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 Posted: Wed Jun 26, 2013 6:40 pm
 ❝ You can be the moon and still be jealous of the stars.. ❞ I am Elijah Shea Weylyn
But I will let you call me Shea
I'm not that old, I am Nineteen
Are you blind? I'm obviously Dream Incubus
Here's an easy one, I'm Homosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born February 14thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 6'1"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 190 lbs.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is is incredibly soft, long, and a beautiful pink hue. My hair is my best feature and I put a lot of time and care to keep it this beautiful
Look closer, my eyes are hot pink in color. However they can change from darker hues of pink to light shades of red, depending on my mood.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a Velvet
And colored it pink, violet, dark blue, and purple
And from it they hung Ruby, Star, Music Note, Heart, and PacifierX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as a flirtatious and beautiful man. I'm an Incubus so of course it is in my nature to charm, flirt, and seduce. I'm an outgoing person because I was raised to be so, and I am incredibly loyal to those I deem special and important. Of course, that was only to my father and mother. I do act differently depending on the crowd. If I am around children, I become gentle, kind, and incredibly patient. I just have that mothering instinct which is odd considering that I am a man, but I suppose that is because I helped raise my younger siblings for a while. When I am with an older crowd, I tend to show more of my true nature. I like to flirt and play games. It all depends on the person on what kind of games that I will play though. I find that if I am with stubborn men who like to assert their dominance to be quite aggravating, so I tend to rebel and become bit of a brat. I like getting my way and will become pouty and hard to get along with until I get what I want. What can I say? My father spoiled me so I'm used to getting whatever I want. Normally though I'm a pretty nice guy that loves kids. I was always loyal to them seeing as they are incredibly honest, unlike adults who like to toy and play with people. People who are much like myself, but I would never hurt someone intentionally like most people. I am a people person and I like be out and about, and no that isn't sexual in any way. I was raised in a town with a beach and other sources of entertainment, so being cooped up inside is something I don't like. I get restless and easily annoyed if I am.
Quit invading my life, It went pretty simple really... well... for the most part I should say. However, let me start from the beginning. My mother was just your typical college student on spring break. She was a beautiful young woman with bright blue eyes and beautiful dark hair. It wasn't normal for her to run with the party crowd, but a couple of her friends begged her to go to a small town that was close to a beach. The town was (and still is) a big tourist attraction with it's white sand beaches and crystal blue water, though it is small, the place has quite a selection of entertainment means. Bars, malls, theaters, the beach. It was the typical spot for young people to have fun. Moving on to the next part of my tale, my mother was pulled into the local club. This is how she met my gorgeous father. The man was handsome, charming, and had this unworldly beauty that made weaker women swoon. His hair was such a light color pf pink that it was almost white, while his eyes were a hypnotizing shade of magenta. Yes, my father was a true lady killer, but then again, aren't all Incubuses? The two hit it off and the entire time my mother was on spring break, she was with my father. My mother always spoke fondly of the past memories with the man, and I always loved to hear her talk about her life. On the night before the day she left, things became a little heated, and soon the couple found themselves naked and tangled with each other on the beach. The next day, dad saw mom off, slipping his number and address into her pocket, and that was the last time my mother saw him. A couple of months passed and my mother found herself getting sick and getting bigger. Yup. You guessed it. She was pregnant with little me. Mom was overjoyed with the news, however... my wonderful grandparents weren't as happy. They begged my mother to go through with an abortion, that she would be throwing her life away if she kept me. My mom was heartbroken and refused. Her friends had told her to call my father, but the woman said it was none of his concern and that she didn't want to bother him. So the months passed and the woman continued to grow and then I was born. Were there a lot of people happy about my coming into this world? Nope! Just my mother and her closest friend, my godmother.
My mom raised me all by herself until I was six, and then her parents forced her to marry some hotshot lawyer. I didn't care for the man and I believe my mother only tolerated him because she didn't have much of a choice. My step-father was a horrible man who only cared about money and his status in society. Did he like me? No. Not at all. He hated me because I was considered to be a scandal to his new little family, and the man was quick to get my beautiful mother pregnant. I had two younger siblings who I was incredibly fond of. Excluding my step-father, we were a happy little family. However, I had to learn the hard way that things weren't always meant to stay happy. When I was nine, my mother started to become incredibly sick. With every passing day she grew weaker and weaker, and eventually had to stay in bed. I took care of her along with my younger siblings, and when I was ten, she finally passed on. I lost the only woman who actually loved me. As soon as the funeral was over and everyone was gone, my step-father packed me things and told me to get out. I walked ten miles to my grandparents who wouldn't even answer the door. Instead they sent out a butler to tell me that it was unsightly to see an orphan hanging around on their porch. I had no idea where I was going to do, where I was going to go, but I remembered my mother's friend and quickly ran to her. The woman was incredibly kind and she kept me for a couple of months before revealing that my mother had left her a letter containing a number and an address. She said that I was welcome to stay or find my father. After resting and making sure that I was up for the trip, I was put on a plane and to the town where I was conceived. As I got off the plane, a tall man with hair like mine was standing there, waiting with a smile on his face. I finally had someone to love me. Living in the small town was different from the larger city but I enjoyed the beach and sense of peace it offered. The drive back to my new home, my father told me that he was the one in charge of running this small paradise. He spoke of all the things that it offered and the time that he spent with my mother. I could tell that it deeply hurt him that she kept me secret and never called him, but he always smiled at me and told me that at least he had a little part of her now. I told him all about my life and how mom was forced to marry that a*****e, which dad didn't handle really well. Anyways, I was raised with much love and care. My father spoiled me and took me almost everywhere, but I was always curious as to why he left at night. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I finally understood. I didn't really understand the intense desire to have sex with anything walking, and just put it off as a part of puberty. What changed my mind you ask? The fact that I found myself in my father's dream.
It scared me at first but when we both woke up the next morning, my father explained things to me. About what we were and that the urges I was feeling were perfectly normal. He told me that all I had to do was go find someone to have sex with, and so I did that very thing. It just didn't work out as well as my father had planned. From a young age, I had feminine features and was told that I was too pretty to be a boy. I was often mistaken as a girl as a little boy and it just seemed like that older I would get, the prettier I would get. By the time I was sixteen, I had been approached by many people from different modeling and acting agencies. Anyways, my father and I found out rather quickly that women were incredibly jealous of me... especially when it came to my father. Many believed that we were a couple, and quickly felt stupid when they learned I was his son. So what did I do next? Well it's obvious isn't it? I started sleeping with men. Which was fine because I never cared much for women anyways. My life with my father was a good one and I enjoyed every day that I lived in that small town. I started to learn how to use my powers for infiltrating dreams, manipulating them, controlling them. I learned how to seduce others easily and how to please my partners. So how did I end up in the slave trade? Well... because I had to follow my lower head instead of the one on my shoulders. My dad had to go away on some kind of business trip and it was during that time that a new couple moved to the town. I was playing with the local kids when I saw him, and the man made it quite obvious that he was interested. His girlfriend didn't like that too much and quickly pulled him away, which made me interested on how much I could get away with. In the beginning it was nothing but harmless flirting and chatting, but it turned into a physical relationship rather quickly. The sex was great but his dreams... his mind was weak so I could turn his dreams into whatever I wanted. Our relationship lasted an entire week, and then everything went downhill. I was just enjoying myself when his girlfriend walked in and hit me in the back of the head with something. There I was passed out on the bed with her boyfriend who cheated on her with another man. Of course she didn't take it very well and after beating the s**t out of her cheating boyfriend, she dragged me off into the city and sold me. I was told that she got a high price because of my looks and my race, but what good did that do me? Now that I am thinking about it, I remember my dad telling me not to fool around with couples because it caused problems. Well, I wished that I would have remembered that bit of information. I guess now I will just hang around this room until someone decides to come and get me. Not like I can do much of anything else.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Apples
ღ Sweets
ღ Singing
ღ Flowers
ღ Sweet Dreams
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Bees
✘ Smoke
✘ Sour Foods
✘ A Dirty Home
✘ ThunderstormsX X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can enter people's dreams and do whatever I want with them. I can manipulate them and control how I want them to go. Of course I can charm people with weaker minds. The weaker the mind, the more control that I have. A person could be wide awake and simply daydreaming and I would be able to have my way with them.
Yes, there is some side things, like in order to use my powers, I need a LOT of energy that comes from sex... and even then... well... I need my partners "bodily" fluids to increase my power. Another thing, whenever I am weak from hunger, I become incredibly irritable and hard to get along with. My body will slowly start to lose its appeal and shine as well. I must have a partner willing to be with me in order for me to live. I'll die without the sexual energy. And... I'm afraid of being alone. Being an unwanted child really did some damage to me, and I'm terrified that I will end up that way again. Which is why I am grateful to be what I am. Everyone loves sex and I'm sure that someone will want me just for that.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Elena TresemmeRESERVED
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Posted: Fri Jun 28, 2013 1:04 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 2:34 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 16, 2013 10:37 pm
 ❝ I paint the spirit and soul of what I see. ❞ I am Aileen Maura Ewart
But I will let you call me Pumpkin
I'm not that old, I am 22
Are you blind? I'm obviously Human
Here's an easy one, I'm Straight
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born August 4th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5'4"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 143
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is reddish-brown
Look closer, my eyes are burgundy
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a tattoo of a swan on my left hip X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me velvet
And colored it dark orange, lime, blue violet, violet
And from it they hung heart, pan, paint pallet, graduate's cap X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as pretty cheery and easy-going. I guess I was spoiled, but I never really thought about it so I don't really act like it at all. I'm usually in a good mood and sort of hyper, I guess, that's what people have told me at least. There's just always so much to do and things to find out that I can't stand just lazing around and staring off into space, it drives me crazy. The only time I can do that is when I'm writing or sketching, that's when I tend to zone out. It's actually super-easy to scare me when I'm like that.
Quit invading my life, It went sorta easy for most of it. My parents are both wealthy, my mother does global real estate and my father is an investment banker. My older brother and I grew up with the best of everything and since we really only associated with other rich people, I didn't know that our life wasn't a normal sort of lifestyle. I was happy, though, getting along with my brother and having friends my own age to grow up with, my parents only having a very few, select families they let us be around. They're awful snobs, but since I rarely saw them, I wouldn't know too much about them to start with, to be honest.
Douglass - that's my brother - was always sort of there for me. He was a good big brother, I guess, until he started drinking and gambling. With our parent's influence and money, he got away with whatever he wanted until they caught wind of what he did - usually overseas - and cut him off. By then he'd moved out of the mansion, gotten his own place, while I was still at home and going to the university for my art degree. I didn't talk to him much at that point either, since he always wanted money and was usually drunk as a skunk, coming around with some gold-digging bimbo on his arm. It was disappointing, with how close we used to be. And then he got into debt with the wrong people and couldn't beg the money out of our parents.
If I'd had a chance, I certainly would have been able to do so, considering the alternative. They didn't know - I like to think they didn't know, at least - and on my walk back home from a movie with friends someone grabbed me from behind and put something over my mouth. I woke up on the way here and they said that they were selling me to some slave place to get the money back from my brother's debts. I begged, I said I could get the money, but they said they'd had enough lies from my brother. They drugged me again, not wanting to listen to me, and when I woke up again I was already in this room. I'm sort of still in shock, not quite knowing what someone would want a slave for and all I can think of are really awful things. I can hear people going back and forth, but no one's come into the room so far.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ new writing or sketch pads
ღ headphones for music
ღ trying out new recipes
ღ having someone around
ღ cashews
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ spiders
✘ rap music
✘ Picasso
✘ beans
✘ thunder and lightening X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can win a lot of staring contests. I'm human, no powers here.
Yes, there is some side things, like I both write and draw and have made money from both things, which I'm sort of proud of. Also, when I get nervous, I don't twitch, I just get really still.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Color Me Fubar
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Posted: Wed Jul 17, 2013 3:26 pm
 ❝ And it's almost like your Heaven's trying everything to keep me out. ❞ I am My true name was stripped from me. I was given the name Belial in hell. I don't have a middle or last name.
But I will let you call me Belial. I have no nicknames and I'm not interested in acquiring any.
I'm not that old, I am four hundred and seventeen.
Are you blind? I'm obviously Unknown. I suppose I used to be an angel until I turned murderous. Now I'm closer to a demon, though I'm not considered one of them either.
Here's an easy one, I'm heterosexual.
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born March 21st.X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm Six feet and three inches tall.
I don't look it, I know, but I'm Two hundred and three pounds.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black, but it has a purple tint to it.
Look closer, my eyes are A variant of either light blue, yellow or red. Occasionally, I'll have one one color and the other another color. It depends on how I'm feeling. They typically stay yellow though.
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a few piercings and a few tattoos. (Two n****e piercings, one in ear up in the cartilage, three piercings in his tongue, two scars on his back where his wings used to be, and three tattoos of spiders, two on either bicep and one in between his scars on his back.) X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a chain. It used to be just leather until my late mistress got handsy. After dismembering her, I brought her body parts to Lady Pallas as a token of my thanks to her.
And colored it Black, maroon, green and magenta.
And from it they hung Sword, graduate's cap, pan, crescent moon, piano. X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as a d**k. I may seem like a rude, sarcastic, selfish guy with no fear of consequences, but it's because I am. I never do anything for someone without having an ulterior motive, something that benefits me or something I care for, which isn't much. I don't typically like people, but handsy women are one of the things that I cannot stand. If you want me, fine. Look, do not touch. Or you will end up like my last mistress and your body parts will become trophies to decorate my bedroom. I'm cocky and disobedient, but I always stick to my deals, bound by my word to someone or... Well, there are somethings that even the fallen fear.
Quit invading my life, It went I was born in Heaven, you know, up in the clouds? I was an angel, but from the start, my parents could tell that I would be a problem. I didn't listen to anyone, not them or even the big man in charge, not the commanders for the angelic army or the compelling women up there, but it wasn't until I turned twenty that things spun out of control. Puberty is rough for a guy, especially when he's surrounded by beautiful and chaste women who believe that love and marriage must happen before the horizontal rodeo can commence.
I never liked the thought of settling down though, it was probably one of the biggest things that was wrong with me, that and the fact that I was greedy and selfish and lustful... and an angel. Let's just say that there was an angel named Jezebell who was one of the prettiest women that I'd ever laid eyes (or hands) on and she was also one of the highest ranking angels, daughter of an arch angel. She denied me, over and over again, she denied me. After being denied one night, I didn't take no for an answer and I tricked her, lied to her face and forced myself upon her, raping her for hours, possibly days.
After I left her, I did not feel guilt, no horrid need to repent or regret and it didn't take long for her to go to her father, telling him all that I did to her and how I ruined her. The arch angel took it to the big man himself and instead of outright slaughtering me, he cursed me to be bound by whatever words came out of my mouth and ripped my wings from my body and threw me down to hell. To say the least, even though I was a fallen angel, I got along great down there. It only took me a few years to get from hell to earth and soon thereafter, I became the shadows that women feared at night, but I never forced myself on another woman.
It was fifty years after my trek to earth that I was tricked myself by a woman and I uttered words that brought me into her bed and also into slavery. She kept me around until her husband found out and after killing him, the woman sold me to Lady Pallas. I've been juggled around from home to home, but none of the women who purchased me were ever worth the effort or the trouble of 'going at it'. Until... A woman tried to force herself upon me and I ripped her limb from limb and then went back to Lady Pallas and presented her with my... trophies. I haven't had a mistress since. And I don't even want talk about what happened to the men that tried to purchase me. Let's just say that if there isn't a woman involved, don't even try it. Men make me violent.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Sex, though I haven't seen anyone worth the trouble in a really long time.
ღ Weaponry.
ღ Demons.
ღ Cooking.
ღ Fish and seafood.
ღ Being an a**.
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Angels or the Christian belief system for obvious reasons.
✘ Men.
✘ Ugly women. I would say 'no offense' but... I really don't care if you take offense to it or not.
✘ Romance or women who want me to be romantic.
✘ Children.X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Time manipulation. It's mainly just pausing time for a short period though in which I can move through the paused area while others cannot. The radius is small and the time that it is paused is only about a minute. I can only use this ability about once a day.
Yes, there is some side things, like if I agree to anything or say that I will do something, I am bound to it. It is very difficult for me to disobey it and if I do, depending on the severity of what I have agreed to, the punishment ranges from sever pain to things I don't even want to think about.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Saphire_L_Fox
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 4:48 pm
 ❝ As in Heaven as in Earth, We've been Dead since our Birth.❞ I am Luka
I'm not that old, I am 550
Are you blind? I'm obviously Rare type of Vampire
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born December 19thX X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞Do the measurements, I'm 6'8"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 203 lbs.
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Raven
Look closer, my eyes are Silver
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have The remnants of a sword impalement on my right hand, two bold red X's on my left bicep.X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me a Chain
And colored it Peru, Cadet blue
From it they hung Sword, shield, Garnet, Crescent MoonX X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞I come across as not the friendliest of creatures. I have been an outcast from childhood, from then on only living as a soldier, a warrior. I've had no companions, so my knowledge of social skills is very small. I've studied many creatures in my spare time throughout the years, even humans. Average heights, common habits, physical features, names, psychological disorders, things of the like. I am rather silent unless I'm spoken directly to, and sometimes even then. I'm not one for nervous habits, and despite my history, I do not fall into violent tendencies when angry or in a rage, but I simmer in the irritation in silence, using things I am fond of to soothe my mind. Toward most males I am stern, as I am use to men from the military, strict, unfriendly, firm. Though I have come to understand the importance of the female role, and have much more tolerance towards them, less harsh mannerisms of behavior.
Quit invading my life, It went I've existed since 1463, December 19th. I've gone through several stages of high importance. I've never had a family, compassion is something of a mystery to me. For the first fifteen years of my life, I was an orphan, marked with a symbolism of the devil. Being cast out as a child only allowed my cold exterior to grow. At sixteen I was forced into the military, and trained for eighteen years to fight for the land. I stopped aging on my twenty sixth year of living. I stayed in the army for several years, fighting battles. Having no family, no friends, and no place to call home, it was easy to spend year after year fighting with the characteristics that I possessed from birth. I helped us win many battles, though there were a number that we lost.
In 1504 I was called away from the military, our leader having been sent a letter of leave from the royal family, the royal castle of the lands. I traveled by horse three days to this place, where I spent an approximation of half of my life. Two days upon arrival I was titled a black knight, a royal knight. I served the royal family, protecting the heirs and heiress' for four generations. Compassion did not exist; simply caretaking, protecting, some scolding every so often. Until the fourth princess, Alana Anatoyo Urashi. She seemed entranced by me and my eloquent behavior, and it caused great stress for her parents although I had protected them as well, from birth and their parents before them. After all the years I served under their rule, for this one act of ill behavior they traded me into slavery as punishment. I will admit I am deeply affronted, but I have yet to disobey them yet, even though they are no longer my calling.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Snow
ღ Quiet
ღ Roses
ღ Light rain
ღ Thunderstorms
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ summer
✘ Loud sounds
✘ Modern clothing
✘ Human incompetence
✘ CarsX X ❝F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can call the power of lightning to aid me, will it in the palm of my hand through the bend of electric currents, cross half a continent in a matter of seconds, endure great measures of pain and damage, and an uncanny amount of strength, of which I have yet to learn the limits of.
Yes, there is some side things, like I am an expert in swordplay and hand-to-hand combat. I have a vast knowledge of weapons ranging throughout the centuries.
The person that works my mind is not me, but BURNINGXCITYRESERVED
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Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 6:04 pm
 ❝ Beauty is in the eye of the beholder ❞ I am Kau
But I will let you call me Pochi
I'm not that old, I am 16
Are you blind? I'm obviously a telepath
Here's an easy one, I'm homosexual!
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born February 14 X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5 feet 3 inches
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 100 pounds
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is a silvery white, sometimes looking a bit blue.
Look closer, my eyes are ... Well I have no eyes but once upon a time they were pretty and red!
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have - Well, actually they're mostly shown off just got you! Anyways, I have an "X" shaped scar on my chest, piercings on my nipples with four more on my ribs and belly. Master had liked it that way. A big scar on my neck shows where a survgery had been done to remove my vocal chords and beneath my blindfold, my eyelids are all sewn together. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me leather
And colored it indigo, teal, purple, black
And from it they hung a ruby, ball of string, heart, shield, and star X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as Kau is very much like a puppy... Literally. He crawls on all fours and his attention span is very short at times. The boy is very active and playful. If you likes you, Kau will lick or sometimes bite... Even though the bites can be hard and seem the opposite of loving most of the time. Sometimes he also tries to show what he is doing with words but all that comes out of his mouth are little sighs, whines, or whimpers. He isn't able to use words but usually he is very good at getting his message across. Kau is very naive at times but very smart for an uneducated pet too. Although he can't see or speak, the boy is able to notice emotions from people and visualize his surroundings well. With a innocent, naive personality, Kau can be hurt very easily by something said or done to him. Without praise from his master, Kau and often get his feelings hurt. Despite being very small and fragile but Kau can also be very strong and dangerous at times. Kau also has a habit of trying to be the seme... He has a lot of strength for a little boy and sometimes succeeds. Kau loves to be shown off as well. He'll do almost anything to receive praise from his owner. His previous owner would always dress him up (usually in s&m wear because of his master's tastes) so Kau loves to be dressed up. The only thing Kau loves more than receiving praise is candy and sweets. Part of his gag's role is to keep him from eating all the time. When Kau smells sweets he will go after them.
Kau also suffers severe stockholm syndrome.
Quit invading my life, It went The first master Kau had kidnapped Kau when he was very young. He destroyed his vocal chords and eyes. Beneath Kau's blindfold, his eyes are sewn together and an ugly scar is left on his neck from the surgery that took his voice. He has six piercings on his front along with another ugly scar but he doesn't mind. Over time, Kau had developed severe stockholm syndrome and had become very attached to his first master despite what was done to him.
Because of his loss of sight, his sense of smell and his hearing abilities are extraordinary. If he tries hard enough, Kau can talk to other's telepathically. He's hardly ever tried though. The boy's master treated him like a pet dog and changed Kau to look the way he did, calling him a masterpiece from all the work put into him, which is why Kau accepts the why he is so easily. Because of that, Kau acts a lot more like a puppy than a human and crawls when he moves. He liked his previous master a lot but one day he had wandered off on his own. Before he knew it, Kau was knocked unconscious and brought to the slave shop, sure that he had been abandoned.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Being dressed up. Master, please dress me up!
ღ Being praised. I'll be extra good if you praise me!
ღ Sweets. Or any food really, but please give me lots of sweets, master!
ღ Cuddling. I'd love do cuddle with you!
ღ Sex. I do like that a lot.
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Wearing, boring, normal clothes. Unless it belongs to master!
✘ Being scolded. Don't be mad at me~
✘ Being alone. Don't leave me!
✘ Sleeping alone. I refuse to sleep on my own!
✘ No sweets. Don't make me pout! X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Kau is a telepath. He doesn't use his power a lot but he is capable of sending his words mentally.
Yes, there is some side things, like Kau just loves to be dressed up in his little s&m outfit or anything cute then taken into public so that he can be shown off. He likes to show off his piercings and the scar on his belly too since his first master had praised Kau when he did so. If you're going to buy Kau and try to make him normal, Kau is not for you!
The person that works my mind is not me, but Taesty Chicken
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Posted: Tue Jul 23, 2013 8:53 am
 ❝Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course...❞ I am Pyotr Kirill Pavel
But I will let you call me Peter, Pyotr, Kirill
I'm not that old, I am 134
Are you blind? I'm obviously a deer faun
Here's an easy one, I'm homosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born on november 2 X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm4'7
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 104 pounds
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is caramel
Look closer, my eyes are light blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a sagittarious constellation on my back. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞ They gave me velvet And colored it purple, violet, dark orange and green And from it they hung a piano, paint pallet, star, crown and a ruby X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as someone who has been extremely spoiled and pampered their whole life. I am not haughty about my royal ancestry and am actually down to earth. Though I do make certain demands, if you are unwilling to fufill them I will want a solid explanation of why. Due to how much I adore music, it's hard to not see me tapping my hoof or my fingers as I do whatever I am doing. Often, I will actually start dancing as I work or laze about. If you try to ignore me, expect a lot of harassment because I love attention. If you just pet my fur, brush my hair or scratch me behind my ears you'll have me purring immediately! Often, if I am satisfied, I am submissive and will do as told but I can be a bit hot headed. Though I get impatient and angry or frustrated easily, my anger goes away quickly. At a particular time of the month I get a 'heat' and that causes me to become very reclusive due to how sexually attracted to everything I become.
Quit invading my life, It went somewhat like this:
Growing up in my realm as a child was extremely difficult for me. One would ask: just how difficult can it be when you're the first prince in line for the throne? Well, it certainly had its perks but it was not exactly pleasant. As a prince who everyone knows, will soon be king, it is expected to take on a certain attitude and there are always set expectations. If you fail to fufill these expectations, your kingdom looses faith in you as a leader. It was actually rather easy for me to surpass expectations on most subjects... With the exception of one: combat. It wasn't that I was small or not quick enough, I just was not interested in it because I much rather preferred music. I spent afternoons near whispering ravines while playing my harp to folk songs and royal songs alike. My father, the king, was not pleased at all with this so he banned all musical instruments o me until I agreed to pick up a weapon. One of the very few times that I have completely surrendered to someone on their own terms was this one. Eventually, not being able to handle my lack of music, I was willing to pick up the bow and arrow. It turns out that I'm not that bad an archer.
I grew up making friends and enemies alike. As I grew, the responsibilities entitled to me did as well. Evidently, the king's time to retire was coming soon and I would be put in the chair to become a leader. As I began realizing this, I started rebellingin small ways. I would miss my lessons, disregard orders, flirt shamlessly, spend nights out of thecastle without telling anyone where I had gone and more. Rumors started to spread that I had gotten some filly with child and that was why I was so secretive and hidden away. When I found out about this rumor, I didn't bother to disperse it because it just helped me make my escapes easier. Despite all of the rumors and rebellion, my opinion did not go down in the eyes of my people. They still faithfully believed I would be a wonderful king and rule them in peace. In all honesty I was plain frightened of the throne and the responsabilities that came with it.
Due to my insufficient preparation for the throne, that is precicely why it was stolen from me. You might think that one of my brothers ursurped me but no, it was not like that at all. As a matter of fact, the story all begins when the king left the throne in my command because he was going to travel to far away lands for negotiations. Though he did not say it, this was also obviously a test to see if he could rule for at least a week. I think I was rather lucky to have made it to wednesday. On thursday, early before any alarm could have been blared or any scuttering of feet could be heard, an invasion occurred. Millions of orcs stormed the kingdom and had come directly to the castle to murder the king. Imagine their disappointment when they found themselves with only his offspring. At first they considered keeping us until our father's return and have him watch as they tortured us to death but they soon got bored with the idea. They decided they would rather sell us into the slave trade, leaving the king with no successor.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ music
ღ dancing
ღ being pampered
ღscarfs, shawls, books
ღaffecionate masters
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ not being given what I want
✘ branding
✘ fire
✘ cages
✘Being ignored X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can use elemental magic for wind and water, create potions, cast spells and charms.
Yes, there is some side things, like
I enjoy being admired, I can easily take things for granted, humans interest me.
The person that works my mind is not me, but shanda98
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Posted: Wed Jul 31, 2013 5:36 am
 ❝ I am proud of where my Heart and Soul lie. ❞ I am Ruby Kane Astara
But I will let you call me Kane, less preferably Ruby
I'm not that old, I am 23
Are you blind? I'm obviously a Jewel Dragon
Here's an easy one, I'm Bisexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born 15th of July X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 5'7"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 143 lbs (794 lbs. in dragon form)
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Pink, red, and purple; naturally
Look closer, my eyes are dark magenta
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have an imitation of a ruby, topaz, diamond, and onyx in diamond formation, tattooed in color on the back of my neck. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Black, Yellow, Red, Lime
And from it they hung Shield, Sword, Pencil, Crescent moon, Heart X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as a proud creature. Being degraded to such a level in society as offset me completely. I am constantly in a bad mood inside this prison, and the fact that the thing that marks me slave is downright uncomfortable and noisy doesn't help either. When in my own company, I probably look quietly enraged, and try my best to get sleep. When being spoken to, especially by a man who claims higher status than me, I am very cranky, and I tend to be rude; I pay no manners to those who would be below me in my respective place. In the presence of a woman, however, and one deserving of her position at that, I hold my tongue. It is quite distasteful to disrespect a lady. On a personal level, however, it is a completely different story. I do not court what I say, usually depending on who that person is to me, or how I act. Though when in an argument, if it is someone I care about, there are lines I will not cross even in anger. I am not a very gentle or comforting person, as that is simply not how I've lived my life, but there are times when I try my best to be. This is when I make someone I care about cry, a family member or friend, or even a child when it is not for the sake of discipline. It is very hard to get on my good side, though sometimes that will do the trick.
Quit invading my life, It went I was born inside a volcano, our clan perched and living in surrounding mountains. I lived five years before turning to human form for the first time, a very young age for our kind. I was named by the quality of my scales, as that what my kind are known for: armor the colors of treasures. More often than not we were hunted by creatures of all kinds with a human shape for this prize. From our predecessors we were raised learning the ways of our kind. To be warriors defending what we do because it is the right thing to do; a form of chivalry, if you will. Many times did my fellow dragons and I change to our human form and enter the towns undetected, as it was unbeknownst to the citizens or its protectors. This way we learned the life of those in modern society, the lifestyle that humans and creatures with human forms built.
The other inhabitants in our area were tired of their fresh supply of food being taken from the surrounding forest, tired of the many failed attempts at trying to kill a Jewel Dragon. In the middle of the night in the summer, hundreds of skilled hunters of all different species marched into the mountains, destroying our homes and driving us out of the them. Many of the clan were captured and killed, or crushed to death in the avalanches caused in the midst of the raid. Those who escaped split up and traveled far, I being among them. I traveled many hours, many miles, not stopping for anything until I felt sure I was far away enough. When I finally landed, I landed near a city and disguised myself as human and traveled into the city. As I had never been there before and I had no money, I was left to hunting down clothes somewhere, unnoticed by the owner of them, and sleeping outside, up against a building like some lost dog. It was in the midst of my slumber that I was drugged and restrained, though the restraints were unnecessary as the narcotic they had given me scrambled my senses excessively. I was not knocked unconscious as they seemed to had hoped, as I was much too hot blooded and it ran too fast in my veins, but I was willed defenseless and unfunctioning.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Summer
ღ Fire
ღ Sleeping
ღ Quiet
ღ Music
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Cold
✘ Wet
✘ Lack of Sleep
✘ Drugs
✘ Cigarettes X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can In human form I am not so bound by gravity as others, there for it is very easy to loose the ground from under my feet; I can call fire to my aid, and lift things well beyond my human weight. But, short of transforming into my natural form, that is all I can do. With this collar on, however, I can only do partial changes.
Yes, there is some side things, like I get easily sick during cold weather, or cold temperatures. Swimming is fine, but short of that, I disagree with it. In my left ear are onyx-like dragon scales from my dead grandfather's armor, forged into the shape of ear piercings, though not the regular kind, as they are purely made from the scales of a Jewel Dragon. On my right hand a ring made of the same material.
The person that works my mind is not me, but BURNINGXCITY
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Posted: Sat Aug 31, 2013 5:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Sep 18, 2013 2:01 pm
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