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 Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 5:08 pm
Welcome to Escasriet's Cardboard Box of Adoptable Slaves!
"Welcome young and old masters and to our owner's slave shop. Just like picking out a puppy or kitten from a small cardboard box from the side of the street, you can choose a slave or slaves from our store. Unlike a simple, plain, small, and patheic box our store is one of the finest that you can fine. With great customer servous, I might add."
"The shop's owner, Escasriet Heartnet, is always busy finding quality slaves just for your pleasure as any way you see fit. So she leaves the shop in our helpful hands. I'm Alaric and the gentleman on my left with the glasses is Damian. You are free to pick out a slave, or even slaves if you wish, that is to your taste but there's just a few things we need to cover with you
Miss Escasriet considers herself as a literate role player that can write a post of 400 or more words. In other words, she could write three or more paragraphs. She would like someone that doesn't write one liners or even "three one liners" and can at LEAST write 5-7 sentences.
Miss Escasriet also told us to inform you that if you are interested in a slave, please message her instead of leaving a not here at the shop. It's faster to message the owner yourself than wait for me or Damian to ask her to take your slave home. Also want to keep this place fresh and clean with no notes, letters, post or anything of the sort floating about the floors we try all so hard to clean.
Finally, Miss Escasriet would like to reframe you wonderful people requesting a slave for the time being. She's new of this whole owning a slave shop and she would like to not go over her head with the slaves she picked out and your requested slaves. Though she's up for a few customs ones, but keep in mind that she has limited time since she's very busy getting her degree."
Since you heard us out about what Miss Escasriet expects from her costumers, please feel free to look around and message her when you found a slave to your liking! Don't worry, Miss Escasriet is already working on her first batch of slaves as we speak!
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 5:12 pm
Taken:
Blake McGregor
Cratch
Reserved/Costums:
Ez Feagen
Sven Elan
Still in Shop:
Cursed Prince, Prince Felix Raymond of Ortheskold
Kerr
Scythe
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 5:14 pm
 Name - Blake McGregor Nicknames - Hellhound, Dog Gender - Male Age - 18 Sexuality - Homosexual Position - uke[submissive] Species - The Scottish "Black Dog" aka Hellhound
Black Dogs are a whole class of monstrous, canine apparitions prevalent in European folklore, showing up frequently in English and Scottish lore. These mythical creatures are also often known as Hellhounds, and are described as being huge dogs, roughly the size of a calf (though there have been sightings which have placed them as large as horses); covered in thick, shaggy black hair and with glowing red eyes.
Despite their name, these creatures are not necessarily black, as there have been reports of them being white, spotted, yellow and even brown. Sometimes, though very rarely, there are reports of Cerberean Black Dogs – meaning they have two or three heads. The Hellhound’s canine teeth are often described as being longer than average, and, to many people, seem to be grinning at some hidden knowledge, rather like a canine Cheshire Cat. Black Dogs may be benevolent; they may be malicious; or they may be neither.
These apparitions appear at places that serve as transition archetypes – places such as lonely county rounds, ancient highways, bridges, crossroads, and shallowed entrances. Hellhounds are said to guard treasure or sacred places. More often than not, if you leave a Black Dog alone, it will not bother you but if you attempt to harm one, the consequences are dire. Black Dogs can inflict frightful wounds that may prove fatal. Indeed, in much folklore that describes these creatures, to see one is portent of death, though there have been purported instances of Black Dogs guiding lost travelers to safety.
Black Dogs are also associated with fire – specifically, the flames surrounding the hound and the presence of scorched earth and/or claw marks burned into wood or metal left in the beast’s wake.
Personality - Blake is always on the quite side and prefers to be left alone. He doesn't socialize with our beings unless it's inside of his 'duties' like his old ones that to guide lost travelers or guarding the bridge against enemies and fight along allies. Even though he speaks only a small bit, it seems the less that Blake thinks your intelligence he thinks you have, the less he will speak to you. That or if you are a very loud an annoying person that can't take a hint and beat it. The black dog would be stubborn towards his first master and would be difficult to train, but Leon will protect his master even if he thinks nothing or him or absolutly hates him. Protection to death is part of the black dog race's traits. Blake will also refuse an order if it goes against his morals or just plain doesn't like it. Bio - Blake's clan was the family of black dogs that guarded a old bridge that had an old secret, generation after generation passed the duty down from father to son. Until it was finally tore down by humans as they were planning to fill in the river, not without a fight but Blake was out numbered and had the fill postponed for months until a human finally discovered Blake's weakness by hearing an old lore about hellhounds. The humans hooked up a fire hose to their home-made fire hyrants filled with holy water. After getting completely soaked with the holy water, Balke turned back into his human form, and greatly weakened, and then was jumped by the large pack of humans. This forced Blake packing his dog butt on the road and hunting for a new place that needed protection.
Most of his clan were dead or were scattered and already guarding their chosen locations. Since there's an unwritten law that only one black dog can protect a location. After the bridge was torn down, Blake wondered around until he came upon a lost human. Little did he know, the lost man was actually a slave trapper and was looking for the rumored Black Dogs. Blake had escorted lost humans pass the bridge to the Inn that was outside of the small forest where the bridge was built in in both his human and black dog forms. So, did not give it a second thought about approaching the man in his black dog form.
Seeing Blake in his black dog form, the trapper had all the prove that he needed that Blake was what he was looking for. The trapper drugged him and brought him to the shop where he stays. Collar - Blake's collar is a Blood Red color Charms - The charms on his collar are White Rose, Shield, Sword, Emerald, Gun Owner - Prince Calen Other - Blake can transform freely from his humanoid form to his Hellhound form, but you might want to stand back when he does because he is engulfed by red and black flames when he transforms. While in his humanoid form, Blake just has a strong sense of smell and heard. In his black dog form, he could control hell fire to a certain extent
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2012 10:44 am
 Name: CratchAge: Unknown but to be in between ages 22-26Race: HumanOrientation: UnknownPowers: No real powers but he has better agility and speed than most humans with knowledge how to kill in hundreds of ways.Bio: Not much in known about his life before the organization. But one of the older assassins brought him to their head quarters where he was harshly trained for years. Forced to kill off his weaker fellow classmates and shaped him into a killer that wouldn't bat an eye lash by slicing someone's throat open. When he was able to take on jobs, he requested to never be assigned to kill someone with young children. Confused, by his sudden request and no explanation, they agreed to his request.
Years passed with Cratch's hands only growing filthier with each kill. Until he last job assignment was to kill a man and his wife. With the organization, you never ask questions about why did someone order a hit on their target, you just go do it otherwise it would be your last mistake and someone else would carry the deed out. So after he arrived at the house, having his knife out and ready to attack the pair in a room. Only to find out that they were toking their seven and five years old kids in bed. The organization broke their promise and Cratch left the house without spilling a drop of either targets'.
When he returned and the elders ask if the job was done, he said it wasn't and that they broke their only promise to him. Instead of punishment of death, they had Cratch placed into slavery where he had been bough a few times but his masters or mistresses would end up died within the week. Personality: Cratch is distant, quite, aloof,and a ruthless killer that wouldn't hesitate to slice your throat open if given a chance.Charms: The charms on his collar are: Sword, Book, Whip, Rose, Knife, Skull, and Red TearCollars: He has a Black and Dark Grey colors.Master yet? : Soloris
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