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 Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 1:23 pm
{: Joruri :} Type: Marionette Angel boy Owner: Dooma This second you's growing and breeding is locked.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 12:59 am
Post 1 ~ Current Stage (permeant)
Post 2 ~ Post information
Post 3 ~ Joruri
Post 4 ~ History and Old Masters
Post 5 ~ New Master
Post 6 ~ Items and Gifts Thank you very much Elnara Aldrich for doing the banners for me heart
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:02 am
Age: He was made to look like a young teen but he has lived threw many masters and is in his two or three hundreds, though he can not remember all the way back.
Personality: He is a very gentle, easily confused second. He is loyal to his master or mistress and acepting of his fate. He wants only to bring a smile to his owner's face. He has much the mind of a child and the youthful body of a teen. He is very protective even to those who did him harms. And he wants to know what it would be like to be loved and accepted.
Body Marks: Each of his masters can place a mark on his body that can almost never be removed. They are to remind him of his place in this world and that he is not human or even a Second, he is a doll, a toy, and a tool for those to use as they see fit.
Mind~ His mind as been shattered and his memories all confused and lost. He does not understand emotions well and his vase bares the mark of his broken mind.
Face~ his eyes are darkened with the sorrows of his past and burises from a master's fists.
Neck~ along his neck under his clothing callor are scars from ropes and a large metal cuff.
Chest~ On the left side of his pale chest is a huge, deep, jagged scar that runs completly across his pextorial muscle, where a mistress removed his heart
Arms~ His wrist cuffs cover a series of rope wire and metal cuff marks. These are deep and still red in color form his struggles to free himself
Waist to knee~ His body here is almost completely covered in bruises of varying severity. It forms a circle of pain and sin in the shadows of his fallen mind.
Ankles~ Similuar to his wrists, marks of being held down and chained.
Right hand~ Atop his right hand is a gentle mark painted by his newest mistress. It is a whispy patterned of a cricket painted with love and care.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 1:03 am
Since this man Joruri has been pasted down and sold to numerous masters. Each master tearing the young doll's body and mind farther apart. They would toucher him, abuse him, force him into things he would never do. And every time despite lost of limbs or self he would be forced to return to the one who gave him life, the one who activated and controlled his vase.
No matter what he suffered the doll would be unable to die but instead would simply change more of what his master or mistress wished. If they wanted something to preform medical experiments on his body would become more human blood would flow threw his veins and organs would grow. If they wish him to be a lover he would be forced to please those owners in any way thier lust demanded.
He is a doll to practice owns dreams on, do fulfill a youthful lust, or to take out one anger on. He is the perfect play thing. For all ages, no batteries required.
Master 1~ This man was his frist master and creator. Made to be a companion and guardian to the creator's dieing son. The man became so obsessed with trying to finish Joruri he forgot about his son and the boy died. The man blamed Joruri for it all and forced him to live and cursed the young doll to a life of pain and sorrow. He would ignore Joruri, using him as a house slave, and any time the doll started to act like a human he would beat him.
Master 2~ This was an middle age man who was obsessed with the medical field. He man Joruri the closest to human he had even been. Joruri had organs, blood, and full feeling over his body. The 'doctor' would preform awake and life surgery without anesthetics (in that day chloroform) of any form. He would simple strap Joruri down and start cutting observing how the body and mind worked under pain. He would not stop even when Joruri would 'die' or go hoarse from screaming and weak from struggling.
Master 3~ A young man in his 20's who loved throwing wild parties. He would often have Joruri dressed as a young servant girl. He would beat and tie Joruri up. He defiled Joruri's body and would often share his toy with his friend or any male at the party.
Master 4~ This one was an executioner and interrogator. What better person to practice skill of getting information out of than a person who can never be killed or at least who can always be reborn.
Mistress 1~ A cold girl in her teens, she was given Joruri as a birthday gift and loved to see him squirm. Anything that Joruri like she would force him to destroy or kill. She tore his heart out and tired to turn him into a killing machine. Her verbal and emotional abuse was curel and harsh as the methods she would command Joruri to use on anything he showed a slight interest in. And she would always bring him small things, kittens, bunnies, insects, even young children or 'friends'.
Mistress 2~ An older woman in her 30's. She was a Inn keeper with a large welcoming Inn. She enjoyed having a boy servant around her house during the day. But at night she would teach this boy to be a real man, or at least the type of man she would want. She would preform the most humiliating acts on him causing him to become fearful and nervous of anyone but her and even during the nights he always feared being called to her room.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2008 10:39 am
When morning came her kindess and love for Joruri seemed to have grown. She took him to her brother and sister-in-law's home where she found her mother and was allowed to keep Joruri.
She is fully determined to fixing the doll and showing him that life is something wonderful. She wants him to be a human and to know love. Until he is fully healed both physically and mentally she will not rest or leave him.
Joruri is starting to depend on his mistress and though she tries hard to make him whole, she does seem to activate certain human traits before others causing some confusion and disorder in Joruri's mind. And he fears that one day he might harm her and loose her trust or love.
If he still had a heart the only one inside of it would be his mistress.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:37 pm
~ Idhril gave this to me, it is the first and only thing anyone has ever given me. I will never take it off even if a new master tells me too. She says it is so that she will always be near even when she is away. But she doesn't know that no matter how far she is she is always on my mind and in my.... ~Idhril gave me this on the first night of me stay in her family's home. She says it is because I do not have a heart this is to take the place of the one I lost. It seems to be a place for my emotions to focus and it shows what I feel. She is a wonderful mistress....even if I am a horrible doll for her.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:41 pm
Activation Abandoned again...this time tangled in a tree...my master wanted me to be where no one would find me and I will suffer looking down on all those that pasted unable to call out to them.
A storm was rolling in one that parts of my body would surly not survive. But someone came...I could see her and she saw me, well my vase first. This little elf would not leave me...she was fully determined to save me though I cried out for her to fine shelter for herself. I cried out each time I saw the tree tear her flesh every time her hand slipped. But still she came....she would not stop until she had gently lowered me to the ground.
She was so sweet her beautiful golden eyes showed nothing but kindness and warmth. She didn't mean to activate me but she took up my vase and brought me to life. It was my turn to save her....I could move I could protect her now.
I brought her to a cave she knew of and though she feared more for my health I helped her clean some of her wounds and held her threw the storm.
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:51 pm
Mistress' Mother I can tell that my mistress' mother does not trust me. And I can tell that she has been hurt too. I see it in her eyes when she looks at me...we have shared something in our pasts. And it is something neither of us want Idhril to know about.
But my mistress' mother knows how to make me not trust myself. I always feel like I am doing something wrong when she looks at me. I know she would never hurt Idhril...but I feel like she wishes me away or maybe to be like a former mistress. I know she is testing me and how I am with Idhril but...
would Idhril want me to please her mother? I can't run so...what should I do...
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2008 12:53 pm
A New Friend I met Idhril's pet today. We are going to be roommates. She is the softest and nicest dragonet I have met. The only one really.I like petting her.
I like Xue.
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Posted: Fri Jul 11, 2008 11:57 pm
Mistaken Kiss I do not believe my actions. It was the first night that Idhril brought me home. She gave me two beautiful gifts a bracelet of hearts to remember herby.
Before she gave me the second gift she made me remember a mistress...she wanted to know about my heart. Then she gave me a beautiful heart shaped ruby. She gave it to me to replace my heart. And it seem to be connecting to my feelings...for it responds by glowing when my heart would beat or feel things.
I was so taken aback by her wanted to flick my heart that I...oh god...I...I tried to kiss her, I tried to claim my mistress' lips. I can not believe I tried to still her first kiss...I should leave I should not be her doll!
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Posted: Sat Jul 12, 2008 12:03 am
Growth In the night of my first night in mistress' home, my mistress grew up in my arms. She was so excited about her growing that she almost danced around.
There is a problem.
My mind and body are starting to craze my mistress. She grew up and I know all she feels for me is pitty and I am simply a child in her mind. But I want more...I want to be a man. No I want to be her man. I want to be the person for whom she runs into my arms, needs me to comfort her, I...I want to bed her.
I have never wished to bed or be beded my anyone and my poor mistress is causing so much unrest in my mind. She should not want me to be human, I wish she just saw me as a doll she is trying to bring me into being a human but I am more confused now.
I need to leave her...for her own safety!
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 1:15 pm
Relative Attack It has been a wail since we have been in the Second You world...well not too long really but it was good to be home. Mistress brought us back to look for a nice place to set up a house for us in this world, where we belong.
How ever I think her parent's wedding has gotten to her teen heart. She asked if I would...show her what it was like to mate with someone. She wanted me to mate her and show her what it was to make love. As much as I am obligated to please a master or mistress...I did not want to steal the gift that was for her one and only mate. And if it was going to be...then I wanted it to be the most comfortable for her...and perfect.
But she continued to try and get me to. So when I agreed to I was at least going to make my mistress a bed of some sort. So I left the cave we had first met in and went to collect some soft leaves and grasses to make a bed.
Wail I was gone her nephew Ruran snuck into the cave. I made it back in time to see his hand up her skirt and tearing away her clothes. I threw him to the walll and fought. I will never be able to forget the begging screams of my name from Idhril's lips...or the tears and desperation in her eyes.
I won the fight for...I can not really die....but I was stabed threw the shoulder and the wire to my left arm was severed...
I will never leave my mistress like that again...though I do not think she will have to worry about her nephew ever coming back.
Mistress....Joruri is so very sorry...
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Posted: Sun Aug 10, 2008 1:16 pm
Mistress No Longer I don't believe it. What have I done. My other masters and Ruran were right, I should have been killed long ago and spared my mistress the actions I have done.
The night of the attack wail Mistress Idhril was so worried and fearful about Ruran, she fixed my broken string and...and then she started to act more woman that ever. She seemed to want to know what it was like to make love...not be forced into it.
And I did the worst thing I could have. I made love to my mistress. She wanted me and I could not say no, for I have wanted her since she had saved me from the tree. I should have fought more and told her no but she said she only wanted me to be the one to be her first.
It was so wonderful...she is my heaven my goddess and my salvation. She makes me feel real and human. But I should have stopped...her body was bruise and her head had been bleeding maybe it was the blow to her head that caused her to want me...she refused my kiss when she was younger but now she wants it more and more. And I could not stop with just one bedding that night.
Three times we made love that night and three times I felt a heart beat I can not live without her now. She is no longer my mistress...she has become my lover.
What will happen when she wishes to have a child...I can not reproduce...
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