Any one interested?

I had these at the old site and it went fairly good....anyone interested? I will post a little bit of it and see i really enjoyed them and would like to try them again...of course I would try and improve on them.

Number one-

Herbert a fierce looking man, standing over six feet tall, with hands that looked like they could snap a neck in half came into his house slamming the door behind him his muddy boots leaving foot prints on the newly scrubbed floors and looked around the kitchen and growled low in his throat for a moment before speaking, "GODAMIT Jessica!!! Why isn't the house clean?" He stepped further into the single story home and he walked over and set his lunch-pail down on the kitchen table that seemed to be spotless. There were no dishes in the sink and nothing on the counter tops, but he grumbled anyway," Damn floors all dirty, garbage ain't out... GOD damnit is she ever gonna get it..." He walked into the living room to catch the girl, a frail looking thing, barley five feet, skinny as a pole, bruises and cigarettes burn marks all over her body. Her eyes blackened from pervious beatings, her ribs; many broken all in an array of different stages of healing ached with each breath she took. Her face was swollen it hurt to blink and to move. Yet she continued the endless list of chores. As she rounded the corner just finishing the folding the sheets and blankets putting them on the couch. He stood there waiting until he saw her the pulled back his strong hand to smack her across the face hard. Jessica recoiled from it but did not cry, for she could no longer cry she was to broken

Bascally with that one someone could continue playing Herbert then play her rescuer....someone that takes her way from her hell and they fall in love and blah blah blah

number two/ Gabriel was in her room perched on her window seat high up in one of the many towers in her father’s castle. She was watching the people down below. From way up here no one could see the ugly scar that ran from her ear from under the chin. She brought a slender finger to it and traced it tenderly. She closed her eyes and was flooded with flashbacks of that awful day, the screams, the smell, the pressure of them on top of her. Suddenly she popped her eyes open again. And let the hand drop, she hated the scar. It was never stitched up properly therefore it never fully healed. She looked down and solemnly watched as more slaves were brought into her fathers’ castle. She was angry; she didn’t like the fact that her father had so many slaves, or servants as he so graciously called them. She couldn’t understand why that just because they were royalty that they should be exempted from hard work. As a princess though it was excepted of her to remain helpless and allow the servants to do almost every little thing. Although when ever her father and older brothers were away she would help the servants with their daily chores, even give them days off. She gasped as the sheriff struck the one man; she made a mental note to talk about it with him later. No man, servant or free deserved to be struck for no reason and she would let this head guard know that. Gabriel smiled at that fact, she was the only one she knew that could unleash her anger on a man and get away with it. But such treatment of a man that did nothing wrong was not to be tolerated in her mind. Gabriel rose and lifted up the many petticoats. All floor length and wrist length so nothing showed, as was the custom. The first was a skin tight, thinning garment, after that were three more layers alternating in blues and purples, the final layer a white petticoat fastened with a family hair loam broach on top of her head a bonnet tied behind her head her long blonde hair all tucked in it. She took one last look in the mirror grimaced as she always did at her scar. Maybe John was right maybe God punished her for being vain. But Gabriel had to wonder when would the punishment be over? She had lost everything that day, he innocence, her purity and even her pledged husband whom even left a hefty dowry saying that the devil had marked her and he wanted nothing to do with it. That he had been promised a pure wife not some common slut.

With this one the scar was made during an attack of rape...and her servant was the one that made her feel love again...


Option 3/ The woman's pearly white smile shone brightly with the early morning's sun. She counted her dues as yet another of the schmucks she acquired had sold and fast. She quickly shoved an older woman past the curtains to be sold off to the highest bidder. The line was diminishing fast and she feared that some of the older folk wouldn't sell. She was too shapely and feminine for someone of her trade. She turned toward the open see, squinting as she spotted yet another of her fleets making a fast approach. She turned around as a small boy pulled on her impossibly long white shirt, informing her that the old hag had just sold. She was relieved that made 8 out of the 12 she had started out with. The old woman was no doubt bought for something simple and non-physical labor like nanny work.
She glanced at the four she had left for last. They were without a doubt the ones that would bring in the most profit. She softly tugged at the black haired woman’s shoulder and looked into her beautiful blue green eyes. She pulled some stray strands from her delicate face. "Remember what I told you, smile big and make sure those long shapely legs of yours are well in the sight of the men of the right side in the crowd” Jordan numbly nodded, here she was again, to be sold to the highest bidder as if she was a piece of property, even her name was stripped from her, replaced with the number 349. She had suffered so much in her life. Kidnapped at a young age taken from her family. Now sold and resold. Many men bought her for domestic duties but their wives grew envious of her natural beauty. So she was sold and then bought by someone else. She inwardly sighed as the woman gave her the instructions and straightened out her clothes then she felt herself being shoved the stage through the curtains to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. Though the woman was not know for mercy, rather her ruthlessness, she took slightly better care of those women she knew to be beautiful, they always sold for the best price when they looked radiant. Although not dressed like women out in society, they were not in the ordinary rags of laborers. The fate of these women was far better than the other slave, better fed, bathed and cared for, though by no means they were treated like free people are. Her reputation for having the finest call ladies in this side of the ocean was always on the line though, and she always please her clients. She could hear that the action was going well, she knew it would, this was a particularly beautiful specimen. Jordan still held the innocent look, although she was far from it. Their beauty had sealed the fate of these women. Jordan kept her head low some strands falling in front of her flawless skin as she stepped out into stage took a deep breath and closed her eyes and slowly raised her head letting her blue-green eyes sparkle over the crowd, they held no life for too long already had she closed off her heart to all the harsh treatment, her body held none of the visible scars that normal slaves have though all her scars were on her back, covered by her long dress. It was then that Jordan began doing what she did best; Flirt. She lifted her dress to her knees showing off her long slender legs to the crowd spending a longer time on the right side like the nameless woman had instructed, Winking and giggling at the gasps and cat calls that came from the crowd, she was used to that she was used as a sex slave, and was damn good at what she did, a lot of practice does that to a person. She was always sold as a “virgin” and people normally believed it since she acted and looked the part. Jordan bite her lower lip, twirling a chunk of hair around her index finger. The crowd continued the catcalls as the auctioneer began the bidding a $100 A low number but they had to start somewhere. She scanned the men, like she always did they all looked like ravished wolves waiting to pounce on their prey except for one way in the back he just stood there, she was a very good judge of character and he struck her as a good man. See deep down she still wished to be loved, to be more then just a piece of property. But could that ever happen?


So anyone like any of those??? I do have a couple of others as well!

i really like the second one ^_^ ive never played a slave before and would love to try if u dont mind ive got good ideas for it too... i was thinking of using Revelation i would love to see how good a slave he would be ^_^ and he is my best character

Alright I will create a new profile for her and post it. Will be up shortly.

^_^ ok

>.> define shortly*is very impatient* heh...srry ill stop bugging you im sure ull get around to it

Srry was going to to my character profile...but I will post the post then work on my profile!

ok LoL

Its up in castle

Anyone else?