tried almost got killed, the punishment almost left her for dead herself though. Through the time she has been waiting and trying to escape a few things became clear as she watched the others. If you behaved, you had a better chance of escape and so she tries.
Personality: More often then not though her short temper rises and gets her in trouble, she has a fiesty nature and a spirit that aches for the return to her forest home. When she isn't fuming she has a clever mind and sarcastic wit, the rarest side to see though is her gentle nature that has been buried in order for her to survive this cruel world.
Collars: Green, Dark Red, Gray
Tag: Light Blue Heart
Other: Emmilea also has a superb singing voice that can entrance the listener if they are not paying attention.
Appearance: Emmi

Username: Riku is my Twin
Name: Kimena Stronghart
Age: 322
Gender:
Orientation: Straight
Race: Centaur
Bio: Kimena hails from a Centaurian village in the far north, which would explain her white coat and pale features. She was the daughter of their beloved chief and was to be next in line for the throne until human settlers came in and occupied their land, quickly disarming them and breaking up the village for their own selfish uses. Kimena was separated from her parents and the rest of her family, eventually going into slavery as a hard labor slave because of her larger body shape and strength. She always had trouble speaking in the human tongue (English) as they spoke a different language in her tribe. She has learned a few words since, but her speech is still broken, and more often than not you'll hear her talking in her own language.
She came to this slave shop after her last master, a demon, was slain and was released. Not knowing what to do with herself, Kimena took to wandering the local forest, hoping to make some sort of a new life there. Unfortunately because of her pale appearence, the dark forest made it impossible for her to hunt properly, which equalled to her slow starvation. She was finally found by one of the attendants of the shop and was nursed back to health and then put on the market as a labor slave. While most of the slaves have at least some skill in reading and writing, Kimena can only do so in her language; no master of hers ever taught her to read in the human language.
Personality: Kimena can be very to the point and was never one to beat around the bush. She is also very empathetic which makes it easy for her to understand others feelings, particularly anger and sadness. Kimena is a very motherly figure and will protect anyone she cares for or is younger than herself. She's immortal so she knows that she can't be cursed with the bite of vampires or werewolves.
Collars: Black, dark red, gray
Tag: light blue heart
Other:She speaks very little English. When she's spoken to, she can only answer in severely broken sentences.
Appearance: Here I am.



Username: [.x.El.Oh.El.x.]
Name: Allen Light
Age: Eighteen [18]
Gender: Male
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Dark Elf
Bio: Being born in a humans home can do some things to an elf, and after his mother died after giving birth to him, the family of humans that lived in that home 'adopted' him. Only they didn't intend on keeping him. They kept him in a cage in their basement for fifteen of his years alive, and very rarely talked to him. But being such a rare species of elf, with smaller ears, thinner and shorter body than most elves [and of course underfeeding resulted in him being thin], and of course the red eyes made the humans question how much they could get for the elf. At first they held a show, you could call it, and allowed people to see him in the basement for no less than twenty dollars. Very soon Allen grew tired of being stared at all day and started to lash back at anyone who got close enough to the cage. His eyes became much brighter red and soon enough he had the opportunity to strike out and bite the arm of a girl reaching in to pet him. After the attack and having the parents of the girl call the police, he was taken from his 'home' and put in jail. Even in jail the people he was in cells with ended up dead within only hours. Finally the police were given no choice but to hand him over to the slave quarters. They knew at least he would be under supervision there, and possibly broken. But he wasn't, and still isn't. At least not yet. No one has dared to come close to him due to his aggressive nature, sharp teeth, blade like finger nails, and of course his blood lust. Some think he is a vampire, and he could be if it weren't for his ears.
Personality: Allen can be mistaken sometimes for a calm, quiet elf. But get close enough to him and he'll bite the closest living thing to him. He's even been known to eat rats. He knows how to speak even with such little contact with people, but refuses to use his words kindly. Most of the time he doesn't even need to tell people to 'back off'. His only known fears are water, heights, and of course what every dark elf like him fears, small enclosed spaces. Not only that, but ironically he hates not being able to see. Put a blindfold on him and he'll go crazy to try and rip it off. The guards have not yet discovered this weakness of his yet. The only time he has been known to obey anything is when he is being benefited by it. However he can be stubborn when it comes to what he wants.
Collars: Purple, Dark Red,Pink, Black, Gray
Tag: Crimson Heart
Other: Allen's height is 5'3.
Appearance: Allen Light

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Username: {Experimental Error}
Name: {Kira}
Age: {Sixteen}
Gender: {Female}
Orientation: {Bisexual}
Race: {Winged Human}
Bio: {Much isn't truly known about Kira disregarding where she came from, or where she even started out. All that is certain is that at some point in her life, she was taken from the outskirts of a forest. The female only at the age of a few summers, had been living in the woods, unknowing of the human language, or the rules of civilization. She had been taken in by a male who specialized in thievery, and other devious rebellions against society. By nature, she had taken to him in a sense of imprinting, and followed his every move. He never truly taught her language, but merely used her as a source of protection for she was as loyal as a dog. At the time of his death, she was taken prisoner once more, and sold into slavery for her uses instead of being executed. This gave her several more masters, thus more opportunities. But they could not break her, and she either ended up escaping, being sold back to the shop, or killing her master. Now she has found herself back in the holds of the shop, awaiting a master who can gain her loyalty so that she can serve once more. }
Personality: {Extremely feisty and vicious, a well-trained fighter, and loyal until death.}
Collars: {Black, Dark Red, Dark Blue, Purple}
Tag: {Crimson Heart}
Other: {Kira is one to 'choose' her master, she has to be broken for the master to gain her loyalty or else she will fight them every step of the way.}
Appearance: {[x] What's With Those Stares ? [x]}

Username: Starn Wolfmaid
Name: Ryka
Age: About Fifteen in Human years{full grown but not fully wise}
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Griffon (or Gryphon)
Bio: Ryka was born to wild griffon parents in a mountainous region aerie. She was like most griffons, strong, intelligent, noble and free-spirited. But she had a strong trait uncommon among her family, Ryka was curious. There was a human village in the steppes near her home, and she kept an interest in it's residents despite warnings from her parents. Ryka met a shepherd boy in the fields she would soar over. She befriended him and learned the ways of the humans and their language. A famed warrior, brave and kind, traveled to the village and inquired about the town rumor of a boy with a griffon. The shepherd boy brought the warrior to Ryka. He then inquired if she would like to join his alliance's flock of domestic griffons, become his personal mount and fight for the kingdom he served. Ryka considered it carefully, knowing she would have to meet him secretly to adjust to being ridden and that she may not return for a time. She agreed and after training with him, they flew to the aerie and she accquired her parents reluctant permission. They new she wanted this, but they still warned her to be cautious of humans,,, not all are as just as this warrior. She soon discovered this truth while assisting her battle partner fight of the evil of his homeland. But she never expected that which happened one seemingly ordinary day. A group of men asked to purchase Ryka from her rider. He hesitated, they were good friends, why would he sell her? When he refused, more men came out of nowhere and overwhelmed him. Ryka jumped into the fray but was quickly taken down with ropes and nets. The slave traders knocked her out and carried her away. To this day Ryka wonders if he will come for her.
Personality: Ryka is inquisitve, quirky, fun-loving and almost childish at times. On the other hand, she retains the nobility, regality, honor and fierce loyalty of her kind. Either way, she greatly likes adventuring with friends and fighting for those of good nature. She loves music and is almost entranced by it. Ryka enjoys books and tales, especially those of heroes and battles.{Put what your character acts like and their personality here}
Collars: Black,Dark Blue,Green,Pink
Tag: Light Blue Heart
Other: She can use her claws like hands to an extent and she knows the human language well. Although she eats meat like the next Griff, she has a strange liking for figs and fig cookies.
Appearance:Basic Ryka, Ryka Close Up

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Username: Angel of Terror
Name: Serina Mamori
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Vampire/Demon
Bio: Serina was born into a very torn apart family. Her mother being full vampire and her father being full demon. At a young age her father was murdered right before her eyes, by her mother, so by choice she and her older brother Revan ran away. Serina and Revan grew very close [even though when they lived with their parents they faught every chance they got] relying on each other to stay alive. By the time Serina was 15, exactly 10 years after their fathers death, she finally decided that it was best that she leave her brother [Revan was falling for a young girl, and him being 21 was old enough to live on his own] for fear that she may do the same thing to Revan as their mother did to their father, because by chance Revan was born full Demon, and Serina was only half. Her vampire side could still take over. Serina left her brother in the middle of the night and has never seen him sense. For nearly 4 years after, she staid indoors, hidden from the world, finding small jobs where she could to keep herself fed, but never telling the true nature of her history, or what she was.
Personality: Serina is a very kind hearted vampire, but yet her demon side can still take over. She fears nothing but herself, and contact with another vampire. Just the thought of it scares her almost to death. She prefers mostly dark and/or high places. At times she has a tendency to have dual personalities, or rather three. Her kind hearted gentle self, her blood thirsty vampire self, and her out for revenge deadly lethal demon self. Her only real weakness is being in the sun too long, but luckily she has been kept inside behind these bars for quite some time so she has all buy forgot the feeling of sun upon her face.
Collars: Black, Green, Dark Blue, Dark Red, Pink
Tag: Light Blue Heart
Other: Serina is about 5 foot 7 inches tall
Appearance: Serina

Username: Tracy
Name: Ao
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Orientation: Straight
Race: Fox
Bio: Ao, being raised by her elder sister Miko, doesn't know what happened to her parents. Miko always told her that it was just their time, but as she grew older, Ao stopped believing that. She began to learn the secrets of the world. Foxes were never truly accepted among humans, so she figured a human may have murdered her parents. About a year ago, Miko was captured and slaughtered by the humans Ao believed had killed her mother. Now, Ao does not trust humans because she has never met one who has shown her kindness.
Personality: Fun, bubbly, energetic, shy, easily scared, easy to make happy when scared/sad.
Collars: Pink and dark blue.
Tag: Light blue heart.
Appearance: Ao, Ao and her sister

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Username: Wicked Love
Name: Lilith
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Demon (Succubus Class) Nymph mix.
Bio: Lilith is one of the few daughters of the demon Dusyanta And his only half-breed. Growing up her only friend was Yuurei, the daughter of her father’s colleague. Unlike Yuurei, Lilith took great pride in the fact that she was a half breed, and made it her duty to protect Yuurei from those who put her down because of it. When Yuurei’s teachers abandoned her on the human’s world Lilith took it upon herself to go after her, unwittingly ending with herself in the same situation. She was quickly branded as disobedient by the guards and, after three escape attempts they bound her hands tightly behind her back.

She spent much of her childhood on the streets, away from her father and her prim and proper teachers and as such knows how to pick locks. While on the streets she also learned how to dance from a fellow succubus. Lilith considers dancing and singing her special freedoms, she can’t stand to be caged and has intense claustrophobia and a fear of heights.
Personality: Lilith is determined not to give in to anyone, she’s highly defiant and disobedient. Her claustrophobia turned her quickly violent, causing her to lash out at the guards and earn herself quite a few beatings. When the guards learned how much pain she could take they quickly added a purple collar to her neck.
Collars: Black, Dark Red, Pink, Purple
Tag: Crimson Heart
Other: Lilith, unlike Yuurei spends most of her time in her demon form
Appearance:Lilith (Demon form) Lilith

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[l y s s a l o v e l y O_o]

•.•.•.•Taken or Not Taken•.•.•.•

•.•.•Taken•.•.•

• Eoin Valentine [Male Master] -- Kimena Stronghart [Female Slave] + Miku [Male Slave]

• Damien Raoul Veltario [Male Master] --
Velkan Kiomlikoi[Male Slave] + Vanessa Valentine [Female Slave]

• Corin [Male Master] -- Antionette Marie DeSchway [Female Slave]

• Elissiana Melodic [Female Master] -- Ornlu [Male Slave]

• Amelia Miounette [Female Master] -- Yuurei [Female Slave] + Kira [Female Slave]

• Chiyoko Arakaki [Female Master] -- Allen Light [Male Slave]

• Alibazette (Aliba) Dojitoght [Female Master] -- Rayne Izumi [Female Slave]

• Prince Al'Jya Kah'saad [Male Master] -- Emmilea Ray Kenneth [Female Slave]

•.•.•Not Taken•.•.•

• Jamie -- Male Slave

• Lilith -- Female Slave

• Serina Mamori -- Female Slave

• Ryka -- Female Slave

• Shinku Rin Yamagutski -- Female Master

• Jared Lian Howe -- Male Master

• Gavin de la Croix -- Male Master

• Tanvir Rodark -- Male Master

ll. Up-date: If you have been taken or taken someone else, someone please do tell me in a private message, I haven't been on at all lately so I may miss a lot of things due to the enormous amount of homework having to be finished, so please inform me and to the best of my power will change it as soon as possible. .ll

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•.•.•.•Announcements•.•.•.•

August 7, 2008 - Roleplay officially open and you may send your character profiles now.

August 8, 2008 - I am saying thank you to all the literate people who are active and have actually started for the time being. As I will quote from my rules "No bumping allowed here also that includes no advertising ANYTHING, unless you have clearly asked me to post in here, siggies are fine of course but not in my thread, if you want to go do that, just do it somewhere else, this thread is for literate roleplaying not a bumping thread, so get that straight." I am tired of ******** noobs coming in here putting useless posts and putting pages not needed, this thread is strictly for the roleplay only, go do your stupid a** s**t somewhere else thank you very much. As with also, I am tired of illiterates sending me profiles, that clearly they didn't read the rules one bit, so if your not going to be able to do as I say, then don't join, this roleplay is for literates and not illiterate noobs. You can clearly see the posts people make, and hell they are far from illiterate get that straight. If you can't make posts like the majority of people engaged into the roleplay, get the hell out and thank you.

August 8, 2008 - I have currently stopped taking slave characters for the time being, there is 10-11 right now, a little more then I expected, I will keep any updates when or more slaves will be allowed.

•.•.•.•Black & White List•.•.•.•

ll. Well honestly never thought I would need this, but it has came down to it. .ll

•.•.•.•Black List•.•.•.•

nimanii -- For eating noobs and peoples faces in the thread. [She has earned the right to be here, but for fun, don't take this the wrong way. XD].

bandgeek2013 -- For being a stupid noob and spamming the thread.

The Angelic Warrior -- Spamming my the thread, another stupid noob..

TUQD -- Noob and posting nonsense, let alone another spammer..

•.•.•.•White List•.•.•.•

nimanii -- Being a excellent roleplayer and fending off the noobs, let alone being her awesome self. Being a good friend included.].

Alexia Cris -- For staying with me for two threads and put up with me, and be a good friend.].

ll. Updating this list at the moment, so far everyone here is on it, just need to put every individual and a little description of my own, so sorry for not getting on it quicker, but you are here, if you have been a roleplayer from the beginning and/or in my eyes very good, even if you just started you are here. XD .ll

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[l y s s a l o v e l y O_o]

•.•.•.•Open•.•.•.•

Note: I'm going to add a section for all the active roleplayers right here, for everyone knows for personal reasons who is active as the time goes by. Every members name will be stated here and the status of activeness in this thread. Thank you for reading.

Introduction ll The Rules and Regulations ll Collars and Tags ll Character Skeleton ll Accepted Masters ll Accepted Slaves ll Taken or Not Taken ll Announcements ll Open

[YOUR white RABBIT]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIƒ ħεavεn and ħεll đεciđε; Tħαt tħεy both αrε §αtisfiεd. . . . .

Miku sat in a position so that his knees were pulled to his chest, his spare arm draped across them. The neko boy's eyes fixated on the ground of the cage he was given. Truthfully Miku was inwardly shaking in fear; never before had he been put in a situation like this. The boy didn't even think that a day like this would come, he was scared. He knew what the possiblities where for pets who didn't obey their masters and he really didn't want to be the pet that caused trouble. A soft sigh fell from the boy's parted lips as he raised his gaze to infront of him. What was worse about this all was that the boy was currently filled not only the emotions of fear but that he may not be wanted. The neko looked sadly at the floor of his cage, on this subject he felt further anxiety. Miku's fingers curled around his collar gently, 'No one would want me anyway.' the boy thought meekly to himself. Fingers releasing the collar fell back around his knees in a limp manner. He attempted to put himself in a more comfortable position, tail curling while doing so, but finding there was no way to escape being uncomfortable. Miku watched quietly through his cage. Strands of his brown hair falling agianst his lightly tinted pink cheeks, "I'm not special compared to all the other pet's here. . " the neko thought to himself; admiring the different shades of hair colors and species every other creature had or was. And the curve of the usually up-beat and beaming boy's lips turning into a little frown, cursing himself quietly for having such plain brown hair and not being more special. The boy quickly cast the thought that prodded at him aside, finding it best to just wait calmly. One of Miku's cat ears twitched upon his head as he watched quietly under dark lashes. Miku watched the world pass him with a light heart and sorrow filled eyes. It truly wasn't fair, being here due to his father's mistake; but the boy didn't hold a grudge against his father- or at least he didn't try to. The neko's wrist was becoming a rather pink-ish tint, this was do to the chain there of course. Miku timidly let his eyes fall back to the floor of his cage, biting his lower lip softly as watched; in deep thought. Coming to find himself getting used to the unappealing title of being a slave already, the boy was trying his best to be used to being called the term. It was foreign to him, but Miku understood where he was, what his place was in the world now; despite how horrible the spot was. The hint of a frown that played upon his slightly peachy lips was still intact, still mulling over distressed thoughts while Miku's fingertips traced the flooring softly. The cat-eared boy tilted his head to the side a bit, ignoring the strands of hair that fell against his cheek, studying the ground more closely as if it was interesting. The light heat that warmed his face still hadn't vanished, the sight of bars painfully pulling on his heart strings that he was caged like a animal. Everything had happened so fast, it was almost as if it was a blur. People coming to his house. Threatening himself and his mother. Giving in calmly, No protesting and no fighting against them. He went willingly and was brought to this place. Miku was thankful though, he knew as horrible as a perdicerment he was in right now it could be so much more worse. The grateful yet dreary boy pushed the wisps of chocolate hair and rose his gaze to look once more at the door that he knew he would never leave as a independent and free soul ever again.

(( ooc// -sweatdrop- I usually post longer introductions. . .I guess it's because I am tired haha ^_^. I hope the length is okay?))

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[YourModernWitch]

Hold me like you held onto life..
..when all fears came alive and entombed me.

~V.A.N.E.S.S.A.~

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Golden eyes open themselves tiredly, blinking as if trying to get rid of the sleep in her strangely colored eyes. The female was deathly pale, her skin almost white and seemingly frail, small branch like veins can almost be seen underneath it. Her face held a beauty that was not of this world, not normal, not common. Her once rose-kissed lips turned pale and dry. Her hair, a strange color of white, cascaded down her back and a few in front, it was obviously untidy, as noone wanted to come near her just to fix her appearance, a few knots here and there, tangles and all that. But Vanessa could care less. They provided her with a tattered black dress, a color which strongly contrasted against her. She almost seemed glowing in the dark.

Chains and shackles sounded from her cage at the slightest movement. Her arms hurt now, her wrists, her ankles. The vampires were one regal creatures, why has she been condemned to such a state? It was a tale that she wasnt willing to tell. Her stomach growled. Vanessa groaned and licked her dry lips. She was hungry. She glanced sideways of her, sure, the others were being fed at the moment. But her so called excuse for a food.. they damn well see to it that it was fitting with her. Slave as she was, she still held pride in her, it was one of a vampire's characteristics. Her throat burned in thirst. And she was surrounded by blood, different kinds, enough to torture her and keep her intoxicated at the same time. It was indeed very painful.

She heard the door to her cage rattle. Vanessa's eyes narrowed. The scent was staggering, making the fire in her throat rage more. It was mainly unpleasant, god knows what these people know of hygiene. But underneath it all, she could hear it, the pulse of the guard's blood under his skin. Pulling her lip over her teeth, her fangs elongated as she hissed. For a moment, she saw the male stop in his tracks, heck even dogs refused to enter her cage. The small moment of hesitation was enough to give Vanessa satisfaction. The male bent down and smirked, placing the food for her just out of her reach. Not that it mattered, she isnt going to eat it. It wasnt what she needed. She snarled, her voice harsh, seductive, yet cold. It sounded like a couple of small bells that tingled against one another, it held an unknown graceful melody with it, no matter how harsh she talked. It was a beautifully menacing sound.

"All of you know I do not eat this kind of food."

"Well, gotta live with it wench, we dont particularly attend to the slave's needs. But.."

Vanessa's golden eyes glinted in malice. What did the man call her?

Wench.

With an irritated hiss, she attempted to lunge at the male, he who carelessly dare to lower her level to that of a wench, clearly, he thought he was more superior than her. No way, that was too much of an insult to bear. Despite her current status, vampires were always, always, superior than humans. The chains that restrained her rattled and pulled her back from her lunge as it reached it's limit. 'Tch. Damn imbecile was lucky he wasnt anywhere near her reach. Else it was almost certain that Vanessa wouldve sank her fangs on his unworthy neck.

"Whoa baby, calm down. Here."

With an evil-- well in her opinion, stupid-- grin, the male lowered a glass of dark crimson liquid. Where they got it, she could care less. It was blood. And she knew, from the smell of it, it was indeed human blood. The glass was placed too far from her, where her chains wouldnt reach. Vanessa's eyes widened in rage.

How dare they?!

With a shriek, she tugged, pulled, writhed under her restrains. During this commotion did the guard leave in haste, though once outside her cage, the male pulled on yet another disgusting grin.

Vanessa continued to thrash around. She wanted that glass of blood.

She needed it.

"IM GOING TO KILL YOU!"

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~V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N.E.~

Love me like you loved the sun..
..scorching the blood in my vampire heart.

[YOUR white RABBIT]

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxIƒ ħεavεn and ħεll đεciđε; Tħαt tħεy both αrε §αtisfiεd. . . . .

All the commotion was sure to turn the boy's head in complete curiosity and was enough to provoke his inquisitive nature. Miku winced slightly at the shouting and yelling, laced with threats; he didn't want to be involved with this at all. But still, he couldn't help the rip on his heart tear further; it really was a completely terrible shame that people were here all due to them either being different or someone else's harsh mistakes left someone to be left to a life of punishment. The neko wasn't far too disappointed though, he knew he wouldn't have had a grand or lovely drawn out life anyway. If anything Miku was sure he would be condemned to a common life, one without sparks that one would read in a fairy tale book- but whatever the rate of excitement, it would no longer be his life. Instead it would be one of servitude to a stranger, he was prepared to be loyal and obedient to avoid any type of punishment or to be looked down upon even further. Miku wouldn't lie that he didn't admire the fact that several slaves were fighting so hard for their freedom and wouldn't let anything stand in their way. As for him, he knew he would just be lucky for someone to glance over him. Miku was possibly one of the most self-conscious beings alive, looking over all the more rare and vivid creatures where as he appeared so much more common. The boy feared he wouldn't be suitable for the placement as a pet. Of course, the boy understood that some refining of this fear was in order as well as not skipping over his words when he attempted to make out a sentence- not wanting to anger anyone who even thought about purchasing him. Honestly, the boy thought that he didn't deserve a better life. His eyes downcast, trying to push away the sounds of chains clinking and trashing as well as the yelling. He knew it wasn't the girl's fault, it was most likely one of the guards pulling a joke - thinking it was funny to play around with someone as if they held no emotions. Miku didn't look long enough to catch the glimpse of the guards but he was more than positive that the man was laughing or smiling in finding the sight humorous. The Neko was sure not to whisper a single word though, only pulling his knees even closer to his chest. Casting the girl a quick glance of unhappiness before turning back to look at the floor that he had come to memorize the sight of quite well so far. The sixteen year old boy couldn't find anything funny at all about this kind of torment, he couldn't understand how there was individuals so sick like that. He rested his soft cheek against his bare knee sadly. The boy didn't want to think twice about such thoughts, but there really was nothing else to do- he wasn't hungry in the least bit, and there wasn't anything interesting to keep his mind off of things. He could feel his hope dwindling on a fine line, the boy prayed quietly to himself that it wouldn't break.

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[l y s s a l o v e l y O_o]

Velkan was shaking out of some deep sleep he hadn't gotten in the longest time since he had actually became a 'slave'. Just the word describing himself just teared his skin, he hated it, what his parents were able to do to him without any love or emotion on his behalf, their own son for peoples sake. Of course they were extremely happy living their lives by now, extra money, no more embarrassment from the public and just his mom and dad together, who knows maybe even another son. He growled in disgust, he sat up from his position of laying on the ground facing the wall. Slowly he brought his knees to his chest and rested his muscled head and arms crossed on his knee caps. He had his lips just slightly curled on top of his spotless white teeth that looked closely to a lions. As he gazed all around from his waking all you could see on his face was an angry facial expression on his face, or what you could see of his face, with all his hair blocking his whole right side of his face. He had every right to be angry with his life and this 'place' as he couldn't have words describe how it was. One smell through his nose and every little scent ran through his nose from around the whole nasty shop, nothing escaped him apparently. He had no need to paying any attention what-so-ever what was happening outside of his little cramped cage, he had particularly no interest at all, which was strange, for the most part, everyone in here was pleading Masters that were coming in and out to take them home, but Velkan was to stubborn to even begin to put himself so low. But how could he think that, he was already lower then the low just being there, but against his will. These were few of the thoughts he had over and over through the days just sitting there with out moving for long periods of time, it wasn't that he didn't want to, but more like he couldn't. The shop guards knew from what they were told from the previous shop of his 'strength' so they became prepared for what kind of difficutlies he would have there with them and what he was capable of, so they all decided to put chains on his forearms and legs. No movement for him mainly, just barely making even to the front of the cage, if he willed himself to.

Velkan rested his head on his knees very gently closing his eyes, humming a very light light sound to a song he once knew. The lip rings he had in were the only thing that ever kept him busy and doing something, he always chewed them, but he had to keep it to minimal chewing lately, who knew when he might need new ones due to these breaking, it would have to be soon, since his teeth were only getting sharper. "Ughh, ********, wash that damn dog already" Velkan said just barely above the sound of a whisper, he could smell one of the guard dogs, they couldn't keep themselves clean, let alone the dogs that guarded the whole place. 'And those are dogs, yeah right, they can't even take a nice bath somewhere, they smell like rotten flesh' Velkan wasn't the one for saying kind things at all, more like a cruel person, never been shown love, so never knew how to show it in return. But who needed any type of love in the place right, well no one of course. Velkan had no thoughts of kindness, if he did, then a lot of people knew he must be going crazy, on drugs or dying. He lifted his face up from the down position it was previously resting in and looked straight ahead, and there standing in front of his cage was one of the guard dogs. He hated them with a passion, they pestered him all damn day, but he couldn't get rid of them worth a crap. So he just snarled very lightly and the dog ran off, he knew that that dog would be back before he knew it. It was nearly pitch black where his cage was located, of course in the back, the best place to restrain him. All you could see was his eyes just glowing above all else, he was a rare sight there, but then of course there were a lot of other rare sights at the shop also, not just him. He could smell almost all of the slaves around the shop, they had their own distinct smell of their own, never one alike, but some of them he couldn't just stand the scent of. Of course he didn't say this, he was to bored and not in the mood to create a fight with anyone. But one thing was surely getting to him, his blood tasting wants. He wanted some warm blood, any blood to be precise, just not those mangy mutts blood. Anything would do for him at the moment, but it irritated him enough he couldn't have what he wanted, but that was of course all to real to him, never given the right hand, nor did he expect it from someone.

[DinestyX]

Corin stopped in the doorway of the shop and looked behind him. There at his heals was his little, chocolate brown, puppy, Marow. Most days he wouldn't have to check behind him, but today Marow, for some odd unknown reason he had been very, very naughty! He had chased three chipmunks, two dozen birds, an old women's cat, and an unsuspecting mail man. Corin was just about to put a leash on the crazy little thing. After remembering this Corin decided he should hold Miko in here. After picking up the squirming puppy Corin attempted to blow his blond hair out of his pale green eyes, but when it didn't work he gave up, and after taking a deep breath, he walked further inside.
"Well this sure is a cheary place huh boy?" Corin asked sarcisticly to the puppy in his arms as he kept walking.
Corin kept walking untill he saw the slaves in their cages.
'They all look so sad...' Corin thought as he walked past the cages looking in each. He stoped infront of a young male neko's cage. 'He looks so young...oh what am I doing here? Wait! No! You're already here, so no turning back! Corin thought to himself.
Wile he was so deep in thought he had almost dropped Marow and, once he snapped out of his mind argument with himself he made his hold on the squirming puppy a little better.
"Calm down boy. We won't be here long." Corin promiced. He knew Marow didn't like being held but he also wasn't in the mood to chase him all over the place!

[Lady Leonixa]

x.o Damien o.x

Twirling the pen that he had in his hand, Damien let out a sigh. He'd rather be at home eating some jello and enjoy his favourite book. He didn't need to eat 'human' food but still enjoyed his jello the most. Sure he knew it was irregular for a vampire to be eating jello, but hell, it was his addiction. Thinking about food, got him wondering when the last time he 'properly' ate. It must have been atleast 4 days ago. He sighed knowning that he'll have to go find some decent substance somewhere. Stretching his arms and cracking a few bones in his back he started to hum a tune that he had picked up somewhere.

His eyes searching for something of interest. Taking light, almost inaudible steps he continued on his way. His brown eyes taking in the sights around him, incase for whatever reason he would need to leave due to some accident.

'Damien, it is always important to know your surroundings. It is never a good idea to go into the den of the lion with out knowning how to get out.' His father spoke at him, rather than to him.

Shaking his head he continued to swirl the pen. "It's his fault that I am here. Old man can't be occupied with his life, has to come butting into mine." He grumbled out. Oh how he hated that man. Damien refused to call him Father at all costs. No to him, that man was just another person. Mentor, maybe, but definately not father.

Looking to the walls he thought about what having a slave would be like. 'Probably like a dog, housebreak it, feed it, show it affection, then train it to do the work like getting the paper.' He let out a mirthful laugh imagining a person coming to a pet call. Then he realized that he will have to teach his slave how to properly act at any functions that he brings them too, what to say, when to speak, and everything else that was drilled into himself, he groaned. This was not going to be fun, maybe he could find some crazy scientist to create a chip that he could just insert into the slave so they would know what to do automaticly. He paused his walking and laughed at his own silliness.

Shaking his head he continued, passing by a room that had things like whips and chains in clear view. He already had his fair share at home. 'Though I could always go for more...' He thought to himself but continued on his way. Stopping at the door which his so called guide had directed him to. Well now or nothing. He said grabbing the handle.

[Edit- made it longer because I felt like it wasn't enough!]