|| thє єmpσríum || High End Pet Shoppe || Invite Only

Slave or Master?

Slave	37.0%	[ 10 ]
Master	37.0%	[ 10 ]
POLL WHORE!	25.9%	[ 7 ]
Total Votes:			[ 27 ]

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

|| We at The Emporium offer only the best ||

Welcome Mat && Map of the Grounds
Title Post / ToC
The History of The Emporium
Summary
Code of Conduct
Rules
Contracts
Profile Outlines
What We Offer
Slaves
Our Loyal Quests
Masters
Available Space
Reserved
Available Space
Reserved

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

Since our humble beginnings over fifty years ago, we here at The Emporium have always brought those of you here today the best of the best in the pet trading industry. We have traveled to the many corners of the world to bring you the rarest of creatures, the most royal of beasts, and the most polished of trophies. Each creature here in our shoppe has it's own tale to tell, and each has it's special skill set.



Looking for a guard? You've come to the right place. The Emporium offers a wide selection of strong, intimidating creatures that can all be found in our shoppe. They range from loyally obedient to vicious and in need of your firm hand in training.



If you want something on the softer side, and more for show or pleasure than anything else, The Emporium has a great variety of cute, and lovable pets, sometimes referred to as 'Trophies'. These also range from perfectly trained to a bit on the dark side, and in need of your form of punishments.



We also carry every form of temperament, and training. We here at The Emporium know that like our pets, Masters and Mistresses come in all shapes sizes and with many varieties of desires for their pets. We are all positive that you will find you match, or matches here...



at The Emporium.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

The Basics - OK, you've roleplayed before. You should know the basics by now. No controlling other people's characters, follow TOS, no godmodding, etc. Just use logic. If you really are unsure of something, ask me.

The Length - I like to call this style of RPing "adv. lit without the length." Write as much as you need to. You don't need to worry about having to throw in an extra two paragraphs about how a misshapen rock reminds your character of their tragic past because, quite frankly, I have no desire to read it. You should at least have something to say in your posts, however - for those fond of post minimums, I'll just say a paragraph.

The Writing - Putting it simply: I want quality writers, here. Use proper grammar and spelling - you know the drill. Mistakes are understandable, so you won't be kicked out over a misplaced comma, but I don't want to see every other word misspelled. On that note, try and keep your posts interesting as well. Change up your wording a bit; make it flow. Don't make reading your posts too much of a chore for the rest of us.

The Characters - Use some common sense. Our characters might all be in the same boat but give them some depth and, more importantly, some flaws. I won't be accepting mary sues/gary stus under any circumstance. Also, you may double, but you may not play more than two characters(at the moment) and at least one of them must be an Master or Mistress character. Meaning, you can not play two slaves, but if you want to play two characters, you can, just one of each. This way, I don't have some crazy number of slaves and like four masters/mistresses.Title your PM as 'Bound to you' for a slave, and 'Bound to me' for masters/mistresses.
The Dedication - This is pretty basic: If you don't post in the thread for a while, your character is getting killed. I understand computer problems or a vacation, but if you need to take a break from the RP, please notify us so that we can work around you instead of waiting for a post which isn't coming. After two weeks of inactivity, I'll be PMing you a warning - if after that I don't get a response in a timely manner, then you're out. Highlight this post to figure out how to title your pms.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

Collars

Red - Sensual
White - Innocent
Yellow - Energetic
Blue - Moody
Pink - Playful
Black - Violent

Decorations

Golden Star - Pure Bred
Silver Star - Half Breed
Bronze Star - Mixed Breed (more than one race)

Diamonds - Trophy Pet
Spikes - Untamed Pet
Onyx - Guardian Pet
Pearls - Cleaning Pet
Studs - Fighting Pet
Rubies - Pleasure Pet
Emeralds - Child Friendly Pet

Slaves

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I've Lived For [color=COLOR2][b]AGE[/b][/color] Years
I Am A [color=COLOR1][b]GENDER[/b][/color]
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of [color=COLOR2][b]RACE[/b][/color]
Around My Neck I Carry [color=COLOR1][b]COLLARS (LIMIT 3)[/b][/color]
And They Are Decorated With [color=COLOR2][b]DECORATIONS (LIMIT 4)[/b][/color]

I Enjoy [color=COLOR1][b]LIKES IN LIST FORM[/b][/color]
I Hate [color=COLOR2][b]DISLIKES IN LIST FORM[/b][/color]
It All Started When [color=COLOR1][b]HISTORY AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS LONG[/b][/color][/size]

Masters/Mistresses

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I've Lived For [color=COLOR2][b]AGE[/b][/color] Years
I Am A [color=COLOR1][b]GENDER[/b][/color]
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of [color=COLOR2][b]RACE[/b][/color]
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck [color=COLOR1][b]COLLARS (LIMIT 3)[/b][/color]
And They Are To Be Decorated With [color=COLOR2][b]DECORATIONS (LIMIT 4)[/b][/color]

I Enjoy [color=COLOR1][b]LIKES IN LIST FORM[/b][/color]
I Hate [color=COLOR2][b]DISLIKES IN LIST FORM[/b][/color]
It All Started When [color=COLOR1][b]HISTORY AT LEAST TWO PARAGRAPHS LONG[/b][/color][/size]

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

SuccubusxXxWolf

|| Genevieve . Tyler . Ray ||


My Puppeteer Is Apathetic Pandeh
I've Lived For Eighty Nine Years
I Am A Female
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Half Wolf Demon Half Succubus
Around My Neck I Carry Onyx Black, Blood Red and Sky Blue
And They Are Decorated With Silver Star, Spikes, Studs and Rubies

I Enjoy Death, Killing, Rain, The Moon, Sex with either gender, Silence, and Blood
I Hate Taking orders, Snobby People, People who don't show respect for me or those I care about, being forced to act, and loud people.
It All Started When I was born to a slave mother and her master. My mother was a succubus, and my father a wolf demon. Contrary to popular belief my father did not buy my mother as a pleasure pet. She seduced him in an attempt to escape the life of a slave. Her idea was to use my birth as a weapon. It backfired.

When I was born, my mothers maternal instincts had already kicked in. She knew my father would kill me for being a half breed and sheltered me away from him, keeping me hidden for years. When the secret finally got out, the reaction my mother and I knew was coming hit hard. My mother was murdered, and I was forced into my fathers slave holdings to be taught a leason.
I was to be a fighter. From the time he took control of me at age ten, my father forced me to fight. Who knew I'd grow to love it. The blood, the gore, the sounds of those in pain...

It took me six years to finally loose a battle, and the woman who's pet won, got to keep me. So I left my fathers care and entered into a new slave field. Three weeks later, the Mistress I'd been won by mysteriously disappeared, and all of us under her care were sold to different shoppes. Who knows how I ended up in The Emporium.

|| Nizar . Baqi . Rasima ||


My Puppeteer Is Insanity_Leach_Ruud
I've Lived For 34 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Sorikata (Personal creation, pm for details)
Around My Neck I Carry Yellow, Pink
And They Are Decorated With Gold Star, Pearls, Emeralds

I Enjoy Reading, people, playing, going new places, shiny things, anything new
I Hate Being restrained, inactivity, fighting, routines, kids pulling fur
It All Started When My history isn’t all that exciting until I decided to enter the wrong house. That day I was caught by a trader and labeled as ‘living food.’ It wasn’t until they found out I could talk that I became more than that. Why can I talk, being a Sorikata and all? Well, because I practiced that’s all. I love to read, I love to learn, and that’s what got me into trouble.

It’s alright I guess. Before I was caught all I did was try to survive day to day, digging through trash and sneaking into people’s homes to read their books. I learned many things during that time. That’s why I’m more than just a pest. Once the trader realized my ‘value,’ whatever that means, he sold me to The Emporium for a price higher than what he could have as ‘living food.’

|| Xander . WolfsBane .
Cross ||


My Puppeteer Is Cute Beast Yue
I've Lived For 19 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Wolf Demon
Around My Neck I Carry A black collar
And They Are Decorated With Diamonds, Spikes, Studs, and One gold star.

I Enjoy Reading, learning new things, music, fighting, killing when I have too, training, meditation, and my old master.
I Hate People in general, sluts, whores, skanks, people who try to hard, people who bully others, humans, arrogance, yeah people in general.
It All Started When Xander was born from one of the highest levels of wolf demon, a mother who was a Taiyoukai and a father who was a Taiyoukai. They had not been born into slavery, but had been lost in a raid by humans. They managed to severely wound Xander’s father and they killed his mother stealing the young demon children.

Xander was handed off to a women who could not have children, and she raised him to be an honorable man. She taught him how to read, write, enjoy a healthy thirst for knowledge and she taught him how to fight. She had been a great fighter before she got sick, so she taught him all he needed to know to defend himself.

Xander won many fights in her name and until she passed from her life taking illness Xander was her best friend. Now he had ended himself up at the emporium.

|| Luna .
Blue .
Ookami ||


My Puppeteer Is Cute Beast Yue
I've Lived For 17 Years
I Am A Female
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Wolf Demon
Around My Neck I Carry Black and Blue
And They Are Decorated With One gold star, Diamonds, spikes, studs.

I Enjoy Reading, drawing, music, knowledge, food, fighting, killing, hurting people.
I Hate People of all kinds, arrogance, cages, closed in spaces.
It All Started When Luna was always a strong child, and she had always been a good fighter and killer. A product of war, so killing came easily and naturally to her. She started off as an assassin, when her handler sold her out to the slavers she was captured and brought to the emporium. Her skill and lust for violence was the only thing that kept her alive in the rings. She swore that she would kill her back stabbing handler, betrayal running deep and anger burning her thoughts. Luna did not have a hard life and she still does not have a hard life, she is who she is.

|| Syn . Isen . Lan ||


My Puppeteer Is kazcan
I've Lived For Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Half Cat Demon
Around My Neck I Carry Red, Blue
And They Are Decorated With Silver Star, Rubies, Diamond

I Enjoy Smoking, Cinnamon
I Hate Crowds, Being in Public
It All Started When he was first bought. He was bought as a young boy, and trained in the art of pleasure ever since. He was sold by his first master to clients to bring in money, and he brought in a lot of money. No matter what kind of person wanted to buy him, he would be sold, and has been though much toment and agony in his years. This is all he's ever known, and now he's simply apathetic about his fate. He's been hurt and beaten enough to realize he will never get out of this, so he lives with it, taking few happiness from when it's not as bad as other times.

But his owner had a deal with the Emporium manager. When the owner died, he was to be given secretly to the Emporium. That way, no one could make a fortune by auctioning off 'his prize' while he was dead.

|| Chi-Chi . Bo . Rico ||


My Puppeteer Is Amor_de_Luna
I've Lived For Enough Years
I Am A Heifer
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of a bovine berserker!
Around My Neck I Carry Yellow, Pink, Black
And They Are Decorated With Onyx, Golden Star, Emeralds, Spikes

I Enjoy lots of bubblegum, having rear spanked, drawing, “taking out aggression”, vegetation, lots of room, nature, the sound of a harp, being milked (…shut-up! It’s annoying!), little kids, being naked, and reading.
I Hate Being “triggered”, meat-eaters, foul play, unfaithfulness, fire, wolves (you all STINK!), being forced to do anything, cages, and tight spaces.
It All Started When when I was branded. Yep, that’s right. My species of bovine demons actually look like regular cows until fire hits our pelts. Fire causes us to shape-shift into our “human suits” and we flee in terror! Well… I would’ve if my dad wasn’t a Mexican fighting bull. See, we allow ourselves to be bred and our milk taken, that’s a given, but bulls are the catalysts that determine what the overall offspring’s nature is going to be. You got a docile bull, docile calves. Player bull equals whore calves. FIGHTING bulls, on the other hand, well, you got yourself a berserker calf. Believe it or not, this is a RARE occurrence to my bloodline, and I’m one-of-a-kind.

I didn’t know I was a berserker until that hot rod hit my rump. Yeah, well, I didn’t take it too well. When I came to from my black out, I sorta destroyed a vast majority of my first owner’s land and home and from then on, I was a fighter myself… a fighting cow! I’ve had many owners, I give ‘em a pretty good buck if they bet on me. Some good, some not so great, even some that I have tried to kill because they pushed my “trigger” (which, if you hadn’t guessed, the word and crime is “fuego”). And recently, I was sold to this place as an extra bonus from my previous owner (Mexican mafia boss Huerto) and now I’m up for grabs. Ain’t that nice?

Bengal Cat

|| Suiren . "Ren" . Fukui ||


My Puppeteer Is Sweet Cerulean Sins
I've Lived For AGE 19
I Am A female
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Cat Demon
Around My Neck I Carry white, red and blue
And They Are Decorated With gold star, diamonds, emeralds, rubies

I Enjoy silence, running water and being left alone
I Hate being caged, treated like a doll, not being able to defend myself
It All Started When I was younger. I had a dear friend, a human, take me in when I was a child. Her and her father gave me shelter, food and clothing. They were very kind people, taking in a girl who could not speak or work for herself. They paid for my education, though they had little money, and I did my best to repay them when I could. But my unstable form and the ability to change from girl to exotic cat caught the attention of many. When I grew into a woman, my body appealing and my moods, which affect my appearance and change, unstable, I was kidnapped and taken from my home.

They dressed me up, put make up on me and tamed me. They broke me, beat me, found it funny how I couldn't scream to protest them. And then they sold me. Over and over again, I've been sold to the highest bidder.

|| Kaori . Mai . Inari ||


My Puppeteer Is sagebrushh
I've Lived For 73 Years
I Am A female
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Fox Demon
Around My Neck I Carry Red, Pink, Yellow
And They Are Decorated With Diamonds, Rubies, Onyx, and a Golden Star

I Enjoy delectable treats, sleeping, pleasing masters, people who underestimate me (then I can prove them wrong), people who smell good, sex, play, the occasional punishment, and getting praised
I Hate boring masters, overprotective masters, bad food, people who are bad in bed, hateful masters, not having a master, and those who deprive me of sleep.
It All Started When I was born into a family of fox demons. Our race is usually the type to go far, and become high-standing people in the world... My family, on the other hand, became the obedient type that loved to serve people. For centuries, we've been serving one family in particular, watching generations go by.. Our life was happy until the new ones were born... they were greedy, cheating humans.. they betrayed us in the end and most of my family was killed so certain parts of our bodies could be sold off on the black market (we are highly coveted in that area.) I escaped because my family sacrificed themselves... but I was caught in the end. They decided to sell me off as a slave, and with my nature, I didn't really mind. It was better than staying in the place that became a hellhole for us.. I swore to get revenge, and one of my masters let me slip away one night... The house went down in flames, thus ending my family's history.

Well, now? I'm currently without a master, and I desperately love to serve...

Griffin
My Name Is Also A Few Pictures. I Know. I'm A Camera Whore.
|| Napoleon . Gavin . Demetrie ||


My Puppeteer Is Apathetic Pandeh
I've Lived For 58 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Half Were-Griffin Half Were-Panda
Around My Neck I Carry Red, Black and Pink
And They Are Decorated With Diamonds, Rubies, Studs, Silver Star

I Enjoy Cuddling, Sex, Fighting, Killing, Being Used, Laughing, Death and Shiny Things.
I Hate Overly Happy People, 'Debbie Downers', Not Being Entertained, Silence, Anything I'm Told To.
It All Started When two breeders thought they could make a perfect guardian by breeding two very different slaves. My father, a vicious killer, strong and powerful; my mother, a caregiver, soft and carefree. A were-griffin and a were-panda were interbred, and I was the proceeding abomination. Needless to say, I was what they expected. I killed without a second thought, but loved to care and be taken care of. I loved to play and murder within the same hour. I was unpredictable. And that was good to use against foes. I can choose which form to take, and who would expect to be mauled to death when they stumble upon a child and her cuddly little panda?

The only down turn of my birth was that when in griffin form, I'm all battle, all kill kill kill. In panda form, I want nothing more than to cuddle to play, explore. But when I am in my human form, I am a merging of the two. A sex addict, who loves to be used and rages at himself for it later. Some would call it schizophrenic, I call it 'colorful'.

Anyways, so I've entered the market, not really knowing my parents. They were just a means to an end. I've been in an out of cages since I could walk, and haven't known a life in any other way. So I go with the flow most of the times.

But now I've got something to live for. To cuddle, to protect. He isn't a rich fancy master but he is mine...

|| Jabari .
'Jay' .
Fayn ||


My Puppeteer Is kazcan
I've Lived For 29 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Water Nymph/Human
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Blue, Red
And They Are To Be Decorated With Rubies, Studs, Onyx, Emeralds

I Enjoy Autumn, Crisp cool air, Rivers/Water, Challenges
I Hate Disorder/Uncleanliness, Hurt children, Extreme heat, Dishonorable people
It All Started When in the arena. Born into captivity, Jabari has known the arena all his life. He had a relatively good owner, who allowed his mother to raise him, as Jabari's father fought in the arena to cover their expenses. As such, when his father was killed, he was expected to rise to the occasion. Many were surprised at how well he did, moving like water throughout the battlefeild, calling him the most graceful fighter in the Arena.

When his mother died, he developed certain feleings about the battlefeild that she had spoken to him all his life. One, no unnecessary deaths. No matter how the crowd called for it, Jay never relinquished. A victory was a victory, and he felt he didn't need death to prove it. Second, no harming of children. He had seen far to many slave children less fortunate than him beaten and abused in the arena, and it was one of the few things that enraged the water nymph. His fathers human blood put strong emotions in his blood, so Jay's moods can seem to vary greatly. There are things he will not stand for, and he can react with surprising violence when these things occur.

But now he has one thing he refuses to live without.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

|| Soleria . Lunis . Apolostos ||


My Puppeteer Is kazcan
I've Lived For 21 Years
I Am A Female
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Human
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Black
And They Are To Be Decorated With Onyx and Studs

I Enjoy Fighting, Gambling, Soda, Alcohol, and Chocolate
I Hate Pansies, Weaklings, Clingy guys, Prim women
It All Started When her father took her to a Game for the first time. In the very first fight she watched, her favored fighter died in the arena. She told her father, at the age of 7, that she was going to train a fighter no one could beat. He smiled, ruffling her sandy colored hair, and told her he couldn't wait. Since then, she has been int he Games. Her and her father had many high standing Fighters, who they trained themselves. Many people are out to get them for killing their prized pets, but she doesn't care. She had her father, and her pets.

Until someone attacked her home, and killed her father, and shot their fighters in their cages. She's been mourning for the last two years, but now she's back for blood, and she is looking for a true Fighter.

|| Centurion . Phillip . Tulane ||


My Puppeteer Is kazcan
I've Lived For 26 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of god-child
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Doesn't Matter
And They Are To Be Decorated With Onyx, Spikes, Studs

I Enjoy Junk Food, Sweet's (Honey escpecdially), TV, Beer
I Hate Disorder, Paralysis, Cult Nutcases
It All Started When I was injured. Not my favorite day of my life. I had been an arena fighter until then, but one day, there was an accident on my part, and I nearly died. I escaped with my life, but my shoulder was damadged badly. Litterally, escaped. My oppenent had been paid to kill me, nothing new in the arena. Except apparently these people didn't just want me dead, they wanted my flesh. Slightly freaky to have cannibals out for your blood. Apparently my mother was some sort of ancient goddess, and her blood runs in my veins. Not that that helps me, it just makes me more resistant to everything: pain, drugs, alcohol, ect.

And sets a bloodthirsty cult on my back to devour my flesh and get my 'powers'. Thanks mom. I've been shopping for someone to help me out, because I really don't feel like becoming snack food for the mentally unstable.

Were-cat

|| Quinn . Feliciano . Jacinto ||


My Puppeteer Is Insanity_Leach_Ruud
I've Lived For 23 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Were-cat
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Red, Black, Yellow
And They Are To Be Decorated With Spikes, Rubies, Studs

I Enjoy Profit, loot, successful jobs, his business, valuable information
I Hate People who ask questions, law bound idiots, followers, fighting
It All Started When Quinn has always had a more feminine look to him. Even as a child he was always picked on, being called things like girl, and pansy. He never really paid it any mind usually finding ways to get back at them when they least expected it. This mind set led him down a path of crime, usually stealing or the like. His ability to turn into a cat was very helpful in escapes since he could just blend in with the alley cats. He became fairly wealthy after a while and invested his wealth in a business in an attempt to hide his criminal actions. It was successful, stealing, selling the stolen goods on the black market, and then making a donation through the use of a false name.

This life didn't, however, come with a companion and after a few years found it depressing. He tried focusing on his business or his 'jobs' eventually growing his business into something he could actually live off of. After a few years of business dealings his stealing streak faded away. He used the skills he learned from stealing to further his career becoming a virtual millionaire by the age of 23. Most recently he decided to leave his business to more bureaucratic types so he could return to more exciting activities. His business, “Jacinto Logistics” is a information broker trading information for money or other information. Quinn is currently in the job of acquiring information to sell.

|| Ophelia . Phobos . Gate ||


My Puppeteer Is Amor_de_Luna
I've Lived For 19 Years
I Am A Woman
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Ascended Human (it’s a pain in the rectum, let me tell you!)
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Mmm, I don’t mind, really.
And They Are To Be Decorated With Onyx, Emeralds, Diamonds and Pearls

I Enjoy reading, music, mecha, breaking then fixing things, exploring ancient ruins, meeting new people, cute/sexy/beautiful things, spiders, “games” and Grevillea flowers.
I Hate bitter herbs, sharks, sabotage, viruses, having to heal somebody (pain. in. the. a**!), arrogant/high-and-mighty/conceited nobodies, ignorance, closed-minds, having books touched or stolen.
It All Started When well, when I was born. See, I’m a highly prized “seer” of my kingdom (sorta)! Four little virgin maidens were chosen by the gods to bear their children and a ceremony went about to cause this to happen. By dear ‘ol da, always being of the curious sort, had heard of this tradition for since he was a cub himself and went to the super-off-limits-‘you’re going to hell if you come here’ temple to take a peek at how the ceremony went. When the Guardian of the Virgo (we calls her Parthenope) came down from the stars during the Lunar Eclipse, she placed seeds in the bellies of these Chosen, thus impregnating them. But she was aware of my da being present during this very holy and sacred time. So what did she do? She took Da’s seed and placed it inside of HERSELF.

I know, crazy s**t, right?

But, see, no one knew about this except my Da because he high-tailed it when he had been, as he says, “spiritually refreshed, but bodily violated” by Parthenope. Nine months later, out pops (all at the exact same time, mind you) the Seer Children of the Elements; water, fire, earth, and air. But then, Parthenope makes an unexpected accession down during this huuuge celebration, carrying bundle, of whom she hands to the Hi-Seer, Haleon, saying there’s a new kid on the block…

ME!

I’m an unexpected part of this whole, my “element” being Metal, something completely unheard of since my people are all nature nutbags! They consider my birth a sin and a catastrophe, so they boot me and my Da out of the country to fend for ourselves. I’ve been doing pretty good, mind you, because one of those virginal maidens, Orah (bearer of the earth child), had a crush on my Da and she comes (in secret!) to our little house out in the ‘burbs three times out of the year with her daughter Tlalli and Tlalli (bless her sweet face) has been showing me the ropes of this “seer” business and then some!

Now listen, since I’m a “curse” and all, assassins have been sent and I have been kidnapped for bounty (my Da has a delicious amount of gold hidden away) and, basically, they’ve been a big pain in my a** since I was a baby! I’m either gonna need a companion so I won’t lose my marbles or a suitable guard so the next time those pricks come around, they got to answer to my little (or big!) friend!

|| Jamison . "Jason" . Jones ||


My Puppeteer Is Sweet Cerulean Sins
I've Lived For 25 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Human
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Red, White and Pink, but I make exceptions
And They Are To Be Decorated With Diamonds, Studs, Rubies and Gold Stars, though the stars don't matter as much.

I Enjoy Tea, Strong coffee, Alcohol, Baked Goods, Doctors' offices
I Hate Cemeteries, cooking, hot weather, rain
It All Started When I entered high school. I have been home schooled with few friends most of my life. Few influences of the big city came to me on my family's farm. But once I hit the teen years and started hanging around the big city, especially working in my father's bar, I started acting up. I lost sight of wanting to be a doctor and took an interest in gangs.

When my family was killed when I tried to leave the gang, my left eye blinded, I took up my father's business, ending school with just a high school education. Since then I have made my father's bar into a high-end tavern and night club, with specialty pets as entertainment on some nights. I buy the pets, use them, then sell them off. It has made me fairly wealthy.

Ahote’s true look


|| Ahote 'Means Restless One.' .
Ace .
NATANAEL 'Given of god' or 'Whom God Gave' ||


My Puppeteer Is Cute Beast Yue
I've Lived For 25 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Shapeshifter
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Red, Pink, Yellow
And They Are To Be Decorated With Diamonds, Onyx, Rubies, Emeralds.

I Enjoy Food, Music, Literature, Art, Theater, Cooking, Knowledge, Books, Dominance, Pleasure, pain to a certain degree and loyalty.
I Hate Judgemental people, rude and superficial people, slavers, cages, blood, needles, hospitals.
It All Started When My mother a beautiful Native American Hopi mix with Spanish blood flowing through her veins met my father. He was never a subtle man, and he was the captain of his squad, came across my mothers encampment. Men spoke of my mothers beauty, her restless spirit, her fighting spirit, men of her own race wanted her, for she was one of the most beautiful and unique women in our village. From the moment they met, my mother and father were inseparable, though he did not know of the blood that flowed through her body. She had always kept her families secret a secret shared only among her people. She was a seer, an important aspect in our culture, and she also was a shapeshifter. She could change herself into anything living that she desired as long as she was able to touch it.

When my mother was killed in a raid, my father took me away from my slaughtered village and made me promise to never let anyone know what I was. So, being he was an American soldier I took on his blonde hair and my mothers beautiful Ivy green eyes. My father did the best he could raising me, but he felt that I needed a mother. so he re-married and had a second family. They seemed to be everything he'd ever wanted, though I knew that he would never love another woman the way he loved my mother.

When he eventually passed away, I barried him where we barried our loved ones. I hope hes happy there in heaven with my mother.

Though the person looking out, is not the true person I am. I am truly a mirrored reflection, a fake.

Even my dead lover was convinced that this person was who I was.

My True Form:

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|| Yiska “The night has passed.’ .
Renegade .
Ezequiel ||


My Puppeteer Is Cute Beast Yue
I've Lived For 30 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Shapeshifter
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Red, White and Pink
And They Are To Be Decorated With Diamonds, Pearls, Rubies and Emeralds.

I Enjoy Pleasure, smoking, drinking, companionship, attention, affection, work, my pets, my brother, art, theaters, knowledge, extortion, illegal things…and sweets…oh and good food…
I Hate Arrogant people, double standards, work, bad food, bad liquor, bad sex, drama, lame and boring people.
It All Started When My mother a beautiful Native American Hopi mix with Spanish blood flowing through her veins met my father. He was never a subtle man, and he was the captain of his squad, came across my mothers encampment. Men spoke of my mothers beauty, her restless spirit, her fighting spirit, men of her own race wanted her, for she was one of the most beautiful and unique women in our village. From the moment they met, my mother and father were inseparable, though he did not know of the blood that flowed through her body. She had always kept her families secret a secret shared only among her people. She was a seer, an important aspect in our culture, and she also was a shapeshifter. She could change herself into anything living that she desired as long as she was able to touch it.

When my mother was killed in a raid, my father took me away from my slaughtered village and made me promise to never let anyone know what I was. So, being he was an American soldier I took on his blonde hair and my mothers beautiful Ivy green eyes. My father did the best he could raising me, but he felt that I needed a mother. so he re-married and had a second family. They seemed to be everything he'd ever wanted, though I knew that he would never love another woman the way he loved my mother.

When he eventually passed away, I buried him where we buried our loved ones. I hope he’s happy there in heaven with my mother.

Though the person looking out, is not the true person I am. I am truly a mirrored reflection, a fake.

Even my dead lover was convinced that this person was who I was.

Most of my history is the same as my brother, except I am the oldest, and I was never a slave…I don‘t like that part of my brothers history. But we are pretty close, him and I. I guess were different from each other, but we are blood and that is all that matters to me.

|| Daren . Lyaris . Ardit ||


My Puppeteer Is sagebrushh
I've Lived For 333 Years
I Am A guy
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Vampire
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Red, black, or blue
And They Are To Be Decorated With Diamonds, spikes, studs, rubies

I Enjoy fiery personalities, challenges, fights, training pets, loyalty, intimacy, and cold days.
I Hate when disobedience goes too far, people who don't fight back when they're stepped on, hot days, disloyalty, and liars.
It All Started When I was adopted. No one really knows who my parents are, which I guess is a good thing, considering I'm not human. In any event, I was left in a box in front of the orphanage as a kid. Loving parents, no doubt. Or maybe they had some premonition that I'd turn out to be a trouble-maker. I ran away from the orphanage multiple times, and always pranked the adults there, gathering a bunch of orphans to join in. Needless to say, they were glad they got rid of me. And needless to say, they were devastated when my "parents" brought me back a couple months later, calling me a "f***ing nightmare." The cycle continued, on and on, until finally, they decided I was "old enough to go out into the world." That was their way of saying it nicely that they had had it with me and were going to kick my a** out of the place and hope that I would never come back. They got their wish. I may be a troublemaker, but I'm not an idiot. I figured out how to make money fairly quickly, and now I have my own place. Can't say I got it by lawful means, but hey. Does anyone care?

I figured out that I wasn't human when somehow, mysteriously, my "long-lost" parents gave me a letter in the mail. No return address, but only explaining who I was. They didn't say much else. No "I'm sorry for abandoning you." Or "We actually did it because we loved you." I didn't expect any. I have no idea how they found out where I lived, but I hope they don't keep an eye on me much longer. I guess independence is something I like.

|| Biological . Android . Codename: Kai ||


My Puppeteer Is Dyllye Levreau
I've Lived For 31 Years
I Am A Male
My Veins Are Flowing With The Blood Of Human (If they could called "Veins" wink
I Want My Pet To Carry Theses Around Its Neck Black, Yellow
And They Are To Be Decorated With Spikes, Onyx, Studs

I Enjoy Information, New things, Excitement, Challenges, Generosity, Kindness, Reminders of Humanity
I Hate Manipulators, Backstabbers, Unnecessary Violence
It All Started When I joined the military. My parents were less than supportive of my choice what with me being an only child. They wanted me to settle down, marry, and give them grandchildren. I didn’t like the idea, I wanted to fight for what I believed in, so I enrolled in the army. It was hard, the training I mean, but eventually I was sent off to fight the “Bad Guys” I thought they were.

Boy was I wrong. They weren’t bad, they were doing what I was, fighting for what they thought was right. But killing so many people made me insensitive to how fragile life is. But I was reminded when a grenade had been thrown too close for comfort. The pain was unimaginable, I couldn’t see the extent of the damage to my body but it was clear I wasn’t going to be alive for long. I passed out, thinking it was the end for me when all of a sudden I was jolted awake by the sounds of an emergency room.

My first thought was that it was all a dream, I was still at home, married and waiting for my first child, but soon I realized I was the one under the knife. Apparently when I signed up, I had also offered my body to the advancement of science, fine print and all that. When I had finally regained complete consciousness I had been made as you see me. Nothing of my original body remains accept for a few parts of my brain, but I suppose you can’t change the past. I was kept in the lab for ten years to make sure all my systems were perfected, so now I have been sent out into the world to test my combat abilities to their fullest and keep tabs of my humanity so I don’t become a mindless droid.

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

SuccubusxXxWolf

"I Roll With the Foxes, And Hunt With the Hounds."

Light filtered through the cold metallic bars of the cage the beast inside called home. For now. It was only a mater of time before another pathetic soul wandered in, lured by her voluptuous looks and sweet sing song voice. They'd be tricked into a false sense of security, and just when they thought she would be their willing slave, she'd attack. And again she would feel the volts of her collars, shocking her into submission before being hauled back into the place she rested now.

Her large wolven chest rose and fell, and dust from before her snout lifted into the still air and found new resting places. The shoppe was alive with noise, from both the cages filled with creatures and the voices of the men and women selling them. Each called out to a passing Mistress or Master, offering to help them find the perfect pet. Many stopped to inspect the cute cuddly beats who smiled at the ends of their ropes, willing to let the bastards touch them. The female snorted heavily. Weak pathetic sorry excuses for living creatures if anyone wanted her opinion.

From Genevieve's position within the confines of her cage, she could see across the isle of metal to where the 'Trophies' were kept on leashes through the day time hours, being shown off to the passing rich. Others like Vivian herself, were all caged, marked with warning signs ranging from 'I bite' to 'I dismember'. She herself sported a sign attached to her cage that read 'Danger: I massacre'. At first, her sign had simply read 'Danger'. The other words had been etched in sharpie, shakily done. The boy who'd been ordered to write it had been scared shitless of being eaten. And all she'd had to do was maul three possible buyers to earn the respect of the people who ran this business.

The large wolf could feel her muscles tensing, could feel them twitch under her fur in the urge to run, to move to spring. Instead, Vivian rose and circled her cage, letting the chains that were attached to her feet rattle, and the collars around her neck buzz in warning. Her eyes rolled and she sat on her haunches, her eyes the only visible thing in the darkness that still ruled her cage. From there, she would wait, watching and ready for that pathetic soul to wander too close.

[Beyond Ryuzaki-san]

Marrie stepped into The Emporium with a contemplative look on her face, It was said that the best are here. Does that also mean the strongest?
She glanced around to gather information on the size and layout of the initial room that she had entered. It seemed that on one side there were cages that had several signs posted on the individual cages, the other side had 'free-range' slaves. She snorted in disgust at those, Useless garbage, wouldnot last even a minute into one of my fights.

Deciding on a simple course of action she stepped closer to the cages and attempted to gauge the caged slaves' usefulness for fighting without looking at their signs. "Signs often either up a slaves stats or lowers them to try and sell those that are more dangerous." She spoke quietly reciting the lesson from memory. Raising her voice so the slaves could hear her she stated simply, "I want the best fighter who will not attack children and will be willing to fight side-by-side with me in the arena. So, who here thinks they live up to my standards?

[Cute Beast Ookami]

The cage jostled and tipped each way and that as the men heaved the cage from the back of the truck nearly dropping it as they set it on the pavement below. The wolfess could hear the familiar scrapping of metal against concrete, her ears swiveling forwards her muzzle drawn back into an angry snarl. Porcelain white teeth glinting in the shadow of her prison. Since the humans had concealed her appearance with a thick tarp, the air around her was humid and moist, making her even more irritable to begin with.

The muzzle was torn, pieces of leather shredded form her shaking her ink black muzzle back and fourth her maw dripping with slobber and blood as she snapped her jaws again sliding forwards until the men up righted her again. Vicious snarls emanated from her throat as she growled slamming her sides into the electrified cage.

The slavers delivery boys were wearing protective gear, thick rubber gloves as not to shock themselves. They reeked of sweat and their labored breathing lead to heavy palpitations of the heart. The snarls and thrashings followed by the electric buzz of the cage only increased. The captive wolf was pissed, they drugged her heavily, shocking her on repeated occasions until her body could not take any more. The drugs had worn off and she had already killed two of the slavers men before they managed to get the wolfess into the cage.

Vicious snarls as the slavers hoisted the cage up and her nails slipped on the metal, trying to get a grip so she did not slide forwards. They got the massive prison inside and set in a place reserved for her. Her fur bristled making the already huge female wolf ten times her size. The soft strands of ebony expanded, her head lowering as she thrashed from side to side, teeth glinting as she tore the rest of the muzzle free, her body tensed muscles tightening toes splicing as the men drew away the tarp.

The wolfess lowered her ears and jumped at the man towering above her. Her teeth closing down on the bar. The sound of electricity coursed through the she-wolves frame and she let go shaking her snout from side to side rubbing her paw over the still tingling flesh. Her tongue rolling over her maw, teeth showing a brilliant healthy white. She snorted her eyes never leaving the man’s until he left to talk with the shoppe’s owner.

Lowering her head she continued to snarl, the heavy chains clunking as she looked from side to side taking in all the captives. The crescent moon on her forehead was covered in old blood, human blood, her maw still running a faint pink, from her last encounter. After being left alone, the alphess slowly began to calm down. Her body ached and twitched every now and again from convulsions. Her breathing was still heavy, she was still irritated her fur still stood on end but the she-wolf lowered her muzzle setting them on her forepaws, twin tails curling over her hind quarters.

She ignored the looks from the other captives. She did not care, she’d kill everyone if given the chance. The captured wolf valued her freedom, and she killed on her own terms. Not on some masters terms. The she-wolf snarled again and lowered her ears, as people passed she snarled, showing teeth, if they dared to stop in front of her prison she snapped at them attacking the kennel until they ran off to find a better suited pet.

[Cute Beast Ookami]

Xander watched the whole scene his ears swiveling forwards, his multicolored eyes set on the new arrival with curiosity. His left eye was the color of a wolf gold, his right eye was the color of an ivy green. His fur was a beautiful white-silver color. He lifted his dignified muzzle and scented the air.

Female. Alpha. Strong. That is what thoughts flicked through his wolf mind. Fighter. Killer. Sinner. Came next. So far, there was quite an array of wolf slaves to choose from. A female like that would be a prize to any slaver who needed a strong fighter. Their was something so bred into the female that she was a veteran of war, she was seasoned and smart. Impressive. Next to the other female across from him, this was the only other pure-wolf demon Xander had ever met. The other she-wolf was a wolf mix, another demon breed of some sort, but other than that he could not tell.

He’d been the newest captive up until today, when the wolfess was dropped off. That had been a few weeks ago, his stay had not been long, but he was already becoming aware of the beasts in this place, and he was already knowing their strengths and weaknesses. He already knew what kind of place this female came from, just like he already knew what kind of place the other half-breed wolf came from.

She was definitely at the same level he was, a Taiyoukai, but her markings were strange, and he thought they might have been familiar, but he was unsure where he’d seen or heard of them before. Unlike the two female wolves, he was much calmer than the other two, though the newest edition probably had a reason to be pissed. It is not like a woman like this would intentionally be caught, and a wolf of her caliber, rarely made mistakes.

Growling softly Xander turned his two different colored hues away, hearing the door open and a woman quickly entered.

Xander snorted looking at the woman and quickly losing interest. One had to earn his respect, and he did not like Slavers. The only Slaver he did like was dead. She treated him like her own flesh and blood, and although he probably should have felt resentment against her he could not. He barely remembered his powerful mother and father. He did not know them as he knew his human mother.

Ignoring the slaver he then turned his attention back to the other captives.

[Kazcan]

:. My characters aren't up yet, but I REALLY want to post. ;o; Sorreh Panda. You can beat me for it later. crying And my photo's aren't working yet, so I'll put them up soon. .:

Fingers pulled down the rim of her black hat, green eyes with honey colored flecks scanning slowly over the cages.

'Look at them. Look at them hard, Soli. Take your time, breath the air, listen to their movements. We are not breeding beasts. We are crafting champions. One of them will call out to you.'

'Yes papou,' she said to the memory in her mind, crossing her arms under her chest as she shifted against the wall. She had been here for an hour now, watching and listening, just as she remembered her father instructing her to when he brought her to buy her first Fighter. She had never forgotten those words.

The short female shifted again, eyes flicking to the door as someone left with their new purchase. The black hat on her head was pulled low, shadowing those beautiful hazel eyes from the world. Sandy colored hair stuck out from beneath it, flipping out from her head or sticking close to her face. Her white button up shirt hung open, giving glances at beautiful skin down her torso. She was wearing a black bikini top underneath, so she did not care about her show of skin. A black jacket was over the white shirt, along with a black tie bearing a small cross on it's end. A short plaid and black skirt hung to her small waist, shifting about her thighs as she crossed one leg over the other. She wore high black boots today, steel covering their ends, obviously worn from use. Nothing about her was shiny or new. everything had obviously been used and seen some days. She didn't care about fashion, she cared about comfort and use. Well, maybe a little bit about fashion, but not much. If she were at home, she wouldn't be wearing a shirt at all.

A hand played with the black jewel hanging arond her neck, eyes looking back across the line of cages. There were some she thought interesting... there was a wolf to her right, a silver furred beauty, who was pacing aorund in her cage. But...she was a girl, and Soleria hated dealing with girls. She didn't know why, maybe it was because she had been broguht up by her father, but she was never comfortable around women. She tended to keep away from them in her Fighters, except for a few speciel cases. There was another wolf they had just pulled in, lashing about in fury... now, that one was to violent. She didn't have the time to work on one that crazy. No, she wanted one a little more calm in a cage, but who still had the beef to fight and bleed.

Which is why her eyes kept coming back to the male wolf, just almost ahead of her, except to the left a little. He was calm sitting in his cage, though she could see disdain in his multi hued eyes. She had looked back to him more than once. Her eyes fell to his collar. Untamed, Fighter, Pure bred, Violent.

And yet, he sat there without a sound. He wasn't comfortable, obviously. Hwas in a cage trying to be sold after all. But he was quiet, watching everything, his form filled with what she saw as raw potential.

Untamed, Fighter, Pure bred, Violent.

Well, maybe.

[Zombie Leach]

Nizar Baqi Rasima

A white ball of fluffy lay tethered to a single spot. This ball of fur didn’t have a cage like other slaves in The Emporium, or even a designated container. The workers at this particular slave shop found out that cages and boxes were useless since this creature could just teleport out of them. Coincidentally they found out that the only way to keep him grounded and out of everyone’s way was to anchor him to something too big for him to teleport. The building itself seemed adequate enough for that job, and after only a few minutes of being tethered, Nizar had gotten quite bored.

The place was busy, people came in and out all the time, but even though they were all new people he couldn’t interact with any of them. He was tethered in the back with the cages labeled dangerous. He had a sign all his own, one they gave him to hold and it said, “Annoying.” He didn’t understand why. All he did was ask questions and look at the things he found interesting, it wasn’t his fault they kept those things in their pockets where he had to go in and get them. He had been put on a high shelf in the back after they realized that having the ability to speak only made him more annoying.

People got mad too quickly for Nizar’s taste. Everything he had that he found interesting was free for everyone to take and admire. If someone took something they found interesting he just went and found something else. There were so many interesting things in the world there was no point in spending too much time on one thing. It was sad really. Every human he talked to seemed to focus too much on one or two things. He contributed his current situation to that fact considering that if the merchant that caught him hadn't been focusing on what Nizar tried to take he wouldn't be leached to the wall.

Nizar heard a couple of people coming close to the back and two abnormally large ears rose atop the ball of fur sitting on a shelf above the cages labeled dangerous. A head soon followed, accompanied by two eyes that took up a good bit of the head, and a body. What was left of the fluff was the tail which it turns out was as big as the rest of him. Nizar yawned and shook the sleep from his body his fur standing on end making him look even more fluffy before it settled in it's designated spot. His eyes were a dull black as he observed the two just entered.

They looked serious and by the way the walked and looked around they were looking for something specific. They came straight back to the dangerous cages and that was all Nizar needed to know what they were after. He hopped to the edge of the shelf his eyes gaining some brightness at the prospect of actually talking to someone became apparent. ”If you want a tame one your out of luck then lady,” Nizar said in a voice abnormally deep for something his size but still kind of high compared to 'normal' people. ”That one, puppy-bus, is crazy dangerous and will eat you and your children if you get to close,” Nizar said coming up with a nickname for Genevieve and pointing at her with his front paw. ”Two eyes will too, but he's not crazy, he just doesn't like you. As for the new one, she's crazy too.”

Nizar pointed to each of the wolves in turn starting with Genevieve and ending with Luna, although, he doesn't know her name, yet. ”I'm Nizar, I don't fight, although the workers said I'm supposed to be learning how to be a G-u-a-r-d-i-a-n,” he said saying the last word slowly like he was having trouble pronouncing it. ”I told them I don't know cause I'm bad at planting and growing things.” Nizar thought his play on words was funny but had learned quickly not to laugh at his own jokes, it seemed to make them less funny. His tail did start wagging causing his whole body to start shaking in time with it.

”Anyway, you two seem strong! Do you fight much? I bet you do! I don't like fighting myself, but it's cool if you like it. I bet you make lots of money from it. You two have big houses too don't you? Long halls, big rooms, even bigger libraries, and gratings paintings of famous people. That would be very interesting to explore. You've seen it already, so, do you think I could use it? You don't need it. Do you think they will let me have it?” Nizar asked looked over the edge of his shelf down at the cages below. It was easy to see by now why he was labeled as annoying instead of dangerous, unless you were in danger of dying from ear bleeds, or trapped in the same room as him, then you might commit suicide. ”Hey! What do you have in your pockets? I'd look but I'm stuck here.”

[Crayon A Sarus Rex]

SuccubusxXxWolf

"I Roll With the Foxes, And Hunt With the Hounds."

[[Luna. Sorry, I hadn't noticed but you have two slaves. In the rules it says you can only play two charas if you have one be a master. I let yours slip by me by accident. >.< My fault. You can keep them as Kazzy is already interested in Xander, and Luna is your preferred. You can keep them, and everyone else is allowed to add a second slave to their list if they wish. Feel free to edit your characters accordingly and resend met eh profiles for posting. Again, sorry.]]


Vivian's eyes were still locked on the outside world when the large cage had been brought in. She watched as the cage was lifted, hefted and settled into a slot not far from her own. Through the bars, the half breed watched what she knew was a full bred wolf demon attack at the men outside her cage. The female snorted softly. What was the point of hurting yourself when your attacks would not meet with the ones you wished to harm? It was wasted energy. You waited...watched, then sprang.

But the action outside of her own cage had Vivian craving some action. Her entire body radiated the need to cause trouble, it almost hurt. There was a Mistress who'd walked in only a few moments later, and had Vivian laughing out loud. Her eyes lit with something dangerous as she coursed close to the bars of her cage. Even in wolf form, she seemed to slither, and as she moved, her fur melted away, giving light to a whole new beast.

Huge horns sprouted from her head, her wolven ears shifted down and lost thier fur. They grew, and curved slightly at the ends. Her body was suddenly clean of fur, save for her head, which sported a large mane of wispy gray strands. Her face was cheribic, and looked overly innocent. Her eyes, large and blood red were unblinking as she wrapped her cold fingers around the bars of her cage. Her laughter didn't stop until she had her naked flesh against the bars.

"Oh, but children make the best of appetizers...." Her teeth were pearl white, and were all flat now, save for the four huge canines, two of which rested against her lower lip. Her voice was soft, and honey sweet. "How could one from their group not wish to taste one?" Her body moved seductively against the bars, and though the collar around her neck buzzed in warning, Vivian let her seductive succubus powers slide from her form like wisps of smoke from a flame.

Fire coloured eyes locked on the speaking fur ball high on the wall. Her gaze locked with him and she quickly shifted her attention to him. "Aw, poor little fluff ball, held so up high, able to see all that goes on. Want to come keep this little 'Puppy-bus' company?" Her fangs glittered dangerously as she grinned at him, her body still moving rhythmically. The fur ball had been around the shop for awhile, and Vivian had heard the remarks and murmurs from the shoppe keepers. Annoying did have quite enough emotion behind it to describe the little thing. If Genevieve had the chance, she'd simply eat the creature and be done with his little rants. THough, if she looked at it honestly, it gave her something to threaten.