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Lojiki

Hesitant Pawn

PostPosted: Sat Jul 25, 2015 11:19 pm


Hey I'm Iki and this is my Slave Profile Page. If you have any questions/custom requests please pm me, do not post below. If I am in a Rp with you I ask that you quote me so I may respond quickly, otherwise I may not notice your posts.


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PostPosted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 2:31 am


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Lojiki

Hesitant Pawn


Lojiki

Hesitant Pawn

PostPosted: Sun Jul 26, 2015 10:46 pm


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Name:
Chance Sterling
(Nicknamed Stray)


Theme Song

Age:
34

Height:
6'9 ft.

Species:
Therianthrope - Were Dog.

Position:
Seme

Powers:
Shifting into a ( Massive) Doberman is by far his most noticeable talent, however like any Were being he does have pretty impressive speed and strength; Certainly he can outmatch a normal human yet.. He has found a few species that can outshine him in both areas. On a side-note he works out often and is active in martial arts, thus any latent speed or strength he inherited genetically has been tempered through training. The man's natural healing is amped up, and shifting forms will accelerate the process even more and due to his species his life span is much longer than a normal human's. His senses are of course very acute, his hearing and smell in particular can be used against him as they are very sensitive. His hand-to-hand skills are fairly good, weapons are not to Stray's taste but he still gathered a rough knowledge on how to use the basic selection.. and due to his high pain tolerance he can take quite a beating before going down.


Personality:
Mature and charismatic, in an aloof sort of way, but clearly world-weary and a bit too familiar with the darker side of life. Even when messing around with friends he seems to be distant, observing.. though this is by no means 'hostile' behavior. The male is actually quite friendly, laid back and playful though his humor is often considered 'strange' by those in his company. He cannot express himself very well with words, generally relying on actions instead of trying to explain what is on his mind.. this makes him seem blunt or very impulsive when in reality he thinks things through carefully before he leaps. Still he is comfortable with silence and, for the most part, gives off a soothing vibe that helps others relax in his company.

Of course Stray is a dog and behaves as such.. grudgingly loyal, protective, and gentle as any of his kin; However with the good.. comes the bad. He is a fighter, Beta-borderline-Alpha, and though he attempts to ignore it jealousy does gnaw at his temper if he is ignored by someone he is attached to.. If pushed too far he can become aggressive, never harmful towards those he cares for but far more assertive in what he wants from them. He enjoys a good brawl, but he is very familiar with the difference between 'play fighting' and a real battle. Even if he has absolutely no chance of winning he is stubborn enough to dig his heels in and keep fighting, so brow-beating has never worked well on him. Instead, to handle him, it is best to remember he is a Stray Dog at heart.. and just as easy to tame if they earn his loyalty and affection. For someone he cares for, there really isn't much he wouldn't do.


Bio:
A fairly common story in his home city, Stray was actually raised by his father.. a late ruffian as it were, and more than happy to see his son take over as the next generation of deviants in the city's backstreets. Honestly it was a good life, he had a niche and thrived in the poverty-level part of the City. He worked the jobs that he could find and enjoyed a freedom few would understand. However, as things go, that life did not last.. His father passed away from an illness and Chance shouldered the responsibilities left behind, working off years worth of debt his father had accumulated through a series of back breaking jobs. Finally when he reached the proper age he turned to the Military, selling himself to their cause for the money to pay off the last of his father's debt. It took a few years, his 'talents' leading him from standard service to a Mercenary company.. But by the time he was free the man didn't have any desire to leave his post. It was here he got his nickname 'Stray' and later made the group his family. Still young he had formed a pack bond with those in his unit, sharing the losses and victories through the dirtiest of jobs the other branches of the military tossed their way. Decoys, expected suicide missions, whatever the task he went willingly not for the money but to protect his comrades. His age had never been an issue.. until a certain job came their way.

His team had been hired to extract a captured noble from slavery, bribes and threats having failed to sway the Master before that point. The idea had been simple, Stray would be sold to the Master's home as a Guard Dog and after a few weeks to study the home's security he would shift and smuggle the hostage out. The plan went smoothly at first, everything seemed fine until the night came to make his move. He secured the boy, safely got him through the house and to the back wall that divide the property from the forest beyond. The kid was light as a feather, eagerly climbing the wall as Stray hoisted him up and into the safety of his team's arms on the other side. He could hear them murmuring, a soft hint of unease filling him as he lifted himself up onto the wall to join them.. and then things got hazy. Two darks lodged themselves in his shoulder, his Team Leader lowering the gun that had fired them as the others spirited the slave away from the scene.

Now of course he realizes what had happened, the Master agreeing to free his slave in exchange for a young new pet.. Being a Were Dog and the youngest in the group he had been the exotic choice, the few weeks he had thought to be recon as his dog self really nothing more than a trial period while the man made up his mind about the deal. His pack left him behind for the money the slave's father had offered them to do so; As crushing as that knowledge had been on some level he'd expected it, knowing the nature of his group too well to hold their betrayal against them. They lived for money, and losing only one man on a mission was considered ideal.. He couldn't hate them for that, only himself for being so naïve. The Master kept him for just about a year, trying in vain to 'break' him.. Finally he tossed Chance to the slave market when he grew bored of his pet's quiet indifference.

His next master was quite the surprise, an elderly woman from a noble line named Mira. She took one look at his passive stare and simply knew everything; She purchased him to be a guard and over the course of many years she lured him back from his numb existence. He loved her dearly as a Master and a friend, and she taught him many things about life as a slave. He could protect his Master, tend to their well being without worrying about silly things like money or food.. True most humans hated the second class treatment yet with his animal nature he found it slightly liberating. They were quite the sight of course, a dainty Lady and her unnaturally large Doberman roaming the town each morning.. but there was no doubt about their bond as the years passed. Mira taught him the finer points of social and noble etiquette, explaining much of her world and how it worked.. He gathered that while the life of a noble was 'elegant and refined' it was almost a lot like walking through a mine field on a daily basis. So, of his own will, he sought to make that walk easier for her.. Behaving in the ideal manner to reflect positively upon his Mistress. He held her confidence when she needed to speak of her concerns about her family or peers and, adept now at such things, offered advise when she asked for it. Under her guidance he became a guardian, a consultant, and a friend. She passed away due to old age and after a respectable amount of time to mourn he was returned to the market by her estranged grandchildren, just recently being put back up for sale.

Due to his gentle and protective nature he is considered a good companion/starter slave, comfortable with his role and typically obedient regardless of what sort of Master comes his way. It isn't so bad, life as a slave is simple and he likes taking care of people.. It's just the dog in him.


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Tattoo Color(s):
Medium Slate Blue: Cool and reserved, Very thoughtful.
Green: Obedient and Quiet.
Dark Blue: Protective.
Yellow: Laid back and easy-going.
Dark Grey: Jealous and Possessive.



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PostPosted: Tue Jul 28, 2015 2:40 am


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Name:
Maximum
( Max )

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Age:
He looks 23 or so.. In reality he is much older.

Height:
5'5 ft.

Species:
Demon

Position:
Uke

Powers:
Demonic Ability: Max can heal at a impressive rate and even if he dies, as long as his body remains somewhat together, he will naturally regenerate and revive. If his body parts are scattered.. well, he'll awaken eventually. The only way to really kill this guy is with holy magic, a specific ritual to cleanse and purify his soul.. Though to know which incantation to use, his enemy would have to be very well versed in demonology. Physically he isn't that powerful, seeming no stronger or faster than a mortal man and due to his glamor ( hiding his wings and tail ) he actually looks human most of the time.. but when it comes to his mental prowess and magic ability he is something vicious indeed.

Magic: His power is known as 'Barrier' and it is just as it sounds. Harmless, right? No. This power is open to interpretation and he is very adept at using it in offensive and defensive situations. He has full control of what shape/texture his barriers take and of the conditions of the space contained inside them, able to cage his enemies in a 'dead zone' of sorts to prevent them from using magic.. At least until he runs out of energy. The harder someone beats on his barrier the more it drains him, physically taxing his body to the point of fatigue.. if he is rendered unconscious any active barriers will vanish unless anchored by a blood seal.

Domestic Ability: Demon or not he has been around long enough to pick up on where he fits in society, taking up a interest in cooking. He has had plenty of time to polish his skills as a Chef and gather the knowledge such a field would require.. Cleaning, shopping, and ingredient awareness included. Regardless of the species he is catering to, he can generally whip up something sinfully delicious for them. He isn't squeamish about gathering his own.. questionable.. meats or ingredients, he actually prefers it so that he knows without a doubt the quality is top notch.

Personality:
Max is typically described as a likable guy, hard working and dedicated to his craft despite his otherwise mellow behavior. He's a bit of a introvert, not one to admit when he wants something unless pushed to do so.. yet he is a master at getting others to march to his own beat, so naturally gifted at manipulating those around himself he isn't even aware of it. He seems to have a passive, sarcastic attitude at any given time and he speaks his mind readily.. Possessing a very active yet twisted sense of humor. When embarrassed or cornered there is a distinct difference between the words that come out of his mouth and his body language.. His tongue typically sharp where as his body is far more honest in how he is feeling.

While it is very easy to dismiss this guy as 'normal' one should always remember that he is in fact a demon, his idea of 'morals' far different than a mortal's. He can know and like a human for years and then, on a moment's notice, butcher them for ingredients. Sure, he might miss them a bit.. but it is a vague and fleeting notion. The same could be said for any creature he knows, aside from one in particular. This figure, to him, is precious and he will protect him ruthlessly.. Not that he'll say such a thing out loud.

Bio:
Being a demon Max has had a very long life, growing bored of the constant battle raging for the souls of humanity he abandoned such lofty goals years ago.. How he came to the city is a long and patchy story, all he will say is that he came to this place to expand his cooking technique.. The reality is he was a slave in the last city. Having murdered his previous Master on a whim he'd been executed for the crime.. It took him about three months to revive from that one but perhaps that was for the best, when he woke even the slavers that had so tenaciously hunted him in the past assumed he was truly dead. So, taking his chance, he wrapped a cloth around his slave mark and set off for the next City.

When work didn't demand his attention Max could be found wondering the streets like a stray cat, the male discovering much on his nightly jaunts and finding peace in the quiet. It was on one such night that he stumbled across an abandoned asylum.. having drifted towards the place absently he didn't realize when another presence had flanked him. It was a quick death, teeth tearing into his throat as the delightful scent of blood drifted from his attacker's hair.. Truly, in that hazy moment between life and death, it had been love at first bite.

Of course, being a demon, he did not remain dead.. Waking a few hours later to find himself inside the asylum. He knew his murderer was still there, somewhere inside the building with him, and though he did leave he couldn't bring himself to stay away.. being attacked and killed a number of times throughout his visits during the next two weeks as he attempted to confirm what he had witnessed that first night. Each encounter enthralled him a little bit more and before he knew it a game of cat and mouse had started between them, Max being attacked less and less as he started using the abandoned kitchen as his personal 'base' of sorts. He brought things with him on each visit; Pans, a sleeping bag, books, ingredients.. Making a place for himself without asking even as he continued to work out in the city.

His days now are rather interesting; He hasn't died as often lately, but he has learned a great deal about the male he now lives with.. and as frustrating as it is he's developed a major soft spot for the guy. For better or worse, Max has chosen his new Master.


Tattoo Color(s):
Dark Blue: Protective.
Medium Slate Blue: Cool and reserved, Very thoughtful.
Dark Violet: Fun and Mischievous, Can be dangerous.
Blood Red: Incredibly Dangerous and Violent.
Dark Grey: Jealous and Possessive.
Black: A Killer.
 

Lojiki

Hesitant Pawn

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