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 Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:13 am
.:Annchen's Journal:.
Note that this journal might contain information about my character(s) that I'd prefer if you didn't use IC. Everything I write is not common knowledge, and your hound/kitty can probably not read minds so... If you'd like your character to know use some of their dirty secrets you're welcome to PM me first so we can figure out a juicy plot!
Hounds- Haqikah - Omari Slaves- Neser
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:23 am
 ✗ [Haqikah];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
Name: Haqikah
Meaning: Honest, truthful
Age: Adult
Gender: Female
Family: Disowned by her parents
House: [X]
Slaves: Akil, Nuri
Stats:
Strength 18 %
Agility 11%
Dominance 24% (Originally 14%)
Charisma 26% (Originally 18%)
Luck 26% (Originally 20%)
Power 50%
Badges:
 
Personality: Haqikah spends a lot of time thinking about how others perceive her, and what other hounds might think. She is certainly not the wealthiest hound around, but she is determined to hide this fact and tries to make sure she is seen as a lady of some importance. She'd rather be dead than poor, and she desperately tries to keep appearances up, even if it means spending a too many stones on unnecessary things.
She lies about little things, and takes pride in getting away with it. If she is called out she will do everything in her power to deny or smooth it over. Haqikah is honest, not a liar, and she might quite possibly cause a scene defending her honour.
Haquikah can be cruel or kind to her slaves, depending on what serves her own interests best, but she ultimately sees them as tools to be used. She will not hesitate to frame a slave for her own faults, and in the past she’s had more than a few slaves that were sold or killed to hide embarrassing things about herself.
History: Haqikah lovingly cultivates the story that she's just a misfortunate young lady of noble birth who has hit some rough times. She hints that she has moved to Babylon to get back on her feet but is very tight lipped about the nature of her "rough times". Some might have heard her parents fell ill and left her with very little when they died. Some have heard about something unfortunate that happened to her mate.
Real history: Her parents disowned her after she eloped with an older hound, but that incident was really just the straw that broke the camel's back. She would probably have gotten away with it if she hadn't wrapped everything up in lies and pretty much burned all the bridges when she knew she wouldn't have to depend on them anymore. Even before that incident they didn't feel she was a good daughter and she could never quite live up to their standards.
Note: No one knows about this part unless Haqikah or her parents tell them. And both are highly unlikely to spill the beans... They are the ones who taught her to never let go of the well bred facade after all...
Both Haqikah and her parents have put the past behind them. As far as the parents are concerned they have no daughter and never speak of her. Haqikah doesn't talk much about her parents and never badmouths them, but when she do she talk about them in the past tense. From the way she talks about them it's very easy to get the impression that they're dead even if she doesn't say it outright.
Part two: Her former mate is another beast entirely, and she can't as easily pass him off as dead...
When they eloped and left Cairo to go live in the "big city" Haqikah had expected a impressive house in Babylon. Unfortunately Omari's business was better suited in Zanzibar, and while the house was nice Haqikah never felt quite at home in that city. This always put a damper on their relationship. Still, there were appearances to think of, and she fell into the role as pampered housewife. Omari took care of his slave-fighting business and she looked pretty and did as little as possible out in the city. There were plenty of slaves to order around after all. Due to this she might not even be recognised by most of the inhabitants of Zanzibar, unless they were close friends with Omari.
When things went really sour and her no-good mate started to turn his eyes to other tails she found herself utterly humiliated and without a home. Her pride was hurt and she left Zanzibar for Babylon soon after that. She is still plotting her revenge against Omari.OOC stuff:Mogami Annchen I'd also like to ask what level of Godmoding you're ok with in the slave-master relationship. I'm thinking Haqikah will like to have a slave following her at all times if she's out and about and if you're okay with it I'll just godmod that Akil is following her around being a good boy when I play with others. And I see no problem with Akil meeting people in Babylon on his own if you'd like him to. You can just come up with some task, or pretend that Haqikah is around but has told him to wait outside when she visits a friend or enters a shop that doesn't allow slaves. For visits in other cities we could plot something out if there's someone you'd like to RP with. Same with visits to shops since I believe some of them need RPed permission. I'm in the process of writing the start of a RP where she buys him if you'd like to play that out. Awesome. As for godmoding, have fun with it. He'll be very quiet and polite (he was raised by a hound of high standing) because he doesn't want to reflect poorly on his master but you can also make him do some youthful mistakes (like showing too much interest in another slave or getting too caught up in a scent). And definitely yes to rp!! <3 <3 <3 Hitsuzen Annchen As a RPer I want to be a nice "master" and I want us both to have fun, so let me know if I can help you with plots and such things. If you want to RP in Babylon you can just pretend Haqikah sent your slave to do an errand, or had your slave wait outside a shop or house, and if you'd like to meet someone in another city we can plot out an excuse. If it's okay with you I will godmod your kitty a little bit. For example, she will usually bring at least one slave with her at all times so when RPing with someone else I'll just pretend that the slave in question follow her quietly/carry her stuff/etc. So nothing more than that, and only if you're okay with it. Awesome! ^^ I still need to find a name for the darling, but the kitty will be female for certain. As for everything you have mentioned, everything sounds fine by me! If you want to set up an RP, just let me know in thread or PM me as you have. =D
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Posted: Tue Sep 07, 2010 12:26 am
✗ [RP timeline];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
[X] Complete list located in her house.
✗ [Plots wanted];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
- Dragging Omari in the dirt some more. Possibly get called out doing it?
- Love interest or just someone to "use" in order to get more stones and status.
- Rich people to envy/suck up to.
- Poor people to look down on.
- One more badge so she can open a business. Not sure what she needs yet :/
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 12:33 pm
Sands of War [ [ : HOUND ROLEPLAY CONTEST : ] ] ✗ [The Prompt];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
You used to have it all! Brains, beauty, and a wealth of slaves and stones at your beckoning. However lately....things haven't been going so great. While you still have your beauty, and your brains haven't gone anywhere - your wealth? Eh....not so much. Unfortunately for you, you had those things when you were living with your mate, who is now living with someone else. Before your mate, you were living off of your parents, who disowned you once you started things with the oaf. Fantastic!
It seems you can't get a leg up because you have relied on the assistance of everyone else other then yourself your whole life. Things might be looking up though...
As you are window shopping in Babylon, a hound in front of you seems to have dropped his stone bag. As it drops quartz, coppers, and even a few rubies drop out! This guy is rich! Your first instinct is to tell him he's dropped his money, but...a smaller, crueler voice rises up inside of you. This could solve ALL your problems.
What will you do? Take the money and run? Or do the right thing?
Prompt response Her parents had named her Haqikah, hoping that she’d grow up to be a hard working and honest hound. Their teachings in how to behave as a proper lady had been forced down her throat from an early age, but despite their best efforts the truthfulness her name implied was obviously lacking. Punishing her for lies and half truths had only served to teach her to lie better and not get caught. In the end, Haquikah had learned how to act and carry herself in order to gain the most with a minimum of fuss. She had also distanced herself from her parents, since they proved an annoying skill in spotting many of her lies and spoiling her fun.
However, her luck seemed to have run dry lately. Getting a rich mate at a fairly young age had seemed like a good plan at the time, but youth had clouded her judgement and she had unfortunately made a poor choice. Omari was a beautiful hound and back then she had fashioned that she loved him. His love for her faded after only a few years, if he had loved her at all, and then he realised he could get someone younger than and just as pretty as her. As much as it pained her to admit it, it might have been better to settle for a less good looking fellow.
Her solemn thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a golden opportunity, as she saw the assortment of stones cascade to the ground. My, that hound was absentminded. The dust on the ground muffled the sound of precious stones falling, but shouldn’t he feel his burden get lighter after dropping a full purse? He deserved to lose some of his riches after such a mistake. Grabbing as much as she could was a tempting prospect, but despite the fact that few others were around she was hesitant. Being found out as a thief would be disastrous to her reputation, and could ruin the prospect of a good life in this city completely for her.
A decision began to take shape, and in the end it didn’t take long for her to think up the skeleton of a plan and put it to action. She hurried to the spilled riches, accidentally on purpose scattering some of them further as she skidded to a halt.
“Stop! Thief!” she shrieked, “Oh, no. He is getting away!”
She was working herself into a right state, and by the time the careless hound had turned back she was the perfect picture of a damsel in distress, with ears folded back and tail held low. As he turned he obviously noticed that he had dropped his bag, but he looked confused and was far more focused on her than on his bag. Just the way she wanted it.
“Are you all right,” he asked, and while she kept up the act she was thrilled to learn that this hound seemed to be gentleman enough to worry about a lady first and stones second. “What happened?”
“He tried to take it,” she cried shrilly, “Oh, what a horrible cat. Did you feel him pull the bag from you? It must have been horrible!”
She sat down as if she was feeling faint, and made an effort to hyperventilate for further effect. It seemed to be working and the stranger’s attention was now fully focused on her face. Not on the ground.
“I didn’t notice a thing until you called, Madam,” he said, “A slave you say?”
“Is everything accounted for,” she asked frantically instead of answering right away. “I don’t know if he dropped it by accident or if I scared him away. Oh, what if he had attacked instead of run?”
In fact, she knew everything wasn’t accounted for. The long and lush fur on her curved tail hid more than a couple of coppers, and a piece of quartz was chafing uncomfortably against her bottom. No need to get greedier than that at the moment. A few hounds passing by were giving them funny looks and she decided that a bit less drama was called for from now on. No need to attract a crowd, one that could contain other greedy paws prepared to take advantage of the situation.
“I’m... I’m not sure, Madam,” the other hound said, only now starting to gather the stones he had dropped, putting them back in the bag. She noticed him counting the rubies carefully, and she was glad she hadn’t touched those. The coppers and pebbles were just haphazardly swept up as he found them and she felt pretty confident that he wouldn’t miss the few under her tail.
“Pardon me for not helping,” she said and batted her eyelashes at him, as he started to drop pieces of quartz back in his bag. She hoped that if she just kept talking long enough he might not count as carefully, “This all just gave me a terrible scare and I don’t quite trust my paws at the moment.”
She held a front paw out to demonstrate how much it shook, and was pleased to notice that the hound was now watching her and not his quartz pieces.
“It’s all right,” he said, smiling at her, “You’ve helped plenty by scaring that slave from getting all my stones. Would you recognise him if you saw him again?”
When he looked back at the small pile of quartz he looked confused for a moment, as if he had lost count, but instead of starting over he just shrugged and swept them all into the bag. Haqikah was very pleased with the turn of events and allowed herself to perk up a little bit after her 'ordeal'.
“I don’t know,” she said thoughtfully, deciding that it would be fishy to leave no description at all, “He had mean eyes and I think he was brown or tan. Or he could have been very dirty. It was probably a male slave, but some of the females are bulkier so I’m not sure. It all happened so quickly. Oh, I hope he didn’t get my purse in the confusion.”
There, that description matched half the cats in Babylon. She much preferred simple lies, and the thought that some random slave might get in trouble down the line didn’t bother her much. Besides, the risk for that would have been higher if she had given a more detailed description. While he tied his bag again she made a show of checking that her purse was still tied to her side. It was, and as she pretended to tip out some of its contents to check that it was all there she managed to slip in her ill gotten gains. “I don’t think anything of mine is missing,” she said, carefully concealing the embarrassing fact that there was more worthless trinkets than stones in her bag, and that it was heavier when she was done checking it, “I’m sorry I can’t remember more, it was all so very... shocking.”
“Don’t worry about it, Madam,” the hound said, “And I’m sorry for not introducing myself properly earlier. I guess I got a bit of a scare too. I’m Shakir, at your service. I really feel I should give you something for you trouble.”
He started to grope for his money bag again, but she reached out and put her paw on his. She did not want him to dwell on how much stones he had left, and whether or not the slave had stolen anything. Let him worry about that when he got home, if he cared to count then.
“Oh, I couldn’t take your stones Shakir,” she said, lowering her head in an almost shy manner, “I’m just glad that you got it back. And please do call me Haqikah.”
The last thing she wanted was to be remembered as a greedy hound. No, he would remember a helpful lady who refused to take any of his stones. Perhaps later she could coax him to give up more of them since a fool and his stones are soon parted… But in order to do so she wanted them to part as friends.
“Haqikah,” he repeated and smiled, “It’s a pleasure. Perhaps you would allow me to invite you to dinner some day. If that would be an acceptable compensation.”
“Oh, I don’t need any compensation for this,” she said and looked up at him coyly , “But I would love to dine with you, if your mate won’t mind my company for dinner.”
So, she was flirting a little, not really intending it to get serious. Shakir was neither ugly nor particularly handsome, but she figured it wouldn’t hurt to cultivate this new acquaintance as best she could. Even if he had a mate it would do her good to know some well off hounds, and most males she knew liked being flattered and flirted with. A friend like him could help her get back on her feet and be a valuable connection later, when she regained her rightful place among the richer and more influential hounds in Babylon.
“I don’t have a mate,” Shakir said, and it was his turn to look embarrassed, “But my slaves are very good at cooking.”
Haqikah smiled warmly at him, feeling like a queen with her new pieces of coppers and quartz safely tucked in her purse. Yes, things were looking brighter already. Feeling generous, she decided to use some of it to buy Shakir a nice gift. To him she would just be a nice lady that didn't lack stones, and if she would have the misfortune to get robbed or needed help later on... He would surely assist her.
“That’s shocking,” she said, “A nice gentleman like you unattached? I would be honoured to share dinner with you. Tomorrow?” She was confident that this would be the start of a very lucrative relationship. For her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 26, 2010 2:32 pm
✗ [Neser];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
Hyde: "Pretty kitty wit an interestin' pattern'"
Name: Neser
Meaning: Burn
Age: Young adult, just out of "school"
Gender: Male
Family: He had a mother and siblings, and at some point a father must have been involved, but Neser hasn't seen them in a good while. He doesn't know if they're alive or dead.
Master: Ottah of the seaside clinic in Giza
Current occupation: House Servant
Strength 13%
Skill 3%
Knowledge 10%
Dexterity 2%
Agility 14%
Tenacity 5%
Personality: Neser is slightly stronger than other slaves his age, and he moves surprisingly quickly if it means he can escape a beating. And... That's the end of his good qualities... He's not good at anything really, he gives up quickly without a whip to motivate him and he's managed to walk into stationary objects on more than one occasion. He's been called "stupid" so often that he has started to believe it.
A patient master might be able to wake his thirst for knowledge, but at the moment he's an unpolished diamond. Or possibly unpolished rock...
The teachings at school stuck and he's convinced that he is better of in the care of a hound master that knows what's good for him. He couldn't possibly survive without that firm guidance after all.
History: Neser was born in the house of a professional slave breeder in Prussia, and while his coat was interesting so were the coats of his many siblings and he was never considered breeding material. Since the result of his schooling was far from amazing he was sold on the Black Market.
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Posted: Wed Dec 29, 2010 2:15 pm
✗ [RP timeline];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
Cage RP - [X] Next stop - the Black Market, Neser isn't taking it well. He does reconnect with his cousin however.
Cage RP - [X] Nesers cousin got snatched up just like that so he's got a new cage-neighbour. (Neser, Azibo) DONE!
Cage RP - [X] BAW! Azibo was bought. (Azibo, Haqikah, tiny bit of Neser) DONE!
Cage RP - [X] (Malach, Neser)
Zanzibar - [X] Someone wants to buy him! (Neser, Ottah)
Giza - [X] From fail to not quite as fail... (Kara, Neser) DONE!
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Posted: Mon Jan 17, 2011 2:35 am
✗ [OOC stuff and plots];
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'Sold' plot (Aurrie and Mogami)
- Get bought by Ottah.
- Mess up big time
- Possibly re-sold to Tihrak
- Get more skilled at warrior/guard type stuff
- Colosseum?
- Learn a fight skill?
- Spread the pretty around by breeding. Subversive or planned?
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 1:36 pm
 ✗ [Omari];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
Name: Omari
Meaning: High born, God the highest (depending on language)
Age: Adult
Gender: Male
Family: Father living in Zanzibar, deceased mother, no siblings.
House: [X]
Slaves:
Strength 5%
Agility 13%
Dominance 19%
Charisma 18%
Luck 17%
Power 0%
Badges:
Personality:
History:
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 2:07 am
✗ [RP timeline];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
[X] Complete list located in his house.
✗ [Plots wanted];× × × × × × × × × × × × × × × ×
- Friends in Zanzibar (and other places)
- An enemy or two...
- Train some slaves to fight to make them better bodyguards
- Accounting badge
- War theory badge
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