alexia__ Posted July 24, 2015 Share Posted July 24, 2015 Character Sheet Name: Daniel (Hebrew: God is my judge) Age: 19 Position: Uke Appearance: Fairly skinny but muscular due to hard labor, his body is slim but tall from good posture and constant exercise. Hair is deep midnight black and falls nicely across his face; although Daniel lives in Egypt, his deep blue eyes show that he had other descendants from outside countries. Skin is slightly tan from the sun although he is actually quite white. Biography: Since he could remember Daniel has been a slave to his owner, first bought as a sex toy but soon his master took pity on him and turned him into a field worker. At 10 years old he was sold off and sent to Egypt where he works harshly and is very mistreated. Although he fights back with his owners, it costs him his skin often. Has learn to be submissive. Has little, to no, memory of his childhood and parents, due to a head injury resulting in amnesia despite not being educated Daniel can easily read Egyptian and Hebrew, assumes he had been taught when younger. Daniel has accepted that life is only fair to those who have high power, and people like him have to reason to dream for better. Personality: Doubtful of people and often too careful. His kindness had been taken for granted many time, causing his heart to be broken and used. He is defiant when his mind is made up, very clever when is needed often pulling pranks on those who hurt the other younger slaves. More often than not Daniel had thought of running away. For someone like him it would not quite too difficult, but the second he had elaborated a plan he remembers why he'd not been able to leave. The poor children have it far worse than him and the only reason they get extra bread is because he steals it for them anyway. So if he were to leave them would that make him a bad person? selfish? if so he would prefer to stay and suffer for those cute faces, that still have hope in their eyes. Sighing Daniel removed the sweat from his face and wraps a large cloth around it to hide away his distress and protection from the sun. The day was far hotter than any other he could remember and that could bring complications. In the distance he could see the Egyptian men watching over them in high horses and adorning attire. If his opinion counted, he would say they wore too much gold. "This sucks" he murmurs kicking away small stone Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hentai-heicho Posted August 1, 2015 Share Posted August 1, 2015 Name: Ardan (Celtic origins, meaning: high aspiration) Identification number: 2386 Age: 23 Height: 6'1" Build: Thin, but athletic, with long, but strong, limbs Fighting style: A good hand-to-hand fighter, swift and graceful (also does ballroom dancing) Eyes: Grey-blue Hair: Same as pic except all of it, except the bangs, is long, and usually tied up in a loose ponytail Backstory: Born (Bred) and raised in a highly advanced future civilization, Ardan was brought up a scholar. Attending the best schools, and getting the highest grades, his life's work has been uncovering the distant past. He'd spent years studying artifacts but there was a part of history that was just... missing. Wanting to know more, he obtained a permit to time travel, and, setting his affairs in order, he left. Personality: Due to his focusing on his work, he may appear aloof and standoff-ish, barely taking notice of others, except when he needs them. When that happens, he can be charming, but ruthless to get what he wants. Past-Relationships: He has been uninterested in maintaining relationships, finding they interfere with his work. He enjoys the company of numerous male companions, whom he takes his frustrations out on rather sadistically. Arden walked through the halls, his face blank as he carried a rather large stack of folders. Turing towards his supervisor's office, he barely acknowledged the secretary letting him in. Marching up to the desk, he then placed the files down, rather loudly. His supervisor was used to his more.. passive aggressive ways and just nodded her head in acknowledgement. If this irked Arden, he didn't let it show on his features, instead starting to make his case, "Sir, there seems to be a problem in my research. Despite all evidence pointing to a rather large event, I am unable to find any direct proof of said event. I have, as of yet, been unable to locate any of the documents or items that should've been archived, and are listed on file. This is a gross oversight on the system's part, and I demand an answer! This is my life's work, sir!" His supervisor listened silently, she'd been working with him since his graduation, three years prior, and was used to his mannerisms, "Are you requesting a Scholar's Pass on the Linear Travel Device? You know that requires a lot of paperwork, not to mention the toil such journeys take on the traveler's physical and mental state." She stared down at him from the rim of her glasses, he stared back, impassively. Something must've shown in his eyes, for she soon looked away. Sighing, she looked away, "Prepare your affects, 2386. I'll get your permit." A rare smile showed on him face, so faint that, if she hadn't known him as long as she did, she wouldn't have even noticed it. He nodded his head and left, just as he came. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alexia__ Posted August 2, 2015 Author Share Posted August 2, 2015 Softly he poured water on his back. The cuts burned badly and made Daniel hiss when the water made contact with his skin. Slowly he took the cloth and moved around taking away any remains of dried blood, or perhaps infection. A long time ago, he would've fought on and teased the guards more, but lately the wounds began to hurt more than often, and his own actions appeared ridiculous. "Tss" Daniel took a seat on one of the barrels close by and looked up. The nightly skies were adorned with beautiful starts and a large moon "Despite everything Egyptian nights are the best" a tear ran down his eye as a slight memory entered the boys mind. He could see an older man showing him the skies, his robes were white with red lines and a blue ribbon on his hair yet his face was a complete blurr. Frustrated tears continued to run down his face as everything came crashing in "how useless" he murmurs "so incredibly useless" To have this repeating memory play over and over in his head, dreams, and life yet provide absolutely nothing for him or his identity. Clentching his body tightly he sighs never had be felt so helpless "...anyone" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
hentai-heicho Posted August 24, 2015 Share Posted August 24, 2015 Preparing to leave went easier than expected, mainly because Arden had few personal items to be stored and even fewer friends to say his farewells to. In fact, it only took him two days to be ready, having boxed and catalogued his belongings quickly, and then bid goodbye to various colleagues who he found to be the least irritating in the past. Despite the high fatality/disappearance rate of time travelers being common knowledge, there were no tears shed on anyone's part. To them, Arden was simply just another genius amongst many, whose other work would be continued in his absence, lacking only his efficiency and personal touch. The only goodbye worth mentioning was made the night before he left, to his lover of the past two months. Told emotionlessly and factually between the sheets, the only reaction was a small nod and an inquiry if his services would still be needed upon Arden's return. To which the reply was neither negative nor affirming, but they both knew, deep down, that this would be the last they'd be together. Even then, there were no tears shed, to Arden the relationship was just one of many, to be discarded when he grew bored. As for his lover, he would simply move on, he had known that it wouldn't last and had simply enjoyed it while it had. The next morning brought Arden dressing in the historically accurate robes of a traveler and camouflaging any items from his time and era. Turning in the last of the paperwork, he went to the LTD station. There was quite the turnout, as per usual, as timetravel was still exciting, despite it being done more frequently of late. He then set his exact coordinates for arrival and departure, then took his customized LTD beacon. Having designed his to look inconspicuous, it was just a simple leather cord necklace, with a intricate Celtic knot carved of wood hanging from it. Verbal communication through time was impossible, but as long as he had the beacon, everyone in the lab would see its signal and know he was alive. It was also his way home, in nine months time, the LTD would lack onto his signal and bring him back. Simple, in theory, it was actually much harder in practice. Many travelers have damaged or lost their beacon and, as a result have been stranded or misplaced in time. It was also common knowledge that the longer you stayed the higher chance there was of something happening to your beacon, so Arden staying for longer than the usual extended six months caused a bit of a stir. There was also the possibility of a traveler choosing to stay behind, for the desire to live in the era he had gone to, or the desire of another human's companionship, but as it was Arden going, few thought of that being a possibility. All in all, most found his chance of returning higher than average and, as such were mainly there to see the LTD in action than to actually be catching a possible last glimpse of the man. Fastening the cord around his neck, he grabbed his satchel, making sure he had all he needed. Turning to the audience in the control room, he sighed. It was customary to make a speech, to be remembered by in the event of his not returning. Smirking in a way designed to aggravate, he made a mocking bow, "Don't destroy the archives while I'm away, incompetent roaches." And with a few presses on the panel, he was gone. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
alexia__ Posted August 24, 2015 Author Share Posted August 24, 2015 Daniel's eyes shot open as he felt a sudden pain spread from his chest all throughout his body. Quickly he rushed to stand up only to fall back into the hard solid floor. "Ahh..ugh w-what...?" confused as he was his hand settled over his chest, clenching tightly at the clothing that covered him. It had been two nights since he had gotten whipped. The slave elders allowed to hide him for a bit until he was peacefully recovered to return to work. They were kind at times and he was thankful yet these throbs kept coming back only to bother Daniel. Slightly he stood up to grab some of the water that had been settled for him in the base next to him. Gulping down the liquid he rested back and slept once again. Despite everything the next day he was back on his work, performing the same mischiefs and looking for his own trouble. The day was hot but far cooling due to a sudden wind that had arrived from the East. His head had been covered by a white and blue turban, that had been given to him by an elder. It was rather new and silky making it light to wear and refreshing at times. He was slightly distracted when he heard a scream from one of the younger children. Soon an eruption occurred causing the floor bellow him to shake savagely. Large amounts of dust were lifted making him cuff and he headed to the incident place. More often than not, the constructions sights would fall down and destroyed or carelessly destroyed. "Lamii" he screams "what had happened!" Daniel's voice rang loudly through the people's silent. Little did he know the site was the one the children often rested in, and now they found their small bodies under the crumbles. Horrified he stepped back, feeling a cold panic spread through his body. His throat closing in as if a knot had been set. His hopes died then. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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