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a character in “No Longer Chained”, as played by CortezHorse


Name: Benjamin

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Appearance: Image

Benjamin is fit from all the manual labor he’s had to do in his life and continues to do. He stands around six feet tall and his hair is always sheared very short, as per his mistress’ mother’s request. Ben has dark green eyes and generally sports a beard because that is how Madra wishes him to appear. The most obvious thing about Ben is his many tattoos that cover most of his body. They were not his idea but he wears them proudly. His mistress’ mother is a woman who enjoys art so what better way to enjoy the things you find beautiful than to have it tattooed on someone who must always follow you around. When he was owned by her he gathered quite a collection of tattoos, they were of course a mark of ownership as there was no question as to who he belonged to, but also a way to make him more pleasing to her eye.

Ben is always seen in a white button up shirt and black pants, a change of wardrobe is only acquired when going to special events with his mistress.

Personality: Benjamin is actually quite content with his spot in life, perhaps he’s an oddity in that fashion but he doesn’t believe so and with this contentedness comes an eagerness to please. He wants to do his job and do it right, after all it’s what he was born to do right? Benjamin will always walk behind his mistress, never look a woman in the eyes and snap to a task when given one. He has a good heart and you can be certain he’ll always be there to talk to when you’re upset. All in all he seems the perfect slave except when it comes to his young mistress Cidra.

Ben doesn’t enjoy seeing others in pain, especially his young mistress, and because of this he steps over social boundaries for her but only in secret. Benjamin knows what he risks by interacting with her as if he were an older brother, an equal, not some possession but if it means his young mistresses happiness then so be it.

When out of the public eye such as when he has the opportunity to interact with other males or when he’s with his young mistress he’s just as calm as he always is but will smile and laugh often. He’ll tell stories and even pull jokes on others. When with Cidra he tends to act like a big brother, picking on her and all.

Bio/History: Ever since he can remember Ben has been serving woman and the knowledge that he was less than they were was driven into his skull every day. He always believed everything he was taught and felt that he was put on this world to serve women.

At a young age he was handed off to a permanent mistress, he served her loyally from day one and wore the markings she gave him with pride. Only when Cidra was born and when his mistress tired of him was he passed onto the young girl. He continued his track record of flawless servitude until the day his mistress, just a child at a time, came home visibly upset. Her mother paid the girl no mind, as per usual, so while tending his chores Ben asked the girl what was upsetting her. When she finally told him, a case of other girls picking on her and telling her she ran like a boy, he crossed the social boundaries with her for the first time. Crossing the room he knelt down, looked her in the eyes and told her she was anything but a boy and that the other girls were merely jealous of her. All in one he had spoken to her as an equal, looked her in the eyes and contradicted a woman’s opinion. He didn’t give his actions a second thought and the warm reception the act received opened the door for him to behave more freely around Cidra.

To this day he and his mistress have a close relationship, he acting as the older brother and her the younger sister, though they hide it in public. It would seem Benjamin is very happy with his life and rebellion would be the farthest thing from his mind but the question of why he isn’t able to raise a family, have a child to call his own, is a point that just may make him ponder the thought.

Rank: Slave

Family: Benjamin’s only family is his young mistress Cidra and her mother, Madra.

So begins...

Benjamin's Story


Characters Present

Character Portrait: Nathan Atery Character Portrait: Pandora Highborne Character Portrait: Jean Odyssey Character Portrait: Gwendolyn Maison Character Portrait: Valera Falen Character Portrait: Kinara Amelia Wraithe Character Portrait: Benjamin Character Portrait: Cidra Showalter Character Portrait: Lumina Noxford Character Portrait: Umber Noxford Character Portrait: Rosalie Meleine Character Portrait: Marcus Smithson Character Portrait: Heileen Linovahle Character Portrait: Korbyn Macintosh Character Portrait: Maya Dürthven Character Portrait: Acele Simmons
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It was like a dream, floating and feeling the soft air flow through her fingertips. Oh wait...this was a dream. Maya knew this as well as her conscious. But what what wrong with dreaming? Nothing. Because one moment your falling on clouds the next you wake to the bright sun, Maya hated this feeling and she wished as everyone else did that she could dream forever for this was the place most sacred to her. No one could enter her mind in this state and for once she could get her imagination to turn it's clocks without having to have them be shut off by her mother, for her imagination was crushed when she was but a child. Maya woke to the bright sun, groaning as she tossed and turned over in her soft feathery bed. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she realized her dream wasn't as great as it would have seemed. Maya shook the thought away perhaps it was just the sun heating her skin? As it normally did. Maya knew she was one of the tannest girls in Myru but it was just the hours of training and hunting she had done to make herself this way. Maya's self conscious told her to get up but she could stay in her bed all day if she wished and she did very much wish she could stay. But just as she was about to fall back asleep a sharp knock on the door made her narrow her eyes over at it, a grumble turned into a sigh. "What is it?!" she grumbled as the sharp knocking sounded again. Before Maya could even straighten her mother enterered the room, her eyes narrowed, her chin pointed in the highly directed way, as her eyes drifted on her still waking daughter. Two slaves entered the room, one a dark skinned man that was Maya's slave the other was The Empress's. "Mother? Why do you wake me so early in the morning?" Maya grumbled, covering her self with the sheets as the slaves and her mother entered. The Empress crossed her arms, clearly not amused. "You were suppose to take the hunt patrol out this morning and yet you lay sprawled on your bed like you just fought a war." Her mother said in her high shrill voice. Maya sighed and brushed an annoying piece of hair out of her face, "It feels like I've been fighting a war." she mumbled under her breath, her mother narrowed her eyes and raised a hand to slap Maya but instead clenched her teeth. "Just get dressed and meet me downstairs when your done." she growled and went out of the room. Maya's slave stayed in the doorway watching her with curious dark eyes. "Your dismissed. I don't need help getting dressed." Maya growled and the slave bowed his head and left the room silently. As soon as the door was shut Maya stretched and got herself up and out of the bed, she didn't feel like denying her mother this morning as she grabbed a light chainmill shirt, she quickly put the chain mill over her undergarments and then put a tight pair of leather pants. It wasn't much but it would do for today. She quickly put her hair up into a small bun, looking at herself in the mirror. With a shrug she quickly put on her boots and dispersed down the stairs. "Now what is it?" Maya demanded looking her mother up and down. The Empress took a quick glance over at Maya, doing the same. "Go and do your duties, the patrol is waiting to be taken out." The Empress said with her head tilted high. Maya raised a hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "Yes, Empress." Maya said with a bow, she quickly left the castle she hated so much and before going to where the patrol was she entered the blacksmith's part of the shop. The woman worked quickly and swiftly on a nice looking sword. She looked up, "Why good morning, Maya. What can I do for you?" she asked calmly. A young man came in with a few daggers and sat them down, looking up at Maya but not looking her in the eye. He quickly dismissed himself with a bow from the room and the blacksmith narrowed her eyes but said nothing. Maya looked back at the woman, "You made the belt I presume?" she asked calmly. The blacksmith nodded and handed her a fine black belt with silver edging. Maya smiled at the work and quickly wrapped it around her chain mill, she placed the scabbard and sword in it's place on the belt and did a twirl, the belt looked good. The blacksmith nodded with a smile. "Looks great." she commented. Maya nodded and thanked the Blacksmith as she quickly left the shop, Maya headed towards the patrol, nodding politely to other women as she passed.