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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 5:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 6:01 pm
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Master:
Name: Andrew Anderson Age: 18 Race: Demon Appearance: Andrew Anderson Personality: Angered easily and destroys things and breaks them easily. The less he has to do to break his property the happier he is. Wants (Master): Cleaning, cooking, fear, total appreciation, complete devotion as well Hobbies/ Passions: His guitar, singing, and the baby grand in his den Fears: Outspoken slaves, death, and the end of his reign.
Slave:
DncStar Name: Madelyn or just Maddie Age: 18 Race: bunny human Appearance: MadelynPersonality: Quiet, imaginative, sensitive. She's not prone to conflict and hates confrontation. She can be a bit aloof. A bit dreamy. She does have her days however, if she is pushed. She can be harsh and cold on bad days. Skills (slave): pretty much everything. She was born to serve. Hobbies/ Passions: singing, drawing, reading, staring out the window... things of that sort Fears: Needles, and spiders
Introduction Skeleton Characters Extra Info Reserved
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 6:03 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 6:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:10 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:28 pm
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Madelyn peered at him with her copper eyes. "I don't really have a choice in the matter now do i?" She shot, her voice soft but firm. She wouldn't be intimidated. That was the first thing she learned. Not to fear. They got a lot of pleasure out of a slaves pain. She never showed pain. She flashed a bright smile. Then clearing her through, she gathered her short skirt and curtsied. "Madelyn Sir. How do you do?" She raised an eyebrow, having a soft smirk across her flawless skin that was smudged with dirt from being kicked around in it.
Madelyn had been born into the life of slavery and all she has ever known was abuse. Her "Father" was her mothers master. And one day, he kicked her mother to the ground, raped her and then left her. Madelyn was watching from behind a door and she held back a scared gasp. Her brow furrowed, going and helping her mother to the bed then back into the kitchen to fix dinner. She brought the food out to her father and then pulled out a knife that she had used to carve the chicken and plunged it into his back. He died right there. And her mother died soon after, a flu. Madelyn was shipped from place to place, not showing emotion except when she was alone.
Madelyn snapped out of her thoughts and peered at the man infront of her, waiting patiently, knowing the drill as the two men spoke
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:35 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:41 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 3:49 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:05 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 4:28 pm
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