Space Bound - Unowned Male Slave

[SpaceBound]

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Slave Form


Basic Information

Full Name: Elijah

Nicknames: Eli, Fallen One

Name on Identification: Elijah

Age:Looks to be in his twentys. Elijah's been around since the beggining of time though.

Gender: Male

Species: Appears human, truthfully an angel.

Sub Species/Breed: None.


Physical Appearance

Body Type: Heroic; if you could imagine a man who's daunting enough to seem capable of combating a dragon it would be Elijah.

Physical Details: (Hair/Eyes/Skin/Etc)
Height: 7'0, Weight: 350 lbs, Hair Style: Buzz Cut, Hair Color: Black, Eye Color: Light Blue, Skin Tone: Pale, alabaster flesh.

Physical Markings:
Two vertical scars, one on each side of his back.

Physical Drawbacks:
None.

Current Infliction(s):
None.

Physical Defenses: (If any.)
Some magic.

Appealing Attributes:
A drod-dead gorgeous face and along with that legendary body would make the angel extremely appealing.

Clothing:
An onyx tunic made of silk as well as cobalt pants of the same material. The pants are held up by a black, leather balt possessing a silver buckle. Two iron cuffs enchanted by a binding spell prevented him from using magic in the pens. No shoes are ever worn.

Other Items:
A sword confiscated from him when he was captured.
Behavior

Feral or Cultured:
Cultured.
[
b]Phobias:[/b]None.

Disorders:None.

How do they present themselves:An honorable man who's noticed for his warrior-like traits at first glance. Frozen over emotionally, it'd seem that Elijah had ghosts and memories from his past that he couldn't let go. It wasn't rare to see a look of sorrow on his face.

Feelings towards being owned / rented:Couldn't care less about the concept.

Overall Attitude:Cold and fearless.

Quirks:

Hobbies / Interests:Sparring, dueling and training others in combat.

High or Low Maintenance:Moderate, inbetween.

Diet / Allergies:None.


AbilitiesThe ability to sense most everybodies alignment beit good, neutral or evil. Also skilled in healing and holy magics and combating.

Language(s) Spoken:Angelic tongue, demonic tongue (he's learned to speak with demons over the years for interrogation reasons in order to get intel after torture or other means of making them speak.), and common.

Can they Read / Write:Yes.

Can your character produce magic: Yes.
Talents / Skills:Healing and holy magic. Skilled in swordplay and other weapons, sparring, dueling, and overall combat. He also has a ridiculous pain tolerence, to the extent that severe wounds are tolerable and anything that may cause a massive amount of pain could be suffered through with little to no reaction from the man. His endurance is unparalleled.

Training: Unbroken. They can certainly try though.


Other

Previous Owners:None.

Previous Usage(s):None.

Previous status:None.

For Rent or to Own:Rent to own.

Cost:30 gold to rent, 200 gold to own. (Owning's only available after I deem it possible.) (Please see Slave Pricing in the Library for suggested prices.)


OOC Info/Notes

Availability: Most nights.

What are you looking for in a slave / slaver Roleplay:Literate roleplay with someone who's interested in storylines and plots. Preferably I'd like a female owner but unique circumstances may cause something else possible.

What are your allowances for your character:I am no consent with the acception of death and rape. However I do reserve the right at any time to deny anything happening to my character that can change, alter, or effect him in any way/shape/form.

Long Term/Short Term: Long-Term.


General Information

Character Description:Alabaster skin; questionably caused by lack of sun or the sickened state Eli's been trapped in for centuries. Despite the reasoning behind his endless spite for others he's moved on through the better and worse. Icy, light blue hues emitted from eyes that saw society as nothing more than a blight plaguing transcendent lands far more deserving in terms of inhabitants than what it gets. However nothing could be done, God had taught him that. An angel, quite literally. One might find this difficult to believe; his attitude matched that of a heartless individual with nothing left to lose and wings weren't present. If one were to remove his shirt they'd see why. Large vertical scars located symetrically on both sides of his back justified the truth.

The outcast's build was unparalleled for a man. Muscles built from eons of fighting with demons and nightmarish creatures most couldn't fathom under the influence of acid during a bad trip were enough to get the job done, no matter the cost. If that God-like strength wasn't enough then a sword forged in the holy grace of God himself offered dual-serrated edges to administer appropriate punishment for the opposition's wrong doing. The blade itself was made of pure silver and sharp enough for beheading and armor penetration. The hilt possessed a circular sapphire dead-center of the same metal and should this weapon be worn it'd be found in a sheath wrapped in cobalt cloth that spanned out into a strap used to place the sword securely on Eli's posterior.

Short black hair covered his oval-shapped head and ran down both sides of a defined jawline to wrap cover his face in a kempt beard. The fallen's face seemed to carry an unseen burden of sorrow. This sadness wasn't apparent in his eyes though, instead it was more of an endless sea of ice froze over rage and hatred only to preserve it perpetually. Straight pearly-whites ocassionally allowed a voice beffiting a hardened hero to converse however a more than noticeable coldness rarely had an absense. Disposition generally being unwelcoming, it wasn't rare for someone attempting to interact with Eli to quickly become upset or feel threatened. Conflict wasn't something the man strayed from, infact it was completely opposite. While not seeking it specifically, he'd jump head first into sharing his enlightened perspective with anyone dispite who they were or their capabilities.

Comfortable ebony silk baggy and elegant in long-sleeve fashion made up for his upper-wear while sapphire pants of the same material covered long legs; remaining held up by a equally blue belt. No shoes were worn and feet seemed just as callous towards pain as he was. Insensitive to life and all of it's obstacles thrown his way, not even God himself could bring this heartless bastard down anymore. An invisible aegis safeguarded the angel from emotional ties as a whole. Some pasts aren't as easily forgotten as others. Although Elijah may have seemed seperated from you by a massive, transparent glacier he wasn't unreachable. Should you break through the surface you'd find he's passionate, charming, funny and deathly loyal.
When that happens it'll be a cold day in hell.

Website:http://www.rprepository.com/c/spacebound/14422

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Contact Details: Whisper me on Furcadia if you need my attention. My alt's name is Space Bound

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