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+maybe this time tomorrow+
*she looked at the pizza, with a rather longing look. She hadn’t eaten in about a month. Ahimoth refused to feed her. She let out a soft sigh, it coming from deep in her chest. She looked about ready to faint. But kept on standing strong fearing what the other would do. She looked down again*
“What are parents m’lord?
*she never had them, she was born in the trade. Therefore taken away form her mother when she was only 2 months old, maybe younger. She never knew what parents were. A series of slaves raised her so she wouldn’t have a bond with anyone. She was never taught what a parent was. She never had the love of a family. She was only showed hate. Grew up with pain, the most she had to love was sadly Daman. A man that usually abused and hated everyone enslaved her. And treated her like a daughter. But that lasted not even a year. She was kidnapped and then dragged around turned back into a slave.*
+the rain will cease to follow+
Name: Duvessa
Nickname: Vessa (or whatever you want)
Age: 7
Gender: Female
Species: Mage/slave
Owner: Ahimoth
Powers: None that she knows of. Has to be taught. (will be powerful if taught right)
Training: normal slave work, as well as ‘odd’ jobs. Used as a chew toy and a bed toy etc
Appearance: Dark brown/black hair that falls down to her midback slightly wavy. Dark brown eyes. slightly tanned skin, very thin. Scars mark most of her body. Has a very light one down her cheek from a whip, has a long one down her back, and chest
Personality: quiet. doesn’t talk to people most of the time. She usually refuses to talk to anyone, and will never speak first. She keeps to herself, and tries to stay away from crowded areas. Very self reliant despite her young age. She some what cold, she afraid to trust people. She blocks out any help offered to her. She doesn’t like adults. She almost seems terrified of them. Though she not openly rude, she is very respectful. More fearful of males.
Past: She was born into a vampire slave trade. She was raised as such for the first 2 years of her life. at age 2 she was bought by someone that treated her not as a salve but a daughter. She was happy the damage done was undone, then at 3 she was kidnapped by an enemy of her ‘owner’ she was then thrown around as slave again for a year when at age four she was abandoned but it wasn’t long after that she was found again. She has been thrown around a lot from owner to owner. Always abused by them, treated as a punching-bag. Other slaves treated her as a scapegoat. They blamed her for everything and allowed her to take there beatings.
Happiness is just a word to me
And it might have meant a thing or two
If I'd known the difference
Emptiness, a lonely parody
And my life, another smokin' gun
A sign of my indifference
Always keepin' safe inside
Where no one ever had a chance
To penetrate a break in
Let me tell you some have tried
But I would slam the door so tight
That they could never get in
Kept my cool under lock and key
And I never shed a tear
Another sign of my condidtion
Fear of love or bitter vanity
That kept me on the run
The main events at my confession
I kept a chain upon my door
That would shake the shame of Cain
Into a blind submission
The burning ghost without a name
Was calling all the same
But I wouldn't listen
The longer I'd stall
The further I'd crawl
The further I'd crawl
The harder I'd fall
I was crawlin' into the fire
The more that I saw
The further I'd fall
The further I'd fall
The lower I'd crawl
I kept fallin' into the fire
Into the fire
Into the fire
Suddenly it occurred to me
The reason for the run and hide
Had totaled my existnce
Everything left on the other side
Could never be much worse that this
But could I go the distance
I faced the door and all my shame
Tearin' off each piece of chain
Until they all were broken
But no matter how I tried
The other side was locked so tight
That door it wouldn't open
Gave it all that I got
And started to knock
Shouted for someone
To open the lock
I just gotta get through the door
And the more that I knocked
The hotter I got
The hotter I got
The harder I'd knock
I just gotta break through the door
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Gotta knock a little harder
Break through the door
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