Name: Shentay
Master/Mistress/slave: slave
Age: 32
Gender: Female
Sexual preference: None. She has no need for sexual or emotional relationships. But if she had to choose; straight.
Appearance:
She’s disgustingly thin. So skinny, you’d think she’d snap or drop dead of malnutriotion right then and there.
She has hypnotizing eyes that change color with her mood.
Her hair is brittle, but thick. Dark, dark brown, shoulder length.
Because she’s so skeletal, or clothes never fit. Her favorite article of clothing is a faded mustard-yellow jacket that goes to about her knees. It looks like an old fire fighter’s coat.
Weapons{If any}: None.
Personality: She’s got what you call a cocktail personality. She reads the person and depending on their needs acts accordingly to get her way.
With that said, she’s a conniving, distant, evil little fiend.
Also, she’s an alcoholic and drug addict.
Biography: Typical of a drug addict. Did alright in life, a C+ student, nothing special. Eventually came and hung out with the wrong crowd.
Really, she is from the deserts. A nomad in her own right. The wrong crowd turned out to be a slave trading group that took her in under their wing once her family had enough and left her in a town they were passing through.
But Shentay is not what you would call or even consider a trustworthy person. She betrayed the big cheese, Mr. Boss man and made basically a fortune off of a drug transaction in his name. He, of course, found out, and sent her off to what he off to a place he knew she would deem a fate worse than death; slavery.
A few business contracts later, this street rat ends up in the mansion.
Active/non-active: Active
Owned/un-owned: owned
