Slave Form
Basic Information
Full Name: Bien Eire
Nickname: Bien
Name on Identification: Bien
Age: 134
Gender: Male
Species: Dragon
Sub Species/Breed:
Ownership: Unowned
Physical Appearance
Body Type: Muscular
Physical Details: (Hair/Eyes/Skin/Etc) Tough Orange scales on the outside (or back) of body, pliable/soft cream scales on the forward side.
Physical Markings: Scars on hip, courtesy of the arena
Physical Drawbacks: Large.
Current Infliction(s):
Physical Defenses: Very tough hide, ability to defend against most blunt weaponry with his body.
Appealing Attributes: Stature, temperament towards owner, penis, horns.
Clothing: Current - Hand woven loin cloth that covers from mid-thigh to waist. Black armband on left bicep signifying ownership.
Other Items: Held until purchased - Steel gauntlets and leather raiment for the torso. Crimson cloak and loin cloth wrapped about waist.
Behavior
Feral or Cultured: Cultured
Phobias: Bien is terrified of cleavers in all forms. They were used to cut his wings off at the base when he escaped his first owners as a child, something that is often concealed, but under simple torture could possibly spur the drake to plea.
Disorders: None!
How do they present themselves: Bien is always lazily sitting about like any other less cultured oaf. Angry with how he has become a slave, and the years of being forced to fight and kill as a gladiator. Often speaks his mind if a freeman permits, and often gets in trouble by doing so.
Feelings towards being owned / rented: Partial, it is his way of life after nearly a century and a half of it!
Overall Attitude: Nonchalant towards most happenings unless it concerns his owner or the arena.
Quirks: None significant enough to be told.
Hobbies / Interests: Bedside manner, Bien is often taken to apply his masseuse skills, and often has an array of jokes and stories of his life to tell those interested.
High or Low Maintenance: Very low maintenance!
Diet / Allergies: Allergic to miracle fruit, and those damn migrating fairies.
Abilities
Language(s) Spoken: English, French
Can they Read / Write: English, French
Can your character produce magic: Breathes fire
Talents / Skills: Hand to hand combat, physical therapy
Training: Boxing defense styles, and adept in wrestling
Other
Previous Owners: Crea (deceased)
Previous Usage(s): Gladiator, Guard
Previous status: ---
For Rent or to Own: Either (Tether bound)
Cost: 20 gold pieces per night
OOC Info/Notes
Availability: 7AM - 3PM most days
What are you looking for in a slave / slaver Roleplay: Gladiator RP, sparring RP. Basically anything that involves fighting or the gladiator lifestyle.
What are your allowances for your character: Whatever Crea may offer Bien, usually a gold piece, or paying his rental so he may wander to the Tether's bar under escort.
Long Term/Short Term: Affinity for long term
General Information
Character Description:> Parlez si vous osez... Before you stands a stalwart dragon of exotic tribal culture, the epitome of dominance. Simply covered in orange n' cream scales pliable to even the softest touch. Those tiny disks did well to hide chiseled muscle, providing a slight armor-like layer of natural protection. Obsidian spikes of bone protruded from the males head, and ran all the way down his spine providing the perfect façade of a feral beast, untamed and uncontrollable.
Website:> http://www.rprepository.com/c/bien/11783
Images:
Contact Details: Bien or Zaush on Furc / AIM PattonTramDuuk / Skype deceitfulness
Notes:
Bien, despite being a slave sometimes comes off as an overly independent being. This can be very negative to some suitors, but a plus to others. Unlike others, Bien has a large ego due to his physical size, and often flaunts his ability or prowess over lesser beings.
Bien - Unowned *Updated as of 07/2013*
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Bien - Unowned *Updated as of 07/2013*
Jamaika: We're in a recession. YOU NEED A JOB.
Bien: Um, no. My only job is in our bed, bby.
Bien: Taking care of your post-work needs. Y'know, massages, playing with your hair, foot rubs.
Bien: The manly stuff.
Jamaika: No, no, no.
Jamaika: We need INCOME.
Jamaika: How am I supposed to feed these 14 half-dragons?!
Jamaika: I should have listened to my mother... "Don't marry into the mythical races," she said, "They're kids eat like horses." But did I listen?
Bien: Um, no. My only job is in our bed, bby.
Bien: Taking care of your post-work needs. Y'know, massages, playing with your hair, foot rubs.
Bien: The manly stuff.
Jamaika: No, no, no.
Jamaika: We need INCOME.
Jamaika: How am I supposed to feed these 14 half-dragons?!
Jamaika: I should have listened to my mother... "Don't marry into the mythical races," she said, "They're kids eat like horses." But did I listen?