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 Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:46 pm
 Username-Caress_Of_Moonlight
Name-Aurora NightWing
Age- Created at the birth of time.
Race- Demonic Vampire
Gender- Female
Sexuality- Bi
Personality-Aurora is a Princess of the high Demon Court, her cold eyes and skin speak more to her personality then her power. She can be heartless and calculating one moment and blunt and cheerful the next. She speaks with a poets tongue, her words her most potent weapon in her arsenal. Self assured and honest about her own flaws it takes much more then a witty remark to get under her skin. In the same regard she guards her emotions with the up most security and not just anyone will find their way to her heart.
Type of Master/Mistress-Mistress NightWing carries her whip around with her where ever she goes, unafraid to use it at a moments notice to punish a slave. 'Slave Rights' have no meaning in her home, nor is it her practice to deal out punishments befitting the crime. She enjoys making her slaves feel helpless and worthless, while at he same time giving them a purpose to submit, a reason to continue under the oppression of her collar. Aurora expects only the most speedy obedience from her slaves and will beat it out of them with out a second thought. Even with this in mind, a slave that breaks to quickly and shows no spine is of no use or entertainment to Aurora and will soon find themselves out of a home, and if she is in a bad mood, out of a life.
Biography-Aurora was created out of the very fire and brimstone of hell, under the hands of her Father, the Devil himself. She was brought up amongst the Demon Court, a Princess among the Lords and Lady's. Training under the Master Forger himself Aurora learned to use a blade of any kind, and with the evil mind given to her by her Father, she soon rose to take the position of Court Executioner, torturing and punishing Lords, Lady's and Underlings that Dare to defy her Father. Soon though, Aurora grew disillusioned with the Demon Court and its high society, she wished for a more simply life where she could pursue her own pleasures. This idea outraged her father and he trapped her in hells fire pits. Only after promising to create him an army among the mortals was she finally allowed to leave. Aurora awoke one night, alone in a wood, the moonlight the only light by which she could see the figure in front of her. Her Devil father stood in his Demon form, yet the Father to a Vampire Race, the army she had promised him. Before he left her he spoke softly to her and said, “My Daughter, this will be your land, your territory, this land of mortals. Protect it and do not make me regret my choice.” She stood and thought to herself, “I am Aurora Nightwing, Lady of Cold Death, Daughter of Devils; I will not fail in my creation”. Where she was, or how she got there, was a mystery, all she knew is that it was now her home. She knew she could never return to the fiery pits she had been spawned in, having angered her Father with her leaving, she would have to live amongst the mortals. Aurora carries her whip where ever she goes, and is very skilled with it, as well as a katana given to her by the Master Forger himself. Her dragons, Storm and Ash are her constant companions; they were the only thing she had left of the underworld, her Fathers gift to her at birth.Although Aurora is pure in her vampire race, her power stems from her demonic creation, making most of her powers demonic in form. She does posses the vampire powers that she has passed down to through her linage but when the power of the devil or hell is called upon the power is then demonic in form, no longer holding vampires to the same rules. Don’t let her appearance persuade you into thinking she's sweet and safe, she is anything but. And be careful her powers are stronger at night.
Weapons:The whip Aurora carries with her is an 8ft bull whip, with steel poisoned barbs that parade its length. These bars will rip through flesh and inject a painful concoction that allows Aurora's power to enter the slaves body. She will only unless the poison if she feels control of the slave is needed immediately, or as a painful punishment. Aurora also carries a katana behind her back, usually concealed between her and her wings. This blade is demoniacally possessed and she can call it back to her if it is ever lost in a fight and can not be broken.
Likes:Aurora enjoys the darkness, its soft elegance wrapping around her, and the moons radiance is her power cell. The taste, smell and look of blood is something that she will show her slaves that she loves. The looks and cries of pain from her slaves as she extracts the ruby liquid is something that she revels in. Another thing Aurora truly enjoys is jealousy. She was brought up in the Demon Court, a highly prized woman of power, men constantly fought for her hand, and any pet that is protective or jealous of others is something she enjoys, as a reminder of her past.
Slave Type Wanted:Aurora is a bisexual Mistress and enjoys taking in both male and female pets, thought she proffers males. For a Mistress that values order and obedience she wants her slaves at the beginning to be stubborn and strong. A slave that will spit in her face and tell her she is weak, but smart enough to realize when their power is outweighed by her own. An intelligent slave who knows when to keep their mouth shut, but doesn't always listen to themselves. ___________________________________________________________________________________________ Aurora walks into the shop, her silhouette in the doorway. Her large black wings fold behind her as she walks down the isles, her silletto leather booths clicking on the cold tile floor. As she walks her long silver hair flows silently behind her, down around her lower back, hiding the katana strapped to her back. Aurora's piercing silver eyes, glance in and out of the cages, lined along the wall. She smiles, her fangs showing subtly under her upper lip, blood stained from use. Her right hand rests on her whip which is tied to her hip. Her black dress coming to the mid thigh, clinging to her every curve perfectly. Aurora's Demon tail swings gently behind her, her small horns hidden underneath her hair.
She walks down the isles of cages her eyes scanning each cage and sizing up each pet. She looks up at the sight of a dim heavenly aura shining from a cage down the line. Aurora smiles eying the angel from the side glance so that he could not see her yet. "Shop Keep" She says softly. The man rushes over to her, standing in front of her, his knee's obviously shaking as his voice studders out, "Y-Yes M-Mistress NightWing?" Aurora smiles again and looks down at the man, her fangs showing under her upper lip. "Bring me his papers" The mans eyes go wide and nods quickly rushing off to follow her order.
Aurora walks down the isle further until she was just within the boy's field of vision. She leans against the wall and looks into the cage. What is your name little one? She asks in his head, her voice like velvet against his sub-conscious. She could already delve into his mind, pick out information she needed, all while holding this small chatter with him. She would know everything she needed to whether or not he told her himself. Something about the way he stood in his bonds, the subtle scars on his skin and the flame of hope still burning in his eyes made her take notice of him, and find interest.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:47 pm
 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:__________________________________________________________________________________________ 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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Caress_Of_Darkness Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:48 pm
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 ___________________________________________________________________________________________ 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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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:49 pm
~~~ 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:________________________________________________________________________________________ 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.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:56 pm
Username:
Name:Lady Elizabeth Bathory
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Age:25
Personality:Lady Bathory is a very seductive woman, knowing when and where to show a little more skin then normal to get where she wants to go. She is a very sophisticated and poetic woman, her standard held much higher then most, she will keep her thoughts to herself for some time before letting you know what she thinks. But when she does finally give you the pleasure of her opinion, people listen, her voice a soft velvet feeling on the air, an air of arrogance and confidence bathes every syllable. Lady Elizabeth will speak to her guard or her escorts if she wishes to speak with you, and have them introduce her, she is all about the formalities. If you dare not kiss her hand or return her cheek peck she will see it as an insult to her status. Another thing about Lady Bathory is that she rarely looks into the eyes of who she speaks to, her eyes dark pools of mystical emptiness, it is not an insult but a courtesy. She feels the eyes are a window to the soul, and her soul is a very dark and deadly place, one she wishes not to subject others too. She does not speak much, keeping an arrogant smirk on her face at most times, deceiving the person into thinking all there is in her heart is death. This is not true, Lady Elizabeth is driven and determined to get where she intents to go, and stepping on a few toes to get there is alright with her, but she is a loving woman, having cared for each husband, each child and each family she has come into. But love is a weakness when shown publicly, seduction and manipulation are so much more becoming of a lady.
Background:Lady Elizabeth Bathory has worked her way through the court system, one marriage at a time, her husbands mysteriously disappearing. In truth only a hand full were her fault, most were already older and passed their time while she was with them, leaving her with their title and one more step up the latter. Being a strong woman no one ever questioned her ability to hold the position her late husband would have left her in, and she rarely was even discussed in court society unless they spoke her recent marriage or funeral attended. Lady Bathory rarely speaks of her past, something she is disgusted by. She was born into a peasant family; a beauty from birth, her hair grew in curled locks of fire around desolate eyes that sung to men of her worthiness. Most in her village believed she had been born into the wrong social plateau, that looks and regality shouldn't go to such a waste as the filth she was born into. Elizabeth listened to the praises, believed them, and perused them until she found herself a Lady of the Royal Court, Lady Elizabeth Bathory, who now ruled over the very village she was born into.
†Turned†
Personality:Lady Bathory’s personality changes little when she is turned. She has always been a determined, arrogant, seductive woman. Though once transformed into the devils solider her talents are magnified. Her power is still new to her so it is not as well hidden, and anyone who can recognize Vampire energy will be able to sense her in the area. This can make her more irritable and jumpy, as she does not want others to know she is a Vampire, it would blow her cover, under which she hunts. Also with the fangs comes her sadistic nature, she will torture her victims that she can enslave, make them do her dirty work before turning them as well if they please her.
Background: §Note: Only Valid if she starts in Vampire form.§ When Lady Bathory married her 'late' husband Malcolm Bathory, her last husband, she had reached the highest position she could, being she was not of royal birth. She noticed some very odd things about her new husband. He didn't go out much during the day, staying in castle and in their room. The Servants said that he ailed from insomnia and was forced to sleep during the day. It was different for Elizabeth, but it made for some wonderful night life, parties, balls, late nights in bed and the like. Malcolm came to be the one husband that Elizabeth really loved, and he shared her feelings. So one night that the two spent awake in the throws of passion he told her he wanted her with him forever. Elizabeth was enthralled by him, his love consumed her and she returned the statement. That night Malcolm made his word reality and bit Elizabeth, turning her into a Vampire just like he was. Still together, Malcolm and Elizabeth are a true Court Couple, love each other, but faithfulness was never part of Vampire vows.
Powers:Litany's kiss Lady Bathory has always been a seductive creature and this power makes that slightly more deadly then it was. Lady Bathory's power can coax you into a passionate kiss using a combination of her other power and use of illusions. With that kiss she can steal your free will for some time, turning you into her personal servant. For this time the victims eyes become slack and empty of emotion, making them detectable to others if enough attention is paid. Harmony's WhisperThis power emphasizes Lady Bathory's soft velvet voice. It allows her to weave her way into anyone in the room's conscious and take away all worries, apprehension, inhibitions and calm them, making them perfect targets for her other powers.
If Bitten:Those who have the pleasure of being brought to their eternal death by Lady Elizabeth will benefit from her immortality in several ways. Lady Bathory values beauty and art, so her bite will not look like two fang puncture wounds, but will dance under the victim’s skin and create a tattoo that compliments the victims own personality, hiding the fact that they now serve their Lady. Lady Elizabeth blood oaths all of her children, making them her faithful servants, and in return they are given glorious positions in the court society and taken care of well for their eternal lives.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 6:57 pm
Username-Caress_Of_Darkness
Name-Sapphira Morte
Age-Looks Early Twenties
Race-Succubus
Gender-Female
Sexuality-Bisexual
Personality-Sapphira, ever since she was young, has always been a polished debutante, her family being of aristocratic society and her mother demanding her feminine mannerisms to be perfected. She walks, talks, and radiates the cold hearted sophistication her mother had demanded of her, though her mother was not the one to finally get it out of her. Her new 'Mother,' as she calls her, was the one to pull that from the spoiled rotten child that had come to her doorstep and to teach her what it meant to act like woman of her status. Naturally good looking, Sapphira always excelled at using such wiles to her advantage and once her manners were more polished, it made her all the more exotic. Hidden fangs and vampire powers help as well. One passion she did retain from her mortal mother was the love of entertaining and being a socialite. Sapphira is constantly planning some gathering, dinner party, or meeting, and loves to be the center of attention. Her grace and beauty, now otherworldly, help to accomplish that goal.
Type of Mistress-Sapphira, even though beginning as an unruly spoiled child, has been polished into the Lady her last name required her to be with the help of her Mistress and Teacher, Aurora. Being taught over the period of ten years, her specialties and personality types were molded into her Mistress style. Lady Morte to her slaves and sophisticated friends, the name is more then a title, her techniques slip her right into the style of Lady Mistress. This means she isn't a really abusive Mistress physically, but mentally she is just as violent as any woman with a few toys. Don't count her out in a dungeon, just because she chooses not to use it as her main form of punishment, doesn't mean Sapphira doesn't know how to use the whip she carries with her. Slaves coming under Lady Morte's care will find themselves slowly molded into whatever place she has chosen for you in her home. This could include anything from a servant, maid, butler, dolls, consorts, and even jesters. Though Sapphire doesn't normally physically punish her slaves, she does enjoy the physical appearance, focusing on that in training and in punishment and it isn't uncommon for her slaves to be made to parade around in any fashion she has chosen for them that day, small missions and even sending them off to spend the night away from her, a real punishment from a succubus.
Biography-A courtly lady by birth, Sapphira was brought into this world by parents for whom money and power were not an obstacle. Spoiled rotten in her younger years, specific servants were devoted to tending to her every want and need and ended up as life sized dolls that Sapphira took joy in dressing, posing, and breaking when she was finished with them. As she grew older, her mother grew tired of the 'games' she played with her servants and tired of having to hire new ones when the ones Sapphira 'broke' were no longer a use in the house. She decided it was time that her daughter learned to be a sophisticated woman for which her last name demanded. Putting her into lessons, some with her mother, others with special teachers, training her in feminine mannerisms, how to walk, talk, eat, speak, and sit, even which fork to use for her salad. Sapphira had no interest in such things and to her mother's dismay, quickly took to her spoiled behavior, derailing lessons with her mother with tantrums and breaking the minds of the teachers her mother sent in. She would have none of these lessons, what did she need them for? She was a Morte, and Mommy and Daddy would give her what she wanted if she was polite about it or not. Especially her dad, she was 'daddy's little girl' and what she wanted was first and foremost of importance to him. He never set restriction on her and her spoiled behavior was really his fault, but he traveled and worked a lot, so he rarely saw the tantrums or the fits, he saw her as his perfect little girl. The only rule he ever had with her, was that she was not to consort with the Vampire families that lived near by. He didn't trust the 'bloodsuckers' and hated them for reasons he never told Sapphira. She assumed that was where he had received the deep scar that lined his face and collar bones, but it was not something she dared ask, getting daddy angry was bad for her 'toy' collection.
Finally as her 16th birthday approached, and her 'coming out party' was being planned, Sapphira's mother was losing her mind all on her own. She could not possibly show the world her spoiled, unruly child. What would it do to her reputation? If her daughter, the daughter of Melissa Morte, the socialite, the wife of Lord Morte, was such a demon child, what would people say? It was to horrible a thought for Sapphira's mother and again she tried to force her daughter into classes, pleading with her to just listen and try to learn. Still Sapphira would have none of it, she had grown more sadistic with her age, and her lovely smile hid some very twisted thoughts, some of which she played off on the new teachers her mother sent her. One teacher in particular was harsh with her, and hit her one day that she wouldn't listen. He slapped her across the face, and when even daddy didn't do anything about it, Sapphira stomped off fuming. She would not take this, her daddy was supposed to do everything for her, give her everything she wanted, and he hadn't. The idea sprung up quickly in her mind, she would get daddy back in a way he would never recover from, in a way she could always taunt him with.
With a laugh and a smile, she packed a small bag of things she would need and left in the middle of the night for the Nightwing castle across town. It was just outside of the main town, off in the forest a bit. Creatures were supposed to live in the forest surrounding her castle, but they stayed in the shadows, watching Sapphira trek through their domain. Coming up to the large doors Sapphira went to knock, but the doors swung open before she could. Standing before her was Aurora Nightwing, the Mother of Vampires, the one woman her daddy hated more then anyone else, and looking at her Sapphira couldn't see why. She was beautiful in a way she had never seen before, she stood with a grace that would make her mother jealous and her voice was as soft as velvet on her ears. "Welcome Little Morte, I have been expecting you. Come in." That night Sapphira spoke with Aurora on her wishes and wants, attempting to force it out of Aurora the way she had always gotten what she wanted, but Aurora was not amused or moved by her fits of rage, her tantrums, and whining. She laid out her demands in return of turning Sapphira. She would stay as Aurora's servant and student for ten years, five years as a human, five turned, she would be taught how to be a Vampire and exactly how to be a Lady, she would listen to Aurora or her new immortal body would be tested for such claims, and she could never return home. The last one bothered Sapphira, she had wanted her daddy to really see what she had done, but she wanted to get back at him, and the more and more Aurora had talked about what it meant to be a Vampire, and more specifically a Succubus, she was more intrigued then ever before. Agreeing to Aurora's terms, the process began that next night. Aurora would not allow a spoiled child to live with her. Aurora was a Princess of Hell itself, and public gatherings and hosting gatherings was part of her every day schedule. Sapphire realized she had not gotten away from the lessons her mother had been trying to teach her, but something about Aurora made her want to listen, need to learn from her, maybe it was the fact that her blood literally now flowed in her veins, or maybe it had finally occurred to Sapphira that she could use this to her advantage.
Weapons- A gift from her Mistress and teacher, the only woman she now looks up to, Aurora Nightwing, the whip she carries is her most prized possession. The barbed tip carries a lethal dose of Vampire venom if Sapphira chooses, or just enough to cause pain for hours. The venom is a direct link to Sapphira and if she has sliced you with it, her power can be accessed from inside the victims own bloodstream. Normally only used as a swift punishment for unruly slaves, the whip is always at her side, but if she feels you are to serve her as an art piece, the whip is her paint brush and your skin is her canvas, trained to perfection by her Mistress, Sapphira wields the weapon with skill.
Likes- Sapphira retained only one love from her mortal mother, the love of entertaining, Aurora was the one to refine the art in her, and now she indulges herself to her hearts content. Being the center of attention is something she has come to expect, her personality, cold but exotic steals the very air from the lungs around her, leaving many jaws slack when she walks into a room. She is a wonderfully attentive host in that she has trained her staff to be bent to every will and fancy of her guests, and her laughter is infectious. Being a Succubus helps only in that her voice now lays on a melody and her eyes dance to the same beat, an intoxicating effect to any that stare to long. Luxury and comfort are some things that she demands in her home, growing up with it and now trained to deserve it, she has molded her entire life to give her luxury and beauty all around her at all times. Even going to the extreme of turning slaves she no longer has a use for as walking art pieces, the skins as canvases, her brush being her whip.
Fetish's- Leather and Chains are the tolls of a Mistress, and slaves are just an extension of the Mistress to Sapphira, so slaves dressed in leather, well dressed in leather and the right amount of binds are a turn on to Sapphira. She obsesses over beauty and appearance, but in private she enjoys the rough and dirty. Blood, an obvious turn on to a Vampire, is best served warm and spilled to Sapphira, loving to lick the life liquid from the skin of others. Other then that, her fetishes are well kept secrets, kept for intelligent slaves to seek out, they may be to their advantage some day.
Slave Type Wanted- She enjoys breaking a slave, but does it in her own way. Slaves that have been previously owned knowing what they should, may or may not be behaving as they were taught, but she hates new slaves. Though breaking tough, newly captured is something she will do from time to time if she is bored. She can be very picky and is known to leave the shop several times empty handed before taking something home. _______________________________________________________________________________________ Sapphira walked down the hallway, her heels clicking on the stone tiles, her tightly braided hair falls to her lower back, and her piercing eyes seem to search every inch of the corridor before her. Down the hall stands a large wooden door, steps behind it lead to her slave house, a catacomb of rooms and locks where she houses her pets. She had one in particular in mind, and he was to serve his purpose for the day, she had someone very important coming to visit and was in need of a Jester. A smile slid across her face as she heard the collective gasp from the slaves allowed lose downstairs as they heard he heels hit stone steps above them. Scattering, she could hear their rapid formations. As she rounded the corner each and every freed slave sat, kneeling in a line, heads down and hands on the floor in a bow. "Mistress, we live to serve" The echoed as she walked down the line looking for him. Tapping his head she says softly her voice as erotic as her figure, "You."
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:07 pm
Username:Caress_Of_Darkness
Name:Sapphire R'hal
Age:Unknown
Race:Demon
Sex:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Personality:Sapphire is a very hot headed woman, her anger is always first to respond when she gets into a tight situation. Her twisted nature something that she clings to when things get rough, falling back into her evil beginnings. Normally a quiet, strong woman, Sapphire wont except just any rule, always challenging the system held over her. When she is actually in a good mood, she can be respectful and happy, a very talkative and social girl, but when angry she is very irrational making quick decisions without thinking about the outcomes. Her face usually wears a very empty but a twisted smile, the grin never leaves her face, even when angry or upset, her eyes simply go completely black. Never having anyone stay around her long enough to form a relationship with, means she has a hard time letting anyone in deeper then the outgoing and social facade of her outer shell, even though there is a very sick girl underneath.
Type of Slave:Sapphire is an unpredictable slave, respectful and obeying one minute and unruly and disobedient then next, but always sarcastic. Sapphire can be a loyal and useful slave when she feels her Dom is worthy of her service. She is a value to her Master when it comes to other submissive's, never really being satisfied by ordinary servitude, and tending to take control of any around her she feels beneath her, she serves well as a trainer for her Dom, working other subs into their positions in the household. That can mean other slaves, Dom's that can't handle her and those who have no real position, will be overtaken if they don't watch their backs. Once devoted to a Dominant Sapphire will obey without much resistance and with a high quality performance.
Proffered Master/Mistress:For Sapphire a strong aura is needed, a Master that can project Dominance and continue to make Sapphire feel lesser then them is needed to keep her rebellious side in check. A Master or Mistress dealing with Sapphire needs to have a strong hand, not being afraid to punish her when she needs it, she got away with retaliation once and it wouldn't be to far fetched for her to try to exploit any other weaknesses shown by her Dom. But most important of all, Sapphire needs a Mistress that will put her to use, use her skills in communication, her evil nature by birth and her dominant streak inside her for a purpose, rather the having her walk around like arm candy.
Biography:Created in the 7th level of hell, Sapphire was made to be a court attendant to the Ladies of the Demon court. Her jobs included serving the Ladies, keeping them amused by being entertainment for groups of them when they gathered, helping them get ready for events and being their dolls for torture when they needed to 'blow off some steam'. It was not uncommon for Sapphire to be past around to several ladies a day for just torture, because of her high pain tolerance and endurance, she could take an extreme amount of pain before passing out, something that amused the Ladies constantly. When one day, Lady Malice of the Court, went to far, torturing her withing an inch of her demonic existence. Sapphire saw this loss of control as a a weakness, one she could exploit, and no longer saw the Lady as her better, worthy of her service to her. Turning on the Lady, she retaliated and killed Lady Malice with her own torture devices, but not before beating her into submittion, Lady Malice's last words being "Mistress please...". She was caught by one of the guards that heard the Lady's dieing scream for mercy, and felt the demonic essence released into the air. She was taken before the court and sentenced to exile from hell, to live among the humans. It was the worst punishment she could have received, she was not a full fledge demon one with real powers. Her only ability being that she could enhance bleeding, cause small cuts on the skin and literally pull the blood from her victim. It had been a fetish of one of the Lady's in the court, for whom she was originally created. But other then that small ability she was defenseless against those in the mortal world, even her immortality was more fragile then others of her race. When she was first sent out amongst the mortals, she was weak and still recovering from the beating she suffered, leaving her even more vulnerable then she would have been if left healthy. Sapphire was captured by slave traders and tossed into a cage in a dark, stench ridden shop. She was told she would be sold off to a Master or a Mistress who took interest in her, to which all Sapphire could say was, "Well looks like my chances are high" with a light laugh
Fetishes:Sapphire has a huge fetish for blood, seeing it, tasting it, spilling it and feeling it. Her power applied to blood only feeds that fetish. She also is a whore for bondage, a Master or Mistress that can tie her down and keep her there will have her in the palm of their hands.
Likes:Sapphire enjoys being the center of attention, she is an attention whore and likes being in control of the situation. She likes to complimented and given worthwhile tasks and chores, not amused by daily household jargon.
Dislikes:The only thing Sapphire really doesn't like is feeling useless, sitting around and being left to amuse herself. She can't stand being left alone, needing to be around people and to have attention. Sitting around and twiddling her thumbs is the worst torture you could subject her to. Owned:________________________________________________________________________________________ Sitting in her cage Sapphire sits against the back wall, the chains on her wrists hanging limply next to her, the bonds connected to the walls on either side. Her crimson hair, blackened at the ends, falls around her shoulders, cascading over pale white skin. Her eyes, the same blood red as her hair, set firmly at the ground in front of her, not seeing any use to wasting her energy looking at each Master or Mistress that walked by. None of them wanted her anyway, it said on her sign that she was a demon, one with a mean streak and a tendency to kill other slaves in the house. It wasn't that Sapphire wanted a Master, or that she needed a Mistress, she was simply starting to go stir crazy, being in this rotten cage for so long didn't exactly help her already twisted mind.
She kept to herself most of the time while kept in the cage, talking with new pets being brought in if they were caged near her. Most of the time is was some fluffy fur ball, they were all gone within a week. Worthless Dominants wanting something furry and cute, none of them would have been able to handle her anyway. They weren't strong enough to keep their weaknesses hidden, or not have them. Some had stopped at her cage, memorized by her erotic beauty, but most either got spit at as they asked her name or read the sign stating her origins and walked off on their own. Sapphire didn't care, she could sit here as long as she needed to, waiting for the day they tried to move to another cage, to use that opportunity to escape.
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Posted: Sat Mar 08, 2008 7:29 pm
Username: Caress of "xxxxxxxxx"Character Name: Lustina Sataneal
Race: Arch Devil
Age: Less then 200 Years old.
Sexuality: Bisexual
Title: Child of Lust & Madness
Personality: Lustina's personality is what many would say to be the ideal Female Devil. This personality is much of a result of her parents. Lunatica, the daughter of the devil and the entity Madness, and her "father", the entity of Lust. This mixture of blood has made Lustina a very seductive, but also half-mad Devil. She will push down and take whatever pleasure she can find if she gets one of her lustful cravings and this has given her a reputation as a Seductress, but being born from Lust itself does make it a natural thing. What is more known about her is what she has from her mother, Lunatica. From her she has the essence of Madness, enjoying herself while torturing others in front of her Mother, standing by her mothers side and smirking as others scream. She is not as Cruel as her mother, because she likes her prey to be healthy enough for her to enjoy herself. She has no attachment to her Mother and her Grandfather in an emotional sense, not that he takes any interest in her, but Lustina respects him with a passion that is surprising, regardless of what others think of him. She still considers herself in training, wanting to learn all it takes to be the "Perfect Devil." She has the title of Arch Devil, but only due to her Bloodline. She plans to make a name for herself to earn that title for real and this is an ambition that makes her burn in a mixture of Lust and Madness, a true Daughter of Lunatica.
Fetish/Likes: Lustina has inherited a lot of her mother's like for pain and cruelty, but it is from the essence of Lust she has her biggest traits. For Lustina, pleasure is all that matters. A constant and never ending desire for pleasure would be expected from the child of Lust, but it's how she gets this pleasure that is worth mention. She takes massive pleasure in pleasing her Mother, seeing her Mother's gentle face, because no one ever sees it but Lustina and knowing that it's something only for her drives her to see it again and again. The best way to do this of course is to perform cruel acts of torture and sometimes lust in front of her Mother and knowing her mother is watching her makes it something extra. However, outside of her Mother's reach, which she rarely ventures unless on a mission for her mother, she takes anything she wants. Mortal or immortal she lets her cravings gain full control to seduce and control whoever she desires. She is proclaimed to be the mother of a whole legion of Evil Creatures and Devil Spawn in the coming millenniums and even if it is unknown to Lustina, the Vatican considers her a larger danger then her mother because of this and is classed as a Arch Devil in their records.
Slave Preference: With Lustina having no real desire for anything but her own pleasure, the source of that pleasure she most often gets from either pleasing her mother with sadistic shows or letting herself run wild in her lustful cravings. This means that Lustina chooses her slaves from one out of two types. The first type is the Slaves she arranges for her time with her Mother, slaves that might seam a little tough and won't break down right away, which makes them perfect victims for her sadistic games with her Mother. The other type are the slaves that are for her own pleasures, slaves with high stamina that are able to satisfy her own hunger. She is known to invite many slaves into her chamber at the same time and give everyone a test run before choosing. Some that disappoint her often become victims of her games with her mother while some will be spared ever meeting Lustina's mother and instead be kept in her private chambers for her own amusement.
Slave Treatment: Lustina has two ways she treats her slaves and which way she does use them depends entirely on what reason she acquired the slave in the first place. If the slave was acquired in order to please her own lustful cravings then the slave will most likely end up chained to one of the many beds in her Chambers and then be used until all their life force is drained away. While many say its a fate worth dying for, it's also quite cruel in its own right, because while Lustina goes wild in her cravings for pleasure she draws the life force of the ones she interacts with. This comes from her body, Lustina is a prime Devil Female in terms of producing offspring. When she matures and grows to an age she can bear children she will steal the life force of all her mates and give it to her children as nutrition to let them grow. The other fate of her slaves isn't any better though. Being tortured and played with over long periods of time in order to please Lustina's mother, Lunatica. Lustina loves pleasing her mother this way, and her mother's sick love for torture and sadistic games has driven Lustina to become a Master in the field in order to be able to bring out the most of her victims to give her and her mother the most enjoyable show possible. Two cruel fates face all that end in her hands, it is simply a choice on how one wish to die..
Background: The Sacred Records in the Vatican is where all the Church's information about Devils and their kind are stored, but very little exists about the Devil Lustina. Tracing their records, the first known contact between the Church and Lustina was recorded about 150 years ago. At the time, she had appeared at a Monastery, however the encounter was not a pleasant one. During her brief time at the Monastery she raped and seduced the entire Priest and Sisterhood, defiling them all. The purity of the Monastery was lost and in the end only three survived their intercourse with Lustina to let the investigators from the Vatican know. It was believed that Lustina had been summoned by the hidden desire many of the Priests and Nuns had for each other, but could not share, and this hidden desire eventually lead to Lustina being summoned. From the encounter, they could record the name Lustina as well as that she was a very young Devil, meaning the search for her parents also was started. During the investigation of Lustina a few more incidents were recorded. A small village had ended up succumbing to their lustful desires simply by having Lustina travel throughout their village. This lead to the conclusion she had to be tied to Lust itself, and with the knowledge of Lunatica being spawned by Madness it gave a reasonable explanation that Lust could have also done the same. She did not seem to be a child of Lucifer which made them relived at the time; however, the records soon named her an Arch Devil, her huge hunger for Lust and Pleasure meant she would end up a very active Mother in the future, probably spawning more offspring then any other Devil save Lucifer himself within a few centuries. During the next few years many sightings were recorded with few survivors, but fifteen years after the first encounter a terrifying truth was revealed. At the time, there were many debates regarding the different Devils and Arch Devils that where currently active. During one such debate a messenger arrived to deliver frightening news, Lustina had appeared again, however this time not alone. She had appeared at the same monastery she had defiled before, they had just managed to rebuild it, but what shocked all to silence was what was said in the report. She had appeared with another Arch Devil, Lunatica Sataneal, and together they had tortured and murdered over forty monks and nuns in training, only a single survivor managing to get out. He had ran away the instant he saw the two Arch Devils, but he had overheard them speaking briefly. While the conversation was not complete there was one part of it that answered a lot of questions. The survivor had overheard that Lustina had addressed Lunatica as Mother. This along with the knowledge that the other Parent was Lust, Lustina's place in the Hierarchy of Hell was established. The shock that Lunatica had a daughter, and that it was Lustina caused a fiercer debate than heard for many years, however the debates seamed to bear no fruit because the Vatican still did not know how to deal with Lunatica, let alone her daughter.
While the debates were raging in the Vatican none of them knew the story behind Lustina's birth and her coming to the world. The story of her birth began during one of Lunatica's ventures into the Mortal realm. Lunatica's desire to torture had reached the point where she would sexually torture her victims for days in front of others before picking another one and she could go on for weeks like this in the same village. This vile act of sexual conduct had made Lunatica excite the entity of Lust. Lunatica also being the daughter of Madness made Lust feel an even stronger attraction to Lunatica. It is said in Hell that Lust managed to Seduce Lunatica by offering countless maidens from all over the world to please Lunatica's desires. Lunatica took such great pleasure in her acts of torture that she started to allow Lust's advances towards her. During their single night together Lust and Lunatica mated, and Lunatica became pregnant. In hell it was said the longer the Devil was pregnant the stronger the child would grow. During the six years Lunatica was not seen by neither Hell nor the Mortal realm she bore her child and then gave birth, no one knew where she had gone and many believed she might have been slain by the Celestial Guard or one of God's Angels. However, when she reappeared after the six years with a Daughter in her arms everyone realized the truth. She had been isolating herself and concentrating on her pregnancy, not even touching the world with her madness during this time. She had named her Daughter Lustina and presented her daughter before her Father. Her father Lucifer cared little for his Grandchild, but his Daughter was a different story, he agreed to his Daughter's wish to let her daughter bear the name Sataneal, making Lustina the first grandchild allowed to bear the name. Lustina grew up very close to her mother, sharing a strong bond and attachment. Now Lustina acts as her Mother's sense of reason and whenever her mother goes out she follows. Her mother has a hard time staying sane after all and needs someone that could stand by her side without fear of being torn to pieces, Lustina feels quite comfortable in her place by her mother's side and she would be quite jealous if someone tried to steal her mother away from her.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 2:42 pm
Username: Caress_Of_Darkness
Name: Constantina Aurelius
Sex: Female
Sexuality: Bisexual
Age: 18
Country of Origin:Italia
Skill Specialty:As a fighter Constantina's skill is her speed, being nimble enough to get away quickly and get around her competitors weak side before they have time to react. This tactic has saved her time and time again in the streets of Rome as a woman who was gifted with looks. But as less of a fighter she has gotten ahead in life not by her beauty, though surely it has helped, but with her intelligence, schooling herself when her brothers came home with their books and even tutoring them when they needed the help. Working with her father in the senate, dressing as a boy, eventually introduced her to the Emperor. Her final most vital skill is her ability to reason with anyone, even the Emperor when he found out her true gender. Instantly taken with her skills, he wanted her as his bride, but her father would not have it, and she agreed to be his assistant until she grew older.
Personality: At the age of 18, after two years of service to the Emperor, Constantina has him by the ear for several reasons. The main reason being that her softly said, dominant opinions are intelligent and well spoken, and her ability to be decisive in harsh situations, being of extreme value to the Emperor. The other being her beauty and sensual exuberance that she carries herself with. At the age of womanhood, not only does her body know how to show itself, but her mind encourages the eye with well placed words and laughter. A woman of high quality, who knows what she wants and knows how to get it, Constantina sits with the Emperor and persuades him either way on a battle. It isn't uncommon for her favorite fighter to be named the winner, her taste leaning toward the warrior who can draw the most blood, and break the most bone. A sadistic cord in her somewhere is drawn to the sound of bones crushing, and wills breaking.
Biography: Growing up as a normal girl in Roman times, Constantina followed her mother around and learned to control a house hold of slaves, the value of a social party and the position a woman should take toward her husband...subservient. Her Father, a Senator, had other idea's for his bright Daughter. When her brothers went off to school. He made sure they brought home an extra book for Constantina to have. Her father, though rooted in tradition and scripture, was a man who only wanted the best for his children. Constantina spent all her spare time reading and studying the books her brothers brought home, and it didn't take long for her to actually have to tutor them in their studies.
A girl with a high intellect, her Father had the brilliant idea to take her in as a page for the Senate. Only problem was that only males were allowed in the Senate unless under trial circumstances. Her Mother greatly disapproved but, with only a glance from her Husband, she aided every morning in dressing her only daughter as boy so she could attend with her Father. And that she did, she was her Fathers assistant for a year before she was taken along with him to a trial hearing, where the Emperor attended. Instantly he saw through the guise and came up to Constantina's Father after the meeting, and unmasked Constantina, seeing her for what she was. She was so worried she had just cost her Father his job, but instead the Emperor offered her Father a Marriage proposal. "Your Daughter is as beautiful and intelligent as any woman worthy of my hand". Even though Constantina was only 16, a normal age for girls to be getting married, but again her Father refused to let her become a house wife only to bear a male heir for the Emperor and responded. "She will not be married until the age of 20, until then I will allow her to be your personal Assistant. You may come to me for her hand on her 20th birthday if you still find yourself interested."
As Surprised as the Emperor was, that not only was he denied what he wanted, but was given stipulations, he agreed happily to have Constantina as his Assistant. Since then she has lived in the Emperor's palace and served him each day, given the best education and the best commendations. Day to day she assists in his affairs from meetings with the military as the Empire continued to expand, to what color to redecorate his room. In each situation her word is weighed equally heavy by the Emperor, as he values her educated and logical thinking. The Emperor still makes advances towards her, but she smiles, obliging only his mild flirting before reminding him of his given word and the exact amount of time until her 20th birthday.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 2:43 pm
Username:Caress_Of_Darkness
Character Name:Lady Iris
Age:26
Gender:Female
Sexuality:Bisexual
Position:Mistress
Personality:Lady Iris is a very sensuous woman, her favorite past time lounging in her room with several male slaves tending to her, wearing next to nothing, with all her pets around her. She is as exotic as her look. Her tastes in food, clothes and even pets are a show of just that, keeping cats, owls, falcons, and even horses in her estate. She is normally a content woman, relaxed and pleasant, but her temper is explosive as she expects things to be done her way immediately, and if things do not pan out that way, she does not hesitate to kill the slave responsible, and if none could be found at fault, she will kill at random. Other then her excited outbursts Lady Iris is very laid back and relaxed, letting her slaves do the work around her for her.
Type of Mistress:Speaking to her name, Lady Iris expects to be treated as such by her slaves. Respected, revered and feared she runs her home with what would seem a loose grip, giving vague orders, and side comments, but only to seasoned slaves. Slaves that know her tastes and expectations. Lady Iris personally selects the wardrobe of all her slaves, naming the outfits for easy use. Choosing slaves that have talents that amuse her or suit an empty slot in her staff. Though she is bisexual she does lean toward men, and looks for appearance, something that she holds in high esteem.
Background:Growing up in a large family of mostly boys, Iris's father was a wealthy merchant who traveled constantly, leaving her mother and staff to tend her and her six brothers. She lived with her family until the age of 18, extremely close to her mother, and never really knowing her father, but of course being his little girl when at home. She knew how to act to get as she pleased, a bat of an eyelash here, a twirl of a skirt there. She was the envy of all the boys at the social parties her mother took her too. Suiters came to the door daily, asking for the treat of taking her out on their family boat, or for a ride on their families land, and each she accepted, until she had used them for what she wanted, then politely refused further advances, she was a Lady after all. Of course her mother had already taught her that as a woman she was born with weapons against men, and not to fear using them. "We are wealthy enough to fix any mess ups" as her mother put it, and Iris was no where near innocent by the time she was 16. She knew exactly how to use such weapons to get what she wanted. Money, gifts and more came to her through her window at night and her mother sat back and smiled, proud that her daughter was as manipulative as her.
When her Father passed away, the will left almost everything to the boys to "Carry on the business," but Iris and her mother had other ideas, and 'persuaded' the lawyer to change the will in their favor and make it seem legitimate. With a few convincing words her mother had brought the lawyer to his knees, and within a few days, begging to do her bidding. They planned on leaving the business to the boys, and letting them fail with such things, but Iris and her Mother made sure the money and assets fell in their hands. With the money and supplies now in her and her mothers hands, Iris became extremely interested in how her mother had accomplished so much with the lawyer. "Its all about knowing how to break people my dear" she would tell Iris.
After some time, Iris convinced her mother to teach her exactly how she had done it. With a smile her mother began her training, showed her how to break a slave, to train them and keep them with new staff members, and eventually how to get rid of them with older staff members who were no longer needed in the home. Buying Iris her first whip her mother smiled and said, "Now you really are your Mothers Daughter", this was Iris's dream, she and her mother were so close that the pride in her mothers eyes was reason enough to continue. Once Iris moved out, using the money her mother continued to supply her with, she bought her own place, and a merchant business near her to give her a large sum of permanent income. Then she began to fill her house with staff, pets and slaves in large numbers, and she's not done yet.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 10:40 pm
Gaia Name:Caress_of_Darkness
Name: Sarah Beth Samson
Age:18
Gender:Female
Likes: Sarah enjoys spending time out in the gardens of her parents home, laying under the tree's with her sketchbook and small dog Remus. Her soft laughter is something those around her hear often, as humor and comedy are things that Sarah loves. A happy girl she is often found around many people if at a party, and enjoys being social and meeting people. Another pastime that she enjoys deeply, is that of music, and she is often found under that tree singing as she draws away in her sketchbook.
Dislikes: In all honestly Sarah is a very easy going person but the one thing she will not tolerate is disrespect. This could mean for her, her family or those around her. Class and status means little to Sarah and she is known to stand up for the lower class children her age when those of her own class feel they are important enough to treat them badly. Arrogance and stupidity are Sarah's only pet peeves.
Class: Upper Class Elite
Mask: Hidden Love Mask
Biography:Sarah grew up on the upper side of Wilson, a member of the social elite, and well endowed financially. That was not to say she wasn't physically endowed as well, being the pride of her family and a girl the other elites sought after fervently. Though even with suiters constantly at her door, and her Father never sparing expense on her behalf, it is remarkable how humble and sweet Sarah is. Her kind nature coming through in true fashion, giving every one a chance to make an impression, never judging based on class, even though her Mother had tried to teach her to do so. Even so, some of her Mother had gotten to her through genetics, and Sarah has had her moments, and is accustomed to the life her parents have made for her, but constantly aware that it was they that gave it to her. She is hopelessly lonely though, feeling that all the suiters have only came to her for her money and looks, but not for her personality or intellect. So tonight she makes her way to the Masquerade in hopes of finding a partner who will dance with her for her, not being able to see her face, or the dollar signs that are silently said after her name.
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Posted: Sun Apr 20, 2008 7:07 pm
Username:Caress_of_Moonlight
Name:Ashaki Dusk
Age:24
Race:Leopard
Position: Nimir-ra (Pard Queen)
Personality: Ashaki as a young girl was a happy child, laughing and smiling constantly, always running about with the other youngsters. A quick girl, of mind and body, she dominated games with the others and was known as one of the best in the Pard. Slowly as her Father trained her harder and harder she adapted a more serious tone, knowing when it was time to work and get the job done. Her Father though, made sure she never lost the caring and fun nature that she had been born with. Once her Father passed and Ashaki had to take over the Pard, she grew to be a very responsible woman and one that was not afraid to make the choices needed, and take the consequences if that choice was not right. So far she has been on a perpetual streak of well educated choices and skill actions, leading her Pard to prosperity and a wealth in food. She is a very protective woman, and will go to battle for any one of her Pard mates, no questions asked, and that alone has kept attackers away, for her name is known throughout the land as one of the fiercest fighters of tooth and claw.
Biography:As a young cub, Ashaki was the daughter of the Nimir-raj of her pard. Her father was a strong leopard who protected the Pard with his life as Léopardé Lionne, even in human form. She revered and feared her father, as the rest of the pard did because he ruled with an iron fist over a group of normally solitary animals, banded together for protection's sake. When all the other animal groups started to grow in numbers they decided that together safety for the cubs would be easily taken care of, so her father began to train her to someday take over, making sure she could lead a hunt, fight the strongest of beasts, and care for a family. Her father had years to go before it would be logical to step down and let his daughter take over, but he trained her as if she would take the throne the next day. Sometimes she would ask him, "Why do you rush me, Father? It will be years before I lead." To this he would only answer with a smile, "I may want a vacation some time Ashaki." That answer always made her laugh, the idea that her father, the hardest working man she had ever met would take a break was unbelievable.
Not long after her 17th birthday Ashaki was well on her way to her adulthood and her Father had her come out on a hunting trip with the other males of the pard. They had protested, saying a female should hunt with the females, but her Father assured them that Ashaki was one of the best hunters of the group,and if she was to rule one day, every claw and fang in the group would respect her talent to do so. It made Ashaki proud to hear her Fathers praises and she ran the hardest, leaped the farthest, and took down the largest pray of the hunt to make him proud. The fact that a female had out done him enraged one of the stronger males. He stalked and attacked a beast much too large for him to take down, falling back and almost being crushed by stomping hooves as he called for help. Ashaki raced toward him, but her Father pulled her back, racing out in front of her yelling, "Your not in charge yet my Daughter," followed by a cheerful laugh. She watched the laughter die on his face as he neared the downed group member, seriousness taking over as he pulled him, claw and fang out from under the hooves.
Horrified Ashaki watched her Father get caught by a flying hoof, falling to the ground himself and the male, too badly injured to help him, laid helplessly to the side. She took off running, as fast as she ever had before, but she was too late. The hoof caught her Father in the head, and killed him before the second blow even landed. Slaying the beast out of rage Ashaki truly gained the respect of the strongest males and on returning to the den, wearing the pelt of her Father on her human form, gained the rest of the group's as well. She continues to wear her Fathers fur on her human form while in it and has taken his place as the group's fearless leader, their Nimir-ra, determined to make her Father's spirit proud,to let him live through her as she carries him with her.
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Posted: Tue Sep 09, 2008 9:16 pm
Gaia Name: Caress_Of_Darkness
Character: Queen
Name: Kimiko Ousama
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Demonically Possessed Human
Faults: Because she has another mind in essence sometimes she fights internally with herself, hesitating to make decisions while the fight between Kimiko and her demon for dominance goes on inside Kimiko's head. She will lash out at people around her when this happens, getting frustrated with herself and needed to retreat to her quarters to collect herself and finish the internal fight. Though with this, once a decision is reached, it may not be final, and she can change her mind often if they the fight does not wield a strong winner.
Abilities: Being the Queen she has always been the one in charge as the King is mostly aloof with his own bidding, and with her demonic accomplice her strength is in her staff. She is able to command anyone in the room with extreme ability, even though they may not be her pawn, she has a presence about her that seems to just make others listen and do her bidding.
Biography: Brought up by her Father as a princess in not only title but treatment Kimiko was pampered and given just as she wanted. She was never a considerably sweet girl but she knew how to get what she wanted, and growing in a rural kingdom she found her entertainment in bothering the staff, curbing a twisted taste in hobbies, and without anyone willing to tell her no, they only grew with time. As the Queen and as the Kings wife she was a strong backbone to her husband who was always the softer of the pair. She took care of the staff in the house for the most part, made sure things ran smoothly and took an interest in the punishment of enemies and misbehaving staff. But as soon as she became possessed she took a turn even further down that darkened path. Watching the beatings of prisoners turned into beating them herself. Ordering around the staff for household tasks turned into sending them out on tragic tasks in the country side. Her strong will and reputation for not taking no for an answer turned into something to be feared throughout the world as one of the most twisted Queens in history.
Personality: Kimiko is naturally snobbish, fully aware of what her position bring her and what it means when she speaks. The demon in her has caused her to be even more demanding and ruthless then she was before. Her temper is much shorter then the normal person, even for someone in her position, and when she snaps anyone in the room is likely to feel the wrath of her anger.
Appearance:Kimiko Ousama
Pawn: Hitomi
Faults:Believes everything that is told to her, then on finding out that someone lied to her, she gets very upset. Even though Hitomi is a smart girl, she is just so goal oriented for her Queen that while in a mission for her she seems to forget herself and takes information as it comes as truth, anything to get the job done.
Strengths: Hitomi is extremely loyal and will do anything and go anywhere for her Queen. Her appearance makes it easy for her to move about in the human world and country she serves in, and doesn't hurt when attempting to fulfill a task for her Queen that might need the male genders help. Because of this it comes in handy that along with her loyalty is her unquestioning state, never second guessing what the Queen needs of her, or what needs to be done to accomplish that task.
Appearance:Hitomi
Personality: She has a fierce love and vibrancy for life, pushing herself to experience everything. Though her darker side tends to lean her toward the more risque idea's of life, she revels in new experiences and learning. Looking at the Queen as some kind of goddess she follows her without question, the demon side of her even recognizing the demon in her as far more powerful then herself.
Gender: Female
Race: Half-Demon
Age: Looks 20
Bio: Banished from the demon world as an abomination, her father a demon, her mother human, Hitomi was never extremely strong as a demon or as a person, and always found the stronger around her to serve. So when she heard of the Queen needing a new pawn, she was first in line to apply. Feeling the demonic energy that came from the Queen right away she pledge her life to her and would serve her as best she could. Hitomi guessed it was the demonic side of the Queen that pitied her and took her in and gave her a place to belong, and because of that she will serve unquestionably for the rest of her existence. ---- Gaia Name: Caress_Of_Darkness
Name: Chinnou Kouzoku
Age: 18
Breed: Draconian
Personality: Princess Chinnou is a very bold girl, opinionated and radical in her approach. She tends to think and speak without thought to the consequences of her actions which can lead to fights in the royal home and is the main reason that the family excludes her a lot and seems to ignore her. She has a kind heart and good intentions but Chinnou just doesn't seem to know just how to show them. As she is always looking to better the lives of the people, she is loud in representing them, unfortunately she doesn't always take the time to really see that they don't need or want her help, and they often hate her for causing so much trouble in their name.
Looks: Draconian Form , Dragon Form
Bio: Brought up in the royal family, Chinnou has lived with her mother and her 'tyranny' her entire life, and while she loves her mother she can not stand for the justice she serves. Chinnou sees her mother as only worrying about herself and the family rather then the good of the people and when her mother makes a decision she is constantly mouthing off and being critical of her. Really Chinnou just doesn't see things eye to eye with her mother, and even the simplest things like, how to wear her make-up, can send her out into the court yard pacing and screaming in rage about her mother and her attempts to control everything. Because of this the family just fed up with her and just lets her be, making her the family outcast and lonely at times. When she realizes what she considers injustice toward the winged ones, she sends out the letters in hopes to bring them home, stirring up the issue with the family and other royals hoping to get something done before they all arrive back in the country.
Extra: Because even her own family alienates her, Chinnou would love to find a friend, someone to care for her, love her and understand her.--- Gaia Name: Caress_Of_Moonlight
Character: Comic Character
Name: Sienna
Age: Drawn to be 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elemental: Wind
Abilities: Sienna can control the wind and anything that can be caught up in it. She can also heat and cool the air around her to extremes where things can catch fire or freeze depending on the temperature. But one of Sienna's more helpful abilities at times is that she can become invisible for short lengths of time and go unseen or unnoticed for some time.
Biography: Drawn by Damion she was the first sketches, though one of the last of his creations, and additions to the team. She was drawn, redone, and redrawn several times before Damion thought she was perfect, then implicated as the brains of the team and the voice of reason with so many strong personalities already in place. Sienna has helped her team to victory over and over again in their comics by simply stepping back and taking a moment to really asses the situation and knowing how to proceed. Now as a living person, she was the one the Spell implicated to know what was going on, so how the others take it will be interesting.
Personality: Sienna is a woman who never rushes in blindly, hard to anger and swift to come up with an answer. She is always one to take a moment and think on her feet to reconcile situations at hand. She also tends to end up at the mother of the team, making sure everyone is ready to go and well healed.
Appearance: Sienna ----- Name: Aza Tyreplith (The Life of The Mistress's of the Forest) Age: Looks 25 Race: Elf Class: Mage Main weapon: Staff of Anon Second Weapon: Broad Sword Armor type: Leather plating that cover her upper body, thighs and boots, as seen in the photo. Reason for taking this job: In all honesty is was all Aza had left. She had been left behind, charged to live in the Eliquin Forest until her tasks were complete, she had adapted to fight the Mil'n quickly trying to keep her village alive, and now was as close to an expert on them as possible without knowing exactly what they were. Now that a reward is in hand for the clearing of the forest, it was not only in her best interest to help the government, but the monetary value would be a help to her village in the long run as well, and would help redeem her family name, The Mistress's of the Forest. Appearance:Aza Tyreplith Gender Female Bio: Aza was born into a family of Elf's who liven within the Forests bounds, and was brought up to be a Master of her craft. Able to call apon the elements and magicks of the forest she was call upon by the Elders to save her village from the invaders. Aza knew by her family's honor that she must except the charge, or be banished from the land of her Mothers. What she didn't know is what monster she was facing or even if she would have help from the lesser Mage's in the village. She would take daily routes through the tree's taking out any of the Mil'n she spotted, but it came to a point where their numbers where growing, and Aza knew it was no longer safe for her village to live within the bounds of the Elquin Forest. When she reported to the Elder's her findings, they trusted her judgment and began the movement of the village to beyond the Forests reaches, but then they did something Aza hadn't expected. They turned to her and said, "You have failed your people Aza, you were to protect our village. You will remain here until you have fulfilled your charge." and left her behind.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 7:57 am
 Username:Caress_Of_Darkness
Name:Nelicquele
Race:Vampire
Age:Unknown
Gender:Female
Orientation:Bisexual
Proficiency:Succubus Warrior
Abilities: Her vampire blood gives her the usual increased speed, strength and quickened healing but she is exceptionally good with her telepathic powers, and can attack through eye contact, to either inflict pain or bring about her specialty. Because she is bisexual her powers of control over lust and need extend to both genders of all races, and with eye contact she can bring out the cardinal needs and desires of those she encounters.
Short bio:Nelicquele was once a strong and fierce vampire, running with a kiss that would be written about for centuries. With their success, came great struggle as the humans eventually found shaman strong enough to trap her and her troupe in a magical spell. But that spell has recently broken, and they are back amongst the mortals to again reign terror along the country side and slack their needs for blood.
Appearance:Nelicquele
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