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 Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:00 pm
..::Kookaburra Sits in the Old Gum Tree::.. It's a rough life, trying to survive under the heavy paw of the oppressive Pharaoh Hounds. Of course, there are those who are fortunate enough to be born with silver spoons in their maws. Unfortunately, this is not a tale of those lucky few, but of the ones struggling to survive in a dog-eat-dog world.
The work is hard, the atmosphere is hot, and the hours long, but those with strong paws and level heads might just make it to see their later years, but freedom will never be in their cards.
These are their stories...Merry, merry king of the bush is he...
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:01 pm
..::Index::..
Page One
- Introduction
- Index
- Master Roleplay Log
- Ottah
- Bomani
- Shemesgisa
- Abasi
- Ossie
- Haji
- Reserved
- Reserved
- Reserved
- Reserved
- Reserved
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:03 pm
..::Master Slave Roleplay Log::.. Current:
- Amongst the Dead [x] [Bomani/Eshe]
- Event Continuation [x] [Bomani/Haquikah]
- Watching the Fight [x] [Ottah/ORP]
- Wanting Out [x] [Abasi/Ari]
Finished:
- I'm Not a Thief! [x] [Abasi/Sudi] (( Rolled for Skill +3))
- Needing More Help [x] [Ottah/Kara] (( Rolled for Luck +10 ))
- Tournament: Rhino [x] (( Rolled for Strength +13 ))
- Finding What I Need [x] [Ottah/Flint] (( Rolled for Dominance +9 ))
- Beneath the Weeds [x] [Chione/Shemesgisa] (( Rolled for Tenacity +1 ))
- Oh No! Not a Master! [x] [Ottah/Akila] (( Rolled for Charisma +9 ))
- I'm Not Cut Out for Thisssss [x] [Anpu/Shemesgisa] (( Rolled for Dexterity +7 ))
- Your Sister Said You Were Useful [x] [Anpu/Shemesgisa] (( Rolled for Knowledge +8 ))
Stalled:
- Welcome Home! [x] [Shemes/Anpu/Kaz]
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Posted: Mon Jul 26, 2010 4:05 pm
..::Ottah::..  Name: Ottah
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Family: A well to do lot of nobles in Cairo, with which he has little contact.
Occupation: Doctor
Slaves: Akila, Flint
Stats:
Strength 13%
Agility 17%
Dominance 18%
Charisma 24%
Luck 24%
Power 30%
Stones:  2,300
Badges:
  
Perspnality: Since his change in character in his younger seasons, the middle aged hound has been regarded as wiser than beyond his years, or rather an old head on young shoulders. He still possesses some of his youthful ideals and rebellious inclinations, but these are now wrapped and buried beneath his stern, almost grouchy exterior. Despite seeming easily irritable, it is clear from his determination, skill, and amiable nature towards his patients that he truly is dedicated to his work and no matter how much he may grumble and complain, he is a passionate and thoughtful creature.
History: He was a slender creature, not one built for strength, but for speed. His gait, his posture, all of it sent out red flags to his pedigree. While he was one of noble birth, however, he hardly remained in contact with his siblings or his parental units. He was what they considered an oddball, even after he began to accept life for what it was and cleaned up his act. Oh, that time had come and gone so long ago, yet often his own history was fresh on his mind and, as he padded gracefully along the banks, his mind wandered back towards his carefree youth.
He had been a scalawag back then, a ruffian with a penchant for going against the grain. He had a desire to break the mold, one that caused his aristocratic parents to scorn him and deny him an audience with the public. While they struggled to form him to his complacent, likeminded siblings, sending him to the same lessons they attended, disciplining him strictly, and generally doing anything within their power, he never did seem to change. He was much to soft in the head, favoring the company of the felines that were owned by his parents. They noted this and, after some debate, came to a decision.
Ottah, their headstrong and carefree son, would be the one to carry out the discipline of their slaves from that day forward.
It had the effect on him that they desired.
He began to change, though not completely for the better. He became cold, quiet, distant. What they thought would do him good seemed to have mixed results. Not to say that he was a complete embarrassment, no, now he focused on his studies and aimed hard to please. Whether or not it was for his own benefit, or to keep himself under the radar, that was up for debate. His focus was on medicine, though much of it was herbal based and experimental. He showed to have quite the talent once he began to apply himself.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:10 pm
..::Bomani::..  Name: Bomani
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Family: Deceased.
Occupation: Funeral Director
Slaves: Eshe, Kato
Stats:
Strength 6%
Agility 17%
Dominance 13%
Charisma 10%
Luck 6%
Power 50%
Stones: 14,800
Badges:
Perspnality: "Different" could easily sum him up in one word. He's a lonely, oddly obsessed hound that spends most of his time with the dead or his strangely assembled collection of slaves that also have eye related issues. Since his hunting accident, he's seen himself in a distorted light and his behavior since has slowly changed. He's obsessed with eyes, and most organs as well, and a queer fascination with blood. He also misses the companionship of other hounds, but has since realized that he isn't quite sure how to interact with them, bar the usual business transactions (which aren't exactly normal, either.) Though he can appear and is rather frightening at times, he can either be rather forgiving or a bit harsh with his own slaves, all depending on how he feels towards himself, because has since come to see them as an extension of himself.
History: Bomani hadn't really anticipated taking the task of Funeral Director when he was but a young hound. He was a young, proud, well off, handsome fellow who revelled in the glory that hunting and fighting brought. He frequently travelled, often taking time to visit the Arena, but his goal was to hunt a lion, which often wandered in the deserts and near the Nile. It would be a sure sign of his bravery, only his hunt didn't go as expected. He lost his eye in that hunt, and several of his prized slaves. He had killed his intended target, but at a cost.
He was marred.
Not only was he visually impaired, he had come face to face with death. It both terrified and fascinated him to the point that it became somewhat of an obsession. Dreams of running his own, successful hunting lodge were put on hold as he tried to come to terms with his less than perfect vision and haunting dreams of pain and blood. And the bodies. Oh, yes, the bodies had been interesting. He didn't see them long, the dead slaves, but he had seen them. He had seen innards becoming out-tards and blood in the sand. For some reason he wished to see those things again, but he couldn't quite place a claw on the reason why.
He went to the Black Market with this goal in mind. Only he didn't quite get what he came for. He found a cat that reminded him too greatly of himself. One-eyed and incomplete. He had to take it, so he shelled out the cost and brought it back to his rather well-to-do home. It was then that the idea of working with the dead came to him. It was a much more legal, profitable idea, and he would be able to see what he wanted to see, to understand what he needed to understand about the body's frailness and the organs within.
Besides, who wanted to work with the dead? He probably wouldn't have that much competition.
He became somewhat of a shut in, sticking to his home in an effort to "hide" his disfigured self from others. Really, he wasn't that hard on the eyes, but he was convinced that his scars were hideous and that his insides were even worse. He was certain others would see him for what he was, morbid. As time went on, he slowly replaced his slaves with a fresh set of visually impaired cats that, in a way, reminded him of himself. What happened to his old slaves, well, that's a bit up for debate. He found that he was somewhat lonely in his occupation, though he had all the dead bodies he could possibly want, either in his shed or in his garden, and a slew of cats. He found that he craved more contact than the odd, distraught customer coming to him for his services, thus he decided to have somewhat of a "get together."
But, he considered himself "too frightening" and almost made it a point of scaring the others who responded to his invitation, because, truth be told, he couldn't remember how to do otherwise. He couldn't remember how one was supposed to act to the presence of other hounds, save for the feigned sympathy he expressed towards his customers and vic--er, patients.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:11 pm
..::Shemesgisa::..  Name: Shemesgisa
Age: Young Adult
Gender: Female
Family: Karuzir (Sister)
Occupation: Slave; Groundskeeper
Master: Anpu
Stats:
Strength 21%
Skill 10%
Knowledge 9%
Dexterity 8%
Agility 12%
Tenacity 15%
Badges:
Perspnality: A young and ever cheery girl of the feline persuasion, it's often hard to completely dampen her spirits. She's usually ever optimistic and tends to look on the bright side of life, regardless of what crap life tends to throw back in her face. Though she isn't quite the smartest or the most graceful kitty, she has spirit and tenacity on her side, tackling her tasks eagerly enough to win the favor of her whoever her current master might be. She is well aware of the fact that hard work and happy smiles tend to make the life of a servant at least a little bit easier, though she fears losing her last touch with her family, her sister Karuzir. She will continue to keep her chin up as high as she can and refuses to let harsh words completely dampen her spirits, letting insults roll off her like the water off the back of a duck. Hopefully she'll make it under the harsh conditions that often face those who are slaves to hounds in general.
History: She and her sister, Karuzir, were born on a small farm in Caspia. Life there wasn't as bad as a slave could possibly face, as their master actually did have a soft spot for the two that were raised on his property. Though she meant well, Shemesgisa had a hard time following everything taught and could be considerably and unintentionally clumsy, fumbling with smaller tasks. Because of this, she often found herself doing labor outside, in the master's garden, where she quickly caught on and mastered the techniques taught to her. She had a natural green thumb and her talents were valued, until the farm fell on hard times. She and her sister were sold to pay off debts and she found herself in a cage for the first time in her life, alone and terrified, worried about her only sibling.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:12 pm
..::Abasi::..  Name: Abasi
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Family: ---
Occupation: Slave; House Servant (Chef)
Master: Ari
Stats:
Strength 5%
Skill 13%
Knowledge 15%
Dexterity 6%
Agility 4%
Tenacity 14%
Badges:
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Personality: Generally calm and quiet, Abasi is a sharp and subservient feline who is, more or less, accepting of his place in society. He knows that if he works hard, he has a better chance of earning a better life for himself, even if the chance is extremely slim. He is a sucker for fine food and drink, even though his status means such things are hardly ever rarely available. Instead, he works harder to produce his own tasty delicacies when the master allows him to work in the kitchen. He is a fairly amiable and helpful fellow, regardless of the status of who he is meeting, and is careful to remember his place, though sometimes he forgets himself. Especially if someone is in his kitchen, who isn't supposed to be. He's gotten a bit used to being "top cook" if you get what I mean. He certainly won't smart off to Ari, but if an unfortunate cat steps on his toes, he might get a bit snappish.
History: The earlier years of his life were a blur. He hardly remembers his mother and he never met his father, but he is generally unconcerned, taking what life threw at him in strides. He did well in school and is quick to pick up on new concepts. If any ever gave him the time of day, he could possibly pick up reading and writing, but he doubts the opportunity would come to him, as he had heard on more than one occasion that a knowledgeable slave was a dangerous slave.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:13 pm
..::Ossie::..  Name: Ossie
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Family: ---
Occupation: Slave; Breeder
Master: Anubii
Stats:
Strength 14%
Skill 14%
Knowledge 4%
Dexterity 5%
Agility 6%
Tenacity 14%
Badges:
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Personality: She can be a bit stubborn and headstrong, as well as overeager and overactive, when she's in the right frame of mind, but you can never say that she doesn't pull her weight or is lacking in enthusiasm. Ossie works long and hard, eager for praise and the satisfaction of a job well done. This conflicts a bit with her hardheadedness and wish to march to the beat of her own drum, but in the end, there really is no loyaler feline if you treat her right. She hates the fact that she is being used as a breeder. Yes, she's pretty, but she'd rather be doing something, well, useful. She'll do anything to wheedle Anubii into letting her out of the pens to cook, clean, or run errands. Anything's better than sitting around, primping and preening.
History: She was born into a business that particularly bred for beauty. Though her pelt is a medley of lovely whites and grays, she's quite the tomboyish sort and doesn't shy away from getting her paws dirty. She's not the smartest cat, but it's no fault of her own, really. She learned how to be a slave, just as all cats were taught at a young age, but no one bothered to instruct her further than that. She's not dumb by any means and possesses the ability to learn fairly well, it's just that none have ever taken the time to teach her. She makes up for it with brawn and enthusiasm, as she does enjoy a good challenge of the physical variety. She didn't spend much time in the Black Market at all, with her pelt, and was quickly bought up by Anubii.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:28 pm
..::Haji::..  Name: Haji
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Family: ---
Occupation: Slave; House Servant
Master: Tihrak
Stats:
Strength 1%
Skill 15%
Knowledge 10%
Dexterity 6%
Agility 9%
Tenacity 14%
Badges:
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Personality: ---
History: Young Haji was given a rather masculine name, not that she cares too terribly much. Just as her name states, she was born during a pilgrimage, albeit not one her parents were on. The masters of the home were off and her first few weeks were spent on the estate with her birth mother and the other house slaves that they shared masters with. Back then, she had been a bumbling, clumsy, curious kitten. Not much had changed since then, either, save for the changing of households. She hadn't found a steady one, though not every situation was a fault of her own. One was too old and passed away, another lost it all in gambling, and still another sold her for spirits of the alcoholic variety. She's currently found herself sitting in the Black Market, awaiting yet another owner. Hopefully this one will last.
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Posted: Fri Jul 30, 2010 11:50 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:07 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:11 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:17 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 31, 2010 12:31 am
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 11:46 am
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