Post by Ki on Jun 17, 2009 23:15:49 GMT -5
Name: Kestrel
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Age: 13
Owned by: Oynx
Position: Enslaved
Lifestyle: Goes from one owner to the next.
Residence: Moenia Caliginis
Description: Kestrel is certainly a beauty. She has nice olive skin, and tans very easily. Her hair is long and black, and usually she likes to keep it pulled up and out of her face. Kestrel has large, piercing green eyes. Her previous owners have warned that is her worst feature. Not because they’re particularly ugly…but because they seem to stare right into your very soul. Kestrel is also very well-built. She’s small and slender, built sort of like a gymnast. Due to her outlandish and rebellious behavior, she’s obtained some scars on her back. Those, however, are kept mostly out of sight. Her only other quirk: she rarely ever smiles.
Personality: Kestrel may be stunning when it comes to looks, but she’s known for her extremely rebellious behavior. Kestrel hates having to sit still, be quiet, and obey orders. Luckily for her, she rarely does any of those things. When Kestrel has something on her mind, no matter how brash it is, she’s going to express her opinion. And if there’s one thing she hates, it’s obeying orders. Kestrel looks for ways to cause trouble, to make her owners squirm. And even when she’s ‘put in her place’ through violence, you still won’t see her backing down or shedding a tear. Kestrel has even known to get violent. Though this happens only occasionally, it has happened. Years of being ordered about and treated like dirt have made her into a very wild and outlandish sort of girl.
Wardrobe: Kestrel is usually kept in every-day-sort of clothes. Mostly old and fading dresses, baggy T-shirts, or ripping jeans. Kestrel is also known for wearing the exact same pair of old, beat-up, duck-taped sneakers every day.
History: Kestrel was born into slavery, of course. Her father was a fighter, and a real prize. Her mother was a beauty, and also in shows. After three sons, they finally had a long-awaited, prize-winning girl. Kestrel didn’t spend long with her family, however. She was sold as a young girl and was used in shows by the same owner for about four years. Then, when she became too much for him to handle, he sent her on to the next poor sap that wanted to buy her. And so it continued throughout Kestrel’s life. Hopping from one owner to the next. As time passed, a deep hatred began for the creatures who enslaved her began to grow. A hate for the creatures that treated her like nothing, and tore her away from her family.
Family:
Father- Unknown
Mother- Unknown
Siblings- Unknown
Married: Nope.
Children: Not yet!
Category: Shows, sometimes cooks.
Statistics: Does extremely well in shows. She can also wrestle a bit, but since she's small, she can't face up against larger humans.
Color: I choose this one.
Other: Nope.
Roleplaying Example:
"I can't take her anymore. I've tried everything. Everything, I tell you! I took a whip to her, didn't even whimper! She can't be broken!"
"She's your best in the shows though, ain't she?"
"That's the problem!"
Kestrel smirked as she sat in her dark little hutch. Her current owner, some annoying Squirrel, was outside discussing her with his buddy. Kestrel dooked around the dim hutch. A little sunlight came in from the small dusty window, but that was about it. Straw was spread across the floor, and there were a few gardening tools here and there. Kestrel took a good look around and took in a deep breath. She wanted to remember this place, when she left. Her owner had locked her in there so many times for 'bad behavior' that it began to feel like sort of a home. Yes it was stuffy, cramped, and smelled like manure, but it was a home.
I wonder who they'll dump me on, this time. Kestrel wondered. She picked up a single strand of the stiff, scratchy straw and bent it in half. She'd spent countless nights in this place, trying to sleep on the uncomfortable straw-covered floor. Plotting her revenge on her master. Kestrel smirked and run her tongue over her perfectly kept white teeth. Maybe, I can have some more fun with the next one. Maybe they'll be the agressive type. The type that gets really, really mad when you do something...
The thought of that made Kstrel giggle. She'd caused many tantrums among her various owners. But, to Kestrel, they weren't enough. The one thing she wanted the most was to be able to actually do something. Not just annoy them, not just frustrate them. Kestrel sighed and stood up. She peered out the dusty old window. Her Captor was talking still complaining about her. Kestrel stared past him, at the trees and at the grass and the sky.
"One day," Kestrel murmured. "I'll be free. One day. You hear that, you stupid rodent? One day I'll be free. I might join the Rebellion, or I might just live out in the forests all by myself. But one day I will be free."
Gender: Female
Type: Human
Age: 13
Owned by: Oynx
Position: Enslaved
Lifestyle: Goes from one owner to the next.
Residence: Moenia Caliginis
Description: Kestrel is certainly a beauty. She has nice olive skin, and tans very easily. Her hair is long and black, and usually she likes to keep it pulled up and out of her face. Kestrel has large, piercing green eyes. Her previous owners have warned that is her worst feature. Not because they’re particularly ugly…but because they seem to stare right into your very soul. Kestrel is also very well-built. She’s small and slender, built sort of like a gymnast. Due to her outlandish and rebellious behavior, she’s obtained some scars on her back. Those, however, are kept mostly out of sight. Her only other quirk: she rarely ever smiles.
Personality: Kestrel may be stunning when it comes to looks, but she’s known for her extremely rebellious behavior. Kestrel hates having to sit still, be quiet, and obey orders. Luckily for her, she rarely does any of those things. When Kestrel has something on her mind, no matter how brash it is, she’s going to express her opinion. And if there’s one thing she hates, it’s obeying orders. Kestrel looks for ways to cause trouble, to make her owners squirm. And even when she’s ‘put in her place’ through violence, you still won’t see her backing down or shedding a tear. Kestrel has even known to get violent. Though this happens only occasionally, it has happened. Years of being ordered about and treated like dirt have made her into a very wild and outlandish sort of girl.
Wardrobe: Kestrel is usually kept in every-day-sort of clothes. Mostly old and fading dresses, baggy T-shirts, or ripping jeans. Kestrel is also known for wearing the exact same pair of old, beat-up, duck-taped sneakers every day.
History: Kestrel was born into slavery, of course. Her father was a fighter, and a real prize. Her mother was a beauty, and also in shows. After three sons, they finally had a long-awaited, prize-winning girl. Kestrel didn’t spend long with her family, however. She was sold as a young girl and was used in shows by the same owner for about four years. Then, when she became too much for him to handle, he sent her on to the next poor sap that wanted to buy her. And so it continued throughout Kestrel’s life. Hopping from one owner to the next. As time passed, a deep hatred began for the creatures who enslaved her began to grow. A hate for the creatures that treated her like nothing, and tore her away from her family.
Family:
Father- Unknown
Mother- Unknown
Siblings- Unknown
Married: Nope.
Children: Not yet!
Category: Shows, sometimes cooks.
Statistics: Does extremely well in shows. She can also wrestle a bit, but since she's small, she can't face up against larger humans.
Color: I choose this one.
Other: Nope.
Roleplaying Example:
"I can't take her anymore. I've tried everything. Everything, I tell you! I took a whip to her, didn't even whimper! She can't be broken!"
"She's your best in the shows though, ain't she?"
"That's the problem!"
Kestrel smirked as she sat in her dark little hutch. Her current owner, some annoying Squirrel, was outside discussing her with his buddy. Kestrel dooked around the dim hutch. A little sunlight came in from the small dusty window, but that was about it. Straw was spread across the floor, and there were a few gardening tools here and there. Kestrel took a good look around and took in a deep breath. She wanted to remember this place, when she left. Her owner had locked her in there so many times for 'bad behavior' that it began to feel like sort of a home. Yes it was stuffy, cramped, and smelled like manure, but it was a home.
I wonder who they'll dump me on, this time. Kestrel wondered. She picked up a single strand of the stiff, scratchy straw and bent it in half. She'd spent countless nights in this place, trying to sleep on the uncomfortable straw-covered floor. Plotting her revenge on her master. Kestrel smirked and run her tongue over her perfectly kept white teeth. Maybe, I can have some more fun with the next one. Maybe they'll be the agressive type. The type that gets really, really mad when you do something...
The thought of that made Kstrel giggle. She'd caused many tantrums among her various owners. But, to Kestrel, they weren't enough. The one thing she wanted the most was to be able to actually do something. Not just annoy them, not just frustrate them. Kestrel sighed and stood up. She peered out the dusty old window. Her Captor was talking still complaining about her. Kestrel stared past him, at the trees and at the grass and the sky.
"One day," Kestrel murmured. "I'll be free. One day. You hear that, you stupid rodent? One day I'll be free. I might join the Rebellion, or I might just live out in the forests all by myself. But one day I will be free."