Tångłed

[Scottish Girl]

"I can only say that there is not a man living who wishes more sincerely than I do to see a plan adopted for the abolition of slavery."
George Washington 

People said the First World War would be the war that ended all wars, some said the Second World War would end all wars. Not even close. 
A war started between two countries, and slowly more and more countries go involved, slowly it turned into World War III. The death count just kept rising and rising, triple the death count of the Second World War, and it just kept rising. Then there was a large battle, and everyone knew his would be the final one, the battle to decide which country would be the victor.

The whole world fell silent, and everybody was watching he news, waiting for the news. It lasted three days, three days of cold blooded murder, until one side had to admit defeat. The whole world mourned, as Rafael Machazad, an extremely powerful dictator announced his victory. 

Three months later he came back onto the television, and to the shock of he world he made a degree, saying every man woman or child who fought against him must be delivered to him. And so that was what happened. He sent his men into every town, city and village in the world and captured every soldier, bringing them to the dictators land, and locking them up. He then announced to his own country that those people were to be made slaves. At first the people in his country were dubious, but soon they had gotten used to it, and so it goes on.

More information
In this society slaves aren't treated like humans, they are a masters property, and have no rights. The higher ranked your slave was in the army the more popular you will be. Having a slave is like having a Prada bag or channel, it is fashionable and everyone wants one. The common soldiers are navymen, and then it goes to marines, then at the very top is captains and spies. What your slave wears is also very important, after all, you don't want an ugly slave either. Most people put collars on their slaves, just because it makes them look properly like slaves, but it is completely optional. What every slave must have is a tattoo on their left arm, telling their rank. For navymen and others like that it is a heart, for the next higher like marines it is a heart wih wings. With an officer or commander it is a rose, and for a rare person like a spy it is a trail of flowers climbing up their left arm.

Code: Select all

|Form|
[img](put pic here[/img]

||Obvious||

Name|

Age|

Gender|

||In Depth||

Personality|

History|

Family|

Slave or Master|

If Master slave(s)?|

House|

||Appearance||

Hair Colour:|

Eye Colour|

Normal Clothes|

Body marking or peircings|

||Other||

Crush|

Gf/Bf|

Pet(s)|

[Scottish Girl]

|Form|


||Obvious||

Name|
Andrew Jonathon Bell

Age|
19

Gender|
Male

||In Depth||

Personality|
Andrew can be very charming and handsome at times, but that is only at certain times. He is extremely sneaky and mysterious, and does not forgive easily. He lives to have fun,laugh and is a great singer, but hardly had time for it now. In the last month he has not smiled or laughed once. Andrew loves animals and cooking, which he got from his parents. To you he may seem like the perfect boy, but Andrew is extremely clumsy, particularly around women. Never allow him near anything glass, because he will break it.

He is very handsome, but his hair is constantly untidy, and it does not matter what you do to it, it will stay like that. He will be hard working and try his best, you can guarantee that, he will give 100% to whatever he does. Andrew is quick and clever, br osly enough does not cope well under pressure.

History
Andrew came from a rich family, but was not in he least spoilt, he was just used to the finer things in life. He learnt about animals from an early life, and has quite a talent with them. His father was a Brittish dressage rider, who is now retired and breeds horses, which is where Andrew for his love of animals from. His mother is a good chef, not professional however, but she is thinking of writing a cookbook, that is where Andrew learnt to cook. Andrew has a little sister named Laura, and whenever he sees a little girl he always tho is of her.

He is Scottish and you can tell that from his accent, but when he was sixteen he joined the army, even though his father was not at all pleased. Just before his eighteenth birthday he was promoted to spy, and he was havi threat fun when the war broke out. He spent the next year in he opposit country util his country fell and he was captured only a moth ago.

Family|
Laura(8)
Mother(39)
Father(40)

Slave or Master|
Slave



||Appearance||

Hair Colour:|
Blonde

Eye Colour|
Green

Normal Clothes|
T-shirt and combat Trousers

Body marking or peircings|
A tattoo of flowers winding up his arm, identifying him as a slave.

||Other||

Crush|
Nope

Gf/Bf|
Nope

Pet(s)|
Nope

[Ƨαρнιяα Ɯσℓғ]

|Form|


||Obvious||

Name| Saphira Rose Thorn Pierre-Wilson

Age| 19

Gender| Female

||In Depth||

Personality| Saphira is sweet around friends, a little bossy and demanding at times with a very short temper but can be quite kind, she is different around cirtain people

History| She lives in her family home, a rather large one, her parents raised her like any good parents would, well manered and such, her brother was inrolled in the war as a soldier but did not return, her parents died shortly after the war ended and they claimed a family slave, so she inherited it.

Family| Dead

Slave or Master| Master

If Master slave(s)?| Andrew

House| Beautiful isn't it?

||Appearance||

Hair Colour:| Dark brown

Eye Colour| Brown

Normal Clothes| A black t-shirt with a patten of gold sequins, a gold and black skirt to match.



||Other||

Crush|No

Gf/Bf| No

Pet(s)| A rottwiler named Rose

[Scottish Girl]

(Do you want to start or shall I?)

[Ƨαρнιяα Ɯσℓғ]

(You can.)

[Scottish Girl]

(Okay, I guess we can start just before she gets Andrew)

Andrew groaned softly as he lay on his cell on his back. He found it hard to move since the hairs his kicked him hard in the side wih his steel toed boot. He had a cut along his right cheek which was bleeding, and he had only recentl got the extremely large and painful tattoo going from his wrist and winding up to his shoulder. Because of that Andrew found is hard to move his left arm. He groaned, and withe great effort pulled himself up to a sitting position, sitting back with a sigh of releif and eep breaths.

Andrews cell was a small white one, completely bare with nothing in it. The cell door was quite large and thick, so there was no possibility of Andrew getting out. He wore a tight black t-shirt that showed of his muscles and tatto, and a light coloured combat trousers, not his choice of clothes, he was made to wear them. In the far right corner of the room, close to the room was a CCTV camera watching his every move, there truly was no chance of him escaping. Andrew could feel the cold, especially with a t-shirt on. He sighed and slowly lay down again, this time closing his eyes, and after a few minutes falling asleep, hopin he pain will have gone when he wakes up.

[Ƨαρнιяα Ɯσℓғ]

Saphira was watching her parents, fumbling around the room, chatting senselessly about the recent events, Saphira rolled her eyes, not at all interested until the word 'Slave' worked its way in, she turned swiftly, wanting to listen, edgeing forwards on the chair she was sitting in "Oh Darling, only the finest for you of course." she heard her father say before her mother replyed with "Really Dear? but what if it acts out, or has no manners, or even hurts itself to get away, what would we do with it?" Saphira noticed them refer to the slaves as 'it' she didn't understand really, after a while she lost interest "Saphira my lovely, precious little girl, dress in your best, we are going out to pick it up, and you must come as there is no one else in the house to keep an eye on you, especially after last time." Saphira groaned, listening to her fathers words, crossing her arms but sighed "Fine." she murmered, walking upstairs, slipping into a lilac dress.

[Scottish Girl]

The man at the lave shop greeted hem wih open arms as their car pulled up,"Sir, Madame, what a pleasant surprise, and I see you have brought the little miss, how may I serve you," he said with a smile, fondly at Saphira. He laughed wi joy as her father told him what she wanted,"The finest you say, well right this way," he said and led hem into the large building. The moment you got into the building you got into a hallway with cell doors on either side, and they just kept going until they reached a door, which led into a large room, with seven cell doors. He smiled at her,"Now, there is a slave behind each door, by all means go inside and have a look, all the slaves have ankle cuffs on attaching em to the wall. Now each door has a clipboard on it, explaining about the slave inside. Each slave is extremely high ranked," he said and picked up a random clipboard,"We have more information about each slave if you would like to know more, call me when you have chosen," he said with a smile and stepped outside.

The room was warmer and there was a soft carpet beneath their feet, much better then the other rooms, of course that stopped when it came to the cells. None of us cell doors were locked. Each slave could only move a certain amount because of a length of chain attached to their right ankle which restricted their movements. Andrew disn'g care about the chains and w as just fast asleep on the floor in his cell.

[Ƨαρнιяα Ɯσℓғ]

Saphira looked at the man, watching him smile, she gave a slight smile back, the smile the man gave her almost scared her, but soon looked towards her parents, she followed them down the soft carpet watching them mutter things as they went around through the cells, Saphira trailed behind them, listening to what she could of their convosation, muttering the odd word or two directed at Saphira, Saphira just nodded as if she knew what they were talking about, she noticed the young man asleep on the floor and almost laughed, not because she was happy he was in chains but the way he was laying in seemed funny to her, her parents looked at her, noticeing her laugh and followed her gaze to him, she watched them pick up his clip board, reading about him, she kept behind, pratically hidden behind them both, after a few more minutes of going around they called the man who had greated them earlier to tell him their decision.

[Scottish Girl]

The men stepped in and without them even saying a word he already knew,"It is Andrew isn't it," he said with a grin as he stopped at Andrews cell,"Of course it is he said with a laugh as he slipped the clipboard off it's pegs. He fumbled around until he found a few pictured and handed them to Saphira,"That's him:" he said, nodding at the pictures. There were four pictures. One of Andrew by himself, on a beach grinnif at the camera, anothe done of seven people, all dressed in army uniforms. Six of them were gathered behind Andrew who was kneeling in the front, he too in an army outfit, all of them laughing and smiling at the camera. The next one was another one of Andrew, this time he was on a horse, Jumpin over a fence. The next one was possibly the most surprising. It was a picture of Andrew with his father, mother and sister, his arms tightly around his sister. The man smiled softly,"Yeah, that's him:" he said softly and walked into the cell.

The man stepped towards he sleeping boy and with a thwack,kicked him hard in the side. Andrew gronaed and rolled over, and at once you could see the cut across his rich cheek and the tattoo going up his left arm: the man tutted,"Silly boy, I did not give you permission to sleep," he said, but Ansrew disn'g answer as he clambered to his feet/