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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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 Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:24 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 (pg: 1)
Linnea Moore (pg: 1)
Amarantha Fausta Vibiana (pg: 1)
Vizcondesa Fiametta Nencia Altamira (pg: 1)
Amaränthae (pg: 1)
Calanthe Luljeta (pg: 1)
Male:
Dru Christopher Casey (pg: 1)
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:27 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Ophelia Rhian (ree-anne) Borealis
O t h e r N a m e s:: Leah, Sparrow
A g e:: 250 years, looks to be mid-late twenties
B i r t h d a y:: August 26th; Virgo
O r i g i n:: Greece, but was found far away from there
S p e c i e s:: Demi-Goddess; descendant of Aphrodite
H a i r C o l o u r:: a dusty rose pink
E y e C o l o u r:: bright cerulean blue
H e i g h t:: 5' 7"
B u i l d:: Exactly what you would expect from the descendant of Aphrodite; toned, with porcelain skin. Isn't thin, but isn't overweight. Small waist and ample curves. Has above-average flexibility.
S e x u a l i t y:: Heteroflexible; is primarily straight, but can fall in love with the opposite sex
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C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace
C h a r m s:: Pearl, Heart, Book, Music Note, Ballet Shoes, Hour Glass
C o l o u r s:: Green, Deep Purple, Light Pink, Plum
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L i k e s::
☑ Reading
☑ Arranging Flowers
☑ Fashion
☑ Museums
☑ Walking
☑ The Ocean
☑ Relaxing Outside
☑ Wine
☑ Chocolate
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Sour Food
☒ Ignorance
☒ Violence/Abuse
☒ Forced Nudity
☒ Untidiness
☒ Pigheadedness
☒ Fire
☒ Bats
T a l e n t s:: Ophelia is a rather talented dancer. Skilled in classical dance (waltz, tango etc.), she is also an adept belly-dancer, a skill that was honed by Masters with devious intentions. She can also speak fluent Greek, including Ancient Greek, but she has no memory of how she was taught the languages. Thanks to her upbringing, Ophelia is really good at using her words. This makes it easy for her to make friends, as well as converse with just about any personality with ease. It also comes in handy for talking down angry/upset people and having problems solved via speech and not fists. Ophelia can also sing, but she doesn't do it often because people tend to act strange when she does.
Q u i r k s:: Being such an honest person, it's very easy to read Ophelia's emotions; her eyebrows quirk, her head cants to the side, all these little tells that give away her feelings. There are times when she will stare off into space, trying to recall past memories, and can be recalled with a sharp noise or by saying her name. Tends to braid her hair or twist it around her finger when lost in thought. Ophelia likes to keep things organised, so she memorises where everything belongs; everything has it's place, and it has to stay that way. If something is moved out of place she will fret until it's moved back - she is not OCD, she just likes to keep things tidy. There are faint scars on the back of her calves and the curve of her lower back from wet bamboo canings as a child, which thankfully she doesn't totally remember, but the stigma over the scars is still there. Has her ears pierced.
S k i l l s:: Ophelia has regenerative abilities which makes her as close to immortal as a Demi-Goddess can be. These powers are strengthened when Ophelia falls in love, and the love is reciprocated. Her powers transfer to the one she truly loves, and thus can make them near immortal as long as the love remains pure. Anemones grow wherever her blood spills or her tears fall. Likewise, Ophelia can make anemones grow in almost any patch of healthy soil. She has mediocre knowledge of alchemy thanks in part to past Masters, as well as past knowledge from her ancestors. There is a power that Ophelia possesses when she sings; it's almost akin to a siren's song, but it only affects humans the strongest. In humans it can induce feelings of love, adoration and deep lust, but to those with non-human blood, it just creates a deeply euphoric sensation in one's soul, which can lead to lust if one listens to her sing for a long time (ten minutes seems to be the starting point)
Her regenerative powers may make her near immortal, but it doesn't mean Ophelia can't die. A God/Goddess or another Demi-God/Goddess can kill her, as well as any mythical weapon. Likewise, the deeper in love she is with someone, and the more of her own powers are given to her One True Love, the weaker her powers will slowly become. If the one she loves betrays her though, then the connection is severed and she will gain her regenerative powers back in full.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Ophelia is quite the surprise, considering who she is descended from. While most assume her to be sensual, highly flirtatious with a lustful appetite, it is in fact quite far from who she really is. Because Ophelia is quite unaware of who she is descended from, she does not have any of the traits most people assume she will have, and thus often disappoints Masters, making her feel worthless and unwanted. She is naturally friendly, which some Masters mistake for being overly affectionate, but in reality Ophelia is just a kind woman. She can be a little clumsy at times, and gets embarrassed easily, but she is a genuine woman who enjoys bringing a smile to people's faces.
There's a deeper side to Ophelia once she starts to open up to you. Naturally friendly, she's a very thoughtful person and will always put other people's well-being before her own, and this also makes her very willing to talk to strangers. Out-going and socially confident, many Master again mistook this for her being the kind of slave they wanted; one for carnal pleasures. Unfortunately, Ophelia is just that kind of person; a social butterfly. The one trait she tries to hide is that she is a romanticist. Ophelia believes in true love, and that everyone has a soul mate. Part of her in convinced this is a relic from her bloodline, and while she tries to disown it, she is always drawn to romance novels and Disney movies where the Princess finds her Prince Charming.
H i s t o r y:: Ophelia doesn't remember her childhood before the age of five. Back then her pink hair was more of a mahogany red, making her look more like the human children she lived in the orphanage with. Her origin was unknown, but the fact she often garbled away in Greek lead the nuns that ran the orphanage to believe she was born in Greece. She was a cheerful child, which was frowned upon in an era when young women should be seen and not heard. Her overly chatty nature often ended up with the nuns at the orphanage taking the poor child out the back to beat the talkative traits out of her. It wasn’t long before Ophelia learned to keep her head down more, the scars on her body forever reminding her that a talkative nature had its time and place. Clad in long, feminine dresses that hid her legs, the little girl would spend her days with the other girls at the orphanage, learning how to sew and cook, while reading at night quietly. Keeping her head down in the orphanage seemed to be the best plan, but her distinct hair colour made her stand out from the others. As time passed, and the young girls turned into little ladies, it became more obvious to the girls that the orphanage just wasn’t like other places, and they were being shaped to be brides for lonely, rich old men. As puberty drew closer, the changes in Ophelia became much more obvious, and it was all the girl could do to stay out of the limelight.
It was her unknown heritage that was driving the changes, her genetic structure fuelling the flames of desire and lust in the young men she came into contact with. Ophelia had no idea why the boys would fight over her during the twice weekly dance class with the boys wing of the orphanage, or why she found it so easy to talk her way out of trouble. Being a religious owned place, the presence of anything that seemed to be unholy didn’t go unnoticed for long, and as the stress of the sudden attention was taking it’s toll on Ophelia, it wasn’t long before she was taken before the priest. Finding nothing wrong initially, the priest decided the girl needed to be kept away from the males for her safety, and instead insisted she join the orphanage choir. If she couldn’t be taught to dance safely, maybe teaching her to sing would make sure she went to the right home.
Teaching the young teen to sing turned out to be the catalyst to her downfall.
Surrounded by humans, her siren’s song surrounded everyone in the vicinity into drooling idiots. Even the females weren’t safe. For months this process repeated itself every Sunday at mass, the people of the orphanage leaving in a state of euphoria, unaware the mahogany haired girl was the sole cause. It took a visit from the head of the church that founded the orphanage to realise what was going on. An elderly man that was descended from the Angels that served God, he found himself immune to Ophelia’s undiscovered powers, but witnessed their effects full force. Her unholy power as a temptress had no place in such a holy place, and she was taken away by the man under the guise that she had a higher purpose in life. In truth, he just wanted to get her away from his orphanage. While selling off someone went against his principles, the archdeacon had contacts that weren’t human, places she could live and learn what she was. At sixteen Ophelia was sent off to go live with a middle-aged woman to pose as her niece. As a fae, the woman specialised in herbal teas and owned a little teashop in a nice town. Watching the times change as herself and her carer refused to age like the others, it was no surprise to Ophelia that they were soon caught and accused of sorcery. As the tea-shop was burned down and the fae woman taken away, Ophelia talked her way out of trouble and found herself heading back to the archdeacon again; her unknown powers had kept her safe.
By twenty-one, Ophelia was soon finding herself on another journey to a new home, this time in a different setting. Deciding that the girl needed to learn about herself, the man tracked down an old contact, someone that could read her soul and teach her about herself. Heading to a country home where an old nun lived, the blind woman - a medium with dream-eater bloodlines - took in the curious woman and delved into her past. While she was unable to find out how Ophelia wound up at the orphanage at the age of five, or how she got to Earth, the secret to her strange, siren-like powers was discovered. The blood of Aphrodite ran through her veins, making her a demi-goddess, a descendant of the Gods of Olympus. How she managed to wind up on Earth as a child was shrouded in mystery, one that the medium was sure would never be discovered, it made training the woman easier. Knowing what she was, Ophelia found it effortless to learn about her powers, and what they entailed. Her lustful aura soon vanished, the uncontrolled air soon honed into her singing, and her power to grown anemones was unlocked. The more her true powers were discovered, the more the bi-products of her genetics disappeared. No longer would human men and women fawn over her on contact, no longer would a simple kiss seduce someone beyond belief. Ophelia could live like a normal person, as long as she didn’t sing around company, or humans. She was free to live.
Keeping with the girls natural talent for talking and using her words, the nun sent her off to elocution lessons in the nearby village. A finishing school made for adult females who were yet to be wed, Ophelia gained the courage she lost at the orphanage, her natural desire to talk and get to know people returning. Now that she was older, this natural talkative nature made her well-liked, and it became no surprise that eligible males began to seek out her attention. Unfortunately, this worked both ways, and those that could seek out people with non-human blood were soon drawn to the beautiful woman. It started out with stalking the female back to the cottage in the country, and then talking to her outside of shops. With each rejection, the woman began to grow wary of people, but it was too late, her fate was sealed. It was on a walk back to the cottage that Ophelia was taken by a group of men working for a male she rejected - a son of an incubus - and quickly taken back to his manor. It was the beginning of her life in servitude.
Very quickly Ophelia found herself sold off to her first slave market when she refused to be the trophy pet the man wanted her to be. It quickly became a trend in Ophelia’s life, finding herself bought under the guise that she would be this sexy little minx, an animal in the bed of all the men she served given she was descended from Aphrodite. What each Master in turn soon realised was she wasn’t the person they wanted, and quickly grew bored of the woman that refused to share their bedchambers. Her high turnaround rate soon caused Ophelia to be overlooked for slaves that served a purpose, especially as times began to change. Expensive and exotic slaves were soon overlooked for those that had a meaning as the 1800’s began, slaves that knew basic medical skills or who could read. It was by sheer chance that the daughter of a apothecary owner found Ophelia in the markets. Tree spirits by blood, they were immune to her powers, but the girl could see the redhead’s value; knowing Greek and being able to read gave Lea her freedom to live with the girl and her aging father. Living with mortal beings made Ophelia feel sad that she would soon be forced to leave, but it gave her meaning for a time.
Potions became her life in the years she lived with the tree spirits, boiling brews to cure stomach pains and potions to promote healthy living. It wasn’t death that sent Ophelia back to the slave markets, but the landlord of her owners, demanding a higher payment due to their increased popularity. Unable to afford such a payment, the daughter turned on their devoted slave and sold her back to the markets at an increased cost due to her new skills. From there, the woman spent years traded between markets, the need for a slave decreasing as wars broke out and people decided she wasn’t worth the money. Mahogany hair had faded to a delicate pink, but her looks remained youthful like a twenty year old, her value as a trophy slave soon realised. As a trophy slave, more men began to purchase her to show off to clients, dressing her up in revealing garments to dance for men. As dance trends came and went, Ophelia found herself learning all kinds of moves - the charleston, the can-can - and in time the exotic moves of belly-dancing, her worth as something to show off went through the roof. Alas, the girl found herself back at the markets every time she refused to sleep with her Masters, her belief in true love too strong to break. More and more men bought her to dance for them at parties, dressing in veils and very little to move to exotic music, but no-one asked her to sing. It was a blessing in her eyes, as Ophelia only sung to herself, not wanting to risk her safety and accidentally seducing men.
It was yet another man growing bored of her that landed the female at the hotel she has lived in for the last few years, her status as a Demi-Goddess who has had more Masters than most making her less desirable than other slaves in her wing. Still, she doesn’t mind, and spends her days reading the romance novels she picked up on her travels, her wardrobe devoid of all clothing but the basics, the female wanting no reminders of her past.
N o i r Wafflesaurus
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N o i r Wafflesaurus Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:53 pm
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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: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:54 pm
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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: Mon Mar 14, 2016 10:55 pm
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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
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Posted: Mon Mar 14, 2016 11:22 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Vizcondesa Fiametta Nencia Altamira
O t h e r N a m e s:: Fia, Nan
A g e:: 583
B i r t h d a y:: February the Eighth, in 1432
O r i g i n:: Spain
S p e c i e s:: Vampire
H a i r C o l o u r:: white; originally blonde
E y e C o l o u r:: blue
H e i g h t:: 5'5"
B u i l d:: slim, feminine curves but nothing exaggerated
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:: blood opal, X, book, house
C o l o u r s:: orchid, purple, green
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L i k e s::
☑ garlic
☑ silver
☑ Italian food
☑ children
☑ historical fiction novels set in any era
D i s l i k e s::
☒ the sun
☒ the fact I cannot go to Church
☒ the fact I cannot eat garlic or wear silver
☒ violent people
☒ bats
T a l e n t s:: She enjoys children and amusing them, watching them. She picks things up relatively easily, after being alive for so long.
Q u i r k s:: Fia has bite marks on her collarbone from when she was turned, and a crucifix scar between her breasts from an attempted murder. She also still likes to pray.
S k i l l s:: She can regenerate hersekf by drinking blood, see in the dark, move at speeds faster than a human eye can process, and hypnotize someone whose will is weaker than her own.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: I come across as surprisingly nice, I suppose? Or so I've been told. For a vampire or a person, I'm never quite sure. I simply behave as if manners haven't gone out of style and as every inch the nobility I am, even if my house has crumbled. I actually quite like drinking blood and for a time it consumed me, the desire to feel another's life pouring into my mouth. Now I enjoy it, as a human enjoys a cup of coffee in the morning. I'm more energetic than people seem to expect and I enjoy children - not as a 'snack', as one person rudely asked. I simply find them fascinating, little humans without the tarnish of an adult. They amuse me. I'm rather relaxed overall, life is too long to run around anxious and angry all the time. Though I can become either of those emotions, they do not last very long. My moods are fairly consistent and predictable, I'm afraid.
H i s t o r y:: It went a little like those historical fantasy novels humans enjoy. I was born into a noble family in Spain, in the age it was a great power in the world, and enjoyed all that life had to offer because of my status and wealth. I was raised a strict Catholic, attending Mass every morning, and had a great devotion to the saints and the Virgin Mary, though I never had any desire to cloister myself as a nun and reject the splendor of life. Many men wished to court me and I was the belle of the ball for several years, despite my father's insistence I find a man of equal rank to marry. I was having too much fun - a little too much fun, in retrospect. There was a charming foreign man who swept me off my feet, I was only twenty and very naive, easily romanced, I'm embarrassed to say. This foreign man was a vampire and turned me, wishing me to be his companion in undeath.
Frightened, I was told to abandon my family and go with him. I felt I had little choice, not knowing how to survive on my own, what could kill me and what couldn't. Needless to say, I was most unhappy to find out that I could no longer eat my favorite foods, all having garlic in them, and brought to tears when I discovered I could not cross the threshold of any sacred grounds. My crucifix burned my skin and I felt at a loss without religion - it was a strong part of our life back then, must I remind you of that? This foreign devil remained amused with me for some time, perhaps fifty years or so. By the time he moved on, I was prepared to live on my own, having learnt how to survive without being noticed as anything more than a woman.
As time passed, I would often keep people company - but only for a time. Once my lack of aging began to be remarked upon, I would disappear from their lives for my own safety. I traveled extensively and began to enjoy the freedom this life offered me that I would be denied if I had remained a human. There were some good things, I was learning. A few times I was blackmailed into remaining with someone for an extended period of time, I suppose a precursor to becoming a slave. It wasn't until professional men tracked me down and bound me with silver, bringing me here, that I actually had been bought and sold like cattle. I spend time reading, talking with people who come to see me, though they ultimately purchase someone else.
Color Me Fubar
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Posted: Tue Mar 15, 2016 9:18 am
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 ] or simply Rahn [ 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
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 does a creature so large covered in gem-like scales 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. 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:: 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 behind. 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 dragons. 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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Posted: Mon Mar 28, 2016 12:16 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.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 8:14 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Dallas Page
O t h e r N a m e s:: Dallas
A g e:: He’s thousands of years old but looks like he could be in his early to mid thirties.
B i r t h d a y:: He likes to think that it’s sometime in the fall, right before winter
O r i g i n:: Somewhere close to the Vancouver Island
S p e c i e s:: Thunderbird
H a i r C o l o u r:: Deep red hair, and before you ask, it’s natural
E y e C o l o u r:: A pale green
H e i g h t:: 6’7”
B u i l d:: Dallas has a very muscular build, but it’s also althetic.
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Tree, X, Shield, Bow and Arrow, Broken Mirror, and Hourglass
C o l o u r s:: Dark Red, Brown, and Yellow.
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L i k e s::
☑ Being outside
☑ Time to relax
☑ Tea
☑ Reading
☑ Tris
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Anyone threatening Tris
☒ Dangerous situations
☒ Overtalkative people
☒ Being apart from Tris
☒ Unpredictable weather
T a l e n t s:: Dallas can be loyal to a fault although it is every hard to gain his trust and loyalty. He has a talent for protecting people, predicting the weather, reading situations, and calming a situation down.
Q u i r k s:: Dallas does not removed his eye patch unless he completely trusts someone. So far, the only person that has seen the hideous scar the lies beneath has been Tris.
S k i l l s:: Creating storms when need be, protecting people (his skill with weapons is somewhat shocking), and his agility/strength.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Dallas is very quiet and observant, often reading a situation before acting or speaking which can throw someone off. He’s a withdrawn person although with the right person and a lot of patience, he will begin to slowly open up to people. He’s not very good at social skills although he is learning. Dallas is a very stubborn person and when he gets into a particular mood, only Tris can talk him out of it. Underneath his quiet and reserved exterior, he is a very caring and passionate man.
H i s t o r y:: It would take years for Dallas to ever tell you about his past and most of his history on record has been filled in either by Tris’ history or some obscure records that were dug up during his capture. The things that are known for certain are below:
Dallas was born a Thunderbird to his clan which lived in a floating island somewhere above the Vancouver Island. For a long time, his father and brothers ruled over the clan before finally passing it off to him. Something happened to make the Thunderbirds move, but no one can be certain what the events were. It is assumed that at this point he was separated from his clan and for a long time, there is no mention of him anywhere nor will he tell anyone what happened. About twenty years ago, he ran into Beatrice and it was because of a event that occurred that night that binded the two together. No one can say for certain what happened, but dark magic was involved and so was a lot of death. About 10 bodies in total were accounted for that night. Even Tris doesn’t remember it entirely.
After they were bound together, Tris and Dallas travelled around quite a bit, never really settling down. It wasn’t until 5 years after ‘the incident’ that they were captured and put into the system. One night when they were camping somewhere in Colorado, Tris had managed to get the both of them pretty drunk, thinking that they were safe. It was when they were at their weakest that the smugglers attacked and managed to capture them after putting up a serious fight. Dallas even managed to serious injure several of the guard before he was knocked out. Upon arriving in the slave trade, the two were separated. Once it was discovered that they would die if parted from each other, the two have been kept in the same room and they are to be sold as a pair.
Crystal_Midnight18
crimsonxxsaddlebrownxxgreenyellow TO BE SOLD WITH BEATRICE ELLEN MALLOY
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2016 8:54 pm
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G i v e n N a m e:: Beatrice Ellen Malloy
O t h e r N a m e s:: Tris
A g e:: She’s thousands of years old but looks like she could be in her mid to late twenties.
B i r t h d a y:: She was born at dusk around the end of July
O r i g i n:: Tris doesn’t remember exactly where she was born as her and her family moved around a lot and never really stayed in one place for too long
S p e c i e s:: Kitsune
H a i r C o l o u r:: A natural deep red
E y e C o l o u r:: Brown
H e i g h t:: 5’7”
B u i l d:: Tris has a very slim,delicate build to her with an hourglass shape.
S e x u a l i t y:: Straight
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C o l l a r:: Leather
C h a r m s:: Tree, Hourglass, Numbers, Book, Broken Heart, and Spatula.
C o l o u r s:: Orange, Green, Light Blue, and Yellow.
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L i k e s::
☑ Being outside
☑ Relaxing with Dallas
☑ Tea
☑ Reading
☑ Campfires
D i s l i k e s::
☒ Anyone threatening Dallas
☒ People without manners
☒ Rude people
☒ Being apart from Dallas
☒ Unpredictable weather
T a l e n t s:: Tris is a very talented cook as well as being a very talented magic user.
Q u i r k s:: When Tris is surprised or sometimes scared, her tails and ears will pop out.
S k i l l s:: Invisibility, the ability to generate fire, manifestation in the dreams of others, very elaborate illusions, and the ability to bend space and time.
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P e r s o n a l i t y:: Tris is a very calm and happy person. On rare occasion, someone can see her bubbly and hyper although it may take a bit to get her to that point. She a very positive person and doesn’t like to dwell on the bad although she can have her moments. Tris can sometimes be stand-offish in the way that she acts as if she is better than everyone else although she is not overbearing about it. She prides herself on being beautiful and smart and she wants everyone else to know it too. She's not afraid to tell people what she is thinking and a lot of the times, this gets her into trouble. If someone does manage to wiggle their way into her heart, they'll see that she is actually kind-hearted, loving, and passionate. She cares deeply about things and sometimes, that can be what hurts her the most.
H i s t o r y:: Tris doesn’t remember a lot about her childhood, but what she can remember are all happy memories. Her siblings were kind and gentle, although some could be difficult to deal with in the way that they wanted to push her to be her best. Her parents were extremely loving and protective which is where she gets her strong sense of family and the need to protect others from. When she would have been about 27 in human years, something happened to scare her family which caused panic and chaos. In the chaos, she was separated and snagged by a pair of magic hunters that wanted to skin her for her fur and magical abilities. Tris doesn’t remember much about what, but that’s when she met Dallas and their souls became bonded to each other.
Five years after she met Dallas, she had thought that they were safe and managed to convince him to get drunk with her. That was the night they were captured. Dallas and Tris have been kept as a pair since entering the system and have been bounced around a few times. The last Master that had them tried to rape Tris and Dallas killed him which is why he has an X charm. Since then, no one has bought them.
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Posted: Thu Jun 15, 2017 7:52 am
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