I have been role playing for just over ten years. I use it as a tool to sharpen my writing skills and smooth the edges of my ideas. I write books, I have 16 manuscripts, I am currently unpublished. (I have not started to seek a publisher at this time.) I am new to this site and to forum role play. If I am making a mistake please tell me, I am always wanting to learn and to do things properly. I write a lot, not only often but in large quantities. I do not require any partner of mine to match my pace, size, or style. I only wish for you to be yourself and allow me to be myself.
The first chara I will be bringing into this world is going to be a new one I have been developing as of late. I will most likely want her to end up as a slave in her story line. I may however take my time before selecting a master. I am well versed in human psychology and the art of submission and domination. I require an experienced hand and a sharp mind. If you are not experienced enough you may find yourself licking her feet. Do not take caution to role play with her, she will no doubt be worth a good tale to tell your grand children. But if you wish to be her master and own every fiber of her being, then please, take great caution.
Over cap: Race, High Human. Class, entertainer/seductress. Job: For the time being she will preform the worlds oldest trade. Prostitution, until she may make a better way for herself.
Aria is approx between the ages of 20 and 27 depending on RP. A rather classic history, small village over run by a war lord. All the patrons of said village killed, or enslaved. Taken back to the desert city they were evaluated and culled based upon physical appearance, age, and skills. From there she became what is known as a Dog, a slave used by trainers to help break in new prospects. This is a short lived career, many things can end this career for a slave, but one thing stands true through the times. They all go a little insane by the end.
Life was not all power and gain for this War Lord, soon enough enemies grew and attacked this brutal desert civilization. When the inner halls were ransacked she was shot through with an arrow and fell two stories off a balcony. By the sympathy of the gods and one man she survived. A slave trainer bought a way out for her. Unconscious she traveled across the world. When she woke a good deal of her memory was gone, but she was just as broken and insane as she ever was. This is where her story will begin.