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Introduction
In the kingdom of Galandriel, anything is possible. The poorest of the poor could suddenly become the richest citizens alive, the weakest can become the high guards of the king and queen themselves, opportunities and wonders await upon every cobblestone road and doorstep. It has been this way for ten years, ever since the beginning of the rule of the past king's son, Sir Herald Quincey Deltuor II, took the throne in the wake of death. Before this rule, long lay the kingdom in turmoil and scum, standards being at perhaps the lowest level in all of humanity.
It was after the first week of his rule that the new law was passed, under which the kingdom's astonishing and near perfect reputation was born.
Of course, outsiders to the grand kingdom knew nothing of their impending fates, as it would give a bad taste in the mouths of the world if it knew just how racist Galandriel really was. And so, people continued to flock in and out, though, the leaving numbers seemed significantly smaller than the entering.
There are the few neighboring countries that know of Galandriel's methods and laws, of those countries there are a few that will on occasion round up their own citizens to sell to the grand kingdom for profit and recognition by the king.
Please note that this is currently a closed RP, and I not currently accepting character applications.
It was after the first week of his rule that the new law was passed, under which the kingdom's astonishing and near perfect reputation was born.
His Royal Majesty, Sir Herald Quincey Deltuor II wrote:It is hereby declared that henceforth in the kingdom of Galandriel and in every partaking city of its possession, any and all female immigrants without signed appropriate forms by the majesty of their reigning country shall be taken into custody and sold as servants to any and all men who desire. Restrictions on behavior of the possessing men are unlimited, and thus do not exist. Should there be desire for one to become legally married with an immigrated person, permission is to be granted by the head priest of the residing citadel. Note that a marriage between a Galandrian citizen and an immigrant does not make an immigrant a legal Galandrian citizen.
As a warning: Any person or persons who wish to partake or aide in the illegal freeing and thus releasing of captive immigrants will be immediately arrested and sentenced to death without trial.
Of course, outsiders to the grand kingdom knew nothing of their impending fates, as it would give a bad taste in the mouths of the world if it knew just how racist Galandriel really was. And so, people continued to flock in and out, though, the leaving numbers seemed significantly smaller than the entering.
There are the few neighboring countries that know of Galandriel's methods and laws, of those countries there are a few that will on occasion round up their own citizens to sell to the grand kingdom for profit and recognition by the king.
Please note that this is currently a closed RP, and I not currently accepting character applications.
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Azrael Dubois played by MidnightCryer
A high-middle class citizen of the Citadel of Diegan, he is a reputable sales and businessman, and is likable by nearly all he meets.
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9 postsCitadel of Diegan
Welcome to Diegan Citadel. The Servants Keep is at the far west corner of the town. You will be able to find all shops, restaurants, boutiques, and merchants in the town square.
4 postsDubois Front Yard
A tiny front yard with a worn fence and struggling grass bares a withered cobblestone path leading to the oaken front door of the Dubois cottage, owned by Azrael Dubois himself.
27 postsEntryway
A stone floor lines the entryway into the house. On the right is a guest chair and a table, at the end of the hall is a chest of drawers. A glass door on the far left leads out to a small backyard with a stone patio, a doorway on the right to the parlor.
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OOC Notes
Heather Angelique Desmond felt odd today, numb in ways she didn't think she could be numb. She was clean, her hair neatly brushed, and dressed in a pretty frock that one of the keepers had given to her. It was her day, today. Her day to appear in the auctions to be sold to the highest bidder. Hazel eyes were skyward as they led her forward, the chains on her wrists clanking delicately as she was helped up the stairs of the platform, put on display for all to see. A single, diamond tear slipped down her cheek as she gazed out at the crowd. Humiliation of the worst kind. Her cheeks burned as they began to shout prices...like she was nothing more than an animal.
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Azrael sat in one of his more casual attires at the very back row of the auctioning yard, staring up at the young looking girl from afar. He himself had never really thought much about the idea of taking in a "servant" better to be called slave, nor had he ever really agreed with the King's laws. Still, he felt bad for her, and had some minor desire to have company at his lonely home. Glancing to the left, he called over a guard on duty. "Beg pardon, Sir. But the caller said she's a returnee? Forgive me but I just want the background please." The guard looked at him for a moment, knowing him well.
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He paused, placing the back of his hand near his lips then leaning closer. "Right in the 'nads." -c-Well Lord Azrael, this one 'ere is a bit reluctant to her old master y'see? She's a bit wild and untamed, wouldn't listen to 'm so she stabbed with a fire poker.
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Azrael blinked, looking up at her again as someone called out an offer of 65 gilleons. "90. I'll give you 90 for her." He replied loudly, a number of the crowd turning to look at him for a moment. Silence ensued, and then the caller grinned and whacked a milk crate with a hammer. "Sold then! 90 gilleons to Lord Azrael! Come collect your girl 'round the back!"
Azrael watched silently as the guards restraining the girl lead her back through the building to the exit gate on the other side, where he quickly headed to meet them. ”
Azrael watched silently as the guards restraining the girl lead her back through the building to the exit gate on the other side, where he quickly headed to meet them. ”
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Heather Angelique Desmond kept her eyes closed through most of the auction, opening them only when the gavel was slammed on the milk crate. Jumping slightly, she edged away from the man as another guard came up and picked up her chain. Like a meek lamb, she followed the other guard down the stairs and toward the back. She was going to meet her new master here, she supposed. It was a fortunate thing that she hadn't gone and gotten herself executed for the way she treated her last one..."Who is he?" she asked softly. The guards, surprised that she had spoken, turned to her and replied, "Lord Dubois, miss."
She nodded, unfamiliar with the name, but curious all the same. "Is he kind?"
"You'll find out."
She nodded, unfamiliar with the name, but curious all the same. "Is he kind?"
"You'll find out."
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Folding his arms idly behind his back, Azrael hurried to the far end of the building, getting stopped only once to be given a listing of information and signaling protocols by the head of the Keep. As he stepped up to the back door, he watched as the chains were removed from the girl's body carefully, a worn rope being used instead to bind her wrists behind her back for travel. "Thank you.." He said softly as the end of rope was given to him.
He began to walk away, an awkward silence ensuing for a few minutes as he waited to be clear of the guard's audibility. "I'm Azrael, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”
He began to walk away, an awkward silence ensuing for a few minutes as he waited to be clear of the guard's audibility. "I'm Azrael, it's a pleasure to meet you." ”
OOC Notes
Heather Angelique Desmond kept her head bowed, her eyes on the ground as she followed after him quietly. "It will be a pleasure to serve you, Master Azreal." she replied gently, not looking up or even caring to keep at his side. She hung back, the curtain of her thick hair falling down around her shoulders.
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He felt a bit terrible about it, the way that this girl had been broken down to be as submissive as a cocker spaniel, but in public he had no particular choice in the matter without being condemned.
Without another word he could think to say, he led her through the Citadel, waving with a polite smile and hello to the occasional friend or customer as the two began to near his home. It was a cozy one story cottage, inexpensive and rather tidy looking for a home in the low-middle class region. "I do hope you'll enjoy it here, Miss..." He paused, having not been given a name to call her by. ”
Without another word he could think to say, he led her through the Citadel, waving with a polite smile and hello to the occasional friend or customer as the two began to near his home. It was a cozy one story cottage, inexpensive and rather tidy looking for a home in the low-middle class region. "I do hope you'll enjoy it here, Miss..." He paused, having not been given a name to call her by. ”
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Heather Angelique Desmond glanced up, then back down quickly. "It's Heather, sir." she said softly. Grimacing slight, she ammended, "Master."
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Azrael could feel himself beginning to grimace as she adjusted her statement rather tentatively. They approached his little front yard, the wooden gate of the worn fence left open carelessly. Stepping aside, he gestured her forward with a polite bow of his head. "Please, ladies first."
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Heather Angelique Desmond was brought up short. She was a woman, a vermin, and an outsider. "Master," she choked, looking down at the ground. She seemed genuinely distressed. "I..." she hesitated, meeting his eyes only a moment before lowering them to the ground again.
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Looking around the area carefully for bystanders, Azrael gently touched her shoulder and lowered his voice, closing his eyes gently. "Please, call me Azrael." Again, he gestured her towards the door, offering a polite and hopefully reassuring smile. "Now, ladies first, I insist." Waiting for a small moment, he decided to gently nudge her forward coaxingly, releasing the end of rope that was left for him to hold during the travel process.
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Heather Angelique Desmond flinched when he touched her, shying away from his hand as she looked into his eyes and let her mouth open ever so slightly. Nodding, she turned and stepped into the house, waiting for him to walk in so that she might be able to start her chores.
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Admittedly, Azrael felt awful about the girl's demeanor, as if he himself were a criminal. Better I to have her than one of those pigs. He thought to himself as he pushed into the entryway of his home. She looked like a stray sheep from its flock in the center of his small hallway, unsure of her surroundings and only knowing how to take commands.
Chewing his lower lip softly, he approached her with a wan smile. "Here, let me fix this for you." He quickly uttered, stepping behind her back to untie her wrists. "There, that's better now isn't it?" He said with a warmer smile, stepping to the side. ”
Chewing his lower lip softly, he approached her with a wan smile. "Here, let me fix this for you." He quickly uttered, stepping behind her back to untie her wrists. "There, that's better now isn't it?" He said with a warmer smile, stepping to the side. ”
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Heather Angelique Desmond felt tears welling in the corners of her eyes. She brought her hands around, rubbing her wrists tentatively as she kept her eyes on the floor, nodding meekly as she took a step back and quickly wiped at her eyes. "How may I serve you?" she asked him.
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Furrowing his brow slightly, he went to extend his hand in a polite gesture, deciding against it in fear she may shy again. "Er, well.." He said softly in thought, pacing a few steps toward the parlor doorway. "Are you hungry? Would you like to accompany me for lunch?"
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Heather Angelique Desmond snapped her head upward, her face blank as she stepped over to the cupboard and began to look around for something to make him. "What does Master wish to eat?" she asked immediately, turning to him with a dull expression of expectancy on her pretty face. "I will make it."
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Cringing visibly, he stepped over to her swiftly and shut the cabinet door, pointing to a smaller door that led to his root cellar. "Please, call me Azrael, I'm not any royalty over you I assure. I have some cold jerky in the cellar, do you like jerky? I'll fetch it if you'd like some." His heart felt as if it was about to break into hundreds of tiny pieces, wrenched within his chest and wrought up with sadness and sympathy for the girl, and despite it, he forced a grin of kindness, hoping to ease her a bit.
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Heather Angelique Desmond emitted a short, panicked cry of surprise when he approached her at such speed. Sure that she had displeased him in some way, she cowered, her hands hovering near her face as she stumbled back against the counter and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Nay, Ma--Azrael..." her eyes welled with tears. She was so confused and frustrated that she hardly knew what to do next.
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Biting down on his lower with some pressure, he knelt down in front of her, looking up with a gentle gaze. "Please, please don't cry. I-I mean no harm, I assure you. I wouldn't place a brute finger on even the most evil of men, much less a woman," he paused a moment, then added. "regardless of where they hail from." He looked away a moment, down to his leg as he pulled a handkerchief from it and held it up. "Here, wipe those lovely eyes of yours and tell me what you like to eat, surely they don't feed you well in that Keep."
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The beginning of a new... relationship?: Lord Azrael Dubois purchases a 'servant'
kris0the0girl wrote:Heather Angelique Desmond felt odd today, numb in ways she didn't think she could be numb. She was clean, her hair neatly brushed, and dressed in a pretty frock that one of the keepers had given to her. It was her day, today. Her day to appear in the auctions to be sold to the highest bidder. Hazel eyes were skyward as they led her forward, the chains on her wrists clanking delicately as she was helped up the stairs of the platform, put on display for all to see. A single, diamond tear slipped down her cheek as she gazed out at the crowd. Humiliation of the worst kind. Her cheeks burned as they began to shout prices...like she was nothing more than an animal.
Azrael sat in one of his more casual attires at the very back row of the auctioning yard, staring up at the young looking girl from afar. He himself had never really thought much about the idea of taking in a "servant" better to be called slave, nor had he ever really agreed with the King's laws. Still, he felt bad for her, and had some minor desire to have company at his lonely home. Glancing to the left, he called over a guard on duty. "Beg pardon, Sir. But the caller said she's a returnee? Forgive me but I just want the background please." The guard looked at him for a moment, knowing him well. Well Lord Azrael, this one 'ere is a bit reluctant to her old master y'see? She's a bit wild and untamed, wouldn't listen to 'm so she stabbed with a fire poker. He paused, placing the back of his hand near his lips then leaning closer. "Right in the 'nads."
Azrael blinked, looking up at her again as someone called out an offer of 65 gilleons. "90. I'll give you 90 for her." He replied loudly, a number of the crowd turning to look at him for a moment. Silence ensued, and then the caller grinned and whacked a milk crate with a hammer. "Sold then! 90 gilleons to Lord Azrael! Come collect your girl 'round the back!"
Azrael watched silently as the guards restraining the girl lead her back through the building to the exit gate on the other side, where he quickly headed to meet them.
kris0the0girl wrote:Heather Angelique Desmond kept her eyes closed through most of the auction, opening them only when the gavel was slammed on the milk crate. Jumping slightly, she edged away from the man as another guard came up and picked up her chain. Like a meek lamb, she followed the other guard down the stairs and toward the back. She was going to meet her new master here, she supposed. It was a fortunate thing that she hadn't gone and gotten herself executed for the way she treated her last one..."Who is he?" she asked softly. The guards, surprised that she had spoken, turned to her and replied, "Lord Dubois, miss."
She nodded, unfamiliar with the name, but curious all the same. "Is he kind?"
"You'll find out."
Folding his arms idly behind his back, Azrael hurried to the far end of the building, getting stopped only once to be given a listing of information and signaling protocols by the head of the Keep. As he stepped up to the back door, he watched as the chains were removed from the girl's body carefully, a worn rope being used instead to bind her wrists behind her back for travel. "Thank you.." He said softly as the end of rope was given to him.
He began to walk away, an awkward silence ensuing for a few minutes as he waited to be clear of the guard's audibility. "I'm Azrael, it's a pleasure to meet you."
kris0the0girl wrote:Heather Angelique Desmond kept her head bowed, her eyes on the ground as she followed after him quietly. "It will be a pleasure to serve you, Master Azrael." she replied gently, not looking up or even caring to keep at his side. She hung back, the curtain of her thick hair falling down around her shoulders.
He felt a bit terrible about it, the way that this girl had been broken down to be as submissive as a cocker spaniel, but in public he had no particular choice in the matter without being condemned.
Without another word he could think to say, he led her through the Citadel, waving with a polite smile and hello to the occasional friend or customer as the two began to near his home. It was a cozy one story cottage, inexpensive and rather tidy looking for a home in the low-middle class region. "I do hope you'll enjoy it here, Miss..." He paused, having not been given a name to call her by.
kris0the0girl wrote:Heather Angelique Desmondglanced up, then back down quickly. "It's Heather, sir." she said softly. Grimacing slightly, she ammended, "Master."
Azrael could feel himself beginning to grimace as she adjusted her statement rather tentatively. They approached his little front yard, the wooden gate of the worn fence left open carelessly. Stepping aside, he gestured her forward with a polite bow of his head. "Please, ladies first."
kris0the0girl wrote:Heather Angelique Desmond emitted a short, panicked cry of surprise when he approached her at such speed. Sure that she had displeased him in some way, she cowered, her hands hovering near her face as she stumbled back against the counter and looked up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Nay, Ma--Azrael..." her eyes welled with tears. She was so confused and frustrated that she hardly knew what to do next.
Biting down on his lower with some pressure, he knelt down in front of her, looking up with a gentle gaze. "Please, please don't cry. I-I mean no harm, I assure you. I wouldn't place a brute finger on even the most evil of men, much less a woman," he paused a moment, then added. "regardless of where they hail from." He looked away a moment, down to his leg as he pulled a handkerchief from it and held it up. "Here, wipe those lovely eyes of yours and tell me what you like to eat, surely they don't feed you well in that Keep."
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Biting down on his lower with some pressure, he knelt down in front of her, looking up with a gentle gaze. "Please, please don't cry. I-I mean no harm, I assure you. I wouldn't place a brute finger on even the most evil of men, much less a woman," he paused a moment, then added. "regardless of where they hail from." He looked away a moment, down to his leg as he pulled a handkerchief from it and held it up. "Here, wipe those lovely eyes of yours and tell me what you like to eat, surely they don't feed you well in that Keep."
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Heather Angelique Desmond couldn't stand it, the fact that he was kneeling in front of her. She fell to her knees and bowed her head, practically prostrating herself on the floor as she covered her face with her hands. "Please..." she pleaded. "Simply instruct me, Master. I don't know how to play this game." she moaned.
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Azrael watched her without a sound, gently touching her shoulder to lift her up into his view. "Heather, was it? My name is Azrael, not Master. Now I assure you I am playing no games at all, I only mean for a bit of company and you seem like a friendly enough soul to keep around." His eyes bore into hers gently, then he got back to his feet, pulling her with him gently.
"I had a late breakfast, I'm not very hungry at all in truth, but I'd be more than pleasant to make you something to eat. What did you eat in your home country? Perhaps I can make it for you." ”
"I had a late breakfast, I'm not very hungry at all in truth, but I'd be more than pleasant to make you something to eat. What did you eat in your home country? Perhaps I can make it for you." ”
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Heather Angelique Desmond flinched when he touched her, but hadn't the faintest clue how to take his kind and tempered treatment. "I'm not hungry, sir..." she told him honestly. "I mean it." her voice dropped to a whisper. A companion? What was she? A plaything? "W-what if they find out?" she asked worriedly. "Of your kindness...this isn't normal at all." she shook her head, wiping at her eyes and hugging herself.
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Sighing, he hunched his shoulders for a moment with relaxed arms. "Well, it's perfectly normal to treat a human being as such I would like to think. You are a guest in my house are you not? It is my duty to give you respect and fairness. Now the king himself said there are no laws on how to treat you and how not to treat you. If anyone should like to condemn me for it I'd be happy to call upon the king myself." Pausing, he glanced across the small pantry toward a hutch with bottles of liquor and assorted other drinks, gesturing to it. "Are you thirsty then? I would very much like it for you to relax, as I said I mean no harm."
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