Caress's Slave Profiles
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Name: Raven Morte Gender:Female
Race:Fallen Angel
Age: Unknown, Looks 19.
Personality:Acts innocent but is the complete opposite, cunning and clever. She isn't afraid to be sarcastic and bitchy to her Master and having a sharp tongue explain her more witty comebacks. There is a softer side to Raven, though she will only show it to those who have gained her trust. She has a warm smile and a soft touch with those she respects.
Type of Slave:Very Disobedient, needs a strong master to make her do what he wants. Will not submit unless its to her own advantage and she sees her Master as worthy. Hates collars and leashes and is know to do the unthinkable to get around them. She will lie in wait for weeks, waiting for her chance to break free, do not take her temporary obedience for granted.
Bio:Raven was once an Angel among the heavens; she feasted with gods and partied with titans. She was one of God's chosen and had exceptional power among the clouds, revered for her talent and skill as well as her beauty. A heavenly Assassin, she was sent on covert missions, sanctioned by the Lord himself, none of which she ever failed to complete. When the time came that Lucifer, her lover, broke from the heavens with a revolt and was sent down to rule hell, Raven went right with him. She was stripped of her Heavenly powers, transforming them with the dark essence and took on a more sinister appearance as she fell by his side. She was Lucifer's right hand for some time, and he rewarded her with new powers and a high place in the Demon Court. One day though, a Demoness, much more powerful then herself, challenged her for her position in the court. Losing the fight lost her Lucifer's favor and her spot at his side, she was sent to the mortal world to fend for herself. She lost most of the power during the process and longs to regain her place and her power, and will do almost anything to get it. Not long after she was sentenced to the mortal world, she was caught by slave traders and she has been through several Masters, some have died, others have simply given up. She is very disobedient and loves to rattle her Masters chain; she will do anything to get him angry, still loving pain and torture from her time spent in hell.
Appearance:-Picture- Ice blue eyes, and when her wings are melded to her back they are two beautiful tattoo's on her back.
Likes:Raven loves to be the center of attention. Torture and pain simply give her pleasure and she enjoys a Master who knows how to use his whip. Also Raven needs to feel that she has a place, a purpose in her Masters life and house or she will rebel, feeling that she is not being used to her full advantage.
Dislikes:Collars and Leashes, Weakness, being locked inside.
Fetishes:A Master that can put her down and make her submit. Leather, bondage.
Owned:bahamut slayer
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Name:Autumn Gender:Female
Race:Lycan
Age:Looks to be 19
Sexuality: Straight
Personality:Autumn is very down to earth, her whole persona revolving around nature. She is very calm and quiet around people, and would rather venture off on her own, and will be found often sitting under a tree staring off into space thinking. Autumn is a very smart girl who knows when to keep to herself and way to say yes. But she is also a very strong woman who knows what she's worth and what she is capable off. Her temper is mild and is usually kept under wraps unless she is continuously badgered about something. Autumn is a very simple girl in the ways of what she needs, she will be as happy sleeping in a grand bed as on the ground under the stars at night.
Type of Slave:Autumn is not unwilling to wear her Master's collar. She enjoys having someone above her to make the decisions and handle the big stuff. Normally she is content to follow orders and walk along side her Master, but if he pushes her to far or tries to hurt her she will fight back. That is the only thing that will break her unwavering loyalty; if her Master tortures her. The act of pulling her beyond her pain limits breaks not only her emotions but her trust for her Master, causing her to rebel and most likely escape.
Bio:Autumn was born in a small shack in the Black Forest, a place known for lycans, faerie and elves. Her mother and father were both members of the Roanus Clan, one of the larger Lycan clans in the woods, and were ranked high enough that they were allowed to mate. She grew up surrounded by the Clan, other pups and hundreds of full grown adults to care for them. It was the way of the clan to raise children as if the the whole Clan we're their parents. Each female fed the pups, and every male taught them to fight, to hunt and defend themselves. She spent glorious days playing with others of her year and training to finally go on Clan hunts. It came the day where those of her year fought each other, sparring and showing their skill to be placed in their hunting parties with the other adults. Autumn was eventually placed with the Stag's known for their quickness and ability to morph only parts of their body without fully changing over. She was ecstatic and woke up early the morning of her first hunt, cleaned her bow and made sure her quiver was full. They would hunt in human form today, going for a cleaner kill with the deer in the forest. As the party set out, they wove through the dense tree's appearing for a second only to disappear again in the mass of forest. That second was long enough for a slave trader passing through to spot Autumn, the youngest in the group and therefor covering the rear of the party. She was hit hard over the head and taken away from the clan, and thrown into slavery.
Appearance:-Pictures- Autumn usually wears cloth huntress wear, dark greens and tans with a small tanned skin bag tied at her waist. Her hair is normally braided and kept back away from her face, but she is known to take it down when she needs to present herself. [Top left: human Form. Bottom right: Wolf Form]Likes:Autumn love the outdoors, it was where she grew up and spent her time as a pup. She enjoys the smell of a meadow, the grass and flowers and the scent of prey on the wind. When indoors she likes to have something to do, she hates feeling useless and sedimentary. She likes to always be moving and on to the next task at hand. Autumn likes to be free to roam her Master's house, allowed to come and go as she pleases in her area. She hates being caged and will fight at restraints.
Dislikes: Autumn absolutely despises being tortured. If she does something wrong she will understand punishment and not fight her Master. But if punishment turns to torture for the sake of hurting her she will fight back for her own skill, deeming her Master dishonorable. Autumn also hates being kept in a cage or on a leash, she considers herself well behaved and thinks that with that she should be allowed to walk by her Master's side without the restraint of a leash, or stay in a room or spot without the need for bars around her.
Fetishes:Autumn has a thing for men who know how to hunt, for hunting in general. It was what she was trained to do and anyone who knows the correct use of a bow and arrow and can take down game is amazing to her. The thrill of the hunt in the same sense gets her heart racing. The chance to do as nature had created her to do, to kill, to bring home the meat. Also a Master who knows just how to keep her in line, without the use of beatings and constant name calling.
Owned: N/A
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Username: Caress_Of_Moonlight Name: Sharon Miles
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Race: Human
Title: The Twisted Servant
Personality:Sharon is a stoic girl, her face and body language always cold and unforgiving. She rarely smiles or laughs, but when she does the look is pure evil, as if with that single smile she could make all the destructive thoughts in her head reality. Quiet and to herself, Sharon would strike you as shy and insecure, but she is quite the opposite. Sharon is very secure in her abilities, in fact so much that she speaks only when she warrants the situation and those present worthy of her voice and opinion. Normally Sharon keeps to herself and a small group of those she sees fit to converse with, her standards kept high, are her swiftest weapon for riding herself of 'dead weight'. Sharon is very self-centered when it comes to her looks and what she wants, she will spend hours in front of the mirror merely brushing her hair and listening to music played softly in the background. Surprisingly inside, Sharon is very violent, and if the right triggers are pressed she can and will explode with the fury of hell itself. She is the personification of the saying "The quiet before the Storm". When angry she will quietly turn to the poor soul, slowly a grin will spread across her face and then...all hell will break lose.
Background:Sharon grew up in St. Luis, her family well off financially but emotionally poor. Her mother was always cold, attending to her social events and high society friends, leaving Sharon home and unsupervised. Her Father, constantly working with clients, having affairs and feeling of annoyance toward Sharon's existence did not help the child develop a kindness to her either. Left with nanny after nanny, Sharon had little to entertain her but to terrorize the help. Sometimes being caught with the maid that had come to clean her room, tied to a chair and bleeding from several wounds, Sharon standing unmoved with the knife in her hand, only to look at the finder with empty eyes and say, "I was bored". She grew up and was eventually put into a private school to be taught high school, after being home schooled for much of her elementary years. It wasn't long before Sharon took biology to far, found attempting to dissect a fellow student in the girls bathroom. Her education in school was quickly ended after the second incident. Catching her father having an affair with her teacher, Sharon mutilated the women, bleeding her almost to the point of death, while her father fled from home. Her mother was so ashamed of Sharon and her misdeeds that she kept her distance from her, claiming socially that she had no daughter, leaving her alone and imprisoned in the house to fend for herself with the help...or rather for the help to fend for themselves with Sharon.
Years passed and Sharon continued to school herself at home, taking on her mothers self centered notion that being a Miles made her better then everyone else. In truth Sharon, despite the lack of proper schooling, was very intelligent and highly talented in the ways of mind games. She used her time at home to test such abilities, tricking the help, manipulating them and even mentally enslaving a few. After tiring of the house she was imprisoned in she simply left her Mother a note telling her that she was leaving and she wouldn't need to worry about the daughter she didn't have. The only problem for her mother was that Sharon had left the note stapled to the forehead of the Head of Staff, tied up and bleeding on her Mothers bed, and her wallet missing. Sharon wandered the streets, using her Mothers money to book rooms, buy food and indulge herself as she pleased for a few weeks, before one day running into an elderly man in a dress shop. The shop sold more scandalous outfits and Sharon's eye had caught site of a leather bustier that had her name on it. The man apparently owned the store and helped her with her purchases. When she told he learned that she had no home, and the reasons for which, he offered her a place in his mansion on the other side of town.Sharon was unsure for a moment but accepted the offer.
He took her to his mansion, the house so large that he had a staff of over 200 people. When Sharon entered the house though, something struck her as odd about those who worked there. Dressed in almost all bondage gear, the maids crawled on their knees when he was in the room, the kitchen staff came at a whistle and called him "Master". Sharon saw the power the man held over his staff and realized it was not much different then she had held over a few of the staff in her old home. One night at dinner, a servant spilled water all over Sharon's lap, but before the old man could respond to beat the poor girl, Sharon was up out of her chair, commanding the girl to her knees. Punishment was swift, a strong backhand to the face and a hard kick in the gut followed by a scalding dismissal, made the elderly man smile. It was the truth that he was growing to old to really command his staff any longer, he needed someone to take over when he was no longer able to handle it all. So Sharon was then taught exactly how to punish and control each slave in the house, which tools were used on what parts of the body, how much blood could be lost before the girl would died and just how long you whipped the skin on their backs before its split them down.
Sharon was a natural and quickly caught on to everything the elderly man taught her. She was skilled with each tool, each weapon and each command. Everything was going well until the man came into Sharon's room one night, with an attempt to rape her. He climbed into bed with her , waking her up from her sleep, with calming words he tried to coax her into the right positions for him. Sharon would not have his hands on her, he was not worthy of her body, he was not her better. A smile smile spread across her face as she turned to the old man, he smiled back unaware of the hell he had just unleashed. The next morning sirens drove up the long driveway to the mansion. Every slave in the house was missing, their blood though was easily found, painted on the walls of the whole mansion. The old mans body was another easy find, chained up in the very shackles he trained Sharon with, mutilated with parts missing. The police found no evidence of who had done it and closed the case after a few weeks. Meanwhile Sharon had left St. Luis and was on the look out for a new place to call home, armed with new skills and the taste for blood.
Owned:Ana Leatherina
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Sample:
Raven is chained to the back of a cage, her head hanging, her body slack in the chains, wings falling to her sides. She seemed to be dead, but really she was sleeping, trying to block out the sounds and sights of the damned shop she was stuck in. She hated the very thought that the shackles that bound her to the spot could not be broken. The guards taunt and heckle her, the only thing keeping them away from using her body was that fact that she could kill them if they got to close, even in chains. She had once been a Heavenly Assassin, a dangerous Beauty, and still was, all the but the Heavenly part.
Raven's black dress was very revealing, mostly straps around the top half and only going to her mid thigh. The dress was almost as black as her wings that hung over her. Ravens long white hair draped down over her head to the ground, long enough that had she been standing at her full height of 6ft, it would reach her mid back. She wore no shoes and her bare legs, pale like the rest of her, were dirty from the cage. Slowly her chest rose and fell with her breath. Opening her ice blue eyes she looks out from the bars and into the room. Death to the next who take me.
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Autumn paces back and forth in the cage, she hated being kept in the small space, and it made her anxious. The guards had taken her out of the chain when she begged and promised not to attempt to leave, at least it was an improvement. The dark, dank cage left her little room to pace so it seemed like she would wear through the floor and into the cage bellow her. She sighs and finally kneels down near the back of the cage looking out into the room.
Her bright green eyes all that could really be seen in the dark cage. Her dark auburn hair was long and reaching her lower back braided tight as usual. Her air matches the small triangular ears that were always up and alert on the sides of head, and her long luscious tail that lays across her lap. She absent-mindedly plays with her tail, twirling the hairs around her fingers. She Autumn was beyond ready to be out of the cage, she would do almost anything to be away from the steal and the bars, as well as the guards who stared at her all day. She growls low in her throat, frustrated, knowing she could only wait for a Master to choose her.
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Sharon walks through the streets of St. Luis, her bright eyes catching the light from the dim streetlights, shining in the darkness. She wears a black dress the clings to her body as she moves, the skirt ending mid thigh, exposing fishnet stockings that disappear into calf-high combat boots. Her blonde hair falls around her shoulders and down her back, framing a face that wears an expression that could care less for the world. Sharon isn't a tall girl, maybe reaching 5'5'' in height, but her presence was massive, human by birth, Sharon's brush with the undead as turned her into a force to be reckoned with. As she approaches the bar, the steel toes on her boots clink on the sidewalks, her hair flows gently behind her as she makes her way, her eyes constantly searching the alleys and dark corners for possible threats.
As Sharon reaches the bar she opens the door, looking into the dark, smoke hazed room she can sense her. She is here, I know it, she thinks to herself. Searching the bar for a moment with her eyes she can see her sitting in the back at a table, the beautiful line of her body crystal to Sharon, even in the fog that hangs in the air here. A shiver runs down her spine as she walks toward her, thoughts and ideas rushing through her head. Half of her begging her to run, the other pleading her feet to move faster toward the Goddess that sat in front of her. Just as she reaches the table she can feel the Womans eyes turn to her, Sharon's knee's instantly hit the floor as she was trained. A battle hard won by the Woman above her. One only won with a compromise. "I am here, My Mistress" She says.
