Lucina DeCuir - Prey/Slave

Name: Lucina DeCuir

Age: 21

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Slave

Brief background story of your character:
Lucina grew up in and around taverns. Her mother was a barmaid and so Lucina learned from her about serving. Through the years, she found a passion for dancing. Lucina quickly realize that through dancing she could make more money. She found herself seducing men night after night. Her mother didn't mind as long as the money kept coming in. The small town Lucina grew up in became boring. She wanted something more. She wanted a place where she could move up in the world. She left home; her mother had enough money to help her live a well life. So now Lucina travels, trying to find a master that will help her raise in rank.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Lucina is very clever. She knows what she wants and she will go after it. She can be very loyalty to someone that will help her. Her strengths are her ability to be seductive and her dancing ability. She would like to learn how to fight later on. Her flaws are that she will side with anyone who would give her power. She likes to stir things up :)

Tirris Noel - Magi Slave/Dancer

Name: Tirris Noel

Age: 23

Your group/occupation/level: Magi Slave/Dancer

Brief background story of your character: I would often travel in the caravans with my father, who was a Merchant and Trader. Most nights around the fire, I and the other girls would dance to keep the men entertained on the long journeys. Favored by them for my small toned frame kissed by the desert sun, and the long thick tresses of crimson that often fell over my deep blue eyes.

Our caravan was attacked on our way to Ireem. Needless to say my father did not survive. Most did not survive. Everything was stolen. I had managed to hide, laying among my dead family, looking as one of them. Till the theives left. With just the water pouch on my belt, I said my silent fairwell to my father and found my self wandering the desert to make my way to the city. But it was not long before I was noticed, and began to be chased by several at once. Men and women. Unable to find any to aid me, fatigue finally took me, I could run no longer, finding my self enslaved by a Magi. I confess the thought of food and shelter, as long as I obey and dance as he commands, sounds far more pleasing then starving and thirsty as I run from others in the hot Desert.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Traits: Fluid, graceful, alluring.
Stregnths: Intelligent, skilled dancer, skilled in pleasure.
Flaws: Stubborness. Too firey for my own good.

Femke Ethaniel - Prey / Dancer

Name (Full SL Name): Femke Ethaniel

Age (if you have any): 20

Your group/occupation/level: prey/dancer

Brief background story of your character:
Years ago i was stolen from my family when i was 10 year old.
Brought to his camp, he was one of the lowest ranking members of his tribe!!
I began to become a woman, a woman in a tribe who did not look anything like me, i was the only red hair pale skin in the tribe and.., a slave!!
The years followed, luckely i never got pregnant, but was beaten up and raped often enough.
Then one day, i saw my chanche, i took 5 K$ and fled, no longer in chains but free, walked the desert, almost froze in the night was roasted in the day, but kept on going to hopefully the city Ireem.

After weeks in the desert, carefully avoiding contact with other people, i arrived in Ireem saw the palace the food the water, was so desperate i did steal when i just arrived.
But now i work when i have the chanche, i can dance or do simple jobs like garedining and playing lute.

Hoping one day to make enough money to book passage on a ship home !!


Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Walks with pride, escapes with flair, royal in appearsance
in what ever i wearand with the spirit that is associated with the colour of my hair :)
Flaws?? I dont have any :)

Ribbon Liebster - Prey / Slave

Name: Ribbon Liebster

Age: Eighteen Autumns

Group: Prey. Human. Slavegirl.

Brief background story of character:
Born on a full moon eighteen autums past, Ribbon has been an orphan since the tender age of 10. She has been runing around the sandy dunes trying to keep herself safe before she was targeted for capture. She is currently kept imprisoned in the catacombs by the undead zombie Zander Markus.

Of course, her crimson locks did not help keep her hidden as her looks are more rare and exotic than any desert wildflower. Much of her character is shrouded in mystery: Stories are told that she may be the spawn of a cursed djinn sent to live a human existence hence her sunrise-coloured eyes. She has many orgasmic nightmares where she is prone to lapsing in demon tongue. She has no recollection of these dreams. Little does she know that her powers as a seer will increase when her viriginity is taken away for then the evil inside her will be unleashed fully. Once she is able to tap into her powers, she will be a dangerous force to be reckoned with as there are also rumours that she is a direct descendant of Lilith.

Ribbon is plagued by the recurring vision of her father being taken away from her and executed for having been found of treason and the numerous rapes of mortal women, including that of her missing mother. It is said that he may have killed her mother in an act of jealous rage.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Ribbon is biting, caustic and fiery. Her sharp tongue is rivaled only by her skills with the blade. She is a very agile runner and is capable of charming snakes, scorpions and wild beasts. She can understand many languages even tho she cannot speak it. She is very complex and hides herself under many layers giving rise to the the nickname Cassandra Κασσάνδρα 'she who entangles men.'

On the full moon of her nineteenth birtday she is slated to unlock her full range of telepathic abilities. During her capture, Zander buried her to choke her warm living body in the sand and a scorpion bit her quivering inner thigh and then crawled up to her breast and embedded itself in her body thereby giving her the ability to heal any poison in herself and others (Though she is NOT aware of this gift yet).

Kalt Grut - Prey/Slave

Name: Kalt Grut - Prey/Slave

Age: Nineteen Autumns

Group: Slave

Breif History: Recently pulled from the stocks and cargo hold of one of the many supply ships that visits Ireem, the female Lycan hybrid was cleaned up and was attempted to be sold as 'supply.' Her current asking price was 500 gold. Her elegant appreance was well maintained in and out of the stocks, however, it was hard to keep her within the confines of bars and shackles. Before being sold she was able to slip past a few guards and find her way into the crowds and city dwellings to hide. She is very much a slave to be acquired. A rare breed was brought to the kingdom, but will the rarity of such a beauty survive with such a hostile attitude? Or will she fall to a collar and leash? As of current, Kalt now lurks within the shadows and dark corners of Ireem, sometimes even found in the castle. Who will be the one to take claim upon her and find out how she became what she is today?

OOC Notes: Kalt isn't one to submit so willingly. Treat her like she was born from the purest of hatred. A beast. She wont be the one to kneel down so quickly and be "Yes Master." This is a slave who will need a great deal of 'forceful persuading.' She has a huge mouth on her, she'll talk back, and attempt to make you look like a fool. Don't be afraid of a little challenge!

Salena Larsen - Prey/Slave

SL Name: Salena Larsen

Role: Prey/Slave

Salena was born into a family of Nobles, raised with the finest of everything and growing up refined among the rich. One dreary night, raiders and outlaws stormed her fathers lands and destroyed his castle, killing the servants not working of selling and kidnapping those that were. Her father and mother was killed in the raid, but Salena managed to slip away into the night. She was captured by slavers not long after, but she managed to get away and found some gypsys in her travels, leaning her ways but always keeping her upbringing a secret as she was in line to marry a handsome prince. After learning the hard life living with the gypsies, she separated from them, always running trying to find peace and safety. Then one day she stumbled into a desert, walking with a heavy heart as her memories drifted back of what had happened in her life as the sun beat down heavily upon her. She came upon the Kingdom in the Sands, still running from slavers and bedouins, plus others that want to enslave her, she just hopes she can continue to run and be safe. Finding a few friends among her sister slaves and some Noble Brave Knights, she can breathe safely at times. She will continue her travels with a heavy heart for those she loved.

Grizel Halberstadt - Slave

Grizel Halberstadt

While she does not like the word slave, she refuses to be considered ‘prey’.

She has taken a long route here from Scotland. Grizel was shopping for fish at the town market when she she turned a corner and was hit with something heavy. She woke up in chains in the pitch black bowels of a ship. Within a few days she was on her way to Spain and was sold with a hold full of other slaves headed for Ireem. It was a long journey, and many died. She saw and endured unspeakable things and as a result she has a hatred for slavers and can often be found insulting them and throwing rocks at their heads. She would do anything to escape a slaver.

She’s been called feisty, fiery and trouble. If you are looking for an obedient slave to call you ‘Master’ and do your bidding, catch someone else. She prides herself on being fast and tricky and has evaded capture many times.

She loves to explore the city and often her fascination with the sharks off the dock has gotten her into trouble. She missed the green of her homeland, and will sometimes talk about it. She will help out newcomers and explorers who need a friendly guide, or as much as she can before some one starts chasing her again.

Saffron Haefnir - Prey/Slave

Name (Full SL Name): Saffron Haefnir

Age (if you have any): You guess :)

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Slave

Brief background story of your character: Once the privaliged daughter of a wealthy merchant she was captured when the caravan her father was leading was attacked by maruding Bedoiun. after being taken and sold into slvery she escaped capture and now lives onwhat she can beg, "borrow" or steel as she avoids capture as best she can.


Character personality traits, strengths, flaws: A minx who will love you one minute and get you in trouble the next. You'll never know what she'll bring you, from a bunch of roses or a whip. Be afraid, be very afraid, lol. Strong willed on the surface but inside very insecure of herself as her world was detroyed when she was taken into slavery.

Samantha Chandler - Prey

Name: Samantha Chandler

Age: 20

Prey/Hard/Straight

Brief background story of your character:

Passing through Ireem on a difficult journey from their home in the west to the port cities in the east, Samantha's three older brothers decided they could make better time with their load of spices if they left Samantha in Ireem and picked her up on their return. They hired a noble bodyguard and left her in a room at the inn with her trunk of clothes and plenty of money to wait for their return in comfort.

No sooner had the brother's camel train dipped below the horizon when the bodyguard made off with her money and most of her clothes and belongings, leaving her destitute in the city.

Now Samantha gets by the best she can, doing odd jobs that are beneath her bloodline and status while she waits for her brothers to return. She can often be found intently watching the eastern horizon for any sign of them and the life she once knew.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:

Samantha is prey here but not a slave, she will fight (in realistic RP) and scream continuously. Easily caught (she does not usually run), you will need to force her physically and gag her or use fear for her life to control her. Only capture her if you are willing to be physical and use the threat of violence. I picked "Straight" as a pref since Sam is straight ICly but women are welcome to grab Sam if you want to play a forced scene with her.

You will get a lot farther if you RP an interaction rather than just start bumping out of the blue.

Please read the Pick called ~KoS~ in my profile on SL for more info.

Aislinn The Celt (Aislinn Jakob) - Prey/Slave

Name (Full SL Name): Aislinn Jakob called Aislinn The Celt.

Age (if you have any): Old Enough to have lived a lot of terror and young enough to be carefree.

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/slave - Hard

Brief background story of your character:

My name is Aislinn. Aislinn the celt because i come from a powerful celt tribe, The Nervii. I am the only one in Kingdom of Sand. My native language is french. Nervii are the most wild and the most bellicose of the region. They have warlike character and a big courage.

My brothers and me are raised by our father, the druid of the tribe, Arzhel. My brothers, Gaël and Merig, are audacious and valorous warriors. They look after me. I learn reading and writing, medecine of plants with my father.

During the celebration of Lughnasad, the Leader of the tribe decides to take a common law wife with the agreement of his wife. I become then the mistress of the leader the time of one year. Wife of the leader accepts badly the situation because i am the favourite and she tries several times to kill me.
Impossible for me to ask for justice to the druid : he is my father and cannot have a correct judgement.
To protect me, i decide therefore to break the contract by fleeing. i leave then on board of a boat with my brothers. i decided to join the Galate tribe, installed in Asia Minor. Our boat is then attacked by pirates, Salvers. My brothers, died in battle, fought bravely to save my life.
Now, proud an wild Aislinn became a slave and disembarks on Kigdom of Sand.


Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:

I have the temper of my tribe.
Audacious, sure of me, i am a joyful, passionate woman with a lively mind.
Often indomitable, i get easily angered and take risks for my life.
When i lose control of myself (anger or passion), i speak french.

Kaliani Bravin - Prey/Slave

Name (Full SL Name): Kaliani Bravin

Age: 23

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Slave

Brief background story of your character:
Orphaned at a young age she stole to stay alive,sleeping wherever she could,eating whatever she found.Unfortunatly though she stole from the wrong person and was sold into slavery.One day a family purchased her and brought her into their house.They were very kind and treated her well.But several months later the family was killed in a raid and the slaves were taken and sold.Half went to the capital the other half,herself included went to an island which she would later find out was called the Kingdom of Sand.She now spends her days here,meeting new people and enjoying her new life.

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
She is very kindhearted and sweet.But her only flaw is her temper which she tends to lose occasionly and usually ends in trouble.

Jasmine (Kylara Kuhn) - Prey/Slave & Bedouin

Name: Kylara Kuhn (KoS Name: Jasmine)

Age (if you have any): 23

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Slave - but can be Bedouin too

Brief background story of your character:

Jasmine was born 23 years ago in the loving care of her mother, somewhere in a country far north from where she is in her present days. As long as she can remember there was always her mother and her 2 year older sister Kylara that she always shortened to "Kyla".

Kyla and Jasmine were inseparable even if looking different. Kyla was black haired, fair skinned, with a small but distinctive tear-shaped mole on her left shoulder and with the blue eyes of her mother. Jasmine was all the same except for her totally blond hair. Their mother had told them that after her husband died, she had had a short affair with a noble that promised her the world but left her with Jasmine. Then again... Jasmine was always made to feel by her mother and older sis that the world revolved around her. So in a twisted way the noble kept his promise.

Often as Jas and Kyla wandered beneath the silvery light of the stars, she thought that, for the time being, they were as happy as mortals could be. Young sisterly love knit the air in a charmed silver mist around them. And often they trod the wave-washed shore, always with their eyes turned towards the future.

Thus while the years slid fluidly by and Jasmine dreamed about the green fresh verdure of existence, she was softly put to sleep by the sweetest voice of a siren. Poor, naive and trusting girl she was. She could not see how hard the bridge was rocking upon which her feet rested. How slippery and unsubstantial was the flowery slope on which she stood? There she rested, basking in the soft glow of her happiness, together with her sister. Yet, she did not see the clouds, dark and charged with thunder that rose up quickly to bide the stars from her view

Shortly after her 16th birthday, out of nowhere, when the family had just gone to bed, three men, sweaty and smelly but heavily armed, bust through the door of the small room they were in. Kyla and Jas were quickly tied up while their mother was stripped and ready to be raped by two of them when she suddenly and totally unexpected saw her chance: She picked up a forgotten knife and without thinking twice, buried it to its hilt in one of the men's chest.

Rage replaced the euphoric feelings the other two must have had, which sealed her mother's fate. With a simple thrust of a sword, her mother's fight was over. Jasmine and Kyla looked in shock and were not able to do anything but stare as their mother's life quickly fled her.

It would not be the last time they saw the colour of death.
Truly, death is like a thief in the night. With it's still, feline tread, it entered their chambers and stole their mother's breath away without any warning of it's coming!

Shortly after, Jasmine and Kyla were separated. It would be the last time Jasmine ever saw her sister alive. She was sold in slavery, way south to where she had grown up, becoming one of the girls in a foreign warlord's harem. He did not care for her age and pleads not to touch her. He couldn't even understand her but still made her his favourite. Jasmine was nothing more than a slave there though, the older women in the harem jealous and her Master cruel and cold.

After an exceptional cruel treatment one night, she was laying next to him, softly sobbing so he would not hear it. There she saw a small bended dagger on a stool on which he had thrown his clothes before raping her. She remembered her mother's action which led to her death, vividly . Then again, death was not unwelcome to her at that time as life without freedom seemed unthinkable.

As in a dream, completely detached from herself she reached out for it; she didn't even have to stand up. Slowly turning to her Master, she looked at him for some minutes. She might not have had the courage to go on with it if one thing would have been different: He lay there with his face towards her. The arrogant features were clearly visible, the satisfied grin on his face still there. It was too much for Jasmine and with one, fairly supple move, she cut his throat. The grin disappeared instantly. Jasmine watched calmly while he was holding his throat and gasped for air, air that was not his to claim anymore. Without much of a sound he died.

Only then it was that Jasmine realised what she had done, realised that a fate worse than death would be hers if she stayed so she slipped out of his room, not even looking at the two guards. They were not surprised when a slavegirl left his quarters. As long as nobody complained from within her Master's chambers, they would not hinder anybody coming out.

She was somehow able to get away, something she thought about doing numerous times, but never dared to, fleeing into the desert without even thinking if she actually could escape. More dead than alive, she was picked up by a tribe of Bedouins that took her into their camp. Yes, she had to work there but she was never made to feel a slave again.

Then there came a day when the Bedouins were at the beautiful city Ireem that rumours reached her that a black haired girl with blue eyes had been killed by a slaver. She left the camp and went investigating. Horrified she was there when a body was recovered somewhere from a beach near Ireem. She stepped to it and almost fainted when the body had no head and a small tear-shaped mole that Jasmine knew all too well.

Whenever Jasmine hears the word slave or slaver, she is not able to help herself and goes almost crazy with an inner rage. The word "slaver" is used by herself too but from her mouth it sounds like an insult...

Tre Marjeta - Prey/Slave

Name: Tre Marjeta

Age (if you have any): Old enough to know better, young enough not to really care.

Your group/occupation/level: Prey/Hard

Brief background story of your character:
Arrived in the sands after making sure to escape capture from slavers in another realm, a firey spirit with a razor sharp tongue and wit to match, does not take capture lightly and will generally find her way out of it. For more, read picks in profile on SL

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Sharp wit, razor tongue, strong personality, does not deal well with idiots. Tries to seek help very rarely.

Atima (Choco Parx) - Prey/Slave

The past story of Atima

Atima is the first daughter of Karim Tah She Coula.
Her father was a great nubian tribes leader, whose death never has been determined, and her mother was his first wife, Imene.
She would roam the village freely as a child and picked up various skills as she was never forced to do any specific daily chores, as the children of the other wives. Although she seldom left the side of her nanny, Shippi, whose son she sometimes would play with when still a baby, she found time to listen to the merchants and traders at the nearby market.
It was planned for a very long time that Atima would become the wife of her first born cousin but as her uncle had to wait ten years for his son to arrive , no marriage have so far taken place.
When around eighteen her tribe was defeated by a beduin tribe and Atima and her mother were taken as slaves, royalty were seldom killed in these daily wars, as a kind of silent respect for each other leaders.

For a few years she was kept as a slave in the tribe leaders household where she would carrie out chores like cooking cleaning and caring for sick and wounded. Since she was schooled in writing she was also carrying out scribing.
How she come to never have to do more explicit duties is still unknown for Atima. But one would guess that her mother may have struck some kind of deal with the tribes leader.

On a transfer in search of water this new tribe were attacked by other beduins and Atima's mother killed. As a sole survivor Atima fled to the mountains where she maintained hidden until it was safe to return to the remains of her mother and grief her death..
After packing only very little she set of to find a city, knowing that the dessert does not take prisoners.
Since she knows that no one will take into consideration that she was once royal, she will now have to fight for her survival.
What lies in her future, only the stars above can tell.....

Some of you may already have met her in Ireem..

Vashti Blessed - Prey/Slave

Queen Vashti was the wife of King Ahasuerus of Persia. Her name in Hebrew, is derived from the Persian words for 'beautiful woman'. It was an incident involving the queen's beauty that resulted in her divorce from Ahasuerus and subsequent banishment from Persia.

Vashti was summoned to appear before the king and some 3000 guests wearing only the royal headress; the king wished to display his property in all of her beauty to the noblemen of the kingdom. The queen's pride and lack of humily blinded her to the fact that she should have submitted to the will of her husband the king and she refused to appear despite many entreaties. This left the king no alternative than to punish this flangrant disregard for his authorty by stripping her of her wealth and title and banishing her along with her personal hand maiden Shanti and her personal guards, ten in number.

Her first months travelling through the arid lands were frought with many perils, though her guards were able to fight off two maurauding bands and preserved Vashti's honour and life. However, Shanti was not so fortunate and was taken captive by bandits; something that Vashti is mournful of to this day. Though her men tried to rescue Shanti, they found her ravanged body lost and broken.

Relying soley on her wits and with her gaurds to protect her, she learned to perform The Dance of the Seven Veils and, bewitching her male audiences, she was able to distract many camp leaders and generals hence allowing her men to take what provisions and animals they could in order to continue thier journey to refuge.

Sadly, and much to her chagrin, Vashti's beloved and much trusted personal gaurds were persuaded by those with whom they associated in nearby camps and trapped the former queen. Despite her brave fight, they bound and gagged her, belittled her and attempted to rape her before she eventually struggled to freedom, fleeing for her life.

To this day, legions of men whisper of Vashti's promised delights and how they would take her, strip her and humiliate her into submission. It is the wise and experienced man though who recognises that in order to win this flame haired lioness, he must 'tame' her as would a Lion until she willingly surrenders her all to him.

Devlin Nightifire - Prey/Slave

Name: Devlin Nightifire

Age: 19

Group: Prey/Slave

Brief background story of your character:

My journey to Ireem was not an easy one. My story starts when I was but seventeen and journeying with my parents the Lord and Lady Nightfire of Scotland to Greece to meet my betroth. An arranged marriage, as was a custom in our family, for my betroth was in fact the son of my mother’s younger sister’s husband’s brother and his wife. The journey there had been uneventful, and as I was not needed for the final decision of details, being that I am mere female, I had decided to take a walk along the beach. How was I to know that this would be the last time I would see my family? I had really not wandered far when I woman came walking up to me and asked me if I wished to purchase any of fruit she had in her basket. Before I could finish taking the money out of my change purse I felt a hand slide across my waist pulling me back against his strong body in a tight grip and another across my mouth making it impossible to let out a scream. Fight as I could, I could not break his grip. All I remember is the woman saying that they needed to get me on the ship, and the next thing I knew I was waking up to find myself lying inside a locked cell in the cargo area of a boat surrounded by dozens of other girls…all of them looking frightened and hungry. There were many that I could not communicate with but there were a few that were able to tell me that I had been brought to a slave ship.

During the time on the ship, I tried to keep to myself and out of the sight of the slavers for seemed that the girls
that caught their attention also found themselves visited by them later that night. I learned many things on that voyage that I had never known in my young life. I found though later that these things that I had learned would help me to survive. It was though because of these nightly visits by the slavers that the cages were not always locked. One night as a couple of slavers where using a few of the other girls for their pleasures, I managed to get past the cage door and up the stairs to find that the ship was in fact docked at a port. I could hear the captain talking to some men about taking the slaves to market in the morning, and from the direction knew he was slowly approaching to where I was hiding so it was now or never. It was back down the stairs to a cage to be sold tomorrow or down the ramp to a town I did not know….I choose the ramp and ran straight into the night.

This is how I have found myself here in Ireem…it has been a couple years. I live my life wandering the city and surrounding desert, dancing for money and trying hard to escape from being captured.

Sam Browne - Prey/Slave

Name: Sam (Sam Browne)

Age: 24

Your group: prey

Brief background story of your character:

JIBE!!!

Although yelled at loudest voice, the command was almost lost in the roaring storm that had hit us not only with his strength but also suddenness. It was a desperate command in this weather, the seas topping the midship with every wave now, lifting the men - who held on to the ropes desperately - off the deck, destroying all effort to secure the topgallant mast that had come loose a moment earlier. Still, it was our only hope, the gust of the rocks hidden under the rough sea being close nearby already; and the coast - and with it certain death and destruction - had to be not too far away, because the rolling thunder of the breaking waves was clearly hearable now even through the gale. The men began struggling to their feet again, trying to get a hold on the slippery deck, bracing themselves against the chaos to come...

I went aboard the "Flying Seagull" two years ago, starting as a deck boy but soon gaining skills by learning from the others on board and was named full sailor one and a half year later. I was one of the few who had learned how to read and write and thus the navigator started to teach me and the captain asked me to help out with the books of trade and later with the logbook as well. It could have been not too bad a life at all, this living on the sea... had there not been the true reason for my going overseas. Often in the night I woke up suddenly, bathed in sweat and stiffling a yell from the nightmares of that dreadful night when everything in my life was torn apart. I never told any of the sailors about my real reasons for being on board and they quickly accepted my tale of having run away from home although clearly some of them didn't believe it. But I was not the only one with secrets and there was an unspoken agreement that our history was left behind now.

...and PULL!!! That was about the last I heard in that night. I didn't see the rope end coming that knocked me out and over board nor did I hear the yells a few moments later as the ship burst on the rocks hidden underwater, leaving a boiling mass of splintered wood, life and dead bodies and turbulent waves smashing everything into pieces.

I woke up from a croak near my face. When my vision slowly came back, blurred first, I looked at the beak of a raven ripping off the eye ball of one of my fellow sailors. I was laying at the shore, hearing the surf in the background, the sun burning down on me. My whole body was numb and limp and I don't know how long I lay there. I must have lost concience because the next time I woke up it was night already and the cold made me shudder. I crouched up the beach slowly and then turned around. Lit dimly in the moonlight, I saw the wreckage and the dead bodies spilled onto the beach for over a mile in each direction. And suddenly I could make out some shadows moving in between, human shapes that seemed to salvage what they could find. At that moment I realized that I still was far from being safe.

In the next days I started to gather what I could find for my survival and explored the surrounding area. I found some rocks and later a small cave near the coast, where I could put some of my goods, but there was no water to be found and I soon had used all of the water I had collected from holes in the rocks after the downpour of that deadly night. One morning, I set out with my few belongings, walking close to the shore and looking for any sign of where the raiders of the first night might have gone. It was a two day walk and at the end of it I was near delirium when I finally saw the city. Placed on rocks nearby the shore, it gleamed in the sunlight, it's high towers reaching for the sky. The bustling of the place was overwhelming. So many people of different backgrounds, the clamor in the markets, the smells of a thousand spices...

Suddenly I heard a scream of horror and was almost trampled by a bedouin riding on his camel, a bound girl thrown over his saddle and whipping his way out of the city before the city guards had any chance of closing the gates. For a brief moment I wanted to grab the sword of a knight running by and jump on the next horse in persuit of the predator. Instead I moved into the shadow of the high city wall, making my way to the harbor gate, taking some food with me that I didn't have any money for to buy it.

Dispair hat gripped me again and I sat down, shaken by a flood of memories that came rushing in all in once. I could hear again the soft sounds of feet that woke me up that night, the sound of swords drawn, the fighting against the assassins, pouring in one after the other from all sides... I didn't feel my wounds first, but after a while I had taken too many and finally, laying in the dust half unconscious I heard those dreaded words, being spoken full of mockery: You failed! She is dead! Those words have never left me since that night. I vowed to not touch a sword again, I could not after my failure.

But being in this city, I had to find a way to survive. Not hoping for any decent kind of life - for the world now felt shallow and life- and colorless - I still had to live and try to make up for my failure. Therefore, I began to run. I started to explore in and out of the city until I knew more hiding places, more secret passages, more ways to climb or jump a wall or house or tent then most of the predators that were raiding the city and it's outskirts regularly...

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:
Sam has a loose tongue and has gotten into trouble by that more then once already. He likes to boast sometimes and to annoy preds. However, he usually thinks not in groups but will respect each person individually, depending on their behaviour. Deep within he is hiding a passionate and caring heart and will go to great lengths to help someone in need. His true longing and desires are well hidden unter his outward behaviour of not caring about anything. He tries to hide his real thoughts and when asked about his past or the marks of his former profession on his body, he will avoid any real answer and shy away.

Nova Brezoianu - Prey/Slave

NAME: Nova Brezoianu

AGE: Appears to be in her mid to late twenties.

GROUP/OCCUPATION/LEVEL: Prey/Slave

BACKGROUND STORY:
Nova is a nymph who rescued a badly beaten maiden from the clutches of a small band of slavers by luring them into her swampy woods, where they were snapped up one after another by the carnivorous plants sacred to her. However, Nova herself fell in love with the young maiden as she nursed her back to health, and delayed escorting the
virgin back to her people. The maiden's pious parents prayed to the gods, offering generous sacrifices to Zeus himself, who sent his messenger Hermes to warn Nova that she should not to delay any longer returning the maiden to the human settlement if she wished to avoid
his wrath. Nova agreed, but when she reached a cave shelter along the way, her heart was sick with love for the maiden, and she delayed her longer, pretending to be lost in the cave's murky depths, thinking to hide from the father of the gods. But when the parents' supplications
continued to rise up to Zeus, he sent Athena (in the guise of a hunter) to show another band of slavers where to lie in wait for Nova when she would venture out of the cave for food for the maiden. Thus Nova was captured, and Athena gave the slavers specimens of Nova's
carnivorous plants, showing them how to care for them, thus giving them power over the nymph's life or death. Athena also showed them how they might fetch the handsomest price for their prize by sailing for Ireem, which is well known to have an eager demand for slaves of all
kinds, let alone a nymph in pristine condition, and sent a warm following wind to speed their journey. Finally, Athena (still disguised as a hunter) saw to the return of the maiden at last to her kingdom and pious family.

Meanwhile, Nova's slavers saw to it that her plants were replanted in the Palace gardens at Ireem, and the gardener provided with Athena's instructions about their care. Nova herself was kept in the harem for a time, until she fetched a handsome price--fully twice the price,
indeed, that Athena had promised them--when sold to a powerful Magus.
The relationship lasted only a year, however, for the Magus was vulnerable to strong drink, and in a drunken stupor succumbed to the temptation of a vulgar street duel, during which he miscalculated and was forced to hastily disappear--literally in a puff of smoke. Nova
was permitted to return to his estate to await his reappearance... but to this day he has never returned.

Finding herself somewhat free, yet unable to escape Ireem without her plants (or a vessel to carry her), Nova has taken refuge in the caves and temple labyrinths beneath the palace, venturing forth occasionally to earn a few dinars as a dancer or at the hammam, and spend them at market. It's then that she is sometimes overtaken by the slavers potentially lurking behind every pillar. But she is uncommonly willful--being practically a goddess herself--and can be very slippery if not restrained properly. Eventually, the hearts of her temporary
masters have always softened for her, they relax their guard, and she darts away at the best opportunity. If she can make it back to her refuge, she is relatively safe for a time, but eventually she must venture out again, not just for food and water, but because her spirit
yearns to see the sun and moon and stars, for fresh air and the expanse of the outdoors, and it drives her mad to remain cooped up for long.

The Palace Guards have instructions never to allow her into the Palace unless she is carefully restrained under strict supervision, lest she recover her plants and thus the means to finally escape Qasr al Abeed once and for all.

CHARACTER PERSONALITY TRAITS, STRENGTHS, FLAWS:
Nova appears human in every way, except: 1) her heartbeat and breathing rate are 10% faster; 2) her body temperature runs almost 10°F hotter; and 3) her irises are an intense, luminous amber color that is rarely encountered. Though not necessarily immortal, she heals much faster than humans, does not age, and will live for aeons--as long as she is not killed outright, or long separated from the carnivorous pitcher plants sacred to her, to which her life force is
tied.

Anja Skinstad - Prey/Slave

Name: Anja Skinstad

Prey/Slave

My name is Anja Skinstad. I come from some nothern territories, where you see snow in the valleys in wintertime, even though it is a most beautiful country - covered with green grass and deep forests small rivers and brooks cutting through and inhabited by very friendly people.. The people of my country almost never fights - except when the borders are attacked - and then they are very dangerous. No intruding army has ever escaped alive...

The girls of this wonderful country is raised to serve their husbands and to keep the family traditions. And they do it well. Most of them.

I am afraid to say that I was too adventurous in mind to follow traditions, so one day I ran off and joined a caravan going south. What I didn't understand was, that the merchant who owned the caravan wanted some specific services in return for my relative security in the caravan. So when I rejected him - he got angry - beat me up - and threw me off like garbage in the harbour of Ireem - without money and with only the clothes I was wearing.

I must say Ireem is a beautiful city, and I have already met a lot of wonderful people here, so I intend to stay. And one day I might get a better job and be respected?

Character personality traits, strengths, flaws:

I believe in the good in people. You may say I am a bit naive. On the other hand I can be furious if I feel I am being cheated on or teased in an evil way. I like to help other people. And I have some skills with my hands like needlework and so.

SugarKane Twine - Prey/Slave

SugarKane Twine
Age: 22
Slave/Prey


SugarKane arrived in Ireem only to find herself abused, imprisoned, raped, hungry, defenseless and alone.

SugarKane, 22, came to Ireem on a boat that held many woman who were captured while traveling abroad with their families. Once the ship docked in Ireem, she thought she was being hired to serve as a maid. Not being able to understand the language in which these people spoke, she soon found herself enslaved by her employer.

Sugar's weight dropped dramatically after she came to Ireem. Awakened daily at 4:00 AM, she was forbidden to eat before 5:00 PM. Even then, she was only allowed to drink unpurified water with her meager meals. Locked inside all day, she was unable to search for assistance.
The day came when she was left alone to fetch the water, her she made her escape.. running fast and hard into the desert where she hid for 2 days before venturing back into the city.

Sugar ended up wandering the streets of Ireem in tears. With one eye swollen and a bump rising on her forehead, she rubbed the red marks on her neck, signs that "Madam" had, on many occasions, pulled Sugar's hair and banged her head against the wall. Clasping her well-worn dress, she sobbed as she recalled her mistress stripping her down to her underwear and beating her thin body. Sugar's tied hands prevented her from defending herself. The pain became even more unbearable when she was thrown to the floor and trod on repeatedly. "I wanted to throw myself from the roof of the building top! I'd rather die than go on like this." She swore to herself and to her god, that she would never be anyone's slave.

She often goes unnoticed, giving her the opportunity to wander within the city. Stealing beautiful clothing from time to time, making herself appear as though she belonged. She often finds work as a dancer, earning her enough money to survive. To this day you will see her, quiet and timid and ready to flee her next capture. Praying for the day her family finds her and takes her home. Until that day she will do what she must, to survive the harsh desert and the people that are eager to enslave her.