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 Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:39 am
When you finish your slave profiles, please post them here! If one of the mods or I should see a mistake with your profile, you will be messaged about it. You have a week after the message is sent to fix your profile.
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:44 am
Available Slaves
Male:
Female:
Reserved:
Elijah Shea Weylyn
"Pet"
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:45 am
 ❝ You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.. ❞ I am Elijah Shea Weylyn
But I will let you call me Shea
I'm not that old, I am Nineteen
Are you blind? I'm obviously Dream Incubus
Here's an easy one, I'm Homosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born February 14thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 6'1"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 190 lbs.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is is incredibly soft, long, and a beautiful pink hue. My hair is my best feature and I put a lot of time and care to keep it this beautiful
Look closer, my eyes are hot pink in color. However they can change from darker hues of pink to light shades of red, depending on my mood.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a Velvet
And colored it pink, violet, dark blue, and purple
And from it they hung Ruby, Star, Music Note, Heart, and PacifierX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as a flirtatious and beautiful man. I'm an Incubus so of course it is in my nature to charm, flirt, and seduce. I'm an outgoing person because I was raised to be so, and I am incredibly loyal to those I deem special and important. Of course, that was only to my father and mother. I do act differently depending on the crowd. If I am around children, I become gentle, kind, and incredibly patient. I just have that mothering instinct which is odd considering that I am a man, but I suppose that is because I helped raise my younger siblings for a while. When I am with an older crowd, I tend to show more of my true nature. I like to flirt and play games. It all depends on the person on what kind of games that I will play though. I find that if I am with stubborn men who like to assert their dominance to be quite aggravating, so I tend to rebel and become bit of a brat. I like getting my way and will become pouty and hard to get along with until I get what I want. What can I say? My father spoiled me so I'm used to getting whatever I want. Normally though I'm a pretty nice guy that loves kids. I was always loyal to them seeing as they are incredibly honest, unlike adults who like to toy and play with people. People who are much like myself, but I would never hurt someone intentionally like most people. I am a people person and I like be out and about, and no that isn't sexual in any way. I was raised in a town with a beach and other sources of entertainment, so being cooped up inside is something I don't like. I get restless and easily annoyed if I am.
Quit invading my life, It went pretty simple really... well... for the most part I should say. However, let me start from the beginning. My mother was just your typical college student on spring break. She was a beautiful young woman with bright blue eyes and beautiful dark hair. It wasn't normal for her to run with the party crowd, but a couple of her friends begged her to go to a small town that was close to a beach. The town was (and still is) a big tourist attraction with it's white sand beaches and crystal blue water, though it is small, the place has quite a selection of entertainment means. Bars, malls, theaters, the beach. It was the typical spot for young people to have fun. Moving on to the next part of my tale, my mother was pulled into the local club. This is how she met my gorgeous father. The man was handsome, charming, and had this unworldly beauty that made weaker women swoon. His hair was such a light color pf pink that it was almost white, while his eyes were a hypnotizing shade of magenta. Yes, my father was a true lady killer, but then again, aren't all Incubuses? The two hit it off and the entire time my mother was on spring break, she was with my father. My mother always spoke fondly of the past memories with the man, and I always loved to hear her talk about her life. On the night before the day she left, things became a little heated, and soon the couple found themselves naked and tangled with each other on the beach. The next day, dad saw mom off, slipping his number and address into her pocket, and that was the last time my mother saw him. A couple of months passed and my mother found herself getting sick and getting bigger. Yup. You guessed it. She was pregnant with little me. Mom was overjoyed with the news, however... my wonderful grandparents weren't as happy. They begged my mother to go through with an abortion, that she would be throwing her life away if she kept me. My mom was heartbroken and refused. Her friends had told her to call my father, but the woman said it was none of his concern and that she didn't want to bother him. So the months passed and the woman continued to grow and then I was born. Were there a lot of people happy about my coming into this world? Nope! Just my mother and her closest friend, my godmother.
My mom raised me all by herself until I was six, and then her parents forced her to marry some hotshot lawyer. I didn't care for the man and I believe my mother only tolerated him because she didn't have much of a choice. My step-father was a horrible man who only cared about money and his status in society. Did he like me? No. Not at all. He hated me because I was considered to be a scandal to his new little family, and the man was quick to get my beautiful mother pregnant. I had two younger siblings who I was incredibly fond of. Excluding my step-father, we were a happy little family. However, I had to learn the hard way that things weren't always meant to stay happy. When I was nine, my mother started to become incredibly sick. With every passing day she grew weaker and weaker, and eventually had to stay in bed. I took care of her along with my younger siblings, and when I was ten, she finally passed on. I lost the only woman who actually loved me. As soon as the funeral was over and everyone was gone, my step-father packed me things and told me to get out. I walked ten miles to my grandparents who wouldn't even answer the door. Instead they sent out a butler to tell me that it was unsightly to see an orphan hanging around on their porch. I had no idea where I was going to do, where I was going to go, but I remembered my mother's friend and quickly ran to her. The woman was incredibly kind and she kept me for a couple of months before revealing that my mother had left her a letter containing a number and an address. She said that I was welcome to stay or find my father. After resting and making sure that I was up for the trip, I was put on a plane and to the town where I was conceived. As I got off the plane, a tall man with hair like mine was standing there, waiting with a smile on his face. I finally had someone to love me. Living in the small town was different from the larger city but I enjoyed the beach and sense of peace it offered. The drive back to my new home, my father told me that he was the one in charge of running this small paradise. He spoke of all the things that it offered and the time that he spent with my mother. I could tell that it deeply hurt him that she kept me secret and never called him, but he always smiled at me and told me that at least he had a little part of her now. I told him all about my life and how mom was forced to marry that a*****e, which dad didn't handle really well. Anyways, I was raised with much love and care. My father spoiled me and took me almost everywhere, but I was always curious as to why he left at night. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I finally understood. I didn't really understand the intense desire to have sex with anything walking, and just put it off as a part of puberty. What changed my mind you ask? The fact that I found myself in my father's dream.
It scared me at first but when we both woke up the next morning, my father explained things to me. About what we were and that the urges I was feeling were perfectly normal. He told me that all I had to do was go find someone to have sex with, and so I did that very thing. It just didn't work out as well as my father had planned. From a young age, I had feminine features and was told that I was too pretty to be a boy. I was often mistaken as a girl as a little boy and it just seemed like that older I would get, the prettier I would get. By the time I was sixteen, I had been approached by many people from different modeling and acting agencies. Anyways, my father and I found out rather quickly that women were incredibly jealous of me... especially when it came to my father. Many believed that we were a couple, and quickly felt stupid when they learned I was his son. So what did I do next? Well it's obvious isn't it? I started sleeping with men. Which was fine because I never cared much for women anyways. My life with my father was a good one and I enjoyed every day that I lived in that small town. I started to learn how to use my powers for infiltrating dreams, manipulating them, controlling them. I learned how to seduce others easily and how to please my partners. So how did I end up in the slave trade? Well... because I had to follow my lower head instead of the one on my shoulders. My dad had to go away on some kind of business trip and it was during that time that a new couple moved to the town. I was playing with the local kids when I saw him, and the man made it quite obvious that he was interested. His girlfriend didn't like that too much and quickly pulled him away, which made me interested on how much I could get away with. In the beginning it was nothing but harmless flirting and chatting, but it turned into a physical relationship rather quickly. The sex was great but his dreams... his mind was weak so I could turn his dreams into whatever I wanted. Our relationship lasted an entire week, and then everything went downhill. I was just enjoying myself when his girlfriend walked in and hit me in the back of the head with something. There I was passed out on the bed with her boyfriend who cheated on her with another man. Of course she didn't take it very well and after beating the s**t out of her cheating boyfriend, she dragged me off into the city and sold me. I was told that she got a high price because of my looks and my race, but what good did that do me? Now that I am thinking about it, I remember my dad telling me not to fool around with couples because it caused problems. Well, I wished that I would have remembered that bit of information. I guess now I will just hang around this room until someone decides to come and get me. Not like I can do much of anything else.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Apples
ღ Sweets
ღ Singing
ღ Flowers
ღ Sweet Dreams
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Bees
✘ Smoke
✘ Sour Foods
✘ A Dirty Home
✘ ThunderstormsX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can enter people's dreams and do whatever I want with them. I can manipulate them and control how I want them to go. Of course I can charm people with weaker minds. The weaker the mind, the more control that I have. A person could be wide awake and simply daydreaming and I would be able to have my way with them.
Yes, there is some side things, like in order to use my powers, I need a LOT of energy that comes from sex... and even then... well... I need my partners "bodily" fluids to increase my power. Another thing, whenever I am weak from hunger, I become incredibly irritable and hard to get along with. My body will slowly start to lose its appeal and shine as well. I must have a partner willing to be with me in order for me to live. I'll die without the sexual energy. And... I'm afraid of being alone. Being an unwanted child really did some damage to me, and I'm terrified that I will end up that way again. Which is why I am grateful to be what I am. Everyone loves sex and I'm sure that someone will want me just for that.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Elena TresemmeRESERVED
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 8:49 am
 ❝ I hope you always find a reason to smile... ❞ I am whoever... ma-master wishes... me to be (He doesn't have a name)
But I will let you call me Pet, Fluffy, Snow, Snowflake
I'm not that old, I am Eighteen
Are you blind? I'm obviously An Arctic Fox
Here's an easy one, I'm not sure? (He doesn't understand the concept of sexuality [homosexual])
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born Wh-What day is Chr-Christmas? (December 25)X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 5'7"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 115 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is pr..pretty? (mainly snow white but on the right side, there is a bit of red that covers his bangs and left ear.)
Look closer, my eyes are gold and crimson.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have an.. ug..ugly body... (scars that litter his back from his many years of abuse. On his right shoulder there is a odd looking tattoo that he has had since birth.)X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Blue Violet, Light Blue, Indigo
And from it they hung Halo, Ball of String, HeartX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as qu-quiet? (Pretty much a doormat. He will let people boss and do whatever to him, without fighting back. He is incredibly submissive, but heck, who wouldn't be after all the years of mental and physical abuse? The fox has no self-confidence and every insult you shout at him, he believes it whole-heartedly. This poor boy may seem incredibly dull and ignorant, but that isn't the truth. He is quite smart but lacks the proper teachings, and is willing to learn whatever he is taught... as long as it doesn't involve pain. He has a huge heart and wishes for others happiness, and will do whatever he can to make things better. This poor boy only wishes for his master's happiness as well as his affection.However... he does have many fears and can become anxious and nervous rather quickly when faced with something that troubles him. Given the chance and the proper master, he could be the loving, intelligent companion for anyone.)
Quit invading my life, It went ...I'm n-not sure... (His mother and father were the clan leaders of a northern fox community, hidden deep in the mountains. While early in her pregnancy, she decided to go on a small walk, seeing as it was her daily routine, but while on one of her walks, she was attacked and kidnapped. Being taken back to a small village town, his mother was forced to become a slave to the vile men who had taken her. When she begged for her release and told them of her condition, they made sure not to beat the poor woman, but they still were cruel and unkind. Being locked in a basement and given the necessities for life, she finally gave birth on Christmas day. Seeing that he was colored differently, she never that there was something special about him, and she quickly sealed away any powers that he had. She was afraid that her poor child would be used for evil, and wanted to protect him from such a life. When her captors found out about the baby finally being born, they took him away and sold him off to the highest bidder. The boy never saw his mother again.
When he was old enough to walk and fully comphrened things, he was given "lessons" which often included being beaten. These lessons included to only speak when spoken to, to remain out of sight until called for, how to keep a house clean, and to always listen and submit to a master. Even when he did every one of these things, his masters always found something to beat him over. It didn't matter if the poor boy was asleep or no where near his master, he was beaten for whatever the reason they could come up with. Whenever he wasn't being drilled or beaten by the men, the women would come and pull him into their rooms. The masters' daughters and wives loved to play dress up with him, always telling him how girly and feminine he looked. It was during these times that he felt the most relaxed. These women never hit him, even though they insulted him all the time because of his looks, he felt safer around them. From since he could remember, he always wearing some sort of dress. He was told that it fit him better than boys clothes would, and since he was told to never question his masters or their wives, he simply obeyed and wore the clothes he was given.
Over the years, he has had many different masters each of the, being as cruel and terrible as the last. However, the wives were getting more and more mean and hateful, while their children could be just as worse. The wives harassed and bullied him, always after he was beaten and left laying and bleeding. The daughters were jealous and would push him around or hit him as well. It was a miracle the young fox even made it out of his last master's house alive. Being locked down in the basement, as usual, when one of the daughters came down. The girl was the same age as he was and was jealous of the fox, going over and beating him for a few minutes, she ran up to her father saying that he tried to rape her. Hearing the accusation, the master went down and started to beat the fox. It took four other slaves to pull the master away from him, and he was thrown out into the streets, left for dead.
How did he end up in the shop? The Mistress Pallas was out shopping when she heard the little fox groaning and crying in pain. Quickly finding him, she took him home and nursed him back to health. Now that he is back to health and looking healthier, the fox sits in a room waiting for his newest master.)
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Music
ღ Praise
ღ Sweets
ღ Soft Things
ღ Cold Weather
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Bugs
✘ The Dark
✘ Hot Weather
✘ Loud Noises
✘ Being in PainX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can sm-smell and he-hear really well... (This fox packs more of a punch, he just doesn't realize it. When he was born, his mother placed a seal on his powers so evil men/women wouldn't be able to use him. With the seal removed, he can control the snow/ice. He has inhuman strength and speed, and is able to speak with other foxes.)
Yes, there is some side things, like I..I li-like pr-pretty dr-dresses... (He was born to be a protector for his clan but due to his birth into the slave trade, he was never able to see his clan. The seal his mother placed on him causes his powers to remain hidden from him, but also split his soul into two halves. The other half remains locked deep inside the poor boy, and even he doesn't realize he is there. He also has problems with anxiety and will pass out if he is incredibly frightened. Due to his lack of teaching, he has a bit of a stutter and cannot write or read very well.)
The person that works my mind is not me, but Elena TresemmeRESERVED
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 1:29 pm
 ❝ Darkness comforts me like a mother comforts her terrified child. ❞ I am Elizibeth Tory Nightwing
But I will let you call me Lizzie
I'm not that old, I am 23
Are you blind? I'm obviously Half Fae
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born January 3rd X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 5' 6"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 160 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Purple with white streaks
Look closer, my eyes are silver
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have my wings, they only appear in pitch black or when I play with magic. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Velvet
And colored it Indigo, green and magenta
And from it they hung Star, Paint pallet, Graduate's cap, Pan, Dog and Pacifier X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as I am very outgoing and kind... when I want to. I can be very cunning at times. I can be very cuddly and loving if I get to know you. Bending darkness to my will is how I have fun especially if it bothers people. I can be very emotional out of the blue. The Fae also can be irrational which I can say I got from dad. But sadly I also have a bit of a temper that is set off by demeaning me. If you push my temper I tend to blind people. Only one person has been permanently blinded. Also I can be blinded by bright lights.
Quit invading my life, It went Growing up I never met my father. My mom raised all on her own in a small apartment. She struggled daily to get me through life. She knew of my heritage but I didn't. When I was younger and other kids talked about being scared of the dark I was confused. I had always been more comfortable in the darkness than I did in the day. I liked being in the dark and watching the funny shapes dance on my walls. At that point I didn't realize that I was doing it myself. When I turned twelve my mom decided to tell me about my father.
I scoured the internet and books of all sorts to find anything about the dark Fae. Mom didn't know very much just the little bit my dad had told her. She explained that she only met him twice. The first time she was in bar drinking away the end of a bad relationship. She happened to look up as my dad walked through the door. She fell fast and hard for him. He was gorgeous, his long black hair pulled back into a low ponytail. A beat up leather jacket hugged his body well as did his jeans. His silver eyes shone i the low light on the bar. His eyes landed on her with a kind smile. After many hours of talking and not much drinking they went home together. the second time she saw him was when she found out she was pregnant with me. He just showed up at her apartment door one night and told her that they needed to talk about the baby. She was shocked because she had only found out ten minutes before. He explained to her what he was and what she might expect from me.
I learned a lot of what i know from just trying different things. My father never tried to see me so I didn't learn anything from him. Unfortunately when I was 19 I ended up in slavery. I was out at the shop picking up a few things for my mom. I got an odd feeling when i was there so I quickly grabbed everything I needed and got out of there. It was dark when I walked outside and I relaxed a little. It didn't last long though. I could tell I was being followed but I wasn't sure by what. I never did find out what followed me just that I was Hit on the back of the head. I woke up from my black out in a room that was unfamiliar. Panic set in on me. A man came in the room to talk to me and learn more about me. I became so aggravated that when he wouldn't answer my questions I ended up blinding him.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Being in darkness
ღ Pulling pranks on people
ღ Sour candies
ღ Painting landscapes
ღ Pets
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Bitter people
✘ Being punished
✘ Abusive people
✘ Math
✘ Being hurtX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can control darkness, levitate (I would say fly but she cant go any higher that 5 foot off the ground) and telekinesis
Yes, there is some side things, like My wings don't look like butterfly wings or anything like that. They are full of twisted looking faces.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Sweet_vixen23
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Posted: Mon Dec 16, 2013 2:07 pm
 ❝ [[Oh no no I'm a NOGITSUNE not one of those benevolent siblings of mine, I am the one that causes trouble, though you can't tell by my looks can ya?]] ❞ I am Serenity Milana Stryker
But I will let you call me Serena, Sera, Mila, or basically any nice sounding pet name, i love pet names
I'm not that old, I am 20
Are you blind? I'm obviously a Nogitsune (type of Kitsune but more mischievous than the others)
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born Oct 28thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 5'7"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 122 lbs
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Gold Orange
Look closer, my eyes are reddish around the pupils with orange
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have A few faint scars on my upper back. I do have a few tattoos, one up my back and one right behind my right earX X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Green ✜ Magical, Possesses Magical Abilities // Magenta ✜ Mischievous, Mysterious, Unpredictable // Dark Blue ✜ Night Owl, Energetic at Night // Violet ✜ Affectionate Loving (If I like you of course or get to know you, definitely not when I first meet someone)
And from it they hung Halo ✿ Virgin // Ball of String ✿ Pet // Broom ✿ Maid // Dog ✿ Good with pets // Heart ✿ Companion X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as playful and rebellious, I tend to make people quite frustrated with me, it's quite funny. I love to play tricks on people and am almost always in a playful or happy mood. I like to see just how far I can push people and their buttons before they explode, I'm confident in my abilities to the point that I know I'll get out of a potentially dangerous situation if I anger someone. A bit manipulative and cunning, when I want something I usually trick them into giving it to me or I put on my "cute mode" in which I act like an affectionate animal and give them my innocent, begging stare, it works every time!
Quit invading my life, It went I grew up with the other..hmmm how do you put it, the more boring Kistune? yeah that's right. I grew up with other Kitsune who never wanted to have the kind of fun I always sought out after, teasing people, making things disappear then reappear a few days later or just vanishing completely. They didn't want to do it because it was "wrong" oh well, more fun for me...right? Well...I began playing tricks on the visitors to our town when I grew older, knowing I had had some years to make my stealth abilities better so I could sneak around and do things without them realizing. Well I....uh thought I was better. I had turned to thievery a few years before then so one day I was going through a traveler's bag, looking for his money while he was out looking around the town, for who knows what, I didn't care, I just wanted to play my trick and get out of there. Once I found it I grabbed the money, turned and ran out of the room he had been in and outside before he could come back. Stashing the money in my safe place, I turned...and well, bumped right into the guy. He had been following me once he had seen me sneak in and out, holding his cash....and he was holding a whip in his hand. Furious at being robbed, the man took out some cuffs that had been in his coat pocket. I must have looked confused at to why he had them because he told me right there he was a slaver looking for more slaves to bring to the market. Cuffing my arms and legs, the man began whipping my back in punishment for stealing his money...I had never screamed so loud or hard in my life, but my hiding place was too far away from the town for anyone to hear so no one came to my rescue. Once I was about to pass out from the pain, he stopped, grabbed his money and the other cash from my little holding box and left. I thought he had gone for good and tried getting out of my bindings, but the cuffs were too tight. Trying harder, I froze when I heard the sound of a vehicle approaching. Thinking it was someone from the town, I began calling out for help. But my hopes were dashed when none other but that vile man appeared and dragged me outside. Taking me over to the car i had heard, he took out a collar, buckled it around my throat and threw me in the trunk taking off. I was so scared I couldn't move. I didn't know where he was taking me but I knew I was branded a slave the moment he took out that collar.
We drove for what seemed like days before the car finally stopped. Hearing a door shutting, I tensed, ready to bite or scratch if needed and as soon as the trunk was opened I did just that. Biting down on the hand that reached toward me, I could taste blood and I whipped the guy in the head with my tail, trying to daze or distract him but he just grabbed me by the throat and didn't let go until I was too weak to struggle. Then he dragged me up the stairs of a huge building, the biggest I had ever seen and took me inside then dragged me up another set of stairs until we arrived at a door. Opening it, he threw me inside then closed it, locking the door behind him. I couldn't get up for a while and was surprised that my normal regenerative powers weren't working. I just laid there and even when the man came in a few hours later, carrying a box I didn't struggle. I didn't want to get whipped again, though I did flinch when he opened the box, taking out yet another collar and took the one I had off then put this new one on. It had charms on it, I didn't know what they meant. Once the man left I made the room as much of a home as I could. I've been waiting here for quite a while now, some people have visited me, telling me I might be their slave but something always seems to repulse them about me...hmm i wonder what it is.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ hiding
ღ chasing things
ღ an affectionate, loving master or mistress who can tolerate my teasing
ღ someone I can manipulate easily
ღ getting rewarded for good behavior
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ my tail or ears getting pulled, ouch!
✘ getting locked up in a cage
✘ cruel and abusive owners
✘ sleeping alone
✘ people invading what I claim as my territory without my consentX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can I can turn into a large fox about the size of a full grown German Shepherd when I need speed or just a smaller form to be able to slip into place and hide. I can also grow fangs in my human form when angry or scared and once I get a little older I'll be able to grow another tail and have even more powers, oh! almost forgot, I have regenerative powers so I heal way faster than normal
Yes, there is some side things, like I am very very affectionate and cuddle when I warm up to someone and I love to get my ears pet, also I'll get possessive around anything I claim as mine so watch out if you mess with it or you might just find my teeth biting into your skin
The person that works my mind is not me, but ScuroFenice
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Posted: Sat Dec 21, 2013 10:03 pm
 ❝A lot of people like lollipops. I don't like lollipops. To me, a lollipop is hard candy plus garbage. I don't need a handle. Just give me the candy. ❞ I am Amethyst Sylvia Stylus
But i will let you call me Amy or Rouge
I'm not that old, I am 20
Are you blind? I'm obviously An Albino Fox
Here's an easy one, I'm Straight
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born December 21st X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5 feet 6 inches
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 90 lbs because I'm built for walking on lighter than air snow
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Pure White
Look closer, my eyes are Red
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have No markings X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a Velvet Collar
And colored it Lime, Violet, Blue Violet and White
And from it they hung Ball of String, Pan, Heart, Dog, and Pacifier X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Quiet and shy but often, I crave attention and when I get it I preen for hours under it. I am really a selfish creature. I want what's mine and i often don't ask for it. That's gotten me in trouble in the past. And that trouble almost cost me my life and the life of my sisters. I have recently learned to curve that desire now that I'm a pet and had to learn to ask or either not get it or be punished for taking it. When I'm alone i tend to talk to myself muttering little things that i have to do and remember or worries. I was checked often if not every week if i had schizophrenia but I don't I just hold a better conversation with myself then others. I am good with children from having to raise my little sisters and a pet should be able to identify with a pet right? Also when I was young i had to learn to cook or starve so i became competent at it. Then my previous Master was a stickler for being more than competent so he taught me how to back and cook gourmet meals also.
Quit invading my life, It went Fairly normal for the first few years of my life. I was loved by my parents and i was adored by my two younger sisters. Then one day that ceased to be. My father had gone to fight in a war that had nothing to do with us and when he never returned home my mother fell into depression. A few years had passed when my mother got remarried to my alcoholic weed head who beat her to death one night. I managed to escape with my life and my sisters. We traveled so far from our home that it's almost as if it didn't exist. We walked until our feet were sore and bleeding and almost starved half to death. For a year we had traveled and by the time i was 12 and my sisters were five and two. we had stumbled upon our salvation, a literal hole in the wall of a city.
We lived there for years and learned the ways of the street learning how to scam, cheat, lie and steal. At the age of nine my little sister had already learned how to pick pocket guards and hack into computers while my youngest sister by the age by the age of six had fought and won many young children street brawls while I at the age of sixteen was working as a stripper at a seedy joint. One night I had given a dance to a man that said he would pay 600 dollars for it. When I did he said that it was unsatisfactory and refused to give me my money i kicked his butt and took 2,000 dollars off of him. A little later in the year that encounter came to bite me in the a**. He found me and my sisters and held us at gun point. then a mysterious man came and calmed him down and gave him 20,000 for his troubles. When the first man left he looked over at us and said 'which one of you did I just buy?'
So he took us home to his mansion and we lived there for four years with me as his pet and my sisters as his maids. We got on fine and never wanted for anything. He treated us like little pets and kept us safe. a couple of month's ago my master decided that instead of, in his words, "hogging us from the rest of the world' he was going to sell me into the slave market and let me have a new master. So he kept my sisters safe until they were old enough to be sold themselves. I hope to visit the every once in a while if my new master will allow it. Also my like for candy and my laziness came from my master spoiling me with sugar and ample time to do absolutely nothing.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Candy
ღ Animals
ღ Candy
ღ My Siblings
ღ Did I mention candy?
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Spicy Food
✘ The Heat
✘ Bright lights
✘ Having No candy
✘ Wearing a lot of clothes X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Fight well enough, and change into my Animal Form.
Yes, there is some side things, like The fact that I didn't give you the names of my sisters which are Sapphire Esmerelda Stylus(13) and Crystal Aphrodite Stylus(10)
The person that works my mind is not me, but Fokushi meishin
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Posted: Fri Dec 27, 2013 9:23 pm
❝ I've come across rotting bodies that are more offensive than you are. ❞ I am Aewyne Sebastian Vine
But I will let you call me Sebastian, Bas, or Sebastian~.
I'm not that old, I am One thousand-seventeen years old.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Nosferatu, Blood sucker, a Vampire! But I don't sparkle.
Here's an easy one, I'm homosexual.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born December twelfth. X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5'3"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 150 lbs. Though if you pick me up, I feel as like a feather.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is a darkish Brown with hints of red.
Look closer, my eyes are normally a beautiful cyan blue! But- If you make me angry they turn fuchsia...that is a bad sign.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have two parallel scars that run down by back, as well as a scar across my right cheek. That one is hidden by my hair though. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Chain
And colored it with Pink, Magenta, Cadet Blue, and Maroon.
And from it they hung a Crescent Moon, a Halo, a Crown, a Garnet, a Star, and a Music note. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as ...I guess I am a bit seductive? That is the way it seems with all of the men and women throw themselves at my feet. Though I do not really try- bat my eyelashes and change my voice to a higher pitch and they are putty in my hands. Ahem. Well enough of that. Also a bit 'cruel'. Well. I would not call myself cruel, it is just one of the many names I have gained over the years. But I can see why they claim me cruel. I do tend to handle situations I am not fond of, 'not so well'. In the end, some blood is spilt and I do get a lovely meal~. Though not everyone tastes amazing. Some taste absolutely revolting. I try to be a leader but, I eventually fall back to being the follower, it is not of my own choice. It is just how I was raised. I also am very smart, you do not need to be taught in school in order to be so. Mostly book smart, as I was never sent to school. I was taught by my elders all that I needed to know, so I know the best of what my kind needs to. That enough for you?
Quit invading my life, It went wonderful! Well-. For me it was. You see- My family had this method. My great, great, great, great grandmother conceived many children in order to find the 'pure blood' out of her offspring. That pure blood would rise above the others no matter how weak or strong they were, and eventually rule over the family. This continued for decades until my family line. My family like all of the other ones in my line, consisted of many people. My mother and father mated and made many offspring. But I was the prize. Out of all sixty-three! My other siblings got the cold shoulder once I was born. My parents knew I was pure royalty while the others were just the fakes. In my first years of life I was pampered and given anything I wanted! My room was always covered in stuffed animals and plushies. I always had the finest bearings. My clothes, made of the softest silk and cotten..My life was perfect.
As I reached tha age of five, I was trained from then by only the best Vampires ever come into my family line. I was taught to hunt. To kill. And to manage my powers to make sure that the Vine families prized royal blood would actually survive in this world. It was a cruel, cruel world for my kind. Vampire would go against their own kind for the lowest of things. But I was kept away from it all, it was all washed away from me. I had no worries. Because the strong walls of my families estate kept everything bad out. My elders would gather up humans, creatures, and beings from all around, showing me the best ways to harvest their blood and kill them in the cleanest ways possible. I never liked to dirty myself. They would give me the blood from those fine beings, but never the sour blood. Because it only made me weaker. They said that my tongue should never touch the tainted blood.
But one day everything changed. It...there was an attack on my families estate. They were our friends! Practically our family! And they betrayed us all for the stupid fortune...they lied. No one really survived the attack. It was horrid...Vampire verses Vampire...even some of my own family members killed each other in order to live.. The estate was set aflame..it burned my skin...it hurt. I was nearly cooked alive. And now, every time I smell cooked meat I an reminded of that. And get violently ill. But, all in all. I escaped. I was still at a young age at the time so the event was pretty traumatic. I fled into the forest, going as fast as I could with my injuries, some of the surviving bad men were chasing after me. It was terrifying! But in the end. I had to get dirty. I fought the best I could. And I actually defeated my attackers. And I bathed in their blood. But I was alone. And. It...just was torture.
For a long time lived on my own, from then on my life was filled with red. Red. It was all I saw. I slaughtered everyone and anyone. No one could stop me, everywhere I went the air always had a heavy, metallic smell. And I was always on a carpet of red. I never cared for anyone. It was just me, myself, and I. I was basically like a feral animal...anyone who came near me would instantly die. I don't really remember much after that. I think k I might have just forced it out of mind. All I know is that I've changed my ways. So. Good?
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Sweets- With some sort of blood filling of course.
ღ Heavy rainfall.
ღ Any and All cats!
ღ Luxuries.
ღ Privacy.
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being left alone
✘ Fire...horrible thing.
✘ Dogs.
✘ Mornings.
✘ Liars. X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can levitate or float, the height really depends on the amount I have eaten in that hour. If I am well feed, then I can go pretty high, it can pretty much be labeled as flying as well. But if I am not, then I can only go one or two feet of the ground. Sad really. Also I can manipulate anyone. With a look I can make you bow to my feet. So it is best to keep me happy. Or I will make you doing something you are bond to regret later.
Yes, there is some side things, like If you are going to eat cooked meat, please let me off to another room. Unless you do not value your carpet. I vomit whenever I smell cooked meet. Away from that- Any food you feed me must have blood in it. Or else I cannot eat it. That or you can let me feed from you...~.
Also. I....Well....I crave attention. I need it! Without the proper attention I get really emotional. I don't like it and certainly will not either! And you can NEVER leave me along for longer than five minutes. I will cry. It's something I never liked to happen since I was a child so...It stuck. Do not judge me okay! I also love all sweets, I am even daring enough to try them without blood! They taste weird though. One more thing. You are not allowed to call my by my first name. Only if I allow you to. Now off with you!
The person that works my mind is not me, but Hidden Under The Mask
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