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Basil Francis Daedal, Jr.
Baz, Junior

Man
Basil has and always will identify as a man. He is usually very proud of that fact; sometimes overly so.

20
Basil is only chronologically twenty, but inside, he's many millennia old.

Homosexual
He likes boys. Cute boys. No point in denying it.

Pro-drugs anti-slavery
Of course, Basil is decidely pro-drugs. 60% of his empire rests on drugs. So why would he have any problem with them? Well, he tried to avoid his own products; namely, cocaine and heroine. He was more of a narcotic user - morphine, dilaudid, hydrocodone. Oh yes. The rest of the empire? 30% on slavery, and 10% on sex. Which is what makes his desire to end slavery all the more complicated. You see, having been practically raised by slaves, he cannot help but feel the lack of humanity in slavery is... to say the least, problematic. For years, he jumbled the issue around in his mind. He tried to build so many moral fences in his mind and heart, but every-time, he concluded that slavery was inexcusable. But he had an empire that was to be handed to him, people to pay and a family to lead. He couldn't simply give it all up and expect life to run smoothly. He wanted to do things exactly right.

Basil is... an engimatic person. He suffers from paranoid schizophrenia, and without his medications, it can be extremely debilitating. Well, even if with his meds, it can be a little incapacitating. It's hard to find him without being under diazepam, lithium, clozapine, desipramine, and hydromorphone. Even with all those drugs, however, he tends to keep a low-profile and maintains a very high-functioning persona. He's warm and caring, and tends to impress his slaves with his magnanimity. But he's also never quite satisfied with what's around him. He hates having slaves. He hates having nobody that he can completely trust. He hates being a slave to his own thoughts. And he hates feeling empty. Besides that, however, Basil is surprisingly strong. He doesn't bend or break easily, and few adversaries could truly match him. He's exceptionally intuitive, and understands people in ways that most others could not.

Basil Francis Daedal, Jr. was born in 1999, on his father's estate. He was a precarious child for awhile, not truly bonding with his father or mother. But he was also a precocious child, as well. Sitting in on his father's affairs, his childlike optimism and in-depth perspective may have not won his father's affection, but it did earn his respect. The truth, however, was that Basil hated his father in every sense of the word.

Basil Francis Daedal, Sr. was an aristocratic deviant; no normal slave-owner, he indulged in all sorts of extraworldly affairs. His slaves were sexually abused, man or woman, child or adult. When the girls would become pregnant, he would force terminations of the pregnancy. When the boys refused, he would have them flogged and hanged. At night, one could hear the clamoring screams of slaves being tortured or flayed alive. In the morning, the air had a putrid stench. A stench that Basil, Jr. still remembers every day.

Junior was no older than the age of 12 when his father forced himself on the boy. For three years, he endured his father's advances as his mother callously stood by. Cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents would come to visit and never paid attention to the signs. And if they did, they never spoke of it. When Basil turned 15, his father cast him aside and let him to live in Seattle with a cousin. It was there when he heard the cry of abolition elegantly formulated. Slavery, he was enlightened, needed to end. The only problem? Slavery was Basil's privilege and wealth.

Basil was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia at the age of 17, when he had a particularly terrible episode on a city bus. He became convinced that all the fellow passengers were secretly plotting against him, and he dashed to protect himself. He didn't harm anyone; well, one elderly woman had a nasty bruise for a week, but she forgave him upon learning of his condition. His father, upon learning of his son's condition, took the opportunity to use it as a publicity stunt. "I trust Daedal Pharmaceuticals so much," he proclaimed, "that my own beloved son depends on them." It was true, to some extent, of course. Basil was prescribed dozens of medications from then on. But Basil, Jr. knew he was just a pawn, like always.

Regardless, at the age of 19, his father welcomed him back into the home, to show off his "drug-saved" son. The hundreds of national media sites that reported the whole affair probably were never informed that his father was the most likely candidate for having caused his condition. But Basil didn't really want to expose his father; it was a scandal that would have permeated Basil's life far more than he would allow it. He needed to be strong, and he wasn't about to admit vulnerability.

Upon his father's death, Basil inherited a vast empire of drugs and slaves that ensured a pretty luxurious lifestyle. His first act as Head of the House was to purify the manor of anything related to his father's inhumanity. He apologized to the surviving slaves in secret, and offered freedom to the most deserving. Still, he had much more to do. He intended to consolidate the drug industry and ensure the end of slavery simultaneously. How? He's not entirely sure, but he will find a way.

Basil is openly affectionate towards his top advisor, admiring his intelligence and forthcoming attitude. Still, the budding romance is purely - a physical one, if at all. Basil is driven mad by the handsome man's mind and body, but he is more of an intimate companion than an endearing love. Still, he is unsure how he will feel about him in the future.

Basil has also pined for the highborn slave, Luca. Though Luca mostly keeps to himself and never expends too much energy over Basil, he still cannot help but be charmed by the boy. How far the boy was tainted or ruined by his father, Basil will never know. Technically, Luca is no longer a bedslave, and so it would be... unvirtuous to force sex on the slave. Of course, Basil can command Luca's very life, he wanted; he doesn't, however. Luca presents an invigorating challenge, and if Basil is truly worthy, he wishes to conquer the boy through merit alone.

Caleb Jackson is an interesting employee. Basil will definitely bed him, if given the chance. Anything further, well he isn't sure of.

So begins...

Basil Daedal'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 04:06:53, as written by mister-cavalier

Basil Daedal

Basil’s first official day as Head of the House. Quite… exhilarating. He eyes slowly split open as he stirred from his sleep. It was a long, dark night. He had smoked a cigar and drank a glass of Stephenson cognac. Delicious. His brand new sheets were a little stiff and underused, but comfortable nonetheless.

When Basil was given the keys to the manor and offered his parents’ old room, he made damn well sure to replace everything in it. Carpet, wallpaper, mattress, furniture. Anything that reminded him of that man.

He was alone that night. In the city, he always had a bedpartner – be it cousin, or boyfriend or random bloke off the street. But in the manor? He had nobody. And ever since he broke up with his last fling… well, needless to say he needed some attention.

He picked himself up off the bed. He was naked. He always slept naked, never really caring for fancy pajamas or even boxers that kept his junk all tightened and enclosed. Also, it was easier for him to just go from bed to bath in mere moments.

Yes, his bath. Oh he loved his bath. Perhaps the one fine taste his parents ever had: an open-air eternity bath that led out to a wonderful view of the Sound. He lightly tip-toed his feet into the water – crystal clear and piping hot. Just how it should be.

Basil finally had time to wake up. As he scrubbed at himself between his cheeks, he remembered all the official business that awaited him for the day. Signing of documents. Presenting of arms. Addressing the slaves. The slaves! There’s a new one today. A 19 year old his father had ascertained for himself. Luckily, the asshole died before he could ruin another one. So Basil pondered: leave the boy alone or make an immediate advance? His pictures were quite charming, but perhaps he wasn’t as attractive in person?

Needless to say, he had to see him at once. With a ring of the bell, a slave timidly entered the bathroom. “Fetch me the new boy. Do not haste him, I will be here for awhile. Make sure he is fully settled and the overseer is done with him. When he is ready, have him come here – alone. That is all.” With that, Basil had a cracked smile. He quietly began taking his morning pills and glaring over the darkened Sound.

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#2014-04-23 07:00:33, as written by Gentlemiss

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And that was how he found himself heading up to Basil's room, hoping his friend would have some time for him. He didn't know where he stood with the other boy anymore, since his father died and he took over as the Heir. Things weren't the same anymore... at least not for Basil. Edmund was still the same guy he was before, but the other boy couldn't still be the same, what with everything happening... could he?

Well, that's what Draco planned to find out.

"Basil, love!" Edmund called everyone by petnames, love or dearest, darling or honey. It was fifty shades of nicknames for him, and most people that commonly associated themselves with him had grown used to it. This was just another one of the things that made Draco, Draco. That and the flamboyance that followed him everywhere, today proudly shown as a pair of tight black jeans that made it practically pointless to even be wearing pants, and an open white button down that showed his nicely tan chest and six pack. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting Bae, but I wanted to see if you were busy today or if you could spare a few moments for me." He pulled the puppy eyes and fluttered his eyelashes as he took a seat on the edge of his friends bath, not at all embarrassed around a naked Basil, though it did turn him on slightly. The eyelash fluttering and puppy eyes were a trick he learned long ago that had helped him get his way for years now.

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#2014-04-23 15:22:50, as written by Burn One Down

luca goodwin;;

over the distant sound of the waves, luca hears the dorm's door open. he tries
not to flinch or let himself jump and turn fast so he looks startled, but he does
twitch the slightest bit against his will. he turns slowly, though, somehow, and
is relieved to find himself face to face with not one of the masters, but instead a
servant who looks good natured enough. the comfort is shortlived, though, due
to the words that fall from the boy's lips upon entering.
"mister daedal, our young master, has sent for you," he says, with a
confidence usually unknown to servants. to be fair, though, luca thinks, this boy
is speaking to a slave. sometimes luca has to remind himself that people won't
speak to him how he was raised to believe they will but he nods, dips his head
with respect and stands, straightening his clothing and strolling purposefully past
the boy with little more than a glance tossed his way. he knows where the
master's bedroom will be; in the best place in the house, which means top floor
and facing the sound here. luca has had enough masters to know that if he's
called this early in his stay he's being called for examination, and not likely any
sort of proper work, but he's still nervous, thinking of the different ways this
meeting could go. he almost wants to tell himself not to misbehave but he also
knows that's not really fair anymore. being haughty, and a little disobedient is
all luca really has anymore. this thought is the one that grows a stone heavy in
his stomach as he knocks on the master bedroom door.
"hello? daedal, you called for me?"

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#2014-04-23 20:31:36, as written by mister-cavalier

Basil Daedal

"Basil, love!" Basil giggled to himself at the familiar greeting. It was the greeting that Draco had offered Basil since they were kids. It reminded him of those nights they spent holding each other in Basil’s bed. As kids, it was to stay warm. As they grew up, it changed. For Basil, it became a refuge from the man who was the Devil.
" "I hope you don't mind me interrupting Bae, but I wanted to see if you were busy today or if you could spare a few moments for me."

”Only if you get rid of those dreadful clothes and join me in here,” Basil said with a feigned sheepish smile. He then waved his hands in a welcoming gesture and offered him a mimosa, freshly prepared by a slave.

"Hello? Daedal, you called for me?" Basil heard a… coy voice call out from the hall. Without hesitation, Basil said, ”Ah. Luca is it? Come in! Come in.” He moved his body to a better vantage point, suggestively opening his legs for both his advisor and his new slave.
”I wanted to know more about you. Get a look at you and see what kind of slave you are. Tell me. What do you think of my estate? And what about me? Do you like what you see?”

Basil splashed around in the pool for a bit of a silly effect. He was attempting a bit of a gamble. Not wanting to intimidate the new slave, he did, however, want to exude an air of familiarity. He was confident that the slave already had disdain for Basil, but he wasn't going to let that ruin his fun. He liked Luca, already. The smug, impatient expression. The timid demeanor. The ass. Basil was a pig, and he knew it, but he was a heartfelt pig whose loyalty is unmatched. He shot a smile over to his friend, Draco, hoping he would play along.

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#2014-04-24 00:02:09, as written by Gentlemiss

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He heard the knocking on the door just as he was settling into the tub, and gave Basil a surprised look. Though this shouldn't have been shocking, he was thinking as the new slave walked into the bathroom. His legs were stretched out in front of him, but unlike Bae, one was crossed over the other. It wasn't out of self-consciousness, obviously, since Draco was about the least self conscious person ever, but just because he was comfier this way. He listened with a smirk as Basil spoke, even as a twinge of jealously crawled it's way up his throat. This wasn't his place to say anything though, because Basil was not his and Edmund was determined to never make him so. There was no way he would mess up a relationship as good as the one he had with Basil, not for anything in the world. They just... worked out together, as friends.

"Oh Basil... Who doesn't like what they're seeing when it's you that is before them?" He teased seriously, eyeing the new slave but keeping his attention on man beside him, for now. A few moments later he fixed his gaze on the slave, one side of his lips pulled up in a cocky grin. "Tell me, Luca, have you ever been in a threesome before?"

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#2014-04-24 20:37:44, as written by Burn One Down

luca goodwin;;

as soon as luca enters the room he lets his eyes settle haughtily on the naked
man in the bath, and he feels his heart and stomach sink in disappointment. he
knew, he knew that this was going to be just another bedslave role, maybe not
in name but definitely in practicality. it takes him somewhat by surprise there's
already another man in the bath with his master. he dips his head in faux respect
as the master speaks.
"i wanted to know more about you. get a look at you and see what kind of
slave you are. tell me. what do you think of my estate? and what about me?
do you like what you see?," the master says, and luca drops his eyes to
survey his master obediently, thinking for a long moment as he remains quiet.
his master is honestly not the worst looking man alive; more attractive than any
master luca has ever had, and he has a nice smile even if his intentions aren't
pure and maybe he isn't the best person or one luca would necessarily choose
to spend time with simply for the merit of his good looks but when he responds
he isn't lying. he dips his head again to reply to basil.
"i do. the manor isn't to my taste but it is, i am sure, to yours."
his voice remains steady, the voice of a highborn and not a slave, patronizing as
he then turns to look at edmund and shakes his head. he doesn't lie to him either.
"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," he turns to basil with a smirk, "i was told you were not purchasing me
as a bedslave." his eyes remain hard and burning with the last bits of passion
and resistance he can muster this far into slavery.

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#2014-04-25 04:16:13, as written by mister-cavalier

Basil Daedal

“Oh, Basil, who doesn’t like what they're seeing when its you that is before them?” Basil stiffened a bit as his pseudo-spouse, Draco, exposed his thirst as usual. But Basil was quite used to it. It’s true, the two had had more sex together as teenagers than with anyone else, and that’s quite a huge achievement. Regardless, they adored each other’s companionship with or without sex, anyway.
“I do. The manor isn’t to my taste but it is, I am sure, to yours,” Luca said with an of hubris. It was this hubris that made Basil pine all the more for this boy’s gaze.
”Ah, well actually I don’t like it either. It’s been in the family for several generations now, and my late mother did most of the décor. Gaudy and horrendous if you ask me. Perhaps you and Draco will help me redecorate in the coming months?” Basil softly giggled to himself, turning his eyes towards the ocean. After what seemed like a brief moment, he finally said, “And thank you for admitting some sort of attraction to me. I’m honestly blushing, even if your answer was so brief.”

“Tell me, Luca, have you ever been in a threesome before?” Draco asked. As the question dropped, it was like a screeching bomb jumping. Basil visibly cringed as Draco finished his question. As usual, Draco took the plunge.

“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,” Luca’s response was near-succint. He turned to look at Basil with a heated glare. ”At least,” he said, ”I was told you were not purchasing me as a bedslave.”

”Kitty has claws, meow!” Basil laughingly replied, standing up. His manhood was fully exposed for open glory. ”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.” Basil pulled himself out of the bath and onto the bathroom floor, positioning himself intimately close to Lucas. ”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.”

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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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Basil Daedal

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a character in “West Coast Smoker”, as played by mister-cavalier

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