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Class: Crazy_Tomboy313
Slave Label: Olan Fluffsworth
Age: 15
In a relationship, I am: Uke
Before the invasion: I don't remember much about the invasion, but I remember screaming. I think I was only three years old at the time, but I remember my parents. They were trying to run. My sister and I were being carried, but suddenly we were dropped and our parents never moved again. We were taken as slaves right then.
My sister, Somuka, seemed to take the situation better than I ever could. We were the exact opposites, and yet we were closer than most siblings. She accepted everything, but I couldn't. While being beaten by our owner, she hardly cried but I always did. When working in the fields, she would stand strong while I collapsed. She was the best, and I was the worst.
I think being bought by another person was the worst thing that's ever happened to me. At least I could predict what my old master would do. I don't know a thing about the new person, and that's what scared me. He keeps trying to get closer to me and I don't understand why. Maybe he should leave me alone, but he never would.
How others see me:

Class: Mercutio_the_clown
Slave Label: Terence Alden
Age: 19
In a relationship, I could be: Seke
Before the invasion: Before the invasion, my family was well-to-do. After their deaths, I inherited the family name, fortune, everything at a very early age. I don't remember the invasion except the panic, and I think there might have been flames. I seem to remember vaguely the night being lit up like day time.

The family business was slaving. I've never really had a problem with slaving because I take in the ones who have no home or better opportunities. Basically, I'm a salvation to the lost. Until I bought a brother and sister from a man who was the complete opposite of me. I was intrigued by them. The girl did everything right, but the boy was just a mess. I want to try to get close to him, to understand him, and make him feel safe. It seems that it's going to take a very long time before he trusts anyone but his sister.

I'm usually like a mother tiger. I can be strict and commanding when I need to be, but I can also be gentle and kind. When others try to hurt my slaves, I attack.
How others see me:

Bleeps? Anyone planning to join?

Terence watched in horror as the older man raised a gun, aiming directly at the terrified boy. He had to do something; he couldn't just let the man shoot this defenceless slave. So, Terence did the only thing he could. He ran and stood directly in front of the target, glaring and panting in anger. "What are you doing? You're going to kill someone with that!"

He didn't care what happened. In fact, he was pretty sure the slaver would shoot him as well as this slave he clearly didn't want. So be it. He wasn't going to let this man shoot a kid. That wasn't what he was taught to do, and he wasn't going to let it happen. "You don't want the kid, so you're going to shoot him? That's murder!"

"I've heard of you. You're a crotchety old man who gets rid of the slaves he deems unimportant. If you don't want him, however, I'll take him." Terence whipped out a check book and scribbled out a large amount of money. "There. That should be enough for you and you're old-fashioned ways."

Terence ripped the check out and threw it at the old man. It fluttered to the ground about a foot away from Terence. "Take it, and I'll take the kid. I should be calling the authorities on you for the mistreatment of slaves."

Terence's lip curled with disgust at the old man. "Bring me the girl," he commanded after a minute. That one command, he knew, sealed the entire deal. Terence would take both the kid and his sister, and this man would get off scott free. The idea of justice not being served to this man turned Terence's stomach, but at least the kid would be safe. That was what mattered.

When Somuka was standing in front of Terence, looking defiant, the slaver smiled the way he did when he wanted to assure a slave they were okay but were in front of other slavers. "You've got spunk, girl. I like that. Take the kid and go stand by the car. I'll be there in a few minutes to take you to your quarters." He jerked his head behind him to where a nicer car than most was sitting, idling.

"I hope one day, the authorities do come and shut you down, but you have my word that if they do, it won't be from me." Terence resisted the urge to spit at the old man and turned on his heel to his car.

"Get in," he commanded, nodding to the back door of his car even as he himself stalked to the driver's side and climbed in. "Now," he added, his foot on the brake. "Or I'll leave you here." He knew he wouldn't do something like that, but he wanted the siblings to move a little faster.

When they were a good distance away from the old house, Terence glanced in the rearview mirror. "Sorry to sound rough back there. Most other slavers don't understand treating everyone the way they deserve, like they're human beings. To most, you're just property to do with as they please. My name is Terence Alden. You can call me Alden or Master Alden, whichever you prefer. What are your names?"

He looked up again and smiled kindly in the mirror. They were both very nice looking kids, if they would smile or at least relax once in a while. He started planning immediately where they would be working and sleeping. Clearly, he would have to make an exception to his policy of separating boys from girls, both in the sleeping quarters and in the work they did.