Plot: The rich girl gets the slave for her birthday from a rich, but emotionally and physically absent father. Like she's taken care of mostly by a nanny and school teachers and what not. Since the slave begins to be the only male figure in her life she attaches to him pretty readily, but still remembers and makes it known that she owns him. Conflict can brew because she is going to be pretty bossy and what not... e.e Pretty much the basic plot for the rp in general.
Subplot atm:
x- Maybe the slave boy could have been taken from a neglectful owner kind of like in out world how animals are rescued and what not, but this owner tracks him down because they are psycho like that and tries to kidnap him. This man harvest Pixie Dust for the black market and plans to use Cole for all he's worth feeling a displaced sense of ownership.
General Stuff For Us Both: x- 3 lines minimum x-Pic and name of charac in posts. x- Might add more?
Subplot ideas:
x- or while in the slave shop the slave boy could have encountered rebels who seek to free all enslaved in the country side, and he is readily with them at first, makes good friends, and then he's bought right from under the rebels noses. They could track him down and 'rescue' him at some point, but by that time he's already grown attached to the girl, and the girl and slave could have reached a bonding compromise or something. So when he's captured, lets say to make things more interesting she could have had some event going on involving something like a small school performance... so it's inconvenient that even her slave wouldn't attend to support her much less her father. So like emotional trauma there... and he's having reservations about wanting to be 'freed'....
x- next I have an idea where she could be very adventurous, and drags him along to spy on people (because she gets bored) and then they could come on a conspiracy between her father's employees like the servants or something who are intending to hurt her father financially... maybe assassinate him... or something. Then she would try to play detective in 'adult matters' and drag both of them into something very dangerous.
We could also find a a way to combine all of these subplots I guess.
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 1:41 pm
Name - Lyra Emmalyn Age - 12 Height - 5'4" Weight - 113lbs Short Bio Descrip/Personality - Lyra Emmalyn is spoiled to the core. Her mother passed in child birth, leaving her only with her father, a rich man being an understatement. She grew up in a very large mansion with a couple of nannies to keep an eye on her. She goes to a prominent private school. She often demands the best, and tends to get her way most of the time which is just how she likes it. She has tremendously erratic mood swings. Her father, a busy man,perhaps avoids her for his own emotional trauma when his wife died giving birth to her.He remains absent except on 'important' days like holidays or her birthday. She doesn't see much of him at all, and tends to take it out in negative ways on the people or objects around her. She does have a playful sensitive side, but tends to be very mean and closed off. She is bossy, and feels like she has rights that supersedes everyone elses right.
Name - Miss Em (Emily Jane Miustu) Age - 26 Height - 5'7" Weight - 133lbs Short Bio/Personality Descrip - Miss Em grew up in an ordinary home. Her father was a clock maker, and her mother was often hired to clean houses and babysit on occasion for extraordinary clients. Her parents are still alive, and she has a relatively decent relationship with them, however due to her live in job babysitting/housekeeping for Lyra, she isn't able to see much of them. She was hired by Nanny Jo after applying for a maid opening, but she definitely got more than she bargained for. She's been working with Nanny Jo for almost 5 years now. She is very professional, but amiable. She isn't exactly shy, but reserved. Miss Em is known to be kind, but no body has gotten close enough for more deeper traits to emerge.
Name: Cole Brunel Age: About 17 in human years (hard to measure given pixies move through time in a weird way) Personality: Can vary. If he feels uncomfortable or as if he's being treated like a slave then he's not very nice. Sarcastic and rude but never violent. If he's being treated as an equal he lightens up his humor and rudeness but its always sort of there. Bio: Cole's history is a little fuzzy, given a lot of it he doesn't want to remember. But he does remember the day he was taken into slavery. He was in his pixie form, gathering a few ingredients from the wilderness to bring back to his village when he discovered a smell. Cole didn't know what it was, but it smelled delicious, so he followed the smell further and further away from the forest until he came across a pile of candy on top of a wire mat. Cole's eyes widened and he landed next to it, only for the wire mat to spring up and wrap around him tightly. Soon enough two people, a man and a woman, grabbed the bag and carried him off. This was the start of his slave life.
The couple brought Cole far from his home and everything he knew. They drove to a far off cottage in the mountains, miles from any civilization. There they stripped him down and forced a collar on him. This collar had the ability to keep him in his small pixie form, and control his growth and shrinking as well. They shrunk him down to his one inch size and put him in a tiny glass box they left in a dark room. The inside of the box was lined with thick, rough hair like appendages. They would constantly move up and down, not only knocking the tiny pixie around, but knocking pixie dust off of him at the same time. He would be locked in this box for hours at a time until his body was stripped of all dust, (they knew his dust was gone when the color on his body and wings faded). When Cole was freed from the box he didn't get a break though either. The couple would use his tiny form for all sorts of things. Whether it be a toy, a pet, a pleasure item, or a flavor enhancer. Pixie dust is known for its multiple uses. In cooking, drugs, and medicine. They two would sell his dust to be used by this, but they wanted a taste occasionally too. Not wanting to take from the supply they were gathering, they just sucked on the Pixie himself, one of the worst memories the boy has.
But Cole wasn't trapped here forever. For somehow, someway, the authorities caught word of his plight, and broke into the home, saving the poor little pixie...and selling him right back onto the market. Extras?: Cole can change size at will normally between two forms. His average 5 foot 6 form, and his pixie form where he can measure anywhere from 6 inches to 1 inch. Unfortunately, his new fancy collar takes this control away from him and instead puts it into a remote.
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 9:48 pm
Lyra Emmalyn
Today was the day. A big day, wonderful day; the day her father was taking her to get a 'friend', and then afterwards CAKE! Lyra was beyond excited, and went through so many outfits waiting for her father to come home for her birthday. He was a little late, like a couple hours late because it was already almost noon, but that was ok. She'd shoved all of her nannies and maids out of her room while she got dressed because she didn't want to be around anyone else today except her father. When she finally settled on a white skirt, and a light green shirt with two purple butterflies embroidered on the right sleeve, Lyra sat on the end of her bed impatiently. She occasionally ran to her window at any sound from outside, but was disappointed... her father still hadn't arrived. Finally after another 20 minutes, with her kicking her ankle boots against the side of the bed in glum boredom a knock sounded at her door. She looked up quickly, ready to scream at her nannies or the help, but her father's voice consoled her instantly.
"Lyra, are you ready to go?" Was she ready? Pssh of course she was ready! With a delighted squeal she jumped off her bed and swung open the door, launching herself into her father.
"Hi Daddy!! I'm so ready -" Another squeal. "Let's go!" With a chuckle her father let her take him by the hand and drag him through ad out of their mansion home... well her home. He hardly came home at night if ever.
The drive was 30 minutes long and filled with Lyra's excited recounts of her life since Christmas which was about 4 months ago. The driver had to roll the window down if only to aid in his growing headache from the child. When they finally made it to the pet shop, Lyra got out. She paused just in front of it and squealed yet again jabbing her finger at the sky.
"Look! Look! An airship!! Can we ride one of those today Daddy?? My friend Emilia got to ride one because her dad works on them. She says it's so cool!" Lyra was practically jumping up and down.
"Not today sweetheart." Was all her father said and pushed her into the shop. With a disappointed frown she complied somewhat. "No go look around... find what you want." Lyra was off like a bullet to look for her new pet. The shop had a mix of creatures from humans to dogs, and even magical creatures like trolls. She giggled as she poked her finger at a cage holding one. The troll was short, kind of fat, and had wild purple and orange hair. His grumpy face looked ready to rip hers off. She only giggled though and moved on.
Cole let out a groggy groan as a bright light covered his face, the door on the opposite side of the room opening to let light into the pitch black back room of the slave shop. Cole, like many others, were chained up in all different ways. Some were chained to the walls, others the floor, some to the ceiling, anywhere they could fit them and leave enough space so they didn't kill each other. Cole sat near the corner of the room, curled up in a half ball, his neon blue wings giving off a faint glow as the light touched them as well, energy returning to his body. Cole sat with his face in his lap, not wanting to look up at all, but then he heard boots walking towards him, and his eyes rose to meet a guards.
The guard was told to check the back for the more interesting 'visually appealing' slaves. Not in a romantic form, but something that a kid would want. Why? Because yet another rich father had brought there next of kin in to get there first slave. After a quick observation of the girl the guard could tell exactly what she would be looking for, and the shiner the better. So the guard lifted Cole off of the ground and unhooked his chains from the wall, taking them off of his wrists and ankles and then walking him out into the main lobby. From there he was taken to a small room off to the side with a big glass window and a door looking into it. He was forced inside and chained up once more, his collar hooked to the wall behind him and his ankles too the floor. The room resembled that of a pet stores where one could play with a puppy before they bought it. They were setting him up in hopes that the girl would spot the glow and want him.
FemmeValentine
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 10:27 pm
Lyra Emmalyn
Lyra passed by many interesting creatures, but nothing screamed adorable enough for her to take home. She passed the aisles of the cages, and 'play rooms' until something shimmering blue caught her eye. She made an 'ooo' sound as she stood on her tip toes to get a better looking into a dim room. The slave chained to the wall was glowing blue... or it's wings were rather. It looked like a fairy straight out of her picture books that she insisted she grow out of a couple years ago. Opening the door she stalked inside with a curious smile.
"Hi." She said openly, studying the slave. "Are you a fairy?" She asked reaching up to touch his wings. They were SO pretty that she almost died. It helped that blue was her favorite color. One of the shop keepers then came in. She was a skinny tall woman with quite a bit aging going on - Lyra thought she was ugly but didn't say anything.
"Hello - Lyra is it?" The woman asked kindly. "This here is a pixie. Here, try this, but be careful. You'll need an adjustable leash so it can't fly away in any of it's forms." She closed the door behind them once she gave Lyra a small remote. Lyra failed to notice the short cattle prod the woman held at her side in case the smaller size of the pixie slipped out of it's bindings.
Impulsively Lyra pushed one of the buttons and her eyes grew wide when she shrunk the pixie down to it's 6 inch size. Immediately she thought of Tinker Bell from Neverland. Without thinking she turned to the woman.
"I want it." Lyra demanded crossing her arms and daring the woman to say different. She only chuckled though and patted Lyra on the head earning a heated glare.
"I'll have him prepared for you and brought up to the counter." She told Lyra, feeling extra good for selling an easy sale. Lyra only rolled her eyes, flashed an excited smile at the pixie.
"Bye!" She waved to the pixie, thinking he was just so super cute being tiny like that, and then she left the room. When she got to the counter a younger version of the woman earlier was standing behind the register smiling something fierce at her father.
"Hey how did it go?" Her father asked wrapping an arm around Lyra's shoulders.
"I bought a pixie Daddy!! He's SO blue!" She enthused as the woman brought out the necessary paperwork. Her father laughed and patted her shoulder gently before starting to fill out the papers, and pay for the slave Lyra had picked out. She was already thinking of names for him since Tinker Bell was too girly for a boy name.
Cole's eyes opened a little wider in curiousity as he ears the door open and saw a little girl walk in. Of course, she wasn't all that little in comparison, he was only two inches taller then her, but she had to be young. 12 to 14 maybe? Cole could never tell exactly when it came to humans, but it wasn't like it mattered. She was obviously a hyperactive brat, and he could tell this by the way she thought it was perfectly ok to walk over and feel his wings like they were toys. Before Cole could get a word in though a familiar older woman entered the room and he cringed. He had already dealt with this woman before, and he wasn't looking forward to dealing with her again.
Cole began to try and think of ways to escape, but this thought quickly slipped his mind as he suddenly found himself shrunken down, looking up at the young girl and older woman before she ran off to buy him. Wait. BUY HIM!?! That spoiled brat was going to own him!?! Cole's eyes widened to a huge size as he watched the woman's hand reach for him. "You can't sell me to her! She's gonna end up kil---" he said before her hand wrapped around his body and mouth, muffling his scream as she took him too a different back room. Here she picked up a lavish looking bird cage and set the pixie inside, locking the door and then taking the tiny blue boy out and setting the cage on the counter. Cole sat in the center of the cage with his arms wrapped around his knees, a look of frustration on his face as he watched the girl and her father sign paper after paper.
FemmeValentine
Posted: Thu Jul 02, 2015 11:21 pm
Lyra Emmalyn
Lyra pulled the caged pixie off of the counter nearly as soon as the older woman put him on it. She held the cage close and the woman smiled endearingly at her.
"Did you pick out a name?" She asked. Lyra only frowned as she accepted the bag of goodies that she was handing out.
"None of your business." She claimed stepping closer to her father. She held the pretty cage up to him, wanting all of his attention. "Lookie Daddy! Isn't he pretty! His wing, oh my gosh!" She practically swooned. He cast a half-interested smile down at her.
"That's nice sweetie. Why don't you go get him settled in the car?" He told her. Lyra's heart fell... her dad was giving more attention to the younger clerk than her.
"Yeah, ok." She muttered, resisting the urge to kick him in the shin. She carried her pixie and the bag with his leash and other assortments outside and hopped inside the back of their car. The driver smiled back at her, but thought better of asking how it went when he seen her frustrated expression. Once inside she set the cage down next to her and began rifling through the bag. There was the adjustable leash, a small bottle, and a few other things the shop had deemed necessary for owning a pixie. She looked over at the cage and eyed his collar.
"Do you want to sit next to me?" She asked him, reaching through his cage to link the leash to his collar.
Cole grumbled a little more as his cage was hastily grabbed off the counter and held close to the little girls body. He looked over at her, seeing nothing but the clumped up areas of her shirt poking into the cage. And then with a sudden jerk the cage was shoved into the air, making him fall on his side as he looked up at the man who seemed very uninterested in both him and the little girl who was next to him. Why would such a father figure ignore the creature he had to protect and care for? Cole didn't have time to ask, because the next thing he knew he was inside what appeared to be a luxury car.
Cole watched the young girl dig through the bag of items and then look at him, asking him a surprisingly considerate question, "...If it means I don't have to sit in this cage then sure..."
FemmeValentine
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 9:22 pm
Lyra Emmalyn
Lyra smiled at him, but she still seemed to have other things on her mind, like: What was taking her father so long in the shop anyway? Since she couldn't reach her entire hand through the cage to link his leash to his collar, Lyra just opened the door and linked it. Then she let him get out of the cage on his own accord, temporarily fascinated with watching his wings.
"They are so pretty. I wish I had blue wings to." She murmured. When he finally exited the cage, Lyra activated the remote and let him grow to full size, immediately causing the driver to jump in fright and look back quickly.
"What did your father get you?" He asked, studying the boy. Lyra beamed at him.
"He's a Pixie." She said it delicately, proud of herself for no real reason other than having the attention. The driver pursed his lips, unsure about this, ad turned back in his seat. Lyra turned her goofy smile to the pixie.
"SO I was thinking of some names for you. First there's Renaldo, or I was thinking Jeremiah, but I really like the name Kipp. It's a character from my favorite show." She explained staring at him to see if any of the names caught his interest. She was also comparing the names with his face.
((Hope you don't mind that I assumed he would get out of the cage.))
Cole stretched his arms happily as he was turned back to normal height once more. He tucked his wings away to allow him to sit comfortably and slouched down a bit against the soft leather seat, taking in the feel of furniture that wasn't wooden and half broken. And then the little one had to go and ruin it.
He opened one eye and looked at the girl with a slight frustration. "I already have a name girlie...it's Cole. And no. Your not changing it." Cole said in a stern tone, his eye closing soon after as he went back to relaxing, trying to zone out the girls words. He didn't care how bad she had it, he was a slave.
(xD not at all.)
FemmeValentine
Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2015 9:54 pm
Lyra Emmalyn
Lyra was stunned to say the least. The driver was as well, but luckily Lyra didn't see his shoulders moving slightly in a chuckle. From there she sunk her face into a mean glare slash pout and crossed her arms haughtily.
"You listen here. My name is Miss Emmalyn to YOU. Don't you call me girlie, and don't you ever tell me what I can and can't do you... you... you stupid!" She all but screamed, uncrossing her arms, ready to shove him across the seats of the vehicle. She was interrupted however as her father opened the door to the seats in front of her. He was on the phone as he slid into the car ad closed the door; motioning the driver to start. Temporarily distracted by this she leaned over the seat.
"Daddy! Daddy, why aren't you sitting by me?" She asked, tugging on his sleeve. Irritated her father excused himself on the phone and looked back at her.
"Sit down Lyra. Can't you see I'm on the phone?" The he turned back to whoever he was talking to. "Yes.. yes, I'm here." Lyra could feel herself just about to snap, and it was all she could do not to continuously kick the back of her father's seat. Instead with much huffing and puffing she finally settled into silence, ignoring her pixie and watching out the window.
The driver drove passed the neighborhood, until Lyra recognized where they were. They were going home... but so soon.
"Daddy?" Her anger dissipating into worry. She leaned over the seat again "Daddy, why are we going home?" Her father took a moment to finish what he was saying to the person on the phone and then looked back at her.
"Sweetheart, I got a call, and I need to go handle some business. I'm sure there is a party waiting for you at home, so don't worry." He returned to his call. Lyra furrowed his eyebrows at him and insisted for his attention.
"But we were supposed to get the cake. And you said-"
"Lyra. Sit. Down. I am on the phone." He interrupted her. With a hateful huff Lyra sat back in her seat with some force and glued her eyes to the passing scenery outside. In a few minutes they would be coming up on the mansion.
Cole was a little surprised by the girls attitude. Was she really this used to having control of everything? It was true that she did basically own him now, but that didn't change the fact that she was like 12 and he was 17. And he was about to remind the girl just that when her father reappeared.
Cole watched in silence as the girl attempted to get his attention once more but was denied again. And then she brought something up that made him twinge a little. She said that they were going to get a cake, but her father interrupted, ignoring her comment entirely. Sure, cake wasn't that big of a deal to him, but he knew what that usually met. It was some sort of special day wasn't it? The question was what was it? Cole decided that he could both cheer this girl up a tad and get his answer if he played his cards right, so with a sigh he sat up and looked over at the girl. "Uhm...Miss Emmalyn? What's so special about today?"
FemmeValentine
Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2015 5:00 am
Lyra Emmalyn
She glumly slid her eyes over to the pixie beside her, peeling them away from the disappointingly familiar landscape passing by the window. Him calling her Miss Emmalyn did lighten her anger some so she also cracked a slight smile at his interest.
"It's my birthday." She turned to face him wholly. "I'm 12 today at 4:23pm." Her smile grew bigger. "That's the time I was born." She shrugged then and turned back to the window, leaning her elbow on the side of the door and her cheek on her hand. She was admittedly bummed out that the day with her father was shorter than ever this year, but she was starting to get used to it unfortunately.
Cole couldn't help but smile a little when the little one turned to him. Afterall her now admittedly smaller smile was much more pure and less over active and annoying. It was her birthday? Now Cole was starting to make sense of everything. They were at the slave shop because the father wasn't around often and knew that he needed something to distract his daughter. That was why they weren't getting cake, because he needed to leave again. Cole did his best to hide his curiousity in the situation and instead offered a slightly bigger smile to Lyra. " Happy Birthday Miss Emmalyn." He said before the girl turned back to the window and asked him a question.
Almost instantly his eyes went back to his lap, the smile fading from his face as he himself leaned against the door of the car. He took in a big breath and let it out slowly, trying to relax himself the best he could before closing his eyes and showing a small smirk. "I did....I can't remember it."
Name - Lyra Emmalyn
