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M o n o c h r o m e

The future. An ominous, unpredictable enigma of time. This world you thought you knew, Earth, no longer goes by this name. NovaTerra, or 'New Land', is what the world leaders are beginning to call this planet. An adequate name, considering on how the world had changes in a century or two. Earth had become a battle-scarred shadow of what it once was, cyberpunk themed and malevolent as Hell itself. Freedom is no longer a natural law. You are either born a free person, or born a slave. Yes, slavery has returned to the world, and is more popular than ever. Nekos, Inus, Anthromorphs and Half-breeds of all sorts are born and sold into slavery daily, via the Slave Market. Not to mention, most of these creatures have been in the military, for one of three reasons; one, they were experiments, two, they were soldiers, or three, they were experimental soldiers, therefore, fittingly named, the NovaSoldiers. And by experiments, I mean that they were tortured with hundreds upon thousands of chemicals, serums, and weapons with no mercy.
Now, there is a ray of hope for these creatures. Many pray day by day that they would become useless for the government and be sold into the Slave Market, where a master would hopefully purchase them. A kind master. A master could be any type of person; cruel, uncaring, or kind and warm. Plus, masters were usually either Human, Demon, or Vampire, which narrowed the chances for a good slave-master relationship. But, even so, any slave would choose an abusive master over the military.

In this bleak new world, the future seems more monochrome than ever.

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The City

Cyberpunk, dark, biologically hazardous, and simply discouraging, the city looks more like an industrial, concrete jungle rather than a place for living. There’re few laws to follow nowadays. Getting arrested for ‘disturbing the peace’ and ‘drunk-driving’ don’t exist. Basically, don’t kill and/or act like a complete Neanderthal, and you’re fine. There are few trees and plants, as only wealthy people can afford these luxuries. The homes that slaves are brought into can range from poor, depressing little houses, to amazing, rich estates and mansions. A slave can also be simply bought to be a worker or entertainer, such as in a restaurant, club, etc.

The Slave Market

The Slave Market is a eerie, dark area. Yes, not just one building, but many. In each slave shop, there could be an assortment of slaves; the calmer, kinder ones restrained to ‘bunk beds’ with simple handcuffs or chains, the more violent and untamable ones shackled and isolated in separate cages or even elaborate containers. Masters can freely walk around and choose whichever slave is to their liking and purchase them for a reasonable price. Escape is virtually impossible. Armed guards patrol the shops day and night, and if caught repeatedly, a slave will be killed, simply for being a nuisance.

Slave Collars

Simple, cheap, black leather collars are put on slaves. Each collar has a tag, like a dog or cat’s collar. On the tag the slave’s name, age, and specialty is written. The color of the tag indicates the slave’s mental condition.

Platinum – Fine/Mentally stable

Gold – Shy/Skittish

Silver – Depressed/Sickly/Upset

Bronze – Violent/Dangerously unstable

Black – Extremely dangerous/Purchase at your own risk

Bunk Beds/Cages

Bunk beds are what they are. Beds connected to the walls of slave shops. Usually two or three 'stories' high, to which slaves are either loosely chained or handcuffed to. Bunk beds are assigned to Platinum, Gold, and Silver-tagged slaves. Cages, on the other hand, are worse. Cages usually contain Bronze and Black-tagged slaves. The slaves are chained at the wrists, ankles, and neck in order to prevent any harm to customers or the slaves themselves. Cages can also be elaborate. Some may be electrically charged, others with inward facing sharp objects; all depending on the condition the slave is in.

Slave Fights

Know anything about dog fights? Same thing, except switch the dogs with slaves, and you've got yourself the newest illegal form of blood sport entertainment out there. The establishments in which fights take place are usually basements, or anywhere underground, with large wrestling arena-styled rooms. The two rival slaves are put, or forced, into large cages and locked in until one is either dead or dying. To get in, one must pay a hefty admission fee, and once inside, you have the options of gambling and/or, for future purposes, paying stud fees. Authorities are usually unable to locate these arenas because they relocate after a week or so to another building somewhere in the city. In addition, authorities are usually unconcerned about something so trivial when there is a war at stake somewhere else in the world.

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M a s t e r s

Appearance: Raining?
Name: Mathew "Matt" Shinkaze.
Gender: Male.
Age: 19.
Orientation: Straight.
Race: Human.
Occupation: N/A
Bio: Grew up to a rich family. Parents were murdered by psycopath that they had employed. Matt was sent to an asylum afterword, people thought something was wrong when he didn't grieve over his parents. Why would he? He barely knew them. He was sent back to his house to live alone and hasn't gone out much since. Upon his return, he let all of the slaves go with pay so they could start a new life...hopefully. Since then, his mind has deteriorated being a recluse. There are rumors that the mansion is haunted; in reality it is. He's just a ghost of a person anymore.
Personality: Can go from melancholic to hyper in an instant.
Notes: Addicted to sweets. The only human contact he has is with the ex-slave who returns each week to drop off food.
Puppeteer: SgtSpecial

Appearance:

Name: Dmitri Kholodov.
Gender: Male.
Age: 24.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Race: Unknown, though is suspected of not being human.
Occupation/Wealth Status: Extremely wealthy, scientist.
Biography: Dmitri was born into an infamously wealthy family of respected scientists. He lived a very pampered life, though always awaited the day that he’d inherit all the money. Unfortunately, Dmitri’s greed simply did not have patience, thus causing him to kill his father and mother. He had no siblings, making his the only heir. Now, the boy owns an enormous mansion, with dozens of servants and a beautiful estate, contrasting his overall dark aura. But complementing his persona, he own a profitable share in a private mafia organization, futher increasing his wealth. Being the brilliant child of scientists, he loves to conduct experiments on slaves with his father’s leftover chemicals, serums, and so one and so forth.
Personality: Sophisticated, intelligent, intimidating, a tad prideful, cynical, wry, sadistic, abusive, and heartless. Wonderful combination, don’t you think?
Notes: Tortures his slaves with his ‘experiments’, or plainly loves to beat them down for simple mistakes. On the contrary, Dmitri enjoys tea, particularly Earl Grey, and sweets. His favorite weapons include the HK416 and many other light machine guns and pistols. In fact, he has a fairly large collection of artillery.
Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: Points of Authority – Linkin Park

Appearance:

Name: Seth Heartnet.
Gender: Male.
Age: 21.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Race: Human.
Occupation/Wealth Status: Part-time mercenary/assassin. Fairly wealthy, slightly above middle class.
Biography: Seth was a very normal child for years, as was his family. It was unknown to all of the family, though, that his father was involved in the mafia. And so, to their misfortune, Seth’s genius father got into debt. When Seth was only 10, the mafia then killed his father, mother, and kidnapped his dear little sister. Seth had hid from them until things cleared, and was raised by one of the family’s butlers. Now, he owns a decent house, three stories high and very spacious, a very elegant condominium in the downtown area of the city, and has become a mercenary, not only to gain money, but to also one day find his little sister.
Personality: Serious, cold, dauntingly intelligent, yet kind, polite, and possibly sweet.
Notes: The boy can have moments of blind wrath and accidently beat his slaves, often to death. He's been trying to restrain himself from those 'moments'. But, on a lighter note, Seth can occasionally take a slave along on one of his 'assignments', especially if the slave has a history of killing or being violent.
Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: The Diary of Jane – Breaking Benjamin

Appearance:

Name: Sol Kiske
Gender: Male
Age: 24
Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Occupation/Wealth Status: Retired soldier, now working in a small family owned restaurant as a waiter. He makes it through the month, keeping his retirement money back for when he really needs it.
Biography: As a member of the military, Sol rose through the ranks quickly, rewarded for spectacular performance on the battlefield with medals and promotions. After a while, the glory of it all seemed to fade. It became a mundane duty for him to work through every day. There was no longer any passion for it. The killing just didn't make sense any more. You shoot this man for being a terrorist, this one for simply raising his voice at a speech. Why bother with it all? He retired through an honorable discharge, taking the rather hefty sum he was paid and putting it away in his savings. He accepted a job at a local restaurant, serving people food and live a normal life.
Personality: He is a bright individual. He likes to help people out and can turn a blind eye to some things. Don't cross him, though. It'll be your worst mistake, and quite possibly your last.
Notes: When it comes to slavery, he has mixed feelings. He wonders how slavery can exist, but at the same time doesn't mind owning a slave himself. He is caring and forgiving when it comes to the subject of slaves, but will lay down discipline if he deems it necessary.
Puppeteer: Neko-san0013
Themesong: Sanctuary by Utada Hikaru

Appearance:

Name: Reid Masters
Gender: Male
Age: 21
Orientation: Heterosexual
Race: Human
Occupation/Wealth Status: Concert musician. Reasonably rich
Biography: Reid is a calm, mellow person. He doesn't really worry about anything. He split away from the rest of his family when he was fairly young, and moved into the world of music. He was considered a prodigy in his youth, and is an amazing musician. He can play just about every instrument in existence, save for some exotic, traditional instruments. He is kind to people, but is considered strange and eccentric.
Personality: Strange and laid back. He is very kind to people, whether they be human or anything else. He loves people who share passion for music.
Notes: He is definitely an odd one. If you can get past that, though, he's a very nice person who will stick by you.
Puppeteer: Neko-san0013
Themesong: "Moonlight Sonata" by Beethoven

Appearance:

Name:
Drake Elliot
Gender:
Male
Age:
19
Orientation:
Heterosexual
Race:
Human
Occupation/Wealth Status:
Unemployed/Freelance/Middle Class
Biography:
When Drake was very young, his parents died for reasons unknown to him. He has no memory of them, but hasn't given up trying to recall something from his limited time with them.
Drakes family was quiet, full of intelligence and old money. In actuality, Drake came from one of the riches, non-criminally involved families in the world.
When his parents died, drake was placed in the care of his only other relative, his uncle on his mother's side. Since Drake was the last living Elliot, the entire family fortune would be given to him once he reached the age of eighteen. Until then, it was up to "Dear Old Uncle Doc," who ironically enough is the "Doc" Kari was experimented on by, and was her last owner. Doc's real name is Alfred Sander, and is a military scientist. Sander was obsessed with his work, and was rarely home. Because of this, he bought many new slaves to take care of Drake and keep him company for him, while he spend all his time pent up at work, doing things Drake coudn't even imagen.
Surrounded by so many slaves, Drake would often try to help them as much as her could. He felt it morally wrong to act like he was above anyone human being, so he would try to pursuade them to run away from his uncle. None left, though, saying they had no where else to turn to. Drake was often treated with respect by these slaves, since he treated them like real people, and even considered them his real family. Often he tried to pay them, but not many accepted the payment.
Drake turned 17. By this time, Dr. Sander's work -after the vist to Kari Drake never aske what his uncle did again- was not doing well, and they had to let most of the slaves go. Drake was outraged. The night his uncle came home and delivered the news, Drake packed his limited things and important documents, grabbed all the money he had access to, and ran away in the dead of night followed by several slaves that were very protective and loyal to him. His plan was to last living on the streets and in motels until turning 18, when he'd get the money left to him. Few of the slaves were able to last that long, for a wide varity of reasons he doesn't want to talk about.
On his eighth birthday, he walked into the city bank, utteraly unreconizable after having spend months living it on his own. He kept his head held high, and claimed the family forturne... only to discover the sum had accumulated to well almost 800 million dollars.
He spends the money in moderation, and bought a building down town to take in escaped slaves off the streets or anyone else who needs his help.
Personality:
Assertive, brave, and courageous, he might be described as a lonely rich boy is not for his lack of interest in wealth. Drake always seems to be thinking thought he can be very disisive at times. Mannerly, disciplined, clever, and slightly criminal in his new life, his heart misses those that died to get him where he is now, but often pushes these feelings aside to keep a clear head.
Notes:
Truly he has a strong personality, and if asked he'll share his opinion. Drake often gets into fist fights defending his beliefs. He has been arrested many times in his youth, and learned how to outsmart threats, avoid obsticals, and picked up some how to fight on the streets. He's an excellet driver, and knows evasivly driving skills... even though he has no license. He sometimes enters street races, mostly underground, yet has no interest in bets or gambles.
He never excepts payment for his kindness, unless it is something he rightfully deserves. For protection, Drake carries around small hand guns he likes to tinker with, and only ever has and plans to use them on non-living things if need be (a.k.a. chains, locks, tires, warning shots.)
Puppeteer:
ii Kawaiia ii
Themesong:
Viva la Vida by Cold Play // Thanks for the Memories by Fall Out Boy

S l a v e s

Appearance: Human Form Wolf Form
Name: Natasamu Anaksuka.
Gender: Male.
Age: 17.
Orientation: Bisexual.
Race: Lycan.
Collar Tag Color: Bronze.
Biography: Natasamu, ever since birth, was made into a slave. He was sent to some wierd hostiple for babies in which they feed them milk that had special chemical in them. They gave Seth the same thing as he grew up but then milk turn to orange juice and hostiple turn into a special military base. There they tried thier best to train Natasamu into a well trained soldier while the chemical in his meals were suspose to make him into some sort of super soldier. Natasamu turned out to be a complete failure for he had no pysical strength compare to the others and seemed to be metaly illed for they said one thing then another thing.
Personality:He has split personalities which are like his pure and demonic thought. His main personality is kind and is a suck up to anyone. He hates to fight about anything and never dares to hurt anyone. His other personalities is rude selfish arrogant. He doesn't give a rat a** as to what people think of him and doesn't take insult too nicely.
Notes: Natasamu is a great singer, he would pratice during the night, quietly, while the other soldiers were asleep.
Puppeteer: Holy Stealth.
Themesong: I Write Sins Not Tragedies by Panic At The Disco.

Appearance:

Name: Micaiah Tskunomi
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Orientation: Straight
Race: Neko
Collar Tag Color: Gold
Biography: She was born into slavery, but was imididly put into testing for the military, she was used to test out both torcher devices and medicine for the soldiers. Once she got older she was put into the Slave Market. The only scars that stayed are on her back and are quite severe.
Personality: She is shy and timid, rarely speaking up. She can be quite easily excited, and distracted by shiny things.
Notes: She loves music and plays the cello beautifully. The only reason she found her natural talent of music was her previous owner, he had bought her instraments to try, he loved music to an obsession and needed her to play music for him. She did, and she played wonderfully, but she hasn't seen a cello in over a year now. She also sang, which she discovered one day when her owner threw her cello against the wall, being overcome by a panic attack. After her owner comitted suicide she had lost the cello from her posession, now she sings of saddness when the nights are their darkest and she is afraid. She also always carries around a cat plushie her previous owner also gave her, bandaged up after its eye fell off.
Puppeteer: Broken Carnival
Themesong: Castle of Sand - Kanon Wakeshima

Appearance: This is her.
Name: Akira Ochihiro
Gender: Female
Age: 14
Orientation: Bisexual
Race: Neko
Collar Tag Color: Striped Silver/Bronze
Biography: Akira Ochihiro was taken to an orphanage after her parents died in a car crash. This event devastated her so much that she often felt it was her fault and began to hurt herself. One day, the orphanage's children were taken to a military facility, where they were split into groups, one half taken to become soldiers, and the other experimented on. Akira was taken to the experimental half, where most of her happiness disappeared within a span of a few years. She grew nearly emotionless, but one of the serums administrated on her nearly killed her, with the side effect of making her mentally unstable. This caused her to often protest against any scientists, who then started using weapons on her. The absolute last serum used on her caused Akira to grow cat ears and a tail, joining her to the race of nekos. Soon after this the military base sold her into slave trade as she wasn't going to withstand much longer.
Personality: Akira is usually quiet and shy at times, but she tends to break out into unstoppable fits of violence, in which she tries to hurt herself or others.
Notes: Akira greatly enjoys playing with fire, and she loves warmth. The only way to get on her good side is to give her the fire or warmth that she wants, but she generally doesn't like people.
Puppeteer: paulaterra
Themesong: East Jesus Nowhere - Green Day

Appearance:

Also, like this.
Name: Tenrai. [Meaning 'Sound of Wind']
Gender: Female.
Age: 17.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Race: Ōkami.
Collar Tag Color: Silver/Black.
Biography: Since her conception, government scientists knew that she would be a very unique weapon. Correct, Tenrai was destined to be a weapon. The girl had grown up under intense supervision, and never truly knew what freedom was. Once in her teen years, they began testing her in the battlefield, and she proved to be a total success. Though, at the age of 15, she’d been fatally wounded, her heart nearly torn to shreds by shrapnel. Scientists frantically operated on her, giving her an artificial heart. It worked, and she lived. But, after two years or recovery, she’d become a nuisance to the military, and they 'honorably', more like dishonorably, discharged her, sending her straight into the Slave Market. Now, how could a heartless thing like her ever find happiness?
Personality: Dark, withdrawn, quiet, skittish, cynically pessimistic, though has a very down-to-earth, calm, free side, if give the opportunity to show it.
Notes: She loves nature, apples, tea, meat, and music, though she barely knows anything about them at all.
Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: Music Box - Thrice/Comptine d'un Autre Été - Amelie OST

Appearance:

Name: Mika Kagamine
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Orientation: Straight
Race: Neko
Collar Tag Color: Bronze/Silver
Biography: Mika was once a cheerful little being,but that was in the past.She lost most of her memory and she would usually get random flashbacks,whether if she is awake or asleep.All she remembers is being thrown into a cage and is still imprisoned in it until now.
Personality: Mika always has a bored look on her face and will attack when angered. She can be shy sometimes and as a neko,curiousity runs in her blood. Speaking of blood,whenever she see's something like it, she turns into a beast which is controlled by her own emotions.
Notes: Mika can sing very well and she assumes that she probably learned to sing from a previous master. She randomly sings in her cage to occupy her mind and entertain the others while the shopkeeper is away. Give her too much candy and you receive a hyperactive neko and some ear-splitting shrieks along the way.
Puppeteer: iCuteAsHell
Themesong: Dark Woods Circus - VOCALOID

Appearance:

Name: Kate Johnson
Gender:female
Age:16
Orientation:straight
Race:Perfect Human
Collar Tag Color:black
Biography: Kate was born into a lab and experimented on severly. Thats why she is as messed up as she is now. The scientist genetically altered her to the perfect human. Though that might be what the scientists called her, she was far from perfect. The scientists messed with her DNA but didnt put in a genetic trait for obidience.She rebelled alot and they could never get her under control. She was the first Perfect Human, the test run. The scientist gave her to the Slave Market and made more Perfect humans without the flaws she had.
Personality: Kate is unpredictable, and violent. She is very rebellious. Kinda has a dark look on life. And she is not very calm
Notes:A perfect human has the strenght of a body builder and very pretty looks. They are also very intelligent. They are also trained in different combat areas.
Puppeteer:Sweets-chan
Themesong:Jinx-Green Day

Appearance: [Learn to love me.]
Name: Samael B. Van den Berg
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Orientation: Bisexual- I'm just not biased.
Race: "Nue"
Collar Tag Color: He has a metal "collar" (More like hunk of metal or steel plate) impanted into his neck that is by default a metallic Black, but is painted over partially with Platinum. He usually has his neck covered in bandages to hide that collar, wearing a fake one over that. Whenever he can't wear anything around it, he wears a metal tag like earring on his ear to show his status.
Biography: Samael is a prim and proper slave by nature, much to his future masters' pleasures. However, his 'mother' (The scientist who created him) had other plans: He was to be the most creative experiment any living being seen to be created. His 'mother' calls him a 'living' Swiss Army knife' because of his unique body. He is part mechanical, human, and various other things, though he may look like a normal slave. His skin can change pattern and color to his will, just as various retractable weapons may be somehow pulled out of his body and folded back in. Because of this, he is referred to as a 'Nue', a creature of lore with the ability to hide its true form behind a despicable chimera guise. No one can easily discover such a low secret, as most who do see his flight usually end up dead. Because of his impanted 'collar', he has high speed regeneration and can only be killed by decapitation. Despite this, he was also given a free mind, a gentle and caring mind to serve others. Unlike most, he became a slave in his own choice, and is considered a very classy slave. He is treated as a slave, but works more as a bodyguard.
Personality: He is a practical and charming fellow, and gives off a more stereotypical butler like sense than a slave air. He is loyal to his master/mistress, and would even offer them any pleasure they desire at any cost at all. He is usually seen looking a little depressed, but gives off a slight smile thorughout, and will flirt occasionally. He cares deeply for fellow slaves, but cannot do such a thing to help them, as he himself is one. Supposedly, he loves his 'brothers and sisters' (Similar experiments to himself) but only loved his brother, who is half of his being(kinda like a twin). He longs to search for him after getting info on him, but cannot, as he is chained to Slave life. Because of his extreme devotion and loyalty, he is thought to be a masochist, despite all the harsh treatment he could possibly get.
Notes: It's not shown in the picture, but he has silverish-white lynx ears with a few black stripes, and through his usual gloves are nails that appear... I mean, they're like claws about to poke out.
Puppeteer: Nemuru_Rain
Themesong: Nocturne/The Day it All Came Down by Insomnium

Appearance:

Name: Kari
Gender: female
Age: 14
Orientation: straight
Race: human
Collar Tag Color: Black/platinum
Biography: born into a bankrupt family, Kari's parents were taken by the government for testing, along with Kari. Now she has powers she can't always control. She's bright for one so under privileged, and understands the way the mind works better than you know, though doesn't reveal as much. Now that she is getting older, they are putting her on the market.
Personality: well-educated, tactful, decisive, mindful. Might seem like a smart-mouth but is just honest.
Notes: abilities such as clairvoyance, enhanced physical being, awareness, and senses. Her mind was also "enhanced." She was a prototype of "super-humans." But they used it on her too young... She can't control them.
Puppeteer: iKawaiiChu
Themesong:Angles on the Moon - Thriving Ivory

Appearance:

Name: Rosaline Heartnet.
Gender: Female.
Age: 14.
Orientation: Straight, and let's keep it that way.
Race: Kinetic being. [Can have psychokinesis, pyrokinesis, telekinesis, etc.]
Collar Tag Color: Silver/Black.
Biography: By simply looking at her last name, you can concur that Rosaline is Seth's younger sister who was kidnapped at a very young age. To be exact, Rose was 3-years-old when she was taken by the Mafia. Seth had assumed that they either raised her as their own, or tortured and killed her. Well, he was mistaken. What happened to little Rose was much worse. Shortly after her kidnapping, the Mafia sold her to the military. Once there, they took no hesitation in testing hundreds upon thousands of chemicals, serums, and machinery on the poor kid. Eventually, they over-developed her mind, giving her unparalleled psychokinetic abilities. In the years that she was raised in the laboratory, her powers continued to grow and multiply, until now. Currently, she is held in a high-security steel container, as it is probably the only thing capable of suppressing her powers. And lately, the scientists have been plotting to euthanize her...
Personality: Cold, uncaring, lacks empathy, and independent. She has developed strong emotions of hatred and vengeance towards humans because of how she was treated by the majority of them as a child.
Notes: Her right eye is mechanical due to a complication during an experiment, and some of her internal organs are artificial. Her hair had bleached from repeated chemical poisoning, along with her iris pigmentation.
Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: Monster - Skillet / delete...,enter - Miku Hatsune [VOCALOID]

N o n - M a s t e r s / S l a v e s

Appearance:

Name: Sebastian [Kholodov].
Gender: Male.
Age: 19.
Orientation: Heterosexual.
Race: Human, though soul belongs to Satan.
Occupation/Wealth Status: Dmitri’s chauffer/butler.
Biography: Sebastian is basically Dmitri’s property, due to some pact made long ago between Dmitri’s parents and his. Sebastian’s family had been loyal servants to Dmitri’s for generations, which explains why he either goes by, plainly, 'Sebastian', or 'Sebastian Kholodov'. His parents had supposedly died of disease a few years ago, though he believes Dmitri poisoned them for being unproductive. He desperately craves revege, and will do whatever is necessary to achieve it. Even so, Sebastian works day by day, appearing uncaring and oblivious to Dmitri’s sick, evil experiments.
Personality: Loyal, exteriorily stoic, somewhat standoffish, yet can have a warm persona if away from Dmitri or free from duty.
Notes: Sebastian considers himself barely one step above a slave. He thinks that slavery is a terrible issue and should have never been used like this. He honestly wants to help the slaves Dmitri tortures, but can never find the courage to do so. He is furniture, after all.Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: Raindrops [Acoustic Guitar Ver.] - Francesca Sartori/Breathe Into Me - Red

Appearance:

Name: Akbar. [Meaning 'Great One/Great God']
Gender: Male.
Age: 3 years.
Orientation: Straight.
Race: Doberman Pinscher.
Occupation/Wealth Status: Dmitri's guard dog and pet.
Biography: Akbar was Dmitri's last gift from his parents before he killed them. Dmitri had raised him himself, refusing to let anyone train of watch Akbar except he himself. Akbar developed an undying loyalty towards Dmitri, and was loyal to the point of assisting Dmitri in punishing slaves. Basically, a bad slave would be put into the lab with Akbar and shut in there for hours and days at times. The rest was self-explanitory. Dmitri rarily goes anywhere without him, and when he does he locks Akbar outside, as if left inside, he'd probably attack his servants.
Personality: Loyal, devoted, cruel, and powerful.
Notes: He is fed fresh meat, making his used to biting into the flesh of slaves. In fact, it makes him hungry and he had occasionally eaten slabs of flesh from some dead slaves.
Puppeteer: r a i n b e l l s
Themesong: Frontline - Pillar

Appearance: [ Don't Look. ]
Name: Liselotte Kirsch
Gender: Female.
Age: 23
Orientation: Heterosexual. Don't ask if I can try bending another way.
Race: Human.
Occupation/Wealth Status: Full-time assassin, freelance journalist, and secretly an arms dealer. Because of her unique weapons dealing, she is quite rich, though she prefers not to look like it. She occasionally takes the role of a bodyguard, but only for a high price.
Biography: Her family is a fairly distant and cold family, rarely coming in contact with each other. Her mother is the daughter of a top trading company (An arms manufacture in disguise) while her father was an extremely loyal right-hand man in the same mafia Seth's father was involved with. Only Liselotte's father spent time with her, training her whenever he could, while her mother shunned such behavior. Finding her a much heiress to the family and wealth than her sickly brother, who had his mother's favor, her father dedicated his life into making her the perfect girl who can live in such a time. Eventually, her brother died along with his blazing envy and illness. Her mother also withered when the news came, and she, like Liselotte's father, spent her life teaching her the ways of business with much reluctance. The family fell apart even more when her father was gunned down, and she was forced to either take up her father's place temporarily or follow her mother's side. She tried to tie in both, but was eventually dismissed from the organization for a various reasons. She then spent her life earning money by collecting rare information(to sell it, of course), hired assassination of certain victims, and continuing her mother's work in dealing with artillery. Through this rough work, she came in contact with Seth, becoming a close friend of his.
Personality: She's a woman that's all about action and likes to get to the point in a very polite manner. Since she's always into the hiring business, she likes to get her earn quickly. Supposedly, however, she has a somewhat soft side for those the cares about, and feels slightly sympathetic towards the slaves. When she's not on her way to get the job done, she is more of a showy and witty woman and is usually found at a different bars in sporadic parts around the city. She refuses to admit she feels quite lonesome in this kind of situation.
Notes: The higher the offer, the better work she can do. So pay up, guys: 'Cause it's showtime! ;D She has a Mauser C96 and a Luger P08 under her long, black coat, both which are pistols. What else would she have, a Spectre M4? Probably.
Puppeteer: Nemuru_Rain
Themesong: Know Why the Nightingale Sings? by Nightwish

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[impiousLion]

. : A n n o u n c e m e n t s : .


November 30 - ?

The RP is currently accepting, so you may begin sending your profiles to me. We'll begin as soon as we have at least two slaves and two masters. :3

December 2 - ∞!

The RP will begin today! Start posting!! XD

December - Whenever we finish!

The Winter Festival will begin tomorrow RP-wise. Everyone must go, one way or another, haha. The festival is sort of a way of all the kind masters to show their slaves how much they appreciate their work for the whole year. In a sense, it's a slave's one day to be 'free' while still on a leash, metaphorically speaking.


C u r r e n t -D a t e / W e a t h e r


January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December

Sunny, Hot, Clear, Mild, Breezy, Windy, Cool, Cloudy, Drizzling, Raining, Thunderstorm, Chilly, Hailing, Snowing

Dawn, Morning, Noon, Afternoon, Sunset, Night

Story/Rules/Clarrification/Classification/Skeletons/Accepted Profiles/Announcements

 

[impiousLion]

Shadowed by thick, low altitude rain clouds, the city looked truly monochrome. The air was icy and bitter; the cold seeped into buildings, people, animals- chilling everything to the bone. The rain softly pelted the land, its rhythmic sounds playing little songs on window panes. Slaves within the shops could hear it, their skin yearning to feel the rain once more. It’s been too long since any of them have felt fresh air. Far too long…

Outside of a shop, in the middle of downtown, a limousine parked on the curb. An black umbrella popped out just as the passenger door opened, and Dmitri stepped out. His eyes were sadistically happy, as today, he would purchase a new slave. Straightening himself, the boy walked into a shop, head held high. Two guards walked up to him, and lead him into a very large, spacious, yet shadowy room farther in back of the shop, sealed with an steel door. There, inside were many bunk beds, all connected to the walls, a young slave handcuffed or chained to each. They all cowered, and pushed themselves to the wall, in a desperate attempt to hide. Lord knew their fear. No one knew who would be picked, or how this man would treat them, but they had no choice.
“My, my…All such cute little slaves,” Dmitri closed his umbrella and walked slowly passed the slaves, smirking as he did, “But which one…would best suite me?”
He kept walking, hoping that one slave would hopefully catch his attention.

 

[Vertigo Kaiju]

The dark weather suited the 5th street style home perfectly. Only one light was on, the entery way for once. So many rumors about this house. Did anyone still live there? Someone had just came by the door yesterday but...The door opened revealing a skinny man, nothing particularly strange. He took a step out revealing that he was wearing no shoes. He had on a white long-sleeve t-shirt and jeans. He walked slowly and it took him a good fifteen minutes to reach the gates. When he reached the streets, the gates slammed shut. The man began walking towards downtown. The house returned to its ghostly silence.

The few other pedestrians who took the risk of walking about stared at the man as they passes. He seemed to not even notice that they existed. He continued on at his own pace. 'off to get some petzez, so lonely at home...' He sang a strange tune in his head to himself. His face held a melencholic tone that eminated eerily with the city  

[cuvier]

Akira slowly awoke from a deep slumber. Trying to move around in this new cage was no use, as she quickly discovered. Noticing the newly attached collar on her neck, she clawed at it, trying to rip it off, but failing miserably. She quieted down as she noticed someone approach. Akira could only see her feet, but she knew enough to predict that it was probably a man, and she crawled as far back in her cage as she could go, away from the bars. She missed the fire. It was too cold for her in the cage, and the metal just made it worse. She wanted warmth.  

[impiousLion]

Dmitri stopped as he noticed something strange. One of the slaves seemed to not be too scared of his appearance. This simply wouldn't do. He leaned next to her cage, scowling at the girl for a moment, then gave her a fake smile.
"You seem brave. How about it? Want to come home with me?" He tapped one of the steel bars with his index finger, and gave her a sarcastic, hinting smile.

 

[cuvier]

As soon as the man tapped the steel bars, she looked at his finger as if it was going to kill her, so she crawled up to the front of the cage and snarled at him, trying to make him come closer so she could hurt him in some way. No lighter, no matches, this simply wouldn't do for Akira's needs. She didn't look at the man, deciding that what he said was stupid.  

[impiousLion]

“Hmm…Apparently not.” Dmitri sighed and stood up, “Suite yourself, kitty. I'll be here if you need me. But, it’s not like there aren’t hundreds of other slaves just like you. You're nothing special…Moving on…”
He continued walking. The room was very large, and extended for at least another hundred feet. Amazing, and this was only a small slave shop, not even close to what some of the others were like. Dmitri was a picky man when it came to slaves. After all, they were his only source of fun.

 

[cuvier]

Akira quickly realized the man had gone on. Nothing special? Not that she expected anything. She instantly felt regret, because she wanted to leave here. Maybe it'd be warm wherever this guy was. She was filling herself with what she knew was false hope. No normal master would give her what she wanted, and she knew. Still, she decided to speak, an unusual thing for her to do. "Will go..."  

[impiousLion]

Dmitri couldn't help but hear a little voice practically whisper something. He stopped walking, straining his hearing in the silent room. He turned around slowly, a blank expression of his face.
"What did you say? I didn't quite catch that." He spoke almost sarcastically, as if knowing that the cat would regret her actions.

At that moment, another man stepped through the large steel door. It slammed shut behind him with a loud, thundering bang. Seth's eyes scanned the room as he began to walk slowly forward. He gave off a strong, cold aura, not like Dmitri. He wasn't here to find a victim, or worker, but a partner. In crime. It was time Seth found an apprentice. The business he was in was difficult for one man to handle alone.

 

[cuvier]

Akira sighed."I will go..." she said, a bit louder. Instantly she retreated to the back of her cage. Talking was something she absolutely did not like doing. She heard another person walk in, and wondered who it was. Not that she cared much, it was quite pointless to be alive here. It seemed to have gotten colder, but Akira decided it must have been the other man opening a door, letting cold air in. On instinct, she began shivering.