*Špread Ŷour Ŵings*

[Scottish Girl]

There was a war, a terrible terrible war that later many years. Thousands of people died, it was so bad that historians swore to each other that they would never tell the world what happened, they would keep it hidden in the folds of history... The war lasted many years, but suddenly, it ended. The queen of one of the kingdoms was murdered in the night by the opposing kingdom, and the king was furious shot his wife. There was one final battle, and one kingdom won. Yet, in that battle there was very little casualties. The king had ordered his men not to kill, but to capture of wound. And once the battle was one the whole army was captured and taken to the kingdom. The kit then sent all of them, every soldier down to the dungeons where they have been locked away for months. The king is slowly selling them across his kingdom as slaves, making himself very rich. Now less then a hundred soldiers are left, the highest ranking soldiers from the army are left in the duneons, and the king has promised his daughter she may have her pick of any slave she wishes.

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[Scottish Girl]

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Andrew Bell

|Age|
Twenty One

|Gender|
Male

|Personality|
Andrew is a sweet and caring guy, and loves to have fun. He is fun to be around, and very handsome. Andrew is hard working, and of you ask him to do something he will most likely not let you down, and tries his hardest in whatever he does. Andrew is also very sarcastic, and his tongue usually runs away wih him withot him noticing.

Andrew is very honest and is a terrible lier. He is also very very strong, since he was a marine once, a couple of years ago.

|History|
Andrew is Scottish, and you can tell instantly from his accent. His father was a high ranking soldier before him do his family is quite rib. His mother was also a famous chef, so Andrew is okay at cooking, but not brilliant. At eighteen he became a marine, and stayed a marine for two years. Not long after his twentieth birthday his father died, and Andrew was asked to take his fathers position as general, which he at once accepted. He as sin the post for just under a year.

|Description|
Andrew has long-ish curly blonde hair, that, no matter how log you brush it, will never become tidy. He has extremely white teeth and a lot of freckles covering his face, with dazzling green eyes. He usuall wears a deep green t-shirt and combat trousers, where you can see his tattoo easily.

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Slave

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Andrew has a tattoo winding up his left arm, right from his wrist to his shoulder. It is actually quite pretty, and is a line twisting up his arm with flowers blooming out of it.

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Little Sister Laura(8)
Mother(42)

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Nope

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Nope

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Nope

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Nope.

[. εғғч .]

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Isabelle Marie Foret
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Twenty
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Female
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Isabelle is an outgoing person, but she isn't really allowed to express herself considering she has the most aggressive and angry father anyone could have. She loves to be free, and loves to joke around, but she has no one in her life that will strip her from her invisible chains long enough to let her show them the real her.
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Isabelle was born twenty years ago -- before the war had started -- and lived a peaceful life with her loving and caring father. As soon as the war broke out, her whole world had turned upside down. It spiraled out of control, her father had lost all grasp on reality. The murder of her mother had pushed both her father and her off the edge. It was a depressing point in her life, but rather on grieving very long, they both had to do what was right and continued guiding the kingdom so it stayed in line.
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Isabelle's hair is curly, the scheme of the colors ranges from a sweet honey blonde to a dark brown. She has a fairly tan skin tone, as well as pearl colored full lips. Her eyes are a grey-blue, which is only common with blondes, where as Isabelle is a natural brunette.
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Master
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None
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This
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King Foret (Father)
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None
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None
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None
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[Scottish Girl]

Bump

[. εғғч .]

{I'm working on my form now, it might not be done till around 8-9 PM central USA time due to the fact that I have a school concert I have to preform in later on.}}

[Scottish Girl]

(okay)

[. εғғч .]

{{ La De Da All finished. }}

[Scottish Girl]

(Love the house, let's start)

Andrew sat back in the large rolls Royce that was driving down the road, sitting next to his master. Andrew glanced at him, but he had his headphones in and was ignoring Andrew. He sighed and lent agains the window, looking out at the hills and trees, I sort of reminded him of home. Suddenly something caught his eye, as a large house loomed onthe distance and Andrew sat up in surprise. His master d not much older then him, about thirty, but acted like a spoilt brat...because he was. He was a billionaire and got whatever he wanted. He was wearing an expensive new suit, that he had just got today, he normally only wore suits a few times before getting a new one. Andrew was wearing, by his masters orders, a dark green, short sleeved t-shirt and combat trousers. Andrew wasn't to happy about it, but he really couldn't do anything about it. With the short sleeved t-shirt you could easily see his muscles and his tattoo, a rose one Andrew had gotten many years ago.

The Rolls Royce pulled up and his master took his earphones out, but did not click the doors opened which he always kept locked. He lent over towards Andrew and whispered,"Do anything and I will not hesitate to kill you," he said and slipped out. Andrew swallowed, knowing he wasn't joking and stepped out of the car as well. Andrew had no idea why he had taken Andrew with him; probably to show him off. Andrew was high ranked in the army, but a complete trouble maker, and it was a risk to let him go anywhere. Andrew was strong and handsome, and even though his master was handsome, he was nothing compared to Andrew.

[. εғғч .]

Isabelle followed her father slowly, curiosity filling her mind. The king has told her earlier that she was gonna get her 20th birthday present. His expression was happy and full of interest, but what is so exciting about a stupid old regular dungeon? The stone walls were damp for some reason as Isabelle ran her small hand against the rocky surface. The only sound loud enough to hear was her fathers -- as well as her own -- foot steps. Suddenly they came across a trap door. "Here we are." King Foret exclaimed giddily and he lifted the door. "Pick which one you like." Below her, was a bunch of men, looking up at her with worried eyes.

[Scottish Girl]

Andrew groaned softly as he was pushed into a cell in the dungeon, rather annoyed. He kicked his foot against the bars of the cell, and at once a guard came over, slashing the whip against the cell bars,"Shut up," he said angrily, but Andrew continued again and again. The guard snapped and unlocked the door, pulling Andrew out by his t-shirt angrily.