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Thread: Love Thy Enemy - A Tale of Romance In The Three Kingdoms (PF & LadyYunaFFX2)

YueZhou Xun Picssamurai-female-warrior.jpg Picssamurai-female-warrior.jpg Turning on her feet, Yue was at least grateful he was only speaking but not making her return. A hand quickly covered her mouth, hiding a smirk and simultaneously muffling a chuckle. The more he talked, the closer her hand moved. Some of the suggestions and images ... were quite lewd and even with now being the worst time for her mind to go to such things, it did all the same. All the same, Yue was past her years of being arranged to be wed to someone. About ... four, maybe five years late to be exact. She knew it wasn't all her fault ... but a portion of it was all the same. Though her parents had not been able to get around to setting her up with someone, she also has been on her own long enough to begin to think of these matters. Her head shook no lightly maybe ... when she was done as a soldier. Not now though right now she would focus upon living, not marrying herself off. Finally moving her hand away from her mouth, her cheeks had returned to a more normal color by now as they had forced the suggestive images to leave her mind. Um ... thank you for your compliments, sir. But I ... don't know if I appear quite so elegant to get a woman's attention that well. Nor ... am I so worthy either. She added, suppressing a low sigh from leaving at the last sentence. For the time being, she wasn't. Even if justified, she had already run away like a coward. Maybe not from a battle, but it had still happened all the same. As Cao Cao got mentioned, her mind went back to the meeting. A part of her really wished she could somehow hear how it was going. Being given any information - regardless of how little or much - within minutes or hours before the actual attack got executed wouldn't, in her mind at least, be enough. Most of the other soldiers may need more time, whether they needed to prepare physically, mentally, or both. Though a good amount may very well need the latter gods knew she herself would. This would be her first major fight and it would not - she was certain - be nearly as merciful as all the training and spars she had gone through thus far. Her thoughts left as she noted out of the corner of her eyes the darkness was finally beginning to try to fade away. It wouldn't be too much longer before the light would take over and they would head out. I ... will think on it. Thank you though. Bowing her head respectfully, a soft sigh of relief left her lips as she turned, heading back once again towards the fire place she had been sitting at. She hadn't been fully lying when she had said she had some last minute preparations to get done. That was true, and with each minute that had passed, she found herself becoming more and more pressed for time to do any of it.
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Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Sold! The cry rang out across the crowd gathered around the slaver's stand. The slave in question, a young girl with thick black hair, looked up at the man who'd purchased her. He looked the part of a pirate, heavily tattooed with a crusty, leering grin. Those around him seemed to recognize him as part of a certain crew, stepping aside as he marched forward to claim the prize bought on behalf of his captain. Yer comin' with me, now, girly, he said to the slave girl, accepting her lead chain from the auctioneer and pulling her down off the platform. The girl, named Amelia, stumbled and managed to keep her footing, the tatters of her once fine green gown flapping around her knees. Weeks in the slave market, eating only gruel and stale bread, and slimmed her to the point where the dress no longer fit her properly, hanging about her soft ample cleavage. The pirate led her through the docks and down a particular pier towards a great ship, an impressive affair with three masts and a number of seamen, crawling up and down nets and securing ropes as she ship prepared to leave port. Pulling her up the gang plank, the pirate lead her astern, towards the captain's cabin. You belong t' our captain, now, he growled at her, shoving her before him in the narrow hallway. At the end was a door with a golden knob, leading to the captain's room. Be a good missy, or she'll toss ye overboard, he chuckled, seeing the look of fear on her face. Captain! called the pirate, knocking on the door. Amelia stayed as far behind him as she could with her lead chain, crossing her arms over her chest nervously. I've got yer new toy!
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Enter! came the loud voice from within. The door opened and Amelia was shoved roughly in, the First Mate disappearing back to the crew with a booming laugh. He always liked it when the Captain got a new toy to play with. It put her in a good mood and sometimes, they might get leftovers when she got bored. Inside the cabin, it was gloomy and it took a few minutes to adjust to the dark. The room was spacious and adorned with much finery, no doubt stolen from other vessels. Captain Santiago stood by the rear window, gazing out over the docks as her crew began to get underway. The Captain was tall, with long, curly red hair that cascaded down her back. She was dressed in a corset with a cotton undershirt but there the similarities to being a lady ended. Tight leather breeches clung to her shapely legs, fine boots around her strong calves. A heavy leather belt was wrapped around her waist, holding a beautiful sword and a number of pouches. She stood with her back to Amelia and downed the last of a tankard of ale before wiping her mouth on her sleeve and turning to examine the First Mate's purchase. Well then sweetie, aren't you a sight for lonely eyes? she purred, taking in all of Amelia. Three months at sea and yet First Mate Hennessey hasn't lost his eye for hidden treasure. What be your name little flower?
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Amelia stood before the intimidating Captain. Her chains pooled at her feet, left there by the first mate. The steel collar around her neck connected to cuffs on both of her wrists. All three chains led to a single one, making it easy for her to be leg around while still retaining some use of her arms and full use of her legs. Her rich black hair framed either side of her pretty pale face, drawing attention to her freckles and her bright grey eyes. I'm Amelia, lady, she said quietly, addressing her new master as she had been taught. In truth, she hadn't expected the captain to be a woman, let alone a woman as visually striking as Captain Santiago. Amelia had been a slave for three years now, serving various noblemen and a few upper class merchants before her previous master died, putting her on the market again. How shall I address you?
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Captain Santiago appeared impressed by Amelia's deference to her and she smiled. Not at all like the other slave girls Hennessey had procured, full of fire and spit and not happy about being taken to sea. This one looked as if she could be quite some fun. The Captain, placed a finger under Amelia's chin and moved her head around, examining her. Amelia... she pondered, not the sort of name you find on a street urchin. More the sort given to those with airs and graces, who seem to think their farts smell like roses. You look in good health, no signs of the pox. Could do with a bit of meat on your bones though. Get something down you gal before you waste away. She indicated the table where a half eaten meal lay. Half a chicken, some cold vegetables and a bowl of fruit sat there, the Captain clearly having sated her appetite. She took a few steps away from Amelia, allowing her room to move before turning and bowing in an elegant manner. And I am Captain Estefania Quinta Santiago, Purveyor of fine antiquities and Privateer for hire. And this is my ship, The Crimson Corsair. You may address me as Captain, milady or Mistress Santiago. Any other terms I may allow you to use... She stepped lightly towards Amelia with a wicked smile, ...will only be used within these quarters.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Amelia held her tongue as the captain pondered the origins of her name. She chose not to think about the earlier times, the simpler times of her life when she had been a merchant's daughter, carefree and happy before the night when slavers raided their home, kidnapping Amelia and removing her from their old life forever. Glancing towards the food yet mostly ignoring it, too nervous to eat, she instead addressed the Captain again. If you don't mind, milady, she began, anxiously fiddling with a stray thread coming off her dress. I'd like to know what my duties are. How am I to serve you?
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

The Captain stood near Amelia, idly toying with her thick black hair. Where did Hennessey find this one, she wondered. So rare, so delicate, not a typical slave girl at all. Yes, she could feel that she would have fun with this one. You will clean, mend and attend to my needs around the ship, replied the Captain, her eyes devouring Amelia's shapely form. As she spoke, she leant in closely, enjoying Amelia's scent while whispering in her ear. A captain has many needs and you will do whatever I ask of you. If you do as you are told, you will have the freedom of the ship, eat your meals with me and experience things you never thought possible. She turned away and walked over towards the window where she heard the First Mate call from the deck. There was a shudder and a feeling of motion. Disappoint me, betray me or try to escape and you will be chained in the hold, eat with the crew and... experience things you never thought possible. The dark look on her face implied that there was a distinct difference between both possibilities. I hope I have made myself clear. Once you have eaten, you can prepare me a bath. I think you could do with one too as well as getting out of those rags. Estefania smiled as she leant against the wall and watched Amelia, her corset feeling too tight against her impressive if restricted bosom. She couldn't wait for her new toy to free her. She smiled, trying not to let her chest become too flushed by the thought. Oh and if you had any thoughts about running, forget it. We've just left port.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Amelia swallowed thickly as the Captain laid out her duties. It was nothing she was unaccustomed to. The threat of being left with the crew was enough to make her think twice about disobeying her new mistress. She watched her warily as she crossed towards the window, trying her best not to be distracted by her impressive bosom. Shuffling in her chains, Amelia hesitantly approached the table, slowly lowering herself into the open seat, regarding the food with the eyes of one who had not eaten properly in months. Careful not to drag her chains through the food, she picked at the leftover chicken and vegetables, trying not to overeat lest she make herself sick. Thank you for the meal, mistress, she said after a moment of silence. I'm very grateful.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Estefania sighed as she watched Amelia struggle to eat with the chains. She sat on the table next to where her slave was sat and leaned into her. Now you're never going to eat anything like that are you my dear, she said. I have something that can help you. If you're daring enough to retrieve it... She smiled and pointed down her impressive cleavage before leaning into Amelia. I see you are quite polite, she continued, leaving Amelia to consider whether she was daring enough to investigate her mistresses' bosom, and that is a rare thing. I was raised in Andaluca to be a lady, a pity I didn't turn out as my parents would have wanted. But you, where did a common slave girl such as yourself pick up your manners?
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Amelia wet her lips, heat rushing to her face as the Captain's bosom was presented so tastefully to her. Something that could help her out? I was not always a slave girl, she found herself admitting as she lowered her silverware to the table, dabbing her mouth politely with a napkin. Time was I came from a proper house. None of that matters now, though, she said quickly, lest her mistress think her too forward. I'm as common as common can be. Slowly, with a trembling hand, she reached forward, the tips of her fingers brushing against her mistress's cleavage. They slipped down between the soft mounds, wiggling around experimentally as she searched for whatever supposedly lay hidden there. Eventually, when her hand had disappeared up to the wrist, she felt something coppery brush against her fingertips. Snagging it, she withdrew a key. A...key, mistress? she said quizzically.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Estefania sighed as she felt her slave's rough but gentle fingers on her skin. Her skin flushed and she sighed, enjoying her touch. Oh yes, she was going to enjoy this. For your chains, she replied to Amelia's confusion. I've already let you know what will happen if you disobey my orders and there is nowhere to swim to unless you enjoy the company of sharks. I would far rather you moved freely about this ship. I don't normally clap people in chains... she leant in closer, ...unless they enjoy it. She laughed and slid down from the table, leaving Amelia to eat her meal. She could still feel the girl's fingers on her skin and it sent a warm shiver through her. How many months had it been? Four, five? She'd lost count while on the seas and now she had a new slave, and a pretty one at that, she didn't think she would be able to contain herself for long. Once you have finished eating, you will run me a bath, she stated. And I will see about finding you something more fitting to wear as my attendant other than those rags. When you were a lady, did you have a favourite colour or style of dress? There's not much finery on this ship but I won't have a badly dressed servant at my side. She smiled, a devilish look on her face as she wondered what lay beneath the slave's tattered dress.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Amelia was at a bit of a loss. On one hand, she longed to be free of her chains. They chaffed her skin and made her back and shoulders ache with their weight. On the other hand, perhaps it was a trick? What if, the instant she undid her binds, Captain Santiago accused her to attempting to escape and cast her overboard, or worse, cast her to the crew like a scrap of meat to dogs. Such would be her right. Such tricks were not uncommon among particularly cruel masters. Captain Santiago didn't seem particularly cruel, at least not traditionally so... Swallowing thickly, Amelia took the risk, carefully unlocking her chains and untangling herself from their bind. Free from the heavy iron she stood straight, her curves more prominent, perky breasts unintentionally thrust forward. Faint red marks around her neck, wrists, and ankles showed where she had been chained. Amelia sat back down, finishing her food quickly. In trust she had very little appetite, despite the finery offered. There was a kind of tension in the air that was unfamiliar to her, causing her eyes to constantly flickering towards her Captain, like prey waiting for the predator to pounce. When she finished, she dabbed her mouth politely with her napkin. Yes, milady, she said at the Captain orders. Glancing around, she noticed in one corner, partially hidden behind a silk screen, a bathtub. Such luxury on a ship was clearly indicative of the Captain's wealth. Crossing to the tub, she fiddled with the knobs until a stream of steamy water splattered into the tub. Waiting for it to fill, she turned back to the Captain, considering the question of her garments. The look on the lady's face, and the way her eyes raked down her body, made goosebumps rise on her arms. I - I will wear whatever my lady deems suitable. I have been told that blue is my best color.
Thread: Prize of the Pirate (Alleluia Green and Deviant Desires)

Captain Santiago walked over to her closet while Amelia removed her chains. The slave girl amused her, she was nervous, clearly suspicious. It was an admirable quality, clearly developed from years of abuse at other masters' hands. She was sure that she would change that. The type of abuse she had in mind was not what Amelia was accustomed to. But there would be time for that later. She perused the hanging dresses, eventually picking out a sapphire blue dress with white lace trim. It had hung at the back of her closet for a while now, clearly too small for Estefania but too fine to get rid of. She hoped it would be a good fit for her new handmaiden. Make sure that it is nice and hot Amelia, and use the milk in the brown bottle, it's good for my skin, she called across the room before turning to face her. This will be your attire while serving on this ship. But there will be occasions when you will wear other items. Seeing that the bath was nearly full, she moved behind the changing screen, leaving the dress hanging up. We will wait until I am in the bath, then you may change.
Thread: Steampunk: Postapocalyptica Character Profiles

CHARACTER TEMPLATE FOR STEAMPUNK POSTAPOCALYPTICA Please submit this means PM all templates to darkangel76 for approval before posting them, thanks. NOTE approval is more lax than you might think, this is more for consistency because we'll be using headers for character posts and to make sure a certain atmosphere is maintained throughout the game. Also, please. ONLY POST PROFILES IN THIS THREAD. All questions, etc. should be placed in either the interest andor OOC threads. Thank you. PHP biThe Basics ib bNameb bNicknameb if any bBirthdayAgeb bBirth Cityb bRoleb outlawpirate mercenaryvigilante civilian city leaderofficial group leader wanderernomad inventorenlightened etc 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? Did 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 list at least 2 bBest Memoryiesb bWorst Memoryiesb bFavorite Colorsb bSexual Orientationb straight, bi, same sex oriented, other submissive vs dominant vs switch vs vanilla very experienced all the way to virgin If unable to find 'real people' images it is understood that in certain instances, a 'real person' might not be applicable, please find as close to real as possible. No anime please. Thank you.
Thread: Steampunk: Postapocalyptica Character Profiles

The Basics Name Ryan Hughes Nickname Ryan BirthdayAge August 25th 21 years old Birth City Munte Role OutlawPirate Appearance Hair Color Black Eye Color Blue Weight 180lbs Height '6,4 Basic Physical Description Tall, Thin, Grungy look to him, has a toned body Other Features Has various tattoos on different parts of his body Visual Representation Background Personality Fun loving, kind, always willing to help out, likes to get himself into trouble at points, total flirt History Grew up in Munte with his father and brother, the three have been a team ever since he lost his mother in an accident that he still believes is his fault. Both he ,his father, and brother are outlaws mainly because they're damn good at it. Ryan gets what he wants when he wants but he never steals anything he doesn't need. Family Chadwick HughesFather, Cameron HughesBrother, Elena HughesMother-Deceased Likes Fixing and inventing things, reading, making music with objects that aren't exactly instruments Dislikes Pushy people, People that don't know how to have fun, Jerks Fears Losing his father or brother, getting put away for being an outlaw Best Memoryies Exploring with his brother when they were kids, his first job with his father Worst Memoryies Losing his mother Favorite Colors Black, White, Red, Grey Sexual Orientation Straight, Switch leaning more towards Dominate
Thread: Steampunk: Postapocalyptica Character Profiles

The Basics Name Mathilda Molloy Nickname Mattie BirthdayAge October 31, 263119 yrs Birth City Inalt lives in the Slums Role Peddler sells flowers in the town square Appearance Hair Color Platinum blonde Eye Color Blue Weight 115 lbs Height 5'0 Basic Physical Description On the shorter side, slim with hourglass shape, toned, B-cup breasts. Other Features Minor scars on her hands from the thorns of the rose she tends to and then sells on a daily basis. Visual Representation Background Personality Sweet, shy, kind, fun-loving, compassionate, loyal. History Mattie grew up in Inalt, living in its slums. Her parents did their best to protect her from the hardships of living in such a poor and rough section within the coastal city. Her mother died when very young and her father died when she reached the age of 17. They left behind their ramshackle of a house and her father had taught her what he could of how to care for roses so that she would be able to make a living for herself as she grew. She now lives alone in her parents house, caring for the roses her father had taught her how grow and tend to. She now sells them daily in the town square of Inalt so as to make a living. It's a rough life, living literally from hand to mouth, but she will never complain. Family The only daughter of Matthew and Margaret Molloy, both deceased. Likes Roses, dancing, the sea. Dislikes Insects, intense storms, bullying. Fears Losing what little she has, not being able to breathe. Best Memoryies When her father taught her how to care for roses. Worst Memoryies When her mother died and when her father died. Favorite Colors Pink, purple. Sexual Orientation Straight, very submissive, little to no experience.