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My strings are pulled by... Marli-oneechan
You can call me... Adrian Levithian
I've lived through... At most 1345, at least 784. The second number's when I stopped counting.
See me as a... Dark fey. And don't start that "Fairy boy" s**t with me.
I can assure you, I am... Male
I would call myself... A hundred and ten percent gay.
I tend to be... Sadistic, jealous, reasonable(at times), cruel, cold, but maybe kind. That hasn't seemed possible yet. Maybe I'll find someone someday that'll open it up for me. Doubt it.
My tale begins with... my birth, ut let's not get into that. You don't WANT to know how my kind are born, or, well, manifested into the immortal beings we claim to be.
The important thing here to you is that I tell you why I even want a slave, right?
Well, the years went by, decades, then centuries, until I realized I was getting older, and, with each passing day, lonelier. It was starting to be pathetic. Of course, the loneliness wasn't the hard part of it. The hard part was the boredom.
I'm a slave breaker. And by breaker, I mean, someone who gives slaves all they can take until they have one strand of free will left and then I snap that little string in half with my metaphorical iron scissors.Hey, some people like their slaves to be like that. Of course, I'm not completely cruel, I leave them with a tad of hope and some personality, because otherwise I wouldn't get paid because the thing would no longer hold any interest for the owner. I get paid pretty well, and it's a fairly monotonous job. I eat human food and coffee, but I feed a little off the despair in a rather disgusting way that sometimes makes me sick to my stomach.
But I can't help it, really! The cruelty is both necessary for my job and bligatory as what I am.
Which is a shapeshifting, all-powerful, funny, sexy as anything, and may I say smooth dark fey.
But the level of "tameness" I inflict upon the slave is whatever the master would like. They have to specify.
I never kill slaves, though, or bring them to a point they need to be hospitalized.
Again, I wouldn't get paid.
But anyway, I'm looking for a companion I can play tricks on. And hurt if they disobey. And share coffee with in the morning if they're good enough. And sleep with.
The last is especially important. In more ways than one.
So, I thought that was pretty blunt, yeah? Yeah.
I want a collar with... It depends, but I want to have fun.
Expect me to be... Cold but not cruel, expecting disorder and almost happy to deal with it accordingly. I have little patience when it comes to futile pursuits, and if you try to scape from impossible positions I will capture you, hurt you, and then ridicule you for a good amount of time until I see you get it into your head. Of course, I might not hurt you if it sees to my amusement that it's interesting enough for me to want you to try it again.
My property is called... N/A
 Marli-oneechan · Wed Jul 13, 2011 @ 01:42am · 0 Comments |
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