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My skelly:

Name: Damon Johns
Age: 26
Bio: It's a touchy subject. He might reveal it to you if you get to know him well. But he's lonely and decides to get a slave to keep him company...perhaps he's made a bad decision?
Personality: He's sensitive, but kind of an azz. He's also quite a scaredy cat..
Pic:

((I shall start thenn >:} ))

Damon stood outside the slave shop, smoking the last of his cigarette, one hand in his pocket ((I know how much you love that xD)). He hesitated a moment, not sure who he would end up with. He shrugged, letting the cigarette hit the ground and started walking towards the front doors. Once inside, he was immediately attacked by the innocent eyes of the slaves wanting to get out. He lifted an eyebrow at the interesting one chained up, in a cage, with a..muzzle? The cashier glared at him, "That's probably not the best choice for a beginner master.." he mumbled.
Damon turned his head in the grumpy cashier's direction, "This one? She looks like a bunch of fun." He joked sarcastically, "How do I-?"
The cashier cut him off, slapping some papers on the counter, motioning him forward, "You sure about her?"
Damon glanced at her, thinking. Was he sure about her?"

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Damon took a step back, then smirked playfully, "She seems like fun, yeah...I'm sure about her." The cashier lifted an eyebrow, "Okay, then. You'll need to sign here, here, and then here."
Damon did just that and then looked up at the male. "Now, how much?"
The cashier lifted his hands as if surrendering, "Just take the damned thing. She's been scarin' off all our customers. Business is dead right now 'cause no one wants to be more than a mile near her! Just.. take her!"
Damon huffed and turned around, stuffing his copy of the signed papers in his pockets. Some guards, wearing some heavy protective gear, let her out. One looked up at the daring master, "Do you want the strait jacket and muzzle still on her? Tranquilizer gun, maybe?" Damon chuckled, "Keep the muzzle on her, you can take off the strait jacket and no I don't want a tranquilizer gun." He rolled his eyes and watched as they let you off the chain and out of her strait jacket.

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Damon gulped, stepping back, Dumbass.. he bit his lip and looked at the guard who was keeled over in pain. He smirked, talking low, "Don't you want out? Come on now..it's either my place in your own bed or chained up in a cage." His voice was cracking from fear, but his outside remained strong and cool.

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Damon's jaw dropped, not really expecting her to be so reasonable. He smirked and then gestured for her to follow, "Come on, now.." He started towards the door, then stopped and looked over his shoulder to see if she would follow.

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Damon chuckled, and led her out the door, "My place is right over there.." He pointed to a decent-sized place down the street. "You okay on walkin'?"

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Damon gave her a baffled look, not understanding a word she just said, "I'd take the damn muzzle off but I don't wanna be bit.." he snapped.

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Damon glared at her, he understood that part. He rolled his eyes and continued walking, ignoring her last comment, "I think you'll like living with me.." He looked over his shoulder and then grumbled, "or...maybe not.." He regretted saying that, he sounds like such a softy. Being around someone like her, you ca't afford being soft..