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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:11 pm
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ѕнιηє, ѕнιηє, ѕнιηє
MY rusty h a l oThere they are! Please don't post in this thread! If you're interested, PM me! No promises though!
Zork and Fleta: FULL
Camellia: FULL
Cecilia: FULL
Dio: ???
Sen and Ryou:OPEN FOR MALE
OPEN FOR 3REQUESTS everyoɴe'ѕ rυɴɴιɴɢ ғroм ѕoмeтнιɴɢ,
ωε ʝմʂէ ძօղ'է ƙղօω ωհεղ ἶէ'ʂ ƈօოἶղց
š⊕ ωε κεεp ruηηïηg, αηd ruηηïηg, αηd ruηηïηg.
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:12 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Fleta Owen and Zork Knox❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝Fleta appears 18, but is actually only a few years old and Zork is 21❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝Mistress and Master❞
{My Race is...}
❝Animated Doll and Elven Magician (Puppeteer) ❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Both are Heterosexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝Fleta is Sub and Zork is Dom❞
{My Powers..}
❝Fleta has no powers, other than the fact that she is immortal, and Zork can control people and inanimate objects, as well as other basic magic. ❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝They don’t care.❞
{My Story...}
❝Zork was born into a wealthy family of magic as the only son. As he grew up he attempted many different things, and found he was quite good with spells from a young age. When he was seven or eight he discovered puppetry and pursued it with an enflamed passion. He was good at it, he loved it, and it quickly became a part of him. He had never been close with his family, despite his mother's pained attempts to get him more involved, and he truthfully didn’t care when they all died in a tragic fire. They never learned what was the cause, but it was rumored to be the sole survivor. Zork never agrees, nor declines these claims, and in truth, it had nothing to do with him. It was a servant who was tired of the way society works. The servant's twisted view, that killing one noble family would kill them all, got him killed by the sole survivor: Zork. It was more a personal thing than a revenge thing, Zork was furious. He had lost all of his notes and research in the fire, and he had to start over again.
He inherited the fortune and the mansion and he had it rebuilt as quickly as he could. It is the same as it was before the fire, and Zork made sure of that. After that was complete, he continued his studies of puppetry. It took several years to reestablish all of the theories and logic that had been lost in the blaze, and it took him forever to rewrite all of his notes. When Zork was sixteen he created Fleta who he has, against all logic, become quite attached to. She was his miracle. Fleta was all of his research into one successful experiment. A living doll, a soul within magicked porcelain, who had a personality, emotions, and the ability to love.
She was a magical masterpiece, and Zork hoarded her like any genius would their prized work. When he met a young reaper, Issac, who was hellbent on dissecting Zork's beloved doll, the young puppeteer literally beat the crap out of death himself to keep her, and his secrets, safe. Fleta and Zork now live in the house together, although Fleta often gets lonely when Issac or others aren't around. Zork no longer pursues studies of puppetry, finding his knowledge to be ‘good enough’. Unfortunately, he isn't competent enough a social standard to live up to what Fleta desires, so Zork has been struggling to better his social abilities. Issac has recently moved back into the home, and several slaves have been added to the mix.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝Although Zork made Fleta, she is treated as a Mistress of the house and has enough authority that she can fight with Zork. Oh, and Zork is a psychopath; he doesn’t feel remorse.❞ OWNS: CONNOR, SAIURRI
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 2:18 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Camellia Rose❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝a few centuries old, not even she could tell you how long though.❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝Mistress❞
{My Race is...}
❝Demon❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Heterosexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝She can be Both.❞
{My Powers..}
❝Camellia can control plants. They bend to her will.❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝She believes in on-the-spot decisions.❞
{My Story...}
❝As a young girl Camellia grew up with her own kind, a secluded species of elemental demons who avoided the other nations. Because of war and poverty they were sought out, and the families were constantly on the run. As a demon who can grow plants, the children of the tribe where highly valued for farm slaves, seeing as they could promote crop growth despite horrible conditions. Camellia was quite young in those times, and she didn't understand how dire the situation truly was. She was an only child, and her parents unable to give birth to any more children, so she was locked away in hopes that she would remain safe. She learned how to be sneaky; how to break out, how to break in, and she began stealing as a pass-time because of her newfound talent.
At this time Camellia had both eyes, she was young and restless, and she wanted desperately to be freed from her parent's captivity. One day, though, she made a horrible mistake. She hadn't been caught for her thievery, but the small community had recognized that there was a threat somewhere within their own kind; somebody going out and stealing precious objects from families who may have needed that for dowry or food. Everybody was on edge. Camellia had no clue about the tension in the town, because she wouldn't dare leave, except for at night.
She decided, one night, to step up the game. She broke into the leader's house and tried to steal some jewelry. Not because she wanted it, but because she was bored. She was caught. Without knowing who the person was, the leader lashed out at Camellia, gouging out her eye. She was instantly immobilized, and captured. When everybody realized what had happened, Camellia was banished.
Camellia continued her thievery, and earned large sums of money through it, as well as selling her plants. She grew bored of her antics, and having saved all the money that she stole/earned she had quite a large amount to float on for a few hundred years. Her village never found the stolen goods, so Camellia was found and sentenced to isolation; not from all, but from her home and family. A mansion was built so she could settle down and she was forced in, then sealing tags to lock all elementals inside the walls after they have entered were placed. Now she has decided that she will try, for the first time in her life, to attain a companion. Not necessarily romantic, Camellia just wants to better her social skills after being alone for so long. Because the tribe no longer sees her as 'one of them' they have no argument against her bringing more beings into her captivity.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝She enjoys her time with plants and hates fire. A lot.❞ Owns: Rock
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Posted: Sun Jul 03, 2011 6:50 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Cecilia Rapose❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝I am 21 years old.❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝I am a Mistress. I prey you wouldn't dare think less of me because I'm a girl.❞
{My Race is...}
❝I am a possessed human.❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Bisexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝Despite my... disadvantages I most definately will not be subdued.❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝My brother, drugs, alcohol, horror/Ghost movies, and ghosts/demonic supernatural culture.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝People underestimating me, hangovers, chickflicks, churches/things related to religion, and people taking my picture. ❞
{My Powers..}
❝It's weird. When I get upset things start flying around like crazy, and sometimes things even light on fire, but not all the time. I can't control it.❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝I refuse to decide by some stupid system. I decide by interaction, fools.❞
{My Story...}
❝To be honest, I don't remember much from before I was a kid. It was weird, almost like I sometimes saw things in a different light. I'm told I had a horrible temper, and would lash out violently when people brought out cameras. Actually, there are no pictures from when I was a kid... which is sorta weird. I still don't like 'em though, so don't get near me with a camera. Sometimes Brother was kind of weird, but it was fine. Mother and Father were very kind to us, spoiling us and giving us whatever we wanted. They didn't even make me take pictures. Ilari didn't take any either, considering we were more or less inseparable.
We started out in school but after a, well, incident on picture day we were moved to homeschooling. The incident wasn't too bad, in my opinion. Two students, a teacher, and the photographer wound up hospitalized, and several other teachers and students had minor injuries. They shouldn't have tried to bother me, though! I told them I didn't want the stupid picture, so they should have just screwed off!
Homeschooling was stupid. I hated it; I had to read lots, but it was okay. Reading and writing was good for me, and because I couldn't talk I didn't have to work on vocal reading like Ilari did. On the other hand, I had to do a lot of math. I would always make fun of him for that. I hated learning sign and braille, though. Just because I couldn't see out of one eye, didn't mean I was totally blind and had to learn how to read like the blind do; it's not like I lost the other eye, or something stupid like that.
When we were nineteen or so, our parents died. It wasn't a big deal, or anything. For some reason, I didn't care too much, though. I didn't feel all that attached to them, anyways. They never took me or Ilari out anywhere, and they only made us study. Once, they even tried to make me go to church! Since then, my brother and I have been living together alone. It's not like we need anybody, anyways.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝My brother is Ilari Rapose, I am a mute, and I am blind in one eye. Oh yea, and I don't know that I'm possessed. ❞
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 2:32 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Dio Eave❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝We'll just say I'm twenty three, okay? That's when I was changed, after all.❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝I would be a Master.❞
{My Race is...}
❝I'm a vampire.❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝That is a rather interesting one; considering I play with boys and girls the same, I guess I'm bisexual.❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝Hmm, interesting question. I guess I'll go with this. You can top me if you can beat me, but that won't happen anytime soon.❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝Lets see... I like toying with people, the sight/smell of blood, the sound of pain, and the night.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝Ugh, I hate the sound of excessive screaming; it's so loud and irritating. It makes me want to shut the source up good. Other than that, I dislike people who don't know their place, slaves that try to run away, the sun/day time, and ignorance/hope.❞
{My Powers..}
❝I'm strong, I'm fast, I have incredible hearing and sight. I also can induce nightmares. So go ahead and sleep, if you want to...❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝Meh, so long as they aren't mute and they can feel pain I'm happy.❞
{My Story...}
❝I was born and raised in a small town a very, very long time ago. By that, I mean hundreds of years before guns or automobiles or electricity; yea. I'm old, get over it. Anyways, as a child I was rather normally, in fact, painfully so. I got along with everybody and actually tried to help others. Bleh. In my teenage years I became bitter; my mother died, and my father became a victim of the drink. He would beat me, but never my sister. After all, he needed her for a dowry that he would get when she was of age. I hated him for it. I guess that was the first time the person I am now began to show. Of course, it couldn't be helped when my father's dead, lacerated body appeared strung up in the local shrine.
When I was 23 my younger sister got kidnapped by a demon which had been stealing women from the village for a very long time. When I went to get her back, I got caught myself. It turned out the demon which everybody was so scared of appeared to be more man than beast. I let my guard down, and I underestimated him. For weeks I was tortured, abused, neglected, and emotionally beaten down. Before my twenty fourth birthday I was changed into the same thing that my tormentor was. A vampire.
Now, it seems I distracted him much more than I had assumed, because my sister was still alive, despite the time that had passed, unfortunately what she didn't realize was that I was no longer her brother, Eave. I took on the name of the monster that turned me, Dio, and I took the life of my other half. The vampire's was the next life on my list. For a very long time I lived alone, going from country to country and wreaking havoc, torturing, devouring, destroying lives. I found it all rather fun, actually, but I've never changed anybody into what I am. Not even I am that cruel.
Recently I have taken an interest in the slave trade, mostly because the prospect of prey which can run, but never hide, appeals to me very much. Rather convenient, I find. So, I tucked down, took some hostages, made some mortals build me a house, and then killed them all off in the end anyways. Now that I have a place to stay, my next goal is to get myself a new toy, and enjoy it for some time.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝I had a sister, before I was changed, but I killed her. People should know better than to go near a freshling. She tasted rather delicious. Also, I enjoy causing girls pain more so than boys, but I won't exclude somebody from the fun just because of their gender. I just find women's cries more appealing.❞
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 5:22 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Sen Goku❞
{See Me..}
 
{My age...}
❝Well, I look eighteen, but I'm pretty damn old. like, my mom is called the Mother of all Monsters old. But I am older than Ryou!❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝I'm a mistress, not that you could tell.❞
{My Race is...}
❝Colchian Dragon❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝I'm Bisexual. Have a problem with it?❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝I guess it depends...❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝What I like? Well, playing pranks, teasing Ryou, hot weather, sand, and the sky.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝I don't like water, and I really don't like it when it snows. Also, I hate it when somebody interferes in one of my games, so watch out. Hmm... I also hate crowds, and being stuck dealing with my brother.❞
{My Powers..}
❝Well, I don't have to sleep, and I always have energy. Like, no matter what. I also have really good reflexes, I never let my guard down. For funky abilities... well, I can read minds and breath fire when I'm in my dragon form. Oh, and did I forget to mention? I can turn into a dragon.❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝Ribbons? Feh, like I care about those. You can't trust others to do the work of a genius. If I want a slave, I'll meet 'em and choose 'em myself. Of course, I won't be so careful with the one I want for Ryou...❞
{My Story...}
❝I don't remember much, because when you're as old as I am most of it doesn't matter, anyways. A human lifespan is like the blink of an eye for one like myself. The only significant things that I can remember is escaping with my brother, Ryou, when we were still young. Of course, our names were different then, but we don't use the pet names that those stupid mortals gave us, even back then we changed our names often. Getting back on track, after we 'ran away from home' we roamed together, essentially creating terror. It wasn't like it was intentional, though. See, we couldn't turn into humans then, that was a trick we learned later, so people were automatically terrified of us.
It didn't help much that, just us being away from home, upset the balance between god and mortal. Technically we weren't supposed to exist. Ryou and I were just doubles of the originals, never meant to see daylight...❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝I live with my brother, Ryou. We don't get along to well, see, because he's too stuck-up and doesn't know how to have fun, even though he's the younger one. Also, I don't sleep, ever!❞ Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Ryou Goku❞
{See Me..}
 
{My age...}
❝Don't think I'm young just because I only look fifteen. My mother is known as the Mother of all Monsters. My stupid sister, Sen, is older than me, though.❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝I'm a Master, what about it?❞
{My Race is...}
❝ Cadmean vixen ❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Unlike my sister, I am heterosexual. My interest lies only in women. ❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝Well, that would depend, wouldn't it?❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝I like cold weather, chess, painting, the sound of water, and people who aren't clingy.❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝I hate clingy people, so don't cling to me, ever. I also dislike people who try to steal my work or bother me while I'm painting. I really don't like excessively violent or obnoxious people, and I don't get along with my sister too well, either.❞
{My Powers..}
❝Well, I can turn into a giant fox, for one. One which can never be caught. It's in my Fate, you see. It's impossible to keep me where I don't want to be. Other abilities? Well, I can animate my paintings. Literally, I mean; they come off the page and spring to life.❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝It would be irresponsible to choose a slave off of another's organization system. Not to mention, I'm not exactly interested in a slave...❞
{My Story...}
❝...Sen was always hit pretty badly by that fact. She hated that she was just a copy of something else, something bigger than herself. She's always like that; obnoxious and self centered. Well, I was the first to figure out how to take a human form, and I thought it to her. At this time, we had traveled to what is now Asia, and it had been a few centuries. This is where we got taken in by our first, and last, mortal parents. They taught us manners, gave us the names we have now, and taught us things like art and fashion.We had to leave, however, when people began to question why we still, even after six human years, our appearance hadn't changed at all.
It's been a very long time since then, and those mortals are probably long since dead and gone, but it's fine. We learned from them, and for that they shall last an eternity in our minds. Now we are in a new place, however, as our search for a place where odd creatures, such as ourselves, would be accepted. We purchased a home with money saved up over the centuries, where we now reside. ❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝My sister, Sen, and I live together. We don't exactly get along the best, but I couldn't leave her on her own. She'd probably get herself killed.❞ ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Can you imagine no love, pride,
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Posted: Wed Jul 06, 2011 8:11 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝{My name is Cadence Xenia,}❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝{I am nineteen years of age,}❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝{I am a mistress,}❞
{My Race is...}
❝{And I am Human.}❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝{Well, that's a rather irrelevant question. If you must know, I'm heterosexual.}❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝{I guess it would depend on the situation, but I'll have you know, I'm not "easy".}❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝{What I like? Well, I enjoy playing piano, as well as music in general, I enjoy reading, I also enjoy baked goods. Not necessarily sweet, but I love the texture and usually the taste! Hmm, I guess I also like spending time in the gardens.} ❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝{Ha! You should pay attention! I hate having to repeat myself, violence against me, having to deal with difficult people, the sunlight (my eyes are rather sensitive, and I burn easily), and being in pain.❞
{My Powers..}
❝{I don't even need powers to control you.}❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝{Well, to keep from boredom red and dark violet, but for other purposes dark blue.}❞
{My Story...}
❝{I grew up much like any other rich brat; there was simply money in the family, and as an only child I was spoilt with whatever I wanted. My mother got be dresses, dolls, and jewellery. My father got me ponies and puppies and kittens. The dolls disappeared; what Mother didn't know was that I had a special graveyard out back just for them. The pets? Ran away, or so I told Father when they stopped coming in for supper. In all honesty, I only acquainted them with some of the animals on the other side of the fence.
My parents secluded me as a child; censored me from books and other media which they thought might corrupt me. I wasn't permitted to leave the walls of the 'castle' and I didn't have any friends. Of course, they couldn't stop me from getting my hands on things which I wanted. The chef loved to give me his 'special books' which I wasn't allowed to tell anybody about. I learned the most from those. Slavery, abuse, violence, war, drugs, murder, hatred... The life my parents had tried to shelter me from. When I was six my mother died in childbirth, my stillborn brother taking her life.
After that, Father fell into depression. I was only six years old, and the little bit of love I had was ripped away by mourning. The house fell to chaos, and soon my father fell ill and died too. From there I owned the house, the servants, and everything in it. I fired them all, besides the chef, and blocked off the hallways which weren't needed. It didn't take long for me to sell the place, and move into a smaller, more modern appointment. With the money from the house, and my inheritance, it was rather easy to live comfortably. I hired people to come and clean weekly, and my chef comes in everyday before I wake to prepare three meals for me. It's all rather convenient. Of course, add schizophrenic fits into the mix and you have my life.}❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝{Other things about me? Well, for one, I'm albino. Also, I'm rather teasing, despite my upbringing. Oh yea! I was diagnosed with schizophrenia when I was four.}❞
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Posted: Fri Jul 08, 2011 4:53 pm
Listen Up, I'm in control... {Who pulls the stings around here...}
❝MY rusty h a l o❞
{My Name is...}
❝Rachelle Slate❞
{See Me..}
{My age...}
❝Approximately 600, which is rather young, although I appear 18.❞
{Master or Mistress...}
❝Mistress ❞
{My Race is...}
❝Demon❞
{Which do I prefer?}
❝Heterosexual❞
{Who controls the show...}
❝Both❞
{Before you displease me...I like...}
❝I like the dark/night, inflicting pain, the sound of screams, the song of crows, and Shinedown. Do you have a problem with my interest in music?❞
{If you want to make me happy, don't do...}
❝I dislike bright lights, the day, children, prissy pop music, and people that try to overpower me. Do you want to give it a try? I'll kill you.❞
{My Powers..}
❝I can control shadows, and I can separate myself into hundreds of crows to get between places faster. I can also create black noise at such a pitch that it drives people mad.❞
{Ribbons I Prefer...}
❝Simple string is irrelevant to me.❞
{My Story...}
❝In my later years I simply lived comfortably; enjoying solitude when I had it, and taking every opportunity to attain prey. Anything I could cause pain to. My weapon of choice? My own self. Nails, teeth... they're surprisingly good when it comes to tormenting somebody who wants nothing more than freedom. Unfortunately, I'm being driven to having to buy a slave. After all, people don't walk the streets like they used to, and those that do are too difficult to get my hands on.
As a child I was an orphan, adopted by a wealthy family who simply wanted to 'brighten the life of some poor brat'. They didn't do it very well. I was made to work hard, beaten by my 'father', sexually abused by my 'elder brother', and my mother was too busy trying to comb through my hair to notice the bruises. I didn't have friends, and I wasn't allowed to meet with others or go to any of the festivities which was hosted at the mansion. I never cared much, anyways. Even in the orphanage I never got along well with the other kids.
The ironic thing is, is that I was almost a slave. The orphanage I was at would simply 'loose children'. It was claimed that they ran away, but inside the house we all knew where they went. You never upset Mrs. Dimples. Never, no matter who you were. You got three strikes. The first time you messed up you were beaten badly. The second mistake? You were strung up in an oversized bird cage over the cafeteria for two weeks. You only got a small bowl of water, no food, and they'd come and whip you every day. The third straw? You disappeared, or you 'ran away' as she'd regretfully misinform us as a terrified mass. Of course, we all noticed the cages in her office and scratch marks from the cages to the door, the large black vans which brought strange men when everybody was there, and left after a child disappeared. I was on my second straw when I was adopted. I was lucky, because I was very close to my third straw.❞
{If you must know something else...}
❝Generally, I'm a rather cold and abusive, but I may open up to the right person. Who knows, we'll see.❞ [IMGleft]http://i917.photobucket.com/albums/ad18/AsukaYamashita/three.jpg[/IMGleft][color=#780000][size=8] Yeah, I get it, you're an outcast.
Always under attack, always coming in last.
Bringing up the past; no one owes you anything.
I think you need a shotgun blast,
A kick in the a**,
So paranoid... Watch your back![/size][/color]
[size=10][color=#013461][/color][/size]
[size=8][color=#780000]I created the Sound of Madness, wrote the book on pain.
Somehow I'm still here to explain,
That the darkest hour never comes in the night.
You can sleep with a gun.
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?[/size][/color]
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