Description

"I don't pity myself, I just wonder why me."

Name:
Alexandria Katrina Parker

Nickname:
Alex

Age:
"I have more years under my belt through experiences than most people I know."
16

Gender:
Female

Fear:
"I'm pretty good at hiding them, unless they get too close for comfort."
-To die a slave
-Spiders
-Falling
-Swimming
-Her old boss
-Pro-slavery people

Sexuality:
"It surprises me that I seem to be one of the only ones, but it's not like I can help it. I haven't experienced anything else anyway."
Heterosexual

Romantic Interest:
"He's different from his father, it interests me greatly."
The young heir and master of the Daedal Household and Daedal Pharmaceuticals

Job:
"Not my choice, not something I like, and not something I want to be."
Bedslave

Slavery:
"It scares me, haunts me, the night I was sold to the old master, it was the night my dreams seemed to fly out the window."
She finds it to be one of the worst things in the world as it is what keeps her from anything else she could have possibly wanted. She hates what she is forced to do and would rather do anything else, but when this was requested, was punished severely. She gets punished often as she does things that were not on purpose though are considered rebellious.

Drugs:
"They don't interest me ever since I was around them thanks to the household."
She has never wanted a part in them, seeing their effects and knowing that she couldn't possibly pay for such an addiction unless she did extra of what she was already forced to do. She really couldn't stand the smells of them or the feelings that they brought either.

The families:
"Only certain ones aren't entirely terrible."
The only family members she hates are the ones that treat her like dirt. She doesn't think anything of the others as it isn't their fault she's there. At least they don't punish her when she does something remotely wrong or close to rebellious in their eyes.

Height:
5'7"

Weight:
130 lbs.

Eyes:
Brown

Hair Color/Length:
Red orange down to her shoulders

Scars:
She has some thin white scars on her back, shoulders, arms, and stomach from her old owner.

Tattoos:
No Tattoos that she has wanted has come along

Piercings:
She has her ears pierced twice, one over the other in her earlobe

Talents:
-Drawing
-Convincing
-Singing
-Dancing
-Hiding
-Hiding her feelings

Likes:
-Singing
-Stars
-Being listened to
-Outside
-Clothing

Dislikes:
-Water
-Slavery
-Her old boss
-Dancing
-Drugs

Flaws:
-She has a bad time when it comes to trying to hide her fear of water and or her old boss. She has never been able to hide it as she has difficulty with breathing.
-Never was one to read and when she was sold into slavery, was forced to abandon education, not being able to continue it.
-When she was younger, she used to have seizures though they are now less frequent and she can take medicine when she feels them coming.

Weaknesses:
-Swimming
-Reading
-Explaining herself
-Fighting
-Seizures

Hobbies:
-Drawing
-Singing
-Studying

Personality:
Depressed|Thoughtful|Caring|Guilty|Curious|Hard Headed
Alexandria is in the early stages of depression which has done some bad things to her. She is slowly loosing her happy cheerful self from before captivity though she is not facing that decline anymore as she has lost her previous master. She is not to the point of suicidal thoughts though she is close to the point of thinking of it all the time. She tries not to show her pain and doesn't vocalize it, but is not always able of keeping it out of her form.

She is a thoughtful person, trying hard to be thoughtful of other people though at this point in life, she thinks of herself before those around her to keep alive. She is careful about her words, not wanting to hurt those around her unless she believes they deserve it. She tries to not feel hatred towards those around her, but when she does, it is more of a blind hatred, only to those that are bad to her however does this go into effect.

Alexandria is a person who thinks of herself as the one who's fault it was. She will think of any small action for hours, pondering what she could have done differently and what it would have done. It can keep her up sometimes as she tries to think what she can do to fix it though it can be rather hard for her to fix it.

She hates she is not properly educated all the way as it does restrict her in her thinking and trying to comprehend sometimes. She is not the worst in the world at trying to figure things out, but she doesn't know of anything scientific really.

She is not one to change her mind and can not be persuaded from something she has set her mind to. She tries to be loose about her decisions but can't help it sometimes as she is very big into what she believes in.

Bio/History:

Alex was born as a young, healthy little girl though her parents were not married and could not afford to raise her as they were still in high school. Alex was placed into foster care before she was old enough to go to an orphanage and forced to grow up that way. She was not one to interact with the other kids as she was more curious and rambunctious than the others, always trying to read to learn more. The only friend Alex really had growing up was a boy names Jake from her elementary school. He lost contact with her as soon as she was sold away and she hasn't seen him since.

When Alex turned six, her orphanage had to close from the lack of funds. Because of this and the other full orphanages, the kids that weren't squeezed into the packed children's places were sold into slavery. Alex was bought by a cruel, rich drug lord who wanted her as a little toy of his. She was not happy about it and did not enjoy it one bit. She was to do anything he wanted though he never went so far as to bed her like her next master. He was just a man to raise her for the next master, to make her into what they would want.

Alex tried running away multiple times before she was passed on to the next master being the Daedal slave. She wasn't taken there right away though soon after the master first saw her, he was always doing what he pleased to her. Alex hated it all and tried to escape to read or do anything else to help her escape her reality that she was already trying to escape.

So begins...

Alexandria Parker's Story

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#2014-04-22 23:58:41, as written by Burn One Down

west coast smoker

may brings with it dark stormclouds of pure steel wool that stick to the grey sky
like lint on a sweater. they hang around, close to puget sound and thicker in the
surrounding hills, threatening rain but bringing nothing but the smell of it with
them. a pod of orca swims just off the docks of the loneburough manor, dark
and shielded by a gossamer of mist from their blowholes they slide through the
water like a part of it. the overcast skies mean very little to the residents of the
manor, seeing as the newest slave acquisition is arriving, which means for the
slaves another mouth to feed and another life to watch tattered to pieces before
it's old enough to really live, and it means to the heir of the daedal house some-
thing quite different. it means the beginning of the process of freeing slaves and
maybe changing the world. that might be ambitious, but puget sound has been
known for its ability to make dreams come true, after all, and if nothing else the
orca are a good sign.
the largest bull slips handily into the water as he follows the matriarch under, a
boat working its way up river as a very small patch of sun breaks through the
looming grey stormclouds. this is the beginning of something quite different.

luca goodwin;;

the newest acquisition sets his bags at the foot of the lower bunk bed furthest
from the door and closest to the window. he has very little in his bags aside
from makeup and revealing clothing given to him by his last master. he regards
all that with something akin to disgust but takes it with him anyway because a
man in his situation cannot and will not let go of the few things he does have
to his name. not that it particularly matters, after all, he himself is little more
than property at this point and pretending to be anything else is next to
useless this far in. his haughtiness might remain, but luca will always be the
first to admit that his soul is broken; slavery is no place for a highborn man
and even less a place for him. but he has somehow managed to keep going
and that's what's brought him here, finally free of his mark as a bedslave and
perhaps just one step closer to being a freed man. one can only hope at least.
but hope is rather worthless, he has to remind himself, at least to men like him.
luca sits on the bed and waits in the empty room, awaiting orders or requests,
some direction. it's become his default at this point, waiting, patient.
silas davison-winn;;

somehow, silas has found himself not only at loneburough manor but without
anything to fix or work on, which is a rare enough occurrence on its own, but
also with a full pack of cigarettes in his back pocket and a stash in his jacket
pocket. the only logical path from both those things is making his way down
the daedal property to the docks, at least in his mind, where he picks through
the rushes and cattails lining the edge of the dock to sit with his legs swinging
over the edge. as he lights a cigarette between his teeth he notes the pod of
orca not far offshore, and for a long moment his eyes catch on the rainbows
that their blowholes spatter when they give off mist every time they come up
for air. silas feels hunger gnaw at the corner of his stomach but ignores it; the
cigarette is more important, and beyond that, there's the weed in his pocket.
it's not exactly what he'd like to be doing, but si is more than aware that doing
coke at work is frowned upon in most places, even when it's legal. pot, on the
other hand, he can definitely write that off as just another way to get through
the day. at least he hopes so. the feeling of being sober is getting to him. and
anything to escape it is good in his books. holding the cigarette between his
teeth, silas pulls his glass pipe and stash out of his pocket and starts loading
a bowl, eyes still distantly on the orca, swimming through the reflections of
stormclouds on the sound.

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#2014-04-23 00:36:17, as written by Zoey26123

Alexandria Parker

Alex walked quickly down the hall, the only type of shoe she was given clicking on the ground. The old master liked heels for whatever reason though she despised them as they were always so uncomfortable, then again, so was her position. She had only just gotten out of the slave quarters to see why she was called when she was again dismissed for a later time. She ran a hand through her red hair tiredly.

As she entered her dormitory, she looked to her bed. It was made as was one of the requirements for their room. She wanted to change into something perhaps better, but didn't know what she had that was better. She looked into one of the mirrors and ran a finger under the eye liner she wore around the house.

What would this new life be like with a new master? Would he be nicer? Call her to come to him? She wasn't sure if she wanted that, only if he liked her for real possibly. Alex walked to the window, seeing the wonderful view that the slaves had of nothing but trees.

Perhaps she would be needed to serve or do something for someone later, or maybe she would eventually be let go. Smiling at the thought, she kicked off the heels and laid down. She wondered what it would be like after what felt like ten years. More than half her life was dedicated to serving others or being used, it would be difficult to do anything for anyone with as little education as she had.

Standing, she reached for one of the few books she was allowed to have and opened it, trying to read the larger words without too much difficulty.

Caleb Jackson

Caleb looked around, his head still on the pillow and only one eye open. He groaned. It was early to him and he had nothing to do but perhaps draw up that idea that came to him in the middle of the night. That's what he would do, that sounded like a good idea. Rolling out of bed, he nearly fell on the floor in his sudden disinterest in moving.

Sighing loudly, he stood and threw some clothing on before grabbing his planning book and pencil, taking it down with him as he began to draw a poor rough sketch that only he could ever really understand or interpret. Thank goodness he was such a terrible drawer that only he could understand.

Leaning back, Caleb looked at the drawing and frowned. It really was terrible, but at least he could work on it later. He wondered briefly when the new master would come down, it would definitely be interesting, that's for sure. Things have been awkward around him even though he hasn't changed except for his title. In reality if one really observed the behavior he probably had changed in his confidence levels or even his nervousness as he realized he was a target for many people now that potentially hated him. These thoughts only came from Caleb as he thought of how the man from a different perspective than most have.

A new slave was to arrive that day if he remembered correctly causing Caleb to wonder who he was, what his past was, whether he would be good enough to talk to about anything Caleb was interested in. Perhaps he was like the others, or maybe he was a new soul with new things to offer which is definitely what Caleb wanted.

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#2014-04-23 16:35:49, as written by Zoey26123

Alexandria Parker

Alex groaned softly as she heard the overseer call for her. Whatever he wanted, it probably wasn't going to be good. With a sigh, she stood. Her extremely short bottoms were rather uncomfortable, being like yoga pants but without the pant legs. She had a tank top on that moved a little too much for her comfort, but thanks to the bra, didn't reveal anything. She was sixteen and something close to a stupid prostitute with her education mixed in, the only difference, it wasn't her choice.

She walked to the kitchen where she was told to go. They wanted her to serve breakfast for some reason. Maybe it was that the old slave that usually did it had died and they didn't quite have a replacement yet, or maybe they just wanted her to do it from now on.

She grabbed the single dish that was there, only one person must be downstairs so far. She sighed inwardly as she picked it up, training from the previous master coming in use. It was interesting how he had actually taught her all the slave skills though she didn't necessarily use them all the time.

Walking out into the dining room, she saw Caleb at the table, drawing an incomprehensible drawing in his book. "There's fine," He says without looking up as he heard the clicking heels. She didn't really know what to say, so she just placed the plate down in front of him. "I'll take a glass of water," He says, still not looking up.

Alex wanted to sigh, but didn't and plastered on the fake smile that was so practiced, it was almost real. She went to the cart with a jug of water by the window and saw some orca swimming along. She smiled truly for a moment as she poured the water, cursing under her breath as the water overflowed and she missed the cup. It wasn't like her to do such a thing just because she got distracted.

She quickly poured the little bit of too much water back into the jug before going to put the glass of water in front of Caleb who had only watched, but not said anything about the spill. He didn't normally get mad about the small simple mistakes, didn't see reason and she was thankful for it though he was one to enjoy the slaves that served his every whim. He had never called for her thankfully.

"Just clean it up and wait for the others I suppose," He says with a shrug as he takes to eating whatever was on his plate. He hadn't quite realized what he was eating until he swallowed. The food was spectacular and he couldn't deny it. He smiled at the plate before resuming studying the book.

Alex, who had nodded, moved to go back to the cart, grabbing towels from the kitchen right before, and began to clean up the mess. She wondered why things were happening as they were. Wasn't the US said to have been a free place long ago? Or thought to be?

She was careful as she mopped up the rather annoying mess, it was not going to be an easy day if this was how it was going to go.

Only then did she remember the new slave again. He was supposed to have been a bedslave she heard... Someone who might understand what it was like to be treated as nothing but a body to be used. Was he close to her age or was he way older? Was perhaps another pretty face without a nice personality, or the other way around? There were so many questions that only time could answer properly.

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#2014-04-25 07:27:21, as written by Zoey26123

Alexandria Parker & Caleb Jackson

Caleb leans back in his seat looking at his barely touched food so far. He looked to the door, wondering where Basil and Edmund were. They were probably... Taking their time together though this was ridiculous.

"Alex, to see if Basil's coming down for breakfast. I'm getting bored by myself and need to discuss these plans," Caleb says though he doesn't quite realize that what he said hurt Alex. She was there, then again, in her position, she was nothing more than a piece of furniture, something to look pretty and do what they're told.

"Yes sir," Alex says putting the sopping wet rags onto the counter to take care of when she came back down. She prayed there wasn't anything going on upstairs. She knew what happened, didn't really think it was a good thing, but didn't speak up about other people's lives.

She moved to the door, going up the stairs quickly and as she came to the door of Basil's new room, knocked. "Master?" she asked using the required name by Basil's predecessor. There wasn't a response but she heard voices from down the hall at Basil's bathroom. Uh oh...

With a grand inward sigh, she walked to the door. She heard a new voice speaking. “That isn’t something I have experienced, no. Your suggestion of such a thing is in rather bad taste, don’t you think? Considering that is not my purpose. At least, I was told you were not purchasing me as a bedslave.” It had to be the newest addition to the slave group.

Then came Basil's voice. ”Kitty has some claws! Please ignore my exhibitionism and my wife’s frivolous question. He didn’t mean to offend nor treat you as a piece of meat. It’s a defense mechanism of his. And you are right! You are not a bedslave, and I will never keep a bedslave. You are my property, and I intend to treat my property with affection. You are not obliged to compromise yourself with impropriety. I apologize.” He sounded amused yet awkward at the same time. She shouldn't be listening in, if someone caught her...

She knocked softly, feeling rather uncomfortable about the situation though she couldn't not do this. "Eh, sir? Master Caleb is asking if you and master Edmund are coming down to have breakfast soon. I believe he has something to talk with you about some plans he holds for a design of some sort," She says not opening the door, unsure of the presentability of those inside.

Even from outside the door she could hear the large baths lapping against the sides. She had been in there plenty of times, knew it as well as her rooms and the masters rooms. It didn't mean she liked any of them.

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