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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 5:47 pm

Welcome to the journal of Opec and Shiloh. As is true of most journals, this one is private and should only be written in by Opec, Shiloh, and their designated friends.

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Interplanetary Criminal's Name: Opec
Crime: Murdering his Master

Date of Sentencing: 7/18/08
Guardian: Shiloh Weston (Rabid Ice Weasel)
Stage: Teenager
Gender: Male
Eye Color: Gray with pink around his pupils
Hair Color: White
Skin Color: Gray
Other Distinguishing Features: Cat-like ears, a long fluffy tail, pointed fangs

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:17 pm

o1. Official shop post
o2. Table of contents
o3. Rules
o4. The criminal
o5. The planet
o6. Opec's story
o7. Opec
o8. Shiloh
o9. Family
1o. Friends and enemies
11. Belongings
12. Photo album
13. Credits

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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:19 pm

Rules

- Do not post in this journal without permission, unless dropping off a gift or invitation of some kind.
- All posts in this journal should be in-character. This is a journal, not a social thread.
- Do not ask for Opec. You will not get him.
- If you have any questions, PM me. I'm nice. Honestly.
- Rules will be added as needed.

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:26 pm

Full name: Opec
Age: 7-8
Physical Age: Adult
Gender: Female/Male
Personality: Opec is naive and optimistic and always happy. He is quick to love and even quicker to trust.

Physical description: Approximately 6-foot-8 with white skin and no hair. His eyes are pink and his ears are pointed. He has many piercings and a long purple tongue, and is very thin.

Status: Slave
Crime: Murder

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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:39 pm

-Pondoya is a barren planet. It has no water and bears only plants -sustained by dry dirt. Homes are made of earth and the dried stalks of -plants, and everything is coated in a fine blanket of powdery sand.

-The atmosphere of Pondoya is extremely bland. It has oxygen and -only oxygen, therefore denying the planet any sort of weather. Its lack -of moons and 2 suns keep the seasons at a constant summer.

-The classes on Pondoya are very well-set. There are the normal -people, mostly poor but generally happy. They make up a good 99%
-of the population. The other 1% is made up of slave owners and their -slaves. Slaves can be used for anything at all, and their jobs can be -identified by the color of the robes they wear. Slaves are beaten and -abused into believing they are highly prized when, in fact, they are
-only prized as highly as the money they are worth.

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:40 pm

Tuusi and Jas sat in a brilliantly decorated office among hanging tapestries and hand-carved wooden furniture. It was a far richer room than they had ever known, and they may have enjoyed the experience more if the circumstances were not so dispiriting. In Tuusi's dusty-grey arms lay a newborn infant, brilliantly pale and without a single strange of the usual black Viishani head hair. This child, wriggling its back-tendrils and sucking its thumb, had no idea of its worth in the slave trade.

The inspector plucked the child from its Birth-Parent and squeezed it arm, its cheeks, its tiny feet. The infant squalled and reached out for its parents, tears streaming down its chubby cheeks. Tuusi buried his face in Jas' shoulder. Jas simply closed his eyes.

"Here," the inspector said as he handed forth a silken bag, laden with what was certainly so many shining gems. This was the worth of a child on Pondoya.

Jas accepted the bag, heart heavy, and helped his Life-Mate to his feet, leading the bawling Viishnu from the room. They could buy their meals now. They could feed their six other, very average children. They would have to forget this one precious child, left with an inspector of the slave market.

The child had been given no name at birth and so, in true slave tradition, the inspector checked his records of the received nameless and crowned this new valuable infant "Opec", the Viishani number 9.

He tossed Opec into a large cart with dozens of other babies, all of varying value. A runner would be by later to bring them to the main house.

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"Another year!" Frea grinned, wielding the traditional golden needle for the annual piecing day. As of now, Opec was the only slave in the Great House who had not been touched by the Master; that had never seen the inside of the Master's room. To that end, he was the only one still being pierced.

Opec smiled, tongue stuck out as another slave, Kav, held the tip to keep him still. Frea brought the needle down swiftly and pierced flesh, a second hole in the tongue, soon filled with a golden bar and running blood. Tears of pains stood out in Opec's eyes, but he was glad to have this honor.

With a little pat on the rump, Frea sent the young slave back to the job that had been interrupted. Opec was small still and so stood upon a stool to reach the sink. Small white hands, entirely lost in the bleached suds, scrubbed, rinsed, and dried the Master's family's breakfast dishes. A hand was on Opec's shoulder then and he turned, eyes wide. There stood Bett, one of the older slaves and one with only a single piercing. Master had taken him in his second year.

"Leave your post," Bett smiled to the child, "Master wishes to see you in his chamber."

An expression of childlike joy spread over Opec's face and he leaped from his stool to begin down the hall. As honored as he was with his many piercings, his many years of purity, it was a special time when Master would decide to take you, whatever that meant, and raise you to the highest level of slave, the violet robe.

Upon reaching Master's chamber door, Opec knelt and bowed his head, pulling the small string that rang bells within the chamber, alerting Maser to his presence. Within minutes, the doors swung wide and and enormous, strong grey hand lifted Opec's chin and pulled him up to stand. The child smiled softly into the kind round face of the Master.

"Hello, Opec," the Master smiled back, his bulbous cheeks and hanging chins stretched out in the bizarre display of teeth, "Come in."

At being led into the chamber, Opec's eyes went wide. The Master's chamber was beautiful with walls painted red and gold and a canopied four-poster bed...but that was not all! Silver trays and bowls stood on tables surrounding the bed, laden with beautiful arrangements of rich, sweet-smelling food. This is where Opec's hungry, emaciated eyes stayed, even as the two beautiful violet-robed slaves by the door undressed him...even still as they helped him out of his plain yellow robe into a silken purple one.

"It is for you," Master said, gesturing to the food as the violet-robes resumed their sentry-like positions on either side of the heavy wooden door. They smiled and watched as Opec rushed to his food, stuffing himself with pastes and chips, fruits and sweets. Bent over a particularly good tray of pastries, Opec suddenly felt his robe lifted from behind, exposing his rump. He would never forget the pain that followed, nor the blood and tears or his own panicked shrieks. Even still, he smiled at the soft-faced velvet-robes as they pinned his arms down to Master's bed. He was being taken by the Master, violently and painfully, but now he was revered.

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This had been a whole new pain, cramps and convulsions and flesh tearing, all to bring a child into this world. The slaves had held Opec's thin hands, giving soft advice and comforting words as he perspired and strained. The cord that connected Birth-Parent and child had not even yet been severed when Master arrived and hefted the child up. Opec beamed with pride and love at this child, missing a back-tendril yet still beautiful and perfect in the Birth-Parent's eyes. Imagine the pain, then, as cord and womb were violently separated, and a dagger drawn to sever the head this precious infant could not yet even support. Another violet-robe carried away the broken body, still warm in a golden dish, and the other followed, leaving Opec to himself. It was no loss, they said, only an imperfect baby, worth nothing on the market or in the eyes of the Master.

Opec lamented violently in the birth chamber for weeks, screaming and tearing at the walls as he cried. He would not eat and grew impossibly thinner as time wore on.

Then came silence.

Opec stared through any who dared speak to him and, when allowed out of the chamber, he drifted like a wraith through the long halls.

He dipped his hands in ash then, covered his body in grey. He took a yellow robe from the closet and donned it, throwing his violet one violently to the floor. He helped the other yellow-robes prepare the Master's mid-meal, the one he enjoyed alone to stay his plump figure. Opec carried the dish and placed it before Master, sprinkling it with some herbs that were tainted with the grease of a poisonous plant. Master only managed a few bites and, as he died choking, he wiped the ash from Opec's emotionless face.

With no Master, there was no way to punish the terrible slave that had dared to murder. There was no one to sign the papers of execution; no one to consent to have the slave locked in a cell or buried still living. This is why they chose to send him away.

They gave him the features of an animal, for he was that low, and long, unattractive white hair. His skin was to be grey, unfavorable, and his eyes of a bizarre hue. For those who knew the slaves, this horrible unattractiveness was the worst punishment, but Opec, as he slid through space and time, only knew calm and silence and the odd sensation of a new beginning arising.

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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:40 pm

Full name: Opec Weston
Nicknames: Pekky, Honey, Sweetheart
Stage: Infant
Hair: White, straight
Eyes: Grey & pink
Skin: Grey

Sexuality: ???
Relationship Status: ???

Likes: Affection, second chances, sweet foods, rich foods, nature, playing
Dislikes: Raised voices, being hit

Other: Opec has maintained his Pondoyan anatomy from his criminal days; he is able to create and birth babies. Food he eats is absorbed into the blood stream, and waste is turned into venom leading to his canine fangs.

Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:42 pm

Full name: Shiloh James Weston
Nicknames: Shi, SJ
Goes by: Shiloh
Age: 34
Physical Age: 23
Gender: Male
Personality: Shiloh is extremely easy-going. He is kind and obliging to everyone, and it is extremely difficult to ruffle his feathers.

Physical description: Approximately five-foot-eleven with an average, slightly pudgy build. He is tanned from work out in the fields and has freckles all over his face, shoulders, and belly. His eyes are large and dark, dark brown, while his hair is soft and wavy, like angora, and white. You can't miss his cream-colored ram horns!

Sexuality: Homosexual
Relationship Status: ...dating?
Occupation: Organic Foods Farmer

Likes: Nature, Cool Breezes, Fresh Food, Companionship, Friends
Dislikes: Fast food, Ignorance, Naivety, Big Cities

Quote: "Come on in!"

Other: Shiloh has a very, very faint whisper of a Southern accent still lacing his words.

Past: Shiloh was born a very normal Human in a very normal household; on the land he owns now, in fact. When he was only 6 years old, one of the farm's lambs bit him. Only God knows why what happened happened, but Shiloh was transformed into a lamb himself. His family, thinking him dead, moved away. For the next 12 years, Shiloh watched all kinds of people move in and out of his home until, finally, when he was 18 years of age, he was able to will himself to become humanoid. He bought back his family house, began to re-work the lamb, and tried to forget that he can still occasionally become an over-sized ram.

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Posted: Wed Apr 30, 2008 6:43 pm

Name: Old Blue
Type: Canine ???
Age: ???
About: Blue is a loyal dog that stood beside Shiloh through his entire life. In general, he acts like a very normal dog, but he can speak. Perhaps it has something to do with that horn on his head...

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Name: Rusty
Type: Bay Mare
Age: 1-2 Years
About: Rusty is an all-around average horse and Shiloh's near-constant companion. She is very well-mannered and friendly, and very rarely spooks. The only unusual thing about her is her odd green eyes.

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