Name: Darcie
Age: 21 (234)
Gender: Female
Demon Race: Asag
Master: Lucien Vaughn Saleos
Bio: Darcie is really a full demon. She was once even a lower noble in the demon classes. The only problem was she had been married off so her family could gain more power. The man she married to had a horrible gambling problem. Somehow he kept the dept he owed a secret. For a few years him and Darcie lived together. She was not happy, but it was bearable. The man would come home and beat her at times when he had a bad night. She even became pregnant after a while. The night Darcie found out about his dept, was the same night her life took a turn for the worse. As she was washing dishes, a few demons broke into her home, taking her on the grounds, 'your husband's dept has reached it limit. The exchange is now you.' One of the demons said before they took her. They murdered her unborn child and threw her into the slave market. This is where Darcie has been ever since.
Powers or Abilities: Has the ability to cause sickness upon others.
Personality: Darcie was once a very patient person. Learning to deal with her husband along with the wills of her family forced her to be that way. When Darcie became pregnant, her mood lightened greatly. One of a loving mother and wife took over. After the slave market took her child, Darcie has become a very violent person. Often attacking before even saying hello. So far, almost no one has even tried to get through to talk to her.
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Name: Lucien Vaughn Saleos

Age: Unknown. (He appears to be in his mid-twenties)

Gender: Male

Demon Race: Pure blood Demon of Corruption (Darkness)

Slave: Darcie

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Bio: Born into a privileged family, Lucian has always had power at his disposal (political and physical). The only child of the great Drakon Saleos, who was a powerful military general for many years. The Saleos family kept their blood pure by ways of arranged marriages to other demons of corruption. However, Lucien was not one who liked to be bossed around, and he rejected the wife that had been chosen for him. Though this displeased his parents, there was little they could do, for he was the only heir to their fortune.
Once his father retired, Lucien stepped up as head of the household and he carefully invested his money into stocks, which paid off a great deal. His father and mother passed away recently, leaving him alone in his large home. Not exactly a pleasant person to be around, a few of his servants quit due to his harsh punishments and attitude.

Powers or Abilities: His powers of corruption are self explanatory: he can make anything defective and can warp people's minds into submission to his will. Also, he bend shadows to his will and use them for various things (i.e. weapons).

Personality: Lucian is one of those people who you would have trouble looking in the eyes. He is cruel, wicked, and rarely understanding. Some would say that he was almost ominous. He doesn't let people get too near to him, and often pushes them away. Closed-off would be a good word to describe him. Not many people know of his true, loyal, honest nature. He has his good qualities hidden under his cold-hearted facade. He would never hurt an innocent, and he keeps is word. Lucian is also very pessimistic, seeing more evil in the world than good and always expecting the worst out of a situation. Trust is something he finds hard to do, for there were too many times when his trust was betrayed by others.

Quality's of desired Slave: They must be hard-working and loyal, or else they will have a hard time with him.
Social class: Aristocrat

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Update from the last RP ↓

SPOILERX

Originally Posted by Mistress of Puppets

Lucien’s eyes met with the slaves, and the corners of his lips turned down into a small frown. Most of the slaves looked pathetic. It was probably because of the harsh conditions in here. One would think that it would harden them instead of break them. Though part of him wanted a slave that still had spirit in it so that he could shatter it in his own way, another part just wanted to get a slave and get out. But—that was not going to be the case. There was more to buying a slave than finding the one that looked the best (like he was sure some of the people were doing).

No, they had to be looked over and checked, like if someone was buying a racehorse. Only, slaves were not as good as those horses were. If there was one thing that the lord was certain of, it was that he needed a hard-working slave. He would be able to punish them for whatever mistakes they made, but in order for them to be worth his money they would have to prove their worth.

“Well, are you going to introduce yourself or not?” he asked with a voice that was tinged with ice, chilling the spirits of those nearby. He waited for a moment impatiently. “Whatever. Names are not important in this business. Tell me, what are your skills?”

Originally Posted by BLACKllASH

Darcie listened to the voices outside. She stood up after a while and climbed to her small window. Looking to the outside. It was dark in the alleyway she looked into. Soon though her arms gave out. Hunger being her weakening factor. Darcie landed back on her feet. Creating nothing but a small thud from her bare feet. Darcie heard small voices from the scared slaves near her. Gracefully she went to her door, grasping a bar in each hand. Listening to them describe themselves to the cold man. Darcie wrinkled her nose a bit. The demon inside of her wanting to get out and slap the scared girl around a bit. "mice..." She muttered under her breath. Turning back into her cell.

Originally Posted by Mistress of Puppets

“Interesting.” The high-class demon looked over the girl once more before looking around again. She had stated that she was a hard worker, which was what he wanted, but some slaves just said what they had to in order to get out of the hell that they were in (though, he really needed a slave that could clean…). He would have to keep her in mind, however. It was always best to see all of the options before making an important decision of any sort.

“…mice…”

Hearing a mutter nearby, Lucien’s attention was drawn to another female slave. The slave in question had piercing grey eyes that shone in the shadows of her cell and tattered clothes. From the looks of her, the girl was a decent age, but she was a little scrawny for his tastes. Well, all of the slaves were a little thin. If he bought a slender one, he would have to put some meat on its bones.

With a glint of interest in his sharp eyes, the man cantered over to the spot where she was held. There was a sign beside her door that stated her price, and he found it rather reasonable considering what an average slave would cost, which was quite a pretty penny. Money was not his concern, however, since he was not lacking in finances.

“You…are not like the others caged in this prison. It is fascinating to find another pure-blooded demon amongst all of this filth,” he stated with a slight tilt of his head. Somehow the girl looked familiar to him, but he did not know how. A thoughtful expression came to his angelic features as he thought back. Oh, this is interesting… he thought as he remembered. He had been in a poker game with her husband once, a man who wasted no time in squandering what little he had for the thrill of the chances of earning triple the amount. The man was addicted. He had won a great deal of money from him, but did not take his winnings, for he did not have any need of it. He did not mention this, however, since he had never met the woman in person. There was no need to cause a scene.

Originally Posted by BLACKllASH

Darcie ignored the master at first. She would not bow to his feet and kiss the ground he walked on. No, she would do quiet the opposite with not remorse. Her eyes did find themselves glancing at the male. He was studding her like a hawk would a mouse before getting viciously ripped apart for dinner. The thought entertained her a bit. Though before Darcie could throw in a cold, May I help you?, he spoke. She had gotten his full attention with just one word? Remarkable. How easy this could become. Dacie turned around fully towards the man. Her eyes not changing a bit as he seemed to... compliment? her in a way. She decided to attempt to get rid of him as soon as she could. Masters usually did not like their slaves to be very disobedient. That fact she was a pure demon would have scared buyers away already normally.

Darcie took a deep breath before reciting a very bland line. "Oh golly gee, someone has noticed me. I can cook and clean and all that other stupid shit.." Darcie told him. She had a very cold tone in her voice along with a strong sarcastic touch. Almost mocking the other slaves a bit. She turned away again, unsure of what to do. The man was still watching her. She could feel his eye upon her. "A daring one you are. Most would want a weaker form. Something to kick around and not put up much of a fuss." Darcie finally spoke, still holding anger in her voice.

Originally Posted by Mistress of Puppets

A hint of humor glinted in Lucien’s eyes. The woman in the cage before him, though stripped of her freedom and bound, still had some fire in her. She seemed to be making fun of some of the other slaves, who only wanted to sell themselves so that they could get out. Yet—she did not seem to want to be bought at all. It was like she wanted to stay in there. Perhaps, he thought, she thinks that it was better to be in there than to be owned. There was a flaw in thinking that way, however, as there were some benevolent masters who treated their slaves with such care that it sickened him. Lucien’s stoic expression remained on his face as she spoke.

He shook his head. “I am not one who is looking for something to ‘kick around’. Weaklings do not interest me. I am not here to buy a mindless, feeble person to do my bidding and kiss the ground I stand upon. I am here to find a slave, one which is in decent health and actually has a head on their shoulders.”

Motioning toward the merchant, he told him that he wished to examine the woman in the cage. He was not going to purchase a slave without evaluating their condition! That would be foolish. The man opened her cage and let him in. He started to drag her to her feet, but Lucien shook his head. “I can deal with it from here,” he said in his usual, cold tone.

The man glanced up at him and nodded, muttering something under his breath. Lucien used his powers to form chains of darkness around her body that levered her up slowly from the ground. He examined her like he would if he was looking at an animal. His hands trailed over her arms, making sure that they were not lacking in muscle. Satisfied with that, his right hand gripped her jaw, prying it open so that he could look at her teeth. They didn’t seem to be rotten.

“Hm…you don’t seem to be in bad shape, though you look to have been beaten…many times” He looked at her expression and chuckled. He let go of her jaw, knowing that she might bite him. She was a feisty little thing, full of energy and spirit. He would love breaking her…

“I’ll take this one.”

Originally Posted by BLACKllASH

Darcie grew a bit more interested at his speech. Someone who did want want an average Slave. How rare. The merchant opened her cage and allowed the man in. The merchant walked over to her, though Darcie planned to give him a hard time, the man stopped him. The merchant walked out. Leaving her with the man. He started to mutter something. Darcie watched him carefully, though she was not sure what he was up to. Her hands and feet were suddenly harshly lifted from the ground. They hurt rubbing against her tender flesh, though she stayed strong. He started to examine her. Though not as usual masters would.

He was treating her like an animal. Darcie felt him run his cold fingers down her arm. It sent chills down her spine. Freezing her entire being for those few seconds. Darcie did not know what to make of him just yet. How was one supposed to act when someone was examining you? Snapping out of her trance, she pulled away from him, only to be snapped back by the chains. He came around to her front, a cold exterior stared her down as he reached out, opening her mouth. Darcie pulled away from his touch.

She hissed at him, "You do not touch me as such!" He seemed to ignore her cries though, going on with his examination. Darcie glared at him. Keeping her eyes small and narrow while looking him dead in the eyes. He finally spoke to her, not what she was expecting from him. Mentioning her scars and bruises. Even the ones from today would not be healed up quiet yet. As the man turned, Darcie started to pull on the restraints again. They were very strong, but that did not mean she would just give up. His voice with those words split through the air. Making her stop and stare at him. The merchant came into her cell, taking off the chain around her neck. Putting a slave collar around her neck. It was metal with a chain leach. One that could be held to assure she did not run.

Darcie stopped fighting the restraints all together. Her breath heavy as she tired herself out completely. Even after a second of rest, she would pull again. Never seeming to learn her lesson.

Originally Posted by Mistress of Puppets

The process of purchasing the girl in the cage went much smoother than he had anticipated. Usually, merchants would want to kick the price up, claiming that the slave was worth much more than they actually were. This particular man seemed to want to be rid of her more than anything. Lucien did not blame him. He could see that the girl was trouble. There was a look in her eyes, a certain defiance that shimmered in their dark depths that said she would bow to no man (or woman, for that matter). I wonder how long that look will last while she is under my care? he thought idly as he watched the merchant replace her chains with a slave collar and leash.

Her condition at the moment was not very acceptable. Scars, scrapes, and bruises riddled her body. "We'll have to get you fixed up..." he murmured, mostly to himself. Back at his home, there were several servants who would be more than capable of mending her wounds. He would have them take care of her once they arrived.

Lucien did not see the need in such, since he would be more than capable of bringing her home using his powers alone. Still, he let the man finish his task before looking back at the woman once more. She looked a little stunned. He arched a fine eyebrow slightly before taking the leash from the merchant. The man murmured a brief warning that she was prone to running away, and then he walked briskly out of the cell. He obviously wanted to get away from Lucien just in case he changed his mind.

"Oh? I see nothing wrong with the way I touched you, woman." Humor glinted in his brilliant gold eyes at this statement. The way he had touched her was probably nothing compared to the manner other masters touched their female slaves. At least he hadn't groped her. He shook his head, repelled by the thought. Why on earth would a demon go so low?

Releasing the chains that bound her legs, Lucien had her lowered back to the ground so that she may walk behind him. "Now, we can do this the easy way, where you come willingly back with me, or we can do this the hard way, where I tie you up again and carry you out. Either way, you're coming with me," he stated. His tone was serious, for he had no problem with dragging her out of that place. If she put up too much of a fight, he could always knock her out. That would be a simple task. "What will it be?"

Originally Posted by BLACKllASH

Darcie watched at the two men conversed. The merchant's eyes lit up at the price. Normally haggling would take place. weather up by the merchant, or down by the buyer. She had scene it many times. more often then not, the merchant won. Mostly since the buyer really wanted and needed the slave he chose. Dacie was very surprised to see them speaking very quickly. Settling on her set price. Set price... The thought each time made her angry. That bastard.. she would kill him some day. If he was not already dead for that matter. The man turned back to her after the merchant walked away. The collar hung heavily on her neck. More weight then her usual restraints. It was to insure her body to be slowed down if she were to run. The man muttered something under his breath. Most likely about her wounds. He seemed fixated on the fact she had been beaten. Surprisingly being beaten was not as common as one would think in these places. Most of the other slaves just kept their mouths shut and played loyal. Waiting and waiting. Instead of fighting.

Darcie looked up as he snapped at her. Though a bit late. He said women instead of some of the bad names spoken. Though it still was not very nice. Better than slut or harlot as Darcie heard some of the other buyer's mutter. She was slowly being lowered to the ground. Her wrists and legs were sore and red from the restraints. She rubbed them a bit and listened to his small threat. Either way she would be going with him, and contrary to popular belief, Darcie would never run. She knew her fate on the streets. Or at least it would take much to make her run.

The slave looked away from him, rubbing her wrists. She then looked back up at him. Narrowing her eyes as usual. She could make him puke at any second. Give him a body pain, or even something worse. He had not even asked what she could do to anyone. Though this man... her master did not seem to care. Only wanted to get her home to begin work after getting fixed up.

She drew in a deep breath. "I will go. I wish to leave this place already... master.." Darcie almost cringed at the final word. Her head shook as her eyes went soft for just a second before returning to their usual fierce look. She did stay far from him though. Staying in the same spot for some time. Taking a small step forward, her fists were clenched tight. Turning her knuckles a very pasty white. Though, that did not mean she would still listen and follow him.

Beautiful liquid gold eyes scanned the girl’s features for a long moment. It was apparent that she was pained by something, whether it be the fact that her freedom was practically nonexistent or the fact that she had just been bought; there were other possibilities, but none of which Lucian could think of at that moment. He was a little preoccupied with thoughts of getting his new slave home and fixing her up.

In a sorts, he felt the responsibility of being a master heavily, since the girl now belonged to him. It was a strange feeling, one that Lucian was sure he would overcome as easily as he did any other tedious emotion. He was very wary of an attempt to escape. The little vixen had spirit, and he was not going to take chances with her. Shadowy chains linked to her collar and the other end circled around his pale wrist.

“As you wish,” he said in the manner that his servants made the statement to him: humble with a tinge of melancholy. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. Though he was cold and vindictive, he did have his more humorous side. He was not completely evil, after all. The smile’s lifespan was often not a long one, and soon was extinguished when Lucian realized its appearance.

The two walked out into the rain, which had thinned out considerably since he had entered the market. His sleek black limo awaited them outside, manservant opening the back door for them. Sebastian was a full-fledged demon, and he turned his nose ever so slightly up at the slave girl. She might have been full demon, herself, but she was still a slave, and was thus under him.

“Shall we put her in the trunk?” His suggestion made the aristocrat chuckle deeply with a shake of his head. It was at times like that one could see how relatively young Lucien really was for a demon.

“No,” he stated, “she shall be in the back seat with me. I wouldn’t want her catching cold or dying of suffocation within that closed-in space.” The butler nodded solemnly and stood out of their way. Lucien gestured towards the door for the girl to climb in first. It wasn’t his trying to be polite. He just wanted to sit in his usual spot.

((Holy crap! I posted! :'D ))