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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Wed Jan 15, 2014 11:05 pm
Slave & Master profile codes are here
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:
Karina Dorner - Color Me Fubar pg: 1
Linnea Moore - Color Me Fubar pg: 1
Sayuri - Navashuryn pg: 1
Amaränthae - PhantomHoofbeats pg: 1
Hope Renee Mendoza - Anzen Hatsukoi pg: 2
Male:
Kael Fáfnir - Navashuryn pg: 1
Khshayarsha Malek Sa'id Roshan - Navashuryn pg: 1
Dru Christopher Casey - Eriyonai pg: 2
Tevia - Eriyonai pg: 2
Elliot Jackson - `MaliceMizer pg: 2
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:10 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Karina Dorner
O t h e r N a m e s:: Meg, Kitty, Sparky
A g e:: 26
B i r t h d a y:: August 16th
O r i g i n:: Schwaz, Austria
S p e c i e s:: Human
H a i r C o l o u r:: strawberry blonde - but I dyed it years ago to the pink you see
E y e C o l o u r:: bright baby blue
H e i g h t:: 5'6"
B u i l d:: hourglass figure, nice and curvy and not too skinny
S e x u a l i t y:: bi-curious, but I prefer men
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Hourglass, Ruby, Rose, Pencil, Broken Heart
C o l o u r s:: Hot Pink, Purple, Orchid
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L i k e s::
☑ money
☑ nice things
☑ flowers, especially roses
☑ any sort of music
☑ primping - makeup, nail polish, getting my hair done, stuff like that
☑ dancing
☑ sex and all that good stuff
D i s l i k e s::
☒ sad movies
☒ romance
☒ being hit
☒ oranges
☒ having to do menial tasks
☒ old people
T a l e n t s:: I can play the guitar, or at least I like to play it. Uh, dancing, maybe not ballroom sort, but...yeah, dancing. Got some other talents I can't really list, I don't think it's appropriate? I can cook, fed myself for years after all, and I'm good with books and numbers - again, had to budget myself. Doesn't mean I like it. Oh! I'm pretty good at medical stuff and I like to give massages, except when my hands start to cramp.
Q u i r k s:: Romance. I hate romance. Chick flicks, rom-coms, professions of love - all of it. I hate it. Makes me nervous and angry and regretful and just...ugh. No. I tend to flick my thumbs together when I'm lying or just plain nervous, and I lick my lips when I'm bored, or hungry, or anxious...hey, I'm human, okay?
S k i l l s:: Average human here, sorry
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Uhhh...well, I'm pretty laid-back and relaxed, I suppose. I like to just have fun and enjoy life, I don't take much seriously. With the sort of life I have, what's the point? I mean, I have a heart, and a soft spot for animals and stuff. But I'm not exactly a bleeding heart that's going to cry over every sob story I hear. I guess I'm too cynical for that, I don't really believe in god or in the 'goodness of people' or anything like that. But I'm not really abrasive or sarcastic, got used to just pretending I wasn't and now that's sort of a habit that's stuck on me. Uh, what else...I'm not really shallow, but I'm not really...I don't have some deep, dark past or some tragic soul or something. I had shitty stuff happen and I worked around it and I didn't really come out on top, but I'm not...really at rock bottom, I guess? I dunno how to say it. I just don't see the point in dwelling on things, it doesn't really do much other than give you wrinkles and gray hair.
H i s t o r y:: Eh. I came from a middle-class family, I guess lower-middle-class? I was clean, had food, got good grades and had friends at school. I wasn't some delinquent. I actually sort of wanted to go into vet school and was keeping up my grades to try to get scholarships since there was no way in hell my family could afford to send me. Besides, I had an older brother and he was getting some scholarship for football, so I sort of felt like I had to follow in his steps, or example, whatever. My parents divorced when I was sixteen, my mom never really liked being a 'mom', and we stayed with my dad after she took off. So no, I don't have daddy issues, thanks for asking.
Honestly, not much changed. It was quieter without all the fighting, that was really it. Everything else stayed the same and we didn't really notice much different around the house. Although, a few days before I graduated high school, and my brother had already gone off to college, my dad hung himself in the bedroom. I found him and that was sort of a shock. People keep saying I was screaming, but I don't really remember that at all. I got sent to live with some friends, didn't have any relatives nearby to go to and I didn't want to anyway. We lived a few miles from the city and I borrowed my friend's car to get a job.
The job I got wasn't ideal, but yeah. I started out as a server for a strip club. Not a dancer or anything, I just put on a skimpy outfit and got the men all boozed up. Not too awful. I made plenty of tips. After a while I was asked if I was interested in dancing and figured I could make good money, so I said 'sure'. Not my best idea, but for a while it wasn't the worst, at least. I did make a lot of money, especially in tips, and I just didn't really tell anyone where I worked. Just that it was a night job and no one really cared enough to ask me, which was fine with me. I lost touch with my brother, he didn't really want anything to do with home after dad was gone, so it wasn't like I had family close to me. I got into doing 'extra' stuff after hours to make more money, too. Nothing I'm proud of, but hey, I usually enjoyed it and I got more income.
After a few years of that, I was approached one night as I was going to my car, asking if I wanted to make a living a lot better than the one I had now. Obviously I was curious and asked what he meant. Essentially, I ended up being a 'slave', thinking it was more like private employment or something like that. Well, wasn't I stupid. I've had...four masters. The first was some old, perverted man, but at least he treated me okay. The second, his son when daddy dearest died, was more of the physical sort and I got a few scars from him that are easy to hide and nothing major that traumatize me. The next one I got sold to was a husband and wife team that sort of more wanted a maid that looked good than anything else, so that was okay. And then the last one...yeuch. I like sex, but....yuck. And now I'm here, waiting to see if anyone feels like a slave like me. Fun fun.
Color Me Fubar
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:10 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Linnea Moore
O t h e r N a m e s:: Linn, Christmas
A g e:: Twenty-Five
B i r t h d a y:: August 15th
O r i g i n:: somewhere in Conneticut
S p e c i e s:: A chimera - scientific, not mythological. I'm a human.
Not true, though Linn doesn't know. She is half Aos Si and half mortal.
H a i r C o l o u r:: light brown, the color of wet sand
E y e C o l o u r:: two colors, I have heterochromia - my right is green and my left is a reddish-brown
H e i g h t:: 5'6"
B u i l d:: hourglass, a bit on the skinny side and somewhat lanky
S e x u a l i t y:: straight
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C o l l a r:: Chain
C h a r m s:: X, Violin, Broken Mirror, Broken Heart, Spatula, Paint Brush
C o l o u r s:: Maroon, Grey, Indigo, Yellow
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L i k e s::
☑ talking to Thomas
☑ reading
☑ drawing
☑ cooking
☑ quiet places
D i s l i k e s::
☒ angry people
☒ violent movies
☒ fish
☒ family places
☒ questions
T a l e n t s:: I can cook okay, I sort of like it. I can also play instruments well, my favorite are the violin and piano. Is being quiet and out of the way a talent?
Q u i r k s:: I hate fish, I hate fish tanks, period. I won't even go in the ocean. And...well, this is awkward. I'm a chimera, the embryo of my twin and I fused together when we were in our mother's womb. I really like German Chocolate cake, and brownies. They're a weakness for me. Thomas likes cherries, and thankfully I do too, so I don't have a nasty taste in my mouth. When he takes over my body, I have no say in what he does.
Our father was an Aos Si. The man I killed was our step-father, our mother being left when she was pregnant with us. Like Linn said, I like cherries. I also tend to eat fast food when I'm in her body, as well as swear quite a bit.
S k i l l s:: I have...well, I have my soul, and then I have his soul. I can see him, almost like a ghost, and talk to him, hear him in my head. He can take over my body, keep me from remembering bad things, protect me...I don't have magic and can't do anything special, other than that.
Linn actually can take energy from people with a touch, but she just doesn't know she does it. And her ability at playing the piano and violin, and any instrument she tries...that is from our father, although I haven't told her about him.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I guess sort of quiet? Bookish, even. I prefer quieter activities, I guess that's out of habit from trying to just be quiet and out of the way, not drawing any attention to myself. Now I don't really know if that's a personal preference or a habit. I'm obedient and I really, really don't like raised voices, they make me flinch and you can make me do almost anything you want if you scare me. I love reading, though, it's an escape from reality and who doesn't like that? I also enjoy playing instruments when I have the chance, though I haven't since I left school and wasn't in band anymore. Violin was my favorite, with piano a close second. Both can bring out so much emotion with just a few simple notes...I guess I'm...well, I'd be sort of a daydreamer, if I wasn't so worried about missing an order and being punished for it, so I tend to be more paranoid than anything. And I'm a hard worker!
While Linn is quiet and subservient, I'm the one that makes sure no one hurts her anymore. I'm aggressive, rude, violent if necessary - I'm the opposite of my twin, for good reason. I protect her from the bad things out there and keep her safe...even if I failed for a long time. If you treat her right, I won't bother you. If something happens that I don't like, however, be prepared to face the consequences of your actions.
H i s t o r y:: My life wasn't a happy one, I can tell you that. My mother got pregnant when she was still in high school and always said I was a mistake that never should have been born. Maybe she didn't abandon me, but that didn't mean I had a mother. My father was...well, when I was very, very small, I think he was kind. I don't remember. But then I got older and he was a very, very cruel man. Very strict, very harsh. Nothing I did was good enough, or right, and until I was eight my life was full of beatings, being sent to my room without dinner, unable to go out with schoolmates. I worked so hard at school, throughout my entire life, simply trying to please him. He had a fish tank of piranhas and he used to stick my hands in if I did something 'wrong' - I have the scars of all the times they would chew on my fingers, still.
When I was eight, that was when the nightmare started. My father...my father sexually abused me and my mother knew about it. She blamed me, was jealous of me for 'taking her husband' from her, and ignored me when I begged her for help. I was far too scared to go to anyone at school and retreated further and further into myself. After two years - that was when I found Thomas. He simply...took over my body one day and refused to let me back in until it was over with. From then on, he protected me, kept me from having any more horrific memories of what my father did to me, and was my best friend. If I ever had the courage to tell anyone, I'm sure they would say I was crazy, but I'm not. He's here with me, he's part of me.
I graduated with honors - like I said, I worked hard. I wanted to go to college, and that was when everything turned sort of upside-down and around. My father refused to let me go, wanting me to stay at home. And he grew...one night he was especially violent. I don't remember what happened, I never remember when Thomas takes over. I don't even remember how I ended up in the hospital, bleeding from the beating he'd been giving me. It's all a blank and Thomas refuses to tell me what happened, or what he did. Honestly, I think I'm better off not knowing. I didn't have any healthy insurance and with hospital bills, I had no way to pay. So I was given an offer - be a 'slave' and this woman would pay off my debt. I didn't really have much choice...and here I sit.
I took over when that b*****d she thinks is her father began to hurt her and I was strong enough to take control of her mind, shielding her. I just wish I could have done it sooner. I finally had enough. He wasn't going to ruin her whole life, not now that I could do something about it. It's a power from our father, blue fire. I burned him to death, and our mother, and the house. Linn wasn't hurt, at least not from that. And now I have to keep her from being hurt in this place, where I can barely use my powers with all the magic around here. But I won't let someone take her who'll use her for their own sick entertainment. I'll kill them first.
Color Me Fubar
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 12:34 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Calanthe Luljeta (lool-yeta) - My names are odd; each "parent" picks a name and they get put together in alphabetical order so each one of us is unique.
O t h e r N a m e s:: Cally, Lulu.
A g e:: Just gone two-hundred, I'm only a youngster. (appears to be in early twenties)
B i r t h d a y:: September 24th - the first month of the Southern Hemisphere Springtime
O r i g i n:: An island just off the coast of Australia; Bedarra Island
S p e c i e s:: I'm a Spirit of Spring with a difference; I'm a hybrid spirit, I had a parent that was a Rain Spirit
H a i r C o l o u r:: A kind of white blonde-pale pink sort of colour; it depends on the light.
E y e C o l o u r:: Bright spring blue.
H e i g h t:: 5' 2½" (animal form stands 3' 0.5" at the shoulder)
B u i l d:: Lithe and graceful like a dancing petal caught in a breeze; leggy like a spring lamb yet with the body shape of any good, young maternal woman.
S e x u a l i t y:: My kind do not mate to reproduce.. But I classify myself as Demi-Heterosexual.
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C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace
C h a r m s:: Heart, Book, Ballet Shoes, Tree, Bow & Arrow, Music Note
C o l o u r s:: Gold, Deep Purple, Light Pink, Orange
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L i k e s::
☑ The outdoors
☑ Singing & Dancing
☑ Reading // peaceful relaxing
☑ Warm Rain
☑ Springtime
☑ Thunderstorms
☑ Caring/Looking after someone/something
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Fire
☒ Violence // Fighting
☒ Blood & Gore
☒ Ignorance // Rudeness
☒ Wintertime
☒ Pesticides
T a l e n t s:: I can dance pretty well; my kind dance to bring in spring showers, just like how we sing to coax flowers to bloom. Yes, I can sing well, and I like to dance and sing most when I'm happy. I have a pretty photographic memory when it comes to places and people; I may forget names of people and places but I remember what they look like.
Q u i r k s:: I chew my lower lip when I'm nervous or thinking - you can usually tell one from the other since I look peaceful when in thought. I space out if I'm left alone outdoors in a pretty garden, and this usually causes plants to bloom around me.
S k i l l s:: Being a hybrid, I've adopted talents from my pollen mother and seed father; my pollen mother was a Spirit of Spring, my seed father was a Rain Spirit. Yet, because I'm a hybrid, my skills are weakened to balance each other out.
Rain Spirit skills: Since I'm only half a rain spirit, my powers are weakened, so I can only create rain if it's already on it's way; all I really do is cause it to rain sooner, and only in a mile radius of my location. I can use the rain to heal minor flesh wounds, and in emergency situations, I can draw moisture from the air or a plant to create a life-saving water source. I can use the rainwater to defend myself, either as a shield or painful hail stones.
Spirit of Spring skills: I can change into an animal form to represent the beauty and power of the season I am part of (a deer with a little extra something). In my animal form, my powers are mildly enhanced, but in both forms I can help flora grow and blossom (if I sing they bloom and grow faster and stronger), I can create flowers from the earth (if I was a pure spirit I would be able to make any kind of plant from the smallest specks of earth), and I can grow medicinal plants. In Spring, flowers will bloom in my hair, and if my tears hit the earth, flowers will grow where they drop. Even as a hybrid, in spring my powers are much stronger.
Mixed skills: Thanks to being a hybrid, I've been given an added power than neither of my halves have - I can control the weather within a mile radius of my location. This differs from simply controlling the rain, since (as long as it's pre-determined by the atmosphere) I can manipulate the weather to favour the environment. It's not a permanent change, and generally only lasts a few hours, but it's nice to have a break from the cold every so often. I can also use my rain powers in conjunction with my animal form to protect and fight for someone's safety.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: While I'm a peaceful person, and enjoy a good relax on the couch, I'm also a bundle of energy. Since Spring is the season of rebirth, mating and baby animals, I'm generally quite active and ready to go. Sure it's nice to sit around the house and read a book, but I don't like to be stuck inside for too long. People look at me and assume I'm this frail, fragile creature because I was born from a plant, but I'm not. If I absolutely have to, I will fight to protect those that need it. I have strong motherly instincts, so they tend to show up around those I begin to form a bond with. To those that earn my trust - I never judge on first impressions, but it doesn't mean I'll trust you immediately - I will defend you to the end. While I do not like violence, bloodshed or anything along those lines, if they are needed to protect someone, I will bend and fight with honour.
While I can be quite stubborn, thanks to the animal form I take, I am generally the first to back off and admit when I'm wrong. I detest confrontation as I don't see it leading anywhere, and I would rather try and work to a compromise so everyone can be happy. Because of my affinity to spring, I'm quite a romantic person, which usually goes into overdrive in spring (my kind do not mate, so it's not that kind of romantic feelings thank you), so I generally prefer to be around someone I call 'friend'; I don't like to be alone in spring and I can become quite distressed if I don't have someone to share some happiness with. I become more touchy-feely in spring, and much more clingy, but do not confuse these for amorous or sexual intentions - I just like to hug in spring because of the season.
H i s t o r y:: Like most spirits and creatures of the land, I wasn't born from a woman. As long as there is a pollen carrier and a seed carrier, a new spirit can be made. It's not uncommon for elemental and seasonal spirits to cross-pollinate each other, in these cases it's almost always a male and a female. My "parents" (my mother was the pollen carrier while my father was the seed carrier) were two different spirits, and their genetics managed to combine perfectly to create hybrid little me. I was born on a tropical island off the coast of Australia, and that is where I lived for a number of years undisturbed.
While hybrids were rare, seeing as most tended to keep the gene pool clean, I was still accepted in both clans although most of us tended to live alone. We had friends, socialised in our native animal forms, and generally kept to ourselves. It was nice, living in peace and quiet, up until the humans found our island. It was only a matter of time before they made their way over, and at first we thought we were safe in the dense forests - they only wanted to explore the coastline and the forests were incredibly thick. But as the years passed and some of us spread to different islands because they didn't want to take the risk, the ones of us that stayed thought we were safe now.
We were wrong.
The humans came back, intending to turn the island into a resort location. We stayed hidden for as long as possible, but it became harder and harder to hide, and our numbers began to fall. A deer wasn't an odd sight, and I was relatively safe for a little while longer, but as soon as it hit spring and my antler's bloomed, my luck ran out. I had no kin left to protect, and likewise no-one was left to protect me; I was captured and sent away.
For the last fifty years I've been travelling around the world, being passed on to different families. I was sold at first as an exotic being, a Spirit that had an enchanted animal form. But as vampires, werewolves and even mermaids began to show up, I became less of an exotic creature and more of a rarity. I was bought at first as a show piece, a pretty woman to hang off the arms of rich men. Then, I was sold as a nanny, a kind of child minder who was also strong enough to protect the fleshy things from danger. My happiest time was living with a single father, looking after his two young children. We lived in the country, and I had some freedom, but the man wanted more from me. He found me physically attractive and wished for me to feel the same. I told him I do not love for looks, and never could. I was cast aside and abandoned in favour or a woman who he could persuade to love him.
I wound up at the Hotel by chance. A trader found me in my deer form, sick and injured and took me in. I should have known what he was going to do, but I just didn't want to fight. When he sold me to the Hotel, I felt hope. They didn't classify me as one thing, but instead just listed my talents and gave me a nice room. I actually felt safe, and like I'd have a reason again. I do not like the slave life, but if this place can keep me away from people who would otherwise abuse me for not sleeping with them, then so be it. I'd like to find a Master that can utilise my skills, or even better... Understand my uniqueness. I'd like my nature affinity to not be ignored; I want to be amongst flowers and nature again. I miss it.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 8:20 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Kael Fáfnir
O t h e r N a m e s:: There's nothing that I will in particularly answer to outside of Kael.
A g e:: Five-hundred and Five, but I appear to be in my twenties.
B i r t h d a y:: November 1st
O r i g i n:: Somewhere in Europe; I've forgotten exactly where.
S p e c i e s:: Fire Dragon
H a i r C o l o u r:: Black with red highlights.
E y e C o l o u r:: Golden
H e i g h t:: 6'3"
B u i l d:: Athletic with a lot of hard muscles.
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: Chain (was originally leather)
C h a r m s:: Sword, Shield, Book, X, Broken Mirror, and Broken Heart
C o l o u r s:: Yellow, Brown, Grey, and Black (was originally Dark Red until he killed a master)
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L i k e s::
☑ Treasure
☑ My Own Territory/Space
☑ Flying
☑ The Outdoors
☑ Peace and Quiet
☑ Hot Things
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Fighting (at least, not anymore)
☒ Pain
☒ Hunger
☒ Loud Noises
☒ Being Confined and/or Chained Up
☒ Cold Weather
T a l e n t s:: I am very good at fighting and hunting. Does being a good flyer count? I also know a few very old languages, but that's about it. There isn't a lot of time to learn anything else when one is being used as a fighter.
Q u i r k s:: When upset or angry, smoke sometimes comes out of my nostrils, a clear warning sign to those around me. Before I was captured, I liked to roll in my gold piles? That is now just a faint memory. I can be very animalistic at times... I also have old battle wounds that ache from time to time, especially when a storm comes in, so that can make me more ornery than normal.
S k i l l s:: I can usually change between my Human Form and Dragon Form at will. There is a spell on my collar, though, that prevents me from changing out of my human form. I can still do partial changes, but it isn't the same. Fighting would be so much easier if I could just chomp the competition, wouldn't it? Like any Fire Dragon, I can breath fire in either form. Other than that, I am much stronger than a human, and possess heightened senses of smell and sight. I can even see in the dark. Also, I have a sort of... internal radar that every dragon possesses that allows me to locate anything that I consider to be my "treasure", no matter where it might be.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I can be a bit unstable, having received little, if any, kindness over my years as a slave. I probably wouldn't even really know what to do if someone did show me kindness, to tell the truth. Like any other dragon, I can feel possessive and protective over anything I feel is my "treasure". It has just been a very long time since I've had anything that I can really call my own, though, not even a bed. A bit of a loner, I don't like to talk much, and I can be a bit snappish at times. I am a bad temper on steroids. Secretly, I yearn for the outside world, since it has been years since I've seen it. What I wouldn't give to spread my wings and fly away..
H i s t o r y:: Fire dragons are all pretty solitary creatures, and very territorial; we don't like being around others of our kind except for our life mates, which I haven't found yet, and probably never will the way my life has been going. I don't really remember when I was caught and turned into a slave. Whenever it was, it was a long time ago. By now, my territory and treasure that I had spent countless years collecting is long gone. No doubt some young dragon stole it ages ago. It's a real shame, too; I vaguely recall how much I liked it there. There had been a series of caves, and a lake, and... Well, what is the point on dwelling on it now? It is long gone!
Over most of my time as a slave, I have been used in underground fighting rings, where owners pit slave against slave in matches that are often to the death. Needless to say, I was often victorious, but I have many, many scars, both external as well as internal. Fight after fight after fight... So many that I lost count. There were many battles where it was a very close call, and I nearly died. Those fights... changed me into someone I'm not even sure I know anymore. My body aches now whenever a storm comes through... I don't even need to see the outside world to know that it is there.
My last owner was particularly cruel and abusive. Beating me, starving me... All in the name of "training". There was only so much of it I could take. So, eventually I just snapped, killing him. I think I might have even enjoyed it a little, if I am to be honest... I don't regret it, that's for sure. I have many regrets from my long life, but that is not one of them. If I were given the chance, I would probably do it again. That was how I ended up back in the slave market, this time considered far more dangerous than I was before.
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G i v e n N a m e:: Khshayarsha Malek Sa'id Roshan
O t h e r N a m e s:: Kshasharsha (someone mangling my first name), Malek
A g e:: About 1000 years... Maybe 1500... I've kinda lost count out of boredom. I look in my twenties, I think.
B i r t h d a y:: Uhhh, it was sometime in the fall... Or was it spring? I forgot, okay!
O r i g i n:: Somewhere in the Middle East... I think it was very near Persia, or what is now modern day Iran.
S p e c i e s:: Djinn
H a i r C o l o u r:: Reddish, I guess?
E y e C o l o u r:: Orange-ish
H e i g h t:: 6'2" (I was much taller, but a previous owner wished that I was shorter, so I obliged.)
B u i l d:: A statuesque and muscular build that could also be considered well-built or "strapping", if you will. Quite a few old women have called me a "strapping young man", which is kind of funny considering I am quite a bit older than they are... Over 10 times as much, in most cases!
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight... I think?
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Star, Book, Wand, Violin, Jester Hat, and Rattle
C o l o u r s:: Sea Green, Light Blue, Yellow, and Brown
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L i k e s::
☑ People pronouncing my first name correctly
☑ Watching the sunrise
☑ Babies and/or children
☑ Hot summer days
☑ Lovely things
☑ Being free
☑ At least some consideration
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Selfish people
☒ Imbeciles
☒ Bad smells
☒ Noisy eaters and/or slobs
☒ Men in general
☒ Being bored
☒ My milk jug
T a l e n t s:: Does annoying people count as a "talent"? I'm going to consider it a talent, since it is something I do very well. In fact, I think I might have made it into an art form. Otherwise, I am very good at playing some of the older instruments, especially a few that haven't been played in about a thousand years or so. I also seem to get along just fine with children and most household pets.
Q u i r k s:: Some might say that I have selective hearing... and they might be right. I do like to twist the words around of people I don't like, that's for sure. Let's see, what else is there... I can't go very far from my milk jug, and there is magic placed on it that prevents me from touching it and/or destroying it? Is that a quirk? This makes it so that if my master or mistress were to say leave it in the kitchen, I will have to stay in the kitchen, etc. It can be a real pain sometimes, but luckily I don't need to really eat, sleep, or use the restroom... even though I like to do those things just for the heck of it.
S k i l l s:: I can technically grant an infinite amount of wishes to my master or mistress... with limitations, of course. My people started passing around the "three wishes" limitation for a reason, though, and that is to prevent one of our own from being in the hands of a cruel or evil owner for too long. It is a story we've been telling for thousands of years, and I'm not about to change it anytime soon. As for the things I will not grant, they are as follows: one cannot wish for more wishes (for obvious reasons), they cannot wish someone's death, and they cannot wish for someone to fall in love with them. Anything else is pretty much up for grabs and is actually up to me on whether or not I will grant them. I do retain some form of free-will, after all. I will, of course, explain these things to my new owner when they acquire me... Or I'll just give them a ferret if I don't feel like explaining it to them at that time and they make what I consider a "bad wish". Perhaps I might even be generous and not count it against their "three wishes"...
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I can be described as a royal pain in the a** sometimes. Alright, maybe all of the time to most (if not all) of my previous owners... I can't help it that they have all annoyed me at some point, though. I also can't help if I sometimes have... misheard some of their wishes from time to time, or chose to grant a wish that they didn't really want simply because they said the words "I wish" at the beginning. How am I supposed to tell the difference between "dessert" and "desert", especially with the way some of their accents make it sound? It's an honest mistake, really... Anyone could make it. Perhaps if they had been a little nicer to me and used the words "please" and "thank you", I would have been more careful with what wishes I granted for them.
Oh, but I do take such pleasure from irritating people like that from time to time, especially knowing that they can't touch me if I don't want them to. I hate being bored, which happens quite a lot, so I take whatever entertainment I can get whenever I can. So, perhaps a bit of my attitude is just a tiny bit intentional. So, sue me for wanting to have a bit of fun! That's what you mortals do in this day and age, is it not? Silly mortals and their strange customs...
Other than being intentionally irritating to people who annoy me, I can be a bit on the energetic side... Being stuck in a milk jug for who knows how long often leaves me with a lot of excess energy to burn off. Too bad I only really get to use this energy to annoy my inferior and selfish masters and mistresses... I can only imagine what I would do if I actually wanted to please a master or mistress. Perhaps I would even want to stay with them... I have yet to come across someone who makes me want to stay with them for very long, though.
H i s t o r y:: At the beginning, I lived as any free djinn did, traveling from place to place, and causing mischief from time to time if it fit my mood. And believe me, it fit my mood a lot back in those days. What can I say, I was a young djinn, and that was what young djinn did a lot! Then, I fell in love with a human,and everything changed.
For it is highly forbidden among my kind to have intimate relations with humans; we are a proud race and commonly view them as "inferior beings". This offense is made worse if said relationship produces offspring, which is what happened in my case. She was so... beautiful, though, and she had such a pure heart. How could I not love her and the daughter we had together? I still remember the look of pure joy in her eyes as she held our child for the first time. Those were happy times, full of fond memories, but it was not to be.
As punishment for my "crime", I was placed into a milk jug and magically bound inside it unless released by a new "master", and I never saw my family again. Years went by, and I was passed from one master to the next. I hated most of them, or at the very least disliked them, and all of them were selfish to the core. It was always "me, me, me" or "I, I, I", and never once did they ask me for my opinion. Lucky for me I never had to stay with them for very long, for as soon as they used up their "third wish", it was back in the milk jug and off to the next "master".
Sometime during those years, I ended up in the slave business, where I was passed around for another hundred years... Or maybe it was fifty. It's really impossible to keep track of time when one is stuck in a milk jug, you know! Especially when all you get are imbeciles and selfish people as owners... Why can't people show a little consideration every now and then? The world has definitely changed over the years... Sometimes for the better, but oftentimes for the worse. I guess I just have to get used to it, though, since even I can't change the past.
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 8:28 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Sayuri
O t h e r N a m e s:: I have actually been called many things in the past... Some nice, some not so nice. I kinda like Sayuri the best, though.
A g e:: Fifty-Eight (or was it Fifty-Nine?), but I appear to be in my late teens/early twenties...
B i r t h d a y:: March 3rd
O r i g i n:: I'm... not entirely sure... (Was born from a special tree located in the heart of the elf forest.)
S p e c i e s:: I am a kirin... Or so I've been told.
H a i r C o l o u r:: A pale, golden blonde...
E y e C o l o u r:: Purple?
H e i g h t:: 5'4"
B u i l d:: Well, I have been described as willowy with a slightly hourglass figure.
S e x u a l i t y:: Ummm... I'm not really all that interested in sex, but I guess I could be considered Hetero-Romantic Asexual?
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Cloud, Music Note, Ballet Shoes, Violin, Broken Heart, and Tree
C o l o u r s:: Gold, Sea Green, and Deep Purple
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L i k e s::
☑ Being Outside
☑ Music
☑ Peace and Quiet
☑ Sleeping in my animal form whenever possible
☑ Small/Young Animals and Children
D i s l i k e s::
☒ The smell of blood
☒ Violence
☒ Anyone touching my horn, in human form or in animal form (it feels very uncomfortable to me)
☒ Pain and Punishment
☒ Dark and/or Enclosed Spaces
T a l e n t s:: I have been taught how to play several instruments, and I am a decent singer and dancer. I am able to perform other chores, such as cooking and cleaning, but I was meant more as a sort of... decoration or trophy piece, if you will. Besides, I tend to get very if I'm made to handle any meat... I can be a pretty fast learner, though, if given the chance.
Q u i r k s:: Well, I tend to shy away if it looks like someone is going to touch my forehead/horn... Even if that is not their intention. I also have trouble maintaining eye-contact for too long, though I've discovered that it is impossible for me to actually bow down to someone... I don't know why. It has caused me much pain and grief over the years, but it isn't something I can change. Also, the sight or smell of blood can greatly weaken me, and in severe cases, it can make me sick and render me pretty much useless...
S k i l l s:: Ummm... Well, I can change between my human form and my animal form at will... In times of weakness, I will revert back to my animal form, though, since that is my natural form. I also possess a minor healing ability, I have a bit of a green thumb, and I am also a bit of an empath, meaning I can feel others' emotions though I can't really do much beyond that... Perhaps I could do more over time and/or with some training, I don't know. I might even have a few latent talents that I haven't quite discovered yet... I don't know much about my species, after all, other than what I've been told.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I am usually calm and tranquil, and it can take actually take a whole lot to bother me; I prefer to just walk away and avoid any violence if I can, maybe even enjoy a cup of tea or something else that is peaceful. I have my weaknesses, though, and I can get very afraid... Usually in those instances, I like to stay in my animal form; for some reason, I feel a lot safer and secure that way... I think I have a soft spot for small and young animals, as well as children, and I believe I am a faithful creature at heart, if given half a chance... I do have a slightly stubborn side, though, and as I've mentioned before... I cannot bow down to anyone, even if I try.
H i s t o r y:: I am not entirely sure where I came from... I have been told that I was born from a tree located in the center of the elf forest, but I was stolen not long after I was "born" and raised in captivity. As a result, I know next to nothing of my own kind... Only bits and pieces that I've been told over the years, or managed to read in a book in secret. Apparently, I'm supposed to have things called nyokai and shinsei to protect me, but... Well, I never have had those sort of things.
Over the years, I've been passed around from master to master... I guess as the novelty of owning a kirin wore off, the desire to keep me wore off as well. Some of my masters got quite... angry with me, beating me or locking me in a closet or something when I couldn't bow down to them like they wanted me to. Why they wanted me to, I don't really know... Humans are as much as a mystery to me as being a kirin is, to be honest. I would love to get some answers...
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Posted: Thu Jan 16, 2014 8:29 am
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G i v e n N a m e:: Azriel Seraphim
O t h e r N a m e s:: Azriel, Azzy, Death... I did mention I was the Angel of Death, didn't I?
A g e:: I came into being several thousand years ago, give or take a few... I have been told I look to be in my twenties?
B i r t h d a y:: What is a "birthday"? I don't think I've ever had one... Saturdays are nice. I like Saturdays. Maybe my "birthday" is Saturday!
O r i g i n:: I came from Heaven, if that is what you mean...
S p e c i e s:: Fallen Angel
H a i r C o l o u r:: Brown
E y e C o l o u r:: Brown
H e i g h t:: 6'1"
B u i l d:: Uh... what is... They just told me to shut up and say I'm "tall and athletic"... Whatever that means...
S e x u a l i t y:: What is sex... Oh, what am I attracted to? I haven't really thought of it, since it has never come up before... I guess I like girls?
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C o l l a r:: What is a "collar"? Oh, you mean this thing around my neck? I think they said it was something called... "Velvet"? I've never encountered it before... It is rather soft, though. I like it.
C h a r m s:: You are talking about these things hanging off the "collar", right? Let me see... I know that one is a Book! There is also a Crescent Moon... a Chain... a Tree... and is that supposed to be a Halo? Oh, and there's this strange circle with a stick coming out of it... I don't know what it is supposed to be.
C o l o u r s:: Oh, I know what colors are! The ones around my neck, right? Let me see... They are Orange, Gold, Sky Blue, and Light Pink?
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L i k e s::
☑ My brother, Malachi
☑ Animals, flowers, and nature in general
☑ Being outdoors
☑ Trying new things
☑ Something called... "candy"?
☑ Uh... Saturdays?
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Getting my wings wet
☒ Being cooped up
☒ Being alone
☒ Cold weather (It didn't used to bother me, but now it does.)
☒ Being treated like I'm stupid
☒ Mean-spirited people
T a l e n t s:: Talents? Hmmm... Well, I can understand and speak any language, including the ones that are thought to be long dead amongst humankind, though I'm not as talented as the Angel of Records, who can also read and write in them... I also have a good singing voice, though I couldn't partake in the choir as often as I would have liked... Oh, and I was one of the fastest fliers of Heaven... Not that I like to brag... Nor am I competitive... Besides, my wings have been feeling a bit tender since my fall...
Q u i r k s:: What are "quirks"? Oh, okay... So many confusing terms humans have... Well, if I don't know what something is, or if I don't understand something, I will ask questions... Sometimes people treat me like I'm stupid because of my questions, and I don't like it... Wouldn't you ask questions if you didn't know or understand something, though? Umm... Let's see... I kinda fidget when I'm made to stay in one place for too long? Or when I'm uncertain, or nervous, or... You get the picture. Someone once said I have "puppy-dog eyes"? I didn't really understand what they meant by that... My eyes are my own, not a dog's... I sometimes take things literally... So be careful with how you phrase something, or else I'll be even more confused. I also sometimes forget I cannot walk through things, like walls, anymore...
S k i l l s:: As the Angel of Death, I possessed the ability to separate a soul from its body after death just by simply touching them. If necessary, such as in cases where the deaths were destined to be violent and painful, I could separate a soul from a body to spare the soul from having to experience it before going on into the afterlife. This is sort of where my brother, Malachi, would come into play, since he would know which ones these were. Let's see... I also possessed the abilities to teleport and freeze time temporarily... For those cases where multiple deaths are to occur at the same time, often at different locations. I... am not certain if I can still do these things, now that I've been cast out of Heaven. I think I might still be able to blast a ball of energy out of my hands at opponents, like any other angel can? I haven't tried, though...
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I've never really had to describe myself before... Well, before I fell, I was very dedicated and loyal... I did what I had to do, no complaints... There wasn't a lot that bothered me, to tell the truth. I was pretty easygoing and, well, friendly. I was never unnecessarily cruel to the souls I had to collect... even if they had been cruel in life. It wasn't my place to judge them. I'm not sure what I did to get cast out of Heaven, but I like to think that I haven't really changed... I'm still pretty much the same person I was.
I was always highly curious about humanity, and have always wondered how things I saw in the human world worked, but couldn't act upon it back then... Like... what is that "television" thing, and how does it work? I wonder if I can take it apart and find out... I am still highly curious, and have so many questions... There is so much I don't know, or haven't experienced before... One of the people who brings me food and the like says it is "like taking care of a man-sized toddler"... Whatever that means... The human world can be quite a confusing world at times.
H i s t o r y:: Well, how should I begin? I have a rather long history... much of it quite boring. I suppose I should start at the beginning. I was never born the human way... Instead, I was willed into being by the One, a few minutes after Malachi, in fact. Having been brought into being at almost the exact same time, he and I are considered brothers in the angel world. We were kind of... partners, I guess you would say; I was given the task of being the Angel of Death, while he was given the task of being the Angel of Prophecy. I think he got the worst out of that deal, seeing as how he was never allowed to leave heaven...
Anyways, for as long as I can remember, Malachi and I have been working together... He would tell me which humans were going to die, where, when, and how, and I would go forth to lead them to where they were to be judged for their mortal lives and sent to either Heaven or Hell. You see, I was never the cause of death; I was simply there to separate their soul from their bodies, and to guide them afterwards... If I didn't do it, they would just end up being trapped in their dead bodies... unable to move or do anything, and that would be a fate worse than death, in my opinion.
The only true interactions I had with humans was upon death, since I could only be seen by those dying or already dead... I can tell you, it is still somewhat a shock to realize that someone can see me! I don't know if I'll ever get used to it... Where was I? Oh, yes! Being the Angel of Death! Anyways, I did my job faithfully, day after day, year after year... One might think I would find it all boring after a while, but... I found humanity to be quite fascinating, to be honest! I liked to watch their activities sometimes when I was out collecting another soul, but there never seemed to be enough time to do anything more than that... And most of the humans I collected weren't interested in answering any of my questions...
Anyway, this routine continued on and on for millenniums, until that fateful day when I was cast out of Heaven... I honestly don't remember anything of that day, so I don't know the reason I was cast out... I had to have done something bad, though, right? I wish I could remember...
As far as how I ended up in this place... Some nice people found me while I was wandering the streets after my fall, lost and... feeling things I have never felt before. I had never before felt things like cold, or hunger, or tired... Anyway, those nice people brought me here and gave me a room to stay. I have to say, while I appreciate not being cold or hungry... This room is quite lonely and empty... I wonder if Malachi is feeling as alone as I am now... We had always been together, after all... My heart kind of feels a little strange when I think of him...
Navashuryn
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 12:19 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Elijah Shea Weylyn
O t h e r N a m e s:: Shea
A g e:: Nineteen
B i r t h d a y:: February 14th
O r i g i n:: London
S p e c i e s:: Dream Incubus
H a i r C o l o u r:: A soft pink hue
E y e C o l o u r:: Hot pink in color. However they can change from darker hues of pink to light shades of red, depending on my mood.
H e i g h t:: 6'1"
B u i l d:: I have a muscular but lean build
S e x u a l i t y:: Homosexual
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C o l l a r:: Velvet
C h a r m s:: Ruby, Cloud, Bed, Rose, Lollipop, Heart
C o l o u r s:: Hot Pink, Plum, Green, Deep Purple
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L i k e s::
☑ Apples
☑ Sweets
☑ Singing
☑ Flowers
☑ Sweet Dreams
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Bees
☒ Smoke
☒ Sour Foods
☒ A Dirty Home
☒ Thunderstorms
T a l e n t s:: I love to sing and have ever since I was small. I think I have a rather nice pitch after all the lessons I have had. I'm an excellent cook and when I can, everything is sparkling.
Q u i r k s:: Whenever I am mad or nervous about something, I either play with my hair or I clean whatever I can get my hands on. It helps me relax for some strange reason, and once everything is clean I tend to calm down. 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.
S k i l l s:: 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.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: 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.
H i s t o r y:: I think it is all 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.
Elena Tresemme
Hot PinkxxSalmonxxDeep Pink RESERVED
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Posted: Sat Jan 18, 2014 11:00 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Flannery O'Hara
O t h e r N a m e s:: Deer, Fawn, Annie, Lannie
A g e:: Rather young, only about five-hundred (500) years old
B i r t h d a y:: February 2nd
O r i g i n:: Scotland, but grew up in England
S p e c i e s:: Skinwalker; Red Stag
H a i r C o l o u r:: Your typical Scottish red
E y e C o l o u r:: A pale violet-red
H e i g h t:: 5' 3"
B u i l d:: Athletic with mildly defined muscle tone, along with enough of a bust and rear to have a definite hourglass shape. Has much longer legs in relation to her torso, or so it appears
S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual, but is curious
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C o l l a r:: Lace
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Crescent Moon, Tree, Heart, Small Bell
C o l o u r s:: Blue, Gold, Deep Purple, Orange
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L i k e s::
☑ Cooler weather
☑ Apples
☑ Blossoming trees (cherry, plum, etc.)
☑ Friendship/Family
☑ Reading/Peacefulness
☑ Honesty
☑ Dawn/Dusk
☑ Floaty/Girly Dresses/Clothes
☑ Rain
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Fire
☒ Red meat
☒ Being alone for too long
☒ Thunderstorms
☒ Being tricked/deceit
☒ Guns/weapons
☒ Harm to nature
T a l e n t s:: Flannery can juggle, a pretty odd talent for someone that spent most of their life in an animal form. It started out as a way to pass the time, and now she can juggle most anything just simply because she can. She can also sew and knit, something that had come in handy when you lived out in forests and away from civilisation for so long. Fawn can make the most delightful vegetable soup ever tasted; soup for the soul and heart, as it's so healthy but so delicious. Fawn is pretty adept at braiding; hair, grass, whatever. She can weave the most beautiful braids with her skillful fingers.
Q u i r k s:: When confused or intrigued by something, Fawn will cant her head to the side and stare until things are explained. When happy and content, she will space off into her own world without much care for what's going on around her. When she gets close to someone and they earn her trust, she gets much more open and cuddly, and will affectionately rub her head on their shoulder or arms.
S k i l l s:: Being a Skinwalker, Flannery was once able to change into any kind of animal as long as she had it's pelt, bone or something that belonged to the animal. The pendant she wears around her neck is made from the bones of a Red Deer doe and stag, but because she took that form permanently for so many years, it is now the only form she can take, as her body has become too accustomed to the deer's genetic make-up. Depending on the season and her mood, she will either turn into a doe when she's feeling playful and happy, but will turn into a large stag when threatened or scared. In deer form, she can navigate through forests like any good deer and can track safe trails to avoid danger. Because the deers blood now runs so easily through her body, Flannery experiences the same Mating Season effects as all does, going into heat in spring. This affects her moods quite ferociously, and she will jump between flirty and grabby, to fretful and withdrawn. Usually Flannery attempts to hide during the mating season, as if she slips into her Stag form, she can get quite territorial.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Flannery is a sweet woman, with a heart of gold hidden behind a wall of nervous shyness. Like any good deer, Fawn is wary of almost any person that approaches her, but if she can sense they mean her no harm she will make an effort to befriend them. The moment any kind of violence is presented her way, the woman will run for the hills. It's her instincts that make her such a nervous person, but it's her humanity that draws her to make friends and get to know people around her.
Once you get past this wall of shyness and you earn her trust, Fawn will be the most loyal person to you. She will stay by your side if you are sick, and will do anything to make sure you are happy and comfortable. Flannery might not be the best cook, or may have trouble with some household cleaning objects, but she wouldn't stop trying to get things right until every option has been exhausted. The more Flannery likes you, the more affectionate she may become. In her human form she will get touchy, huggy and will try and hold the hand of the person she cares for. In her doe form she will gently nibble on fingers, hair and will nudge her head into hands and the crook of arms to get a pat. She is less affectionate in her Stag form, but if she really likes you, she will let you ride on her for a short distance.
Flannery's personality does change during Mating Season. While any other time she is very easy going albeit a little shy and tends to space out when content, during Spring she tends to change noticeably. Frustration wells up in the woman thanks to the animalistic desire to mate and find a mate thanks to her extended time spent as a deer, she tends to close up and withdraw herself away until the urges fade. Yet, on the other end of the scale, if she is friendly enough with someone, she will become suggestive, touchy, and will often hug them close to feel body contact. Being in animal form usually brings some form of relief as it means she can hide her body from sight; her hips and bust grow fuller to attract a mate. In doe form she pretty much acts like normal, save for being a little more skittish, but in Stag form she can get rather stubborn and territorial but won't lash out ever. Flannery is never violent. She might be angrier in her Stag form during spring, but she will never act on it.
H i s t o r y:: Born in Scotland, Flannery spent the early years of her life in the Highlands, living with the pack her parents were a part of. Being creatures of legend, the pack often moved between locations disguised as sheep or highland cattle to stay safe and sheltered. It was easier to find food as animals, and it offered more protection from people that sought her kind for amusement; selling them off to Circuses or sideshows as freaks. Her life was easy and carefree, and anytime they were faced with being sent to slaughter, they'd change back to their human forms and change into an inconspicuous animal to escape.
As the weather changed and the cold seasons brought famine to some places, and farms began to be destroyed to make way for manors and crops, her pack had to relocate. Finding their way to England, they set up home in the vast countryside about three-hundred years ago. It was here that the pack decided to live as the Red Deer found across Europe. Deer were fast and good at hiding, and they weren't hunted very often. It was safety and security at last. Yet, the longer they stayed as deer, the harder the Skinwalkers found it to turn back. Many became so accustomed to living as the deer after months of staying in one form, they lost the will to change back, and with that, Flannery and her family and four siblings decided to move on and find their own happiness. This wasn't to be, as only a decade after leaving, her parents couldn't cope with living mostly as humans, and their bodies just gave up. With their parents dead, Flannery and her siblings returned to the pack.
For many, many years the orphaned Skinwalkers moved with the pack, but didn't forget to change every so often. While her three sisters and one brother found mates in the deek flock, Flannery just wasn't ready to settle down. She wanted to explore still, to see the rest of Europe, to find more animals to change into. But her dreams were dashed when hunters found their small flock. Running with the deer, half of Flannery's pack from Scotland made it out safely with the Red Deer they had mingled with. The other half were hunted for sport, the biggest Stag's taken away for trophies. Finding her siblings corpses, the woman turned back and took the closest ribs to their hearts and crafted them into a necklace, throwing aside the deer tail she had used to keep changing into her deer form. Forever having her siblings close by, the woman was now able to change between a doe to run away, and a stag to protect herself.
It was another handful of decades before Flannery found herself in a spot of bother. Leaving the deer for a moment to bathe at the river nearby, her foot got caught in a snare trap. Unable to change back to a human form because of the pain, the fawn found herself trapped for two whole days, slowly bleeding to death. Luck have it, a sheep wandered past with a farmer shortly after. Staring up at him, pain in her eyes, the farmer took her home with his wayward sheep. Flannery found herself in a warm barn, with new animals friends in the care of the most kindly farmers in the area. Too scared to turn into her human form for fear of turning the farmers against them, Flannery soon had no choice when the farmer had to sell his land to pay bills - his farm was failing badly. Scared that he'd kill her for food, Flannery showed the man and his wife what she really was. At first they were shocked and confused, but soon they accepted her, the farmer's wife teaching the redhead how to sow and knit in exchange for her knowledge of how to live off the forest.
Flannery should have known it was too good to be true, the farmer and his wife doting on the deer-girl with clothing and other trinkets. When the farmer drove her into town and beyond, and when faced with the slave Hotel, Flannery knew what the man was doing. It hurt, it hurt badly that he was selling her, but she could see the desperation in his eyes. Trust in mankind forever damaged, the woman was taken inside and accepted her fate. Although new to the slave trade, the woman has proven herself to be a rather valuable asset to anyone after a thoroughly broken and tame slave.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
#C76114xx#EEC591xx#8B5F65 Note: Flannery is forever paired with Color Me Fubar's slave, Amaranth. They are a two-for-one pairing.
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G i v e n N a m e:: Amarantha Fausta Vibiana
O t h e r N a m e s:: Amara, Faust, Vivi...whatever you feel like
A g e:: I was first called into being in the seventh century, BC, I believe
B i r t h d a y:: unknown
O r i g i n:: Caere, now known as Cerveteri, a province of Ancient Rome and home to the Etruscans
S p e c i e s:: Lares Familiares
H a i r C o l o u r:: Brown
E y e C o l o u r:: Brown
H e i g h t:: 5'4"
B u i l d:: A slim waist with an hourglass figure, generous curves and a good carriage
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Heart, Crescent Moon, Star, Broom, Hourglass
C o l o u r s:: Deep Purple, Light Pink, Gold, Light Blue
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L i k e s::
☑ Music
☑ Dancing
☑ Prayers
☑ Poetry
☑ Helping her family
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Being prayed to for harmful things
☒ Losing a family
☒ War
☒ Swearing
☒ Science
T a l e n t s:: She can sing quite well and still remembers the ancient Etruscan language that is long dead. While Amara can't sew or cook or the like, she is faithful and loyal and is willing to do anything she has to in order to please her household.
Q u i r k s:: She actually grows nervous if it's been a while since anyone has prayed to her for a blessing. When she gets like that, she sneezes a lot. A special offering to give is cherry tomatoes, she has an inexplicable fondness for them.
S k i l l s:: As a Lares Familiares, Amara is able to grant good fortune and luck to the household she is bound to. If no respect is given, she is also able to withdraw any blessings she has bestowed on them. She is bound to heed any prayers or desires of the household she is bound to serve. Amara can appear visible or turn herself invisible if necessary.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Being a partial deity, but one who serves, Amara has a very submissive nature. She doesn't seek wealth or power for herself, but does as bade by whomever is in the household she bonds with. Generally she is very happy and relaxed, benevolent and kind. Nothing will make her day more than being able to impart a blessing or fulfill a desire of one who prays to her. Used to solitude, it doesn't bother her much at all, but she prefers to have company and people to speak to now that she is able to. Occasionally she will grow distressed if neglected, or if there is something she has to do that she doesn't wish to. When that happens, she can become depressed and mopey for days, still fulfilling her duties, but with none of the joy she usually finds in them.
H i s t o r y:: Amara was brought into creation by the Vibiana family, when they formed their household in the Eutruscan ages and prayed for a guardian for their family. She served them and their descendants faithfully for centuries, moving when they did, bringing them good fortune and luck and withholding it when prayers and sacrifices were neglected. Luck was boundless for them as long as they were faithful to her and she was more than pleased at the family. Generally they were good people and she was proud to watch over them, seeing them grow and age and pass on to the next life, their loved ones continuing the cycle. It was fascinating to watch humans and she was pleased she was never asked to do anything horrible.
In the reign of Julius Caesar, however, that changed. One of the sons of the household was a cohort of Brutus, a friend's father one of the senators involved in the assassination. She was not the only Lares Familiares that day to be prayed to, asking to assist in the assassination of the emperor. It made her ill to grant the boy luck and good fortune for murder, but like the others, she had no choice. However, all the luck in the world couldn't help the family when Brutus turned on those who had aided him, paranoid and suspicious. Her family was destroyed by centurions, wiped out to the last child.
With the bloodline gone, Amara had no one left to serve. She moved from house to house, filling in for an absent Lares until they prayed for their own, and was then sent out once more. It was an empty sort of existence for her and she took no pleasure in it. Sometimes she took on a human figure, to travel easier, or to communicate with humans and learn of what was happening in the world she was living in. Other spirits often spoke to her as well and she continued to travel. As faith in her gods and her own existence faded, she felt herself begin to fade and in a panic, formed a human body and refused to part from it. That would be her undoing.
A sorcerer was looking for unusual creatures to sell and came upon ancient documents. They outlined how to summon a Lares to a household and Amara was the one in the vicinity. She came happily, eager to serve again, and instead fell into a trap. After a time of answering questions the man had, she was sold and brought to the hotel for a tidy profit for him. One of the few there eagerly awaiting a master, she waits patiently for another household to grant her blessings on.
Color Me Fubar
#B3446Cxx#FC6C85xx#B94E48 Note: Amaranth is forever paired with N o i r Wafflesaurus' slave, Flannery. They are a two-for-one pairing.
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 8:28 pm
ＩxxＷＩＬＬxxＯＢＥＹ !!  ┅┅┅┅┅┅┅┅ ↘↘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:: Amaränthae [ æ mäh RÄHN thay ]
O t h e r N a m e s:: Amaran [ æ mäh RÄHN ]
A g e:: twenty-five
B i r t h d a y:: january thirty-first
O r i g i n:: the home clan of a location I will not reveal
S p e c i e s:: crystal dragon
H a i r C o l o u r:: wine red (same as my scales)
E y e C o l o u r:: pale blue-violet
H e i g h t:: 5'4"
B u i l d:: petite, fair bust, hourglass shape with legs slightly longer than torso but still mostly petite in proportion. useful in my trade, I guess.
S e x u a l i t y:: heterosexual
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C o l l a r:: leather
C h a r m s:: ruby : X : hourglass : rose : tree : sword
C o l o u r s:: hot pink : brown : dark red
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L i k e s::
☑ games/challenges
☑ intimacy, perhaps
☑ dominance/struggle/strength
☑ being taken seriously
☑ other dragons/taking true form
☑ open water/open air
☑ shiny things
D i s l i k e s::
☒ submission
☒ weakness/the weak/humans
☒ drama
☒ foolishness/stupidity
☒ constraints
T a l e n t s:: I am not human though I have that form forced on me at this time and have been for awhile. As a dragon I would call that my primary skill set, or should I say, talents. I am known by species as a crystal dragon though that is easily misunderstood. I am a part of the airdrake family even if they seem to not be associated with each other. As a dragon I do not breathe fire but rather poison gases. They are also flammable, however, so if combined with a spark or other flammable substance it can take the appearance of breathing fire. As for my species being crystal dragons, that is a little less directly associated. It has to do with our makeup, communal habits, and elemental powers. No, we cannot control crystals and make them grow and things like that, but we are attuned to that particular substance that can consume magical power. By storing energy within them, we can call upon its power at a later time. We can also feel them as living, breathing organisms throughout the earth as anyone can hear the wind through the trees or sand between their toes. It is rare to see one of my kind without a crystal of some sort and we have mastered many ways to use the ability. Now in my human form I can still call on this power when I can't with my others. Mind, it isn't a strong power and each crystal can only be used once before it has to be filled with energy again.
Q u i r k s:: Ah, what to say? That is the thing about quirks, you never really notice them. Though, many draconian aspects have carried over between forms if you know what to look for. How I smile, though very naturally human, is how a dragon smiles or how no matter what I wear I can move as silently as a wraith. How else do you think a creature so large covered in gem-like scales can move around without being noticed? The way I move is as my other form but on two legs not to mention personality quirks. I have a tendency to stroke my fingers back across my scalp to stroke my hair back when I'm thinking or annoyed though that doesn't have to do with my race. That is purely a human-like quirk. Oh, though back to my original point, I sometimes have a tendency to address things oddly and distantly. That is all I can think of but, then again, I probably don't notice all of my quirks.
S k i l l s:: When I was captured and made a slave, my true abilities were mainly restrained and made dormant by the collar around my neck. It was because of this that I began to develop new skills to replace the ones I had lost. If there was one thing I wouldn't allow, it would to be powerless. Considering my nature, it was not difficult to learn these new particular skills. As a predator, fighting and defense are second nature. Though instead of wielding tooth and claw I learned to use a very similar weapon: the dagger. It was easy enough to master it after I combined it with the technique of a dragon when hunting. I had no need to learn any other weapon and it was soon learned that my newfound skills (ones that did, actually, take many years to master in spite of all this) can be very useful than what I was already being used for (but also dangerous to them). I was soon also labeled as a fighter. Not a guard so much after that one incident. I always have a dagger on me, a small one strapped around my upper thigh. Can also be used to keep back unwanted hands.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: If there is one thing I like, it is that mysterious and unpredictable part of my who I am. Being in a human form for so long, it is sometimes hard to distinguish between my actions on whether they are draconian in origin or a human habit that has been picked up. There is a distinction between the two even though it is fine. Some are very obvious. The intimate games humans and humanoid beings play are different than what the dragon race would. Though no less intimate, they are quite different. Of course, some aspects of my opposite nature do leak in especially in that side that will not be dominated and is thrilled with a good challenge. I would also add that no one could doubt a dragon is looking through those eyes when I am pushed to the edge or act in defense. Death means little to me and is more difficult to humans who are omnivorous and who very rarely partake in killing their own meat. They also find it offensive to kill each other over disputes (unless, of course, it is commanded by their alphas to those apart from the dispute so suddenly it is alright? I never quite understood this logic). This is part of the nature of a dominant predator (which even in my slavery I will claim for my race) and will never be separated form me no matter what form I am in. The indifference in death and the swift efficiency without regret.
As my collar would also say I am flirty and seductive. I'll not disagree with this though it has to do more with that dominance and love of a challenge. That human side has been clearly incorporated with it here and I have nothing against the intimate games of the two-legged. I never forgot those of my other self though they are separate from this form unless there is another of my race who is deserving of it. Aside from that, though, I am not exactly human personality-wise as I have made clear above. I am not heartless even though my dual nature may sometimes try to dispute that claim. I do have a temper though I also have a long fuse, a bit surprising. It takes a bit more to get me angry though I wouldn't test and see what I am like when that happens. I also feel other emotions though show them in different ways. It really depends on the situation. As for the rest of what I am like, figure it out yourself. Some things are a bit too complex to write in a few words. Oh, and I'm a bit sarcastic and certainly sassy. If you wanted to know.
H i s t o r y:: I am not very old as you see and if you haven't been wondering, I'll pose the question now: is that age how long I have been "human" or the age when I was born as a dragon? See? I did make you wonder. Though, the answer is pretty simple. It is a bit of both. That is the age I am, though as a dragon it is a bit more complicated than that. Dragons mature quickly and we do not count our age until we are adults. So, I am a bit older than that if you want to count back to the day I actually hatched from my egg. Or how long I had been in there? Actually, the development is slow and even if we have fully developed within, we do not hatch until we sense plentiful resources in which to survive in outside of it. Time does not pass the same when you are inside and many years can pass without notice. I do not know how long I was there but I hatched to a common sight: no parents. It is neither rare nor common for a young dragon to hatch and find no one waiting there to raise them. I was not, however, abandoned by my race or community and would later find my parents. I would not be recognized by them, however, until a few years later when I came of age as an adult dragon.
One becomes an adult when they prove themselves before the clan as strong enough to be independent, not a burden, and can support and protect it as their equal. This can be done in many ways and by choice of the individual. It also shows creativity on their part. It is usually done in a feat of strength from the hunt, a challenge to another dragon, or how much weight they can lift. It can also be how swift they can fly, even how wise they are in the ways of the world. There are also shows of magical ability, skill at flight, or abilities as a warrior. So twenty-five years ago I was accepted into the clan as an adult. What did I do to prove I was worthy of it? I revealed my prowess as a huntress. I did not attempt trying to prove I was a warrior when that was certainly not where my skills lay. I was - and am - slightly smaller than the average dragoness and even as a human I am not very strong. I could not attack an adult dragon - especially not a male - on equal terms. I rely on cunning, trickery, and my smaller size for easier maneuverability. For one my size, they did not think I could nab such a large creature in such a short time though I brought it back swiftly. My parents who had believed me a runt accepted me afterwards. Not that it had as much significance as a human would recognize and other creatures as well. It was important for my position in the clan, however.
For many years that was how I lived my life. I earned a respected position in the clan as any adult wishes to do and life was comfortable. I never mated though it wasn't from lack of trying. There were no males of interest to me and as a female, I had every right to be picky about who I would have young with. It would certainly not be one lesser than I or not favorable in every way. Only the strongest have that right and I would be laughed out if I chose someone lesser than I and not greater or equal. I simply had to wait for another male. With our long lives, it did not matter if he was several generations longer. That would not happen, however, for a hunting trip ended in disaster.
The use of magic was not unknown to me nor other forms of power. I had also known what humans were and how to avoid them. But we did not go unnoticed in our secluded home territory. I should have noticed the trap but it was cunningly placed and I had grown arrogant in what I thought was an easy prey. What it was, was a trap set by individuals looking for a rare prize to sell for a good sum of money. It had been instinctive but my ultimate downfall. Dragons have the ability to shape-shift though I wouldn't call myself a skin-changer of any kind. It was a trait developed long ago in my race to protect ourselves from the hunters of dragon. It had gone mostly dormant in my clan that had no need of it but when attacked by humans, that dormant trait acted to protect me: I changed shape. After that, there was no going back. I was prevented from returning to my original form and their original intended purposes changed. With that I was put into the slave trade. Mind you, I never took kindly to it. Perhaps I forgot to mention my pride, I am very prideful as any dragon would be, I guess. And I was offended. I quickly learned to adapt to my situation, however, without submitting to it.
I guess you'll wonder why I have an "X" as a charm. It means I killed a master. Well, by then I was already known to have learned how to use human weapons and he had offended me. I didn't like him in the least, anyway, and his challenge was arrogant with nothing to back it up. Of course I slit his throat. It isn't like there is some dramatic story behind it. I am a dragon, he insulted me, and I did as he challenged. Though they labelled me with that big red charm on my collar so I let it be there as an extra jangling weight. They would use me now, though, for those means as well. Not that they will label me a guard since I killed a previous master. I don't think there is much more to say about my life that you would find interesting. I lived as a slave for pleasure because I didn't have much other use to them. As long as I didn't bare two-legged young I didn't really care all that much. It was useful in asserting lost dominance. Other than that, you can find a more interesting story elsewhere. I never pretended to having a sappy history or world-shaking event in my past.
phantomhoofbeats
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