• Description*
  

You are a long-legged wild-eyed female half-elf, presenting yourself as:
Rukia D'Amara.
Only her slightly pointed ears and high cheek-bones reveal that this pale
faced lady is not entirely human. Her hair, whiter than snow, is pulled
violently into a tail atop her head. Light reflects in the pitch-black
discs of her eyes giving a lifeless edge to her otherwise vivacious being.
You have black eyes.
You have normal long white hair.
You are of normal height and lean for a half-elf.
You look like the image of perfection.
You are slightly hurt.
You are extremely alert.
You are wearing a brown robe, a pair of black leather boots, a pair of
gauntlets and a small leather backpack.

• Story*
  

The whore’s child. The property of Geirr D’Amara. To be sold as a slave as soon as she was
old enough to walk. But her father was growing older and, having sold all his previous
bastards into a life of slavery, in need of a protégé. As he sat in his room one night,
looking down at the tiny life held in his arms, he bestowed on her perhaps the greatest gift
he could have offered. A name for his halfelven child. Rukia.

Besides her pointed ears and high cheek-bones nobody would have ever suspected her of
being anything other than human. Growing up in a keep full of male human warriors could
not help but shape the child as she grew. In time she realized who she was and what she
was to become. She was not human like her father which upset her greatly, however she
took solace in the fact she was also not elven like her mother. Around twenty female
elves were enslaved in the upper keep of Dalkir stronghold. Rigorously trained in the
pleasures of the flesh they served no other purpose than to satisfy the men so that
they were not frustrated and distracted in times of battle.

The teaching of pleasure slaves usually begins at an extremely young age, however, since
Rukia did not bare a slave tattoo beside her nose her father remained patient. In a show
of unfathomable kindness Geirr waited until Rukia reached 14 years of age before he requested
that she begin her instruction in the pleasures of the flesh. Being a woman and seeing an
opportunity to further the plan her father had set out for her Rukia accepted her place and
willingly met her tutor: an elf who may or may not have been her own mother, neither knew.

Coinciding with human standards it was decided that Rukia became a woman at the age of 16.
Quiet and subservient, yet intelligent and thoughtful, Geirr saw his child developing into
pleasing young woman and was satisfied. His satisfaction was shown through yet another act
of great kindness to his daughter, he allowed Rukia to demonstrate to his most senior officers
the many talents she had grasped over the past two years. Closing her mind to emotion and
stealing her body from pain had been constant actions throughout her childhood and were to
become second nature. Steadying her breathing, Rukia carried out her fathers bidding.

Five more years passed. In this time Rukia had spent all her days in the training grounds of
the keep watching the drills of the men and most of her nights in the beds of the officers.
One day in the midst of winter her father came to her and lay a gloved hand on her shoulder.
“It is time.” he said. Without turning her head Rukia gave a curt nod and went to fetch her
belongings.

As she mounted a young warg and gathered with the rest of the men she turned her
head and steadily met her fathers gaze. Returning his solemn nod she turned her gaze back to
the rising moon, heeled the warg and trotted off into the night.

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