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Luca Goodwin

Former-heir, now slave

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a character in “West Coast Smoker”, as played by Burn One Down

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luca andreas damon goodwin iv
as slaves usually do not have last or middle names, luca's proper and family names have been
forgotten in favor of simply referring to him as luca.
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male
although somewhat effeminate, luca has never once questioned his identity as male.
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nineteen years old
too old to be a good bedslave, that was previously his purpose. now his age has given him
more than just the loss of job, but cynicism and quietness as well.
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polysexual
polysexual homoromantic, to be terribly specific
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pro-drug, anti-slavery
even prior to his enslavement, luca was terribly anti-slavery. now it's become a burning loathing,
while his pro-drug stance comes from using drugs as a regular crutch and escape during the
harder times in his life. he simply understands that sometimes these things are best.
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luca is incredibly proper, firstly, and aloof, secondly. his haughtiness stems from a place only
highborns would know, and he still does try to act as though he's in power if only to mask how
years of hardship have torn him to bits. under the haughtiness, there's a thinly veiled layer of
fear and shyness that's not easily broken through. closed off to the world, his passions and truer
feelings drift a long ways from the surface, dissociative and attempting to escape the physical
realm of tortures and unpleasantness. he's a pessimist, hard-willed and fatalistic on top of it.
luca is more than aware that all things must come to an end and that happiness is hard to attain.
harder for slaves, and even harder for slaves in his position. he holds a mean grudge but thinks
more than he acts and rarely puts plans into motion. he's much less confident than he tends to
let on and needs much more guidance. besides that, though, he does still have a small fire still
burning in him from the days when he was free. however numbered those were.
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luca was born luca andreas damon goodwin the fourth, to the goodwin line, who ran a myriad
of companies mostly to do with musical instruments, although they also dabbled in drugs, slaves,
and upon occasion gang activities. they were well known ten years ago, and well-liked by most
families in the drug economy for their respectable and reliable practices. goodwin brand was a
household name in 2009, but that changed when one of their more powerful rivals in mafia
activity payed a visit to the house and murdered the nonworking adults in the house, as well
as any 'proper folk' adults they saw fit. leaving luca's mother alive but his father dead, he and
his younger brother were taken as slaves, along with what slaves they had owned themselves.
this included a slave luca had been very close to; davis. davis held a significant roll in keeping
luca's pretty face and body from drawing him into the more alluring trade of bedslaves early on.
two years luca's elder, he had been born on goodwin land and bred as a slave, but he had
acted more as luca's friend than as a servant. when they were captured together, luca's younger
brother was sold into a highclass house on the east coast, where the family's home was. davis
and luca, however, were moved across the country to nevada, where they were sold to an old
woman of another highborn line who was an old rival of the goodwin line. she had little business
with the boys themselves and instead interested herself in turning a profit on the pair, with an
older slave teaching luca the necessary skills to be a proper bedslave, and a few others teaching
davis the skills he'd need to serve as a house's animal trainer.
luca's haughty nature was more evident in the three years he spent with that old woman than
any other time in his life, though, and this caused one of his most evident problems. instead of
punishing him for his arrogance, his mistress punished davis. sometimes so severely he couldn't
walk or stand. it shaped luca into a timid, broken creature, until they finally broke the final bits of
his confidence by letting an infection fester in his best friend; one that killed him in the end.
after three years in her care, the old woman sold luca as a virgin bedslave to the highest bidder.
he was twelve, and he spent only six months with his first master before he was resold for being
disobedient and more of a liability than anything else. this started off a chain of luca's masters,
and the blurry whirlwind moving pictures of his seven masters between then and now, when his
final and longest running master informed him he was too old to be much use as a bedslave much
longer and that he'd be sold once more; this time to the heir of the daedal house, a house that also
had a direct rivalry with his own previous to their fall.

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i will likely update this section as it becomes relevant

So begins...

Luca Goodwin's Story

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Character Portrait: Alexandria Parker Character Portrait: Luca Goodwin Character Portrait: Caleb Jackson Character Portrait: Silas Davison-Winn Character Portrait: Basil Daedal Character Portrait: Lillina Stephenson
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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.
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luca goodwin;;
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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;;
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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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Basil Daedal

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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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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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Basil Daedal

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"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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Draco smirked at his friend at the offer to join him, something he had been half expecting and more so hoping for. Though he still pretended to act like he had to think about the over, pursing his lips and tapping his chin with his pointer finger as if in deep thought. "Well, I suppose if I have to..." He teased, winking at Basil before standing up again. He began stripping off his clothes in a slow, teasing manner, though it was a bit difficult considering he was only wearing a shirt- that wasn't even buttoned -and jeans without briefs underneath. I mean, with jeans tight as his, briefs wouldn't have even been possible to wear with them. So within a few minutes he was naked and climbing into the bathtub with Basil, something he hadn't done in quite awhile. Most recently, what with everything going on, Edmund had been busy working with the other Advisors and such, and he was sure Basil wouldn't have had any time for him anyways. So they hadn't really been able to see one another lately, at least not outside of meetings and actual work, which left little room for much of anything else.

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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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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Basil Daedal

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“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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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.