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Subject: ~Maybe I wasn't meant to fly~ Author: Amaud [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:47:47 04/09/05 Sat In reply to: Christina 's message, "~Living Amongst The Shadows~" on 23:05:41 04/09/05 Sat 1,2 he's coming for you! 3,4 better lock your door 5,6 crucifix 7,8 stay up late 9,10 you’ll never sleep again! *The figure sat quietly in the corner of the hallway; he had arrived a little earlier to the apartments. The building had gained his attention, his curiosity needed to explore something new. But it had proved to be quite the waste of time, so why was he still here? That was a very good question, and in truth there was no true answer to it. head lifting from it’s resting place on his knees, gaze moving over the hallway as a some what familiar aura ran over his skin. Eyebrows rising, he shifted his weight. Pushing him self up gracefully into a standing position. He slowly moved down the hall towards the stairwell, slipping into. Jogging up the steps, he came to the 2nd floor, the one he felt the sense of power was coming form. Feet silent as they moved over the rugged floor, being cautious just incase he was walking into a trap. The apartment wasn’t that hard to pinpoint. It helped that the door wasn’t closed completely. Hand reaching out towards it, pushing it open with gentle pressure it barely moving. Stepping forward he hovered in the doorway his frame staying back slightly.* “milady?” *A hint of curiosity in his tone, as well as concern. Though why he cared, not even he was sure.* + When your scared just count to 10 You will feel all good again When its dark just count to 8 The boogeyman will hide and wait When you see him count to five Pray that will stay alive + Name: Amaud Nickname: Ama, Mau, ma, maud, aud, Amd, Ame, Amell, Amey, Ami and whatever else he was called. Age: early 20’s Gender: Male Species: Demon and shifter. Animal: any he wants Master: Cain Training: Guard, fighter, can be used as a trainer, sex/pleasure, breeding, etc Powers: known for his ability to heal not only himself but others as well, because of this in Germany he was one of the ‘doctors’/healers that helped with sick or injured slaves. He has the ability to talk using his mind, to anyone though he only uses when he is told he is aloud. He has forms of mental shields as well as control of others, but also doesn’t use it. Can shift whenever he wants, and Appearance: ashen blonde hair that has somewhat darker blonde streaks through it, not really long but long enough to fall into his face. Natural light blue eyes, but can change with his mood from anywhere from dark brown to green, to even some stranger colors. Has a nice size build, at about 6ft, and weighing about 190 pounds, all of the weight being in muscle. He appears healthy, and is obviously well cared for by whoever his master is. He has a fair complexion, that complete his blond hair blue eyed, look. Minor to no scaring the only one that stands out is the marking on his shoulder. Cyne, with an A with a small 1 subscript at the bottom showing which trade he belongs too. Can often be mistaken for slightly younger then he is. Personality: He is one of the top slaves of his building, and in every way the perfect slave. Having the best of training, bloodlines/breeding, and care behind him he is quite the ‘catch’ for most slave owners. He is very respectful, and there doesn’t seem to be one rebellious bone in body, if anything he seems to enjoy his work. Aiming to please whoever is in charge of him at the time. He is always ready for orders and the type that will do what is asked of him the first time around. He loves attention from his master, but not really the type to go out and beg for it. He is quiet, and intelligent which shows in his eyes. There always something going on in his head, but it never hidden and it never bad. To those who are not his master he is friendly. Never the type to fight, even if pushed to the point that he has to fight, he would never finish it unless told to. There is no harshness in him at all, though on rare occurrences one can push him to violence. History: He was born about 21 years ago to two of Cyne’s personal slaves, born into her care she raised him and did his basic training. Once he hit the age of 4 he was sent to his next master, for more in dept training which Cyne didn’t think she had enough time to give the young boy the attention he needed. He was passed around a lot, Cyne making sure he got the best training in almost every aspect he could. He went to his current master (Cain) when he was only 11, and that where he remains. His use as a ‘pleasure’ slave started earlier though, and he is often lent, or rented out to other vampires. He is one of the best in this field, and though can be used for fighting because of this is often not. Scaring of any type running his image, and his appearance being one the most important things. Isolated Alone apart Isolated Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again Until I’m free Here I stand in this room Caged and trapped inside Seems I’m damned to live a lie Unaware of what's outside Should I care For what's left me behind And I stare at light that makes me blind Internally there's nothing left for me to be I’m here alone and isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Struggling Left alone Apart See I have no choice but be isolated Threatened Forced to extract the heart Pushed aside Made segregated Have no choice but be The monsters make me hide Perhaps I’ll eat myself alive Internally there's nothing left for me to be I can't care for what's left me behind And stare at light that makes me blind These broken walls trap me inside, I’m isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Threatened Forced to extract the heart Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Have no choice but be Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again Until I’m free Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again Until I’m free And I stare at light that makes me blind Internally there's nothing left for me to be I’m all alone And Isolated Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Threatened Forced to extract the heart Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Threatened Forced to extract the heart Have no choice but be isolated Struggling Left alone Apart Pushed aside Made segregated Threatened Forced to extract the heart Ill never crawl again, ill never fall again Until I’m free + They only hit until you cry And after that you don't ask why+ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ~Neither was I~ Christina 10:59:56 04/10/05 Sun ~Neither was I~ (THIS ONE) -- Christina, 15:28:00 04/13/05 Wed