Once upon a time there was a boy. This particular boy was strange, being he had cat ears. Now for some strange reason, the humans took interest in this boy. They forced him into slavery. Manual labor. Now this has become a fad in the small, dark world. Races of all kinds fall victim to the humans, except for the almighty vampires of course. Now there's one problem. Which will you be?

Warning: Please, oh please, keep this PG-13! As soon as the clothes start flying, take it to PMs.

Collars:
Red: Dangerous and violent
Blue: Calm and quiet
White: Pure, calm, shy, and no threat at all
Black: Sneaky and extremely dangerous
Yellow: Lean and skinny
Orange: Strong and athletic

Charms:
Skull: Hunter
Book: A teacher
Star: Pleasure
Barbell: Physical Labor
Heart: Emotional Relationship (Example: Adopted child, wife)
Skillet: Maid

Master Template:
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Slave Template:
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I'll make mine later xD

Name:justin henion

Race:human

Age:23

Gender:male

Sexuality:?

Preferred Collars:N/A

Preferred Charms:N/A

Personality:very calm and quiet, keeps to himself in public, enjoys sampling new things and indulging in those he enjoys.

Bio:born in the eighties, justin is very distasteful of the new trends and values older days, even those long before his time. Blessed with a strong metabolism that keeps his body fit and strong, he is allowed to let his diet and activities vary to extensive borders without trouble or worry. At one time he was somehow involved with a human cult obsessed with vampirism, his part not a cultist however. Since then he has taken advantage of the groups financial assets and not had to work a day despite the many indulgences he chases.

Appearance:stands six feet tall, skin lightly tanned, hair and eyes both a very dark blackish brown; hair being somewhat shaggy just above his eyebrows and over his ears but kempt. Is built very well, not slim nor brickish, simply an average shape with good definition. Left arm is scarred on the upper side from light self mutilation. Has large hands with calloused knuckles but soft palms. Wears a simple snug black tee shirt and blue jeans with black shoes, held up by a worn black leather belt.
((If I may please join))

You are both accepted. :3

By the way, sexuality is orientation. You know? Straight, bi, gay, etc?

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Name: Akiko
Race: human
Age: 12
Gender: female
Sexuality: straight
Preferred Collars: orange, yellow, blue
Preferred Charms: heart, book
Personality: Very emotional and dramatic, she loves a challenge. She's very social and talks to everyone, your either her friend and her enemy, there's no in between. Displays her emotions on her face and is very expressive.
Bio: Both parents are dead and she has had to basically raise herself. Her closest friend, maybe more, is Aang, her slave. In public she treats him like nothing, dirt, but in private she's kind and tells him everything.

OOC: June you are a life saver, thanks Hun. ^.^ I'll edit my bio now. :p

OOC: Your welcome By the way, could you explain more, I totally lost X)

OOC: You're just my Master, I'm your slave. End of Story. :p

*shrugs* now that makes sense, thanx

Name: Lunara

Race: Lycanthrope

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight as an arrow.

Collars: Interestingly enough, she has been given two. The single collar is black, backed in white. When left alone, she's the picture perfect slave. Angered, she's hard to contain and more likely to succeed in drawing blood.

Charms: Star, skull

Personality: Lunara is generally mild tempered, when left alone. Looks after other's, dislikes seeing anyone mistreated. She feels her best when dancing, entertaining guests, it was in this beasts nature to enjoy making heads turn. When not stirring lusts and jealousies, Luna is rather shy, soft spoken, and keeps to herself. The wolf trusts no one.

Bio: Not much is known about her. Has continuously been sent back to the slave pens for some reason or another, exceedingly good at gaining trust, then trying to tear her master's head of with her jaws.

Appearance: Dark as the night itself, this one is wicked. Hair black as midnight trailed past her hips, when on display, normally brushed till the curls shined. Luna's eyes are a testament to her name, colors varying from moment to moment, having as many shades as a full moon. When resting, they tend to stay a deep periwinkle, but they seemed to change with her mood. In human form she could be seen as small, five foot five, thin and built. A dancer's body, one she knew how to use. Two more forms brought on the wolf, not that anyone has ever seen them. She generally left that alter ego for when someone made the mistake of displeasing her. Changes are not brought on by the moon, though it pulls at her. High cheekbones were graced with long lashes, her skin tan and riddled with the occasional scar. Said flesh carries many tattoo’s, ranging from a crescent moon on the palm of her hand, the Celtic band around her wrist making a delicate bracelet, to the permanent belly chain low on her hips. Full, pouting lips could tempt even a saint, their color the very picture of carnal sin. For a werewolf, her body was surprisingly delicate, if a bit muscled.

It stunk. The word's kept ringing through Lunara's head, even as her eyes roamed over the others in this hell hole. Some master's did not take care of their slaves, had no interest in anything other than the small coin selling flesh would bring. The auction was a popular one in this isolated town, but it brought traveler's far and wide to see the collection of pretties for sale. The humans and vampires that visited were interested in one thing only, forced labor. Be it in the form of working the fields, ornamenting the house, or those of a more perverse nature, they came to find it here. The auction was known to be one of the best, containing some of the rarest, strongest, and most beautiful creatures to be found.

How she had ended up here, it was still a mystery. Today wasn't, for she had angered Simon, her current owner. It was not her fault he had roaming hands, and she a very sharp set of claws. Even now he kept his distance, nursing his injured wrist to his chest, sending her searing glares every now and then when he wasn't trying to pawn her off on another. Foolish human, didn't he know not to pet wild creatures. Oh, Lunara had behaved for a while, entertaining his guests, hunting for his food, but he'd gotten greedy. And she had showed her fangs. In the end, her back was still recovering from the lashing she had received, and her stomach grumbling from the lack of food.

A small hand lifted, playing with the dangling stars from the holes he'd pricked in her ears. A small entertainment for one who had been sitting in a metal cage for the last three hours. Stormy eyes took a good, long look around the wolf. An auction block was set up in the back, but in the front of this 'swap meet' were creatures in cages, chained to poles, or sitting docile next to their masters. All wore the trade mark, collars and charms, in some form or another. Bracelets, chokers, anklets, it mattered not, as long as they were identified as cowed, or out for revenge. Her own collar was buckled to her ankle, and adorned with no end of small silver coins, which jingled with her every moment.

Indeed, this one was a dancer. Long limbed, despite her short stature, the wolf could capture all the rooms attention with one sweep of those curved hips. Clothes had not been washed in days, Luna still wore her dancing costume, now stained with the blood she had released from her 'master'. The back was tattered, he had lashed out in anger, and the silver tipped cat-o-nine wounds were slow to heal in her flesh. The purple garment had once been beautiful, but now was rather shredded. The skirt and bodice sparkled prettily in the light, catching her attention even as she swept the mass of black curls off her neck. For now, she remained quite, waiting to see which direction the current of fate chose to pull her.

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{{ OOC: If you cannot keep up with length post, please do not buy her!!}}

Name: Harmony

Race: Neko

Age: 16

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Straight

Collars: Orange, twisted with Blue

Charms:, Skillet, and Star

Personality: Still being a teenager, she is enraged by her enslavement. She has a calm, but curt attitude towards humans and vampires, but around other slaves, she’s very kind and caring, especially toward the children slaves, who see her as a big sister. She doesn’t trust easily, but when she does, it’s unquestionable.

Bio: Harmony was not born into slavery, but drug from her family in a small settlement that had previously been safe from humans. She had been only seven at the time before being shipped off to auction houses. Her first home had several other children in it, where they were taught to speak and write in several different human languages. She’s open to any way of escape as well. Currantly has no master, and is in an auction house waiting to be auctioned off in the market.

Appearance:

The slave market definitely had its share of rumors floating around but the stink definitely wasn't one of them. Not even rodeos and livestock ranches put off such a smell; at least rodeo creatures all put off nothing less than fertilizer, these poor things stank like they'd been held in kennels no bigger than beds for months at a time.

Despite the smell, it was a very interesting place; so many different sorts of beings up for grabs around, so many little trinkets, so many sounds and sights, smells needless to say. Justin felt a bit out of place here, amongst everything so foreign, so new, so... Inhuman. He wasn't really aware of the collars' significance, nor the trinkets dangling about some of the various things until he'd gotten too close to a cage apparrently in which circumstance an older man had ushered him back and warned him of the black collar about the neck, also hinting not to let any lure him in by any means, despite the collar coloring; the man himself housing a few smaller feline looking kids for sale, all with beautiful eyes, lithe figures and stares that would draw any sensible, or in his case, not so sensible person in, obviously, for their little claws and fangs to go to work at.

He wasn't exactly too keen on the old man's warning, but thanked him and continued on browsing, still stepping in to get better looks at a lot of the 'merchandise', just keeping weather eyes on the collars, making sure he wasn't letting his guard slip too far in case he had to dart back away from a grasping maw, claw or tail. In other markets, he'd had no qualms about getting hands on with the wilder canines and other average size animals, not worrying about bites and scratches, it was simply the curiosity, made that much more intent here, with all these things he'd never imagined existed. He knew if he truly was going to consider any purchases, he would end up asking to examine the creature in question himself.

Name: Rayn
Race: half demon known as a Teleporter
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Collars: Red, orange, yellow
Charms: Star and Barbell
Personality: Rayn is silent, and obediant, but hates orders. She has a violent streak and would be a challenge to own, for she has a rude touch when angered. Underneath it, she learns quickly, and can make fair company in a good situation, with plenty of stories of old legends.
Bio: Rayn was born of a human Master and a slaved Demon. Sadly, more of the demon struck out in her, leaving her in no position to flee the unevitable. Rayn just bares what she can, and tries her best to be polite.
Appearance:

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The ground was hard, straw laid about as some type of pitiful cushion for his soft bottom. The air around him was damp and humid, the many smells of other slaves, other humans, other vampires mixed together to form a distasteful must that clung to his inner nostrils. This was the part he loathed the most, the wait. The emerald shimmer of his eyes gazed eerily from the darkness of the back wall in which he rested his back upon. Sitting upright, if you were to dare venture a bit closer you could see the very solemn look written across his face. His head was slightly tilted as if to purposely show off the assortment of colors and charms of his collar.

A show with an audience who already knew the actor's role due to the area he was placed in. The market showed much prejudice against the more devious slaves. His pen was specifically cast off against a far wall due to the stain of his color. Yes, the black collar was more of a burden than an honorable badge but he cared none of what the simpletons thought. Accompanying the shimmer of his alluring gaze would be a small wine glass, currently empty. It was his keepsake for his memories of the days before this pitiful life. His retractable claws ran clean across the glass, caressing it as if it were his own body; his only visible movement seen, aside from his tail which seemed to wave eerily at anyone who passed by. Consider it an honor, for it means you were supple enough to fulfill his deepest desire. That is, to slice at the throat to let forth the rains of his cup's desire pour out. And from that very glass he would drink humbly and wait for the next master who is ill-minded enough to make him... a butler. Not a vampire,mind you, he simply likes the sweet metallic taste as it slides down his throat. A type of retribution for the bullshit he has to put up with regularly.

But enough of past experiences. Zxe would be more than welcome to accompany you if you were to simply free him of these shackles, be it temporary or permanently. Of course, the decision is his to decide whether you are suitable enough for the "black cat" to tag along with you. Oh, you didn't know? Him not liking you could lead to a demise you weren't soon expecting, but then again, his benefits are what make him one of the most prized black collars on the market. Care to find out?

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( OOC: More slaves than masters. If no one takes up my offer for a few days then I'll switch roles to try and even it out.)

Name: Ivan
Race: Half human, half bat.
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Collars: Red and orange.
Charms: Skull and barbell.
Personality: He is usually quiet and shy around other slaves but can be very agressive towards slave owners not caring if they are his owners or not. He enjoys fighting and sometimes killing but tries to help other slaves if he can.
Bio: The humans found a village of half human, half bats and decided to take the people as slaves days later. Many escaped but Ivan was caught because his wings were injured and he couldn't fly away. He hasseveral weapon scars from the day and remembers it very clearly. That is why he hates slave owners and especially slave traders.
Appearance: He looks like an average human other than the obvious differences. He has dark brown hair and has a good build for physical work and fighting. He has extremely large wings that he can 'fold' up behind his back when neccesary. He also has claws on his hands and vey sharp teeth. If it wasn't for the wings some could possibly mistake him for a vampire.

The werewolf stood and stretched as best she could in the cramped space, tired of sitting in this awful heat. The stench made her sneeze, continuously rubbing her wrist over a tipped up pug nose. Spine popped in several places as she struggled to loosen her muscles, if even for a bit. It was getting crowded, and the amount of human's and vampires flooding the area made her exceedingly weary. Human's were no threat, but even her strength could not match that of a vampire. Walked now, hunched over, her lithe body restless. Just circled her cage, eyes squinting against the light to see any and all around her.

No one seemed interested, for which she was both grateful and unhappy for. A new master would be easy to manipulate into believing she was harmless, but a new human or vampire could be unpredictable. On the other hand, Simon was done with her. And mighty angry about that hand of his, which meant no food, and more lashings, neither of which sounded pleasant. So for now, she might behave like a good little pup until she knew where she stood. Nimble hands twisted her hair into a knot on her head, helping with the temperature, but revealing the mess that had been made of her back. Teal eyes locked on Justin for a moment, ruby lips pursed before her gaze moved on, sneezing once more with a feminine squeak.

Ivan had just set a new personal record. This was his 7th escape this month. He always managed to run away but always got caught in the end. Maybe it was different this time. He sprinted through the woods barely dodging many of the trees he passed by. A group of people with weapons were chasing him and finally he fell. He quickly got up again but had a large cut across his cheek. One of the people threw a rock at him and it hit him in the back. Finally he arrived at a hill and it became much harder to run up. He was starving and very tired which made him lose his energy quickly now. One of the men managed to catch up to him and stabbed him in the back. Ivan fell forward and the man grabbed him. Ivan continued fighting back and the man stabbed him again. The others managed to catch up and began attacking him. They stepped several times on his wings so that he couldn't attempt to fly away and finally when he was a bloody, helpless mess they brought him back. He didn't have an owner at the moment and probably only an idiot would buy him although he was in good shape physically. They tied his hands behind his back and shoved him on the ground but he got up anyway. He looked angrily at anyone who looked at him and he also snarled at anyone who came close enough. His wings were spread out wide and completely visible because he hoped to scare people away with it. His wounds were untreated and he was still covered in blood but he didn't care.