*Crimson_Snow* Posted December 23, 2015 Share Posted December 23, 2015 Crimson Snow's Character Appearance: Pitch black hair and piercing blue eyes. Wears thin oval glasses, is tall and slightly muscular with light olive skin. Name: Zeiran Rajest Age: 24 Height: 6'2 Description: Zeiran is the heir to a large estate in the middle of one of the large capital cities. Ever since childhood he was known to possess sadistic tendencies, often through playing pranks on the servants, and capturing and torturing small animals seen around the property. When he finally came of age he inherited the estate from his parents and is seen as a high ranking noble by the state. He is known by society as a bright, handsome young man, but known by his servants as a cruel, heartless devil. ____________________________________________________________________________________________ The soft light of day flooded Zeirans room, causing the young man to stir. He sits up in bed and lets out a yawn as he reaches for his glasses on his nightstand. Normally this would be just another regular day to him, but today was different. Today he had himself a new toy. After the war between his country and an opposing country had ceased, with his country being victorious, there had been a surplus of slaves available to the nobles. Zeiran had dreamed of having his own slave since before he could remember. Sure, servants were kind of like his slaves, but they still had to be treated nicely, to an extent. But a slave was so different. He could do anything to his slave and no one would ever care. Yes, this was true freedom, and Zeiran could not wait for the fun to begin. He finished up his breakfast and went on his way down the long Victorian halls of his estate, with dozens of servants bowing to him as he did. He finally reached his destination, a dark medieval style door that lead strait to the dungeon. It was there where his slave awaits. With a grin on his face he opens the door with a creak, and begins his decent into the darkness of the dungeon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
beccayaoi Posted December 23, 2015 Share Posted December 23, 2015 Beccayaoi's character Name: Jaiko Eun Age: 17 Height: 4'9 - Jaiko's body is small and slim. He doesn't have any muscular. Many people would describe him as underweight, since you can basically see his bones. However the boy isn't anorexic, he is simply just slim and small. Jaiko has a green big eyes and plumb lips. His hair is black and usually just messy. It's not to long or to short. - The small boy loves reading. He never had to many friends, the boy would make friends with imagine creatures. You could say that he is blue eyed: ignorant towards evil. The boy genuinely believes that there is something good in every person. He also acts younger than he is. Those things made him a easy target to other kids. Jaiko however get's scared easily and hates loud noises and crowed places. Darkness. That was all Jaiko's eyes could observe. The small black haired male didin't understand anything. Why? Why was he middle of the darkness? All Jaiko remembered was two muscular mans taking him away from his mother. He wanted back to his own room and read stories to Purple. Purple was his imagine friend -actually a dragon. He wrapped his arms around his chest to get some warmth. The air was dusty and cold, plus that Jaiko was only wearing a big white shirt. A small sob ran away from his lips. Closing his eyes Jaiko imagined his own bed and books. How was his mother doing? Jaiko was worried about his family, not really thinking at the moment what could happen to him. A tears were now streaming down on his cheeks. A door's crack brought the boy back from his imagination. Jaiko jumped a little at the sudden noise. " H-hello? " he whimpered, wishing the voice who would answer would be familiar. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Crimson_Snow* Posted December 23, 2015 Author Share Posted December 23, 2015 Zeiran made his way down the spiral stairs, reaching the bottom of the dark dungeon. He took out a match and lit one of the torches adorning the wall. In the soft light he saw the figure of his new slave. A small, helpless boy, scared just as any caged animal would be. A grin spreads across his face as his cold eyes examine the boy. "Hello, slave. It seems like you have gotten used to your new bedroom. I must say, this is a nice place. Cold, damp and dark, what more could a person ask for." A smirk spreads across his face knowing well how his words would affect the boy. "Hmmm.." He leans down and harshly grabs the boys chin. "Do you even eat slave? I mean I don't mind if you don't, less money I need to spend. But, I don't know if that scrawny body could handle what I'm about to do to you." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
beccayaoi Posted December 25, 2015 Share Posted December 25, 2015 Jaiko's eyes grew wide as he heard a harsh voice, which was not familiar to the boy in anyway. He listened quietly, not daring to speak during the words of the stranger. New room? Jaiko was catching nothing from his words. What does the stranger mean new room -Jaiko has his own room already? The stranger was very intimidating to the boy who was laying on the floor, trying to back away as far as he could from the man. That's when it hit Jaiko, slave. That was what the stranger meant.. he was.. a slave now? His mom had told stories that sometimes after war, Kings take slaves from the country they defeated. Jaiko never really were scared from the wars that were going on all around the country, He just didn't understand it. The black haired male spent his days in the yard of his house chasing butterflies, not worrying about anything. This was scary for him and his eyes mirrored it to the man. When the slender fingers suddenly made their way under his chin, let the boy a scared whimper. " L-let go ", Jaiko shuttered out, trying to move away from the grip. The next sentence from the stranger however made the tears stream faster on the male's eyes. Jaiko was terrified, more than that. No one can imagine the horror going on in the small boy's body. " i want my mum ", He whimpered. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
*Crimson_Snow* Posted December 26, 2015 Author Share Posted December 26, 2015 Zeiran let out a deep throaty chuckle. Who knew slaves could be this amusing! The fear in the boys eyes was just perfect, like the icing on the cake. Every tremble the boy made just stirred Zeiran on more. How far could he push the boy so that he would land on the precipice of sanity and insanity? With time he hoped to explore the intricacies of his question but for now, he has to deal with the current state of his slave. There was nothing more Zeiran hated than tears. Some people find them amusing but to him they were merely annoying. With a swift motion he drew the back of his hand firmly against the boys face ending in a resonating slap. "Quiet. You are in my house now under my control. Tears will get you nowhere. And for the record, you'll never see your mother again. She too was probably sold off, so for your own good forget about her." He grabbed the boys face once more, this time harsher. "You listen to me understand. If you're good maybe I'll give you a bed." He shoved the boy away from him, watching the boy fall backwards on cold, hard floor. He walked over to the other side of the room, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the dungeon. He takes a seat, crossing one of his legs over the other. "Now. Slave, do you have a name? Or would you prefer I continue calling you slave? Either way it doesn't matter to me, but if you wish to change it now is your chance." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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