((Will only accept ONE more slave roleplayer. We need MASTER roleplayers... please? Anyone want to take it?))
-Basic Background and Plot-
Sacordia, the city of slaves, a city ruled by men who distribute slaves amongst one another. Slaves were meant for more than just work. Sometimes masters would use them for pleasure, to make whore houses, and sometimes the slaves were used as tools to make great money. Being born did not mean you would become a slave though; Sacordia had laws against forcing a child to become slaves. Though it was not uncommon for a young child to be sold out by his/her parents, many were because of lack in the economical structure. Money had become lacking in the days of new, the city became nothing but the slums for many creatures, and humans were said to be the start of everything. Humans had started slavery over thousands of years ago, and through their periods of time had abolished such despicable acts, classifying everyone as equals . But soon after the equality settled in, the humans were once again claiming one another. Fighting over children, men, and woman. Forcing the poor to work for pennies within the wealthier homes, until the law came to pass in which slaves were once again legal to purchase. To purchase a slave meant to purchase a man or woman who was poor, too poor to pay a lawsuit against the wealthy. Men and woman once again were buying others for their own gain in society. Though among the poor came different classifications: greedy, sneaky, and then of course, the needy. The greedy poor were people who actually sold themselves to others along with their own children. Children normally had a low life expectancy in these types of families; either that or they became one of the needy.
The sneaky, suspicious class was exactly how they sounded, hunters. This class would be paid for hunting other low class people, at times they would even kidnap the rich and sell them to other folks, of course in other cities, but there was no law going about saying that kidnapping was not allowed. Ever sense the old government fell, everything was almost at anarchy. Few cities had some type of order, like Sacordia.
Then you had the needy, which were exactly what they sounded as well. They were the children who were sold all their lives, who grew up needing to be ordered around. They feel unloved at times, and even at other times feel like death is their only true lover. These people tend to work till their little hearts can’t beat anymore. In the fields, pleasure or any other measure would keep them busy and they were there, as long as someone was barking the orders. Some of them even needed pain, this pain made them realize that they were still alive, why they were still alive was unknown, but they knew they were, and they had to keep going.
-The post to actually answer-
“This should hold him,” the grungy old man spat, clamping the metal-cuffs around a beat-up man’s wrists.
“Third time this week,” the other guard stated, wiping a handkerchief across his forehead. The perspiration had built up from all the running and chasing of this one man. “Hope he sail’s quick, and to a mean master too, he is becoming too much to handle. Next will be the whip,” the scrawny guard stated, running his hand through his hair, his other hand placing the cloth in his back pocket. Shouldn’t last too much longer in this cell anyway. No way out now.”
“True that,” the elder man stated, stretching his limbs, which were sore from the exercise. He kicked the chained warrior in the shin and started out the cell block. “They go up for sell tomorrow, yep, this one here will sell in a heartbeat. I know that… for a fact. The strong always go down first.”
“Masters seem to like the challenge,” the other added, just as the door slid shut for the night. A cobalt and silver eye glanced up into the darkness, to see what little light there was to see from the other side of the door.
Akira wrapped his arms around his legs, the chains rattling with every little movement. Long blond strands of hair fell before his face, though in the dark this was barely seen anyway. He stared up at the ceiling, knowing that Etelka too were in these very cells, her fate awaited her just as much as his own. Tomorrow would be the day that all the biggest buyers would be in the market, sizing up all the slaves who needed masters. Each cell had been labeled: name, height, weight, eye color, hair color, specialties. Akira’s was as followed:
Name: Akira DeCross
Weight: 198 lbs.
Eye color: Left – silver Right – Blue
Hair Color: Golden Blond
Akira had no specialties, none that the others found out about. The men had tried everything to have Akira work with them, but he just refused. The man laid his head back and gave out a little sigh. What would tomorrow have in store for him? Or Etelka. Etelka was Akira’s younger sister, she was completely opposite of him, in many ways. Her personality was more violent, which he was afraid a buyer would really enjoy the most. She was rude and disrespectful, and would never listen to anyone. She even had specialties in escape and assassination, though she rarely used them. On her cell her sign read:
Name: Etelka DeCross
Weight: 122 lbs.
Eye Color: Emerald
Hair color: silk black
Specialties: Cooking, entertainment
After many hours of worrying, both siblings faltered into a restless sleep, only to be woken early by the sun. Guards were clattering around the cells, yelling for slaves to stand up. The big opening had started; cell doors were open, though slaves were still chained on the inside. Everyone stood to the best of their ability and waited to be judged. Outside the slave house read a sign:
Special low prices for high quality first come first serve.
Last edited by Enkisama
on Mon Jan 11, 2010 11:45 pm, edited 2 times in total.
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