| Subject: should you all still be here and want poor old Kazan back :) |
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Date Posted: 18:56:18 07/29/05 Fri
Name: Kazan
Gender: Male
Apparent Age: 19
Actual Age (or close to it): 100 or so
Species: werewolf ( slight hint of vampire and Necromancer given him by Meria)
Lineage: (be careful with those vampire lines!) comes from a pure line of werewolf going back to ancient days.
Eye Color: emerald
Hair Color: black
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Training: fighting, pleasure slave, obediance
Talents: stealth, handling poisons, a bit of healing, and mind powers
Job(s)/Position(s): guard for Dorjan, pitfighter for his trainer Agi, and a pleasure slave and punching bag for Cyne.
Former Owner(s): Dorjan, Cyne
Known Defects/Scars/Ect: scar acrossed his back telling he was part of Cyne's trade.( they read g2- 130)
Physical Description: (preferably a few sentences minimum)
Human- Kazan has short dark brown hair that if allowed to grow is wavy. brilliant emerald green always carrying a predatory spark, darkening when feeling extreme emotions and lightening when at ease. He is trim but don't let if fool you his all muscle weighing in at about 175pd. and standing at 6.2. He carries his frame with a predatory grace and swiftness. power radiating from his being making it hard to think of him as anything but extra ordinary. confidences always masking his relaxed ever emotionless features. his skin is lightly tanned and unflawed. shifting taking care of any wound healing them perfectly.
Wolven- his wolven form has a thick pelt of unmarked black fur. brilliant emerald green eyes ( same as his human form) that shimmer with a lust for blood and killing, making him look the untamed beast he is. he is trim and well built weighing in at 180 and standing 5ft. at the shoulders, with a length of 3ft. carrying his frame with an unearthly fluidness and strength. melting into the shadows about as though he just vanishes. his foot fall silent unheard even to the sensitive hearing of a vampire. a unnatural power radiates about him unless hidden turning heads as he moves about the darkened places he likes best. all ways wearing the ever present burden of his fathers sword. a sword taken from a slayer of old and passed down from generation to generation. Its make of many different metals proven to kill a variety of different demons. the three blue stones glowing at the presence of a slayer or the touch of his families hands. its blade the hue of spilt oil and its hilt white gold with a wolfs head looking to consume the blade.
Mentality: (preferably a few sentences minimum)
hard headed and cruel Kazan cares little if he hurts anyone around him. enjoying causing others pain as he goes about him hunt for the 'ones'. he is clever and ruthless when it comes to his planning or getting information from a victim. obsessed when it comes to the few relationships he allows, guarding them like treasures. believing humans being as a weak species made of hunting and giving him a dislike for his own human form, much preferring to maintain his wolven form. his personality having at one time been the opposite until his family was killed leaving him as he is today. his tender side only showing to Sahale and Meria, sure to turn suicidal should they be taken from him as his family had before. His obsession easily turned against him the one weakness that Cyne had found could swiftly bring him to his knees.
History/Past:
does not like talking of the past though I will tell you parts of it. His family was killed when he was 8 years old. His father fighting slave traders that came looking for exotic slaves for a powerful vampire. his family being out numbered the angry traders killed his sister, one brother and his father, for fighting before taking the youngest and leaving. Kazan (the oldest) came home in the middle and watched hidden unable to help, to move. They left his mother crumpled on the ground beaten and abused, later to die of a broken heart and insanity. Kazans personality changed slowly as time moved on his heart hardening at his mother slow death, again unable to stop it, having always felt it his fault for not trying to help, for just sitting watching them be killed. revenge forever in his mind as he moves slowly about the darkened streets in search of the 'ones responsible. practicing to fight in all forms of fighting with both wolven and human forms so that one day he could slay the 'ones' and allow his family to rest in peace. The faint hope of rescuing his brother also present. taking jobs along the way to keep money in pocket caring little who he killed, how he did it and for what reason. never asking questions of his employers though he would not think twice at turning on them. hatred shining in his eyes as he watched other families still alive and wondered why it had to have been his.
he was bested in a swordfight for his life by Dorjan and bloodbond, but escaped with Meria into the night and a protected sanctuary that blocked the great lords hold over him. living within its walls in misery for months before Meria attempts to turn him vampire almost kill him but breaks him free of the crushing hold Dorjan had over his heart and mind. freedom gained and a child produced, a son( Sahale) now two, Kazans very heart beat and a reason for his capture and enslavement by Cyne. Sahale and Kazan only the bait to bring Meria back into the mistress's spidery grasp. Meria now secure Cyne turns on her word and begins to look into selling Kazan and his son, stripping Meria of everything she loved in attempt to break her.
To Be Sold To (If applicable): (Dorjan is presently the only one allowed to own slaves. He does give presents to others though.)
Introduction/Sale:
beaten and broken, crania bowed, stray strands of ebon falling into his empty emerald gaze, Kazan kneels- back to his mistress in silence. hands cuffed tightly in silver behind his back, pulled up motionless to attach to the thick collar of leather that adorned his throat. a shiver of pain running the length of his spine as he is forced to remain still in correct posture before the door awaiting the answer to his mistress's knock. the circle seeming to have completed itself against his will returning back to the beginning and Dorjans front steps. though the youth of before hand had been pride and arrogant, holding a spark for life that did not seem to be present in the downcast glance of the defeated male now.
the family sword that had graced his back even in wolven form stripped from him upon capture, held just out of his reach that he might remember his place. now clothed in the shiny skin tight black leather that was so humiliating to his pride, suggesting things he wished others not to want of him and training that brought a blush even to his lightly tanned features. hatred deep down though he dared not allow it to surface in his thoughts, the mistress knowing all and swift to punish people held dear for his disrespect. her hold tight upon him though without his family there was no hold right? wrong... his family would be forever in danger he knowing this as it would delight his mistress to no end should Dorjan ask for favors.. an extreme sadist that enjoyed the pain of others like nothing else. even now the lash marks stood out upon his flesh new and old fading together in a blurr of blues, reds and greens.
body bruised and battered, burned and branded by the cruel mistress that held him captive with the threat of doing the same to his family. the shades of blue and black easily seen though with quick study one knew there was nothing permeate other then the branding a crossed his shoulders burned into his flesh, scars that would never fade. the silver also burning at the raw skin of his wrists and ankles a display of the power held over him as they were not locked in place at the moment, this amusing Cyne to no end.
The toe of her high heels tapping lightly as she glances down upon her captive. fingers lowering to slide through his hair enjoying the flinch it caused as she tightens her grip slightly pulling his head back a bit to expose his throat. free hand falling, fingers tracing along the thobing vien that resided there no struggle given in reply. a smirk upon her lips even as she shooves his head back into the bow roughly, chuckle gracing the air. he sure to please Dorjan.. a punching bag if nothing else... after all he had run away.. the punishment and more surely well deserved.
shall I keep going or is that enough?
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