Thread: M a r k e d (Domovoi + MRAZ)

Welcome to Marked, an original RolePlay between myself and the incredibly lovely MRAZ. Please do not post. Thank you. Cash. Money. Dough. Dolla dolla bills, y'all. It makes the world go round, it makes cities run and turns man into beast. A young girl, nineteen and with her entire life ahead of her - however bleak it might be, with the country's economy failing so spectacularly - found herself being sold off by her family to a man with more money than they could ever dream of, for more money than they could ever dream of. She'd discovered her air element accidentally at a young age, and played with it off and on throughout her life whenever she needed it as an advantage blowing things off a high shelf, giving herself a bit of a boost in races against her friends, and other harmless things. Now, she might as well be cattle, sold for slaughter. After hearing of the man's reward for finding him a young, powerful wind user, her family decided they preferred money to their little girl. Their struggles meant little to Rina no, they didn't have fancy clothes or a giant house, but they were managing to scrape by with what they had, however difficult it may be. If the roles were reversed, she would never have even contemplated selling one of them to make a quick buck. After a fit of kicking and screaming, her forearm was being branded with this man's sigil. She didn't have time to howl before, exhausted from the sobbing, screaming, and now pain, her body gave in and passed out from being so overwhelmed. Her pain tolerance was about average, and her athletic figure and good physical fitness made her a great candidate, but her psychological state was knocking her down. Eventually, Rina did wake up. With tired brown eyes, she swallowed hard and began to examine her surroundings. ---- Liza Vernon had been in the fighting business a long time. Well, sort of a long time. Four years was a long time, right? Throughout that, the twenty-seven year old woman had bought and sold quite a few elementals, boring of her pets quite quickly when they didn't perform to her expectations. All she really cared about was the money... The frills and formality that was intrinsically linked with her line of work just weren't for her. She always went for the same kind of fighters. Maybe that was her problem. It didn't stop her from continuing her routine, though. I like those four... Liza idly voiced, pointing to several of the girls for sale. They all looked a bit rough around the edges, one with hefty facial scarring that was obviously from a battle with a fire user. Eenie, meenie, minie... That one, She pointed to a white-haired girl with the tough look that drew her in every time. Strength? Nah. Beauty? Fuck that. She just wanted her pets to look intimidating, as it drew in the crowds like flies to carrion. They wanted to spend their money on the tough one, the one that looked as if she would happily tear her opponent limb from limb and dine on the appendages left behind. Without asking for further details, she handed over the asking price without haggling and approached the girl. Squinting a bit, the tall woman leaned forward to look her new charge dead in the eyes, her face taking on its typical deadpan. What's your name? Hooking a finger in the collar they'd put the girl in, she began leading her away, the seller a bit dumbfounded at how quickly the transaction had gone through - typically one would expect a prospective buyer to actually ask questions about the fighter they were purchasing, never for someone to use child's play as a decision maker. Oh, and, uh, what's your element? She chuckled. Aw, hell, just tell me about yourself, Liza found it easier to listen to her pets speak, rather than a salesman give her a shitty pitch with shitty exaggerations about, usually , shitty fighters. If a decision couldn't be made on a gut feeling, it wasn't worth making. Okay, yes, the last ten fighters also gave her a good feeling, but this one was definitely going to be a prize! She could feel it in her bones.