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 Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:21 am
Hello, I am looking for someone to join me in a 1x1 Role Play. Of course it will be a slave, master one. I will be Role Playing as a Female Slave, which leaves the Male Owner, taken.
I am open to anything mythical related, or we can just be plain humans. If mythical, think outside the box please. I am just going to have a human, but you can be what ever you please. If it is mythical, then it will make it all the more interesting.
It will, indeed, be a semi-literate to literate Role Play. I am not quite sure what you could call it. I will post other information in following posts.
Oh, and the general for starting the Role Play is the male character is going through the Slavery’s Keeping Place and buys me. You can have fun for whatever reason you do. The cage I am in has a slip, with a picture of me and my history.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:22 am
Rules
1) Please Follow TOS.
2) No Cybering.
3) No God-Mobbing.
4) Please PM me the profile titled, "Lust sometimes triggers love."
That bassically covers it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:23 am
Here is the profile. Show me how creative you are and that you can write semi-literate to literate Role Plays. Please remove all parenthesis. You can change it a bit to make it look better. This is just the skeleton. [size=9][imgright](Please put the link to your picture here, anime please.)[/imgright][align=center][color=CHOOSE-A-COLOR]Hello, my name is [b](Name here, First, Middle and Last)[/b]. I am [b](Age here, please type it out)[/b] years old, but I look [b](how old you look, again, please type it out.)[/b]. If you could not tell, I am a [b](Gender here)[/b] and I am a [b](What species are you?)[/b]. I enjoy [b](Please write three things (or more) that you character enjoys)[/b]. I dislike [b](Please write three things (or more) that you character dislikes)[/b]. If you must know more about me, here is a little of my history. (Please write atleast five or more sentences about your characters past.)[/color][/align][/size]
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 12:24 am
Hello, my name is Scarlet Indu Aysun. I am Twenty-Two years old, but I look Eighteen to Twenty-Five. If you could not tell, I am a Female and I am a Human. I enjoy Playing the piano, the outdoors, night-time, dark weather (thunder, rain, lightning, snow, etc.), and animals, especially wolfs, owls and horses. I dislike Being alone, the daytime, having to be inside, and cats. If you must know more about me, here is a little of my history.
I have always grown up as a slave and I never met my parents. My first master taught me a lot of things and was nice to me. He taught me how to play the piano, about the stars, how to cook, clean, and how to entertain him. I never saw anything bad with anything we did together, because that is what I grew up knowing what was good. I was a slave there from when I was a baby, to when I was ten years old, which was a long time. I only got moved from there because my master died, I was sad because he was like a father to me, but I knew I had to move on.
Then next place I was a slave at only wanted entertainment and beat me often. I was also starved there. I hated that place, but soon, to my luck, someone bought me from my owner. I worked here from when I was ten to eleven years old.
The one, who bought me, bought me for their son. He and I loved and cared for each other, I guess we were what you would call a boyfriend and girl friend. He taught me stuff I taught him stuff. His mother was also nice to me, she taught me about a lot of girl-related things. His father and brother abused me and wanted entertainment from me though. When the son’s father found out that we loved each other, he sent me away. I worked there from when I was eleven to seventeen years old.
I was sent to Slavery’s Keeping Place, where the rich people would come and buy us. A family soon bought me after I stayed there for a month. I was one of the family’s maid’s around the house, and they treated me well. I worked there from when I was seventeen to twenty-two years old. The only reason I was sent away was because they were going bankrupt.
I was sent back to the Slavery’s Keeping Place again. I wondered who would pick me this time. I wondered whether or not I would get bruises and scars from them. I wondered if I would be their entertainment, or if I would clean, or cook. I wondered a whole bunch of things, my mind never rested.
Collar Colors
White (Tamed)
Lavender (Loving, gentle, and sweet)
Sparkles (Loyal)
My collar is white with a lavender stipe in the middle, it also has sparkles on it.
Charms
Rose (Artistic - As in Music)
Ruby (Not a virgin)
Coin (Hard Worker)
Teapot (I do cook)
Pen (Somewhat Intelligent)
On my collar my exboyfriend put charms on it. He put all of them. The rose is made out of the gem ruby, then there is a tiny teapot, coin and pen on the collar. Here is what I look like.
Hello, my name is Roga Alex Aguilar. I am Twenty-five years old, but I look Seventeen. If you could not tell, I am a Male and I am a Human. I enjoy The forest behind my house, new food, practicing, sword fighting, new fights, learning new techniques. I dislike Snow, wrestling(Its fake), fakers, squeals, girls crying, abusers, sports. If you must know more about me, here is a little of my history.
I grew up in a small town. There was never anyone around and because of that and my families wealth we were the richest people in the town. Men around the village did not like my mother because she was too kind. A very stupid reason but there it was. When my mother bore me my father saw that I looked too much like her and would be downsized because of it. My mother did not feel the same. She taught me how to listen to nature and how no matter what to always be kind.
When I was seven my mother was kidnapped by men and killed. A year later they tried to do the same to me which results in the scar across my back. They tried to kill me but my father go to me in time and I lived.
Since then my father has been training me how to fight. I learned all the ways for hand to hand combat and was a master by the time I was twelve. Since then I have been training in the way of a swordsman. I have one sword that is always on my person.
Learning all of this I have enter tournaments around the world to fight back the honor that my face defeats. Because of my features people either think I am a little child trying to pretend or that I am gay and too girly to fight. To defend my honor I fight to show that I am the strongest. I also fight to search for the men who killed my mother.
Now I am at twenty-five and because of all of my training I am a cold and distant person. I never speak of my past to anyone and I don't say how I feel to even my father. My father feels that it is his fault that I am like this. He believes that a woman's touch and mind will bring me back to the boy I was before. That is why he looks for a slave that will be mine.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2010 11:26 am
-_.::._- ~Open!~ -_.::._-
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:19 pm
Scott Aguilar walked into the Slavery Keeping Place looking around. He put his hand on his chin and stroked his semi long white beard. The Keeping Place owner came over, "Is there anything I can help you with?" He asked with a leer. Scott arched an eyebrow, "No thank you. I am just looking around." The man nodded and went away in a kind of shuffle. Shaking his head Scott started to walk up and down the aisles searching for the right girl. At certain places he would ask questions. He was looking for a slave not for him but for his son. He wanted to get a woman who was as kind and also as strict as his wife. Only the boys mother had kept him in line. With her dying he would not talk to anyone. The boy needed a woman's touch to bring him out of his shell. He stopped at a young girl and he took out her file. "Scarlet is it?" He asked. Looking over her file he realized that she was a promising candidate. "Why don't you tell me what you think is the best thing about you?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 06, 2010 9:50 pm
Scarlet stood up from the corner she was sitting in. She walked up to the man that was talking to her, he could end up being her master, and so she was polite. “Yes, my name is Scarlet.” She confirmed. “I am an all around slave, I will do anything you ask me to.” She said most masters liked that. “I also know quite a bit for being a slave.” She added. She indeed did know a lot. She knew how to play the piano well, she knew how to cook, clean, taking care of animals, and so on. She learned all what she knew from her first master, though, her master that was once her boyfriend taught her how to do some math.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 9:42 pm
Scott nodded his head a bit listening to her. He stroked his beard again, it was a habit of his that said he was thinking. When he was nervous or angry he would tug on the hairs. Taking a deep breath he looked at her chart again. He saw that she indeed had a lot of skills for one slave, "If I were to buy you, you would not be for me. You would belong to my son. He is a fighter and I fear that because of the loss of his mother at a young age then put into training he has lost some of his compassion. Would you be able to help him?" He asked knowing he was giving off too much information already to her. But she seemed so much like his dead wife.
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Posted: Sun Nov 07, 2010 10:40 pm
Scarlet listened to the situation. It brought back memories of when she had a boyfriend. “If you mean being there for him, to be his best friend, to be like family, then yes, I can help.” She said, that is how she took what the man needed. No matter who her master was, it did not matter; she would give him the full truth. She did want to get out of there though, she was often treated better when she had a true master, and not just at the Slave’s Keeping Place.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 8:44 pm
Scott gave a wide smile, "I think you are the perfect girl for the job too." He said with a laugh. Keeping her papers in his hand he went to go find the owner. They talked for a good hour and signed paperwork. When they were all done with everything he walked back out with her key and opened the doors, "Do you have everything ready?" He asked smiling at her. With a nod he turned and walked through the place and out the door. When he got to his car his driver opened up the car door for the both of them and Scott slid in. "I'm going to take you to my son right away. You will be staying with him." He said as he instructed the driver to take them to Roga's house.
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 9:16 pm
Scarlet nodded, she did not really have anything other than some clothing, and that was all really. She followed the man to his car and got in after him. “Okay.” She said, then looked out the window.
((I guess I got confused on the last post with making it preety xd ))
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Posted: Wed Nov 10, 2010 9:57 pm
Scott rode with her in the car and while they were riding he was writing a note out to his son. When they got to Roga's home he gave her the note and a key, "Here you go my dear. He is probably out right now but go and let yourself in and pick any room available." He said, "Give this note to him when you see him and he will treat you good." He said as they pulled over and the driver opened the door for her. The house was fairly large with a porch.
Roga was indeed gone from the house. He was off with a friend of his fighting some thugs in an allyway, "This will teach you NOT to beat up WOMEN!" Roga yelled as he beating the men.
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