ClericSaphire's Slaves

[Cleric Saphire]

Read first: Hi. I'm ClericSaphire. I prefer active and literate partners. I am more than willing to go into the rated M sections, which means I will accomodate PM rps. I have a particular love for bondage rp so if this is something you like, then feel free to PM me!

I don't have any openings but if you're a master and you're looking for someone to rp with, you can probably convince me to make a new character. I look forward to rping with you!  

[Cleric Saphire]

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Name: Ashe Septora Vincente
Age: 21
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Height: 175 cm / 5'8"
Weight: 60 kg / 132 lbs
Eye color: Silver-white
Hair color: Silver-white
Orientation: Straight
Seme,uke, seke: Uke (submissive)
Personality: Extremely cautious and wary of those she doesn't know, Ashe will not respect those that haven't earned her respect. Once she deems them trustworthy however, Ashe is loyal to a fault, prepared to do just about everything to please her master.
Bio: Ashe was originally a hired assaasin who worked for the LeBlanc family under the shadows. The master of the house was a well respected man in public but Ashe knew better. The two had first met at a bloody battlefield, and she had been only a young girl who had learned to grab a sword and kill the opponent before she was killed herself. She met her former owner in a deadly clash of steel, but a mere child was no match for a well-trained commander. It was supposed to lead to a certain death, but this was not to be. The man that had faught her in the battlefield many years ago had found potential in her terrified, but defiant eyes, and had spared her life, taking her in and training her in the art of the blade And for years, Ashe worked under him doing his dirty jobs under the obligation of a life-debt and a threat to dispose of her should she become useless. He was ruthless, and she learned to fear and obey him, even if there was no respect involved.

The only light in her life had been, ironically, his daughter Trinity, who was a ray of light in her dark world. A kind soul and a polar oppposite of her father, this small girl wriggled into Ashe's life, earning her respect on that fateful day when Trinity stood up for the mistreated servants even after being thoroughly thrashed by her father. From that day forward, Ashe decided that she would endure the cruel darkness of life if it meant she could be around to protect Trinity in any way she could.

But this small happiness wouldn't last for long. The patriarch of the LeBlanc family had plans to kill his own child, out of an ugly envy. He had felt his position as patriarch threatened by the support Trinity recieved from his people. And in cowerdiance from the fear of being overthrown, he ordered Ashe to assassinate his own child. She would do no such thing, of course. But for a child to know that hrr father was jealous enough of his own child to order murder?

No. She would take this secret to the grave.

She expected to die in the attempt to assassinate the patriarch, or at the very least, be the target of a seething hate of the LeBlanc family. But if it meant the person she respected could live a better life for it, she would gladly pay in her blood.

That night, against all odds, Ashe successfully murdered the master she had served for so long, but was caught in the process of running away. Normally the punishment for this would have been torture and a slow, painful death, but the new LeBlanc family head merely eyed her curiously before ordering the men to knock her out. Unconscious, Ashe spent an unknown amount of time in the darkness before waking up here, with a note in her pocket that held two simple words.

Thank you.

Now somewhat lost as to what her next goal in life is, Ashe seeks to find someone she can truly serve wholeheartedly.
Collar:
Gray= Less likely to run or resist but is still dangerous.
Blue= More for around the house pleasure and is very loyal.
Charms: White dove= Virgin
Sheet of music= Can sing or play an instrument.
Laptop= Intelligent
Book= Can read.
Pen= Can write.
Wine Glass= Adult behavior, very mature
Jewels= Rare
Owner: Marshmallow Pouf as Alicia Francoeur  

[Cleric Saphire]

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Name: Aiwëndil Vyenadsvhiel
Age: 207 (Looks to be 20)
Race: Elf
Gender: Female
Height: 163 cm / 5’4”
Weight: 55 kg / 121.4 lbs
Eye color: Amethyst
Hair color: Silvery white
Orientation: Elf
Seme,uke, seke: Uke (submissive)
Personality: Aiwëndil is usually quiet but makes up for it with her attentiveness and care. She is wary of strangers and is easily intimidated. True respect will only come from her once earned, but she will not trust easily, being stubborn in admitting subservience.
Bio: Aiwëndil was born in the woods, and under the protection of her family she enjoyed her childhood, learning the way of the elves. However, peace wasn’t something that lasted, and a few years after her birth, the village she’d lived in was burned to ashes by humans, looking for elves to enslave and sell at the market. When the bounty hunters found her, she was immediately caught and put on display as a high maintenance item according to the rarity of her race and her young age. Thankfully she was sold to a kind elderly man, who wished for a playmate for his daughter who had been around her age. He had paid extra to save the poor child from a worse fate in the hands of madmen, from the kindness of his heart. And here she spent a peaceful life, which was a better life than most could afford to enjoy.

As she was educated, she dabbled in the arcane arts, studying magic and practicing it under the tutelage and sponsorship of her master, who was an alchemist himself. She had a natural affinity for it, and her skills flourished as a sorceress, enjoying life’s wonders that magic had brought to her.

However, life wasn’t without it’s pains. As the years passed on, she watched her former master pass away of old age, and then the house servants as well. And even then, she stood by to take care of her deceased master’s daughter, until even she too, died of old age. Each loss had hit her hard, and now that where was no reason to stay behind, Aiwëndil found herself at a loss as to what to do. Finally deciding, the elf packed what she had and bid farewell to her past in search of a different life.

Traveling long and far, she learned much more, and experienced the bloodier side of humans that she’d not seen with the family she’d been with in the past, which forced her to stay away from the population and live in the secluded sections of the woods. It was a gentle reminder of the childhood she’d lost, which made it all the more ironic when history repeated itself again.

Aiwëndil wasn’t expecting the slave traders when they snuck up on her in the light of day. She had heard them beforehand, but these men were prepared, and although she struggled with all the physical and magical prowess she had attained, the elf found herself being dragged back to the slave pen after exactly 200 years. Of course, this time it was far more terrifying, now that she knew exactly what humans were capable of.

Shivering in fear, Aiwëndil nowl awaits her new master…

Note/other: Fantasy setting. Prefers a master with a dominating personality that will provide her with a sense of safety. Accomodating PMs.
Collar: Gray = Less likely to run or resist but is still dangerous.
Blue = More for around the house pleasure and is very loyal.
Charms: White dove = Virgin
Sheet of music = Can sing or play an instrument
Laptop = Intelligent
Book = Can read
Pen = Can write
Jewles = Rare
Owner: Haon The Demonic Angel