Post by Isabella on Sept 26, 2006 17:12:05 GMT -5
Name: Isabella Shirloux
Nickname: Isobel
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/Class: Human..
History:
“Mum..why are they here..?” The sobs of a quiet woman standing in the corner of the house was the only answer she had been given. Her eyes were kept with a dispatched look of concern as to why the three men stood at their door. One their chest guards, it had a Brightvale symbol upon it.. Swallowing as one stepped into the creeking old house, the floorboards groaning at the weight of the mans body. Isobel’s body stepped back, keeping the distance the same between her and the man, the floor boards not squeeking beneath her supple slender frame. Her fingers reached up and clung tightly to her large shirt with insecurity creasing many folds into the while fabric. The last two men stepped past the door and began to walk closer, their footsteps closing in on her body. “I’m sorry darling…I had to..” Isabella turned sharply to stare at her mom, her dark hair flying past her shoulders and resting on her chest. Only a moment she was given to take a last look at her mothers face soaked with tears. Until then, the largest man took her arm, leading her out of the house. Isobel didn’t put up much of a fight. Her fate was sealed once the letter had been sent..
Her life of anguish started at the young fragile age of 18. From then on, all her skies seemed tainted black, the sun unable to shine through to give her hope. Her body was sold, given almost, to the kingdom, and they deamed her young pitiful body a slave. Not a seamstress, nor even a handmaiden to any of the royal guards. No, her existence was given to a slave driver, who ordered her, among other things, to be the play toy of the many men who hadn’t seen agirls womans body in ages. Each breath inhailed, and each step her feet led her, brought her closer to her own self distruction. Isobel then began to think that, that was the only way a person could live. To serve others to her fullest, and hope for mercy in the end. Hope…yes in a way to show her body even an ounce of praise.
The first man to touch her body, was named Jinn Quill-Ya. He infact, died a week after he took Isabella into submission, and forced himself upon her like a hungry dog. She had fought back at first, don’t just think she is some easy sleeper. But he was conciderably stronger then the now 19 year old and easily was able to keep her steady, no matter how much she struggled. He told her he loved her that night as he so wickedly pushed inside of her. Isobel didn’t believe him. He was 40 years old, and probably hadn’t been with a woman for more then 20 years…she could only guess…. The cause of his death was from him trying to steal the food from the royal hounds dish, for he refused to eat what the slave drivers offered. It was pasty, and wreaked of ill meat. But Isabella didn’t mind. It was better then the kibble they fed to the hounds she believed. She had made one friend, who’s name was Tyrael. He was, somehow, able to get an abundant amount of sweets without any of the drivers knowing. And he shared them generously with Isabella. Her fingers unwrapped the candy so greedily one night at around 1 am. That a guard walking by heard the rustling, and immediately took Isabella from her place and threw her to the ground of the head Slave organizer. Tyrael stood there with his hands clapped behind his back, starting maliciously at Isabella as they had found him too. That night, she was unrightfully punished, as the man told her, while her naked frame was pressed against a cold stone wall, “You can’t even work, this is all you’re good for. And if you’re going to ruin your body with this sugary filth, I’ll be sure to make you sweat out whatever enjoyment you received.” And he made her eat the treat, just so he could make her sweat out the impurity. She no longer talked. Her dry lips stayed closed for the rest of the time she resided under captivity like a caged animal. Many asked her questions, and when she didn’t answer, and just looked with her large beautiful green eyes, they beat her, until they became bored and decided that was satisfaction enough. Isobel kept to herself, and isolated as much as she could away from the other slaves, her sleeping quarters was changed to a room of her own as she had requested a long time ago for it to be. When she was given food, she never ate, only drank water. For about two weeks her stomach has been empty. The only thing to keep her remotely alive in this unforgiving world was the water, and a little sinch of a dream she had for one day being free’d from this awful place..
About half of them were all transfered to Rahn as the new kingdom was built, sent to work in the underminds of everybody, keep silent and unnoticed really. Her quarters was smaller then at the old kindgom, and she had to share it with a young man, who was sent there not with them, and was new to being a slave. She pittied him and the long nights he would spend with only his tears as comfort. This place was new, but it would be no different..
Personality: A fairly nice girl..at one point in her life. Personalities can change. After being kept with the many other slaves, and that thought of her mother actually tossed her into this situation for a mere few gold coins, made her existence a little less worthy. She is respectful, and was forced into thinking that she must treat whomever is of higher power like they were the most important thing in the room. She is easily taken advantage of. Her power was diminished, and only freedom could bring back the delightful and galliant girl who had been beaten away..
Appearance:
Generally..what she looks like. <-- click.
Long black hair, and a very small tone body. Vibrant green eyes and a very gentle smile, among other things. From being out in the sun, has a dark complection, alike most of the other slaves.
Anything special: Special? Not really. Though, sometimes, she smiles even when in the worst of things..
Weaknesses: Basically, anyone who is of higher power then her, is her vice. She treats them, even if they are the most horrid of people, with respect, and to anything they request she feels she must give. Though it hasn’t given her any real reward in the end for her ways…
Strengths: Used to be able to match anyone in a conversation if they were to have one. But now as a mute, she is only able to whitstand any blows she might get for not answering them. That is the one thing she is doing against what she does, in a way unwillingly.
(not very good..pretty rushed..><)
Nickname: Isobel
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Race/Class: Human..
History:
“Mum..why are they here..?” The sobs of a quiet woman standing in the corner of the house was the only answer she had been given. Her eyes were kept with a dispatched look of concern as to why the three men stood at their door. One their chest guards, it had a Brightvale symbol upon it.. Swallowing as one stepped into the creeking old house, the floorboards groaning at the weight of the mans body. Isobel’s body stepped back, keeping the distance the same between her and the man, the floor boards not squeeking beneath her supple slender frame. Her fingers reached up and clung tightly to her large shirt with insecurity creasing many folds into the while fabric. The last two men stepped past the door and began to walk closer, their footsteps closing in on her body. “I’m sorry darling…I had to..” Isabella turned sharply to stare at her mom, her dark hair flying past her shoulders and resting on her chest. Only a moment she was given to take a last look at her mothers face soaked with tears. Until then, the largest man took her arm, leading her out of the house. Isobel didn’t put up much of a fight. Her fate was sealed once the letter had been sent..
Her life of anguish started at the young fragile age of 18. From then on, all her skies seemed tainted black, the sun unable to shine through to give her hope. Her body was sold, given almost, to the kingdom, and they deamed her young pitiful body a slave. Not a seamstress, nor even a handmaiden to any of the royal guards. No, her existence was given to a slave driver, who ordered her, among other things, to be the play toy of the many men who hadn’t seen a
The first man to touch her body, was named Jinn Quill-Ya. He infact, died a week after he took Isabella into submission, and forced himself upon her like a hungry dog. She had fought back at first, don’t just think she is some easy sleeper. But he was conciderably stronger then the now 19 year old and easily was able to keep her steady, no matter how much she struggled. He told her he loved her that night as he so wickedly pushed inside of her. Isobel didn’t believe him. He was 40 years old, and probably hadn’t been with a woman for more then 20 years…she could only guess…. The cause of his death was from him trying to steal the food from the royal hounds dish, for he refused to eat what the slave drivers offered. It was pasty, and wreaked of ill meat. But Isabella didn’t mind. It was better then the kibble they fed to the hounds she believed. She had made one friend, who’s name was Tyrael. He was, somehow, able to get an abundant amount of sweets without any of the drivers knowing. And he shared them generously with Isabella. Her fingers unwrapped the candy so greedily one night at around 1 am. That a guard walking by heard the rustling, and immediately took Isabella from her place and threw her to the ground of the head Slave organizer. Tyrael stood there with his hands clapped behind his back, starting maliciously at Isabella as they had found him too. That night, she was unrightfully punished, as the man told her, while her naked frame was pressed against a cold stone wall, “You can’t even work, this is all you’re good for. And if you’re going to ruin your body with this sugary filth, I’ll be sure to make you sweat out whatever enjoyment you received.” And he made her eat the treat, just so he could make her sweat out the impurity. She no longer talked. Her dry lips stayed closed for the rest of the time she resided under captivity like a caged animal. Many asked her questions, and when she didn’t answer, and just looked with her large beautiful green eyes, they beat her, until they became bored and decided that was satisfaction enough. Isobel kept to herself, and isolated as much as she could away from the other slaves, her sleeping quarters was changed to a room of her own as she had requested a long time ago for it to be. When she was given food, she never ate, only drank water. For about two weeks her stomach has been empty. The only thing to keep her remotely alive in this unforgiving world was the water, and a little sinch of a dream she had for one day being free’d from this awful place..
About half of them were all transfered to Rahn as the new kingdom was built, sent to work in the underminds of everybody, keep silent and unnoticed really. Her quarters was smaller then at the old kindgom, and she had to share it with a young man, who was sent there not with them, and was new to being a slave. She pittied him and the long nights he would spend with only his tears as comfort. This place was new, but it would be no different..
Personality: A fairly nice girl..at one point in her life. Personalities can change. After being kept with the many other slaves, and that thought of her mother actually tossed her into this situation for a mere few gold coins, made her existence a little less worthy. She is respectful, and was forced into thinking that she must treat whomever is of higher power like they were the most important thing in the room. She is easily taken advantage of. Her power was diminished, and only freedom could bring back the delightful and galliant girl who had been beaten away..
Appearance:
Generally..what she looks like. <-- click.
Long black hair, and a very small tone body. Vibrant green eyes and a very gentle smile, among other things. From being out in the sun, has a dark complection, alike most of the other slaves.
Anything special: Special? Not really. Though, sometimes, she smiles even when in the worst of things..
Weaknesses: Basically, anyone who is of higher power then her, is her vice. She treats them, even if they are the most horrid of people, with respect, and to anything they request she feels she must give. Though it hasn’t given her any real reward in the end for her ways…
Strengths: Used to be able to match anyone in a conversation if they were to have one. But now as a mute, she is only able to whitstand any blows she might get for not answering them. That is the one thing she is doing against what she does, in a way unwillingly.
(not very good..pretty rushed..><)