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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 11, 2018 3:11:10 GMT -5
nah, I just didn't get into it when season four came out. it was a messy time for me so I just didn't have the energy I guess idk
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 10, 2018 12:34:21 GMT -5
Khadim didn't respond to this. He was too disgusted by the way he was being spoken of, as though he was little more than a possession to be brought and sold. He'd known that here that was his role, but he felt a rush of bile every time he was reminded. He set his jaw again, the anger heating back up but followed without a word as they went to pick up the one who would be auctioned off today before continuing to the car.
He didn't speak during the car ride either, nor as they found their seats. He was on high alert, though, his gaze flitting between the humans around him. His kind weren't native to this part of the world and so those who were were always a little fascinated by him. That was just as true for humans as other supernatural creatures. But with other supernaturals, at least he knew they were one and the same. Their fascination was curious and friendly, with only a few exceptions. The humans were greedy in their interest. Predatory. He felt as exposed as he ever had and if he'd been able, he'd have bolted long before now. True to his word, however, he stayed.
"Hmm?" he said, glancing at Chase for a split second. "No, I don't suppose I want to be sold. I know things could be worse for me, I'm not stupid and I've heard the stories of what happens to people like me if they end up in a bad place." Relatively speaking, of course. He wasn't exactly in a good one. "But that doesn't mean I'd prefer to stay with you. I've heard the stories about you, too."
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 10, 2018 10:17:37 GMT -5
Khadim still did not speak, simply listened to what Chase had to say. It was true, he could have him killed at any time. But Khadim could end his own life, too, if he put his mind to it. He was alive because he'd decided to live on a little longer, just as he was alive because Chase had decided not to kill him. If any one of those two things changed, he would be dead. There was no going around that. He had just as much a say as Chase, though. Over this one thing, he still had some claim to control. He clung to that rationalisation like a lifeline. This was what would keep him in his own head when everything he had was taken from him, piece by piece. He'd been robbed of his freedom but no matter what, he could control this. He was controlling the colour of his eyes, the lack of a visible collar around his throat. He could control what he said and he could control what he did not. All decisions had consequences, those in here were just harsher. He simply needed to go on as he always had, weighing outcomes again actions.
He was aware that it wasn't quite so simple. He knew that the way he chose to look at things was not the most accurate way of looking at things. What was there to do? He'd either lie to himself or allow the truth to drive him insane and between the two, there was very little choice. So while the orc looked him over, staring at him for much longer than was comfortable, he turned to Chase again. The moment he did, his little lie wasn't quite so effective. He knew that he was just a man, but fear was stronger than that. Telling himself that if Chase killed him, he'd have lost a valuable thing didn't comfort him. Neither did the logic he employed to himself. Khadim hated that he could not decide not to fear him. So when they walked through the house, he kept only as much focus on him as it took to feel relatively safe. The rest was once more tuned to the hallways, the turns they took.
Finally, they arrived, and he could be alone. He took his clothes without a word to Chase and nothing more than a nod to the orc, then stepped inside and closed the door. It didn't take long to change, a minute and a half at most, but he lingered by a mirror to take in his reflection. He didn't have to let his illusions down to see through them, but they fell away anyway. The shock of seeing himself collared and in someone else's clothes was too much. He touched at the strap around his neck, wondering what would happen to him if he took it off. Would Chase even notice? All this time, he'd been unable to see it. He would, though, Khadim had to count on that. The collar would remain. The eyes, however, didn't have to. Maybe if he allowed himself to be seen as he was, he would be soothed. He knew that wouldn't be the case but what was he to do? He could already feel the toll keeping these intricate glamour up was taking on him. He'd much rather keep his collar hidden than his eyes. Normal, natural eyes it was.
He opened the door as soon as Chase knocked, not wishing to spend another second in the company of his own wretched reflection. "If you think seeing cruelty against others will convince me of your goodness and my own good fortune, you're grossly mistaken," he said in lieu of a greeting - he'd decided Chase did not deserve such pleasantries - then continued out, closing the door behind him. His hatred was selfish and despite what his words implied, he felt no fraternity with the werewolves and ghouls and orcas that could often be found at auction. They weren't his kind. Still, he couldn't defend how they were treated. He took no personal offence but even with his moral compass, he knew it was disgusting.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 10, 2018 8:24:16 GMT -5
As he ate, Khadim pondered what Chase had said. He wanted to believe that he'd never allow a thing so horrid as losing his wits in the cells, but he knew they were made with a purpose which wasn't comfort. He wanted so badly to prove Chase wrong, and perhaps he would, but he had to tread carefully if that was all he hoped to achieve. His goal was not to anger the man (although he wouldn't complain if that turned out to be a side effect of everything else) and he couldn't allow it to get in the way of his survival and escape. Perhaps that meant he was too soft for this, not brave enough to pick death over servitude. Maybe he should be screaming and clawing at anything to get out of here, or maybe he should attempt to kill Chase where he sat before he inevitably perished in this house. Maybe he shouldn't be so passive. But Khadim had always been an observer first. Drastic action didn't come easy to him.
Words and defiance, however, most certainly did. "No," he said, setting his cutlery aside for a moment. "My goal is not to please you, nor is it to earn the right to a name from you. I have a name already. It's your goal to want me to 'earn' one. Unfortunately, your will is not mine, and it never will be." His tone was level and matter-of-fact, something he'd have to congratulate himself for later. There was still a pit of anger boiling in his belly, and it would have been so easy to allow that to taint what he wanted to get across. He felt it lace his gaze and harden his jaw, but it didn't reach his voice. Not yet. He was almost proud. "I won't lie and tell you that I'm not afraid of you, of what this place will do to me, but I will tell you this: everything I do during my stay here, I will do for myself."
With that said, he returned his attention to his meal. He was no longer hungry, but he needed what food he could get. He wasn't sure how things were around here, and he could go a good deal longer than a human man without eating, but even then he couldn't take food for granted. This may be the last time he ate in a very long time and he needed to stock up on energy now, before he had nowhere to get it from. He didn't look up again until his plate was entirely cleared and then it was only to drain his glass of water, place it back down, and then retreat back into silence. While his attention was still fully on the man opposite him, he gave no sign that he'd interact. He'd said his piece.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 10, 2018 3:56:46 GMT -5
yeah, I have! it was a while ago, I started back when season two was coming out and stopped after season three. it's a lot of fun tbh
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 10, 2018 3:53:47 GMT -5
Of course he'd see it that way. To Chase, Khadim was no more than just one more arrived supernatural. Perhaps he was an interesting one, rare around these parts, but he was an object who no longer possessed free will. Khadim supposed he was right, at least partially. He didn't have to control he'd had yesterday and he'd never make it out of these doors alive, at least not of his own accord. But he very much did have a say in whether he ran or not and he'd chosen to stay, if only for the time being. He would not allow anyone in here to take that choice away from him because he'd cling to it for sanity later. He was not here because someone had taken him here. He was here because he'd chosen not to run. Whether Chase saw it that way or not was irrelevant. He considered letting him know this, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Why would he bother?
He followed through the building in silence, committing the path to memory. He wasn't sure when, if ever, he'd have use of a memorised map of this place, but he wouldn't waste an opportunity to start work on one. He said nothing, not when they stopped walking, not when he was told to sit, not when he was asked if he'd eaten. He simply did ask asked, all the while wearing an expression of disgust. When he opened his mouth to speak, it was to the elf who'd come in to serve them. "Whatever you prepare for him will do just fine for me," he said, "A large serving, thank you." He agreed to eat for the same reason he hadn't raised his voice earlier. He was pretty sure it wouldn't bother Chase in the slightest if he refused. A hunger strike would only make him weaker and he couldn't afford that, not here. There was no use refusing food when the only person that would affect was he himself. So he'd eat, not for Chase's sake but for his own.
Finally, he looked away to meet the other man's icy gaze. "I despised my stay. You humans are terribly unwelcoming." That was only half of the truth, but he owed Chase Douglas nothing, least of all his candour. "As for you, I've always thought you're the kind of man who demands respect he's not earned. I can't say you've proved me wrong. I think you know my kind are not animals made for your amusement, and so I won't bore you with an appeal to your morality. Just know I despise everything you and your family stand for." He should have kept his mouth shut, he knew that as soon as he fell silent. This was just another thing that didn't matter but this time, he hadn't been able to hold back from doing something that would get him nothing. Giving an opinion had been too tempting to refuse.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 23:15:18 GMT -5
Khadim said nothing, simply waited until what would become his collar was thrown at him several minutes later. It was blank, which was a relief if nothing else. He'd not been renamed yet. He picked it up, considered it carefully with a look of distant disgust. He didn't appreciate the gesture, thought it wrong in every sense. He held it for a little longer, considering his options. He could put it on without complaint, but he wasn't about to simply roll over. He wasn't a dog. He could refuse, but he wasn't foolish enough. He'd have worn it beneath an illusion but that could not last forever. He didn't want to give Chase the satisfaction of knowing that he was weak when it reappeared around his neck. Still, for now, that seemed like the only thing he might even consider. It was a short term solution but starting now, he thought he might have to live life one day at a time.
So, he raised it, clasped it around his neck and then gazed over at his captor as it seemed to sink into skin until it appeared completely gone. Khadim still felt it on his neck - he couldn't even cast a tactile illusion to ease the discomfort, his own work did not affect him - and if you touched it, you'd be able to tell it was there. But to the naked eye, his neck was bare. He didn't know how long that would last as he hadn't held a long-term glamour in a long time, but for now, it was all he could do. Finally, he rose, waiting for the door to open so that he may step out.
He knew that he should treat the situation with caution. There were worse fates than being treated like some collector's item. If he could just follow instructions without looking for these little quirks, he could settle, make a proper plan for escape. Maybe in a few days when the rage had turned to determination he would. He was too angry now, though. He was sure that if it bothered Chase Douglas, whatever came next would be worth it. Still. "Very well. I'll stay," he said, purposefully ignoring the part about following instructions. That he's have to take one at a time. With that, he stepped out of his cell. True to his word, he made no attempt to flee, simply waited a few steps away. He was close enough to touch, but he had no weapons. A fight, though tempting, would only get him killed.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 22:23:56 GMT -5
( no worries, it looks good to me! )
Khadim should have known better than to go into the city. He really should have. That was the first mistake. His second mistake was believing that a simply glamour over his eyes to make them appear a dull, unremarkable brown would hide what he was. The third mistake, the final nail in the coffin, was letting his guard down to eat. The hunters knew what they were doing, he should have been prepared. He hadn't been. And so it was that he was now sat in a cell, gazing up at Chase Douglas himself.
Compared to some of the others in here, he wasn't too much of a mess. His eyes were still dark brown but other than that, he looked much like he would have at any other time. It was clear he'd not been here long. He was sure that once he had been, he would not be quite so put together. A shame, really, that he could be a mess now and neaten up as time went on.
Chase wanted his name. Of course he did. "I do have one," Khadim agreed, speaking up for the first time since arrival. Nobody had spoken to him directly until now and so he had not bothered. His voice was level and controlled, though he couldn't quite keep spite out of it. "But since you've so readily admitted you'll likely not use it, I don't particularly want to share it." What was the point of giving the man this if he would not even get the respect of being called by his name in return? It wasn't a fair trade. So he would keep his name to himself for now, keep what few cards he had to play until he had something to gain from playing them.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 21:45:16 GMT -5
would you mind? it's like 4am and I'm not a strong starter at the best of times
I probably average 2-3 paragraphs at the moment? I'm not entirely sure haha
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 21:34:25 GMT -5
yeah, I agree that's a good place to start! it leaves a lot of options for us going forward
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 21:19:27 GMT -5
ooo he's interesting! and don't worry, I'm the exact same.
so, what could work plot wise? the first thing that comes to mind is that khadim gets himself captured somehow and that that's how they meet, but I feel like we should maybe brainstorm some other options as well
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 13:40:20 GMT -5
( okay so this is an entirely new character, I wasn't feeling any of my already existing ones. as such, what's in this form may change as I get to know him a bit more. just so you know
also, I do apologise for this mess I call a form lol I'm on mobile and making it up as I go ahaha sorry )
Khadim Siad - 24 - djinn
- - Like all djinn, Khadim is nearly entirely human in appearance. Like most of them, he looks to be middle-eastern with his olive skin, dark hair and large eyes. Like very few of them, he's not of extraordinary height, standing at 5'10 and no more. While this is average for human men, it it several inches below what is considered average for his kind, and this bothers him greatly. His build is narrow, he's made for agility and speed, not strength. His hair is not long, though it's clear he hasn't bothered to cut it in a while, slightly wavy and plenty thick. His facial features are much like the rest of him - narrow and a little soft. His face is oval, his nose slim and his lips thin. What's most eye catching about his face, however, are his sandy eyes. Their colour is not human and immediately marks him as other, as supernatural.
- - Generally speaking, Khadim is a quiet man. He doesn't speak often, nor does he make noise as he moves through the world. He simply exists, watches and learns. He's expert at seeing opportunities and just as good at taking them, something he credits his constant observing for. Khadim is a firm individual, secure in himself and his opinions. He'd always happy to debate, despite his usual silence. Not a cheater but far from an honest man, Khadim more than exemplifies the trait djinn are best known for: cunning. He lives life as though it were a game, spots loopholes and exploits them. He lives by the law, but not by the spirit of it. If you befriend him, this tendancy towards tricks may very well turn into more good natured teasing. Khadim's loyalty is hard-won and absolute.
- - A few things separate Djinn from humans. For one, they tend to live nearly twice as long, averaging a lifespan of 150 to 160 years. They're also more resilient and while they're by no means immortal, are fast healers. Their real power is the power of illusion, though. While only the very strongest can make their illusions a reality - an ability often used by humans to grant wishes - all of them can create sensory illusions. While those who are weak may only be able to create visual ones, others can use several or all of the senses both separately and simultaneously. Maintaining these illusions takes focus and very few can ever take the step to materialising illusions. There are legends among the Djinn that it is possible to bend even the rules of the universe to your illusions if you become strong enough, but most doubt that this is actually truth.
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 9:20:53 GMT -5
alright, thanks for the heads up!
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 9:12:25 GMT -5
I was going to suggest the same thing c: I'll get to work asap
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 9:01:17 GMT -5
sure, that sounds good to me ^^
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 9, 2018 1:06:04 GMT -5
great! and not really, no! I'm equally drawn to both
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 13:32:57 GMT -5
1. I wish for you to never fulfill this wish 2. ? 3. ?
I just wanna see it solve that tbh. either it manages and I've learned how or it will never manage and have to follow me around forever. either way, I've won
that's obviously assuming this is a genie from aladin where it has to grant me 3
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 12:09:52 GMT -5
I'm swedish, austrian and french (+some German I think but that's way back so) on my dad's side and finish and sami on my mum's. my mormor (mum's mum) likely has some slavic roots as well but it's difficult to say for sure bc she left her biological family when she was only 4
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 9:17:06 GMT -5
ah good luck with class! and I should be around, yeah, depending on how long you're gone.
I do usually prefer sheets but short ones. the basics plus a paragraph or two of physical description/personality and not really much help else? idk I like backstory to be revealed through rp I find that a lot more interesting idk honestly though, I'm quite flexible on that.
and I was quite feeling the supernatural creature x human one? but when it comes to character I've really no preference
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 9:01:57 GMT -5
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 8:56:19 GMT -5
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 8, 2018 8:32:11 GMT -5
ooo that last plot idea sounds interesting if you'll have me
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 7, 2018 16:37:20 GMT -5
could you try an otter, maybe? specifically the marine kind
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 7, 2018 16:31:39 GMT -5
ooo could you do one based on a wolverine?
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Mar 3, 2018 13:50:25 GMT -5
an hour to an hour and a half, usually. I can and have done it in less but I don't like to rush in the morning so it's worth sacrificing the 30 minutes of sleep
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Feb 28, 2018 10:40:39 GMT -5
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Feb 20, 2018 10:50:31 GMT -5
I literally wanted to be a real estate magnate from the age of five lol it's still tempting but I'm working towards physics (specifically research) right now
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Feb 16, 2018 16:22:58 GMT -5
I grew up christian, both my parents worked in the church, we went every week, I went to sunday school, etc etc. even as a child, I was incredibly doubtful though, which I'm pretty sure comes from how secular the swedish people are. I did believe bc I was a kid and trusted that my parents knew everything and whenever I did question things I'd feel really ashamed but it did happen a lot which I'm grateful for now if only because it made my later crisis so much easier
I had mostly good experiences as a kid bc things weren't intense but as I got older the experiences got worse. some of the best moments happened in the last stretch of my religious involvement but so did some of the worst. my youth pastor especially has said some pretty horrible things that I associate with the church and god and can never separate from it. the usual of course - gay people are going to hell and he'd protest if anyone in the group came out, for example - but the worst for me was when he straight up said that mental illness is just what happens when you're separated from god so mentally ill people should just stop being weak and get back in touch with god and then went on to imply it's the fault of whoever is ill. like how insensitive can you be? I guarantee I wasn't the only person in that room who felt awful for months after that, even if I knew he was just being gross
anyway, I appreciate the place that religion has in society but the bad experiences, though outnumbered by good, would have gotten me out even if I didn't question it so much as I got older. some of the sweetest people I know are religious and so are some of the worst. it just isn't for me and I doubt it ever will be but I don't hold anything against the concept and find the concept of one or several higher power/s beautiful, even if I don't believe it myself
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Feb 8, 2018 14:17:58 GMT -5
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Post by ๐จ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ on Feb 4, 2018 16:50:28 GMT -5
whenever I edit my writing I'm blown away by just how many commas I can fit into a single sentence. it's grammatically correct, sure, but my sentences can get so long it's a wonder I don't fall asleep half way through writing them
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