Post by Deleted on Sept 14, 2012 11:01:29 GMT -5
* Name- Lyalill Kunar
* Age- 17
* Gender- Male
* Species- Anomid
* Affiliation- Neutral
* Home-world- (Born in the Cargo bay of a cruiser)
* Appearance-
Lyalil is, for lack of better terms, angelic. His soft, silk-like white hair falls in subtle curls to about his upper back, flowing easily as he moves despite it's thickness. His skin is a soft, light peach color, though his lips are a bit silvery, giving him the appearance of wearing a quiet shade of lipstick. Lyalill's Eyes are a glacier shade of blue, fringed by a light silver. A tattooed '17-31' is on his left shoulder, the horrid number stark black against his supple skin.
Lyalill is a very petite boy in build, standing just over five foot three, with a slim torso and hardly any muscle tone. He has the posture of a glass doll, with dainty, delicate limbs and appendages. He is very lightweight, due to the low bone density of his species, and can be easily lifted by even an older child. Lyalill is usually seen wearing a parka-like, fur-lined white coat and white "dress" pants. He is forced to walk barefoot.
* Weapons- None
* Bio (short version)- Born in the cargo bay of a slaveholder's cruiser, Lyalill Had been forced into slavery from the minute he was bundled. Though the Slaver, Gerek, a Thakwaash with a knack for finding pretty things, had allowed him three years of "comfort" to develop. When he was three, it was clear to Gerek that Lylalill was not the type of slave to do work. Instead, he got to know the boy, bought him fitting clothes, let him eat more. It was a horrid nightmare the first night he was "put to work".
Lyalill had been tied at the wrists, Naked, by Gerek, and locked in a small room with no windows. He was blindfolded, scared, and shivering form cold. He soon found out why his master kept him so pretty, however. The reason left him crying and unable to walk on his own for many days, but he got no rest. His "work" was bloody, humiliating, and painful, yet occasionally pleasurable when one of the few patrons were gentle. He never trusted his master since, despite all the special treatment he receives.
Lyalill, being Anomid, is unable to speak. He communicates through a sign language few know unless they have studied it. He is capable of making soft noises, like whimpers, gasps, whines, but nothing too loud. He still lives in the cruiser with his slaver, and has a microchip implanted in his shoulder so he isn't able to run away. The microchip will detonate if he is three miles or more from his master. He is also an exceptional artist.
* Sample RP-
It was cold, as usual. The soft, flickering lights of the cruiser's hallways hardly illuminated the corridor as the small figure limped his way up the ramp. As he came to the stairs, however, he collapsed on unsteady legs. The cold metal seeped through the white coat he wore, sending a shiver down his frail body. He couldn't get up. Every movement of his legs left him gasping in pain, tears sliding down his cheeks. Master had stopped carrying him to and from the room where he "worked," claiming that he was not needed. But Lyalill did need help. He whimpered, trembling hands finding a grip on the cold metal.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up slowly to see Tiamei, the newest "recruit" to master's cache. She wordlessly stroked his hair as she took him into her arms, dirtying his white coat and hair, but he didn't care. The Twi'lek asked him quiet questions, simple yes-and-no ones so he could answer. The last one was heard by master, however. Are you happy here?
Lyalill didn't get to shake his head.
NOTE: Even though Lyalill was forced as a sex-slave, I have no intentions of ever Roleplaying macabre scenes. If I must, it will definitely be a fade to black, as I will keep it pg-13.
Yourself
Name- Skyliere
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- eleven
Character Roster:
CT-7713, Sergeant "Stormchaser"
* Age- 17
* Gender- Male
* Species- Anomid
* Affiliation- Neutral
* Home-world- (Born in the Cargo bay of a cruiser)
* Appearance-
Lyalil is, for lack of better terms, angelic. His soft, silk-like white hair falls in subtle curls to about his upper back, flowing easily as he moves despite it's thickness. His skin is a soft, light peach color, though his lips are a bit silvery, giving him the appearance of wearing a quiet shade of lipstick. Lyalill's Eyes are a glacier shade of blue, fringed by a light silver. A tattooed '17-31' is on his left shoulder, the horrid number stark black against his supple skin.
Lyalill is a very petite boy in build, standing just over five foot three, with a slim torso and hardly any muscle tone. He has the posture of a glass doll, with dainty, delicate limbs and appendages. He is very lightweight, due to the low bone density of his species, and can be easily lifted by even an older child. Lyalill is usually seen wearing a parka-like, fur-lined white coat and white "dress" pants. He is forced to walk barefoot.
* Weapons- None
* Bio (short version)- Born in the cargo bay of a slaveholder's cruiser, Lyalill Had been forced into slavery from the minute he was bundled. Though the Slaver, Gerek, a Thakwaash with a knack for finding pretty things, had allowed him three years of "comfort" to develop. When he was three, it was clear to Gerek that Lylalill was not the type of slave to do work. Instead, he got to know the boy, bought him fitting clothes, let him eat more. It was a horrid nightmare the first night he was "put to work".
Lyalill had been tied at the wrists, Naked, by Gerek, and locked in a small room with no windows. He was blindfolded, scared, and shivering form cold. He soon found out why his master kept him so pretty, however. The reason left him crying and unable to walk on his own for many days, but he got no rest. His "work" was bloody, humiliating, and painful, yet occasionally pleasurable when one of the few patrons were gentle. He never trusted his master since, despite all the special treatment he receives.
Lyalill, being Anomid, is unable to speak. He communicates through a sign language few know unless they have studied it. He is capable of making soft noises, like whimpers, gasps, whines, but nothing too loud. He still lives in the cruiser with his slaver, and has a microchip implanted in his shoulder so he isn't able to run away. The microchip will detonate if he is three miles or more from his master. He is also an exceptional artist.
* Sample RP-
It was cold, as usual. The soft, flickering lights of the cruiser's hallways hardly illuminated the corridor as the small figure limped his way up the ramp. As he came to the stairs, however, he collapsed on unsteady legs. The cold metal seeped through the white coat he wore, sending a shiver down his frail body. He couldn't get up. Every movement of his legs left him gasping in pain, tears sliding down his cheeks. Master had stopped carrying him to and from the room where he "worked," claiming that he was not needed. But Lyalill did need help. He whimpered, trembling hands finding a grip on the cold metal.
He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up slowly to see Tiamei, the newest "recruit" to master's cache. She wordlessly stroked his hair as she took him into her arms, dirtying his white coat and hair, but he didn't care. The Twi'lek asked him quiet questions, simple yes-and-no ones so he could answer. The last one was heard by master, however. Are you happy here?
Lyalill didn't get to shake his head.
NOTE: Even though Lyalill was forced as a sex-slave, I have no intentions of ever Roleplaying macabre scenes. If I must, it will definitely be a fade to black, as I will keep it pg-13.
Yourself
Name- Skyliere
Age- 21
Years of (RP) experience- eleven
Character Roster:
CT-7713, Sergeant "Stormchaser"
