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Old 10-14-2011, 06:29 AM

A Stab at Love
Reverse-Harem RP

(Everything belongs to Afanassii)



THE PLOT
A reverse-harem rp where a single woman, the daughter of a Sultan, owns and rules over a harem of men in a lush palace. The setting in a fantasy-Arabia type of place, where it's out in the desert, in the beautiful (and fictional/fantasy) Arabian city of Arabata, but only fantasized a little to allow non-human characters. All races are allowed, as are regular humans.

THE HAREM OWNER
The Harem Owner is Esmeralda, daughter of the Sultan of Arabasta. She lives in a large palace in the great city of Arabasta with her rather abundant harem of men to surround her. She pulls a lot of weight in the city, and holds some power in her country.

As far as the men go, Esmeralda 'owns' all of the men by contract, meaning mainly that she purchased them from somewhere, although some could offer themselves willingly. She could have purchased a slave from a friend, or perhaps saved a criminal that was about to be executed by buying him off, and now he owes a debt to her. Anything, really.

Some men love her and like to compete for her attention, while others loath her and wish to see her dead. But no matter how they feel about her, they are not free until she either sets them free, or their contract is nullified by her death or the men somehow paying their debt.

THE HAREM PALACE
A huge, Arabian-style palace. There are more rooms than one can count, and it goes up at least seven stories as it towers over the entire city. The palace is furnished with many fancy Arabian-style assets. Gold and silver can be found everywhere, and fancy pillows and cushions are abundant for comfort, as well as netted curtains of all eccentric colors. The windows are usually big and open, letting in a lot of air in the palace. There are also rooms like a pool room where there is a hole in the ceiling where rain falls and makes a pool. Or a dungeon room below ground, where the more disciplinary acts take place.

There are also slave quarters on one of the higher floors. The more trusted the slave, like the guards, the better the rooms are. Esmeralda allows her men to personalize their rooms and keep personal items, but she can also take them away on a whim, and make her men's lives a living hell by even evicting them from their room altogether. Although it may seem like they own a few things, in reality, they own nothing.

Socially, Esmeralda and the palace are well known all around the city and even the country. People occasionally come to Esmeralda requesting a 'good time', in which Esmeralda might or might not indulge.

BRANDING
The harem owner brands all of her men with a special symbol on their forearms showing her ownership of them. This way, no uniforms are necessary to see what she owns. Everyone can keep what clothes they have, though Esmeralda will also donate her own clothing if she sees something needs improvement to her own liking.

POWER RESTRAINTS
Esmeralda forces those of her men with special powers, whatever their race, to wear special devices that weakens them and disables them from using such powers and abilities. They can be in the form of collars, bracelets, or other such accessories. Though they require a key to open, of which only Esmeralda owns and knows where it is.

HAREM CATEGORIES
Guards – The most trusted of her men. Consist of things like personal bodyguards and guards that watch the palace entrance or gates. They are usually rewarded handsomely for their efforts.
Servants – Do the menial things such as cooking and cleaning and general mindless tasks that come up on a whim. They aren't paid as much attention to, but still play a vital role in the Harem.
Puppets – She uses them as toys, mostly for personal entertainment. Although none of the men are free from this, the puppets get it the worst.

The men are free to interact with each other and roam about the palace when Esmeralda does not require or summon them for something. But once summoned, they are no longer on their own time.

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Old 10-14-2011, 06:33 AM

The Rules


- Try to spell/use grammar correctly to the best of your ability.
- No one-liners. Try your best to think up some decent content.
- Try to be as active as possible. Tell us if you go on vacation, have exam week, etc...
- Only men can be the guards, servants, puppets, and the general 'harem' of Esmeralda.
- If you want to be a women, you'll have to play a role outside of the harem.
- Be nice to your fellow rpers and have fun!

* Might think up more later. If you have something to add, tell me!

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Old 10-16-2011, 05:19 AM

The Character Skeleton

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[B]Username:[/B]
[B]Character's name:[/B]
[B]Sex and Gender:[/B] (lists both to allow for any variation)
[B]Age:[/B]
[B]Race:[/B]
[B]Abilities:[/B] (Both cultivated talents and natural powers and how the harem owner would have achieved control over them if applicable)
[B]Role:[/B] (whether you're in the harem or outside of it and if you have a specific job)
[B]Personality:[/B] (Including likes/dislikes and pet peeves)
[B]Appearance:[/B] (physical description and pictures)
[B]Biography:[/B] (History, how did you come to be a part of this, etc...)
Send the filled out profile to this thread for approval --> http://www.menewsha.com/forum/commun...s-welcome.html

I will post it up if it is approved by Afanassii.

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Old 10-16-2011, 05:22 AM

The Character Profiles


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Character's name: Esmeralda Ja'fair, Princess of Arabasta
Sex and Gender: Female
Age: 28
Race: Human
Abilities: Only her sharp tongue and manipulative mind.
Role: Harem Owner
Personality: A powerful, high-standing woman who demands absolute respect and loyalty. She seems to hold a secret grudge against men, and although loves to have her personal ways with them for her own pleasure, also enjoys humiliating them to no end. She is very playful, though in a somewhat sadistic way, and loves a good 'game' when it comes to playing with her men. What she loves is complete obedience, and utterly loathes defiance, though to her, 'breaking' a man is also a fun and entertaining event in itself. She'll take criticism or scorn up-front and gracefully, but behind the scenes, she can be malicious and won't stop at anything in order to get revenge or put herself back on top. Not a good person to cross. Also, she has a very soft spot for emeralds, diamonds, and other such gems and jewelry.
Appearance: Stands tall and bold, though with the typical curvy feminine contours and ample bosom. Long, slightly curly blond hair. Lightly tanned skin. Olive green eyes. Always wearing some kind of expensive jewelry and clothing.

Biography: Esmeralda is the daughter of the Sultan, and has a pretty high pedestal in the city. She owns her own palace in which she's formed her own harem of men to surround herself with for her own pleasure. She's run it ever since she was 22 years old, the men coming and going. She has one good friend she also connects with, and is the only real friend she trusts, though she also at times interacts with others women in the city, mostly on business terms.
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Character's name: Seraphina Isolde Melusine
Sex and Gender: Female
Age: 27
Race: Water Nymph
Abilities: Has the ability to control water, and through training she has found different uses for this; such as using it in combat as well as healing skills. She can also be called a seer, her ability to see visions in the water as well as her accuracy in her tarot card and palm reading.Aside from her powers, she is a very musical soul, singing and dancing is part of her nature. She often provides the entertainment for any parties that Esmeralda hosts.
Role: The Harem owner’s right hand woman, she makes sure to do all the little details to keep her happy. She helps maintain the harem itself, most of the servants report to her about the status of the whole harem.
Personality: Kind-hearted and mothering nature is what people would tell you about her straight of the bat. This is due to the fact that her mother had died after the birth of her third sister, she was eight at the time but she took on the role of mother quite nicely. Being of the upper classes, she is very prim and proper, her father often calls her a model daughter for society; very knowledgeable and knows how to act in society. Very easy to talk to and is always willing to do good for the people around her; she is very protective of Esmeralda and would put her in her number one priority list with her family. Yet she does have a dark-side, she has a quick tongue and can be very manipulative, this in a way was from her connection with Esmeralda. She enjoys the twisted-ness of life and often thinks of how the world is corrupt and how she needs to work around said corruption.
Appearance:

Hair color//length//style: Light Sea Blue//Touches Her Bottom//Wavy
Eye color: Cerulean Blue
Height: 5’3”
Body type:Hour-glass figure
Clothing: Always wears blues, silvers or whites. Flowing gowns that show tend to show a little more skin the normal, think belly dancer type clothing.
Biography: Seraphina’s father was one of the most trust advisors to the Sultan, and her father being a water nymph in the dessert he was a rarity to the nation and was like a gem on the Sultan’s crown. Her father had the ability to create water from thin air, and ensure that if rain were needed it was there in seconds. Seraphina spent most of her days accompanying her father at his work place in the Sultan’s palace, he gave her the job of entertaining the young princess. When the two meet she remembers that Esmeralda had tested her to see if she was a worthy playmate, picking at her education, her views of the world, her values and many more. Answering all questions to the princess liking, the two became inseparable. Now she is proud to say that she is the right hand woman to Esmeralda, and she lives up to that name quite beautifully, sometimes even striving to go beyond Esmeralda’s expectations.
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Username: Afanassii
Character's name: Afanassii Abez'iana
Sex and Gender: intersexed male (completely biologically male in human terms but he has racial traits that mark him as an intersexed male Sek. - spinnerets)
Sexuality: He is a typical spider male and is not attracted to the subservient females around him, as that is the station of males back at his home. It would take a strong female indeed, one who did things just the way he liked, to pique his interest for long..... This is not to say that Afanassii is only attracted to women. He does not limit himself for sexual encounters and he is an extremely flirtatious person.
Age: Appears in his young 20's
Race: Sekassiret (a spider-like humanoid race from another world. You can see more about them here: http://www.menewsha.com/forum/commun...post1768482989 )
Abilities: His learned talents lie in music (he plays several instruments) and in tayloring (he can produce a silk of his own and has learned to sew and embroider) His race affords him the following natural abilities:
* a certain amount of extra sensory perception due to his multi-pupiled eyes
* narcotic/hallucinogenic venom
* spin silk from his spinnerets at his wrists

His race also gives him the following weaknesses:
* severe weakness to direct sunlight (burns him and blinds him easier than others)
* he must consume blood at least twice a month.

Role: owned and branded harem boy... and not liking it
Personality: Nassii speaks with a thick russian-like accent and is eloquent, generous, curteous, curious and... a bit of a flirt. He loves romance and keeping good company. He can be a bit forward but always remains within the confines of gentlemanly behavior when in worthy company. His insatiable curiosity for new and unusual things will often cause him to "stalk" a new and unusual person to fulfill his curiosity about them.
However, he lacks the ability to have romantic love. The matrons of his family keep the rule that all males must partake in ritual cleansing and are to be fed a certain drug. Nassii has made himself a favored male in the Abez'iana estate and so has the ability to travel. To which end he wears a small vial of the substance which is secreted into his skin at a regular rate. This drug also makes the males infertile, so there is no risk of unwanted pregnancy.
He knows of love through reading classic literature and, in a way, he is a hopeless romantic himself. He wants more than anything to be able to have those feelings for himself, but friendship and familial bonds are the only forms of love he is accustomed to.
Annoyaces/hates:
Whiney, helpless women.
Men who expect women to wait on them hand and foot, or otherwise treat women with great disrespect.
Men without manners.
The sun.... of course!
Men of great athority.
Anyone who kills a spider without good reason.
Anyone who disrespects their mothers.
Appearance: Nassii is tall and thin with very feminine features. He is the epitome of 'bishonen' and has often been mistaken for a female because of his face and exceptionally long hair. Nassii tends to dress in an ecclectic mix of clothing that ranges from the styles from all the places he has visited in his world travels - most of these he has created himself. His hair is red - except for his bangs which are naturally white. He has emotive blue eyes with quite long lashes...
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(Credit to the artist: last two are of CatCat's character Malice on deviantart. I am working on having a few commissions done.)
Biography: Afanassii was raised in the Abez'iana household and learned many things before coming of age and being forced (as is customary) out of his family home. Of course his family still holds reunions once a year and he sees many of the members of his clan often, and is friends with a few. He needs only to keep his distance from the clan's matriarch - his grandmother - if he wants to keep his life and liberty, which is ironic as she was the one who had granted it to him. There are many formalities and protocols in the family etiquette.

The 'Kirill' part of his name is only a formal title, similar to the words or honorifics of: 'lord,' 'master' or 'sama.' Most people are not aware of his home world or of his noble heritage but he would rather it stay that way. While his family is aristocratic, they are generally only regarded as so in their home country (in their home world, of course) as the Seks are not usually regarded kindly.

The oldest Abez'iana boy has been having the time of his life for many years - traveling from world to world and time to time. He had begun to believe himself quite invincible until his blasted curiosity had gotten the better of him. After coming into the world that our story takes place in, he made the mistake of becoming curious of the Lady Esmeralda. Something about her force of personality left him enamored (to the best of his ability) and he made his move to court her.

The joke was soon on him, though, as she had her own devious plots and found a way to keep him trapped in her palace with a magical restraint. Now, helpless, he's at her mercy until he can find a way to retrieve his transportation device and leave this world!

Extra info: His native tongue from his world is so very similar to Russian (IRL) that if anyone knew it they would be able to understand at least 80% of what he said. In his travels, he has become quite the linguist and has picked up at least a basic understanding of more than 12 languages. His accent is always present, but thickest when he is upset, excited or thrown off guard in some way.

The sun is his weakness. He has an alergy of sorts - it harms his eyes and severely burns his skin. (He would get a sunburn in at least 5X as quickly as it would take the usual person to get one) He must use some form of shade so he generally carries an umbrella or a parasol with him at all times.

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Old 10-16-2011, 06:18 AM

RP IS NOW OPEN

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Old 10-16-2011, 06:19 AM

It was a hot day in Arabasta as the servant men waved the large, pink and purple feathers about the palace to fan the large building out. It was mid-day with the sun at the peak of the sky, shining over the large Arabian city.

Esmeralda had just risen from her mid-day nap, and was sitting at her vanity in her personal sleeping quarters. With her long, olive-green gown on, she fidgeted with her hair some while trying to pick out what jewelry to wear for the rest of the day. Red... that seemed a good color. Bold and powerful. But green... That matched her eyes and brought attention. She let out a sigh. "Where's Seraphina when you need her most?" She let out to herself.

There were two men in the room with her; servant men who wove one large purple and pink feather each to fan the room out from the hot day. But of course, they didn't dare answer her indirect question. Finally, she turned to them, looking to one specifically. "Well? Don't just stand there. Go find her!" She ordered before giving a rather roguish smile. "The Samraat's daughter will be here in two days. If I'm going to re-instill the upmost order amongst my men, I'm going to have to look the part."

The man no sooner scrambled out, the other man having taken his feather and continued his work fanning, only now using two feathers to the best of his ability; no easy task. But Esmeralda paid no mind, only turning back to the mirror and continuing to size up what was best for her appearance, letting out a humored giggle as she did so.

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Old 10-16-2011, 06:46 AM

Seraphina had been walking the halls of the harem, a notebook in hand and stopping to check the status of each room. Nothing had changed since last she checked it, but still she had to make double sure of that. She turned a corner to Esmeralda's hall when she saw the guard burst through the door, slipping slightly before running towards her direction. She knew what had this man all frazzled, Esmeralda, Seraphina needed to teach that woman to not scare the servants so much; it wasnt good for their hearts. Upon seeing her he opened his mouth to say something, but she simple raised her hand to tell him she already knew, she flashed him a smile and patted him on the shoulder. Walking right into the room, writing down her last line in her notebook she looked into Esmeralda's eyes through the mirror."Calm yourself Esmeralda I am here, you should know me by now, I can sense when you need me." She teases her best friends as she walks over to stand right behind her, as she looked into Esmeralda's eyes she could note her frustation.

The Samraat's daughter was to be here very soon and she knew it was taking a slight toll on her friend, but her friend shouldn't have to be worried. Seraphina had just finished the last of the preperations and had the daughter's visiting arragnment. But knowing Esmeralda, she liked to have everything perfect, done to the last detail, and she knew how to make sure that happened.
"What is the matter Esmeralda? You seem a bit tense, everything is in order for the Samraat's daughter's visit. I just finished talking to our kitchen staff about the feast, and they ensured me that everything will be delicious. But something else is bothering you I presume?" Her gentle hands rested upon Esmeralda's shoulders, as she leaned in to look right into the mirror to make eye contact with her friend. "And dont try to lie to me Esme, you know I can tell when your lying."

Seraphina said her nickname for Esmeralda in a whisper, she knew how she didnt want the men to see her softer side, so she tended to use the nickname in private. However it was a way to get her best friend to relax, and by the look on Esmeralda's face it seemed to be working. With a smile on her face she shook Esmeralda's shoulders lightly to get her to speak what was on her mind.

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Old 10-16-2011, 07:14 AM

Afanassii was in his room, tinkering. While he was essentially a prisoner here, he had to begrudgingly admit that the rooms left nothing to be desired. He had a separate changing area and an enormous bed and when he was lucky, he could sneak a glance at the fantastic view from... whatever story he was on.

It had been only a short time since Esmeralda had gotten her clutches on him and he wasn't quite sure what she had planned to do with him. Most of the past few days, Nassii found himself sitting about his room, searching for anything he could use to attempt to reconstruct his transportation device. He had tried to keep it a secret project and was currently wracking his brain over what he could say it was if ever the melon-sized contraption was found in its hiding spot in the wardrobe....

There was some commotion out in the hallway and he momentarily raised his fair chin and looked in the direction of the ornately carved door. So rarely had he received any attention so far that he was beginning to believe he was forgotten.
"Suits me..." He said, exhaling as he turned back to his work.

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Old 10-21-2011, 07:26 AM

Today would be a good day, Naya'Il decided. The ’oasis’ he sat in were shining in the sun and he didn’t know, if it was something everyone of his race felt or merely him, but he loved the sun. Especially feeling the sun’s rays caress his figure. Feeling how his body got warmed more and more up. Maybe it was, he pondered and turned his face upwards, so more of it was exosed to the sun. Maybe it was something, that had to do with him being an Elim. That would make the whole ’weaker-in-the-dark’ thing make sense. He straigthened his upperbody up, since it had fallen more and more down, because of the weight of his wings, and rose.

The ’oasis’ as he called it, was merely a small ’garden’ inside the harem – not that long from his ’home’. It wasn’t as spacious as the rest, but probably the smallest, and no one seemed to come there. Or…. if they did come, then it was not on the same time as him. The sun’s rays reached it in the morning and it held itself warm until the afternoon, where he could gradually be cooled down. Something he rarely needed, but it had become a little ’ritual’ of his before he went back to his room and did some chores, before going to bed.

He yawned slightly and grabbed his spear, that had been placed next to him, leaning on a tree, before he looked down at it. It had become a habit to take it with him, since he had learned to use it well, while fighting in the air, but it wasn’t neccesary to bring it with him, while he walked around in the harem – it usually just got in the way.
He weighted it in his hand, before sighing. ”I ought to put you away.” Naya mumbled – somewhat uncertain, before he nodded and walked briskly back to his room.

When he got there, he opened his door – he left it open, since he couldn’t see the idea of locking it, especially since he didn’t have any ’shiny valuables’. His room was very spartanic and somewhat bare, even though he been living in the room for the past six months. The only thing that gave away someone lived there, was the bed. All the other things were put away in certain places, so he could find them, when he needed them.
He put his spear away and locked it in, before going out of the room and closing the door behind him. He then turned left and drifted down the corridor. Sometimes being a guard was a little boring, since you, most of the time, just needed to patrol the harem.

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Old 10-25-2011, 04:20 AM

Out of sheer boredom and rather morbid curiosity, Afanassii decided to leave his room for the time being. He could go no further with his device with what he currently had on hand and he was bored.

He sighed as she quietly shut the door behind him - carefull not to pinch any of his floor-length red hair within it. The Lady Esmeralda afforded her toys more freedoms than some others might, and while he usually kept out of site so as to keep out of her mind, he was restless.

Out the hall.... down to the right... and he found himself face to face with a strange man he had never met. Not only had he never seen this man before - but he had never in all his travels come across the likes of him.

Nassii outright stared, mouth agape as he reached out to touch the angellic man's white hair to compare it with his own white bangs. He was always a curious gentleman and, for some strange reason, he was overcome with the urge to find out who's hair was lighter...

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Old 10-25-2011, 08:34 AM

His eyes slowly opened after what seemed like for ever. The last thing he remembered was laughter, though it had not been his own. Groaning quietly, he forced himself to sit up, glancing around the room and wincing slightly at the gouges made in the walls and floor, the sheets of his bed shredded. Sighing, he slowly stood up, stretching and stepping through the 'disaster zone' to pick up a relatively tidy, untorn shirt, his trousers having stayed intact during his black out. Shrugging firs tthe shirt, then his long jacket on, the demon shivered before carefully, silently stepping out of his room.

Isildoro knew he had probably been thrown into the room during the rage, after all, the 'wonderful' Lady Esmeralda wouldn't have wanted her precious palace to be wrecked by a senseless demon. With a final grimace, he began to walk silently down the corridor, his hands slowly twisting pieces of delicate metal between them. Usually he wouldn't have to touch the small contraption and it would be twisting and taking shape on its own, but with the shackles and collar, he hadn't been able to do that for some time.

It was still too bright outside for him to leave the shade of the building. Isildoro paused to squint slightly out of the window before shaking his head, definately too bright. That only left him a couple of options. He could go to Esmeralda, to see if there was something she required of him. Then again, the demon despised his mistress so he couldn't do that. Grimacing, he ducked his head, strands of the dark green hair falling over his face and eyes as he began to make his way down the corridor, silent in his movements. Only when he turned a corner did he freeze, looking up sharply and staring at the two men ahead of him. Generally, Isildoro didn't have have much contact with the other members of the harem. Of course, he was quite civil and polite to them, kinder to the younger ones, respectful to the elder members, but he tended to avoid them if he could. Quietly he watched the two, raising an eyebrow as one seemed to reach out and touch the other's hair, frowning a little and not moving.

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Old 10-25-2011, 02:43 PM

Opening and closening his wings had become one of his small habits, while he explored/patrolled the harem. Because of the small size inside, he rarely had out his second pair of wings and the itch was beginning to get annoying again. It had been quite pleasant for a while, but the days had gone since his last great flying trip. Just letting them out wasn’t going to ease up the tension, they had built up.

A door opened to the left somewhere infront of him and he paused. It was probably only a servant or one from the harem, but he could not forget, why he was here. His ’important’ mission you could call it.

The footsteps were heading his way, and he noticed he stood just before a corner. Taking a step back to avoid any kind of collision. The speed, in which the feets were placed on the ground, gave away, that it was not a person with some hurried suicide mission to complete.

He pulled his wings closer to his body, as they began to fold themselves out, whenever he was deep in thought. The man turned the corner and Naya’s eyes quickly scanned him and found him to be no possible threath – at the moment.

When Naya’s eyes returned to the face of the man, he noted two things: a) the man was staring at him, b) it’s quite uncomfortable to be stared at. He took himself in nearly taking a step back, and coughed somewhat awkwardly.

”He-llo?” He said with a wondering pause, before his eyes caught the man’s hand reaching out towards him, not detecting any ill intentions, he just stood still, before he felt like someone was watching him and turned his head to look behind him.

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Old 10-29-2011, 06:38 AM

Afanassii rubbed the end of one of the other man's long locks between his fingers and compared it with his own. While Nassii's white hair was due to a lack of pigmentation in even the skin underneath his bang area, this man's hair seemed diamond-white. Almost as if it was silvery or had a glow to it - this man's hair was healthy and alive... but he looked so strange.

The Sekassiret smiled while he looked up at the face of his new acquantance and he let both of their hair fall back into place gently.


"Salutations..." He said with a pronounced Sekkan drawl - not bothering to care too much about appearances.

It was then that he noticed a subtle movement out of the corner of his eye and he jerked his head in the direction of the stairs down the hall. There was another stranger standing there as well. Of course, the fact that both of them were male did not fail to enter his mind, though he was not certain as to whether either of them were in the predicament he was.


"привет - Hello... Who's acquaintance do I have the pleasure of making?" He looked back and forth between the two, hoping that a little conversation might brighten his day.

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Old 10-29-2011, 09:03 AM

Isildoro remained very still when the white haired man turned to look at him, acting like a cornered animal, waiting to see the reaction of its hunter before moving. However, the voice of the other man with the strange accent made the demon shift his gaze subtley towards him. Raising an eyebrow, he paused a moment before slowly taking a few steps towards the two men, stopping once more a little away from them.

Tilting his head curiously to the side, he paused before smiling very faintly. "I am Isildoro, a demon and an unfortunate member of the harem" He answered slowly, a slight, musical accent to his words. After a little while, he'd learnt to smother his own accent when around humans, they often didn't understand it when he spoke thickly with it, and he didn't appreciate the questioning nature of humans who constantly wanted to know where he was from. "And who might you be?" The demon asked after a moment, remembering manners.

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Old 10-29-2011, 07:01 PM

The Sekassiret male closed his eyes and breathed in as Isildoro spoke, acting very much like he was taking in the scent of flowers in full bloom. Isildoro's melodious lilt pleased him to the core, as music was the language of Afanassii's soul. His family were once court perfomers back in the days of Sekkan slavery on Vidania and after his race achieved freedom and formed their own lands, the Abez'ianas became nobility, but were always in love with music.

What's more, the elves back home spoke with in a musical manner, so in a way this Demon reminded Nassii of them. It made him miss home all the more and his face soured for a moment while his thoughts lingered on his unpleasant current confinement.


"My condolences..." He began, lifting his gaze back in his new aquaintance's direction. "It seems you and I have something in common, then..." His eyes shifted in the direction of the man who had a celestial appearance, who had yet to be forthcoming about what he was doing in Esmeralda's palace. He didn't want to admit too much without knowing either of them more so he settled on only adding the briefest of introductions. "I am Afanassii Abez'iana..." While normally he would have swept into a low bow at his own introduction, his pride was insulted by his situation and so he gave only a stiff, slight bow of his head.

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#16
Old 10-30-2011, 03:36 PM

The man behind him didn’t seem to be a threat, so Naya turned his head was facing towards the one closest to him, that currently was rubbing some of his hair, before he gently turned and stepped a tiny step back, so that he could keep a better eye on the both of them without having to turn his head. A conversation could very easily become awkward – not to mention the crick in his neck, he probably would get if it were a longer lasting talk.

When the one, whom he learned was called Isildoro, presented himself, he took note in his race. It caused him to chuckle a little – in a thoughtful way – because, what were the odds? His father had told him of great battles his kind had fought with demons, but until know he had yet to see one. And it was a little funny, Naya found, that the first demon he were to meet, just had to be enslaved in a way, while Naya himself were free to do, well, pretty much everything, as long as he did his job.

Or… well, that was not really the truth. In the eyes of the men inhabitating the harem, he probably was very free. But even though he was ’raised’ over them, he could still not just walk away. Not with the oath hanging over his head. His kind could not go back on their word, so even though it wasn’t him, that swore the oath, it still applied to him.

He came back to reality and found the one, who was not the demon, had begun to talk. He listened a little thoughtfully, and nodded, when he heard the he was also a member of the harem. He really hoped him, being a guard wouldn’t make this encounter uncomfortable. He knew some of the harem members wasn’t fond of them – some had downright tried to attack him, but due to them having a power restraint on them was nearly no match for him.

”Well, I guess it’s my turn?” He chuckled a little, before smiling. ”I’m Naya’Il.” He paused, looking thoughtfully on them both, trying to decide how he should introduce himself. He ended up shaking his head and smiling to them both again. Then he added quite hurriedly, being used to his father impatient tapping, a ’It’s a pleasure to meet you’.

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#17
Old 10-31-2011, 04:01 AM

"Likewise..." Afanassii responded, bowing a bit lower than before. Perhaps it was merely his paranoia from his predicament, but he took note of the white-haired man's omission of his purpose in the palace and he lingered his eyes on him a bit more, hoping to give the impression that he was expecting the man to say more.

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#18
Old 11-04-2011, 08:58 AM

Isildoro glanced sideways to the man he’s spoken to, watching his reaction to his own words. Raising an eyebrow slightly, the demon watched the reaction, finding it both slightly amusing and very interesting observing how he seemed to be enjoying his voice. Letting out a very soft, barely audible chuckle before he quickly bowed his head, glancing up through his hair as he listened to the man’s answer.

“It’s appreciated, to know one is not alone in this situation” He murmured lowly, nodding very slightly to show he had heard and would remember the other’s name. Finally, he lifted his gaze to stare at the other man with the celestial like hair. Wrinkling his nose slightly, his eyes narrowed a little as he finally recognised what exactly he was meant to be. Wonderful, just wonderful, he had to be one of the creatures his own kind fought against for centuries. Shaking his head slightly, Isildoro lowered his gaze again. The fact that... Naya’Il, hadn’t said or implied what rank he was in this harem, clearly suggested that he was of higher rank than himself or Afanassii. “You need not keep secrets from us Naya’Il, what is your duty in this harem?” He questioned, voice betraying his slight dislike of the other by being far too sweet for it to be truthful. Normally the demon didn't take such a quick disliking to most people, but this time seemed to be an exception.

 


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