This is where the unsold slaves live. Once your slave has been purchased, move your profile into their new Master's profile thread and write a note saying it's been moved. Do not delete your post in case your Master or Mistress leaves the guild. This way you can just copy/paste them back into this thread.
Below is a list of available slaves and the page they are located on. If a slave is not on the list but is in the market, it means they are reserved for someone.
Female: ✓Yuki Morgan (CaptainTapole) pg: 1 Evelyn Sato (`MaliceMizer) pg: 1 ✓Keishara Melarue (PhantomHoofbeats) pg: 3 Eris and Dysnomia (Crystal_Midnight1coolpg: 3 Alice and Oberon (Crystal_Midnight1coolpg: 3 Rowan Hageshii (The Mechanical Zombie) pg: 4 Florence (GaysbianBabe) pg: 4 ✓Sayuri (Navashuryn) pg: 4 ✓Karina Dorner (Color Me Fubar) pg: 4 ✓Linnea Moore (Color Me Fubar) pg: 5 Lea (Shiro no Kitsune) pg: 5
Male: ✓Elijah Shea Weylyn (Elena Tresemme) pg: 2 Jacobi (MDaylus) pg: 2 Leonis (Dark Doe Alysse) pg: 2 Adam Osterson (GaysbianBabe) pg: 3 ✓Kael Fáfnir (Navashuryn) pg: 3 Alice and Oberon (Crystal_Midnight1coolpg: 3 Malek Aodhagan (Aegirsdottir) pg: 3 Takeshi Sato (The Mechanical Zombie) pg: 4 ✓Khshayarsha Malek Sa'id Roshan (Navashuryn) pg: 4 ✓Dorienne Tresse (Rad Meme) pg: 4
↘↘XS t a n d a r dXi n f o r m a t i o nXa b o u tXy o u r s e l f G i v e n N a m e::Cadhla (pron. KY-lah) Quinlin O t h e r N a m e s::Ky, Kitten A g e::Over 200 years; looks to be in mid-twenties B i r t h d a y::July 13th, some time in the 1800's O r i g i n::Wales, presumably S p e c i e s::Hybrid; Incubus and Skin Walker H a i r C o l o u r::Bright pink E y e C o l o u r::An incredibly bright blue H e i g h t::6' exactly B u i l d::typically toned, some muscle definition. Currently: emaciated, malnourished. S e x u a l i t y::Pansexual - everyone is fair game!
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↘↘XW h a tXy o uXw e a rXa r o u n dXy o u rXn e c k C o l l a r::Velvet. C h a r m s::Bed, Butterfly, Small Bell, Heart, Lollipop, Broken Heart C o l o u r s::Hot Pink, Light Pink, Brown, Orange
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↘↘XD e t a i l sXn e e d e dXt oXm a t c hXy o uXt oXaXM a s t e r L i k e s:: ☑ Intimacy (but he'd never force it on someone) ☑ Fashionable Clothing ☑ Being spoiled ☑ Attention ☑ Relaxing in the sun ☑ Meat ☑ Sweets, candy and chocolate ☑ Kissing and cuddling ☑ Headrubs D i s l i k e s:: ☒ Being bored ☒ Being ignored ☒ Being starved of sexual energy ☒ Vegetarian diets ☒ Mess/Messy surroundings ☒ Feeling alone ☒ Moths T a l e n t s::I can sing, like any good Welshman can. It's in a deep, baritone, and it's incredibly moving. I'm bi-lingual too; I can speak Welsh with ease. I... I can knit as well. Please, don't ask about it. Q u i r k s::I flick my hair a fair bit when overly-emotional. I constantly wear a cat collar around my neck, as I have a ragdoll fang hidden inside it; I prefer to be a cat these days over any other animal. I apparently purr for no reason at times when I'm really relaxed, I didn't know I did that. S k i l l s::Well, because I'm a Skin Walker, I can turn into any animal, as long as I have a piece of the animal to turn into; like some fur or a fang or scale! Also, because I'm half Incubus as well, I have all those sexy seductive powers they have, along with all that sexual energy too! I guess the bonus is that I don't just have to feed off lust to live; I can eat just like humans and be perfectly fine!
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↘↘XI m p o r t a n tXb a c k g r o u n dXi n f o r m a t i o nXa b o u tXy o u P e r s o n a l i t y::I'm just a little bit hyper-active. I call it; a love for life. Not to mention I've been called flamboyant; I just like bright colours ok! I'm not gay, but I'm not straight either. Lust is lust, and I'll take what I can get. That being said, I'm a huge softly for cuddles. I love being able to turn into a cat to snuggle up close to a person and just purr happily away. Yet, I will defend a Master that takes me home with every inch of my being. I'm stronger than plain ol' human because of my darling dad's Incubus genes, but give me something of an animal you want me to turn into and I can be as strong as an Ox; literally! Just because I adore love and cuddles and snuggles, doesn't mean I can't defend myself. Sure I'm quite frail and delicate in my human form, but I'll give 110% to protect anyone.
H i s t o r y::I don't remember where I was born, only that it was most likely somewhere like Wales, since I have a Gaelic name. My mother was a Skin Walker, fully fledged one too, that just happened to fall victim to a Incubus while she was in her human form. My mother was a beautiful woman with locks of bright red and lovely alabaster skin, so I don't blame the Incubus for setting his sights on her. His genes were passed on to me, so I was born as some cute little hybrid! The funny thing was, the odd combination of my father's demon genes with my mother's funky ones resulted in me having the fluffiest mop of pink hair. I often joke it was because mother always said that my father had such a lovely mane of silver hair. He stuck around apparently for the first year of my life, too proud of the fact he sired such a rare creature that was oddly cute. After that, I don't know what happened, but I learnt a while ago not to ask mother about it since it made her act funny. I have a horrible feeling that he was killed for what he was, or he had to leave her because of what he was, and it hurt her greatly. We moved around a lot after I turned five, mostly sticking to Europe since the culture was so fantastic. Not to mention there was a vast number of Skin Walkers in Europe that took me and my mother in. I began to learn to shift at the age of ten, and picked animals that hid my pink locks; birds were handy, as well as any animal with dark fur. We soon found out that animals like dogs, cats and cute little bunnies adopted my pink colouring, so that was out of the question.
As the years passed, so did societies hatred for anything that wasn't human. We were finding it harder and harder to find Skin Walkers by the 1850's so we settled into a life of hiding, often appearing to find work as stable hands with me in disguise as a raven. The work took it's toll on my mother, but we saved every penny we made, and moved far away to England's country-side to start a new life. It was hard, since the turn of the century brought wars, but we managed to make do. Up until the Second World War. Mother and I were thankfully spared from any wartime drafting; I hid disguised as a barn own living in the house and mother was quite frail by this stage due to years of hard work so they allowed her to stay put in what seemed like an empty home. That all changed though, for just after the war was over, people began to hunt and kill anything rare they could find. Mother and I fled the country, for fear that my odd looks would get us captured. Sadly, we didn't get far, for whatever country we ended up in; it was either France or Italy, found out what we were and kidnapped us for trophy pets. My mother managed to escape but I was recaptured, and it still depresses me to this day, and I often think about whether my mother will find me or not.
From the year 1920 onwards I have been kept as a trophy pet. The funny thing is, I don't mind it anymore. Once I was given a cat's fang so I could turn into a type of house cat called a ragdoll I've been rather content ever since. The unfortunate side of this is that thanks to my now relaxed state of mind, my Incubus traits began to show up. Females over the age of twenty became very appealing and I'd often sneak into their rooms and night and seduce them, their lustful energies beginning to overtake my need to eat to survive. I must have pushed it too far, because I began to be sold to all these different slave shops and markets. My luscious pink hair that fell to my knees made me a prime target for males since I look so girly. It became harder and harder to feed off men since the idea of sleeping with a man that was so girly turned them off, so my body began to forcibly revert back to needing food to survive. Which sucked, because I was mostly sold as an Incubus hybrid; they had no idea what a Skin Walker was. Whenever I'd transform into a cat thanks to the fang hidden in the bell of the cat collar I wear, I'd get called a freak and I'd be beaten, since people were selling me as an Incubus, not some kind of pet. I'd get returned nearly every single time, after quite a bit of abuse and starvation. It wasn't until a decade ago that I was bought by a man that was a darling. He listened to me explain that I was an Incubus crossed with a Skin Walker, and he treated me well. Given the damage was done by this point and I've become rather weak and delicate in my human form, he still did his best to feed me well and look after me. He'd brush my hair out and allowed me to wear what I want. He even let me sleep in his bed at night when I turned into a fluffy pink cat! Although it took him a while to let me seduce him, it was worth it. The sad part came when he became very sick indeed. He left me to his brother in his will, putting emphasis on the point I should be treated right and looked after. The day he died was my last day of freedom. I was brought straight here, my old Master's brother now my Seller. He doesn't want to live with me.
Shame, since he's just as gorgeous as his brother. But maybe I can find another beautiful being to cuddle up to and snuggle with. Mmm~ Cuddles.
N o i r Wafflesaurus #C12283xx#F6358Axx#FF00FF
In a pairing with Gizem Yelon, played by Angela Jade
↘↘XS t a n d a r dXi n f o r m a t i o nXa b o u tXy o u r s e l f G i v e n N a m e::Evelyn Sato O t h e r N a m e s::Just call me Eve, sweetie! A g e::Very old, trust me. B i r t h d a y::October 3rd O r i g i n::China, but now I live in Montana, USA with my family. S p e c i e s::I am a fenghuang - a phoenix! H a i r C o l o u r::Red like cherries or wine. E y e C o l o u r::A warm, reddish brown H e i g h t::5'7" B u i l d::I have a healthy body with child-bearing hips and thick legs, but I always wear full skirts anyway. S e x u a l i t y::I like men, of course. What else is there?
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↘↘XW h a tXy o uXw e a rXa r o u n dXy o u rXn e c k C o l l a r::Enchanted lace C h a r m s::Heart, broken heart, broken mirror, crescent moon, ring, rattle C o l o u r s::Grey, plum, light pink, sky blue
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↘↘XD e t a i l sXn e e d e dXt oXm a t c hXy o uXt oXaXM a s t e r L i k e s:: ☑ Cooking ☑ Cleaning ☑ Sewing ☑ Children ☑ Cats ☑ Family ☑ Simple living ☑ Music D i s l i k e s:: ☒ Fighting ☒ Loud noises ☒ Complicated things ☒ Horror movies ☒ Nuts ☒ Wearing pants T a l e n t s::Being a fenghuang, I can sing well. There are no words when I sing, just sounds - like a bird! I'm also quite the chef (like any good wife should be), though my son has been urging me not to cook for some reason. I suppose he's just at that age. I know how to keep a home good as new, like no one's been living there - a hotel kind of clean, you know? All the standard housewife stuff, I try my hardest to be the best I can be and make sure that everyone is happy! Q u i r k s::Oh, I think I'm a very boring woman, actually. I'm just your usual housewife. My biggest quirk is, perhaps, that I am open-minded! I try to keep up with the trends - at least the ones about technology. I keep asking my husband for one of those new automatic wringer washing machines, but he keeps insisting I don't need it! S k i l l s::I can't die. Really! I can get hurt but I can't die. I'll just heal right back up. That's my pure bloodline's doing - you know, immortality. I have forgotten how to transform into my true form from years of disuse, but rest assured I am a full-blooded fenghuang. I can't fly in my human form because I'm too heavy and my wing muscles just must not be as strong as they used to be, but in my other form I can soar as high as the day is long!
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↘↘XI m p o r t a n tXb a c k g r o u n dXi n f o r m a t i o nXa b o u tXy o u P e r s o n a l i t y::My kids are often embarrassed because I am not up on today's fashion trends. I haven't left the house in many years, after all. Who knew blue jeans would be considered fashionable, not just clothing for the poor? My husband always says I am too flighty and whimsical for my own good. He has always been embarrassed by me because I'm not as pretty as he hoped his wife would be. He says I'm not very good at anything I do but I don't let that get me down; it just means I need to work harder. Always have a positive attitude! Those are words for any good housewife to live by! Oh, but that doesn't have much to do with my personality, does it...?
H i s t o r y::My parents were strict but benevolent. They were revered symbols of harmony and they raised me to behave properly. I was arranged to be married to a water dragon, the son of a powerful family, as a sign of peace and cooperation. When I turned 16 I left my home country and my parents and moved in with my husband's family. When human wars that spanned great distances began to occur, my father in law arranged to have us leave Japan and immigrate to the west. Around that time he finally succumbed to attacks from his political rivals. He was worried about the future of his name so he told us to provide him with grandsons. My husband and I had two little boys and everything is going perfectly well! In fact I think we are all on vacation together! Though it seems we've gotten separated...
Eve's kind has always been closely tied to humans. Their presence gives hope and promotes peace and harmony for the human settlements that see them. Her parents were the first Chinese fenghuang; mother looked over the north and father looked over the south. When they met in the center, Eve was born. She was raised to be the ideal fenghuang and the ideal woman of the time - quiet, submissive, happy, tolerant, family-oriented, and hard-working. When tensions began to rise between the humans of Japan and China it was decided that Eve, a rare and valuable fenghuang female, would be given to a young Japanese dragon in an arranged marriage. She left her homeland and her parents, never to see them nor the humans that loved her ever again.
Eve was thrust into a very different life. Instead of existing in harmony with humans, her husband's family hid their true selves from humans and instead disguised themselves with human forms among them. She was forbidden from showing her true self to humans and she was ordered to keep contact with them to a minimum. Her loyalty and attention was to be paid entirely to her new family alone. The dragon she was wed to was not happy about the arrangement his father had made. He was rarely home, usually partying with beautiful women and committing adultery after adultery. While he rejected the fate that had been pushed onto him, Eve accepted her situation and made the most out of it. She spent most of her time helping her father-in-law whom she was closer to than her own husband. She minded the family home and always greeted everyone with a smile and hearty, delicious home-cooked meal. When more wide-scale wars began to break out among humans, Eve's father-in-law decided that they needed to leave the country. He had papers forged claiming them to be Chinese and immigrated to the west. The three of them adopted English names and settled into a stunning, luxurious estate. Soon after arriving, the father-in-law was cursed by a political enemy (angered that he would abandon his country). Knowing that his condition was quickly deteriorating, he ordered his son to provide him with grandsons. No more than five years after they moved, Eve had twin boys.
Things fell apart after that. Her husband resented his life and hated his father for having forced everyone on him. He began to drink heavily and became volatile when intoxicated. He turned his anger towards Eve (and when they entered their tween years, his sons also) and each time Eve's bruises would fade and her wounds would heal in no more than a day thanks to her immortal lineage. Even bloodstains came out of clothes with enough scrubbing. No one but those inside the house knew the hell that occurred almost every day. Yet, despite the violence, every time he came home Eve would without fail greet her drunken husband with a smile and a freshly-cooked meal. The abuse continued and escalated for little more than a decade until she finally sustained an injury that did not heal.
He tore off her beautiful, fiery-red wings with iridescent wingtips, the wings that gave humans hope and ushered harmony just by catching a glimpse of them. All that was left were ugly, feathered stumps.
From that day forward her mind ceased working. She became incapable of caring for herself let alone her family or her house. The woman whose children once fought over who got to have the first serving of her outstanding home cooking now could only produce lumps of unidentified burnt matter. The woman whose house was pristine, like she was expected company each and every day, steadily fell into ruin. The woman who coddled her children often forgot she bore two - though she never remembered both their names nor how old they were. She lived in her own fantasy world where the good old days never ended. She imagined her house to be the immaculate beauty she used to maintain; her husband to be the loving, caring, hard-working individual he never was; and her child[ren] was forever young, always out playing in the yard or with neighborhood kids. She no longer lived in reality.
Though her life stopped, the rest of the world around her kept moving. One of her sons ran away as soon as he came of age and the other became a hermit. Her husband's gambling debts accumulated over the years and his father's wealth had finally run dry. Surely Eve would fetch a good price on the slave market, right? The last of the ancient fenghuang would definitely be a quick, hefty chunk of change.
