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 Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 1:38 pm
Name: OratheonAge: NineteenHeight: 5'7"Weight: Fluctuating between 140 and 155 pounds.Sexuality: Heterosexual (Straight)Race: ElfBio: Oratheon is often mistaken for a boy because of her brawny features, body strength, and masculine name. She never cared to correct people and jusy went along with it, the opinions of others never bothered her.
When she was fifteen years old, a vicious group of people raided her village. Her parents had passed by that time, and she was left to take care of four younger siblings. She hid them in a closet and grabbed a club, intent on defending the house. When a group of four, three men and a woman, broke in, she fought until she was beaten to the ground and restrained. The woman found her hidden family, dragging them out and holding daggers to them. After pleading and negotiating, Oratheon agreed to go with them if her siblings were left alone.
That day she was taken out of the village, leaving behind her life to enter the slave trade.
At first she was sent to work in the mines, once again being mistaken as male. For about a year she spend the entire day working in a dark dusty pit, sometimes into the late hours of the night.
Eventually, her feminine identity was revealed, and was traded to an old man living in the West. He used her body as a bribe to have people join him in some twisted plot. Nothing less she expected from a slave owner, but her body type and resistance made her unappealing to men.
She is now back on the market.Personality: Headstrong, disobediant, and likes things to go her own way. Being a slave, she has gradually lost that trait.
Is easily attatched to people younger than her.Picture:  - - - - - A dark cage on the outskirts of the market. Be careful, she bites~ Status: For sale.
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Posted: Wed Feb 09, 2011 1:50 pm
Oratheon sat in the corner of the corral, curled into a tight ball. Her guess was that if you can't see it, don't buy it, so she retreated to the cover of the shadows.
The cage was musky, she watched with slit eyes as a dusty cart rolled by carrying another load of chained souls.
With a long dirty fingernail, she drew in the dirt. Beside her, a joyful family of four little boys and girls played in a happier place.
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Posted: Fri Feb 11, 2011 5:23 pm
Some dust made her cough and sneeze.
"Ya betta not be sick," said the guard. He was a tall and thin like a weed. His eyes were beady with a few missing teeth, unkept with black gaps. Laughing, a high and winded noise, an ugly toothy grin spread across his face. "Won't be of any use anymore. Might just have tah take you to the slaughtah house, girly."
Though he was sloched over by bad posture and a bulky chestplate, she could still see his face. His eyes were black.
The words made her mad. Oratheon thrust herself out of the corner and stampeded like an animal to the bars of the cage. The filthy bars were jolted by the impact of her body being thrown against them, quickly being crushed by her grip. She fiercely shook the metal, sometimes using her head to bang the bars. The elf bared yellowing teeth at the man. "Shut up," she hissed.
He laughed again. "What?" he asked, taunting her. "Me?? Are you orderin' me 'round?" Kicking the bars, he smirked, once again showing his ghastly smile. "Know ya place, ya piece of s**t."
Oratheon picked up a small stone on the dirt floor and threw it at the man's head, pleased by the hard smack, followed by a hollow repercussion.
His lips curled back in a sneer, grabbing her by the collar and lifting Oratheon up to her knees. "Why you..."
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