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PostPosted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 11:34 am


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          G i v e n N a m e:: Aidoneus
          O t h e r N a m e s:: None that are recognized any longer except perhaps Hades
          A g e:: Not applicable
          B i r t h d a y:: Not applicable
          O r i g i n:: Before known time
          S p e c i e s:: Fallen God
          H a i r C o l o u r:: White
          E y e C o l o u r:: Cloudy white
          H e i g h t:: 6'0"
          B u i l d:: Is this really necessary? If you must know, I am too tall for my weight with no muscle to make up for it. I've got more the body of an old man than I would like. I am a bit crippled in my right leg up to my hip and lower abdomen. My skin is pasty white and I am certain you can see that. And the dark lines on my skin? Yes, you can feel them. Veins, what else did you think they were? If you want to see the rest, you can figure it out yourself.
          S e x u a l i t y:: Heterosexual

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          C o l l a r:: Velvet or Enchanted Lace
          C h a r m s:: Heart : Halo : Chain
          C o l o u r s:: Gold : Deep Purple : Light Pink : Plum

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          L i k e s::
          ☑ Music/Entertainment/Story-telling
          ☑ Being recognized/Company
          ☑ Kindness/Gentleness
          ☑ Warmth
          ☑ Love/Affection
          ☑ Laughter
          ☑ Children
          ☑ Touch
          ☑ Beauty

          D i s l i k e s::
          ☒ Loneliness
          ☒ Silence
          ☒ Hatred/Contempt
          ☒ Presumptions
          ☒ The mean-spirited
          ☒ Needless violence
          ☒ Being left alone/Ignored
          ☒ Pain
          ☒ Myself

          T a l e n t s:: I admittedly have few talents beyond what I have mentioned under the "Skills" section. I was once known as wise, the wisest, though I doubt I could call myself that any longer. Though, I did try my hand at music though I am not very good at it.
          Q u i r k s:: This is something embarrassing I would not like to fill out. The rest is embarrassing enough. Alright, I'll tell you one because I have to fill this out: anything living seems to dislike me. Would that be a quirk?
          S k i l l s:: After I fell from power like the rest of the greek gods, I lost nearly all I had of my power. At one time I was one of the three most powerful beings in the universe and I was respected as such even if for nothing else. After that there was little I had left except for the remnants of my original power before I became lord of the underworld. And even then they are small and take a lot of effort to summon. Though some of my abilities from being lord of the underworld have carried over though they are little more than a faint buzz int he back of my mind. Such as the ability to sense the true nature of individuals even from a distance though unless they are very close it is a strain on my body.

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          P e r s o n a l i t y:: I have always been one who has been recognized as stubborn and unyielding and perhaps I am. It is not so much that I am resistant to change than the fact I do not change my mind once it is made up. It would be no different than agreeing I have made a foul choice when I have not though I am not against being corrected when I am wrong. I would not, however, trust everything you hear. All I would agree to would be the fact, yes, I am unyielding and resolute, stubbornly so, especially when I am determined I have judged rightly or have set my heart to a matter. I have never found cruelty in my nature though being who I had been, it could mean a cold stoicism. This relates more closely to my times as a king and judge though as a man I would like to see myself differently. How else could I say it if not bluntly? I am a lonely, bitter man. I am foolish in the ways of the heart even if I would otherwise call myself wise from age. In those matters I am a child and far too sensitive for my own good when it comes to them. It is my greatest weakness yet I yearn after it. I am simply a lonely old man with few redeeming qualities now that I no longer have power and authority.

          H i s t o r y:: My history is long and mostly tedious and while myth has given light to some of it, I will neither argue nor agree with its credibility. Little of that matters. I would start later in my timeline, however, for important points that are most relevant to my present. Many would ask why a god king would now have little difference from a mortal human and now lives on the surface of the earth mostly powerless. I am not the only as time can fell even the greatest mountain.

          But before that, I would tell another, more familiar story whose ending may be far different than you could imagine. I had been married once a long time ago and loved her more than my life and all that had been in it, more than all the great wealth within my grasp. In many ways I had been the same man then as now when I first met her. Though as you would know those feelings were not returned and at one point I had thought they were. Even if at one point she may have felt more than fear and disgust, it would be for naught in the end. Even with permission from her father, my brother and fellow king, it was a union fated to end in disaster. Perhaps it was those times of separation that would doom the chances of my one and only dream to come true. As many of you know the story, I will not reiterate many parts. They hold basis in truth. She did spend part of the year away from me and the other part as my wife in the underworld. They had been hard times at first but soon the happiest in my life even if I would soon learn she did not feel the same. I did not know what was in her heart no matter how hard I tried. I had allowed myself false hope but it had been a beautiful time, even if it would make it hurt all the more in the future.

          I had not known there was another man, one I had once trusted to keep her safe when I was apart from her. When I had believed she may have loved me, at the least felt affection for me, there was another who received those affections. I would only learn of him after I lost her. The last time I had saw her I had not known there was anything amiss, perhaps that was the time I had begun to fall from power. I can still clearly remember our last conversation and the following winter I waited for her to return. When she did not and I sought her out, I found that she had sought her only possible way out of being forced to live with me: becoming mortal to live with and marry the man she loved. I will not speak of the times following that revelation. Even after her death as a mortal, she did not go to the underworld but instead reincarnated and I lost sight of her.

          In a span of time short to my eyes, the glory of the gods began to decline. The worship of people began to fade and internal rife tore them apart. I was not spared from the fall of the gods as our powers ran dry and the spinning of the earth continued on without us. Some did not take the fall so hard while others like myself did. My power had become so interconnected with the underworld that when I was separated from it, there was nothing left inside of me. There were many things that happened during those times but little are of consequence.

          Now, I live as a mortal, though I have yet to know if I truly am mortal or still an immortal, in a humble home not far from civilization. As you would guess, I am certainly alone and have been for a very long time. Not even those I called family would care if I lived or died. That time of my loneliness all I could think of were those days I was not alone and had the one I loved at my side. She was the one I could never forget and loneliness turned to suffering. Perhaps it will be my ultimate downfall and it would be better if I forgot her. But I sought her out, have for a very long time, but now I have found her in the last place I thought she would be and hope she is not so different than who she had originally been...


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PostPosted: Tue Jan 14, 2014 8:07 pm


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          G i v e n N a m e:: Persephone 
          O t h e r N a m e s:: Proserpina, Kore, Melionia, currently known as Vesna 
          A g e:: physically twenty-four 
          B i r t h d a y:: March 20 
          O r i g i n:: Slovakia 
          S p e c i e s:: Human 
          H a i r C o l o u r:: reddish-brown 
          E y e C o l o u r:: a vivid green 
          H e i g h t:: 5'4" 
          B u i l d:: a shapely hourglass figure with slender limbs and generous curves, with a dancer's grace and lithe build 
          S e x u a l i t y:: straight 

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          C o l l a r:: Enchanted Lace 
          C h a r m s:: Pearl, Book, Butterfly, Chain, Hourglass, Crescent Moon 
          C o l o u r s:: Blue, Sea Green, Deep Purple, Light Pink 

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          L i k e s:: 
          ☑ Spring 
          ☑ Romance
          ☑ Water - rain, swimming, drinking
          ☑ Pomegranates
          ☑ Caverns
          ☑ Music
          ☑ Dancing
          ☑ Singing
          ☑ Being helpful
           
          D i s l i k e s:: 
          ☒ Winter 
          ☒ Being cold
          ☒ Rotting meat
          ☒ Lies
          ☒ Practical jokes
          ☒ Drought
          ☒ Death
          ☒ Violence of any sort
           
          T a l e n t s:: Can sing and dance well, not enough to make a career out of it. Very smart, learns things quickly and enjoys finding out new bits of information simply to know it. Tends to have a calming effect on animals and people alike. 
          Q u i r k s:: Plays with hems of dresses and chews her lip when she's nervous. Likes to hum random tunes, tends to be a bit of a daydreamer and misses important things. 
          S k i l l s:: No magic to be mentioned; is a reincarnation of Persephone, but has no magic or memories of it 

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          P e r s o n a l i t y:: Persephone - or Vesna, as she is called in this reincarnation - has remained much the same throughout the ages. Gentle and calm, she prefers words to fighting and would only raise a hand to protect those she loves. Even then, she doesn't know how to fight, nor does she care to, disliking any form of violence, even if it is teasing. She doesn't have a cruel bone in her body, putting others before herself, and always trying to help her friends and family. There is a stubborn side to her, a willfulness that keeps her self-sacrificing and ignores the attempts of others to help her in return, not wanting to be a burden. She seeks happiness, but doesn't know where to find it, feeling as if a piece of herself is missing. Vesna is familiar with loneliness, having never found the right one for her, and refuses to have meaningless flings with men or women. A bit of a hopeless romantic, she cherishes life and is easily moved to tears, whether from joy or sorrow. 

          H i s t o r y:: Born Persephone, daughter of Demeter, a goddess herself, her story and history is well-known. When she was turned mortal, she lived with the god she had fallen in love with until she died. He had given her a promise to always find her, to always love her - but he had never come back for her. At first she could remember her life and her heart was broken, unable to find happiness. But as the power of the gods waned, so did her own, a goddess trapped in a mortal's life, and her memories faded until they no longer even linger in her dreams.

          Life after life, she changed and yet stayed the same. Always looking different, always the same gentle, stubborn woman looking for love. She was a noblewoman in one time, a maid in another. Never a lover, never a wife or mother. Those things seemed unattainable to her, perhaps a lingering punishment for following her heart rather than her duty. Each life she longed for those things and each life they were denied her, given to others as she was made to watch them live out her happy dreams.

          In this life, she was born in Slovakia to parents who were happy to have a child. They loved her dearly and she attended school as any mortal girl would, learning several languages along with the usual things. Her family was poor, but they were happy with each other and their friends and Vesna knew nothing different, her lives lost to her. But civil war rages in Slovakia and other countries and her family was soon caught up in the fighting. Her father was killed by militants invading the town looking for government officials and Vesna was kidnapped.

          The only reason she is still able to wear a pearl on her collar is the fact they realized she was worth more as a virgin. So they sold her into the black market of human trafficking for profit to buy guns and gear. After changing hands a few times, always being bought and traded and never having an actual master or mistress, Vesna ended up in the Hotel. She can't help but be frightened, knowing she'll be given to whomever will pay, regardless of who they are or what they would do to her. Given books to read by the maids, the young woman spends her time reading or sleeping, having little else to do, always casting a nervous look at the door as it opens.
 

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