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too lazy to type out the plot other than:
Slave girl under an evil duke and the guy who protects her.
Plot subject to change with odd notice.
Name:
Age:
Personality:
Looks:
Gifts:
History:
Name: Kit
Age: 19
Personality: She's an atrocious liar, but she's good at getting people to leave her alone. A lot of people call her creepy, or just plain annoying. She's very loyal, though, and will help anyone who needs it at her own expense.
Looks: http://i259.photobucket.com/albums/hh319/Texan_Ninja/763f5323.jpg
Gifts: She can use shadows to hide herself, and can enchant people by singing.
History: She was a minor noblewoman across the sea, but she was kidnapped. She got sold to the duke, who has been trying and failing to train her.
White Horse
07-14-2009, 12:41 AM
Name: Damien Murdoc
Age: 30
Personality: Soft-spoken, kind-hearted, and a true gentlment. Damien rarely ever gets angry; annoyed and exasperated, yes, but not angry
Looks: http://i41.photobucket.com/albums/e265/Silver_Avenger/Anime%20guys/stones.jpg
Gifts: Damien has some psychic abilities. Sometimes, he receives dreams of the future, he can feel others emotions to a certain degree, even guess pretty well at what someone is thinking.
History: Damien had only just reached adulthood when his talents started up. He had seen the fall of the opposing Kingdom a couple months beforehand and when it came true the Kingdom took him right away and he's been one of their advisors ever since. When the Duke came, he was given immediately to be his advisor.
"THAT IS IT!" The duke shoved the redheaded slave he'd bought across the room. Her head snapped back, then foward again s she landed. "Go to Damien's room. Your his now, you worthless girl!" His eyes were shining with fury.
"Yes master." Kit slipped away, running. She knew he was following, to make sure she obeyed. She wished she could just shadow jump, but instead she simply ran, bruises pouding and her collar making every step a bit more painful.
She knocked on Damien's door as she heard the duke still approaching, hoping that she wouldnt'g et yet another whipping.
White Horse
07-16-2009, 02:00 AM
Damien had been reading an old textbook at the desk nearby his bed, the candlelight flickering across the pages and dancing along the walls. Hearing the knock, he looked up and over at the door before he took his reading glasses of and set them by the book than got up to answer the door. "Yes?" He peered at the frightened Kit and the steaming Duke. "What's going on here?"
The redhead kept staring at the floor. she'd never Met Damien, so as far as she was concerned, she was just going to another horrible man..
"This idiot is clueless as to how I want to do things. You need someone to look after you. Thus, I'm giving her to you. Go on, girl." He shoved her into the room, and she simply caught herself. She was terrified - not only was she practically shaking, but she was getting paler oevery time she felt the Duke look at her.
White Horse
07-16-2009, 02:43 AM
Damien watched Kit get pushed inside before he turned to the Duke. "That's very... umm... Thoughtful of you," he brushed his black and red hair over a shoulder in a nervous habit he had picked up a while back. "I'll be sure to take good care of her," Damien bowed to the Duke before he slowly closed the door and turned to Kit. "Are you hungry or thristy? I could have one of the slaves bring something up..."
Kit stared at him, eyes wide. she looked more like she needed a bath and a healer; the duke may make sure his people were fed, but he rarely let them get tended.
"I'm fine." She managed aftr a moment. Her voice just now, scared stiff and not to sure about what was going on, was a high, scared soprano.
White Horse
07-16-2009, 08:59 PM
Damien watched Kit than sighed; why did his Duke have to do this? He sighed to himself. "Well, than let's get you a bath than," he reached out for Kit's hand so that he could lead her, not thinking about how the Duke might have tortured her and such an action could possibly scare her.
she made a squeaking noise, jumping slightly. she was not a trusting person, apparently. Unwitingly, she let her shadows start playing around her legs.
White Horse
07-16-2009, 10:11 PM
Damien pulled his hand back and sighed again; what had the Duke done? "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," he didn't need his room to get dirty. He moved to the adjointing room, which was a bathroom. "Do you need help?"
Kit shook her head, her hair escaping from the braid the duke probably made her have. She slipped in, the fact she knew how to do this obvious. The shadows seemed to try and follow her.
White Horse
07-17-2009, 10:17 PM
"Make sure you're nice and clean," Damien had a thing about hygiene. "I'll have one of the servants get you something clean to wear," Damien moved to leave, shutting the door behind him before he went to ring for a servant, in which he requested clean clothes for Kit. The clothes were very nice looking; much better than what the slaves were suppose to wear.
Kit was greatful for the bath. She managed to get herself calmed down. Maybe this man wasn't as bad as the duke... She poked her head out. Clean, she was pretty, if bruised. Her hair was drying to be a dark shade of red. "Um, may I please have clothes?" She asked, staring at the floor and trying not to blush.
White Horse
07-17-2009, 10:29 PM
Damien brought them over to the door, keeping his eyes turned away so that he wouldn't see anything. Unlike the Duke, he had morals, albeit not many, but he did have them.
"t-thank you master." Kit took them, hurridly dressing. She took a moment to do somethign with herhair, then emerged. She looked prety good, actually,d ressed in clothes that fit and not looking like she'd been dragged through a mud puddle. She'd managed to get her hair into a low bun with some wooden stick sticking out of it. she kept looking down, scuffing at the floor with one toe. she had no idea what to do next.
White Horse
07-17-2009, 10:40 PM
{Do you care if I talk to deadgurl?}
Damien turned back to Kit once she had finished and looked over her appraisingly. "Very nice," he nodded to himself. "Now, tell me, young lady, what's your name? I'm Damien, please, just call me that. No 'master' or anything."
(As long as I don't have to.)
"Um, i'm kit." she said, fiddling with her long skirt. "Um, damien." She balanced like a fighter, or a dancer - like she would flee or fight at any moment.
White Horse
07-17-2009, 10:50 PM
{Thanks.. She kept saying that you would break up with me if I did and I kept telling her that you didn't care but she insisted on my asking. :/}
Damien watched the way that Kit seemed to act, his head slowly tilting to the right. "Can you do anything? Like.. Entertainment wise," he paused a moment before coughing. "Not... I mean.. Not like sex or anything.." He turned away, embarrassed at himself. "You just seem like the.. performing arts kind..."
"Um, I can sing okay, I suppose.. and dance, but you.. um... it'sw very different from your dancing here.." she said. She seemed so nervous... of course, she was also blushing madly. That was new...
((.... as long as I don't have to deal with her, i'm cool with it. If she inflicts herself on me, then I will be evil. -hugs-))
White Horse
07-17-2009, 11:10 PM
{O.k.. *hugs back*}
Damien nodded and took a seat on his bed, his book currently forgotten. "Than go ahead; dance for me. I'd like to see what you can do," he waved at Kit, indicating that she ought to dance.
Kit hoped this worked, tthen started dancing. She was good at it - it was one of the few things her mother had let her do. And once she had a song in her head and was moving, she wasn't shy or subserviant. It was obvious that most of that came from the Duke's crazy influence.
((-rubs back- I wish I could make thigns better foryou..))
White Horse
07-17-2009, 11:53 PM
{Thanks, love.. *Snuggles*}
{Deadgurl says that she's sorry for what she did to you and that she cares about you.. She wants to talk to you.}
Damine watched Kit dance, his eyes widening at how good she was and another certain area of his body doing the same. He shifted his long robes and moved further back on his bed. "You're very good at that," he murmured, licking his lips.
((do I have to talk to her?))
((-cuddles- it's what I do.))
She had finshed, and grinned. "It's one of the things that doesn't amke me feel clumsy." Then she realized who she was talking to,and turned redder, seeming to shrink into herself.
White Horse
07-18-2009, 01:55 AM
{No..}
{*Snugs*}
Damien stood up, lightly clapping. "It was very good. You'll have to dance for me some more sometime," he lightly smiled at how Kit acted. "It's o.k.; you may speak openly with me." Damien reached over to pat Kit on the shoulder. "Don't be afraid, all right?"
she flinched a bit - probably a bruise - but she tentatively smiled at him. "um, alright." she said. "and back home, well, it was all I was really allowed to do.. perform."
((okay. I'll talk to her some other time, just.. not now, okay?))
((-kisses and holds close- love you always.))
White Horse
07-19-2009, 07:25 AM
{O.k... *Snuggles* I love you more than anything... don't hate me... I wasn't saying that you couldn't talk to people; I just didn't want to hear about your roleplays with other people.}
Damien took on a look of curious confusion. "All you were... allowed to do?" What kind of home did she live in? "Well, you can do more here," he crossed his arms. "I'll try to keep you away from the Duke but he's a very stubborn man, so I won't be able to help all of the time." He motioned toward his bed. "Would you like to rest?"
((I don't like being yelled at...))
"Please?" Her eyes lit up with hope. It was evident that on some level she was starting to trust him. There were still shadows twining around her, but now they were a bit more hidden.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 12:42 AM
Damien glanced down at the shadows; this was the second time he thought he had saw them and now he was sure. Did she have some sort of control over it? Possibly.. If he could see the future than why couldn't she control shadows? Or whatever her gift may be. Damien looked back up to Kit and nodded. "Of course you may. Please, sleep," he went to his closet and found a sleeping robe. "Would you rather sleep in this? Or your dress?"
she turned bright red. then again, considering the fact that would require changing clothes again, probably for a good reason. She shook her head, curling up on the bed slightly. she didn't take up much room.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 12:51 AM
Damien put the robe back into his closet. "I just want to finish up with this book," he started, remembering that he had been reading. "Would you like to do something after your sleep?"
"I don't know.." She said, looking confused. Poor thing... things kept changing on her.
one of the shadows had curled around her collar, and seemed to be trying to lift it off; then again, it might have been the angle he was looking from.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 01:00 AM
Damien blinked and tilted his head before he moved closer to Kit to get a better look at her throat. "Is that.. A collar?" He reached out for it than stopped. "May I?" He questioned Kit, looking up at her face.
She rather nervously nodded.
the duke rarely marked his property with collars unless they would be ransomed, later, or they wer particularly good or important.
In this case, it was a heavy ring of metal that had to hurt, to a point.
the shadows around it fled from his touch, and it seemed to drop a couple of inches, making her flinch.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 01:09 AM
Damien felt around the collar, searching for a clasp. When he found a lock on it, he frowned. "Hold on a second," Damien moved toward his desk and pulled out a drawrer, searching for something to pick the lock. Once he had grasped it, Damien went back to Kit and worked on the lock. After a few moments, it popped open. Removing the lock, he unclasped the collar and pulled it away, his brows creasing at how heavy it felt. "Do you feel better?"
"Y-Yes!" She smiled at him widely, seeming to relax much more with that single comment. There were marks form the painful rubbing it had left, but to her that seemed to be minor..
White Horse
07-22-2009, 01:17 AM
Damien nodded. "I'm glad you feel better," he set the collar on his desk before going back to Kit so that he could pull the covers over her. "You sleep well, o.k.? I think you need it.."
she blushed again when he tucked her in, then smiled. "Okay.." She did fall asleep the moment she was holding still; it was almost amuseing.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 01:24 AM
Once Damien was sure that Kit was sleep, he went back over to his book. It was only a couple hours later when he had finished and still dark outside. Damien glanced over to make sure that Kit was still asleep before he changed into his sleeping robe and laid back on the back, his hands folded over his stomach as he stared up at the dark canopy. A few moments later and he had gone unconscious with sleep.
Kit woke up early the next morning, blinking as what happened yesterday finally kicked in. she smiled, shadows rising adn twining around her like kittens.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 02:07 AM
Damien had still been asleep when a knock at the door woke up. He glanced over at Kit, making sure she was all right, before he got up and went to his door. A slave a brought a tray with breakfast for the both of them. "Oh, thank you," he took the tray and closed the door after the slave had left then went back to his bed and set the tray down. "How are you feeling?" Damien asked Kit as he held her breakfast out to her. "Did you sleep well?"
She sat up and smiled at him, her shadows fading away. "Yes. And I feel a lot better.." She was sitll nervous, but now she didn't seem ready to go hide.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 02:20 AM
Damien returned Kit's smile, glad that she was feeling better. It really did bother him how awful the Duke treated his slaves, but he was just an Advisor, so it wasn't his place to say. He took a seat on the bed beside Kit and picked up his own food, taking a bite. After a couple bites, he turned back to Kit. "I was thinking about taking a walk later today. Would you like to come with me?"
Kit was eating carefully; she had a lady's manners. "That would be nice." She said quietly. "I like walking.."
White Horse
07-22-2009, 09:16 PM
"Good; we can go after lunch," once Damien had finished his breakfast, he set his empty bowl on the tray but left it there for Kit so that she could put her bowl there when done. "I'm just going to take a quick bath; I'll be right back," he picked up clothes to change into before he went into the bathroom and closed the door, leaving Kit to herself.
She finished and set her stuff down. She started cleaning hisroom, humming; shadows took care of the desks and bookshelves.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 09:36 PM
When Damien came back, he blinked at his clean room. "That's amazing.. I thought this place would never be clean again.." He grinned at her. "Thanks, Kit."
"I like cleaning." She said.
Bhind her, a fallen book was moving across the floor, where darkness sat it on the shelf carefully.
White Horse
07-22-2009, 09:55 PM
"Why?" Damien asked before he could stop himself; he hated cleaning so he didn't see how anyone could like it. He glanced over Kit's shoulder and noticed the moving book. "Do you... ahh.. have a gift?"
"huh?" the shadow froze before finishing, then faded into the wood. "A gift?" "And I like cleaning because then you can learn things; for example, how patiant people are about looking for thigns..."
White Horse
07-23-2009, 02:56 AM
"You control something right? I noticed like... I'm not sure.. Shadows? I think... I noticed those around you last night," Damien pulled his eyes away form the book and looked at Kit. "Do you have a gift? I have one, too; I have some psychic abilities." He glanced at the book one more time before returning his full attention to Kit. "Is that what you learned about me?" He questioned with a curious tilt of the head.
"Shadows do as I ask, yes..." She said, fiddling with her skirt again. "No, I learned you are atrocious at cleaning. And you really really like to read." She definately felt better; the duke hadn't broken this one.