Slave
Name: Amelia Lenore Judas~ call me Milly, darling.
Age: the ripe age of seventeen.
Race: Neko.
Sex: ♀
Orientation: Pansexual.
Appearance I stand at an awkward height, which would be okay if I didn't look like a beanpole because of how skinny I am. Currently, I have pink hair, but don't get used to it because it changes quite often. I tend to dress in odd clothing, usually ranging anywhere between visual kei and old school punk, but don't be surprised if you see me walking around in a gothic lolita get up. I have deep blue eyes and the palest skin you will ever see. I also have piercings~ an industrial bellybutton ring, dermals on my collarbones, and my cat - like ears with more bars and hoops than i can count. I have a tattoo on my back and one on the pale of my wrist. Oh, and just a heads up, you'll probably have to give me surgery to remove my headphones.
--Height: 5'5.
--Weight: 12o pounds.
--Hair Color: Pink.
--Eye Color: Blue, I wear colored contacts a lot though.
Tags: Pink, brown and blue. God, such an ugly combination. But, whatever.
Jobs: Not applicable.
Bio: Alright. All you other slaves out there are probably going to hate me for this, buuuttt... I chose this life. I know, I know. "Milly~ What is wrong with you? You like being a slave?" True story. I don't really know how it all started. I guess when you live with parents like mine and did the things I had to do to survive, you sort of just get used to serving others. And, in all honesty, I love it.
I've been homeless since I was thirteen. Father was an abusive drunk and mother was too scared to do anything about it and yada-yada-yada. It was really hard growing up, and up until I left, I didn't really know what to do. But then Daddy dearest hurt my mother really bad and she had to be taken to the hospital. She told them when he was doing to her and me, and they came to take us away. I knew what happened when they did that. My friend lora was in pretty much the same situation. Mom wouldn't be able to take care of me, and I'd be sent to foster care. I've heard horror stories about that place.
So I ran. I lived in New York for several years. Well, not really lived, but more of survived. Sometimes things got really hard and I did what I had to just to eat that night. Other times, a full course meal was handed to me on a silver platter. I was constantly told I was too pretty to be a street kid. By Tanner, especially. He was my first Master. God, he was such a gentleman. Always offering me rides even if I only had to walk a block or two. Bringing me something to eat at, like, four in the morning. He always stood up for me. After a while, he asked me to move in with him. I quickly accepted without the slightest second thought.But Tanner had a huge problem. There were people on his back, and I never found out exactly why. But I came home one day, and found him lying in a pool of his own blood. Called 911, then ran as fast as I could. It was way too hard to see him like that.
Since then, I've been in quite a few places. Markets, clubs, whatever. I've had a few other Masters and Mistress', but nothing ever lasted long. It'd get boring and we'd stop talking. Or they'd hurt me and I'd run away. I really got tired of everything, so I walked myself here, where I happily sit in my cage and wait for my new Master. After all of this bullshit, though, I still don't know why I love being a slave so much.
Picture: ★
Age: the ripe age of seventeen.
Race: Neko.
Sex: ♀
Orientation: Pansexual.
Appearance I stand at an awkward height, which would be okay if I didn't look like a beanpole because of how skinny I am. Currently, I have pink hair, but don't get used to it because it changes quite often. I tend to dress in odd clothing, usually ranging anywhere between visual kei and old school punk, but don't be surprised if you see me walking around in a gothic lolita get up. I have deep blue eyes and the palest skin you will ever see. I also have piercings~ an industrial bellybutton ring, dermals on my collarbones, and my cat - like ears with more bars and hoops than i can count. I have a tattoo on my back and one on the pale of my wrist. Oh, and just a heads up, you'll probably have to give me surgery to remove my headphones.
--Height: 5'5.
--Weight: 12o pounds.
--Hair Color: Pink.
--Eye Color: Blue, I wear colored contacts a lot though.
Tags: Pink, brown and blue. God, such an ugly combination. But, whatever.
Jobs: Not applicable.
Bio: Alright. All you other slaves out there are probably going to hate me for this, buuuttt... I chose this life. I know, I know. "Milly~ What is wrong with you? You like being a slave?" True story. I don't really know how it all started. I guess when you live with parents like mine and did the things I had to do to survive, you sort of just get used to serving others. And, in all honesty, I love it.
I've been homeless since I was thirteen. Father was an abusive drunk and mother was too scared to do anything about it and yada-yada-yada. It was really hard growing up, and up until I left, I didn't really know what to do. But then Daddy dearest hurt my mother really bad and she had to be taken to the hospital. She told them when he was doing to her and me, and they came to take us away. I knew what happened when they did that. My friend lora was in pretty much the same situation. Mom wouldn't be able to take care of me, and I'd be sent to foster care. I've heard horror stories about that place.
So I ran. I lived in New York for several years. Well, not really lived, but more of survived. Sometimes things got really hard and I did what I had to just to eat that night. Other times, a full course meal was handed to me on a silver platter. I was constantly told I was too pretty to be a street kid. By Tanner, especially. He was my first Master. God, he was such a gentleman. Always offering me rides even if I only had to walk a block or two. Bringing me something to eat at, like, four in the morning. He always stood up for me. After a while, he asked me to move in with him. I quickly accepted without the slightest second thought.But Tanner had a huge problem. There were people on his back, and I never found out exactly why. But I came home one day, and found him lying in a pool of his own blood. Called 911, then ran as fast as I could. It was way too hard to see him like that.
Since then, I've been in quite a few places. Markets, clubs, whatever. I've had a few other Masters and Mistress', but nothing ever lasted long. It'd get boring and we'd stop talking. Or they'd hurt me and I'd run away. I really got tired of everything, so I walked myself here, where I happily sit in my cage and wait for my new Master. After all of this bullshit, though, I still don't know why I love being a slave so much.
Picture: ★
