| Subject: oh look! a penny! aaaaand another slave! |
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Flyta
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Date Posted: 10:09:43 02/03/07 Sat
Character Registration/Application:
Name : Flyta
Gender : Female
Apparent Age : 12
Actual Age : 12
Birthday : July 29th
Species : A specific magical breeding in the 1700s in Brazil brought forth a human form of the clytolaema rubricauda, the Brazilian Ruby Hummingbird, the species was never given an official name. Flyta is one of the few still living, but they are common enough she’s not used for breeding.
Lineage : Both parents were “laboratory” breeders with nothing more than numbers for names. Both are of pure lines of the hummingbird-humans.
Eye Color : A clear sapphire blue, like the beak of the actual humming birds.
Hair Color : Patterned in the same colors and softness of her wings – with the blue down the bird’s back being the “roots” of the hair and it fading to the brilliant green.
Ethnicity : Brazilian-ish.
Known Defects/Scars/Ect : A perfect specimen for any collection.
Physical Description: Hummingbirds hold a sort of collectors-interest about them. Hummingbird feeders outsell every other type of bird feeders in the US every year. So it’s no surprise to anyone that hummingbird hybrid humans are extremely popular slaves. This one, is no exception. She has beautiful blue and glistening green wings arching from her shoulder blades, with a stream of colored feathers down her back. Her hair hangs in feathery waves around her upper shoulders, also sporting the color pattern. The rest of her is rather simple, and sometimes completely ignored. The girl is probably around 5 feet tall, but is rarely officially measured. In fact, she rarely even stands. Her wing beats are clocked around 75 per minute, and that leaves her gracefully hovering in whatever airspace she is taking up. She has no ability to walk without the bones in her feet and calves crushing, and literally flies everywhere. That doesn’t hinder her in anything she does, however, and makes for a fantastic different look on the things around her. She wears clothing custom-made by Yasmin, which are always of slinky, shiny, silks and satins.
Mentality : To describe a normal human who has an average of 72 heart beats per minute, you say things like “generally agreeable” or “rather pleasant” or maybe even “a bit odd.” But for Flyta, “a bit odd” doesn’t come nearly anywhere within the ballpark for her 1200 beats a minute. She’s got an attention span that appears to change with every beat of her wings, but to her everything follows a very logical progression, and she’s got a bad habit of hitting the topic right on the exact pin head at unexpected moments. She’s incredibly intelligent and perceptive, but hides it well with unexplained fits of giggles, randomly jumping into absurd homemade songs, and a general air of air that foats around within the bright shine in her eyes. And overall, she’s just happy to be flying around and getting the chance to talk to you, although, expect her to play pranks on you if she gets bored.
Training : She’s spent a good deal of her life being trained to be something pretty to look at. But when someone finally talked
Talents : She loves people, and can somehow (we’re not sure how, exactly) charm people into loving her. She’s one of those “life of the party” chicks.
Job(s)/Position(s) : Considered a pleasure slave, she doesn’t have a heavy amount of clients, but enough regulars to make that a solid income for Serena. She’s also used, quite often, as a server at parties, one that keeps a party light and alive.
Former Owners : She was a birthday present to Serena the day she was born. (Even though no one knows Serena’s birthday.)
History/Past
To Be Sold To : Dorjan
Introduction/Sale: I would tell you a story, one for you of me. I would tell you about my day, about how my life changed that dramatically that day and why it’s an important day in my life – but you’ve probably heard the story by now. I suppose mine is no different, with the waking up to ruins of a life I lived the day before. I suppose my tale is nothing above average, or even worth listening to. So, instead, I want to tell you about why I can’t walk.
Walking is something that seems to be rather expected of humans and other human-like beings. And in my case, it should be completely normal for me to walk. But, as you see, my feet break whenever I try to walk on them. I can stand, and hop a little even. But actual walking motions break my feet and send me paralyzed into bed. A trait no one really wants in a slave.
I used to walk, and run, and jump and skip and even dance. I was little thing, a child of five in a nursery-like education to become the very best slave I could be. I played with the other child slaves, I did my duties and my training. I was somehow a special favorite of the Master I had never met, and had special privileges because of it. But none of these ever really registered with me. I thought I was completely normal – wings, fur, etc were all completely common – and I couldn’t have been much more like the ones around me.
But as I began to grow, I realized what having hallow bones really meant for a child. A fall down the stairs could be fatal. I was kept on the ground level, while my peers lived down the stairs I never walked on. And soon, I learned, I got more attention with my wings flapping than without. My wings, were always a totally natural part of me. Never once were they uncomfortable or unliked. And soon, I simply grew into flying and not walking. That way I could go up and down stairs, I could keep up with those who ran, I could live a like normal to my peers. And so, after years and years, I unlearned how to walk. And now, my feet and calves can not do the motions.
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