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Date Posted: 19:37:33 09/02/04 Thu
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*he had been there for the revolt where Mal’s owner died. They all knew who did, but wouldn’t dare speak. It was the unspoken law of the slaves. Don’t tell on your ‘allies’*
“I tried to kill my owner, who happen to be Daeva at the time… for this”
*she lifted the shirt, the burn still looked bad. It was red and rather fresh looking despite being at least a week old. Daeva wasn’t a good owner, very short tempered it wasn’t rare for her to pull out something such as fire or magic to punish you.*
“Esh missed the heart but we got out. But this stupid ass found me, and Cyne found him with me. And figured he be the one to break me”
*she said it in a voice that said ‘yeah right’ she closed her eyes silently, resting one arm behind her head the other folded over her stomach, giving her a strangely peaceful appearance*
“they can keep dreaming… I ain’t bowing for no one… especially not for this one… I rather die alone then live here, and die miserable and bowing to some half-life like them. They can…”
*her voice faded off, not finishing that thought probably for the better. He was a perfectly trained slave. Who knew if he go run and tell on her. His brother would, she hated his brother… and oh how that was still a lie. It still hurt to think about what he did to her. She had put all her trust in him, it was a stupid decision. Sighing softly at the thought she remained quiet for a bit.*
“anywhere outside is nice… especially compared to that ‘nightmare’ we called a home. It’s name fits it. 13 years and a week ago was my first view of the sky…”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Date Posted: 20:17:47 09/02/04 Thu
*he nodded. He remembered the revolt, and Daeva, or at least stories he’d heard of her. He was one of the so called ‘presentable’ slaves, so it wasn’t uncommon for him to have encountered other slave owners, or their slaves.* “this must be horrible, for you” *his words sounded slightly forced and weren’t backed by much understanding. But that was slowly starting to change, he did after all get his powers back* “and yeah, outdoors just sort of pull at you once you see them. Always have for me, but I actually got to see outdoors, at least through windows. But now, it’s different. I did just get back my abilities with my free blood status. It’s like I’m feeling it all in a new way, you know?” *and she would be one to. It all felt different with his powers back. His senses were slowly recovering, becoming more acute and so on*
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Date Posted: 20:56:27 09/02/04 Thu
“it was something your brother kept from us…”
*it was said bitterly, as for some reason she moved closer to him. she liked his company, it was relaxing despite them being completely different in almost every way… maybe that was why. Opposites did attract didn’t they? Brushing her blonde hair out of her face she rolled on her side to face him. Propping her head up on her hand.*
“how can you let them break you? Let them control everything about you. They control when you eat, when you sleep, when you wake evne when you go to the bathroom. You’re not living, you’re…”
*she shrugged at a loss of words. Not knowing what she wanted to say, it just seemed to completely baffle her how one could let themselves be controlled so completely. She shifted again looking out of place. closing her eyes she sat up, hugging her knees to her chest*
“it stupid, this whole thing is stupid. Why are we below them? because we aren’t some stupid hellions that drink blood. I would think that make them the lower creatures”
*She laid back down, her head resting in his lap, her eyes sliding completely closed. Sighing heavily she ran a hand up from the ground to her hair, playing with a stray strand of hair. She looked completely out of place in the position it was odd, especially for her.*
“I like it here better away from that stupid fucking Korbin… I hate your brother you know… at least here I am away from him for good hopefully*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Date Posted: 11:50:47 09/03/04 Fri
*he sighed and shrugged, looking unsure* “I don’t know. It’s just the way it always been. Maybe I’m just naturally a people-pleaser. They were just able to mold me, I don’t know why. Maybe I was scared…” *he was at a loss for words. It was hard to explain himself when he rarely had the chance to consider what he was doing, and why. It was a dangerous thing to let slaves consider, since it was what led to revolts* “I guess they’re just powerful, and most people can’t stand up to that and keep them out. You do both, so you just don’t see it the same way” *a puzzled look passed his face when she laid her head in his lap. But he took it, without questioning, like he always did with everything. He sighed at the mention of his brother. He didn’t know him too well, and didn’t really deal with him. They may have been brothers by blood, but there was no such thing as a family atmosphere in the slave trade. He wasn’t even picking up on any of her possibly implied feelings or sentiments* “did he do something that you specifically want to be away from him?”
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Author:
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Date Posted: 14:35:49 09/03/04 Fri
“I miss my friend Ci… you let them take that from me”
*Ci had been her best friend before he was broken. Now look at them… well him. he seemed barely comfortable with her. She opened her eyes turning her body to face him looking up with out lifting her head from his lap. She had longed for their old friendship after the incident. Someone to run to, to talk to. instead of doing what she did best. Locked it up inside to never be seen by anyone. She shrugged slightly*
“just stupid shit… he was sent to help break me, you were there weren’t you?”
*he at least knew of their relationship, he was there for that part when it started. When she had thought it was real, odd really how blind even she could be. But everyone was blind to something, he had been her blindness.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 15:45:05 09/03/04 Fri
| | “sorry” *it was all he could think of to say, although it didn’t help and couldn’t be changed. He was relaxed around her, more relaxed than he was with anyone else or even alone, though it didn’t seem much of a change. But he did speak freely with her, showing that he had some relationship they once had, though it wasn’t the friendship they’d once shared* “yeah, I heard of it, and I know you had a thing, but I wanted to hear it from you” *that went along with the ‘trust no one’ attitude that a slave could easily develop, although it was doubtful that he had that full mentality*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Author:
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Date Posted: 16:01:53 09/03/04 Fri
“a thing? Maybe in my mind. never in his. I was his toy… stupid me”
*She said it making herself sound completely amused, despite the words obviously hurting. She sighed heavily, resting an arm over her face looking completely tired, worn from life itself*
“I am so damned stubborn, I refuse to bow. But what good is it really? They take everything anyway… they make sure my life is miserable… but my life my attitude, who I am all I have. And I won’t give me up, they can take as much as they please but they never break me”
*He had said that once, had said he would never give in to them, never bow at their feet. Now look at him, it hadn’t taken them terribly long. She had been crushed when he returned, and acted as if he didn’t even know her. She had lost her only friend*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Author:
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Date Posted: 16:47:13 09/03/04 Fri
| | “your mind is all you have. And it’s just is his role, to hurt people. But you still didn’t give in to him. You’re stronger than I ever was or will be. Call it stubbornness, you still got it” *his voice held a slight tone of admiration* “theoretically, I don’t have to live in fear and submission, but I can’t stand up to anyone, I can’t take care of myself. I lost that all quite a while ago” *but he did want it back. He was free blood, and shouldn’t be tied to any place, or person, but he didn’t know how to undo all that, how to undo a near life filled with being a slave and following orders*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Date Posted: 17:07:15 09/03/04 Fri
“no but I fell for it… that enough for me…”
*She sighed heavily, shaking her head at his words or tried to. it didn’t work since her head was on his lap… it was strange and hard to tell there was a 5 year age difference between them*
“let yourself be free CI.. that’s all it takes. Stop giving into every goddamned thing.”
*She sat up silently pushing herself next to her resting her head on his shoulder closing her eyes again*
“it just takes you wanting to… and stop fearing them… Cyne would kill anyone who even touched you in a way she sees inappropriate”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 17:40:58 09/03/04 Fri
| | “easier said then done. I don’t even know how. Why do you think I ended up here? I just didn’t have the courage, the mind, the anything to say ‘no’. And that does me in. I’m just too weak. Besides, they’re meant to be feared, and do I want to live under Cyne’s ‘watchful eye’ all my life? There’s just all these new questions and I can’t answer them, and…I don’t know, I guess I want to” *she made it sound as if it was so simple, and he just couldn’t explain why it was so hard. It just was, and he was slowly trying to deal with it*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 18:32:59 09/03/04 Fri
*she sighed softly resting her head forhead on his shoulder, probably completely frustrated with him. Shaking her head sounding a mix of annoyed and just plain defeated*
“then forget the world… we don’t need it. Come with me we can get away from this hellhole. Find somewhere they won’t find us”
*she had no idea where that someplace would be but it had to be somewhere didn’t’ there? (there’s a place for us somewhere a place for us…. Had too… donno why) She sighed heavily there had to be somewhere they were they could be free and remain free. She had no idea why her certain interest in him again either… maybe she never really stopped liking him… and he was acting more like her friend less like the abused puppy. She had missed him.*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 20:11:55 09/03/04 Fri
| | “just like that? You really got me convinced, take me now and I’ll never come back” *he was being slightly sarcastic, but he knew it was nearly impossible. But she was truly starting to convince him. He did want the freedom, he just didn’t know how to get it and if he could truly get it* “Meria, Rome wasn’t built in a day.” *somehow he felt he’d turn into a ‘project’ which was what he started as, what many slaves started as. But this was going the other way. He was willing to try, even jeopardize his nicely acquired position; he just couldn’t do it on his own. He needed some direction. He’d always been somewhat of a follower, less of one before than the pathetic one he was now. And for some reason, he was especially willing to try with her guidance. He probably saw her as a friend, though he wouldn’t say it or mention it. Sometimes going through friends was an easier and faster way to get to people. They’d tried it with her and his brother, and she’d been stubborn enough not to let it work. But he wasn’t like her, not anymore*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 21:11:55 09/03/04 Fri
*She leaned up kissing his cheek softly, leaning into him again. Brushing her hair out of her face she snorted slightly at his words*
“No… it wasn’t. give me a few days to get us a safe Haven and I promise I’ll get us out of here okay?”
*She raised both eyebrows as if asking how it sounded. But to lazy to actually voice it. closing her eyes she settled against him*
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 20:21:00 09/04/04 Sat
| | *he blinked back when she kissed him, but didn’t move. He hadn’t expected that from her. After a slight hesitation to listen to her question, he very loosely wrapped an arm around her. It was very tentative; he couldn’t possibly be good with this ‘self-motivated’ stuff. He shrugged softly. He wanted to argue…but that was entirely against her point* “okay, that’s fine. I’m not even supposed to be here, nothing holds me here besides myself and whatever thoughts he has of me belonging to him. But you…watch out for yourself. I know you’re free in your mind, but your body tells otherwise” *basically, Cyne would defend him if it came to it. She might actually even defend her. If Meria did run away, it would just prove that Dorjan was incapable of training her. But she’d still be a fugitive*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Author:
Ria
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Date Posted: 20:33:11 09/04/04 Sat
“Eshne will help us…”
*she said it as if automatically as if Eshne would help them no questions asked. Esh has been the one to help her escape in the first place she sighed heavily.*
“I am sure she’ll give us shelther I just have to get in touch with her… that’s not easy. I don’t know where she lives… she didn’t want me knowing for some reason… I am not quite sure why… something about not putting her family in danger…”
*she wrinkled her nose slightly*
“maybe she won’t help… but she will tell us where we can get help… she remained free for five years”
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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Author:
Ci
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Date Posted: 21:04:08 09/04/04 Sat
| | *he nodded* “alright, either way. It sounds like she can help. If she did it at least twice, she knows how” *twice was her own escape and then the one Meria mentioned* “and with five years, she has to have the know-how” *oddly, even with the prospect of freedom, he was still keeping his tone neutral. Not that he didn’t want to be excited; maybe he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be.* “but what will we do once were free?” *it was an odd question, but if he was going to leave the chains of slavery behind, why would he want to run into a life of hiding out*
Name:
Ciaran Nusair
Nickname:
Kai, Ci, Cerny(pronounced cheir-ny), and was called several other names over the years
Age:
18
Gender:
male
Appearance:
Raven black hair, that is limp and greasy, and is just about chin-length all around. He has very dark, almost beady, eyes. Olive skin covers his muscular build, as do many scars. Majority of the scars are on his back and legs, though the visible ones are on his arms. Almost all are whip marks, though some are from chains, belts, and restraints that were kept too tight.
Personality:
Submissive and withdrawn. He’s having a hard time being alone, but doesn’t much want it any other way. Avoids people if he can, and is weary and suspicious of everyone. Has an ingrained belief that someone is out to get him, to send him back, which is why he’s being evasive. Oddly polite and obedient when confronted, proving he was well trained.
Past:
Was tangled up in the vampire slave trade at a young age. His powers have been bound since he was 10, and he has recently been bought and freed from the slave trade, his powers given back. He isn’t used to them, so he doesn’t use them too often. He is trying them out occasionally, though certain emotions seem to make him shift involuntarily. Since he is purebred, he did once father a child, which would be around 3 now. He doesn't speak of it.
Powers:
as far as he knows, he is simply and ‘avian shifter’ (can only change into different birds)
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird fly Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
--Blackbird, The Beatles
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Ria
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Date Posted: 16:07:58 09/05/04 Sun
*She gave a half shrug, not looking all that interested in the question. She probably wasn’t. Brushing her blonde hair from her face she plopped backwards again*
“You worry too much CI… it’s quite irritating…”
*She said it in a off handed voice, she had been rather ‘friendly’ with him, very out of character. Who knew what the girl was up too, if she was up to anything at all. it was hard to tell with her… but she wouldn’t really completely allow herself to open up to anyone. Or attach herself to anyone, old friend though. he had been like a brother to her once… but that was a long time ago. Things change, she knew that. But if she was going to ‘get out of here’ or try to at least. She wasn’t getting in trouble alone… okay maybe she had ulterior motives who knew. Maybe in truth she was lying to herself, though in truth at the moment her one goal was freedom. And what better person to put trust in then someone you know Cyne would protect?*
Name:
Kanoni
Nickname:
Kan, Noni, Kany, whatever else she was called by her many owners
New Name:
Meria
New Nickname:
Meri, Ria
Age:
13
Gender:
Female
’Occupation’:
Runaway Slave
’ Species’:
Avian-Shifter might be part necromancer
Appearance:
Golden blonde hair that falls to about her mid-back, usually it is left down and unkempt causing it to fall down over her shoulders and into her face. Strange golden eyes, that give her an almost exotic look, though sometimes they appear more black then gold. She is rather petite in build, making her rather agile and light weight. Despite being small she is rather well built, combined with her fair skin, and rather ragged appearance it obvious she is not completely normal just by looking at her. Her pale complexion gives away lack of sunlight from having lived behind walls her whole life. Scars also cover her, the majority of them on her back, and legs, most of them are from whips, on her back from her ‘training sessions’ with her many owners, on the legs from them forcing her to bow, there are also some from blades, belts, chains, and whatever else used to punish or restrain her.
Personality:
She is anything but a well trained slave. Crafty and rebellious, she was known for being a trouble maker. She was the one that went out of her way to cause problems and get herself in trouble. Hated by the salves and trainers alike for her loud and rowdy behavior she was traded around a lot. Trying to find someone that could actually handle her, and because of this developed a very cocky attitude. She is not in the least bit submissive, nor is she withdrawn. But she still avoids people if she can, knowing for a fact that she is being looked for. Scared of nothing, none of her masters ever learned to put fear in the young fem. And though she was born in the salve trade, she couldn’t seem to be broken. Whippings didn’t help since she didn’t seem to mind the pain, and she wasn’t afraid to die, so because of this she was determined untrainable by all who dealt with her. She is a troublemaker, and very full of herself. She is openly rude to everyone, and down right abusive to other slaves. Cold and rather hard, she probably be better off left as free blood
Past:
She was born into the slave trade Alpdrücken, and for the first 2 years of her life she was kept by an owner who treated her as nothing more then a pet. At the age of 3 she was sold to another vampire. Lacking any training, her new owner was ordered to train her. Having her powered bound, she was suddenly expected to life the role of the slave she was. This was when the trouble starting, refusing to submit she put up a fuss. Gaining herself more beatings then even she can remember, and that was only the first year of training. She was passed from owner to owner, no one being able to quench her fiery attitude. She kept acting up, kept causing scenes and kept being openly rude. Finally Cyne had enough with her, and her games, forcing her owner to give the girl up Cyne took claim over her. But before she ever even made it to Cyne’s clutches, she gained help of a vampire who was against the slave trade. Attacked her owner, and escaped. Not long after her escape she gained her powers back. She still not used to them, but has been doing her best to learn them. She been testing out what she knows, almost seeming to abuse them. She is still wanted by Alpdrücken though Cyne would easily sell her to another trainer, since she is such a nuisance
Powers:
she only knows that she is a Avian-shifter meaning she can turn into any kind of bird she wants. Though she has other powers, she doesn't know them. her necromancer blood makes her close to impossible to train
I remember her as a child
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How she lusts when she remembers
The night of her first blow
She always wanted to know
How far could she really go
Inflamed, a dead-end room
Seduce to consume
Nightsilence...Vampire...Empire
Statues with open wounds
The flavour of poison and moon
Still maturing on her blood
She is not your occasional affair, no!
But eternal love, drop by drop...
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Carving...on and on with her raven claws
How daylight hurts when moonlight bites
She juggles with her invisible knife
A black bird senses danger and flies
Gives peace to a tall figure in the dark
Little silhouette snakes find
a warm nest behind the door
And whip-tongues and skins
of sisters now gone.
Bodyprints cover the velvet floor
Which grows red and red
They know she will hunt and hurt tonight
And they crown her Queen of the Dead.
Raven...on and on with her raven claws
Raping...on and on with her raven claws
Will she weep for them or whip them once again?
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