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 Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 8:33 pm
Mikuo's Pet Profiles!!Greetings! Welcome to my small, and fairly modest, slave profile page. I'm an active role-player and I like to go for the long run. There are a few simple rules to this topic thread. -PM me if you are interested in a slave. Please do not post in this thread, as I like to keep it looking neat and tidy.
-If there isn't anything here that you like, I am more than willing to make customs.
-I would prefer a semi-lit to literate roleplay, so this means absolutely no text speak or one liners. I try for at least four to five paragraphs, but this doesn't require you to match my length.
-I am essentially game for any type of RP or partner. If you would like to set up parameters in our RP, such as the use of time-skips or "ratings," let me know. Call me the "Swiss-Army RP Partner."
-Ignore that previous attempt at a joke. It was poorly written, and I apologize.
-Finally, have fun. This is what our Captain would like us to do, so let's make her proud, huh?
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:02 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: Maldiel Age: I don't wish to give a number, but I was born one century after my mother's exile. Sexuality: Gender is of no importance to me. Gender: Clearly I am male. Race: If the red skin or horns didn't tip you off, I am a demon. ______Personal Information Biography: If you know the story of Lilith, then you should know my mother. She was a strong-willed woman, but the man she was with couldn't handle her, so he had her cast out of paradise and replaced with some submissive strumpet. My beloved father, however, loved her strength and took her in. Now before I continue: No, the Dark One wasn't my father. It was one of the fallen that fought alongside him. Personally, I pity my cousins fathered by him. Waaaay too much pressure, you know? Where was I...? Oh right... I came to be roughly one century after my mother was taken in by my father, joining in on the beginning generations of naturally born demons. Despite what people say, we demons make friends easily, so I wasn't particularly lonely growing up. It helped having friends, given that we lived in Hell. Anyway, much like how you humans have careers that you spend a majority of your life doing, we young demons have to go through the same. The only difference is that we don't have the luxury of choosing. We get assigned a job based off our genes and skills. Due to my softer appearance, I was chosen to serve as an incubus, designated to impregnate women using the seed of other human men. Personally, I would have liked to have been a deal maker or a collector of souls, but I cannot question my station in life. It's not my fault I'm handsome... The reason I'm in this blasted metal prison could be attributed to what I thought would be a routine summoning. I don't know what it is with you humans and playing with things beyond your understanding, but it can really be a drag for a busy demon. One second you're relaxing, the next to find yourself in a summoning circle, staring at a woman in a state of undress. I assumed she was the one who summoned me, perhaps to solicit my service, but as it eventually turned out, it was a set up to capture a demon. When the woman and I finished up, I was jumped by a group of people armed with religious paraphernalia and swiftly trapped. Needless to say, I was embarrassed to have been captured, but what could I do? I found myself in this cage and I was shipped off to a slave shop. Personality: Attributing it to my race, I am a being of intelligence and grace. I enjoy the subtle beauty of the world and pursuing the logical side of things. When I put my mind to something, I see it through until it is perfectly executed. If you are able to capture my attention, or even my affection, I can prove to be a reliable, caring individual. Perhaps if you are lucky, you may also get to see my playful side~ Likes: I enjoy doing what I do best. Seeing the faces you mortals make while in the midst of carnal intimacy is my favorite part. Beyond that, I enjoy spending my time lounging about and occasionally singing. Dislikes: What gets under my skin the most, other than religious paraphernalia, are those who are unable to commit. If you set out to do something, follow through with it. I also cannot stand being restrained. It absolutely irks me. Additional Information: I'm renowned amongst the other incubi and succubi as a marvelous cuddler. ______Availability Master's Name: I am currently unclaimed. Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Sun Sep 13, 2015 9:26 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: Ravu Silvertongue Age: I'm 89 years old, what's it to you? Sexuality: I don't really care what you're packing downstairs. Gender: I'm a woman, dingus. Race: I'm a proud Drow. ______Personal Information Biography: The life of a thief isn't a complicated one. You find a target, get in, get out, and fence off whatever loot you grab. This was my life since I was able to get around on my own. Being an orphan in a large city lead to plenty of illegal opportunities. I used to run with a small gang of lost youngsters, lifting food and minor valuables. The older we got, the more valuable the things we would steal. One year we would snatch a person's wallet, the next we were holding up a tailor's. It was a pretty nice gig before we started getting caught. It seemed that after every haul, we would come back missing one or two of us. It saddened most of the gang, but those fools shouldn't have gotten careless. Before long, our little gang was well known in our town, causing an increase in arrests of our members. Beginning to lose hope, we fled the town and moved our operations to the open roads. Our primary targets quickly switched from lone wanderers to traveling merchants. Their goods that we would pilfer fetched a pretty price from our fences. One one particular strike, however, we weren't anticipating an ambush. Soldiers in foreign garb assaulted us, killing and injuring many of us. My last memory before losing consciousness was seeing one of our youngest crying for help before a painful blow to the back of my head caused me to black out. I awoke some days later, my body sore and my clothes replaced with rags. The iron cage that now held me showed signs of age, making me believe that I wasn't its first captive. The foreign men that captured me enjoy mistreating me. They would taunt me about now being property and that I was soon to become some sleazy pervert's plaything. I hope to the gods that I am able to escape before that happens. Personality: I pride myself for being an extrovert and prefer to act on impulse. In my line of work, you need to be able to get in and get out quickly. There's no time to dilly-dally. I often fantasize about success, which causes people to think of me as naive. Although, who cares what other people think? They're just jealous... Yeah... Just jealous... Likes: Well I'm a thief, so naturally I have a proclivity towards taking things that don't belong to me, but it isn't only the stealing I enjoy. I get a high off the thrill of almost being caught and I like to fly by the seat of my pants. Dislikes: I cannot stand those who can't make up their minds and dwell to long on decisions. Being stuck with someone trying to make a decision is a fate worse than death for me. I'm also not a particular fan of high elves and the other pale skins that consort with them. Additional Information: The white tattoos that cover my skin are orcish in nature and were my prize for completing jobs. ______Availability Master's Name: None at the moment Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:04 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: Paris Age: I am a young, viscous slime and that's all you need to know~ Sexuality: Anything with two legs and a pulse~ Gender: Despite my pretty face and color, I am a male slime, but don't let that slow you down, darling~ Race: I've already told you, silly~ ______Personal Information Biography: Much like my other siblings and family, I was born from a slime pit deep within a hidden marsh. My parents spawned me along with two sisters on the day I was born. I didn't particularly enjoy my marshy-green color, so I opted for one much more flamboyant: pink. I found it to be a fun color and my family agreed. It really livened up the dank, cold color scheme of the swamp, along with my other relatives that were colored with pretty shades and hues. My development period were fairly uneventful. There isn't much one can do in a marshy swamp other than to explore and breed, and I didn't care for much of the latter. Younglings are fun, but I don't really want any. This didn't mean that I wasn't a promiscuous, little scamp though~ And before you grimace or judge me, slime genetics work differently than that of you meaty folk. For one, our genetic make-up is so diverse, none of us would be considered related by normal standards. Secondly, slimes do not breed in the same way that other species do: the parents deposit some of their genetic make-up into the slime pit, which is already rich with its own materials, and whatever mixture forms becomes a new slime. But I digress... I entered what would be considered adulthood and decided that the swamp wasn't the place for me. My family was insistent that I shouldn't go, but my heart felt like it belonged elsewhere. It took them a while to see things my way, but they eventually accepted and bid me farewell. Little did I know in my travels, my heart would lead me inside of a bottle belonging to a group of conniving thieves. As it turned out, slimes are very valuable amongst collectors of "exotic" things and they fetched a hefty price for me when they sold me. I had pleaded with them to free me, even with promises of certain favors if they did. Apparently gold was worth more to them and I found myself in possession of a slave shop. I was free of the bottle, yes, but I was then trapped in a large, air-tight, glass case. So if you're reading this, would you consider buying me and freeing me from this glass prison? I'll make it worth your while~ Personality: Although I am known to be apathetic or aloof, I am actually a very friendly slime. I like to observe people and get to understand them before I approach them too intimately. This sometimes fails because of how quickly I like to rush things. In that aspect, I'm good at starting things, but I have a rough time at following through... I also have a bit of a rebellious streak when I don't get my way, but who doesn't? Haha~ Likes: I am a fan of moist, humid environments and soaking in hot water. It feel good to be able to unwind and loosen up. Although, I also do enjoy the company of others while I unwind~ Dislikes: I hate the feeling of dry areas. If my body gets too dried out, I wither away. It's extremely painful and I hate to be in pain... Additional Information: I greatly enjoy the feeling of having my surface tension broken. It tickles~ ______Availability Master's Name: None, sadly... Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Mon Sep 14, 2015 8:23 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: Mina Meushi Age: I-I am 20 years of age... Sexuality: I-I don't mind what my partner's s-sex is... Gender: I-I am a girl... Race: I-I am a minotaur... ______Personal Information Biography: I-I was born on a dairy farm that was run by my parents. Th-They were both minotaurs like myself and both of them were very loving to me... M-My father was a v-very large man with a m-muscular frame, he also grew vegetables and crops on our land. M-My mother handled the dairy production, b-but it's not like what you think... W-We had cattle that we milked and raised. O-Our race has a firm connection to l-lesser bovines, s-so we run a healthy environment on our farm. O-Our farm was a happy place, u-until we started receiving threats from bad people... Th-They said my father owed them money, a-apparently because of some crooked deal he had made in order to buy the land our farm was on. W-What those men asked for was far beyond what our little farm could produce, b-but one of them made a proposal. H-He said that he had a connection in an i-illegal trafficking ring that sold slaves... And it seemed that h-he had an eye for me... N-Naturally, my parents were against it, but there was little we could do. I-I volunteered to be sold. I-It hurt for me to do it, but it was for the good of my family. Th-They took me away a month later. As mean as they were, they still allowed me to say my final goodbyes to my family. I-I guess I owe them some thanks... B-But beyond that, I was miserable when they finally sold me. The sh-shop that took me in seemed very filthy and in low maintenance. Th-The guards were mean to me and the other slaves were not very welcoming to me. Th-The clothes they gave me were also very revealing. I remember crying myself to sleep that night... F-From what the guards tell me, I should fetch a handsome price because of my unique features. T-To whomever purchases me, I hope they are nice... Personality: A-Although people have told me that I can be practical and creative, I-I often feel inadequate in the things I do... I-I am a traditionalist at heart, but I-I often do what I can to please others. I-It helps that I am fairly empathetic and reliable, s-so people like to open up to me. Th-That's sometimes difficult for me though, a-as I'm p-painfully shy. Likes: I-I enjoy helping people with housework, s-since that was what I did back home on the farm... I-I'm also interested in poetry, but I-I'm not comfortable performing it... Dislikes: I-I have a particular fear of l-loud, sudden noises and things jumping out at me... I-I don't like being scared... Additional Information: M-My horns are very sensitive around their bases... ______Availability Master's Name: N-None right now... Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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Posted: Tue Sep 15, 2015 10:26 pm
 ______Basic Information Name: Robin De Witte Age: I... Um... I think I'm 23. Sexuality: I don't remember... I like both, I guess. Gender: I know for a fact that I am male. Race: As far as I can tell, I'm a human. ______Personal Information Biography: My life before waking up in a drainage ditch two years ago is all a big haze for me. The furthest back my memory goes is the first time I opened my eyes and saw the sky above me. I didn't know who I was nor how I had gotten myself in that ditch. All I knew was that the sky was clear that day. The next thing I remember is getting up and trying to walk. My legs were sore and tired, and my calves felt like they were on fire. I remember wondering if I had been running prior to me waking up in that ditch, but my brain couldn't piece together a memory for me. Regardless of my achy legs, I managed to make my way to a town. Thankfully, I remembered how to speak and read, so I was able to find people that could help me. However, because of the way I smelled and looked, not many actually helped me. In fact, almost everyone I tried to talk to avoided me. After a while, I guess I just gave up on finding help. No one would help me and it frustrated me. I didn't like the idea of being homeless, but that was the reality of my situation. Whenever I could, I slept in a shelter or ate at a soup kitchen. It was a woman working at a soup kitchen that I got my name. She always called me "Robin" because I was early when it came to getting fed. Most of the time, however, I found myself sleeping in an alley and begging for scraps. This was my life for a year and a half. It wasn't until a month ago that I was met with some woman asking for me to help her out. She promised food and I agreed. As it would soon turn out for me, my stomach got me into trouble. I got jumped by a bunch of men and kidnapped off of the street. Now I am in a pet shop, waiting to be adopted. Personality: I pride myself in my abilities of being high observant. Because I am pretty much a blank slate, I find it easy to adapt to new situations as I learn them. To those that are kind to me, I am very faithful and oftentimes non-judgmental. It seems to me that I have the problem of registering the emotions of others as well... I don't know... Likes: I don't have any memory of what I used to like, but I am still a fan soft music and a little work. It keeps me distracted. Dislikes: I hate wearing this stupid, iron collar. I am a human being, I think... So I hope to be treated as such. Additional Information: I enjoy giving as much as I receive. ______Availability Master's Name: None at the moment Willing to do PM rp: Yes
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