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These are my slaves, I hope you find one that's to your liking.

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Name
Jason

Collar Color
Dark Grey

Age
19

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Name
Clair De Lune

Collar Color
Light Grey

Age
19

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Name
Eriko

Collar Color
White

Age
23

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Name
Neal Lockheart

Collar Color
Light Grey

Age
18

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Name:
Jason

Age:
19

Height:
5'10"

Gender:
Male

Persona:
Jason holds back for no one, what you see is what you get, he is sarcastic, usually rude, and brutally honest. To him life is to short for stupid masks, but honestly he could use a tongue with a duller edge.

History:
Jason grew up in a family that believed that image is everything, his parents were obsessed with how people saw them. Jason and his siblings were to always be on their best behavior no matter what. When he was a kid it was just a fact of life, but as he grew older he started to see how broken his parents were. In order to create the illusion of a perfect family they had plunged themselves deep in a debt they had no intention of paying, their home was empty because they spent all their money on the surface. The house the cloths, the cars. It was insane, and his siblings just went along for the ride. He was different though, he wouldn't be drawn in, not really. He kept up the perfect kid act out of love and fear of his parents, but with friends he was different. As soon as eighteen hit he was gone, bumming off friends who knew what his 'home' was like.

This life went on for a while, but eventually the hospitality ran dry, and he was on the streets. He was a little hoodlum, and got beat within an inch of his life more than once. Once during a particularly bad beating, after they were already losing interest, and where going to leave him to bleed he yelled after them, "What is that all ya got?" That just enraged them, but no matter how they hit him he wouldn't shut up. Eventually they started to get creative. Noticing that even with all the blood and the broken nose Jason had a nice face. They picked him up, and at first they had there own plans for him, but once Jason realized he was not gonna let that s**t fly. He proved to be to much to handle, and since he was already a guy it just wasn't worth it. They sold him to the Center, thinking that he would suffer enough there. He made it in with just a few fractures, and his old cocky grin. He just goes on like he's on a paid vacation thinking "I can leave whenever I want." He was never one to measure the gravity of a situation.

He was given the Dark Grey Collar after kicking the crap out of a guard who decided to get a bit to personal.

Current Master:
None

Collar Color:
Dark Grey

Charms:
White Feather
Hawk
Crow

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[lexireth]

Name:
Clair De Lune

Age:
19

Height:
6'0"

Gender:
Male

Persona:
Lune is a cocky boy, he's confident that nothing is ever as bad as it seems which makes him able to lighten a mood and give some killer pep-talks. He's the life of the party, always wanting to make his buddies smile, and never wearing a frown, even around people who make him want to punch walls. This also comes with it's flaws because he rarely takes a situation seriously, he's never on guard, and he's rarely prepared properly.

History:
Lune was a street dweller, he was orphaned fairly young thanks to a mugging, and not wanting to got with the "scary" people he ran. He survived on the street for a long time thanks to some skills his dad passed on like picking locks and pockets, odiously his dad wasn't some rich businessman. He made many friends in the same situation since it was a pour community to say the least. Over the years of robbing together the group formed there own sort of family, and Lune just naturally fell into the captains seat with his 'go for it' attitude. Eventually the little band started to travel, they even made it to France at one point which is around the time Lune adopted his name. They were already calling him Loon anyway so he thought it was perfect, even though he had no idea what it meant. That's also where he stole his outfit, he got them off of some private school students, afterwords saying, "Now we're official, we match." The group often stole, and tricked people to get by, nothing serious, but to them a lot of things weren't serious. Like for instance steeling from a powerful Italian mob was apparently no big deal. It wasn't Lune's idea, but he thought it sounded fun, and actually it was a success until the mob found them. Lune was shot, and he doesn't know about the others, but the mob took him in, sold him to some British guy, and that guy sold him to the Center.

He's just cooperating and taking it easy, because really what's the worst that could happen? Though he has picked the locks for fun enough times to get his belt taken away, all his zippers removed, and his shoelaces confiscated, and he wasn't even really trying. He's also gotten on the guards bad side for picking their pockets, old habits really die hard, if only he would use his skills to try and escape, but thinking ahead isn't one of his talents.

(Side Info: Lune is good with his hands, and various blades. Mostly because they're shinny, but whatever. Not so much with guns, he's shot himself four times from spinning them with his fingers. He was imitating old American cowboy movies. Clair De Lune is not his original name, he gave it to himself because he didn't like Leonardo Durango. He also speaks with a very very faint Spanish accent, because he's originally from Spain.)

Current Master:
Tohru or Tori Kasami

Collar Color:
Light Grey

Charms:
White Feather
Owl
Hawk
Dove

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Name:
Eriko

Age:
23

Height:
5'9"

Gender:
Male

Persona:
Eriko is very kind happy soul, he is a great judge of character, and will treat you as he sees fit. If you are on the receiving end of his affection you will never meet someone more eager to please. He is generally kind, and very charismatic. He feels the strong need to be needed and to protect which comes with its own problems.

History:
Tadao was a young boy once, with dark hair and honey colored eyes who worked on his family's rice fields just like everyone else. He had a beautiful wife Amiko who always thought she deserved better than the life of a farmer. She often complained, and threw fits, Tadao brushed off the tantrums, and went on happy as ever, giving Amiko all the love he had. That simply wasn't enough for her. Not a year after they were married she ran away with a young lord that could give her the life she wanted. When Tadao found out he was crushed and he wanted revenge. He buried Eriko his dog up to his neck and placed food around him just out of reach. It took days for the dog to die, and the whole time Tadao only talked of his own suffering. When Eriko finally died, he became an inugami. Tadao then forced him to punish Amiko and the young lord for their sins. Tadao watched as Eriko tore his wife apart only shedding a single tear, and as the tear fell Eriko turned on his master. Eriko took Tadao's body for himself, and dragged Tadao's sole to hell for his own sins. Tadao's body was now Eriko's. For the longest time Eriko traveled the world aimlessly still feeling the sting of his master's betrayal. He would often take time to punish the world's traitors eventually becoming a legend himself. The punishments would sooth him for a short while, but he still felt empty inside. It wasn't until he spoke with a young dog that he realized what he needed. The dog spoke if his strong love towards his master and why it filled his life with purpose. The pup's words amazed Eriko. Through all his years he had never realized what this young dog knew naturally. What Eriko needed was a master, someone to care for, to protect, and so he sold himself into slavery in search of a master of any kind. One he could give his loyalty.

Current Master:
Anaquelus Requaler

Collar Color:
White

Charms:
White Feather
Dove
Owl
Killdeer

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[lexireth]

Name:
Neal Lockheart

Age:
18

Height:
5'7"

Gender:
Male

Persona:
Neal is a bitter person. He is not quick to respect or even speak to others unless he sees it as absolutely necessary. The best way to get his attention is to piss him off because he sees all people as backstabbing demons that are below him, he just loves to tell them off.

History:
Neal was once just a student, he had many interests, a few talents, and he spoke in an charming way which made him very popular particularly with girls. He was happy, and was very open trusting anyone who came along with a kind face with all his secrets. This became his undoing when a secret got out that ruined how people saw him, and how he saw the world. A girl he considered his best friend confessed to him, and he simply told her the truth, then out of spite she spread the word and his life became a cliché hell. For around two years he was beaten to a pulp every two or three weeks, and people even those he thought were friends slowly stopped speaking to him other than the occasional insult. He began to hate the world, he often just spent hours in his room with music blaring, when finally after a particularly bad incident his parents took him out of school.

After a while in home-school his hate cooled to a harsh bitterness. He had come to the conclusion that he was the only decent person in the world, and that everyone else wasn't worth his anything. Eventually his parents got word of how the bullying had actually started, and insisted that he get treated for his 'condition' and he simply ran away. He had stopped loving those people long beforehand anyway so it was nothing.

He struck out on his own and he was doing well for himself, he was in college, he was pursuing a career in singing, he might have even called himself happy. Then he was abducted and sold to the Center. He didn't know what happened, but he figured it out quickly. He was almost sold once, but he back-sassed the customer, landing himself with a darker collar, and a smack in the face. He's scared out of his mind, but is somehow keeping a level head.

(Side Info: In case I was to discreet, Neal is homosexual, and the only reason the Center even knows he can sing is because the people who sold him brought in a video of him doing so, Neal refused to show them.)

Current Master:
None

Collar Color:
Light Grey

Charms:
White Feather
Owl
Egg
Nightingale

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