Drystan Rhys Emrys (![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} sinsofseven) wrote,@ 2008-01-20 17:52:00 |
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Wanted Character
Who: Female (or Male - negotiable)
PB: No preference.
Background: Conflict always had it's perks... That was how he got his hands on that sweet adorable little girl. Right. What was her name again? Oh wait, her name really was of no consequence. He had a few compatriots, purely a business arrangement as they were making their way through ________ (your choice of areas of conflict). They scoured the city as the Humans made their way through on their path of destruction. Survivors had their purpose after all. Cold hearted? Oh please. They found the little girl so young and precious in the ruins of their house. Some did have a taste for young blood. So rich and alive, was like a decadent meal. Best served in small quantities. It just so happened that Drystan had such a pallet. While he rarely kept the slaves captured, life was getting dull, the conflict wanning... he deserved a pet didn't he?
She was a constant in the rich townhouse he had in Venice at the time. And she was quite the doll. Always he loved to take his taste from her. Scare into thinking he'd take much more. But while perversions of many kinds were high on his to-do list... You couldn't break your toys too fast or there was nothing left to play with. So she remained untouched in some ways, but far from in many others. Probably saw things that no one of such tender years should. Poor thing.
He'd been off conducting business in another city, who knew which one as he moved around so frequently. When the little wench had the gall to find her way out of his grasp. He hunted her for a while, an affront to his pride which he held so high. All those who had helped her found their deaths rather timely. He knows where she is to this day, but prefers the game now. She'll know soon enough what the price is for defying him so.
Who: Female (or Male - negotiable)
PB: No preference.
Background: Conflict always had it's perks... That was how he got his hands on that sweet adorable little girl. Right. What was her name again? Oh wait, her name really was of no consequence. He had a few compatriots, purely a business arrangement as they were making their way through ________ (your choice of areas of conflict). They scoured the city as the Humans made their way through on their path of destruction. Survivors had their purpose after all. Cold hearted? Oh please. They found the little girl so young and precious in the ruins of their house. Some did have a taste for young blood. So rich and alive, was like a decadent meal. Best served in small quantities. It just so happened that Drystan had such a pallet. While he rarely kept the slaves captured, life was getting dull, the conflict wanning... he deserved a pet didn't he?
She was a constant in the rich townhouse he had in Venice at the time. And she was quite the doll. Always he loved to take his taste from her. Scare into thinking he'd take much more. But while perversions of many kinds were high on his to-do list... You couldn't break your toys too fast or there was nothing left to play with. So she remained untouched in some ways, but far from in many others. Probably saw things that no one of such tender years should. Poor thing.
He'd been off conducting business in another city, who knew which one as he moved around so frequently. When the little wench had the gall to find her way out of his grasp. He hunted her for a while, an affront to his pride which he held so high. All those who had helped her found their deaths rather timely. He knows where she is to this day, but prefers the game now. She'll know soon enough what the price is for defying him so.