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 Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:15 pm
Navigation
This thread will stay here awhile longer before I move it to Memorable Threads!
If you wish to move your characters on to the new thread, please tell me and I will take care of it!
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1) You are here!
2) Introduction
3) Ribbons
4) Rules
5) Applications
6) Slaves
7) Masters
8 )Reserved
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:18 pm
Introduction A great mansion stands atop a hill, surrounded by a beautiful grove of blooming trees and acres of luxorious gardens. Inside, the building is equally elegant and beautiful, though it harbours many a dark secret. With over a hundred rooms, each decorated in a style more beautiful than-- and completely different from-- the room before. A marble staircase lies behing the only unadorned doorway, marked only with a sign reading: All transactions will take place between Sunrise and Sunset.
And remember, you are responsible for checking the ribbons.
If you bite off more than you can chew, it's your own fault. A cryptic message to the common passer-by, but to the people more familiar with the 'transactions' in question, it is nothing more than a simple reminder. Within the still-beautiful basement, made of marble to match the stair case, are great rows of what can only be described as beautiful marblised prison cells, each housing a single being, human and otherwise, easily visible through the stone bars, as well as small bowls filled with food and water and a tiny cot. Around the arms, legs, waists, necks, even the heads of some, are silken ribbons, flowing and trailing with exquisite elegance so different from the pained looks most of have upon their faces. They are the subjects of the transactions, slaves to be bought and used as their master commands. Treated or mistreated depending on their luck. Are you a buyer, looking for something new and exciting in this great marketplace of human life? Or were you brought here against your will, tested, taken and wrapped in ribbons you can never remove? Well, whatever you may be, welcome to the Mansion of the Ribbon. May you find just what you are looking for.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:21 pm
Ribbons Every slave has ribbons on them somewhere, charmed so that they cannot be removed until their owner does so. A slave may have only one, or perhaps to many to count, but every ribbon has a color, and every color has a meaning. Depending upon the color of the ribbon you can know at a glance just what your slave may be used for. Ability Ribbons. A slave may have one, all, none or any amount in between of these ribbons. They describe what a slave may be used for. Red: Housework Orange: Pleasure Yellow: Fighter Green: Companion Blue: Powers Violet: All Of the above Personality Type Ribbon. Each slave has one personality type ribbon. It's length determines the strength of their dominant personality type, a long black ribbon shows a particularly violent slave, whereas a short one shows a rebellious but stable slave. Black: Rebellious, Defiant, Possibly dangerous. White: Submissive, Kind, Probably loyal.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:29 pm
Rules arrow Literacy is expected, obviously. arrow This goes without saying, but...NO GODMODDING! arrow Keep romance to PG-16, any further and you're going to PMs. :Arrow: Pm your application or you're not getting in. If you have a recurring character profile in the main forum, you may send a link to it in your PM, but you'll still need ribbon colors.
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:31 pm
Applications Master[b]Gaia Username:[/b]
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[b]What are you looking for in a slave?[/b] Slave[b]Gaia Username:[/b]
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[b]What are you looking for in a master?[/b] Additional Options[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Bio:[/b]
[b]Powers:[/b]
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:32 pm
Slaves Gaia Username: Cyberweasel89 Name: Uriel Age: 20 (though he was fed hormones early in life to speed up puberty) Race: Human Appearance: Uriel, red around his right wrist, green around his left wrist, white tied around his neck, and orange tied around his forehead like a bandana, the long ends of the ribbon hanging down his neck. Personality: He’s quite taciturn. While he seems cool and collected on the outside, he has a habit at flinching at physical contact, due to his Mistress from earlier in his life having beaten him for the slightest things. He rarely speaks unless spoken to first, and always calls his new owner “Mistress”. He’s a bit of a high-maintenance slave, as he has a weak stomach. If he eats something too full of cholesteral of fat (such as deep-fried foods, and other such foods that are greasy), he gets horrible stomach cramps. They’re so bad that even his usual silence is broken with groans of pain. Sexuality: Heterosexual Powers: None Ribbon Colors: -----Ability: Red (one foot in length), Green (one foot in length), Orange (three feet in length), -----Personality: White (one foot in length) Bio: Uriel never met his parents. But from what he was told, they gave birth to twins, and couldn’t afford to take care of both him and his twin. So they decided to sell the infant Uriel into slavery. Throughout his life he hopped from owner to owner, influencing what he is today. One particular Mistress earlier in his life would beat him senseless at the slightest things, so he flinches at human contact now. But over the years of various owners, he’s grown taciturn, rarely showing any emotion. Due to the slave status imposed on him by his first Mistress, he’s not allowed to wear clothes, except for his ribbons. In fact, he can’t wear clothes. He has a spell enchanted on him so that he’s incapable of wearing clothes of any sort. The enchantment was placed upon him by his first Mistress, a perverse woman who largely affected the fact that Uriel’s longest ribbon categorizes him as “Pleasure”, though he himself only takes action on said ribbon’s category when his Mistress demands it, and he secretly doesn’t like it very much. But he does as he’s told. He wouldn’t dare voice that feeling to any of his Mistresses, though. What are you looking for in a master? Uriel doesn’t know what he needs. He’s more concerned with the wants of his Mistress. But what would be good for him is a Mistress that can break him out of his shell. Some tender love and care might just cure him of his fear of physical contact. Other: The “no clothes” enchantment placed upon him is quite strong. Only true love can break it, as is the case with many enchantments. Gaia Username: The Leshy Name: Buu Age: 18 Race: Human Sexuality: Aesexual. Someone teach him the wonders of the body! Appearance: Buu is a small and unthreatening creature. With his messy brown hair and lightly tanned skin, he has the look of a sewer rat about him (and the smell of one as well), yet still manages to conjure a feeling of endearment with his sad, drooping hazel eyes. The slave has a small frame, standing at only 5’5”, but is adorned with awkward hands and feet several sizes too big for him. He is thin, not emaciated, but thin, so that all clothes hand loosely, clinging, as they do, to the rise and fall of his bones. Image Art by Len Len Personality: Quiet and humble, Buu is an introverted character, yet desperately loyal to anyone generous enough to buy him. He is a self-made martyr, a creation of guilt, shame, and a yearning to please just for the sake of a small smile or maybe even a glance. He speaks quietly, with a hushed voice, and usually tangles his fingers together when caught in an uncomfortable situation. As someone who has never received a large amount of general education above the sixth grade level, Buu is not the smartest of all slaves, but he repents for his lacking traits with a sturdy will to please and the ability to wash away any stain and polish any type of metal. Ribbon Colors: -----Ability: An uncanny knack to clean just about anything. -----Personality: Red (tied about his left wrist), Green (tied about his left wrist) White What is Buu looking for in a master? Buu would be happy with just about anyone. So long as the master looked at him, reminded him that his existence was worthwhile, Buu would be perfectly satisfied. What is Leshy looking for in the master? Alas, Buu’s creator, Leshy, seeks a master of a completely opposite nature. I would like someone who bought him for his Red ribbon, not for the Green. I would like the Master to be stern, curt, and have a charming way with words. The Master should be frosty on the outside and partially in the inside, but there ought to be a little warmth in his tiny weeny heart just for Romance’s sake. ------
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------ Gaia Username: sparklypiggy Name: Iyla Gan Age: 19 Appearance: Iyla's hair is long and black, a tangled mass that when under control falls to her ankles. She uses it primarily to hide the orange and green ribbons at the back of her neck. When practicing with her thin blade, she braids it and ties it in a sort-of elaborate knot to keep it out of the way. Her eyes are dark brown. Her skin is oddly white. She's 5'7". - Her outfit is rather simple, a white Japanese training garment with grey trim and belt, though the top's pretty much all the way open. She has a tight, black, sleeveless, strapless undershirt and a pair of tight, black shorts underneath for modesty purposes. Personality: She is quite and submissive. Once she earns someone's trust, she realizes it, but sticks to herself most of the time, even then. Before she will trust someone, she will test them first. Even if they fail she'll try her best to learn about them. - She doesn't snap, bite, or argue, but if you upset her, she shrinks down and becomes closed once again. If you attempt to engage her in a fight of word banter or swords, though, she will jump immediately to the occasion. During these times, she reveals who she really is: a witty and kind person who values herself and others. - She is the epitome of quiet perfection: dangerous due to her talent with the sword, a challenge due to the fact that her smile is a blessing, but the most loyal, dedicated friend you will ever have. She also happens to be a neat-freak, even regarding people. Ribbon Colors: -----Ability: Red tied neatly on her left wrist, yellow on her right. Orange and green braided together at the back of her choker, very small, secret, and neat. -----Personality: A white choker around her neck. In the back where it is tied, it flows down much further, wrapping completely around her upper torso, tied neatly at her lower back. Almost 9 feet total, but hidden beneath clothing. Try removing that without her notice. There's also a really thick white ribbon tied around her head, over her forehead. What are you looking for in a master?She wants someone who is interesting, not a simpleton. She also wants someone who is willing to let her go along at her own pace, someone who would not try and force a friendship/relationship on her, but someone with the patience to let a true friendship/relationship grow. She also likes the type who don't bother with that kind of thing, but keep her for her fighting skills, because she usually ends up friends with them anyway... well, that or bedding them. -----
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------ Gaia Username: Ari_Kara1234 Name: Fayte Sumner Age: 18 Race: Neko Sexuality: Heterosexual Appearance:  Personality: Fayte is a very cheerful person. She finds joy in everything for the simple fact that she has nothing. It takes quite a lot to upset her, and even then she tries to be happy, though inside she is hurting. She does not like to burden others with her problems, so she usually hides her true feelings. The only subject that really bothers her is her blindness. She does not appreciate it when others make comments, tease her, or treat her differently. It usually leads to her disliking them greatly. Ribbon Colors: -----Ability: A red ribbon is wrapped over her eyes, then brought back around her neck and twisted around then brought behind her back, twisted agian, and tied in a bow on her front. She has a green ribbon tied around her lower, left thigh and an orange ribbon is tied around her upper, right thigh. -----Personality: A white ribbon, slightly over four feet long, is used to tie back her hair in a large, loose bow. What are you looking for in a master? If she had a choice, Fayte would want someone who is kind to her and will not treat her differently than a normal person just because she is blind. She wants a master who she can trust, who can hopefully be her friend. Other: Because of an accident when Fayte was young, she is now completely blind. She's been told that she may never regain her sight. Fayte has gained something from the tragedy in her youth. She has developed a sort of sixth sense that enables her to figure out her surroundings by listening to how sound is reverberated off walls and objects. It's impossible for someone to sneak up on her without her knowing. ----- === ------ Gaia Username: Hawke the Blazen Shadow Name: Talon Faire Age: 22 Appearance:Personality: Calm, cool, and collected, his mind is hard to break. He prefers the silence, but if accosted, he will return the favor. Within his speach, one may realize that there is something more to him than what can be seen. "Take a look beyond the sky" is a favorite saying of his and he may pull it out sometimes. Ribbon Colors: Located on his forehead as a headband, there is an orange and blue ribbon intertwined, no one ribbon longer than the other. As a sash, there is a long black ribbon, but flowing off as tails of even length there's a green and a yellow. The tails aren't that long, but they are noticable. What are you looking for in a master? A non-abusive, let's-do-what-wants-to-do sort of master that has earned both his respect as well as trust. Race: Human Bio: Captured from the streets and thrown into slavery, Talon hasn't had much of a life. His parents have been gone since he could remember and all that he's had for friends were other unfortunate slaves. For some reason, no one has wanted to become his master. Maybe it was because of his personality and free spirit, or perhaps his iron resolve that made him seem untrustworthy or not worth their time. Either way, he's been stuck inside of this same mansion with the same ribbons on him ever since he could remember. It's getting to him now and he wants out... Powers: Creation of crystalline figures from nothing but air and stone. Sexuality: Heterosexual ------
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------ Gaia Username: Sexxiedanka02 Name: Sakura Age: 18 Appearance: Personality: Though her personality ribbon may mislead you, she is actually sweet and loyal. The problem is, you must prove to her you are worth her loyalty, and none of the testers and past buyers have ever managed that. She is defiant and rebellious to anyone who does not prove themself. Ribbon Colors: Violet around her neck, short black around her tail. A braided garter of all the other ribbons is on her upper leg, orange being the longest. Each color gets successively shorter in the order of Green, Yellow, Blue, Red. What are you looking for in a master? Someone who is worth her time and trouble, who'd be willing to take her in and tame her, perhaps even train her to be something better than the simply slave she is now. Race: Neko Powers: Empath (Feeling reading psychic), Obviously her claws and cat-like qualities. -----
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------ Gaia Username: Deoradhan Name: Doran Age: looks 16 Appearance: Doran is a young kitsune/human hybrid that stands about 5' 4". As a slave, the fox boy wears a tight sleevless belly shirt and a short skort like garment, both a color of silverish grey. Emerald eyes are set in a fair face and flaming red hair tumbles down his slender frame to his waist. His soft fur covering his ears and tail is a darker shade of red than his hair. Personality: Three words: ticked off teenager. Doran can become violent when agitated with no punishment for his actions apparent, but when threatened he becomes submissive and docile. He can expierence extreme mood swings and suffers from long depressions. In the end, Doran just desires ture friendship, a companion to comfort him and enjoy his company for who he is. Cheesy, I know. Ribbon Colors: One black ribbon split into three sections and braided into an anklet located around his right ankle. Violet ribbon used as a choker around his neck. Red, orange, and green ribbons are braided into a bracelet worn on his right wrist, shorter yellow and blue ribbons braided into his hair on the left side of his face. What are you looking for in a master? "Well, seeing that I was taken against my will, I don't see why I need to answer that question. If I had a choice, I'd want a master that was kind to me and didn't want me just because of looks or anything shallow like that. I want a friend, someone I can trust. If they're really my friend, I don't think I'd really mind being their slave." Race: Kitsune/Human Bio: Doran was orphaned as a child and grew up on the streets of the cities. He quickly learned to be a thief, and a successful one at that. One day though, he apparently robbed the wrong person and was caught and turned into a slave. He's only been a slave for a few weeks and is thus far unbroken. Powers: Doran is able to sense things such as feelings and impending events, but is not always able to identify these things. He doesn't relise he has this power and therefore doesn't really pay attention to it. As part kitsune he possesses abilities related to illusion and fire, but only the illusions are developed since they served him well when he was a thief. Sexuality: If he's a slave, he really doesn't have a choice, does he? Doran hasn't had any interests in someone before. Guess that makes him a blank book. -----
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------ Gaia Username: Warwolf61092 Name: Aeinoose Orchion Age: 23 Appearance: AeinoosePersonality: Not the most calm and collected of all slaves. He can be very vicious and he trusts no one, he rarely even trusts his own mind and he is considered insane by most customers of the mansion. He has his moments, however, and during them, he is a sweet and kind human being, almost as though he has a split personality. Not only that, but he can be the most helpful, and brilliant person to be with, but it takes time....alot of time, to earn his trust, skills, or anything of his. Ribbon Colors: Up his left arm, from wrist to shoulder, there are Yellow, green, and blue ribbons. Yellow the longest, and at the top of his arm, Blue, slightly shorter and tied at his elbow, and green, the shortest and tied at his wrist. Then, there is the Black ribbon, tied around his forehead, and hanging down slightly passed his waist, teathered at both ends. What are you looking for in a master? Nothing too special in perticular. Just a master who will not disrespect him, and ask things of him that are impossible. A master who he can get along with. -----
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------ Gaia Username: Bittersweet Tears (Son to be: .[ Emo . Luff ]. ) Name: Naomi Myoshiko Age: 17 Appearance:  Personality: While Naomi is the kind to push help away, she will quickly open up to people that she trusts. Three words to describe her would be: sarcastic, rebellious, and passionate. Ribbon Colors: Orange, green ribbon, red, and black. -----Personality: Black, eighteen inches, tied around her waist. -----Ability: An orange ribbon on her neck, a green ribbon on her left lower thigh, and two red ribbons of each wrist. What are you looking for in a master? Naomi is looking for someone that she can talk to, and have fun with. A compatible personality would be preferred. ------
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------ Gaia Username: SirAuronPD Name: Alex Varanov Age: 18 Appearance: Alex has short, spikey blonde hair, and deep, hazel eyes. He stands at 6" tall and has a medium build. He has a thin sacr on the left side of his face, running from his forehead, straight down over his eye, ending around the same length as his nose.((Scar from the Lion King has the kind of scar that I am trying to describe)) Personality: If provoked, or feeling threatened, Alex can be extremely aggressive. Although he can be aggressive when provoked, when he is not he is kind. He is also the kind of person that is fiercely loyal topeople that he can trust, but his trust has to be earned. Ribbon Colors:Violet, Yellow, Green, Blue, Orange, and Black -----Ability: Violet ribbon around his right bicep, Longer Yellow ribbon around his left bicep, Medium-length Green ribbon wrapped around his left forearm, Blue ribbon wrapped around his right forearm(about an inch of ribbon hanging down from his wrist), and Orange ribbon tied around his right ankle. -----Personality: A short Black ribbon tied around his head. What are you looking for in a master? Alex is looking for a master who is trustworthy, and who would not treat him like crap. Race: Human/Telepath Powers: He has mind-reading abilities that he can use on a whim, as well as pyrokinesis and psychokinesis. His power of mind-reading is his most powerful, uh, power, while pyrokinesis and psychokinesis are lesser ones. Sexuality: Heterosexual ------
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------ [ Gaia Username: Meridian lights Name: Elysia Marion Stratts Age: 19 Appearance: 36-22-38 breasts-waist-hips. Elysia's figure is almost absurdly curvaceous and has gotten her everything from appreciative stares to mocking glares, but so far no master has been seduced by her curves enough to take her. The hair is blonde and assymetrical, with the left side being just long enough to cover that eye while the right stretches down to just past her shoulders. The shortest part of her hair is dyed a bright blue modeled directly after her cousin's eye color- the two dressed almost like twins- though her own eyes are a vivid bottle green. She has found herself regularly cleaned and fed in good healthy, so her skin still glows, though it is starting to get so very pale. Of late, she has been clothed in sheer toga-like constumes, just opaque enough to keep her modesty. Barely. Personality: Seduction is her favorite word in the English language, and she would like to hope she absolutely drips sex from every pore. Before entering the mansion, she never had any reason to doubt that belief... Her mind is sharp, as is her tongue, but her eyes are not. Ribbon Colors:-----Ability: Orange, blue, yellow and violet were once wound in spiraled trails down her arms, though she has long since tied their ends together on the bars of her cell, as a constant reminder to make herself visible to anyone who passes by. With any luck, she'll get out soon enough. -----Personality:Two thick black ribbons braid around a thin, silky white one in a seeming collar around her neck. Perhaps she isn't quite as hateful of this situation as she outwardly appears? What are you looking for in a master? "Anyone! Just gemme outta this bloody cage! I came 'ere to find Katianne, not to get sucked into the trade me'self, goddamnit!" Race: Human enough. Human enough... Bio: Elysia had always been close to her cousin Katianne, and save for their eye colors and height differences, the two might have been twins. Katianne had always been so enthralled with the idea of owning a slave, but when she finally had the money to buy one herself, the girl went missing, and Elysia made it her life's goal to find her. Three weeks search led to the Mansion, but that was well over six months ago. Powers: Her songs can soothe the savage beast, as they say, as long as they remain in her native tongue. But, once the words slip into something a little more ancient, beware. It has been, after all, such a long time since the Roman muses trodded the earth. Who knows how you'll react? Sexuality: Bisexual? Pansexual? Is there even a word for her complete lack of boundaries?
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2006 7:34 pm
Masters Gaia Username: Metanaito Name: Lord Gunther Inval-ten Damaske Erixas Oreal'net the Ninth (Goes by Gunther ^^). Age: 18. Appearance: Lord Gunther has short silver hair, auburn eyes, and always wears black. Personality: He is kind, but only when you do not call him "Lord G", "Lord GN", or anything that does not resemble "Gunther". Overall, he's nice - for a master, that is. What are you looking for in a slave? Anything, really. He just wants company, even IF they're mean little shits. ^^; Race: Superhuman. Bio: Lord Gunther once had another slave, Tii'gra, whom he liked quite a lot. However, Tii'gra didn't like him at all. Tii'gra refused to be even seen with him unless he had to. He desperately tried to spend time with Tii'gra, to get Tii'gra to like him, but this only caused Tii'gra to commit suicide. He wears black to remind himself of Tii'gra's death. Powers: Slight psychic powers, and the ability to control water. Sexuality: Bisexual Other: He loves cooking, so even if you mention "food" in front of him he kindly cooks food for you - a little TOO much food.
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Gaia Username: SirAuronPD Name: Lein Kaskuo Age: 18 Race: Kitsune/Human Appearance: Lein stands at six feet tall, with red-brown hair reaching to his shoulders. He has kitsune ears and tail, both which are red-brown, the color of his hair, and each has a tip that slowly faded to black. His eyes are a dark hazel, and he has tiny fangs. Personality: Lein is quite the playful type, when he can be. Sometimes he will be serious, but most of the time he is more relaxed and outgoing, and can sometimes come off as hyper. There are times that he has where he either rambles on, or gets sidetracked from his original idea. What are you looking for in a slave? Someone he would enjoy having around, and someone who would not act like a slave, rather like a free person Sexuality: Heterosexual ------
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------ Gaia Username: Priestess_Setphia Name: Ione Wizel Age: Eighteen Appearance: [x] Ione Wizel [/x] Personality: Formal to the point of extreme, Ione has always been considered a tad.. Off. To some, she may come across as a bit of a fool, due to her stubborn qualities and trusting attitude, but she really is rather intelligent. However, Ione shows her cleverness and witty tongue on few occasions, believing it to be out of her right to speak against someone else's knowledge unless truly necessary. What are you looking for in a slave? "Well, appearances don't matter to me much. I'm looking more so for a friend instead of someone to simply push around. Naturally, they would be doing a few servant-like activities, but I'd prefer it if they weren't a complete push over. After all, what best friend would do every single thing their friend told them to do without at least talking back a little?" Bio:The only girl in a family of six, it's truly a wonder how Ione managed to obtain a decent sense of femininity. Technically, her mother also counts as a female, but due to the fact she's the main source of income for the family, often doesn't have time to bother with the children. Not that Ione or anyone ever minded, since they were well aware that Mrs. Wizel loved them all very much. Her father had always been a rather cultured and religious man, teaching his children the values of formality and discipline. Though not the type to show much affection, even to his wife, he held a certain understanding of Ione's need to acquire some sense of privacy and understanding. Money had never been much of an issue, due to the fact the family really was quite wealthy. Due to this, Ione finds it hard to understand the struggles of the world and simply assumes that everyone is decently off and is just as polite and dignified as she. Race: Human Powers: She has finally perfected levitation and heightening her sense. She's still working on spell casting, however, and isn't very good at it. Sexuality: Bisexual Other: Ione is actually a sorceress in training but since she considers that to be a class instead of a race, always claims to be a simple human. ------ === ------ Gaia Username: [.Fuzzy.Green.Jacket.] Name: Cass� Jusqu'Au Jour Age: 25 Appearance: [ Cass�] Tall for the people in her family. She has shoulder length hair, that has so many multicolors in it you would think she was the Skittles spokesperson, which of course is as straight as a borad. She usually has a black, velvet headband that doesn't hold her bangs back, with a butterfly on it. The rest of hair is held in a ponytail when she's painting, or drawing, but other that is held down. She is always pushing them out of her eyes, but hates restricting them behind the band. She's abnormal in many other ways. She has a pair of butterfly like wings that are many different dark hues. Despite her innocent personilty she is usually seen sporting a black vintage dress, and usually her black clunky army boots, which she loves. Other that she wears Gotti Lotti alot. The weird thing is she used to wear normal clothing when she was younger, but after she started enhancing her skill to transform she wore nothing but black. The only time she wears what some people refear to as 'normal' clothing is, when she's training, and the it's simple shorts, and a shirt. Most people would expect her to frown all the time, but when they see her warm, inviting smile all of it drifts away, but what truely gives her away is her is her mixture of light red, and baby pink eyes that seem to catch them off guard. Her make-up is always dark to further inhance her eyes. Black eyeliner,black mascra, black eyeshadow. She never wears anything on her lips, though. What also makes her seem so depressing is her black nails. No matter what, her nails are always painted black. You would have to pay her a couple thousand to get her not to have black on them. Depending on the mood she's in she'll either wear happy cloths like pink, and green, when she's depressed or depressing colors like dark purple, and black, when she's happy. It doesn't make much sense. Personality: Cass� is usually very kind. Just wanting to have someone to talk to, but after her parents died, and her sister she had no one left, so she was alone. She had heard of a place where you could get a slave, and do what want, depending on what they were meant for. Cass� decided to go, even though she thought it was kinda brutal. She is usually very happy, but sometimes laps over into a deep depression, that takes her a long time to get out of. When, she went into these she usually had her sister to help her, but now she needs someone new. Cass� is also giving in nature, and will give up the cloths on her back to someone in need even if she will freeze herself. What are you looking for in a slave? Someone that will be a friend for her. She doesn't want someone who will do anything, she just wants someone who she can talk to, and help her when she needs it. Cass� doesn't want someone who will just nod, and say things, because she will be their master, she wants them to actually talk to her. Race: Butterfly. O.o Bio: After Cass� lost her parents, and sister, she really didn't have anywhere to go. She found a place to stay, by working at a hotel cleaning, and cooking. She was always very reserved, and didn't talk to people, but listened. That was how she learned about the slave thing. Cass� left the her new home for short awhile to check the place the out. Powers: She can actually transform. Sexuality: Um, she doesn't really know, sense she doesn't really come contact with people. Other: n/a ------
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------ Gaia Username: SirAuronPD Name: Tsukiko Sythe Age: 19 Appearance: Personality: Can be outgoing, or can be reserved, depending on the situation, and depending on whether or not he trusts the person he is talking to. He is laid-back sometimes, while other times he is serious. What are you looking for in a slave? Someone who is obedient and trustworthy. Someone who will not snap at every little thing. Race: Telepath Powers: Telepathy/Psychokinesis Sexuality: Heterosexual ------
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------ Gaia Username: sparklypiggy Name: Noca [Noh-saa] Magae Age: 22 Appearance: Noca has long, bark-brown hair that's usually in some complicated hairstyle, clear green eyes, and a smooth, heart-shaped face. Personality: Noca likes to think of herself as cool, collected, witty, and in control, but she is truly soft at heart. She dresses nicely, has clever things to say, and carries herself with sophistication; quite a nice catch, according to the few men she ever associated herself with. Obviously, these men never really got to see who she was-- a carefree, happy-go-lucky woman who would rather cook and sing than engage in a battle of wits, or sit and discuss politics. What are you looking for in a slave? "I'll know when I find them." Noca doesn't really know what she's looking for. In order to keep her cool outer persona, she has looked for slaves that go according to it, but has had no luck. In truth, she is waiting for the moment something with her and a slave click. It would be nice to have someone who knew who she really was. Race: Human, but has elven blood in her far ancestry. Powers: None, though has stopped men with her sweet or chilling smile and intense eyes. Sexuality: Heterosexual
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2006 9:38 pm
Tuning out the world around him, a small fox boy lay staring up at the ceiling on his cot. One leg was bent up, foot on the bedding, while the other hung off the edge at the knee, his tail lying between afore said limbs. His head lay atop a cushion of his red hair and his arm crossed under him. The boy's other slender arm was lying across his face, sheilding his eyes from any light.
For hours before his sudden calm state the boy had paced about his cell, counting ever step, and raved about his unjust treatment. Of course, he demanded to be freed a couple of times or else he'd kill himself, but that wasn't received well.
"For gods' sakes, let me out! This is a mistake! I'm warning you!" Doran yelled at the top of his lungs, his throat sore from his constant ranting. The foxboy's complaint was a half-hearted on at best. Why should anyone heed his words? He knew all he accomplioshed was to turn his fellow inmates against him. Large mahogany ears pricked up from his crimson mane and flicked back and forth, trying to catch any noises besides his screaming.
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2006 6:45 pm
{{It's uber-long. Know why? 'Tis an intro post. They are quite lost in the mension at the moment. In my next post they'll get to the room of slaves and begin the pick-and-choose process.}}
Nephthysia and Absinthe walked in perfect unison down a tiled hallway, hanging off eachother more like newfound lovers rather than siblings, though perhaps their twinship was an acceptable excuse.
After their birth slave had escaped, been captured, escaped again, captured again and appropriately executed, the two had been searching for a few months for a decent 'marketplace'. After awhile, the trail led to the Mansion of the Ribbon, and the twins were practically off their rockers with excitement, though outwardly they appeared calm enough.
"So, brother, what do you think we-" Nephthysia began, cut off by her brother's response before she even finished her question.
"We've had this conversation before. We want a short black, with at least-"
"I know, an orange and a blue. A green would be a nice bonus, though, don't you think? But what if-"
"There aren't any? You worry to much. Besides," Absinthe's voice showed he was obviously restraining an amused giggle, "We could always just grab a violet and break down anything they try against us."
Nephthysia dropped her head onto her brother's shoulder as they passed another ornate door. It had surely been at least twenty minutes since the guard had let them into the main corridor. "Do you think that they thought not-"
"Giving us directions is funny? Probably, but, then again maybe the just want us to work-" Abby was having the same thought, though that was nothing unusual. He was simply looking on the bright side, as usual. After all, if his sister had her way, everyone would be out to get them.
"For our new toy. Indeed. But still, I am quite certain we've passed that room before..." Neither would admit it, but they seemed to be rather awfully lost. There was not so much as a wayward screch to lead them to the slaves' quarters.
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Posted: Sat May 27, 2006 6:09 am
Aeinoose was tired, and worn. He hadn't gotten much sleep on a long, long time. It seemed that, because of his attitude and viciousness towards the guards, they did not want to let him sleep. The lack of rest made him have almost no energy. He couldn't cause slave buyers or guards any trouble.
He sighed and stood up to stretch, instantly falling back onto the shaggy, worn cot. "Damn guards...." he sighed again, louder. He would just have to meditate. Meditation would allow him to get back most of his energy, and cause more trouble with the guards. He grinned maniacally at the thought.
Aeinoose closed his eyes, sat cross-legged, and started to hum an old tune. One that he used to hear from an old lady that used to come around and buy slaves. The sound was serene, and calming, like being lost out in the wilderness with no burdens to follow you.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:39 am
A veil of pinkish-purple hair shielded a girl's face from any light radiating from the dim watt bulb hanging from her cell, casting a dull shadow across her body. Rebellion shone distinctly from her face as she thought aboutg -- for the ten-teenth time -- how she would get out of here. The girl stood up as a new pair of people -- probably siblings -- walked in and she puched her glasses farther up the bridge of her nose.
This was Naomi. Tired, curious, and a smart a**, all she wanted to do was get a journalism report. Instead, she got her camera confiscated and forced to enter the not-so-glamourous life of a slave. Feh. Maye she would find a better house than the former crap she lived in. And masters could be fun...
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 9:54 am
The twins' unified steps drew to a halt when a door far too plain in comparison to the overly ornate other came into view. It was a simple black arch, without so much as an interesting handle. held as if by magic, though more likely by magnetics, a sign mentioned checking ribbons and transactions. The twins smiled at eachother dimly and pushed it open. It barely took any effort at all, though the door looked viciously heavy- It must have been well balanced. Behind the door was a staircase leading into a dimly lit hallway. At the edge of their vision, the twins could just make out the silhouette of the first cage.
"Perfect."
Again their steps were in sync, the soft patters of bare feet seeming more like one person than two, and if one listened very carefully, they might even have heard a feather-soft flutter of wind.
Instantaneously, their wings sprang back into view. Considering many of the slaves-for-sale were inhuman, they might as well prove they could handle them as well. Those with animalian traits often seemed more likely to try to run when faced with seemingly human owners.
As the staircase ended the tall twins found themselves staring down a seemingly endless hallway lined with cage-like holding cells, most of which were filled by simpering little idiots. They did not care for those with the long, white ribbons that were crying or looked happy with the thought of a new buyer. They wanted someone to take, break and rebuild. Black ribbons only.
Luckily, it seemed there were more than enough of them in holding.
"What do you think, brother? This-"
"Shall definately be ...amusing, at the very least."
A neko a white ribbon the seemed a mile long stared at them intensely, as if trying to persuade them with only her eyes. The twins scoffed and gave the cat a vicious glare. She scuttled to the back of her cell and the two allowed themselves a soft laugh. In unison they gave her a mocking farewell, "Tsk, tsk, kitty. Try to be curious again, and we guarantee you'll end up as dead as the rhyme." before they continued down the hall, hoping beyond hope that something would catch their wandering eyes.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:12 am
Doran stopped studying the ceiling, which wasn't very interesting anyways, when his furry ears picked up the sound of footsteps and something else he couldn't quite identify. The fox stood and began to pace, his tail flicking back and forth with agitation. If I can get whoever it is to open my cell, maybe I can make a break for it. But these ribbons... His lips curled back in a snarl, displaying his white fangs. He had tried to tare off those cursed ribbons and only suceeded in cutting himself. I could likely find one of my employers... but I'm sure they'd much rather use me than free me. Damnit!
The boy growled and kicked the bowl of food, sending it clattering across the cell and spilling the contents every which way. It were times like these that Doran wondered what he had done to piss off the gods. Expanding his awareness past the confines of his cell, Doran took notice of the twins when they spoke. Great. They sound like sadists. Hopefully they aren't *****> He shivered and continued his pacing, anxiety washing over him.
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 10:28 am
Both heads snapped to the side at the sound of a loud, metallic clatter. Immediately their eyes glinted with a vicious glee.
"Oh dear, brother."
"It seems the little kistune,"
"Doesn't like living in a cage."
As they spoke, they moved towards the redhead's cage, focusing on the boy like he was the only object worth interest in the room. Actually, as far as the twins cared, he was.
"But I wonder, sister,"
"Would he prefer to come with us?"
The question seemed to have been directed at Absinthe, but their pointed looks made it obvious they were asking the boy himself. If possible, they seemed to move even closer to eachother, Absinthe's arm tightening around his sister's waist her Nephthysia's dropped lower cross his shoulders, draping towards his naval.
"And he is such a pretty little creature, though,"
"I have to wonder if he has a name that does him justice? If not-"
"We could always choose one for him, sister."
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2006 11:24 am
Naomi snorted loudly at the pair's words; they were amusing. And they were curious. "His name is Doran," she called to the two, smiling. She stood up and pressed herself against the bars. This should be interesting.
She turned around for a minute to retrieve her sweater and notice a little hole at the top of her cell....light! Looking over her shoulder, Naomi stood on her toes and poked at it. To her suprise, more celiling cam ecrumbling down. Could she escape? Naomi ripped a strip of cloth off her sweater and covered her eyes, but she could see through the fabrice. Naomi jabbed at the hole furiously, and eventually it was big enough for her to go through.
"Sunlight!" a nearby slave shrieked. Naomi jumped and hurridly covered the hole with her sweater and sat back down. She would escape some other day.
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