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Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Morgan Warner Attire Long Grey Dress, White Sleeveless button up shirt, Boots, Arm warmers, Hat, Belt for weapons and other accessories Weapon Crossbow, Hunting Knife Location Lamia Tagging Reisa Time October 1, 3075 Night Morgan was doing her normal walk for the evening, it was chilly and she was definitely under dressed for the weather but she was sort of used to the cold in Lamia. As she was walking she spotted a young woman up in a tree with one of the planets nasty little creatures circling the tree, the blood thirsty, disgusting thing. The older woman's stomach turned and she glared at the thing before pulling a thin metal pipe from her boot, she then brought it up to what looked like a pan hanging off of her belt and started banging on it loudly. The creature turned and growled at her, it's eyes filled with rage and hunger. Get away from the lass you filthy bugger ,Morgan shouted as she banged on the pan. It was clear that the beast was highly annoyed with the noise as it hissed at the woman. Morgan was now only feet away from the nasty thing yet she still continued to irritate it. The creature hissed then growled and began to show it's teeth, Morgan just gave it a look and stuck her tongue out. No one's scared of you ya lil' piss ant, gimme yer best shot ,she stated. As soon as the beast lunged for Morgan she shot it directly in the head with her crossbow, while the creature flailed Morgan made her way behind it and jumped on it back after taking her hunting knife out. She placed her hand firmly on it's jaw and yanked it's head back then slit it's throat. Blood splattered everywhere, Morgan dropped the now dead creature to the ground before giving it a nice swift kick in the head. She then looked up into the tree and gave the young woman a smile. Well ye don't have to hide up there anymore, come on let's get out of 'ere before more of those nasty lil' things show up ,Morgan stated before turning on her heel and making her way back towards her hut.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Reisa Amis Attire White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles. Weapon None. Location Somewhere on Lamia up a tree. Tagging Anyone Morgan. Time October 1, 3075 Night. Reisa clutched onto the nearest branch as she watched the woman below bang metal against metal to lure the nasty filthy thing away from her tree and over to where she was standing instead. She sucked in a sharp breath as she watched the woman, she appeared older and perhaps native to the planet given her unusual paleness, her teeth digging into her bottom lip as she bit down. Her adrenaline coursed through her veins making her entire body shake and tremble with a strange nervousness and the urge to jump down and run suddenly became strong. Finally, Reisa saw the woman slit the creature's throat. Blood spilled everywhere and the thing was soon nothing but a lifeless pile of flesh. Breathing hard, she looked at the woman, her mouth dry as she tried to find her voice in order to thank her. After several moments pause, she climbed down. Th-thank you, Reisa said in a hoarse whisper, nodding in agreement that she was more than ready to get out of the open and to wherever it was that this woman was heading. Far as she was concerned, it had to be safer than where they currently were.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Morgan Warner Attire Long Grey Dress, White Sleeveless button up shirt, Boots, Arm warmers, Hat, Belt for weapons and other accessories Weapon Crossbow, Hunting Knife Location Lamia Tagging Reisa Time October 1, 3075 Night Oh don' mention it dear, I hate those things ,she said in response. She led the woman back to her hut when she got there she opened the door and let the woman inside. Take a seat anywhere you'd like dear I'll make a pot of tea ,Morgan stated as she set her weapons down on a large wooden table. She then made her way over to the fire and put on a pot of water for the tea after that she looked through her shelves and grabbed some canned food and set it down on the table, Help yourself ,she stated with a smile. It wasn't hard to tell the woman stayed on her feet a lot, just by the way she moved one could tell she wasn't the type that like to stay still.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Reisa Amis Attire White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles. Weapon None. Location Somewhere on Lamia Morgan's hut. Tagging Anyone Morgan. Time October 1, 3075 Night. Once inside, Reisa definitely breathed easier. She could feel a bit of the tension ebbing away and slowly her muscles began to relax. Unfortunately, the ache left behind did little to make her feel full at ease, but at least she now felt safe. And she had this woman to thank for that. Looking about the place, she chose a relatively soft looking chair, seeing as there were two, and sat down. Her entire body sunk into the cushions and she let out an exhausted sigh. Again, thank you, she said. My name is Reisa Amis. Obviously, I'm not from here. Her latter words she tried to say in a lighter tone, though she wasn't overly successful. She'd had been through a lot the past several days and she was sore and spent and more than tired. And now she was on a planet that was straight out of one of her nightmares. More than anything she wanted to get off of it, to be somewhere a bit warmer, happier... not so dark... Might I ask you, your name so I can thank you properly? she then asked giving the woman a smile. I owe you my life. Just then she sat up and watched the woman prepare the tea.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Morgan Warner Attire Long Grey Dress, White Sleeveless button up shirt, Boots, Arm warmers, Hat, Belt for weapons and other accessories Weapon Crossbow, Hunting Knife Location Lamia Tagging Reisa Time October 1, 3075 Night When the woman asked what her name was and introduced herself Morgan looked at her a bit confused at first, not many people really cared to know her name, unless of course they were pirates, so she was a bit shocked that the young woman had asked. Oh....Morgan....that's my name and again no need to thank me I deal with those nasty lil' buggers all the time ,she stated with another smile. When the water was hot enough she took it off of the fire and prepared the tea and put a cup of it on the table next to the chair Reisa was sitting in. Drink up it'll keep yeh warm ,she stated. So where are yeh from lass? Me I travel all over so I could bring yeh back home if you'd like did your ship crash? Is it far from here? ,Morgan asked curiously her head tilted slightly.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Reisa Amis Attire White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles. Weapon None. Location Somewhere on Lamia Morgan's hut. Tagging Anyone Morgan. Time October 1, 3075 Night. Thank you, Morgan, Reisa said with a smile. She reached for her tea and took a sip. Mmm... delicious. Thanks once again. The hot liquid was perfect, just what she needed after being out in what felt like bitter cold given the flimsy clothing she was wearing and the colder temperatures of the air outside in that inky black. She furrowed her brow when asked about where she'd come from, if her ship had crashed. If only that had been the case. It wasn't everyday someone was a fugitive of the Illuminati and sent into the middle of nowhere and expected to die. In fact, she half expected them to search for her dead body within twenty-four hours to make sure the job had been completed. No doubt they anticipated her death and wanted it. I... I'm from Themis actually and... my... I didn't come in a ship. Reisa's cheeks reddened and it was hardly a result of the steamy liquid she was drinking. She was nervous and frightened, worried that now that she'd been rescued the Illuminati would still come after her and seek to finish the job--cruel torture sending her to a planet riddled with her worst nightmares made reality. As she looked at Morgan, there was something about the woman that made her feel a bit more at ease. She couldn't explain it. Maybe it was the fact that she'd saved her from death, the odd way in which she busied herself about her hut. But whatever it was, she felt like she could tell her more. I'm a fugitive, you could say, Reisa continued. My parents were killed for treason and I was to be rehabilitated... she looked down into her cup, the tea swirling about in a peculiar way. Guess I couldn't be because after several sessions and... her voice trailed as she winced, recalling some of the interrogations and tortures. I was bound and blindfolded and flown into orbit above here and then jettisoned via a pod. I came with nothing. I have nothing. She let out a sigh, her hands beginning to shake. I'm sure Illuminati ships will be by eventually to do sweeps to make sure my body is found only... it won't be. They'll find me eventually. Reisa looked at Morgan with an apologetic look. She'd endangered the woman more than likely and she was beginning to feel badly about it, that she'd been selfish. Though I do want to get off Lamia. But I don't know where I can go. I don't think anywhere is safe anymore, Reisa said grimly.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Morgan Warner Attire Long Grey Dress, White Sleeveless button up shirt, Boots, Arm warmers, Hat, Belt for weapons and other accessories Weapon Crossbow, Hunting Knife Location Lamia Tagging Reisa Time October 1, 3075 Night Morgan listened as the woman spoke and when she was finished Morgan just shook her head, Typical of those wankers you do one thing they don' like and they do something disgusting like this ,Morgan sighed then took a sip of her tea. There's places you can go I know some people who can help you out, I can use a good trip anyways so I don' mind taking you along ,Morgan told her. She then gave the woman a smile before taking another sip from her cup. I have a ship we can take just name a place and we'll go.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Reisa Amis Attire White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles. Weapon None. Location Somewhere on Lamia Morgan's hut. Tagging Anyone Morgan. Time October 1, 3075 Night. Honestly, Reisa wasn't sure if there was anywhere she could truly go that was safe any longer. If the Illuminati came back to Lamia to check, to see if they could find a body and then found none... she'd be on their wanted list. An outlaw and fugitive forever. No doubt she'd be marked as wanted for treason and the only consequence when caught for that was death. And she just didn't want to die. Not yet. Reisa looked at Morgan and tilted her head, Anywhere is better than here, she then said trying to sound light. Why not Erebos, she joked, giggling softly as she spoke. Oh the thought of it. It was completely the opposite of Lamia. It was warmth, had daylight and had no blood sucking creatures skulking about in waiting. She then brought her tea cup to her lips and sipped the steamy liquid, enjoying the taste very much as she swallowed it down.
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Morgan Warner Attire brown leather pants, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather vest, long black leather boots Weapon Crossbow, Hunting Knife Location Lamia Tagging Reisa Time October 1, 3075 Night Alright we can go to Erebos, I could use a change of scenery let me change then we can head out ,Morgan stated in response before making her way into another room. She quickly took off her dress and put on a pair of brown leather pants, a black t-shirt, and a brown leather vest, she then put on a pair of long black leather boots that came up to the back of her calf. When she finished getting dressed she grabbed her weapon belt and put it on minus the pan then grabbed her crossbow. Alright lass let's get out of 'ere shall we? ,she stated. Ship's just out back. When Morgan got outside she made her way over to her ship and opened the door, it was a smaller ship that only held about three people comfortably but it was fast and got her from place to place. She stepped inside and waited for Riesa to board it before shutting the doors and taking the ship into the air. Exits to Erebos
Thread: Lamia (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Reisa Amis Attire White and black peasant top with corset ties, black skirt, black lace handless gloves, black armbands, choker, goggles. Weapon None. Location Somewhere on Lamia Morgan's hut, boards Morgan's ship. Tagging Anyone Morgan. Time October 1, 3075 Night. Reisa blinked and gasped. She hadn't expected Morgan to jump at leaving quite so soon, but in a way she was glad of it. To be off Lamia and leaving the planet far behind had a certain appeal even if it meant the Illuminati might be out looking for her. Regardless, that wouldn't be changing no matter where she went or whether she stayed put and lived. They'd more than likely search and put her to death the moment they had her in their sights. While Morgan changed and readied herself for their new desitnation--Erebos--Reisa finished up her tea and mentally prepared herself for leaving. Life was forever changed now and she'd always be on the run. Wanted forever, endangering anyone who dared help her let alone talk to her. Sure, her family might not have been overly influential in the world of politics, but the Illuminati never liked it when there was unrest among its wealthier citizens on those residing on the Inner Sanctum planets. They were a potential threat for causing an uprising and that was never good. If she lived, who knew what sort of sway she could have over others if she got word to them about what happened to her family, to her... When Morgan was ready, Reisa smiled and followed the woman to her ship. She seated herself inside, ready to head to Erebos and away from Lamia and its darkness. Exits to Erebos
Thread: Post-apocalyptic BDSM Culture/Society Group Character Profiles

PHP biThe Basics ib bNameb bNicknameb if any bBirthdayb bPlace Of Origin Country andor Stateb bHow Did They Come to live in the Town?b bIf Dom Do they want multiple Slavessubs?b bIf Sub are you ok with MasterDom having more then one SlaveSub?b bAre They into sadism, masochism or sadomasochism?b biAppearance ib bHair Colorb bEye Colorb bWeightb bHeightb bBasic Physical Descriptionb bOther Featuresb includes scars, birthmarks, etc bVisual Representationb pictures should be approximately 150h x 100w pixels real people images only biBackground ib bPersonalityb list 5 - 10 words that describe your character bHistoryb How and where did your character grow up? What was their childhood like? Anything notable occur in their lives? bFamilyb provide information regarding parents, siblings or any other pertinent relatives may include a mini bio on them if needed bLikesb of the nonsexual kind bDislikesb of the nonsexual kind bFearsb please list at least 2 bBest Memoryiesb bWorst Memoryiesb bFavorite Colorsb bSexual OrientationRoleExperienceb straight, bi, same sex oriented, other submissive vs dominant vs switch vs vanilla very all the way to virgin Character Sheet for Post Apocalyptic BDSM CultureSociety Group RP ALL PROFILES MUST BE SUBMITTED TO EITHER MYSELF OR darkangel76 FOR APPROVAL BEFORE POSTING!
Thread: Post-apocalyptic BDSM Culture/Society Group Character Profiles

The Basics Name Marcus Ridgefield Nickname Marc Birthday December 19th 42 years old Place Of Origin Country andor State London, England How Did They Come to live in the Town? He built the town and now governs it What type of DomSub are they? Dom- Strict but lenient, likes some input from his sub If Dom Do they want multiple Slavessubs? He only has one Are They into sadism, masochism or sadomasochism? sadomasochism Appearance Hair Color Dark Brown Eye Color Brown Weight 175 Height '6,2' Basic Physical Description Tall, Scruffy but well dressed Other Features Various scars, one tattoo Visual Representation Background Personality Assertive, Very straight forward, Knows how to get things done, A true leader History Grew up in England with his parents until he turned 18 and moved to the states where he met his first wife and had a son with her, his son's name is James Ridgefield. When the asteroid hit his wife didn't survive but he and his son worked together to survive and keep each other safe until things passed. When things cleared up a bit the two found a place and began to build up a town with a few other people. Marc was always in to BDSM and he built the town with various training centers for both doms and subs, he revealed his secret to his son James eventually and James accepted it and is now even training to become a dom himself. After he built the town he gated it off making sure that he only let people who were into or interested in the BDSM lifestyle inside. Family The only family he has left is his son James Likes Reading, music, art Dislikes Liars, Arguing Fears That his town will be destroyed by another town or group of people who disagree with his views Best Memoryies He and his son surviving and living on Worst Memoryies losing a lot of friends and family after the asteroid hit Favorite Colors Black, Red, Green, Blue, Silver Sexual OrientationRoleExperience Dominate, Straight
Thread: Post-apocalyptic BDSM Culture/Society Group Character Profiles

The Basics Name Starla McClintock Nickname None. Birthday October 31, 2066 21 years old Place Of Origin Country andor State Upstate NY, United States. How Did They Come to live in the Town? Starla and her parents lived in upstate NY when the asteroid hit. The climate became unbearably cold so they decided to migrate south in hopes for warmer climate as well as being able to find more food supply. On the way, both of Starla's parents fell ill and died. Starla, however, managed to survive and forged on ahead. Terrified and alone, fearful that all hope was lost, Starla happened upon a gated community. Desperate for both food and shelter as well as protection, she asked to enter and was granted permission so long as she abided by the rules during her stay. She agreed. Upon learning about the community and feeling a strong connection toward one of its members its leaders, she decided to stay permanently, realizing that she did indeed belong there. What type of DomSub are they? Starla is a standard submissive who craves attention from her Dom and needs to be both reassured and nurtured by him as well. She has princess-like traits in her submissiveness along with those of a pet though neither truly define her. If Dom Do they want multiple Slavessubs? NA If Sub are you ok with MasterDom having more then one SlaveSub? NO!!! Are They into sadism, masochism or sadomasochism? Masochism. Appearance Hair Color Blonde. Eye Color Blue. Weight 120 1lbs. Height 5'0 Basic Physical Description On the shorter side, has curves, hourglass shape, B-cup breasts. Other Features Bears a tattoo. Visual Representation Background Personality Shy, quiet, intelligent, observant, loyal, craves touch, affectionate. History Starla grew up in upstate NY with her parents and was an only child. She had a good relationship with them both and was devastated when they died after the asteroid hit Earth. Prior to living in the gated town, she had absolutely no experience with BDSM and very little experience with sex in general. But that changed when she suddenly found herself among people in which she felt connections and bonds she just couldn't deny. Family She is the only daughter to William and Mary McClintock, both of which died on the way to the town that Starla now lives in, though she found it by chance not on purpose. Likes Thunderstorms, quiet walks. Dislikes Insects, not being able to breathe. Fears Something horrible happening to her Dom being separated from her Dom for any reason. Best Memoryies When her Dom found her and collared her. Worst Memoryies When her parents died and she thought she was going to be alone forever with no one to guide her. Favorite Colors Blue, purple. Sexual OrientationRoleExperience Straight, submissive, experienced.
Thread: Post-apocalyptic BDSM Culture/Society Group Character Profiles

The Basics Name James Ridgefield Nickname James Birthday July 11th 22 Years old Place Of Origin Country andor State New York, NY How Did They Come to live in the Town? He came with his father who governs the town What type of DomSub are they? Dom ,has a soft streak If Dom Do they want multiple Slavessubs? Possibly, he's still in training so he's unsure of what he wants Are They into sadism, masochism or sadomasochism? sadomasochism Appearance Hair Color Brown Eye Color Blue Weight 250lbs Height '6,5 Basic Physical Description Muscular build, Tall, dark hair, light eyes Other Features He has a lot of tattoos Visual Representation Background Personality Kind but Straight forward, he will be upfront with people no matter how much it may bother them History Was born in the U.S and grew up with both of his parents until he turned 17 and the asteroid hit earth his mother was killed and he and his father took care of each other until things passed. They both helped each other build the town they now live in and that his father runs. When he found out about his father's lifestyle he accepted it and even went into training to learn to be a dom he is still new to the BDSM lifestyle but he is eager to learn more and further his experience. Family His father Marcus Likes Music, Dancing, Working out, Sports Dislikes Liars, assholes, people who take advantage of others Fears That he'll lose his father, That one day he won't be able to keep the town safe Best Memoryies Helping his father build the town Worst Memoryies Losing his mother and other friends and family members Favorite Colors Black, Blue, Green Sexual OrientationRoleExperience Straight, Dominate