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 Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:47 pm
Artemis Isle is named after the founders who lived there, hundreds of years back. When slave trade seemed to be a profitable market, the Artemis clan brought weaker species and race to the considerably round island along with wealthy buyers. However with a twinge of conscience and a touch of genius, Mr. and Mrs. Artemis created a place where slaves could fight for ‘freedom’ rather than being held helplessly to stand watch as masters swarmed in to sweep them away.
The island was constructed to be perfectly circular, separated into two landmasses by the river twisting in the center. From the air, Artemis Isle looks to be a massive Ying yang sign with two considerably sized lakes on opposing ends on either section. There are many waterfalls, lakes, creeks, caves, dams, small mountains, and more on this island. It is surrounded by a reef to keep out as many sharks as possible, while keeping slaves in. The waters surrounding the body are blue and warm.
The resort resides on the northern edge near the harbor and has hundreds of rooms and a couple dozen off road vehicles for the ‘hunt’. A very large staff works there, with guides equipped with the technology and the knowledge to hunt slaves safely and bring them in when requested… If they can at all. The owners leave out catalogues of slaves on the island. Each book has a profile, where they are often seen, and the most possible recent pictures of every slave that is brought in. They are divided into ten sections. Easiest to capture to the most difficult. The resort has been rated five stars from most, if not all masters who go there.
Inner operations are run by staff members, who monitor as much slave activity as they are able from the secret cameras set up all around the island.
Slaves that are deemed not dangerous to themselves, buyers, or each other are allowed to roam freely on the island. There are many drop off areas, where they can find food and survival tools like food clothing, matches, and other odds and ends. Those who can read are gifted with a guide that will help them survive on their own. They are rated from 1-10 on a ‘difficulty’ scale, one being sighted constantly and captured easily, and ten being never been captured and rarely seen. Tens are very rare on the island, and know many escape tactics and how to avoid the masters. Slaves can go to the resort if they are uncomfortable with living out on their own, or if they want to get a glimpse of the new masters on the island. Ones that come there often usually are rated on a 1-5. Slaves that are deemed dangerous? They spend their time in unbreakable glass rooms in the basement, where buyers can see in but they cannot see out.
Masters can come to the island for many reasons. One is the most obvious; to buy a slave. This can be done in a few ways. Once choosing a few out of the catalogue, they can request that the guides go retrieve who they can and bring them back to the resort for inspection. Or, they can try to hunt them down themselves, with guides or with out. To do this, they can use the off road vehicles (equipped with cages and restraints in the back) to get around the island. Another reason is for the hunt. Some masters come and pay simply for the purpose of hunting down something as intelligent as they are. If they manage, their name is placed on the board with how many they captured the level of which they captured, and a rank. First place currently belongs to the owner, Alara Artemis. The final reason is to simply enjoy the resort and see what interesting breeds of human are on this island. These masters take time out of their day to enjoy five star hospitality and activities.
Basically the island is about ten miles in diameter and the shape of a Ying yang sign. The resort is the base of operations for the masters and keeping an eye on the island. Slaves must fend for themselves if they want to continue being on the median line of ‘freedom’. Masters of wealth come there to track slaves for keeps or for fun.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:48 pm
RULES: Bold is the rule, the rest is for clarification.
exclaim All activity must be below the Pg-13 level. Masters cannot ‘try out’ their slaves, grope them, remove clothing, touch them in private places in this thread. Making out is fine, but as my twin says “when hands begin to roam and tongues come out to play, take it to the PMs.”
exclaim No extensive physical abuse. Do not go beating your new ‘slave’ to a pulp. The most I want to see if I see any is a slap. Unless you both are sparring, this rule doesn’t really apply because they can fight back.
exclaim No escapes, obviously unless you are a considered a ‘dangerous slave’ and somehow manage to get out of your room. The island is surrounded by thousands of miles of water, and unless you are a mermaid or fish person you’re not going to make it that far.
exclaim No Godmodding. Respect the fact that some people are deemed different difficulty levels and that tens aren’t going to be found very easily, especially if they specify hiding. This goes the same for the slave players. You won’t be able to take on a master and two or three guards in the open.
exclaim Rank is earned. I’ll let you start out what ever level you want. But if I feel like you aren’t quite meeting that level, I’ll knock you down. Nothing personal.
exclaim You can play three characters tops, but you cannot play two slaves unless I say so. You can play a slave, master, and staff member. Or you can play a slave, master, master, or a staff member staff member, staff member. You cannot play more than one slave unless we’re running low. I have a feeling we’re going to have a large bunch, anyway.
exclaim Masters can own two slaves tops. If we’re running short on masters, I’ll change the number.
exclaim Be responsible. Be kind. Have fun.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:50 pm
Profiles:Masters[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b] (Picture or written or both.)
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] (Optional.)
[b]In search of:[/b] (What kind of slave?)
[b]Reason for attending:[/b] (Why are you here?)
[b]Slave:[/b] (Who have you bought?)
[b]Captured:[/b] (Who have you captured and what was their rank?)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else?) Username: Tempus_Glacia
Name: Leyna Du'Cal
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Leyna
Personality: Being well brought up and well maintained all her life, Leyna can, admittedly, be a bit stuck up, but its something she's been working on all her life to fix...she just hasn't gotten very far yet.
History: She grew up in a society where the rich were all that mattered and the rest...well they were simply there. Her family had owned slaves all her life and it never once bothered her, except for when they would get beat. She'd managed to get herself into trouble at 15 when she helped a pair of her father's slaves (who were expecting a baby at the time) get away, and never even thought to do something so foolish since.
In search of: When it comes to her slave buying, she'll have nothing but the best, the hardest working, and the best mannered. However, once owning the slave herself, she treats them as fair members of her house-hold, as long as they are doing what they're told to do. Other wise they learn quickly just how bad her temper is.
Reason for attending: She likes the company and loves to browse/
Slave: N/A
Captured: N/A
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:51 pm
Slaves[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] (Optional.)
[b]In search of:[/b] (What kind of master?)
[b]Owner:[/b] (Who captured and bought you?)
[b]Rank:[/b] (How cunning and clever are you?)
[b]Places commonly seen:[/b] (Do you have a special cave, a hangout where you are often found?)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else?) User Name: Loende
Name: Natulshun Revera
Age: Sixteen
Gender:
Race: Soul Shifter
Appearance: Nat. Her natural form as a human, she has short black hair and electric blue eyes. Her skin is deeply tanned with lean muscles rippling beneath the surface. A midnight blue headband has been tied around her head, covering the majority of her forehead. When she shifts, she takes on the appearance of a rather small black panther with blue eyes. She also runs around in a tight black tanktop and shorts.
Personality: Natulshun is positively intense with the presence of a predator. She is not unkind, often speaking with other slaves if they happen to run into each other while on the island. She is cunning like a wild cat, graceful as a swan, and gentle as a hummingbird. Nat is afraid of being captured, and is severely careful with every move she makes.
If under the hand of a master, she will follow orders but not happily. She is best with house affairs, companionship, and sparing.
History: A child in a village of her own kind, each person there searched their inner selves for their 'totem', or animal that rules over them. Natulshun was rather young when her spirit totem found her, and was recorded to be the youngest to ever accomplish a shift, or a transformation into her totem. When she was five, a group of slave traders raided the village. She, along with her family were taken and later separated.
She was sent through three different owners by the age of nine, and ended up here on the island where she learned the art of avoidance.
In Search Of: It doesn't matter what she wants, it's what she gets that matters.
Owner: N/A
Rank: 10. Never been captured.
Places commonly seen: A cave on the side of the east mountains, where she keeps all of her supplies. The clear water creek at least once every three days and at the pick up spot once every two weeks.
Username: Tempus_Glacia (Glacia please...)
Name: Glacia Denadardi
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Race: Nadari
Appearance: Glacia
Personality: Glacia is territorial and extremely so. She hasn't quiet gotten to the point to be considered dangerous, but she's bordering the line on her tip-toes. However, she has a serious soft spot for children and those who are wounded or simply cannot seem to survive on their own. She's often been seen giving her supplies to other slaves unless she desperately needs them, and just as long as no one comes near her area, she's usually alright with them.
History: She was raised in a village with more of her own kind and had grown up there comfortably. She had been married and birthed a child of her own before a group of her kind were sent out on a hunting mission and all captured and taken as slaves. She isn't sure what happened to the others and has since then honestly stopped caring. She had gone through two Masters, one of which she nearly killed while the other simply got tired of her when she convinced the woman that she was a Broken Spirit.
In search of: N/A
Owner: N/A
Rank: 9
Places commonly seen: A semi-spacious set of trees she's managed to turn into a rather 'cozy' seeming nesting spot.
Username: Kikery
Name: Kikery (no last name)
Nickname: Lotus
Age: Seventeen
Gender: Female
Race: Kisune- Full Anthro
Appearance: Kikery (I had to seriously botch this pic to get it gaia-friendly. I have several more of my character that fall into the "unfriendly" catagory, so if you need a better idea PM me)
Personality: Kikery is typically either upbeat and enthusiastic or friendly at all times, though when the hunts start she tends to make a run for it, leaving other slaves behind- sometimes even using other slaves as scapegots or swap-ins when possible to get away. the heart of a good sould mingles with her foxlike trickery and nympotic desires, often resulting in split personaliies- her clever, friendly side, and her cunning, devious side.
History: History unkown, even her arrival on the island is unkown- the only known trace to her past is locked in the artemis archives on the sheet filled out when she was captured. She suffered from an amnesia that was a side effect from the knockout drug used on her. Now her only goal is to stay on the island and stay free.
In search of: Not interested (but I take just about any type, so if she gets caught no worries)
Owner: None
Rank: 8.7 (XD)
Places commonly seen: Far side from the resort, usually only spotted once every couple of days, using the small lake that represents the ying-yang dot n her lick of the island as a place to bathe.
Other: Kikery usually is herself, and will e friendly with slaves she encounters. But as a side effect to her amnesia she will sometimes be triggered into her 'other' self, whom calls herself Lotus. The only guess anyone has is that in her previous life she either acted as this or had heavy stress that surpressed this lifestyle, and without her memories or mental blocks anymore, Lotus is free to come out.
Lotus typically triggers during hunts, when she gets scared, and a few scattered unknown times.
Username: Sythephire
Name: Thersia Nalis
Age: 15
Gender: Female
Race: Half shape shifter, half human
Appearance: Thersia is a petite but not quite small, about 5' 4" with an hourglass figure that is barely clothed with more then hot pant like shorts of a forest green and a matching tube top. She wears a black collar around her neck that has titanium lining on the top and bottom to prevent her from taking it off which inhibits her powers. Her wavy hair reaches the center of her back and is pitch black with streaks of red and blonde in it. Her eyes are a extremely dark, seemingly pupil-less unless she is transformed, then there are silver strand radiating outward from the pupils. under her left eye is a tribal mark resembling half of the sun and a scar that runs directly down her spine from her neck to her waist.
Personality: She is unusally shy despite her choice of attire, she rarely lets herself be seen so it's not usually a problem. If cornered she'll first try to transform as much as possible to escape and if she fails, will stutter horribly when forced to speak so short answers are her preffered choice of communication. She despises being a slave and will be quite venomous so long as she has a way to escape. She is educated in combat as well as has an advanced formal education so she can articulate properly when not nervous. She is extremely willful and would rather be killed then be a slave. Because of her muted ability to transform she can only get about half a transformation so will usually end up in an anthro form but a preffered form of escape is half eagle where she can fly far enough or high enough to avoid immediate capture and that is not the least of her tricks.
History: She faced ridicule from childhood by being only half of one thing or the other. She was raised with her father and showed an unusually high talent in learning quickly, especially mastering her powers more fully then most of the adult shape-shifters which brought much jealousy and distrust from the other shifters. Her father was a member of the council in the village where they lived and in order to pay him back for an earlier defeat for the position a rival had Thersia drugged and collared then sold off into slavery when she was 10.
In search of: N/A
Owner: N/A
Rank: 10
Places commonly seen: Not often found but can be seen occasionally as a dark shadow when flying above certain areas, most often sleeping in high up trees where she makes nests and can hide. She's most vulnerable when bathing but is rarely ever foolish enough to even bathe for long.
Other: She's not used to kindness from anyone and will be defensive in close encounters. She will however help other slaves, staff, and even prospective master's when their lives might be in danger because she will not stand by and watch another living creature die.
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Posted: Sat Aug 26, 2006 9:54 pm
Staff[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Race:[/b]
[b]Appearance:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]History:[/b] (Optional.)
[b]Your Job:[/b] (Guide, guard, maid, gardener, etc.)
[b]Slave:[/b] (Who have you captured and bought?)
[b]Other:[/b] (Anything else?) Username: Loende
Name: Alera Artemis
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Alera dresses formally when working at the resort, but gears up while tracking. Most times, she'll tie her hair back while other times she'll let it loose. She has a snake-like ring that creeps up to form a bracelet on her left hand.
Personality: Alera carries a businesslike presence with her when speaking with new arrivals, and a chummy, joking one with friends and family. Many deem her charming and professional, though she knows how to shift away from that sometimes and relax. Fairly easy going, a quick thinker, Alera is the picture of calm and cool.
History: She is the eldest daughter of the Artemis clan. She grew up on the island, helping out where she could and going on business trips with her parents, often going all around the world. She has watched many trackers on their hunts on the island. She has picked up on their expertise, though she does not use it very often. Alera currently owns the island since her mother has retired.
Your Job: Owner and Guide
Slave: N/a
Username: Ryvn
Name: Rachelle Artemis
Age: 25
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: Rachelle Basically a younger version of her sister with purple and indigo streaks in her hair, a silver wolf pendant around her neck, fangtooth earrings, a golden arm band, and a darker skin tone than her sister.
Personality: In comparison to her sister, Rachelle is a brighter spirit who is by far more playful and joking. Towards slaves on the island, she is kind but shows her power with a sense of formality that eludes her everywhere else. She's also a bit wild.
History: She grew up with her sister and mother on the island, but went away searching for travel and adventure before returning to the family business, leaving when she was 19 and returning a few months ago.
Your Job: As a family member, she can help but does not really work on the island.
Slave: N/a
Other: She loves to torment her older sister... Of course!
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 9:56 pm
"Yeah... No, I don't like that idea." Alera made a face, though no one was around to recieve it except for the tiny five year old on her hip. With her free arm, she held a cell phone to her ear as she walked down the path that lead into the courtyard of the resort. She set down the child and continued walking, finally taking a seat near the pool. "Listen, I don't care... Fine, consider our contract finished. Nope. Yep. Bye."
The island owner flipped her phone shut, sighing with annoyance and tossing it onto the table. She leaned back in her chair and pulled out her palm pilot, checking up on recently purchased slaves and the location of the current shipment.
"Should be here shortly..." She mumbled, tapping the pen across the screen.
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 11:22 pm
Lounging back in one of the various hammocks she strung up around the place since she had gotten there, Rachelle enjoyed the sound of wind rustling the palms and the feel of the sun on her tanned skin.
"ah...why did I ever leave..." she sighed contentedly, stretching out for a moment before lacing both hands behind her head. She wore a bikini today, purple to accent her dyed locks of hair while she continued to sunbathe, sunglasses protecting her eyes and a leafy tree providing subtle shade for her body.
Her relaxation was disturbed only slightly by the mutterings of a conversation, followed by the appearance of her sister coming to sit a short distance away. Swinging the hammock subtly she rocked back and forth, letting out an audible sigh.
"Alera, you really need to learn to relax and enjoy life once in a while."
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Posted: Tue Aug 29, 2006 11:39 pm
"You know very well that I can, little sister." The business clad woman replied without looking up. "I'm never in charge of what time I can enjoy, though." A few more taps on the screen and she turned it off, placing it safely back in her pocket. She stood, brushing off her slacks and approaching her sister.
The elder leaned her weight gently against the hammock, being sure not to spin her sister and send her thumping down onto the floor. A smile spread across her full lips, mirth showing in her eyes.
"And when do I have time to relax with you around? I swear, when ever I have a moment that I could spend 'relaxing', you're pulling me off somewhere." The older woman pinched her sister's cheek firmly, adding a smirk.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 12:34 am
"Hey! watch it!" The younger of the two siblings whined, playfully opening her mouth, baring her teeth as though to bite the hand pinching her cheek. "Thats because your idea of "relaxing" is either making fun of me or organizing the next shipment of slaves and potential owners to the islands." she said, looking up at Alera with a playful glare.
While her sister was otherwise occupied Rachelle snaked her hand around her sister, moving to just the right spot in her side only a sister would know, giving it a quick but gentle poke and playful squeeze, tickling the elder with a light giggle. "Gotcha!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 12:46 am
"Is not!" Alera defended. She actually did things in her spare time, like reclining in her room and reading, or trying to track down level tens by herself. "Only sometimes!"
The dignified business woman suddenly let out a loud yelping giggle at the poke. Her body reeled backward, slapping at her little sister's offending hand. "Don't!" She snapped, obviously pouting. Tickling was for children, and even though there weren't any masters on the island to speak of yet, she still had to present a good front for the slaves that had a tendency to run about.
"Speaking of shipments, one is about to come in." She smoothed her jacket down and glared playfully at her sister. "I for one, am going to check the cargo. Would you like to join me, you lazy arse?" She nudged the hammock with her foot, sending it swinging rapidly back and forth to the point of horizontal.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:17 am
"Hey! I am not a lazy arse...I'm just a girl who knows it's good to get out in the sun and enjoy the little things, like sleeping...and lounging...and vegging...an...an..." The puple-streaked girl said playfully, beginning to sit up in her hammock looking at her sister, meeting the the pouting look with a beaming smile like that of a child who was being mischevious and hiding behind a blatant facade of false inoocence.
"Whoa whoa whoa hey!....Wheeeeeeeee!!!!" Rachelle's yelped at nearly falling from her relaxed spot. Clutching to the sides of the hammock as it swung violently, she waited for it to steady only slightly, her startled yelps turning into childish squeals of glee, knowing how much it would ruin her sisters current semi-bossy stance.
"Do it again! do it again!" she said between loud childish giggles, bouncing in the hammock and clapping like some foolish little ten year old.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:25 am
"I should make you babysit the kids... You'd be the closest thing to Barney for them." The older sister grinned, a brilliant smile that was seen ever so rarely. "Either that or those mindless cartoons... Unfortunately, we can't squash you with a massive safe and know you'll live afterward."
Alera turned around and began walking casually along the path, ultimately heading for the docks.
"Now are you coming, or what?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:33 am
"Sure why not...who doesnt that purple ***** of a plushy dinosaur?" Rachelle chuckled, calming her giggles and getting out of the hammock, one graceful leg at a time. True, she was more childlike of the two, but she was hardly that innocent, and could equally match her elder sister in beauty and grace if she ever truly decided she wanted to.
"Oh fine fine...I'm coming already." she grumbled playfully, a few quick steps allowing her to catch up with her sister, pushing her gently. "By the way, do you really need to be Ms. 'stick up her rear slavemaster icy cold rawr professional' this early on such a beautiful day?" the younger of the two said, draping an arm around her sister and used the other to beckon around at the beautiful surroundings of the path they were walking on. "We're not in front of the new slaves yet, and noone's around. Just relax and have a little fun wouldja?"
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:39 am
Alera sighed, stopping suddenly and looking at her sister. There was always someone around, no matter WHAT her dearest little sister wanted to believe. She looked down at her feet, making sure that she was wearing something flat, then looked down at her sister and raised an eyebrow.
"Race you to the harbor."
She took off running before she even finished, her tight, muscled legs pumping her forward at a fast pace.
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Posted: Wed Aug 30, 2006 1:45 am
Rachelle had only blinked, barely catching fragments of the words her sister had said. "Wha..." gone.
"HEY!! THATS NOT FAIR YOU KNOW I HATE RUNNING!" The younger woman called after, chasing for a few moments before giving up and just walking to the dock. "Yeah so I'll take longer and she'll have to wait up for me...her fault for running off the cheater. Only way she could beat me anyway..." she grumped, arms folded and following behind, watching her sister turn a corner and dissapear out of sight.
(( <.< there a reason your posts get suckier and suckier and shorter and shorter whenever we RP? and dont say its because I need to go to bed, you know that doesnt count <.< ))
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