Of Slaves and Royals

[lycrawaterz14]

I shotgun with whomever is on, I promise.

 

...sounded awkwardly seductive... O-o

 

STARTS NOW

[chicbecause]

Username: cb

Name: Xin-quin

Age: 17

Gender: female

Class: ..... Hmmmm... Rich! First class!

Appearance: http://pictures.4ever.eu/cartoons/anime-an.../fighter-152289

History: She grew up with her twin brother, Ping-an, in an extremely wealthy family. They are always doing stupid/crazy/dangerous things that get them in trouble.

Other: She likes purple.

[Moka_Akashiya]

Dawn was ready for school. Stepping out of the shower, she patted herself dry with the fluffy towel, carelessly throwing it on the floor. She snatched a uniform off of the hanger and slid into it, skirt pressed and perfect, ironing pristene. She put the tie on, and then walked into the bedroom. "Rachel? I need you, preferably NOW."

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Rachel had already been standing by, walking into the bathroom after her to hang up the towel neatly. She always made sure to keep her head down and her eyes averted- being naturally shy plus also being a slave made her extremely meek. Exiting the bathroom, she stood in the doorway as she was called for. "Yes, Miss Knight?" She replied softly. Being a slave was just something she had come to terms with, never bothering to question it.

[lycrawaterz14]

Romero sat huddled up in the selling block. Most of the slaves were already being auctioned off. He had no idea what was going to happen to him. HIs owners had just died, they had never really liked him anyway, and this was his second time up on the block. He had only been two or three at the time, and this was not something a slave would forget. It smelled chemically clean, and was dank and dark. Like a warehouse, or a temporary shelter. That's where he was... he wondered when it would be his turn... was he a part of his owner's inheritance... or to be sold...?

[Moka_Akashiya]

"Would you do my hair for me? You get to choose for today." Dawn sat down in front of the large vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. "And do my makeup, dear. Let's go with dark brown." Reaching over, she showed Rachel the perfect color she wanted for the day. "And you may call me Miss Dawn, if you wish." she said, making eye contact through the mirror.

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Rachel only made eye contact for a brief moment before she nodded, coming up behind her silently. She picked up a brush and began to carefully brush out her locks, being gentle in case of tangles. She was very meticulous about everything she had to do, and besides that she didn't need her owner to be angry. "Yes Miss Kn- Dawn," she corrected herself. Once she had brushed the hair out, she began a simple fish-tail braid that would keep the hair out of her eyes and still be attractive. Once she had finished, she held up a mirror so that she could see her hair in the vanity mirror. "Is this alright?" She asked tentatively.

[brisingrrider1]

((Mind if I step in?

 

Username: ubbydubby

Name: Lana Stonehallow

Gender: Female

Class: Slave

Appearance: Her

History: She was born a slave to a cruel owner, but was sold when her previous master decided to dispose of her. She never knew her parents and was raised by a sweet old woman who died when she was seven. Now, she is at the slave auctions, waiting to see who will buy her.

Other: WHEEE ROLEPLAYS :-)

 

Edit: Oh, and she is now fourteen.))

Edited February 17, 2013 by ubbydubby

[lycrawaterz14]

(Tybalt will own her. WHEEE)

 

Romero waved at a younger girl, folding down his wings just in case he were to frighten her. People had odd reactions to them... and it was best not to make too much noise in here.

[thegreenrobby]

He looked up at the building. Auction of more slaves? Time to rescue another soul.

He never believed for a second that there were the two destinguishable classes. The 'slaves' were ordinary people who had been tormented and overworked just because of...

Say, what DID make the difference, anyways?

((Making up a currency here!))

Slaves were being sold off, one at a time. As he walked up, the final bid was being made on a slave. Nobody bid higher, and the slave was removed from the viewing area. The new owner came up to take the chains and fork over his 15 Parr she bid for.

15 Parr.

Cheapskate. The frailest of slaves usually go for more than that, and this one was well-built.

The next one was pulled out from the holding area. It caught Julius' attention. The slave name was Romero. The same name was that of his late younger brother. A tear rolled down, but quickly dried away in memory.

The autioneer went over his slave history, EWC (Expected weight capacity), experiences, and other factiods. It was like he was a user car. It made Joules feel sick.

"Okay," the actioneer started. "We'll put the bid at 5 Parr-"

"75 Parr!" he shouted. The room went silent. He got a lot of 'are you nuts' looks. Something expensive-sounding hit the ground and shattered.

They had all the reason to. Nobody in written history has ever bet that much for a slave.

 

[lycrawaterz14]

Romero was yanked out of the room as the auctioners started to bid him off. He gave a pleading look to the girl, hoping she would understand that he meant the best of luck to her. As he was brought to the front he sighed in embarassment. The slave before him was much more physically fit... and human. The auctioneer read off his frail weight capacity... no matter how hard he worked he was always going to be scrawny. He was given a good bid, 5 parr. No one said anything, until a young man bid 75. WHAT? He wasn't worth that. So... why would he pay more?

 

OH gawd. His wings. He wanted his wings. HE probably wanted to do some sort of experiment with them. Romero faught off the auctioneer, trying to run. He was quickly stopped by two larger guards, and they pushed him back down harshly on his left side, his wing and arm crunching. He still tried to get up and run though.

[chicbecause]

Username: cb

Name: Videre

Age: 15

Gender: female

Class: Slave

Appearance: Lemme grab a pic real quick.

History: She was born a slave, brought up as a dancer, sold to the market for 15 parr.

Other: She is half elf.... I guess. If thats O.K. with everyone.

[lycrawaterz14]

(Fine with me~ Tybalt own? Apparently the other one ran off...)

Edited February 17, 2013 by lycrawaterz14

[chicbecause]

(Sure!)

 

 

Videre sat in the market, waiting for her turn to go up there. She hugged her knees to her chest, burying her face in them. Why? Why her? Really, why did her mother have to fall in love? Why?

[thegreenrobby]

Did he just seriously do that? Pay 75 Parr for a slave? Wow, dumb move. Joules knew he didn't ever make great decisions when emotionally provoked. He could have easily gotten away with 40. He looked back up. The winged slave was trying to escape, but nobody seemed to pay any mind to him other than the restraining guards. Everyone was staring at Joules.

"So, I guess by your stunned silence, I won the bid?"

Appearantly, he had. He was notioned to bring up the money. He pulled out four 20-Parr coins.

After exchanging the money and getting change, he looked back to his new slave. On the floor, at the hands of the guards.

"Hey! Don't damage him. He's mine now. Shoo!" He walked up and grabbed the other end of the chain, which probably should have been connected to something in the first place. Joules chained himself to the slave. He doubted the wings would be enough to carry him, and he easily outweighed him, so it's not like he could get away anymore.

"Up, now, Romero."

[lycrawaterz14]

Romero looked at the man's end of his chain in frozen fear. He made eye contact with the man. "Up, now." He addressed him. He stared, and then the pain hit. He clutched his arm and continued looking at the ground. They would be escorting out the next slave...

 

He took a trembling step forward towards the man. Whatever happened now wasn't up to him. He was gone. His old life was officially dead, and moved on.

[Sweet_Wyvern]

Username: Sweet_Wyvern

Name: Sam Herondale

Gender: Male

Class: Rich

Appearance: Sam

History: NOPE.

Other: Until another slave comes along, I'll just have him as a rich person in the market for a slave.

[chicbecause]

Videre was jerked from her place on the wall, dragged by a chain around her hands. She cursed violently at the gaurd and immediately received a slap across the face that would have sent her stumbling backward had she not still been being dragged up onto the bidding platform.

[Astrodeath311]

Username: Astrodeath311

Name: Levy

Gender: Male

Class: Royal

Appearance: ~Click Here for Levy

History: RP'd.

Other: I'M A ROYAL GUY OWNING SLAVES AND STUFF

[Dex]

Username: Dex

Name: Arvel

Gender: Male

Class: Slave

Appearance: Arvel stands at 6'1" and is broad shouldered. Though he hasn't built up too much muscle on his body due to undernourishment, he has the potential to do so. His skin is a tan color due partially to genetics and also to long hours of labor outside. His dark brown hair is curly but is cropped very close to his head.

History: Anyone who owns slaves and uses them as such cannot be a good human being, can they? So it would seem anyway, and the man who owned Arvel was no exception. Arvel was born into the slave trade as most slaves are, shoved into that way of life for no reason other than the fact that he was born to his mother, a slave. His family was owned by a rather abusive master who fed his slaves just enough to keep them alive and who worked them to death if they didn't die of anything else first and who didn't care if they lived or died because he would just replace them with a newer and fresher slave. As he got older, Arvel received less help with his chores and duties from his parents and those around him until he found that survival itself was a struggle. He started to verbally fight back against his master which really only resulted in more pain but did give him some amount of personal satisfaction. The day that his sister died was the day that he said he had enough and attempted to physically do away with the man. Unfortunately he was too weak and so was captured. He was lucky that he wasn't killed off, but his master saw him as a money-making opportunity so he was merely maimed and sent to get sold off at auction.

Other:

[Sweet_Wyvern]

((He can be Sam's slave if we get accepted))

[Dex]

((Sounds good to me))

[thegreenrobby]

Joules took his slave home. As soon he was out of earshot of anyone (Not already in the house) he spoke to the slave:

"Before we get down to business, there are a few house rules for the slaves.

One - You will be responsible with your own meals, save Dinner, which is served at around 6:30. As such is the case, you have access to the kitchen 24 hours a day.

Two - If you do not feel you are being treated fairly, you shall come to me and let me know. I am willing to change."

He fished around in his pocket for something. "That reminds me..." He pulled out the key to the slave's shackles. "You can have this, but I suggest you don't leave. There's a very good chance that you'll get caught, recognized as a slave, and either sent back to me or put up for sale again." He underhandedly tossed the key, and it slid accross the tile to the feet of Romero. "Becides, why would you want to? You won't be treated like a slave here."

There was a pause as he waited for a reaction.

"You know, you really shouldn't have gotten yourself hurt up there. Not only was it completely in vain, but I have no idea how to use first aid on a creature with wings."

[Moka_Akashiya]

Dawn looked at her hair from the side. "Looks amazing, thank you. Now do you agree on the eye makeup, or should I go with gold..." Dawn picked up both colors, looking at them. "Hmm."

[Sweet_Wyvern]

"Definitely the brown, Miss," Rachel replied meekly, taking the brown pallet from her. She crouched to better access the girl's face, dabbing the brush in the powder before she began to carefully apply it. She made sure not to get it in the girl's eyes or smudge it by mistake.