(Alrighty I believe I covered all the info...Now we just need people! :D)
Plot
Humans, demons and half demons have been around for countless of ages. Civilizations and empires have risen and fallen that have been centered on these beings and even had them as citizens. Most know of course a government or empire cannot be effective without a hierarchy and that is still true even now. Among this ladder of social classes there of course have always been a higher class and lower class, and this one is no different. Like many past social ladders there is also a class below the typical lower class, the class that consists of slaves.
By nature the higher class consists of pure demons, beings that were born with only drops of demon blood in their veins, or pure humans, those whom were born with only drops of human blood that course through their veins. From these pure bloods there was also another lower group that was formed, and that was the half breeds or hybrids. At first they consisted of demonic blood mixed with the elements or even humans at times. It is these beings that consist of both the lower class and the slave class. Some are looked down upon more than others, depending upon what kind of half breed. While most start off in the slave class there are a few that have made it up a little higher in the social class than others, through either purchasing their freedom from their pure blood masters or by being born in an already free family of half breeds.
There are some slaves that have also been known to flee from their masters, as they couldn’t bring themselves to do the purposes the masters had laid out for them, however these slaves are usually found quite quickly as they stand out rather easily. Some masters make them stand out more by placing specific marks upon them that will associate them with a particular family or master.
Naturally because of this the government is run by the higher class and masters of the slaves, with their icon being ‘the Dictator’, which most half breeds have never seen. It is this ‘being’ that devised the laws that deemed half breeds were lower than pure bloods and that most should be slaves as well as disobedient pure bloods that do not follow the rules and laws set forth by the government. Many of the laws passed consist of slavery specifically. Every citizen and slave is expected to know the laws and memorize them from birth. As a refresher in case you have forgotten them they shall be listed below:
Laws (These are not the rules of the roleplay just FYI and these can be broken unlike the real rules)
1.A slave is to obey their master’s every command.
2.A romantic relation between a slave and master is forbidden to prevent even lower degenerate children from being born, and dirtying the demonic blood of the countries even further.
3.Slaves are to be sold every day at designated slave markets.
4.If a slave runs away that slave is to be caught and punished.
5.If you’ve seen a runaway slave you are to report them. Failure to do so will be punishable by having your social class stripped; you shall be beaten and forced into slavery yourself.
6.The Dictator is the word of the nations and their words should be followed.
7.Pay all your taxes.
Naturally the laws are broken and if caught that human or demon has sacrificed their social status and freedom regardless of their blood line. Despite this there are still those that try and undergo the laws that have been set forth. Many of the law breakers are masters and slaves who form a romantic relation with one another, after all love has the ability to conquer something as simple as social class.
Though not all masters and slaves form a romantic relation with one another. After all there are reasons that slaves run away. There is no law that states that a master is required to be kind and considerate towards their slaves nor do any limit the purpose a slave have to fulfill. In fact it is the master’s wish and choice to decide who what the slave will do. Some are used for pleasure, other for work, some for both, and even some are just simply to show that one is of high rank. This inspires many of the masters to follow the laws and slaves desiring to break them.
Now that you’ve seen the laws and know your social ranking what will you do? Are you a master or slave that is willing to disobey The Dictator or are you the opposite and follow the laws down to every word? If you’re a slave will you and your master try to beat the odds and come together under the wings of love or will hate guide your relationship? Will you rebel or accept your fate as a slave? The choice is yours...
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Rules (I apologize for the length but most of these are common sense anyways.)
~. Follow Mene's ToS and rules
~. I have the right to remove you from the roleplay if you break a rule.
~. Please be sure to post something that others can work off of. I can understand writer's block but, putting things such as 'She smiled.' is not acceptable. It is not a sentence and it's extremely hard to work off of.
~. Try to keep things not overly graphic that it would get us or anyone else here in trouble.
~. Please do not post bios here, I can't stress that enough. PM me and your profiles will be posted if accepted.
~. Please at least put in the information in the bio set up that has been posted. If you wish to post more go for it, but please don't leave anything blank in the required fields.
~. Both masters and slaves will be needed, though I don't want something like 2 masters and 50 slaves so try and keep it even. Same with genders and even races to an extent. I don't want 3 halflings, 12 full demons and 2 humans.
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~. Please indicate a difference between OOC and your actual roleplay post
~. No godmodding
~. No power playing. If you ask someone to puppet your character when your gone then that's fine.
~. Rules are liable to change or be added as we see fit.
~. Once you join, you join. Don't post once or send a bio and never post again. It's annoying and forces the story into a standstill.
~. You can create as many characters as you want so long as you can handle them and distinguish between them.
~. Slaves can have up to three masters and masters can have up to five slaves at any given time. Again if one of the characters die, such as one of the slaves or one of the masters, or a master sells a slave you can have someone else replace them. For example if Master X has five slaves, Slave A, Slave B, Slave C, Slave D, and Slave E and let's say Slave C dies they can then get another slave so that they can have five slaves again. They would not have six. Slave C would be dead, end of story, no revives and no more lives it's GAME OVER for that slave.
~. Please if you have two characters and one is a slave and the other is a master do not have your master character be the master of your slave character. This usually isn't that much fun and we want everyone to be involved in this roleplay and there are plenty of people to mix things up enough. If there are a certain type of character that are lacking then ask someone else if they'd be willing to create another character to help.
*Tell me why one of the rules has a different symbol from the others. (Ridiculous things like a banana ate the original and drew the current are perfectly fine and encouraged. Be imaginative with it, the reason doesn't have to be the real reason. )
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In the fair town of Verra is where we lay our scene. It's a town surrounded first by a complete man made water canal that is complimented with a small forest to the south and mountains to the north. Due to the catastrophes from being the site of past battles the soil isn't exactly as fertile as in other regions from years of bloodshed so it's clear to say that the town's crops aren't exactly blooming with riches, but it's enough for people to get by. Houses are made of more primitive materials then those of the past, with many made from stone and a plaster like clay substance that had recently been created in the earth beneath, though those individuals that had managed to be of the privileged classes are able to live in almost exact replicas of what is now considered 'old fashioned' manors.
The streets that were once tarred are now replaced by the cobblestones that people once replaced with tar. Cars no longer exist in the world, with most of the power plants before destroyed and the oil from the ground all but gone, so animal drawn carriages are a rather familiar sight once again. Electricity has also become a rare thing, though there are rumors of those that still have it. For lighting many streets now hold torches that are protected by a glass case with a small hole on the top for air, while homes are usually lit with hand made candles or from fires in fire places.
Out of all things clothing is perhaps the only thing that remained truly modern as people still walk around in things like jeans and t-shirts, at least if their human. Demonic and hybrid clothing usually vary based on what their masters wish to dress them up in, however the slave class all share one similarity: somewhere on their body is either a ring or collar that labels them as a slave.
While humans see mainly the world that is 'top side' the slaves usually get a different sort of view. Most end up in the dungeons beneath the city that are the place of the slave market. Demons and hybrids are usually kept in cages and chains, at least when the demons aren't in their realm so hybrids are a bit more common. Demonic summoning books too are kept in cages for those demons that are in the 'safety' of their own realm so that when summoned they replace the book and are already caged for convenience. Most slave markets are dark, dank and a bit musty with and air of gloom and depression that most buyers try to ignore. The slaves are fed enough so as not to die of starvation and cleaned to look their best so that they'll sell for high prices. Some carry wounds of beatings and abuse, either from the masters or current temporary 'caretakers', while others have learned to simply obey so as to avoid injury as much as possible. Those believed to be 'too dangerous' however are usually 'put down' rather quickly or broken soon enough.
Power: (Humans can have weaker powers like clairvoyance on a low level, but please refrain from elemental powers. Demons and halflings aren't as limited, though lets avoid powers that cause immediate death such as staring at someone and they die instantly. In other words no overly godly powers please.)
Talents: (What sort of skills do you possess? Let's try to keep these unique too. I don't want everyone to be talented in the same things, otherwise what's the fun in that?)
Personality: (This is more of a guideline then something set in stone. Personalities can change just give a general idea rather then anything extravagant.)
Social Class: (Put either master or slave here)
Master(s): (Only applicable for slaves. If you're a master leave this out)
Slave(s): (Only applicable for masters. If you're a slave leave this out)
History: (Try to be as creative as you can here. I don't want to read the same sob story over and over again with being orphaned or constantly abused by every single master, or parents were killed, and ect...The only real exception to this is for demons you'll need to have something somewhere on how you're summoned. Now how you're summoned is to be unique and only share the fact you either have been or need to be summoned.)
Appearance: (Picture or detailed description, though with pictures let's avoid real life pictures.)
Name: Gilbert Nightray (He is also called Raven or Gil for short)
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Race: Raven demon halfling
Power/Abilities: Can summon his black feathered wings for flight as well as hide them. He is also pretty good with guns and can break just about any seal by using the seal on his left hand.
Talents: Cooking, typical house work, yard work, marksmanship, vast knowledge of seals.
Personality: Raven is a mixture of obedience and rebellion all wrapped into one package. He’s not afraid to tell others what he thinks, including his master, about certain things, but he will not openly go out against his master. When asked he will give his honest opinion. When it comes to loyalty he’s exceptionally well and will not tolerate anyone harming or wishing to harm his master. He has a bit of a temper towards certain people, but overall he’s kind. At times he can be rather stubborn and argue, but he usually caves after awhile.
Social Class: Slave
Master(s): None at the moment
History: Gilbert Nightray had been born into servitude towards the Nightray family that he served. It was not unusual in that household for the masters to ‘bestow’ their family name as a last name for their slaves to prove that they were owned by them either initially or they still were. Gilbert, also known as Gil at that time for short, had been raised to be an outstanding yet obedient slave. He was educated well and acted as he was expected to. He was considered perhaps an ideal slave. When asked he was not afraid to speak his mind or use his knowledge to correct his master, but he also never actually went against his master. He was loyal to the old head of the Nightray family. This and his willingness to serve had caused him to be a favorite to his master enough so that he was treated equally if not a bit higher than his master’s own children. Naturally this made the children resent and hate him, though they could do nothing about it but wait.
And that’s just what they did. The children waited until the old head grew old and weary. By the time Gil had turned 15 his master had come down with a natural sickness and soon passed on. The children of the old Nightray household couldn’t be more thrilled and did not waste time in selling Gil to another household. He had been rather fortunate enough to encounter another rather kind master. This one bestowed the nickname of Raven on the youth and taught him to be a gunman. As with his previous master he eventually died of a sickness rather recently. Raven is now 24 and will not permit anyone to know his first name nor call him Gil, at least not until a rather close bond has been established with the person and will simply say his name is Raven until that day comes.
Appearance:
Rosemary KazaneX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gemini
Username: Gemini Name: Rosemary Kazane Age: 18 Gender: Female Race: half Kitsune demon Power: pyrokenesis (ability to summon and control fire) and speed Talents: Rose is an expert of martial arts and swordsmanship- though she doesn't get much chance to use it. Personality: intelligent, strong and rebellious, mistrustful of others and headstrong. Social Class: slave Master(s): none yet History: Rosemary was born to a demon slave who had bought her freedom. Her father, a human of higher class, was caught and punished for harboring a runaway slave. Rose's mother fell on some hard times, and after a long discussion, Rosemary and her mother decided that Rose would be sold as a slave. Her mother doesn't want to do it, but Rose wants her mother to keep her freedom. They figure they'll meet again someday. Rosemary has a baby fox that she found and takes care of. Appearance:
Freesia MorgandyX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Raccoons Should Fly
Username: Raccoons Should Fly
Name: Freesia Morgandy
Age: Nineteen
Gender: Female
Race: Halfling, but the percentage leans towards human.
Power: There are slits in the skin in her back that house 'pixy' wings. They are beautiful things, thin and iridescent. However, they are nonfunctional where flying is concerned: instead, they can release a fragrant dust. The pheromones in this dust increase feelings of attraction, manifesting as lust or protectiveness. Oddly enough, it is also extremely beneficial to plants, particularly those that flower.
Talents: Freesia was aptly named for her talents- she's got a green thumb and a talent for floral arrangement. She's also very adaptive, and observant in general, which helps her ability in some fields.
Personality: An introvert, Freesia is quiet and clever. She's always eccentric, and values the progress of society. Above all things, she's creative, observant and adaptive. Independent, instinctual, curious, private, slow-paced and imaginative all describe her well. A little bit philosophical, if not 'a lot bit' absurdist, Freesia is not always a realistic thinker, and is very paranoid. She's got an iron will, resulting in a long stubborn streak. Freesia is secretive, and though she tries to keep it under watch, she has an extremely jealous side to her personality.
Social Class: Slave, in the market.
Master(s): No master yet.
History: Freesia's childhood was a very good one, for a slave. She moved quite a bit, due to her father's master's high-ranking job in the military. An only child, she grew up working her master's gardens. She had never actually met the master, and mainly kept herself apart from other slaves for fear of mistreatment. However, he took a fall from grace when accused of treason, and she was sold off with the majority of his belongings to the free market. Her father had been ill at the time, making him an unprofitable bet. He was then 'put down'.
Appearance:
Scarlett Aurora AndrewsX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Katie Scarlett Divine
Username: Katie Scarlett Divine
Name: Scarlett Aurora Andrews
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Race: Demon
Power: Dream Leaping - The ability to project into peoples dreams and manipulate them. She can also fly due to black feathered wings that can come out of her back as she please. Then they can recoil and turn into a tattoo on her back at command. http://tattoodesigns.net/ufiles/blogs/images/wing1.jpg
Talents: Dancing and Singing. Shes usually used as a type of entertainment for men. She never wanted to end up like this.. but do to her voice being so mesmerizing, and her dances so passionate that once the slave handlers saw what she could do, she was never used as a worker again.
Personality: A nice girl to people who deserve her kindness. But as a slave she's more of a rebel. She's never afraid to say what she thinks. No matter who the person is, she'll be blunt with them if she has to be. But other then that she's pretty easy to get along with unless you get on her nerves.
Social Class: Slave
Masters: Kyle (Gemini)
History: She was once a rich, beautiful, well taken care of woman. She had been summoned into high society due to an older demon wanting a companion for his young wife. She soon began to call the older demon father. She was one of the most prettiest, well sought out for to marry in the demon society. And she as bound for all the riches the world had to offer! But that all changed when her father bought a handsome slave boy her age named Alexander. After months of their forbidden love her father found out, killed the human named Alexander and once news got around.. Scarlett was sent into slavery. But that was many years ago.
Appearance:
CinderX
Quote:
Originally Posted by The-Black_King
Username: The-Black_King
Name: Cinder has no last name.
Age:21
Gender:male.
Race:Half Fire Demon.
Power:Can summon fire at his finger tips them manipulate it.
Talents: Cinder is a performer he is good when it comes to welding fire then lighting things on fire to help with the permanence.
Personality:Cinder would rather give up his life then see a child killed it is in his nature to be kind to things weaker then him
Social Class:Slave.
Master(s): Cinder is still up for grabs.
History:Cinder was Raised on the road always travailing. conner was a slave but he made the most of it always finding the happy side of things or the golden line on a black road. he was raised to use his powers to entertain not to hurt but when needed to use it as the most deadly weapon. his trainers name was Koran a Fire Demon summoned by a man that was filled with rage he made Koran kill village's across the kingdom but in the end he had his contract filled and he killed that man and then went to a town to learn how to use fire as a tool and not a weapon.
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Nikia AlmariX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Daeman35
Username: Daeman35
Name: Nikia Almari
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Half Shifter demon
Power: Nikia can shifter herself into any form that is required of her. She can also communicate with/hear animals through their minds and put up barriers around her own so no one is able to read hers. Of course hearing allt he thoughts of animals gets quite annoying and can give her a headache, but this does not always happen.
Talents: Nikia is good at spying on others, blending in very well in any environment and her performances in dance, song and instruments is very beautiful. She is skilled with throwing weapons as well making her one of the perfect spies for others.
Personality: Nikia can be a wild child. When she was put into slavery, her masters found her to be a bit.... well wild is the only way to describe how badly she misbehaved. Now however, she does keep a calm demeanor most of the time so as to come up with some sort of plan of attack for later.
Social Class: slave
Master(s): none
History: Nikia's mother was a human who died giving child birth to a demon. In her clan, it was forbidden to mate with a human, but her father had fallen so madly in love with her when he was on an assignment to the human world. He was summoned by her to help with the spying of a group of humans that threatened to torment her family. He did so on her request, but never went back to the demon world where he belong. He remained with her mother until the day she died. On that day, he brought his only daughter of the woman she loved down to his world where he raised her. She was used as a spy, like all shifters were, but her father would have to come and get her from the human world once her job was done. So many shifters had decided to remain in the human world once they had been summoned and formed a clan in the forests, using primitive weapons as a way to defend themselves from outsiders. Her father brought her along to join this clan. She was then used as a spy for the shifting demon clan on the humans so as to make sure they were safe. She was to gain their secrets so that the shifters had the upper hand in any battles they may have faced. Once that job was no longer needed, they sent her on a rogue assignment so as to prove her skill as a spy. Unfortunately, she was not ready to do this assignment alone and was captured. As soon as the humans who captured her found out what she could do, they began their way of making her into an obedient slave. The family that had owned her died shortly after and she was sent to a slave market to be sold.
Appearance:
The tattoo that wraps around her shoulder and neck is a sort of tribal tattoo that shows she is part of the shifter demon clan, only one problem, she is human, so she has an actual human form to start with and change back to whenever she is unconscious or too distracted to keep her mind focused on the form she wants
Masters
Finx SunfaraX
Quote:
Originally Posted by finx15
Username: finx15
Name: Finx Sunfara
Age: 100
Gender: female
Race: pure demon
Power: Can read minds
Talents: She is very skilled at playing the piano
Personality: Feisty,outspoken, and cruel
Social Class: master
Slave(s): none yet
History: She was summoned years ago by a girl who didn't now what she was doing. Unable to keep the barrier protecting her up Finx took the girls body until such a time when she was powerful enough to create her own body that wouldn't gradually die like most human bodies do.
Appearance:
Luka GaliareptX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Raccoons Should Fly
Username: Raccoons Should Fly
Name: Luka Galiarept
Age: Twenty four.
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Power: No 'magical' power- however, his talents concerning engineering and some aspects of alchemy are strong enough to warrant wonder.
Talents: As stated previously, Luka is extremely proficient in engineering and some aspects of alchemy. This makes him one of his generation's master inventors.
Personality: Luca's intelligence rules his personality. He is calculating and apathetic, unhesitant to cause harm as well as highly concentrated to his own gains. While he remains a neutral presence in most cases, his taciturn nature leads some to the false impression that he might be shy. In reality, his views towards most are generally scathing at worst and uncaring at best. However, he is also a very curious individual, and has a way of seeing beauty in all things. One may find a soft spot in his armor through examining his drawings, or discussing architecture with him.
Social Class: Master
Slave(s): None.
History: Luka was raised in a cold, industrial household. They were middle-class economically, causing some scorn from the more well-to-do pure-bloods. However, when his mother found her middle son's talent for engineering, she used it ruthlessly to gain profit for his inventions. The family rose in rank, allowing Luca to grab a high position before shucking his family. He now continues his ascent on the social and economical ladder.
Appearance:
It is notable that he is also very tall, with a wiry build.
Troy Alexander MarquetX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Katie Scarlett Divine
Username: Katie Scarlett Divine
Name: Troy Alexander Marquet
Age: 25 (But actually 125)
Gender: Male
Race: Demon
Power: Age shifting. He has the ability to make others and himself younger or older. But he cannot kill someone by doing this. He is also very strong.
Talents: He's very good at creating things with his intelligence. Due to the fact that he can keep himself from aging, he's very intelligent from all his years.
Personality: He's a very stubborn man that always gets what he wants. No matter who gets hurt. Some say he's this way due to losing his love years ago. and others say it's just because someone crossed him the wrong way.
Social Class: Master
Slave(s): None yet.
History: He was summoned a long time ago to a woman who thought she could control him. And even though she couldn't.. he stuck around because of her beauty. She told him she was a demon and she had stolen his 'heart' in a matter of minutes. They had a one happy year together until he got her pregnant. Thats when he realized she wasn't a demon. Once their son was born it was clear he was a half. So before anyone would realize what he had done.. he deserted her and his little boy. Never to forgive himself. But she died years ago. And from what he knew his son was off in slavery somewhere.
Appearance:
KyleX
Quote:
Originally Posted by Gemini
Username: Gemini
Name: Kyle
Age: 24
Gender: Male, of course. Does my name indicate otherwise?
Race: Falcon Demon
Power: Kyle has the power of shadow manipulation and premonitions.(seeing the future through visions.) He can also see peoples auras.
Talents: Flight and blacksmithing. He can make nearly anything out of metal. He also loves to draw and paint.
Personality: quiet and secretive, sometimes cold and bloodthirsty, has a tendency towards violence but generally gentle.
Social Class: Very high ranking master.
Slaves: None yet
History: Kyle grew up in a wealthy family who had bought their freedom- and more. He was given everything he ever wanted, except simple privacy.he grew up wanting nothing more than to be left alone, and he got his wish when he was sixteen and his parents died in a fire. He inherited everything and now lives his days in peace. He wants a slave because he wants someone to talk to every so often.
Appearance:
*Cuts the golden ribbon* Alrighty I say we've waited long enough for now, let's get things started! :D
Dark, dank and creepy is perhaps the best words to describe the conditions of the dungeon that held the slaves that were to be sold like common property. Within the main area there held many cages with a variety of demons, mostly half, and other creatures that were the 'merchandise'. Within one of these depressing looking cages was the half raven demon, Raven, who was currently sitting on the dirtied floor of a cage. A collar was visible around his neck that was attached to a chain connected to one of the bars of the cage. It wasn't that he was violent, but it was merely a sign to show that he was of the slave class and being sold. His dark feathered wings were wrapped loosely around his body as the air was a bit chilled.
Beside his cage the merchant calmly inspected his cage and condition. "You should sell quite nicely" was a rasped reply and he soon moved on towards other cages. Raven didn't look up at the comment but stared at the same piece of floor that he had been since earlier this morning. He was still a bit shocked to find that he was once more in the slave market. He hadn't expected the death of his last master, after all he had seemed in high spirits the day before his death. Perhaps that was just because he knew that his time had come. 'I never would have imagined myself back in this place...Master why hadn't you told me of just how grave the situation had been? I have now lost both you and Master Nightray...' he thought sadly tightening his wings around him. He was unable to protect his master from death, even though with sickness there wasn't much he really could do. He had treated the sickness with the medicine instructed, but that was merely to slow down the inevitable end. His master though had kindly told him it would make him better so as not to depress Raven. Apparently his master had been sick for a long time without his full knowledge.
The memories of his two past masters flooded his mind, causing his depression to deepen slightly. Deep down he hoped that he wouldn't be with master today, as he wasn't sure he could handle another death of one he tended to bond so closely with. Another sigh escaped his lips as he willed himself to tear his golden gaze away from the spot that had been receiving his visual attention since he awoke that morning. He made small glances around, seeing the despairing looks of others awake in the surrounding cages. The halfling knew that it would only be a matter of time before the potential buyers entered to acquire a new piece of 'property'.
Scarletts emerald eyes fluttered open only to see darkness. She wrapped her black wings around her more for warmth, for they had taken all her clothing except for her black bra and matching panties. They said she would sell faster if she showed off her rather feminine body. She shivered slightly, biting her bottom lip. She had also been forced to keep her wings out to show what she had to offer. Even though they were so cramped in this tiny cage.
Her eyes wandered towards Raven, and she wrapped her hands around the bars. "Nice wings." She said, her emerald eyes lighting up a little at the fact that they both had dark, feathery wings. "So how long have you been down here?" She asked, leaning her back up against the bars and stared at the male across from her. She yearned to talk to someone, so she hoped he wouldn't deny her. She bit her bottom lip, the cold metal chilling her bones. She shook again, frowning at how the air was so damp down here.
Her eyes glanced up to the slave handler that was walking around to inspect all the slaves before the masters would come down and claim who they wanted. It was very degrading, but it was bound to happen sometime. Scarlett prayed that she wouldn't be bought. Not again. It was always so painful for her. All they did was use her and abuse her. Then discard her like trash back here so that she could be sold off again.
((I'll bring Troy in once the other masters start to arrive. Oh and sorry this is kind of short but once I have more to respond to it will get longer ^^))
Freesia cried out softly, not realizing it was in pain until some consciousness had returned to her. Her still sedative-numbed mind floundered for the source, cycling through each new sensation as she found it. There was the bite of unworn leather from the collar on her neck, the questionable slime of the floor and the chill running through her exposed body. Realizing she was scantily clad -a tamarisk-petal bandeau with matching underwear, if she could see rightly enough through the slight haze- led her recovering mind straight to the cause of pain. One of the 'proprietors' had dug his finger into the flap of skin covering her pixy-like wings in a careless attempt to drag them out.
"Mornin', sunshine." Even his words came out filthy. Freesia closed her eyes, willing the lingering effects of the drugs away. They'd tranquilized her over the trip, seeing as it was a further one than usual. The world steadied slowly as her heart beat faster, confirming the bile in her throat.
"Now, take them wings out. We don't want to get gypped." Freesia could find no adequate motivation to disobey, as badly as she wanted to wipe that dirty smirk off the handler's face. She spread her wings slowly, hoping to heaven above that they were not dusting too much. After all, the effects of the dust would hardly help her situation. With that, the handler moved on, leaving her to examine her surroundings. Grey eyes landed on two feathered prisoners, though quickly averted.
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((you know exept for gil I can't see the rest of the profiles.))
Finx sat in her mansion contemplating what to do today. She could go out and buy herself a slave and that would be what she did with a smirk she stood and grabbed her cloak from its hanger and desended from her home. She climbed into the back of the car and let her driver take her were she needed to go. Once there she got out and began to examine the slaves with a slightly tilted head.
Luka stood unobtrusively at the entrance, turning a gilded letter-opener over in his hands. He preferred to survey slaves before attempting purchase, to see how they interacted with each other and their handlers. He'd never bought before, and though this was a well-known establishment, he was prepared for a murkier course of action. Besides, the workers were still hustling around, kicking the misbehaved and tightening the fighting-slaves chains.
Most slaves hadn't noticed his standoffish presence. Their whispered words hit his ears, an onslaught of pain, terror, rage and the smallest shreds of hope. The roar of one fighter-slave in the back, a bullish human with muscles beyond his species, reached particularly far. Far enough to reach the ears of the nearest handler, who reached for his baton.
Luka set down the letter-opener, his gangly figure forcing him to bow more than a man of his status could feel comfortable doing. Instead, his eyes followed the actions of the first master to actually prowl the wares, a female Demon. Perhaps it was time to do so as well. He smoothed his wrinkle-less jacket, strolling down a row at random. This seemed to be the 'flight' section. Luka analyzed each tag as he went, knowing the qualities he would demand of a house-slave but curious as to which purchase would pique his interest most.
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Troys black eyes glanced to the large wooden door that would take him down to the dungeons where all the slaves were kept. He nodded to the guard, waiting for him to open the door. Once the rather large man opened the door, the tall man descended down the dark steps. On the stone walls were torches lighting his path. To others who would see him coming down the stairs, his glow made him look very powerful, and very handsome. Once at the bottom of the large stone steps he glanced to the nearest slave handler. "I'd like to purchase a slave or two." He said, glancing around the dimly lit room.
Troy had dark hair that went just past his ears, with random streaks of white in them. He was tall and slim but built none the less. He wasn't the type of guy you wanted to mess with. Everything about him screamed that he got what he wanted, when he wanted. No ifs, ands, or buts. The male's dark eyes lit up at the raven boy he encountered after the slave handler started to lead him down a hallway with all the slaves. He then shook his head gently. That was not his son. Or at least.. he hoped it wasn't.
Troy never wished to ever see his son ever again. It would be too painful to see him, and be reminded with all the memories of leaving his love and his child behind. But he had to do it. He couldn't of lived his life with a human.. EVER. And she lied to him! He wouldn't of stayed with her if she would've told him she was human. But he had to admit, that had been the best year of his life. He pushed his thoughts away and stared at the lovely girl with dark wings as well. He would've loved to buy her.. but when the handler told him why she was here, as a full demon, he felt disgusted with her. How could a demon girl as pretty as her give everything up for a human boy? Just to be sent here and never see him again? Some people were just so stupid. Troy wandered on to the next cage and let his eyes look into the cage to inspect the person.
The sound of a voice near his cage drew Raven's attention. The occupant in it appeared to be a young woman with the same colored of wings and clearly a slave based mainly on where she was. "Thanks...you too" he quietly returned as he attempted to keep the melancholy that he felt. He shifted his body a bit, loosening his wings more, to get a slightly better view of the female across from him.
His golden eyes lighted upon what he believed to be emerald colored ones, realizing that perhaps conversation would be a good distraction. Suddenly the question of how long he had been here came up. "I just...got here last night...What about you?" he asked back as he quickly tried to avert his mind to focusing on what her answer would be.
The sound of clanking of keys from the slave owner suddenly increased in volume as he made a second passing of their row. A cage further down the row suddenly got a rather loud beating, causing Raven's attention to advert to the sudden noise a bit startled by it. After the feeling of surprised passed from him he once more began returning his attention to the dark winged female across from him, though not before taking in the sight of a handler forcing another slave further down to reveal their wings. From the sound of how the slave was being addressed, he guessed it was another female.
Before his golden gaze came to set on the female he had been speaking to he caught the glimpse and sounds of others entering the slave market. His eyes momentarily passed over those that entered his sight enough for him to see through the dimly lit room. "It appears the potential buyers of the day have arrived" he stated quietly with another sigh. A sudden bang to his cage caused him to jump slightly as a handler muttered something about slaves being quiet unless ordered to, after all a good slave was allegedly seen and not heard, a fact that the raven halfling had a tendency of disagreeing with.
A small glare escaped the male's features though he chose to stay silent for the moment, or at least until the handler was out of earshot. Luckily the half demon didn't really have too long to wait as the handler quickly moved to assist one of the potential masters in finding what it was they want as quickly as possible to encourage them to come back for any future business. He faintly caught a bit of information about the woman across from him, from the inquiry of what he believed was a potential buyer, that she was a full blood rather then a half like himself. "Seems like things might be a bit...difficult...I've realized though I've forgotten my manners dear lady. My name is Raven. If I may be as so bold as to inquire yours?" he asked quietly towards the female, keeping careful watch on the positions of handlers.
"Scarlett." Her full lips said gently. "I've been here for about a week." She said, then smiled for the first time since she arrived here. "Thank you. Though ours aren't much different." She said, but at his other words her smile faded. "Yes, I'm a full demon.." She said, her voice trailing off as she stared at the space between their cages. "I was once so rich that I could've bought everyone down here and still have money left over. But I gave it up for love with a human. Which didn't last long. He was killed." She said, looking back up at him.
"But that was so long ago. At least seventy years ago." She said, glancing at him. "But it was worth the few months of happiness I had." She said, smiling. "At least I knew what it was like to be loved for a short time. Most slaves never get that chance." She said, turning so that the male could see her completely. At his words of buyers being here she froze. "Oh no.." She frowned.
"I really hope that no one has interest in me. I'm always purchased by people I just can't get along with." She said, glancing down to a scar on her stomach from one of her previous masters. She then looked back to Raven. "But if I, or you, get purchased.. It was nice meeting you." She said, her eyes showing that she genuinely meant it. She let her dark bangs fall into her eyes for a moment before brushing them away.
Rosemary stood in her cage, trying to appear proud but coming off shy.she had said goodbye to her mother the night before, when the slaver had come for her.the goodbye had been sad, to say the least, but they both knew it was for the best.of course, Rose was starting to second guess that fact now that she was here.the moment she had arrived, the slaver had stripped her down to her lacy bra and panties, both blood red to attract attention.she wasn't wearing shoes, but then, she never did.her fox ears twitched at every sound and her nine long, graceful tails flowed around her keeping her at least a little warm.the place was dank and cold, and an air of hopelessness hung over everything.one of the inspectors passed by and told her to stand up straight, making her uncomfortable by staring too long at her body.the small fox she was holding shivered in her arms, sensing the near evil of the dungeons."its ok, little one.we'll have a new home soon." She said in a soothing tone, though she didn't feel so sure herself.she noticed when the first buyers started trickling in, and shivered again.the metal collar and chain around her neck didn't allow much movement, but she could see when they passed in front of her.one man she noticed had been standing at the entrance for a while.curious, she tracked his progress across the room carefully, wondering what kind of master he was."stay calm, Todd." She said, dressing her baby fox.she had named him remembering a story her mother had told her once about a fox named Todd making friends with a hunting dog named copper.she had asked around and found that the name Todd meant fox, and so she had named her baby fox Todd.
Potential masters began to filter through the store, causing Freesia to spread her wings out uncertainly. She may be unsure of her situation, but the thought that she might be sold cheaply stung, if artificially. Still, she held her breathe every time a few scales of dust shimmered down from her wings, praying that the effects were at the very least not in full swing. The dust, while encouraging to the growth of flowering plants, had a more potent effect. It could incur feelings of attraction in others, feelings that ranged from simple fondness, to possession, to deep lust. Freesia wondered how her tags described that situation.
The masters varied, from grime to your typical tall, dark and handsome. Freesia sought to see the eyes of each one as they passed, to try and judge the man or woman beneath. Perhaps if she could find a good master... no, better yet, a foolish one. Maybe she could fade into the woodwork again, as she had in her previous home. Maybe she could even escape. She made sure to keep her expression straight, easily lacing it with the fear and apprehension she truly felt.
She lifted a sore wingtip, holding the thin, beetle-like membrane to the torchlight. Always iridescent, it seemed to glow with peculiar color in that ruddy lighting. Like prisms, her wings scattered unnamed shapes in the reflected luminescence. Freesia put her wing down normally, satisfied with it being in healthy condition, despite the rough treatment. Her eyes scanned the growing crowd, landing on two demons examining the wares. They were both intimidating figures- her gaze quickly turned to the matching wings she'd spotted earlier.
"Excuse me," Freesia whispered carefully, mimicking the way black-winged male's eyes could follow the path of the guards she hadn't yet learned, "but... do they clip wings here?" She'd seen the awful glint of shears in the back, and hoped against all hope they weren't meant for anything but torture.
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Luka slowed walking under the pretense of fixing the cuff-link's position on his sleeve, smirking faintly at the old copper-work. Those cuff-links had been one of his first creations back when he hardly knew how to weld, let alone create the many works of engineering wonder he was now responsible for. In fact, any device or even bit of metal he wore or carried had been invented or crafted by him. If making clothing wasn't work for women and servants, Luka would most likely have done that, as well.
He now stood still at the end of two aisles, able to see both the more avian varieties of halflings and one row of the many rows of mammalians. More insectoid and reptilian varieties seemed sprinkled in, being the less common. Luka nearly turned back into the avian row, considering one of the male flyers -Luka was a practical man if nothing less: eye-candy was not on his agenda- when he felt someone's gaze following him. His eyebrow rose with his interest, his curiosity piqued.
It seemed to come from the mammalian side, in one of the typically vulpine sections of the row. Perhaps it was the coyote-demonling, a lean and shaggy adolescent who reeked of sweat and cockiness. Either him, or the fox-girl with the white hair who seemed to grasp some furry bundle so tightly. Luka stood examining them both, sensing one of those wolfish handlers coming up behind him to no doubt entertain him with the selling points of those possible purchases.
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Troy smirked as he noticed a few of the slave girls staring at him in awe. He yawned at the sight of these girls, and his eyes once again fell on the boy. He bit his lip. He could use the help around the house.. but then he looked towards the many women at the end of the room. But he noticed the only girl that he had his eyes for was being looked at by a group of men due to her wings. Once again he was drawn to the male."What can you do?" He asked, his voice low and velvety.
He wasn't about to buy someone who was useless to him. So far he was stuck between buying this male or the pixie girl. He would only buy one slave today for he didn't like others that much, and three was a crowd to him. He ran his hand through his dark hair, glancing around at all the cages. He eyed the girl in the cage next to him with similar wings. Another reason he wouldn't buy her is because she looked to much like his old girlfriend. And he sensed that this girl would be trouble.
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In her efforts to communicate with the others, Freesia had disregarded the flow of customers around her cage. It seemed to be rare that the buyers would care about the slaves talking amongst themselves, as long as they seemed to be paying attention and following orders. Naturally, she hadn't noticed the couple of men who'd stopped near her cage. Luckily, they stood down the aisle from those she had attempted to contact, and thus neither heard the attempt or blocked her chances of possible future conversation.
Instead, someone else did- a tall, imposing figure. Freesia thought she might have seen him glance in her direction as well as the boy he was now questioning as to his ability, but she was unsure. Instead, her attention was momentarily snatched by the spiel of the handlers on her account, and by one of the men's foolish attempts to grab her wing through the bar.
He seemed much younger than the rest of the buyers, hardly even a man- and he certainly didn't act like one. Freesia thought he might be the spoilt son of the other. In any case, she was forced to move her wings out of his reach, lest he might damage them or rip the scales off into an amount of dust she couldn't control. Still, he smells of tamarisk and calendula rose, expelled by the little trail of shimmer left by her movements.
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Raven bowed his head slightly, mainly due to the limited space of the cage, as he heard her name. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance then" he replied, attempting a smile despite the current situation. Quietly he listened to Scarlett's story on how it was she ended up here in the slave market. "A saddened tale indeed. It's not easy losing those that are close to us no matter the time frame, I'm sorry to hear about your loss" he said as he expressed his condolences to her.
His expression turned to slight pity, though not with the intent of insult, as she explained some why she hoped she wouldn't be bought that day. "It was indeed a pleasure to meet you Madam Scarlett. I'm sure that even if one or both of us are bought this day our paths shall cross again. And I shall hope that if you are indeed bought that your master be much kinder then those you've suffered at the hands of so far" he stated, his tone expressing his words to be genuine.
The call of another voice drew his attention momentarily. It came from the direction that he had previously spotted, where he believed another female slave resided. The lighting had increased somewhat as the buyers filed in so he was able to make out the shape of the other a bit better then he had in the dimmer darkness of before. A frown slightly crossed his face as the question of clipping wings came forth, causing him to momentarily inspect his own black feathered wings. As far as he could tell all feathers were accounted for, not that he really kept much track of them, nor did any appear to be cut. "As far as I can tell no, however I can't say that I can be completely certain" he called in a slightly louder tone, though still keeping careful watch of the slave handlers positions.
Before he could attempt to continue a conversation with the other female, or try to confirm whether Scarlett held any other answer, potential buyers, mainly males, began to form around the female's cage. Before long he heard too a voice at his cage. Turning his golden colored gaze towards the direction of the voice, though careful to avoid eye contact with the owner of the voice, he came to realize that the one questioning was not only male, but was indeed questioning the raven halfing. "Anything the master desires of me. I am able to do both domestic house work as well as general labor. A more common purpose that I've encountered lately is usually a form of body guard position based on my abilities as a gunman. A less common purpose has been unlocking various seals, be they mystical or otherwise" came his somewhat forcefully rehearsed response. He wasn't new to the slave market, although he wasn't entirely common to it either, however he was aware of what it was the handlers expected and at the moment going along with it was the best chance of survival until freed of the dungeon-like market.
Through the side of his adverted gaze he could vaguely see a handler attempting to sell off some creatures in a row or so behind his own. From his position he couldn't entirely hear the conversation but he believed the merchant to be attempting to sell some sort of canine type creature. Despite his slight curiosity however he refrained from either moving head or eyes, and instead kept them firmly set in front and towards the floor in front of his cage where the potential male buyer that had spoke to him was.
Scarlett smiled a melancholy smile. "It happened long ago, but thank you for your kindness." She said, then nodded. "I do hope we meet again. Maybe next time you see me i'll be wearing clothes." She said, giving a light laugh to try and lighten the mood. At the others girls question she quickly inspected her wings. "I don't think they do that.. they haven't touched mine yet." She said, about to add more to her conversation with Raven.. but then saw that he was being addressed by a Master.
The master had glared in her direction, making the girl gulp. There was something about the way his eyes stared at her. She looked down at the bottom of her cage, not lifting her gaze from the ground. Her dark hair fell into her face to shield herself away from the masters. She knew that once they found out she was a full demon, all she would receive is scornful glances and mumbles of how stupid she was.
Troy nodded, glancing to the males wings. "And you'd be willing to run errands and never try to run?" He asked, his dark eyes piercing into the males skin. He figured he would need work around his mansion done. It was now over three hundred years old, and slowly everything seemed to be crumbling. He then glanced to the floor, how could he buy someone that made him think of his own son lost forever and possibly dead because of Troys sins. The male stared down at the raven halfling once again.
He would keep his options open. If no one else was interested in the Raven male, he would surely buy him. But if someone showed interest he would find another slave to fill his shoes.
Raven's gaze never rose as the next question was directed at him by the potential buyer. Of course he knew for some his wings could prove an issue, after all he knew that for most it would be hard to trust a slave to not run initially. "As long as the Master wishes for me to remain I shall. If I fail to comply with this I realize my wings, legs and life are up for penalty. I'm rather favorable of all three so I have no intentions of running or flying away" the half demon calmly answered with yet another automatic response.
He thought he heard a noise coming from Scarlett's direction and risked giving a quick glance in her direction without raising his head. Her hair had fallen into her face so he couldn't quite see her expression, but he figured that something had occurred within the last few moments that he hadn't quite caught. He wished he could say something to try and either lift her spirits a bit or at least continue the conversation they had previously been having, however he knew that doing so now with a buyer in front of him would be rather ill advised.
The sound of sloshing footsteps approaching his cages area didn't surprise him and he knew already that the steps belonged to one of the slave handlers so he didn't feel the need to bother looking. "Interested in making a purchase sir? That raven halfling is a relatively good buy if I do say so myself. He's in excellent condition and rather obedient. He's one of the few that haven't put up a fuss since being here" the booming male's voice inquired with a smirk and gleam in his eye. If there was one thing that the slaver loved it was making a sell. After all a sell means less mouths to feed and more money they could keep for themselves.
Troys black eyes seemed to smile as he saw the girl lower her head, as if he had struck her. Which if she were his slave, he would've. He blinked a few times when the handler came up to him. "It depends. How much is this halfling? I refuse to pay more than I need too.." He said, looking down at the boy as if he was only worth the same equivalence as a beer.
He smirked slightly and kneeled down. "Thank you for promising not to run. So now it's my turn to make a promise.." He said, glancing to Scarlett. "If I buy you, your never to see any of your fellow slaves again. Unless they appear at my home with their masters for a festivity." He said, his voice threatening. "I don't like my slaves to have friends. Especially ones of the opposite sex. I refuse to have any little ones running around my fine house. So your partner, and child would be sold immediately. Understood?" He said, smirking. He stood up, waiting on the Raven's answer. "If you choose to say no then I will leave you here for some other master to take." He said, crossing his arms.
