Post by icey on Aug 28, 2008 14:49:58 GMT -5
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Name: Fiona
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age:29
Position: Enslaved
Captor's Name: Retho
Residence: Reveerie Homes
Description: Fiona is a bright eyed woman of Irish decent. Holding true to the black Irish stereotype, her hair is dark black and here eyes are a bewitching ice blue. Her features are fine and her face is unmarred by her slavery save for a thin silver ring in her nose. Her hair falls down to mid-back when not in it's usual braid. She's rather fair and her lack of proper clothing shows this off. Her back is criss-crossed with marks from a whip, some are very very old faint scars, while others are brand new lashes. Her body is fully curved, nice to look at with child bearing hips. Her belly, if bared, show the marks of child, but there is no kin at her hip. Fiona's legs are long, and strong, but her feet are tender. She was not a slave of much manual labor before coming here.
Personality:This woman is a naturally submissive female. Taught and trained by her first and only owner, she knows much. She's quiet and a neutrally calm presence. Her touch is gentle, healing almost. She's smart and quick to pick up new things. Affectionate by nature, despite her missing brood, her mothering instincts are strong.
Unfortunately, a quick end to her easy life has set this sensitive one into turmoil. The lashes are from her now frequent disobedience. She tries to behave, but it is hard to follow the rules when she doesn't know them. Her frustrations grow as her easy trust is locked away and all she was allowed is ripped from her. She is constantly bound and depression for her past is starting to sink in. Any contact is met with feral snarls and attack. She withdraws further into herself to protect herself against further pain.
More recently a man, a human breeder, has stolen her heart and soothed her edges. Retho, though known for being cruel, sets the rules and outlines them clearly, giving her a structure to live by. Following the loss of her lover, their twins quickly became her center, without them, she would surely return to her surly old self.
Wardrobe: Ragged tunic, tied in the back in a corset like fashion until it becomes fabric right over her buttocks. This holds the linen close to her curves and supports her while letting the wounds on her back air and heal. The tunic scoops low to her chest and ends mid thigh.
History: Bought before she could remember, her only owner purchased her mother when she was a babe on her dam's hip. Unknown lineage, she was a pairing by her old master, though to have not taken, she was a surprise the their heirs of her mother's owner, when the pairing was long since forgotten. The buyer didn't mind though, He simply wanted a house slave to train his own way.
As soon a possible, he had his new projected weaned so she would imprint onto him. He wanted complete loyalty and found that to get her young would be his best bet for a loyal, submissive slave. What he didn't account for was her beauty. She was a charmer from a young age, where childhood curls accentuated her round face and deep blue eyes. She was on everyone's good side and made friends easily. However, her greatest affection was reserved for her master.
As she grew into a teen, her hair straightened out along with his figure. The envy of more than a few of his friends, Her master kept her with him. He was young when she was purchased, but had aged along with her. A middle aged black maned lion, his mane was fully black by now. His figure, however, was lean and well kept. Her own black locks amused the lion and they would take turn brushing out each other's night hued hair. It was rare that she had to be punished, that last of which being on her 15th birthday, for getting her dress dirty and ripping her stockings while playing with the other field slaves.
As she aged, her hips widened, giving her a nice handleable curve. It was one of his 'friends' that wouldn't let up on her show and breeding potential. He had a line of studs and showed those he found worthy. He was the type that wouldn't hesitate to cull out his stock for the slightest mistake or deformity. Numerous occasions he'd offer to 'buy the wench' for a decent price and not once did her master think it over. She was his. But that didn't stop the snake from whisking her away after a particularly rowdy dinner party.
He shipped her to his lesser known breeding facility along with a few studs he wanted to breed her with. She could be returned when he had what he wanted. A fighter, with looks striking enough to confuse his opponent. Her doe eyes could do just that. It was a matter of finding the right fighter to pair her with.
His first experiment would be his best fighter, a thick man of 28 to her 27, he made her seem like a child in his arms. Never before had she been taught about reproduction, her master wishing not to deal with such things. Now she was simply 'thrown into the pot', so to speak. Locked in a dark room with the male, who surely fashioned after his owner's personality, it was a shocking and awakening experience. Because of the lack of knowledge of her heat cycle, it was one to be repeated.
She bore child nicely, her body haven been made for it. The child was feisty, often retiring her to her bed, while month after month she lost hope of going home. Birth was scarier than conceiving. The pain was over whelming, like nothing she'd felt before. Her master had taught her how to set broken bones, stitch wounds, heal colds, but he'd never mentioned how to heal when your spine was on fire and you felt as if you were being ripped apart. But she gamely managed, half out of consciousness when her child entered this world. The child was forgiven for her gender, but when her eyes opened to reveal muddy brown irises, she was not allowed to live and the snake 'disposed' of her in front of her bone weary mother.
Fiona slipped into a dark depression, and would attempt to injure any stud entering her room. She wouldn't let this happen again. She even went far enough to stop eating, for nothing tasted good anymore. Snake, unable to risk his studs any longer, shipped the grieving mother away, to a far port out of reach from her master.
Children: [ 1 - deceased ] 2 - Twins born two years ago
Category: Fleet footed, but an unknown breeding past, well muscled and an 'easy-keeper'
Statistics: Untested
Color: purple.
Other:Comes with steel collar with leather backing to protect her skin. It's very expensive, engraved with her name. She was loved at some point. pic.
Roleplaying Example:
The bound female was dragged off the boat and into the sun, pale enough to seem as if she was glowing, had she been clean. The sailors unceremoniously turned the hose onto her, letting the red tinged water run off her until it was clear. Even the water from her tunic was once again clean. Her hair caught the light as it hung in her eyes. A younger sailor, clearly a low ranked pup, raked a comb through her hair, making her presentable. He tightened her soaked, loosened tunic with a few tugs on the lacing. The whole process was down without looking at her face for fear of being drawn into her 'devil' eyes. A thin, braided leather leash was attached to her collar and handed over to a waiting badger.
The badger pulled her down the crowded streets as her eyes gathered everything in. Her steps were halting over the rough cobble stone, stumbling as rocks dug into her feet. She was looking at the ships and booths of this new land, Listening to the people speak, same words, different pronunciation. The sharp smack of the badger's crop on her face caught her off guard and brought involuntary tears to her eyes. Never had anyone hit her face with such force. She stared down at the creature, licking the blood from her lip, earning herself another smack before she stiffened and remembered.
They found a gaze like her offensive here. Her master has used his claw to tilt her head up, her eyes amused him. He had always wondered how a gaze as crystal clear as hers could hide so much. Here, her eyes were witchery. Animals had eyes like hers, not people.
She dropped her gaze to the ground, burying old memories deep as they plodded on. So lost in thought that she stumbled into the badger when he stopped. This earned her another sharp smack, making her spit up the blood flooding her mouth, which the badger sneered in disgust at but didn't punish her for.
He pushed her to her knees on a wooden block, latching cuffs around her ankles and wrists. The chains we rather long and were bolted into the side of the building. A chain was attached to her collar and then the badger left to go talk to another animal, a big cat of some kind, one Fiona didn't have a name for. She looked around as the two spoke. All around her were humans chained much like herself. In an alley behind them were cages, night accommodation. She stole glances as the two men conversed, ending with money exchanging hands and a slave being unshackled. A dealer. Fiona sighed softly, she was now property of a dealer.
The day wore on, many were interested in her, but shied away at her eyes. Many thought that she was perhaps ill, damaged in some way to have eyes like that. Her first day in the dealer's yard ended with her being locked in one of the smaller cages. She was here the least amount of time. At the rate she was going, though, she would have the largest cage soon enough. Not to say it was inhumanely tiny, it was big enough for her to kneel in, but not big enough to stretch out when she slept. Fiona curled into a ball with a soft whimper and rested.
Name: Fiona
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Age:29
Position: Enslaved
Captor's Name: Retho
Residence: Reveerie Homes
Description: Fiona is a bright eyed woman of Irish decent. Holding true to the black Irish stereotype, her hair is dark black and here eyes are a bewitching ice blue. Her features are fine and her face is unmarred by her slavery save for a thin silver ring in her nose. Her hair falls down to mid-back when not in it's usual braid. She's rather fair and her lack of proper clothing shows this off. Her back is criss-crossed with marks from a whip, some are very very old faint scars, while others are brand new lashes. Her body is fully curved, nice to look at with child bearing hips. Her belly, if bared, show the marks of child, but there is no kin at her hip. Fiona's legs are long, and strong, but her feet are tender. She was not a slave of much manual labor before coming here.
Personality:This woman is a naturally submissive female. Taught and trained by her first and only owner, she knows much. She's quiet and a neutrally calm presence. Her touch is gentle, healing almost. She's smart and quick to pick up new things. Affectionate by nature, despite her missing brood, her mothering instincts are strong.
Unfortunately, a quick end to her easy life has set this sensitive one into turmoil. The lashes are from her now frequent disobedience. She tries to behave, but it is hard to follow the rules when she doesn't know them. Her frustrations grow as her easy trust is locked away and all she was allowed is ripped from her. She is constantly bound and depression for her past is starting to sink in. Any contact is met with feral snarls and attack. She withdraws further into herself to protect herself against further pain.
More recently a man, a human breeder, has stolen her heart and soothed her edges. Retho, though known for being cruel, sets the rules and outlines them clearly, giving her a structure to live by. Following the loss of her lover, their twins quickly became her center, without them, she would surely return to her surly old self.
Wardrobe: Ragged tunic, tied in the back in a corset like fashion until it becomes fabric right over her buttocks. This holds the linen close to her curves and supports her while letting the wounds on her back air and heal. The tunic scoops low to her chest and ends mid thigh.
History: Bought before she could remember, her only owner purchased her mother when she was a babe on her dam's hip. Unknown lineage, she was a pairing by her old master, though to have not taken, she was a surprise the their heirs of her mother's owner, when the pairing was long since forgotten. The buyer didn't mind though, He simply wanted a house slave to train his own way.
As soon a possible, he had his new projected weaned so she would imprint onto him. He wanted complete loyalty and found that to get her young would be his best bet for a loyal, submissive slave. What he didn't account for was her beauty. She was a charmer from a young age, where childhood curls accentuated her round face and deep blue eyes. She was on everyone's good side and made friends easily. However, her greatest affection was reserved for her master.
As she grew into a teen, her hair straightened out along with his figure. The envy of more than a few of his friends, Her master kept her with him. He was young when she was purchased, but had aged along with her. A middle aged black maned lion, his mane was fully black by now. His figure, however, was lean and well kept. Her own black locks amused the lion and they would take turn brushing out each other's night hued hair. It was rare that she had to be punished, that last of which being on her 15th birthday, for getting her dress dirty and ripping her stockings while playing with the other field slaves.
As she aged, her hips widened, giving her a nice handleable curve. It was one of his 'friends' that wouldn't let up on her show and breeding potential. He had a line of studs and showed those he found worthy. He was the type that wouldn't hesitate to cull out his stock for the slightest mistake or deformity. Numerous occasions he'd offer to 'buy the wench' for a decent price and not once did her master think it over. She was his. But that didn't stop the snake from whisking her away after a particularly rowdy dinner party.
He shipped her to his lesser known breeding facility along with a few studs he wanted to breed her with. She could be returned when he had what he wanted. A fighter, with looks striking enough to confuse his opponent. Her doe eyes could do just that. It was a matter of finding the right fighter to pair her with.
His first experiment would be his best fighter, a thick man of 28 to her 27, he made her seem like a child in his arms. Never before had she been taught about reproduction, her master wishing not to deal with such things. Now she was simply 'thrown into the pot', so to speak. Locked in a dark room with the male, who surely fashioned after his owner's personality, it was a shocking and awakening experience. Because of the lack of knowledge of her heat cycle, it was one to be repeated.
She bore child nicely, her body haven been made for it. The child was feisty, often retiring her to her bed, while month after month she lost hope of going home. Birth was scarier than conceiving. The pain was over whelming, like nothing she'd felt before. Her master had taught her how to set broken bones, stitch wounds, heal colds, but he'd never mentioned how to heal when your spine was on fire and you felt as if you were being ripped apart. But she gamely managed, half out of consciousness when her child entered this world. The child was forgiven for her gender, but when her eyes opened to reveal muddy brown irises, she was not allowed to live and the snake 'disposed' of her in front of her bone weary mother.
Fiona slipped into a dark depression, and would attempt to injure any stud entering her room. She wouldn't let this happen again. She even went far enough to stop eating, for nothing tasted good anymore. Snake, unable to risk his studs any longer, shipped the grieving mother away, to a far port out of reach from her master.
Children: [ 1 - deceased ] 2 - Twins born two years ago
Category: Fleet footed, but an unknown breeding past, well muscled and an 'easy-keeper'
Statistics: Untested
Color: purple.
Other:Comes with steel collar with leather backing to protect her skin. It's very expensive, engraved with her name. She was loved at some point. pic.
Roleplaying Example:
The bound female was dragged off the boat and into the sun, pale enough to seem as if she was glowing, had she been clean. The sailors unceremoniously turned the hose onto her, letting the red tinged water run off her until it was clear. Even the water from her tunic was once again clean. Her hair caught the light as it hung in her eyes. A younger sailor, clearly a low ranked pup, raked a comb through her hair, making her presentable. He tightened her soaked, loosened tunic with a few tugs on the lacing. The whole process was down without looking at her face for fear of being drawn into her 'devil' eyes. A thin, braided leather leash was attached to her collar and handed over to a waiting badger.
The badger pulled her down the crowded streets as her eyes gathered everything in. Her steps were halting over the rough cobble stone, stumbling as rocks dug into her feet. She was looking at the ships and booths of this new land, Listening to the people speak, same words, different pronunciation. The sharp smack of the badger's crop on her face caught her off guard and brought involuntary tears to her eyes. Never had anyone hit her face with such force. She stared down at the creature, licking the blood from her lip, earning herself another smack before she stiffened and remembered.
They found a gaze like her offensive here. Her master has used his claw to tilt her head up, her eyes amused him. He had always wondered how a gaze as crystal clear as hers could hide so much. Here, her eyes were witchery. Animals had eyes like hers, not people.
She dropped her gaze to the ground, burying old memories deep as they plodded on. So lost in thought that she stumbled into the badger when he stopped. This earned her another sharp smack, making her spit up the blood flooding her mouth, which the badger sneered in disgust at but didn't punish her for.
He pushed her to her knees on a wooden block, latching cuffs around her ankles and wrists. The chains we rather long and were bolted into the side of the building. A chain was attached to her collar and then the badger left to go talk to another animal, a big cat of some kind, one Fiona didn't have a name for. She looked around as the two spoke. All around her were humans chained much like herself. In an alley behind them were cages, night accommodation. She stole glances as the two men conversed, ending with money exchanging hands and a slave being unshackled. A dealer. Fiona sighed softly, she was now property of a dealer.
The day wore on, many were interested in her, but shied away at her eyes. Many thought that she was perhaps ill, damaged in some way to have eyes like that. Her first day in the dealer's yard ended with her being locked in one of the smaller cages. She was here the least amount of time. At the rate she was going, though, she would have the largest cage soon enough. Not to say it was inhumanely tiny, it was big enough for her to kneel in, but not big enough to stretch out when she slept. Fiona curled into a ball with a soft whimper and rested.