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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby yfish » Tue Oct 29, 2013 2:17 pm

Sorry I have not posted. I can only get on at night.







Kori
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I smiled brightly as she spoke. I may be able to get some information from her.What do you think of this place and do you know of anyone that really needs to get out?I tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ear slowly trying not to make any sudden movements that may scare her. I looked the girl over taking in any information available to myself. She was dressed fairly well and had glasses so she must have someone in her life that cared for her once. Strange. I thought they took personal artifacts away. Though the first levelers were treated much more humanely. Deciding I needed to not appear suspicious to this girl, I looked back to her golden eyes.





Willa
☁Waking up☁Auction House☁
☁Telekinesis☁15☁♀☁Single☁?☁


I grew more anxious as the halls filled with the clamoring of masters. I turned my head to look down half of the hall. A bobby pin was in the dust on the floor. Practice. I stared at the pin intently, not allowing myself to become distracted. My golden eyes seemed to glow slightly as my energy started to be sapped up from moving the pin. I bit my lip, wishing I could lift up my hand. That seemed to make it easier, though the guards would notice that subtle movement and would now what I was up to. I watched the pin move slightly and begin to roll and slide across the dirt and concrete block floor. After a minute I had only moved it a foot and I was low on energy. I would be moved lower down soon. Maybe I would die here. That would be nice. To die soon and not have my body eaten away by hunger and cold. Most died that way and I was likely to follow them.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby daices. » Tue Oct 29, 2013 2:51 pm

Excalibur~~~
Excalibur slowly walked through the halls, not finding any servants/maids/butlers that really caught her eye. That is, until she saw the phantom pin. Ever the perceptive one, Excalibur paused, ignoring the cajoling of the servant seller, and traced the bobby pin back to a frail and sickly young girl who's eyes glowed with a dull sheen. She would certainly need some practice. Sliding over almost silently, despite the fact that she was wearing boots and stepping on moldy concrete, Excalibur scrutinized the girl in front of her. Excalibur paused for another moment, before motioning at the girl. "Your name, please." Excalibur said in a soft but commanding voice. Despite her pale skin and seemingly frail stature, there was no doubt that Excalibur was a master as she stood over Willa, seeming intimidating without really wanting to.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby yfish » Tue Oct 29, 2013 3:02 pm

OOC







Kori
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╬Ice╬16╬♀╬Single╬Straight╬


I smiled brightly as she spoke. I may be able to get some information from her.What do you think of this place and do you know of anyone that really needs to get out?I tucked a strand of my black hair behind my ear slowly trying not to make any sudden movements that may scare her. I looked the girl over taking in any information available to myself. She was dressed fairly well and had glasses so she must have someone in her life that cared for her once. Strange. I thought they took personal artifacts away. Though the first levelers were treated much more humanely. Deciding I needed to not appear suspicious to this girl, I looked back to her golden eyes.





Willa
☁Waking up☁Auction House☁
☁Telekinesis☁15☁♀☁Single☁?☁


I scrambled to the back of my 'enclosure', pushing backwards with my hands and feet. I my breaths were short and in gasps. I tried to think for a second about what the pale and tall creature had said. She had said something about a name, but she was a vampire. Could I trust her?I opened my mouth slightly letting cold air fill my lungs. Telekinetic 941, at your service, ma'am.I dipped my head politely and slowly lifted it back up. My teeth chattered in cold and fear as I tried to keep my eyes on my possible new master. This was the only time I had ever wished to not be chosen as one to be taken home. I had heard of many rumors about vampires. The girl standing in front of me was obviously one.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby daices. » Tue Oct 29, 2013 3:08 pm

Excalibur~~~
Excalibur nodded slowly, still raking over Willa with that unsettling, ice blue gaze of hers. "I... See." Excalibur stated, crouching down so she was about the same height as Willa, and seemed a slight bit less intimidating. "A telekinetic. How... Interesting." Excalibur kept her stoic expression, then beckoned forward with one hand, a wry half grin pulling her lips into a tiny smirk. "You are afraid. Of me." Excalibur continued, eyeing the girl, who was shaking like a leaf, fear practically radiating off her in waves. "Tell me. What do others say of us vampires?" Excalibur said, using the same soft but commanding tone she had used earlier when asking for Willa's name.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby f o x. » Wed Oct 30, 2013 12:39 am

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Will smiles from under his hood as she speaks, she had a sweet voice a bit like Alice but not quite as girly as hers. "Lily... lily hey? That's a nice name, it suites you nicely." he says softly as he watches her, he follows her gaze to the guards and workers. Will rubs the back of his neck before looking back at her "I know, but I would much rather you told me. So how long have you lived here?" he asks her as he puts his black hood back down, he thought that it would be better for her to see his face then just his hands and cloths. He then makes a small hand jester to one of the guards as he strolls by and the man blinks before realizing what the sign meant. Will gave the girl a wide smile- forgetting to hide his canines, as the guard approaches he glances at Lily and nods happily before placing the keys in the lock and glancing at Will "Sure y' want 'iss one?" he asks in a strong accent and Will nods before turning to the snowy haired girl "Is that okay?" he always liked to ask before agreeing to thinks and so he asked her.

















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Florere hadn't slept at all that night, what with her last master bringing her back to the house, the words of the boss still filled her with dread and fear 'last chance, one last chance to get a master tomorrow or you know where your going!' the words hovered over her like a storm cloud and had caused her to be the victim of nightmares. Most of her dreams involved her returning to her home land to find the group of slave traders who had killed her farther and imprisoned her mother there to finish the job, others took a darker turn where she went to the one place she heated most, her first masters house... She clutched at the red marker pen (that one of the guards had dropped) like a child holding a soft toy, her skinny hands and arms shook as foot steps echoed past, the masters were here. She didn't dare look up, nor move, nor breath so was so scared how could she get a master now? It was very unlikely that someone would want her out of all the beautiful slaves that were imprisoned here, her fingers curled their way around the pen lip prying it from it's resting space before dropping it on the ground, she quickly aloud her hand to move with the pen across the ground of the cell and as she the red ink formed a drawing of a small red animal; a fox, the picture wasn't amazing but it was pretty good for something drawn in ink.

Her ears twitch and she sits bolt upright as she hears a mescalin voice from behind her, she leaps around to see who had spoken, hopefully not a guard or a worker. Luckily for her it wasn't, it turned out to be a master, a couple or so years older judging by his appearance. She listens to his, ears flicking back and forth as she does her bright bushy red tail was now curled around her and slightly prickly. Flora gazes at her knees "Have you come to make fun of me too?" she manages to whisper for she was concerned that he may try to pelt her with small rocks or maybe jock about her ears and tail. She sat there in silence for a while debating whether or not to answer him in the end her lips move on their own "Florere... It isn't much, but it's all I have..." she mutters as she lifts her eyes from the flaw and to her acquaintances face, he had long dark almost treacle coloured hair and kind looking green eyes that caused Florere to loosen up just a bit and relax more.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby Soul Of Space » Wed Oct 30, 2013 7:30 am

๔เєгк кคยŦŦ๓คภ

D, Kauff wrote:24 ; ♂ ; Master ; Sybil ; Pansexual
Location: At the Auction House
Feeling: Tired
Accompanied by: Saoirse


      Dierk, who briefly glanced down at a large blue-gray animal at his side -- it was Spook, of course, but he hadn't noticed her before now -- although he wasn't particularly worried about the feline. His gaze flickered over the barred areas, the people inside, silently considering each person as he walked. He could feel that his skin was covered in goosebumps, from the cold of the area that he stood in. The sybil's gaze snapped to an angel at the end of the hall when he heard a single, clear thought, Why is he here? The thought had startled him out of his consideration of the other servants, and caused him to come to an abrupt halt and rub lightly at one of his temples.

      Once the sharp pain in his head subsided for the most part, he moved forward again, this time stopping in front of the angel boy's area, dropping down to a crouch. In response to his lower perch, the large feline leaped up onto his shoulders, lounging across the back of his neck. "Hallo," he said, switching his typical English greeting for one in German. His golden eyes were bright with amusement, although his lips were in a careful sort of almost-frown. His gaze shifted from the boy in the area, lifting to one guard who was obviously displeased with where he was working, and he queried, with a slight German accent, "His information?" Although the guard, briefly, tried to convince him to consider one of the other slaves, Kauff refused to budge with his query. And, seeing, that Dierk would not change his mind, began to recite the angel's information.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby Morningstar0808 » Wed Oct 30, 2013 8:15 am

LILY MOON
~ Female
~ 16 Years Old
~ White Fox Neko
~ Single
~ Sitting in the auction house
Lily blushed and smiled when he said her name was nice, he certainly seemed kind enough. When he asked her a question, she nervously bit her lip, usually the workers lied to try and sell the slaves for higher prices. She wasn’t sure what to say, should she say the truth or should she make up a lie? She smiled shyly and spoke in a soft voice “I’ve been here for as long as I can remember… I remember being taken from my family when I was young by two vampires but apart from that I remember nothing else… Some slave traders found me and took me in, I ended up here and I’ve been here ever since…” She looked down at herself she was sixteen and when that had happened she was very young, great, now she had made it sound like nobody had wanted her. Now that master would probably think that she was useless, after all, why else would she have spent so long here?

Looking up again, Lily noticed that he had taken down his hood, she carefully studied his face, he was only young, probably only a few years older than her. She smiled but suddenly when she noticed his wide grin, two long sharp looking canines glinted from within his mouth. She froze, no, no, not a vampire. He seemed so nice… He couldn’t be a vampire. She studied him, red eyes and deadly sharp fangs… Yep, he was definitely a vampire. Why did this have to happen? Someone was finally being nice to her and they ended up being a vampire. Vampires had a bad reputation; other slaves had often told her that vampires only ever brought slaves to drink their blood. She had heard that vampires needed a fresh and constant blood supply and that’s what slaves were for. She shuddered slightly at the thought.

She sighed ad looked at her feet; it was either going with this master or spending even longer here in the terrible conditions of the auction house. To be honest, after living inside the auction house for so long, she was getting used to the terrible conditions; after all, she couldn’t remember any better standard of life. She looked back up at the master, he seemed kind and his words were soft, maybe he was a nice vampire. Thoughts of the night that she was kidnapped flashed through her head, vampires had taken her from her home and they were the reason that she was living this life. She closed her eyes; maybe if she hadn’t been taken from her family, she could be living a worse life. A life worse than slavery? If only that was possible. She looked back up at the vampire, she gulped, she wanted to see the outside world, she wanted to go out, she wanted to explore, she didn’t want to stay in the auction house for the rest of her life. She nodded “Yes, that’s fine, I-I um would love to be your slave!” she said with a small nervous smile.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Open|Form Posti

Postby Serenity. » Wed Oct 30, 2013 9:57 am

||Music is my life|| wrote:
Cinder Anne Lindon

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"Alone in my life of pain and fear,
I hope some day, I'll get out of here,
Please, I beg of you to save me from this hell,
Come and free me from my prison cell.
Enslaved and treated like a beast,
Can't be free, can't talk, can't feast.
Please come save me from this hell,
unlock for me my prison cell.

-Cinder Anne Lindon



H E L L O.



Hey there, my name is Cinder Anne Lindon. Preferably known as Cinder, and if you're really close to me maybe the name Anne. I got my first name from my ashy gray eyes. Or cinder eyes, if you think that sounds any better. My middle name was my mother's first name, she was a great women named Anne Lindon. Okay, we're getting off topic. I was born in the year 1996, on January 10th. Meaning my actual age is 15 years of age. Yes its young, making it worse I am a slave. A slave, yes you heard me right, I am a Demon or what some people call a fallen angel, so the vampires and other aggressive creatures have control over me and my kind. Also of other fragile and delicate creatures including nekos and angels. Her 'power' is that she is able to hide all emotion from her face making it completely impossible to read her thoughts or feelings. She takes the advantage to not let others see her suffer or see her in pain, she hates ridicule and humiliation.







T H I S IS M E.



Cinder is a really short almost human looking girl. She has large black wings that she usually keeps wrapped around her either because its instinct or because she is cold or scared. She has long black hair which reaches her waist approximately. It often falls into her face making her blow it away and run her fingers through it. She has super pale skin and ash grey eyes that show rarely any emotion. They always seem to be glaring at someone. She is about only five foot and weighs 115 pounds making her under weight and really weak.







T H E I N S I D E.



Cinder is really secretive, she can be the nicest person you meet. That is, until you say the wrong thing. She will snap and can get aggressive. She will bit your head off for maybe just one word you might of said. She rarely likes to speak and is anti-social. Not like its legal to be social or anything but if she wasn't enslaved she still wouldn't be social. She has one talent, but yet she isn't conscious of it. She has an angelical voice when singing. She's been told so many times by her parents, but she never really believed them. Even if she doesn't like her singing voice she loves to sing and humm. She is always found singing sightly creepy or either depressing tunes. She enjoys that kind of music, I don't know why but maybe its because she can relate to it. She is really polite usually and obedient depending on the tasks. She has a weird fear of the dark, small places and not being good enough for others. She dislikes, pain and death, also hates being around people. She likes being alone, music and singing.

Her history is really.. I should say different. She had a normal past until she was about thirteen, two years ago. She came home from a friends {{- This was before she was enslaved -}} and the house was empty, empty except for the cops. She walked inside asking what was going on. But all she was told was that her dad was in jail and for the rest she had to watch the news. So she went to do as she was asked. But on the way she noticed blood trails making her anxious. She flicked on the television and istened as the news anchor spoke. "Family found dead in their own home, Anne Lindon, Night Lindon and Autumn Lindon were the three women killed. Accused of the murder was the husband and father of two of the girls mister Jonathon Lindon. The man is now in custody in jail and will be scentenced to death."

That is the reason she is now depressed and anti-social.






L O V E L I F E.



Yes, I am straight. I have never found the same gender attractive. But I am accepting for those who like the same sex because I know they can't change themselves. It's who they are and you haters have to deal with it. Love? Are you serious? That's just a tale told to kids. Love isn't real. No one is not judging. No one will ever 'love' you or anything. Its not real. So no. I have no crush, spouse or boyfriend. Because love is just a cruel lie to break you. I know now.






A N Y M O R E?



Cinder doesn't believe in love. She thinks its a tale told to small children so they don't worry or fear the future.






Asher Jonathon Styles


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"The title 'master' bugs me. I don't really enjoy being called that.. So just don't call me that."



H E L L O.



Hi... My name, as you can see above is Asher Jonathon Styles. I would rather be called by Ash for your information. I'm, as you can tell a master, a Vampire or whatever you want to call me. I currently don't have a slave, I don't want one really but I kinda need one. Its like.. The law sort of. But either way I try to be nice. I am a tall male with short black hair. I have icy blue eyes and a gaze that can kill. Not litterately, but you know what I mean I hope. I was born about 200 years ago, but appear to be about 17, I am a vampire, remember that, so my age is considered really, really young for your information. My birthdate is the third of june, I always liked it when I was in school, because it was so close to summer break.







T H I S IS M E.



Well, Ash is really tall and slim. He weighs about 150 pounds and is 6 ft 2 in height. His eyes are bright blue, and seem to always be distant as if he is not seeing you, but through you. His hair is an almost emo appearal and is the colour of sand kind of, a really light brown, but not light enough to be dirty blond. His hair is long enough to flip, which he has an addiction to do. Flip his hair. He has a tatoo on his neck of a snake, it is usually not visible since he wears a hoodie that covers his whole neck most of the time, but it is quite large. He also has one scar, its also on his neck, from you know.. Being bitten. How else would he be a vampire right?







T H E I N S I D E.



Okay, so his personality? Quite hard to explain really but okay, lets take a shot at this. Asher is really nice and gentle I should say. He tries his best not to mistreat his slaves. In public he is cruel, but a lone at his house with his slaves, if you are respectful, he can be the nicest person you ever met. But he has trust problems. He is always watching his back in fear and always checking on his slave. He is also very interested in cooking. He loves to cook and bake. He has a very good eyesight too, but not as good as his hearing. He can hear almost everything. He, when you get to know him is really funny and humourous, also sarcastic. He hates rules and laws and being told what to do and what not to do. Now I will name some likes, dislikes, fears and strengths. He likes climbing trees, baking, joking, girls... and dancing. He hates being told what to do, rules, laws, people who are too mature, and being closed in somewhere. His fears are to be caught feeding his slave more then he is suppose to and humiliation. His strengths are his hearing and weopon handling.

His history? Not much to tell about that. Just that he was bitten at the age of 19 and his parents are dead.








L O V E L I F E.



I am straight yes. But I love gay people. My brother was gay so don't call me a homophobe. Love? I am a beast! No one can love a monster like me! I don't deserve any girl. I have no girlfriend, crush or spouse but I want one.






A N Y M O R E?



Asher Hullucinates a lot, so is found quite often starring at nothing.



{{- Finished!!! I need a master for Cinder and a slave for Asher! -}}
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby vav. » Wed Oct 30, 2013 11:18 am

.lire. ♀.auction house.sybil(s).pan.

"There are always the ones on the bottom floor, their thoughts always are the strongest." Lire said, mumbling the last part. Thought from others almost never come into her mind, only the stronger ones were able to do so. Those who lived down below seemed to have the strongest thoughts, but most thought of the same thing. They thought of rebellion, of freedom, of equality. She yearned for the same things but never enacted on those feelings.The woman was staring at her directly, which wasn't normal for her at all, it made her shiver.


.michael. ♂.at auction house.teleport(m).ace.biromantic.
Michael's eyes glanced at the scar, the light making if shimmer, catching his attention. Her shivers became apparent to her.After a few seconds of thought, he brought his final conclusion to his lips.He turned to the guard next to him, telling them his thoughts."I'd like to buy this girl here, if you don't mind." He held out the required amount of money. The guard took the money, seemingly robotic in those actions, and opened the cage. Handcuffs were places around the wrists of the girl, ensuring her escape is impossible.


.saoirse. ♂.auction house.angel(s).gay.

Was that German? Sao thought to himself,wings fluttering, trying to stretch, eyeing the man who asked for his information. He could see the man up close now. His eyes were a bright gold, and right under one of them was a scar. Sao watched as he listened silently to his information, to which he scoffed. I can speak for myself,you know.
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Re: |At Your Service|Fantasy Slave/Master RP|Not Accepting|

Postby Soul Of Space » Wed Oct 30, 2013 11:36 am

๔เєгк кคยŦŦ๓คภ

D, Kauff wrote:24 ; ♂ ; Master ; Sybil ; Pansexual
Owns: Saoirse
Location: Auction House
Feeling: Tired
Accompanied by: Saoirse


      Dierk gazed evenly at the guard as he listened to the information. As soon as the obviously exasperated guard was finished speaking, the male's lips quirked upward briefly, before settling back into their almost-frown. Raising himself back to his feet in a single, fluid motion, he made a gesture toward the lock. His gaze, however, briefly flickered to the male when he thought that he could speak for himself, and he made a mildly irritated sound in the back of his throat, his fingers raising to his temples once more, massaging there. "Open it," he said, to the guard, who still seemed to not believe that he wanted to purchase the angel.

      He drew his wallet out, fishing the money out and dropping them into the guard's waiting hand, who then unlocked the door and drew it open. "To answer your unspoken question; Yes, it was German." he said, his accent obvious in his voice, although he had no particular emotion in his voice to indicate whether or not he was irritated with the pains he got with each thought that the angel boy had. Turning away, he began toward the stairs once more, making a motion with one hand for the boy to follow him. "My name is Dierk Kauffman," he stated, the hand that he had raised to indicate for Saoirse to follow him now idly patting the head of the blue-gray feline that rest across his shoulders. "Is there anything about you that I should know that the guard did not mention?" his honey-golden gaze flicking back over his shoulder for the first time to be sure that the angel was, in fact, following him.
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