Name: Kyruie Race: Earthing - Water Stage: Prentice Family: Mother: Leana Father: Juria Older Brother: Ashta Aspiring to become: Fortress Likes: ?? Dislikes: ?? General Personality:
Addictive Personality: Having been sold to a master who enjoyed abusing and using Kyruie for sexual endeavors needless to say Kyruie has formed a strange attachment to drug abuse. He is the type use to routine and has troubles cutting habits back.
♡ = Acquaintance ♡♡ = Met enough times to like them ♡♡♡ = Consider a friend ♡♡♡♡ = Considers a good friend ♡♡♡♡♡ = Best Friend ❤ = DislikesXXX❤❤ = Extreme DislikeXXX❤❤❤ = Loathes/Hates ❤ = Has a crush onXXX❤❤ = Confessed Feelings forXXX❤❤❤ = In Love withXXX❤ = Mate ¤ = Afraid of ☐ = Hasn't met Ⓕ = Family ☑ = Has met ☒ = Hated Enemy - will not interact with this person
✤ A price for Freedom - X ✤ Reunited with Family - X ✱ A strange meeting - Tera / Kyruie X ✱ You again? - Tera/Kyruie X ✤ The life set before me - X ✱ Why are you here?? - Tera/Kyruie X
Stage 2 Guard
✤ The engagement - X ✱ News - Kyruie and Terasu X - counts as 2
Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 7:00 pm
Growth Reqs
✔ = Meets substantial post length or PD post count ✔ = Meets substantial post length to qualify for two PD's ✘ = Started but doesn't qualify ● = Hasn't started yet
Prentice Growth Form
Character Name:[Kyruie] Desired Class:[Brute -> (Fortress) ] Current Location:[Oba] Journal:X RP 1: A strange meeting - Tera / Kyruie X RP 2:You again? - Tera/Kyruie X RP 3:Why are you here?? - Tera/Kyruie X Journal Entry 1:A price for Freedom Journal Entry 2:Reunited with Family Journal Entry 3:This Life Set Before Me - class solo Preferred Quest Prompt: [If you have a preferred subject/topic or plot point you'd like used in this quest, please let us know! We may not be able to use it, but it gives us some ideas as to your Quest Prompt. Can be one suggestion or multiple suggestions.] Items:[Items are only those purchased through the shop or won through contests] Preferred Artists: [Jayoku]
Stage 2- 3
Battle Class Growth Form
Character Name:[Kyruie] Class Promotion:[Massif - (Fortress) ] Current Location:[Oba/Matori Zena] Journal:[URL Link] RP 1:[URL Link] RP 2:[URL Link] RP 3:[URL Link] RP 4:[URL Link] RP 5:[URL Link] Journal Entry 1:[URL Link] Journal Entry 2:[URL Link] Journal Entry 3:[URL Link] Battle 1:[URL Link] Battle 2:[URL Link] Class Quest Solo: [This solo should be completed prior to submitting for growth but after all other requirements are completed.] Items:[Items are only those purchased through the shop or won through contests] Body Type: [If you see a particular body type for your chara, feel free to say so. Big, tall, muscular, curvy, bottom heavy, whatever you feel is right. Please keep it realistic when growing: a curvaceous wide-hipped character in stage 2 is not likely to shrink their bones in stage 3] Preferred Artists: [List your top 2-3, just in case your first pick is unavailable] Livestreaming: [If an artist is open to the idea would you like your growth livestreamed or would you like to keep it a surprise?]
There was music playing lightly, someone was playing a lone string instrument, each string plucked with a gentle caress, a voice joining the forlorn notes. The words ..he wasn't sure what was being sung about but he got the sense it was of a profound sadness whcih caused his chest to twist and ache. Though he couldn't understand the lyrics he knew that it spoke of better times...ones he was sure would never come again. Twitching as he lay on the ground his mind so focused on the music it caused him to momentarily forget the real pain that throbbed on his back. The lashes the had received hours before oozed, a deep breath caused him to cough slightly as it inhaled the fumes of the heavy smoke the hung in the air.
The room was small, the only natural light came from two small windows that were high on the wall. It also was the only fresh air they received as his master found burning the medication to help ease pain more effective at addling the brain, causing loss of will and a increased tolerance to pain. Affecting everyone who was in the room Kyruie was in a blissful haze, his eye's half closed he was laying on his stomach, a pillow perched under his upper half as someone dabbed ointment onto his cuts. Numb as the medication took effect he flinched only on occasion, more from the cold ointment than it hurting.
There was the sound of unlatching, heavy metal bars being dragged aside, the sound of a door opening and then heavily closing behind them. Someone had come in, the music halted for a moment and then adjusted accordingly announcing in its own subtle way that their master was amongst them. Beyond the music the room was silent, as if all the slaves in the room were too scared or drugged to breath. There was the sound of heavy foot falls that came to stand before the one having his wounds looked after.
"Ah..my little Ky, my lost little one...you brought it upon yourself again." Came a low voice, and he only had to lift his head to see the shoes, glittering slippers in front of him. From up above him there was the snapping of fingers, pillows were brought to his master at once where he then sat down, before gesturing that Kyruie move to him. The one applying the ointment was instructed to stay and work on his back after Kyruie pulled himself up and moved to lay his head on a pillow that had been situated in the masters lap. A large hand came down to run his thick fingers through Kyruie's green hair.
"You always bring out the worst in me. You bad boy.." The hand tightened on a clump of hair, it should of hurt, but the haze from the drugged air caused him unable to only feel it in a distant sort of manner. It should hurt, he knew this but he couldn't really feel it. He knew what was coming, the one dabbing ointment her or his hand withdrew in a hasty fashion. Some signal must of been given to him to withdraw...the master always got lustful after beating him or during. The haze in the air always broke down any inhibitions that may stop him from hurting slave more and perhaps that was why he allowed himself to breath it along with the others.
A deep throated chuckle came from above him, he felt his head being lifted by the hair, his lidded gaze quietly looking at the one who was about to do unspeakable things to him again. The master had a round face, it wasn't that he was fat but he wasn't muscled either. A mustache adorned his face, and his white teeth...his body shivered recalling the countless marks left on his body by those teeth. A strange fetish biting...but he had no say in the matter..he was just a slave. The master's hand came to grab a hold of his chin.
"Support yourself you fool, don't make me do everything for you." Came the whip like remark and he was forced to drag his arms under his own body to try to support himself. It he didn't he knew that he would get beaten, perhaps a bone broken this time. It was rare for bones to be broken as they took too long to heal but it had happened in the past. He didn't put it past the master to stop himself again.
Snickering. The master brought his face close to Kyruie's mouth and bit his lower lip hard. There was blood it caused his body to shiver at the taste. The hand on his chin clenched harder causing him to grimace despite himself, he knew was what coming...he only had a little bit of time to prepare his mind for it. Only to have something much different occur.
From behind there was the sound of splintering wood. The music suddenly and jarringly stopped, then there were screams. Kyruie's master raged, dragging himself to his feet his slave thrown to the side. Kyruie felt his back hit against something solid and the breath knocked out of him. Sagging his body lay on the cold ground. for a moment he struggled to breath. It felt like eons before finally his lungs remembered how to work and drew in a choking breath of stale air mixing with fresh. The coughs raked through his body, almost as if his lungs rebelled at the fresh air wanting only to drink in more of that numbing smoke. It had taken him a long moment after the coughing subsided for him to look up.
The crash he had heard had been the door being broken inwards. Numbly he looked at the ornate craftsmanship which had been a door handle now laying several feet in front of him. Trying to acknowledge what was going on around him, he was dimly aware of shouting. There were figures back lit by the light from outside many of them, the light was blinding making these people god like. Curses filled the air and Kyruie spotted him..his master being shackled and forcefully dragged out the door by...the strangers.
As the smoke began to clear dissipating the numbing agent, with the fresh air it bringing with it the pain. Dumbly he sat on his knees, his body hunched over as he looked around. Matori..his own tribesmen and women were gathered about, they wore armor and wielded weapons. One approached him and spoke words, but they felt foreign to and he could only stare at her.
She spoke more words although this time to a comrade who looked to him with a great deal of pity in her eyes. Soon both of them were in front of him, offering gentle smiles, talking to him in gentle tones. A blanket was brought to drape across his shoulders and he cried out in pain the wounds on his back brought sharply to the forefront of his concerns. The woman called someone else over in an urgent tone, and it wasn't until someone began to use magic on his back that the world granted him the ability to register and understand what they were saying.
"Its over now you do not need to fear....you are free."
Word Count: 1236 FIN
Posted: Tue Dec 02, 2014 11:41 am
Solo - Reunited with Family
As the haze cleared from his mind the young man found himself in a home where many other slaves had been set 'free'. They were gathered together, offered shelter, clothing and food. Some in severe cases like himself received medical treatment before being told they could go wherever they wanted. They were 'free' after all. This word was foreign on his tongue. What was freedom? It meant they could go and do as they pleased. There was no one who was in charge of them, no one they belonged to. But what...were a bunch of slaves going to do now that they were masterless?
Sitting on a bench a light blanket covering his bare shoulders, he wore only the shorts he was found in. Though shoes and other clothing items were offered to him he declined as his back still ached after being treated. Lost and unsure of what to do he remained, though he wasn't the only ones. Many other slaves, so broken and twisted from their masters, milled about. He was one of them and it wasn't until he thought he heard a voice calling his name that he responded.
Arms encircled him in a rush and held onto him for dear life, dumbly he sat his arms dropped to his sides as he wasn't entirely sure what was going on.
"OH my little boy it is you! Kyruie..oh my son."
Kyruie glanced to the woman who was sobbing against him, and not even his drug addled brain could claim that he didn't know his own mother. Though her hair had started to grey in parts she still looked the same except older. It was like he knew her but didn't, looking up he spotted his father hanging back, his brother at his side. Everyone was...together.
"Its okay son, we are together again..its okay." His mother continued in her sobbing irrational state, it wasn't until her husband reached out to pull her away from Kyruie that he was able to really think.
"Leana give the boy some space...remember he was just rescued I am sure this is all a shock to him." Juria responded to his wife who was now sobbing into his chest. It was an awkward moment, what did you say to a son who you havn't seen in at least seven years? One that you knew was sold into a household that used him for sexual favors and abuse?
"Grab your things Kyruie, we have a home set up for us in the district for now. Ashta help your brother." Came his fathers firm words, his brother older and looking stronger than ever gave his brother a look of distaste as if he couldn't believe how wasted away his body was. Still there was nothing for him to gather or grab, so Ashta instead helped his brother up and the little family left to go 'home.'
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Home. The young man couldn't remember what home looked like, and due to the sudden influx of the population in Oba with the slaves being set free and all, the home they were given was tiny. With the main floor consisting of a small kitchen and seating area and the upstairs having only two places you could call sleeping quarters. Kyruie was set up with his brother in one room while his parents were in the other.
Ashta was with him now, pretty much assisting Kyruie up the narrow flight of stairs to the straw mats that would be their room. Sitting down Kyruie felt the familiar itch of the straw against his legs. His brother seemed to be inspecting him before sighing and removing the thin blanket around his shoulders. More silence, it was as if the criss cross of scars that went down Kyruie's back told a story. It was then that his brother showed some inkling of compassion.
A hand on his shoulder, it was rough and callused from work in the fields.
"Looks like you had a hard time..." Ashta managed roughly, he wasn't the best at expressing his feelings and with a pat on his shoulder he then withdrew from the room. As if he couldn't find any other words of comfort to give him. That was fine. Kyruie was so overwhelmed at the current situation he wasn't really sure what to think anymore.
His family. He was back with his family. But who were these strangers who called themselves, mother, father and brother? It would be a lie to say that he didn't know them. They had been once a 'happy' family, even if they were slaves they made out a life on the farm and were able to be content from time to time. Being taken away from them all these years...the repeated abuse and use of drugs had changed him. So really it was him that was the stranger. They all knew him, but he only knew them in premise.
Alone in his new bedroom of sorts he looked around, the room was in desperate need of repair. Cracks lined the ceilings and walls but he supposed it was better than being out in the street. As his brain cleared he felt that overwhelming need for more of the pain powder. His back ached despite the healers having taken care of any seeping wounds and he picked up the blanket his brother had taken off his shoulders and wrapped himself in it again.
His family was downstairs or so he assumed. Perhaps it was time he tried to get to know them again. Though he'd much rather just stay in this room and not be bothered there as little likeliness that his mother would let him. So rousing himself to his feet he dragged himself down stairs to only find his mother, father and brother speaking in hushed tones. Leana turned when he came into the room, tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh my son, you had such a hard life. Things will get better now." She whispered as she gathered her son into her arms kissing his temple over and over. Perhaps this wouldn't be too bad.
Laying on the floor of an abandoned house Kyruie sat on the cold stone ground, his face cupped with both his hands. What was he doing? The day was waning, already it was past supper the sun beginning to set in the sky. How long had he sat here after Tera had left? The high was long gone, he felt that unsettling weight of responsibility settle on his shoulders, the tightening of his stomach demanding subsistence, and he knew that he had to pull himself together to be able to present himself to his family at home.
To continue living the lie.
Slowly a hand came up and pulled on his hair, tugging and tugging until it finally sunk in that it hurt. Coming out of his daze he looked about to rediscover his clothing and picked it up before slipping his arms back into his shirt and pulling his head through the neck. Feeling it settle against his skin he sighed, feeling constrained like wearing something that was trying to bind him too tightly. Yet it hung loose on his frame, it belonged to his brother who was more muscular than he was. It was minutes before he finally removed the filthy blanket he had draped over his lower body and tossed it to the floor. He felt dirty, on many levels. The first thing he would need to do before going home was to go to the ocean and throw himself in.
The walk to the ocean was uneventful, he had been careful to make sure that his stash was hidden away before heading out. If he was caught with it on his person he was sure that his parents would know instantly what was going on, and if not them...he was fairly certain his brother had a inkling of his terrible habit. Perhaps it was a sibling bond, so strong and yet fragile that kept Ashta from pushing information from Kyruie, that or...he wanted to catch in him in the act or under the influence before doing anything drastic. At least his family wasn't aware of his gay feelings, they took his disinterest of women to be an effect of his history with his sexually abusive master. In time they thought he would show healthy signs of interest in women. How wrong they were.
The sand touched the sandals on his feet, some grains slipping over the lip and onto his toes. He could hear the waves and they were a comfort. There were not many people out and about at this time, it was beginning to get dark and it was well known that it was dangerous to go out swimming in the late evening. Still Kyruie ignored all this and headed to the waters edge. Not bothering to take off his clothing he slipped into the water and swam.
He tired quickly, his body still adjusting to the training Ashta was putting him through, but he floated on his back for a bit, recalling the few fond memories that could offer him solace from his childhood. When has Ashta changed so much? Perhaps though it was him who changed and not his brother. In fact...he could blame his alienated feeling towards his family entirely on himself and that was probably the truth of it. IT was him who had changed, not his brother nor his parents. That or he just didn't know them as well as he had thought. Staring up at the sky he watched as the stars began to slowly blink into existence, shivering he went to stand up, and dragged himself out of the water. He could already feel the salt drying on his skin as he emerged his shirt and shorts clinging to his thin frame as he rubbed his arms.
It was stupid of him to go in with his clothing on, but going in naked didn't even seem like an option. There was something so very wrong about being naked in the ocean. But..why? He had no qualms getting naked in front of a complete stranger, and yet he didn't want to offend the water? Wringing the water out of his long hair he felt the skin on his arms goose bump, he was sure his brother would give him odd looks if he was caught coming home soaking wet.
His parents or at least his mother would question him out of worry about what happened, and yet he couldn't stay out after dark. Even in this warm climate the temperature dropped quickly when night fell. Forced to head home he continued to let his hair drip down his back, occasionally he would peek back up at the night sky, recounting the amount of stars he could see until he reached numbers he was sure didn't exist.
With everything quiet and at rest, he found himself suddenly upon his front door. Taking a deep breath he pushed the door open expecting to see his mother and father in the main room, only a single lit candle greeted him. Blinking he watched the flame a moment as it flickered threatening to go out, before it regained its vigor and shone even more brightly than before.
"Kyruie?"
A voice came from upstairs, it belonged to his brother who seemed to be the only one home. There was the sound of foot steps and then Ashta appeared at the top of the steps to then hesitate a moment before coming down. One could see the elder brothers gaze appraising his sibling, a look of disappointment on his face as he silently went back to the small kitchen and grabbed a towel of sorts before coming back.
Neither said anything before Ashta finally thrust the towel at his brothers chest, his large and callused hand rested there a moment before retreating, unable to meet his brothers silent accusation Kyruie took a hold of token before it fell to the ground.
"Mother and father have gone to discuss a job opportunity with a client. They will be bringing their son tomorrow to meet me. You are required to be here, but don't think I am going to go easy on you just because I am working. I still expect you to work hard Kyruie. " Ashta grunted with a nod of his head before moving away, "I managed to pull some money together to get you a shield to train with...I can already tell that swords arn't for you."
The conversation slipped away with a bit of finality with Ashta's last words he walked away. Kyruie was left feeling like a stranger in his own skin, taking the towel he looked at it a moment before going to dab at his face getting the last trickling bits of moisture off his skin. His brother as awkward as he was at showing affection was trying so hard, he felt like a heel a selfish brat who just wanted to dabble in his highs and not bother to do anything.
His future was set ahead of him. His brother choose it for him.
The young man stepped into his house and closed the door behind him, stripping off his wet shirt before moving upstairs.
Name: Kyruie
