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*blushies* Oh thank you! And it's not a silly question.
Okay, so basically it is kind of like the black market; it's illegal, but people do it secretively. Boys and girls ( normally brought it at a young age ) are sold to someone as a "slave" most of them are used for sexual reasons and kept confined in basements and things like that. ( in this rp ) there is an abandoned where house where masters can go to buy slaves, who are kept in small cages with constraints on.
Okay, so basically it is kind of like the black market; it's illegal, but people do it secretively. Boys and girls ( normally brought it at a young age ) are sold to someone as a "slave" most of them are used for sexual reasons and kept confined in basements and things like that. ( in this rp ) there is an abandoned where house where masters can go to buy slaves, who are kept in small cages with constraints on.
Well, not always... Like someone could buy a slave for companionship, it just isn't common. And most masters keep their slaves restrained most of the time ( but you master can do whatever he wants, of course )
Alrighty! :)
ANd it doesn't have to be long like Mine is, that is a character I made already, but hadn't gotten to use.
ANd it doesn't have to be long like Mine is, that is a character I made already, but hadn't gotten to use.
Haha, and no, I love anime pics for some characters, especially doms :)
((While you are making your character, I'm going to go ahead and post my first thing, just putting Max in the wearhouse. I have to go soon))
Max:
This was the part he hated the most; changing. It seemed like every time he figured out his master, he was being sold to the next. Life wasn't about living for Max, it was simply about surviving. That was the hardest lesson he ever had to learn. Some people got to live, but Max's purpose was to fight to survive, and that was just how it was.
Lexion tightened the shackles on Maxes feet and the handcuffs behind his back before hooking his leash onto the small black choke collar around Max's neck. He then tugged harshly on the leash as he led Max to the cage, causing Max to cough harshly. Lexion smacked him harshly, "Would you shut up and get in the cage?" Max crawled into the cage he would be sold from. It was so small that he could turn around in it, or really move for that matter. He sighed and watched as the other vendors sat up as well.
Max:
This was the part he hated the most; changing. It seemed like every time he figured out his master, he was being sold to the next. Life wasn't about living for Max, it was simply about surviving. That was the hardest lesson he ever had to learn. Some people got to live, but Max's purpose was to fight to survive, and that was just how it was.
Lexion tightened the shackles on Maxes feet and the handcuffs behind his back before hooking his leash onto the small black choke collar around Max's neck. He then tugged harshly on the leash as he led Max to the cage, causing Max to cough harshly. Lexion smacked him harshly, "Would you shut up and get in the cage?" Max crawled into the cage he would be sold from. It was so small that he could turn around in it, or really move for that matter. He sighed and watched as the other vendors sat up as well.
Alright, I already posted my first post up there.
Max:
The first costumer came in and talked to Lexion, asking him if he could see Max. Lexion took him out and put a leash on the choke collar, handing the leash to the large man. The man yanked Max towards him and Max nearly fell on to the man. He inspected Max like an object and then pulled down the boy's pants, looking at him there too. Max blushed deeply, despite how long he had been enduring this sort of thing.
The man shook his head, "I want something a little bigger, not this little one." Lexion grabbed Max by his hair and smacked him harshly for not selling well and then shoved him back into the small cage.
The first costumer came in and talked to Lexion, asking him if he could see Max. Lexion took him out and put a leash on the choke collar, handing the leash to the large man. The man yanked Max towards him and Max nearly fell on to the man. He inspected Max like an object and then pulled down the boy's pants, looking at him there too. Max blushed deeply, despite how long he had been enduring this sort of thing.
The man shook his head, "I want something a little bigger, not this little one." Lexion grabbed Max by his hair and smacked him harshly for not selling well and then shoved him back into the small cage.
Max:
Max looked at the handsome man with red hair that came in and bit his lip. He was used to the people who came in there and this guy did not look like the usual men that came in here. Lexion gave a nod to the man, assuming that he had a large sum of money by the way he carried himself and by the way he dressed.
Max looked at the handsome man with red hair that came in and bit his lip. He was used to the people who came in there and this guy did not look like the usual men that came in here. Lexion gave a nod to the man, assuming that he had a large sum of money by the way he carried himself and by the way he dressed.
Max:
Lexion chuckled and shook his head, "I'm selling this one at 800 even, cash." Max watched from the cage, but knew better than to look at anyone in the eyes, they hated that. He chewed his lip and tried to slow down his shivering in the cage.
(( I've got to go for a bit ))
Lexion chuckled and shook his head, "I'm selling this one at 800 even, cash." Max watched from the cage, but knew better than to look at anyone in the eyes, they hated that. He chewed his lip and tried to slow down his shivering in the cage.
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Max:
Lexion nodded, "Absolutely, let me just get him leashed." Lexion leashed the young boy and yanked him out of the cage, handing it to Adrian, "Now this one is real good, he is very obedient and takes a beating real well." Max looked directly at the ground, staring at his bare and sore feet. He was in a normal amount of pain for his own standards, but for most people's standards he was in excruciating pain.
Lexion nodded, "Absolutely, let me just get him leashed." Lexion leashed the young boy and yanked him out of the cage, handing it to Adrian, "Now this one is real good, he is very obedient and takes a beating real well." Max looked directly at the ground, staring at his bare and sore feet. He was in a normal amount of pain for his own standards, but for most people's standards he was in excruciating pain.
Max:
The man nodded and handed Adrian the keys to Max's cuffs. Max kept his head down and studied Adrian's shoes. He had learned to tell a lot about a person by their shoes from his life as someone who wasn't allowed to look his masters in the eyes.
The man nodded and handed Adrian the keys to Max's cuffs. Max kept his head down and studied Adrian's shoes. He had learned to tell a lot about a person by their shoes from his life as someone who wasn't allowed to look his masters in the eyes.
Max:
Max was suprised by Adrian's actions. He had never ridden in a chair before and had obviously never had a seat belt on. He moved his hands, both of them as they were cuffed together, to pull at the seat belt. He then looked at it, puzzled. He then dropped it, hoping his new master wouldn't mind that he had messed with it. Used to being restrained, the seatbelt didn't bother Max as much as it made him curious about it.
Max was suprised by Adrian's actions. He had never ridden in a chair before and had obviously never had a seat belt on. He moved his hands, both of them as they were cuffed together, to pull at the seat belt. He then looked at it, puzzled. He then dropped it, hoping his new master wouldn't mind that he had messed with it. Used to being restrained, the seatbelt didn't bother Max as much as it made him curious about it.
Max:
Max looked up slightly, not enough to make eye contact and his hair still covering his eyes, "My name is Max, sir." He was kind of surprised by this. He had, in the past, had a few masters that had asked him his name, but almost never as the first thing. Two of them asked before they sold him and the other because he kept a book with pictures of each boy he owned and needed a name next to them.
Max looked up slightly, not enough to make eye contact and his hair still covering his eyes, "My name is Max, sir." He was kind of surprised by this. He had, in the past, had a few masters that had asked him his name, but almost never as the first thing. Two of them asked before they sold him and the other because he kept a book with pictures of each boy he owned and needed a name next to them.
Max:
Caught off guard by how... what was the word? human this man was treating him. He was used to being treated more like livestock, but this man was telling him his name and asking him about himself. He tried not to lag in his answer, but felt like it was a trick and maybe he was testing Max. He stammered a bit as he spoke, "I'm ... Well, I'm fifteen, s- master Adrian." Certainly he had meant for him to call him master Adrian. He really hoped he wouldn't be made for messing up his name, but there was nothing he could do now.
Caught off guard by how... what was the word? human this man was treating him. He was used to being treated more like livestock, but this man was telling him his name and asking him about himself. He tried not to lag in his answer, but felt like it was a trick and maybe he was testing Max. He stammered a bit as he spoke, "I'm ... Well, I'm fifteen, s- master Adrian." Certainly he had meant for him to call him master Adrian. He really hoped he wouldn't be made for messing up his name, but there was nothing he could do now.
Max:
Max hoped he hadn't said anything to upset Adrian, but he couldn't tell. That made him nervous. Normally with his masters they would hit him when he did something wrong so he knew not to do it again, but Adrian might be one of those types that remembers everything you do wrong and then beats the wrong out of you when he reached a breaking point. Those were the hardest masters to please and Max shuddered just thinking about it.
Max hoped he hadn't said anything to upset Adrian, but he couldn't tell. That made him nervous. Normally with his masters they would hit him when he did something wrong so he knew not to do it again, but Adrian might be one of those types that remembers everything you do wrong and then beats the wrong out of you when he reached a breaking point. Those were the hardest masters to please and Max shuddered just thinking about it.
(( um, it does, but not like it is here and I believe it is mainly girls. That's a lot of what the "missing and exploited childrens" thing is ))
(( oh, and I added some spoilers and stuff ot his profile under skin and history ))
Max:
Max was shocked when the man took off his restraints as he had never had this happen before. He pulled down the thin selves over his wrists which were rubbed raw by the restraints as well as his ankles. What Adrian said shocked Max even more. He would be staying in a room? Max was usually kept in a basement or chained in a room on the floor with other slaves. He assumed Adrian meant something Max wasn't understanding and followed him, moving to his feet. He felt the world spin around him as he stood and grabbed onto the car to keep himself upright. He hadn't eaten in ages and was in genral weak.
(( One more post then I've got to go ))
Max was shocked when the man took off his restraints as he had never had this happen before. He pulled down the thin selves over his wrists which were rubbed raw by the restraints as well as his ankles. What Adrian said shocked Max even more. He would be staying in a room? Max was usually kept in a basement or chained in a room on the floor with other slaves. He assumed Adrian meant something Max wasn't understanding and followed him, moving to his feet. He felt the world spin around him as he stood and grabbed onto the car to keep himself upright. He hadn't eaten in ages and was in genral weak.
(( One more post then I've got to go ))
Max:
Supervised by the kindness, Max nodded. The way Adrian touched him was different. It wasn't to hurt him, though he was touching several bruises from Lexion and that hurt. It was a gentle touch and a kind one. Max didn't know what he asked by okay and didn't really want to complain about anything. He could barely walk on his own and he was covered from head to two in bruises and cuts and gashes from various times, but to Max that was getting by and getting by was all he could hope for. Max had flinched when Adrian had moved his arm, but he tried to conceal it as best he could.
This man was different. If he had ever been exposed to a nice or kind person in his life, Max would have instantly recognized this in Adrian. But, because of his upbringing, Adrian was an oddity to Max and it caused him to be very nervous and worried. With most guys he could tell what their intentions were, but he was very confused with Adrian.
(( oh, thank you :) and it's my favorite one and that's why I was so sad when the other person bailed on me ))
Supervised by the kindness, Max nodded. The way Adrian touched him was different. It wasn't to hurt him, though he was touching several bruises from Lexion and that hurt. It was a gentle touch and a kind one. Max didn't know what he asked by okay and didn't really want to complain about anything. He could barely walk on his own and he was covered from head to two in bruises and cuts and gashes from various times, but to Max that was getting by and getting by was all he could hope for. Max had flinched when Adrian had moved his arm, but he tried to conceal it as best he could.
This man was different. If he had ever been exposed to a nice or kind person in his life, Max would have instantly recognized this in Adrian. But, because of his upbringing, Adrian was an oddity to Max and it caused him to be very nervous and worried. With most guys he could tell what their intentions were, but he was very confused with Adrian.
(( oh, thank you :) and it's my favorite one and that's why I was so sad when the other person bailed on me ))
Max:
Max stood in the room for a while, unmoving. He wasn't sure what was going on and he felt like he was being tested. Why else would he put me in such a nice room? He knew that the bed certainly couldn't be for him and looked around the room for a bit, hoping he wouldn't be in trouble for nosing around. Max was largely conflicted. He had always followed the exact orders he was given by his masters, but he also had never been told to sleep or eat. In fact, the orders he was used to being given were usually opposite of these.
Deciding he had better follow the directions, Max carefully layed down on the bed. He couldn't remember ever sleeping in a bed and had much difficulty going to sleep in it as he felt like he was going to be punished for it. After an hour or so, Max stood and made the bed crisply. The perfection in his bed making was ridiculous and military standards. He then layed down on the ground, curling into a small ball with his back towards the wall. He quickly fell asleep this way and began his dreaming. They were less dreams and more nightmares, but Max had learned to keep quiet in these nightmares, his face twisted in fear and crying silently.
(( Awe, well you are an awesome rper so yeah ))
Max stood in the room for a while, unmoving. He wasn't sure what was going on and he felt like he was being tested. Why else would he put me in such a nice room? He knew that the bed certainly couldn't be for him and looked around the room for a bit, hoping he wouldn't be in trouble for nosing around. Max was largely conflicted. He had always followed the exact orders he was given by his masters, but he also had never been told to sleep or eat. In fact, the orders he was used to being given were usually opposite of these.
Deciding he had better follow the directions, Max carefully layed down on the bed. He couldn't remember ever sleeping in a bed and had much difficulty going to sleep in it as he felt like he was going to be punished for it. After an hour or so, Max stood and made the bed crisply. The perfection in his bed making was ridiculous and military standards. He then layed down on the ground, curling into a small ball with his back towards the wall. He quickly fell asleep this way and began his dreaming. They were less dreams and more nightmares, but Max had learned to keep quiet in these nightmares, his face twisted in fear and crying silently.
(( Awe, well you are an awesome rper so yeah ))
Max:
Max startled awake as Adrian left, in the past it was very beneficial to be a light sleeper like Max. It made it easier to prepare for the pain he would soon feel. In the moments after waking, Max was very confused, unsure of where he was and began to get anxious. He remembered he was at Adrian's house and calmed down a little.
He then listed silently as Adrian left and sat in the room for a little bit. Remembering what he was supposed to do, Max made his way to the kitchen, tripping once or twice on the way.
He stared at the food for a few moments, never having to really pick anything out for himself before. Reaching for some crackers, Max thought about what he was doing for a moment. He felt sick to his stomach, but he knew that was from not eating. Still, he felt wrong doing this. He shoved his feeling aside and ate a few of the crackers. As soon as they reached his stomach, though, Max rushed to the bathroom, spilling the contents into the toilet. His stomach was not accustom to the presence of food and he had eaten it too fast, like a dog at the pound. Still heaving over the toilet, Max rested his forehead against the seat, feeling like he had let down his master. And what a mess he had made; crumbs on the counter and now there would be the smell of his sick.
This feeling of guilt and the panic it caused to think of how mad Adrian would be when he returned home caused Max to cry softly, he felt so overwhelmed at the moment.
Max startled awake as Adrian left, in the past it was very beneficial to be a light sleeper like Max. It made it easier to prepare for the pain he would soon feel. In the moments after waking, Max was very confused, unsure of where he was and began to get anxious. He remembered he was at Adrian's house and calmed down a little.
He then listed silently as Adrian left and sat in the room for a little bit. Remembering what he was supposed to do, Max made his way to the kitchen, tripping once or twice on the way.
He stared at the food for a few moments, never having to really pick anything out for himself before. Reaching for some crackers, Max thought about what he was doing for a moment. He felt sick to his stomach, but he knew that was from not eating. Still, he felt wrong doing this. He shoved his feeling aside and ate a few of the crackers. As soon as they reached his stomach, though, Max rushed to the bathroom, spilling the contents into the toilet. His stomach was not accustom to the presence of food and he had eaten it too fast, like a dog at the pound. Still heaving over the toilet, Max rested his forehead against the seat, feeling like he had let down his master. And what a mess he had made; crumbs on the counter and now there would be the smell of his sick.
This feeling of guilt and the panic it caused to think of how mad Adrian would be when he returned home caused Max to cry softly, he felt so overwhelmed at the moment.
(( worst smell ever))
Max:
Max sat on the floor with his head against the seat and cried quietly, shaking a bit. He felt the urgency to clean up the mess he made and took off his shirt to use to clean up the toilet. This reveled a back covered in scars from whips and belts and knives and also a ton of fairly recent bruises. His ribs were very prominant. Max didn't mind having his shirt off because he would in panic about the mess.
He scrubbed at the toilet seat harshly, frantically. He felt his anxiety building as he thought of what might happen if he didn't get it clean. He needed to stay here, he didn't want to be sold to someone else like he had before. Max hated himself for messing such a good thing up as he felt his chest tighten, near a complete anxiety attack.
Max sat on the floor with his head against the seat and cried quietly, shaking a bit. He felt the urgency to clean up the mess he made and took off his shirt to use to clean up the toilet. This reveled a back covered in scars from whips and belts and knives and also a ton of fairly recent bruises. His ribs were very prominant. Max didn't mind having his shirt off because he would in panic about the mess.
He scrubbed at the toilet seat harshly, frantically. He felt his anxiety building as he thought of what might happen if he didn't get it clean. He needed to stay here, he didn't want to be sold to someone else like he had before. Max hated himself for messing such a good thing up as he felt his chest tighten, near a complete anxiety attack.
Max:
Max, shirtless, shaking and crying a bit heard the door open. He made a last ditch effort to clean the space, but it was naught because his anxiety had caused him to barely be able to breath. His panic attack only got worse when he thought about if he should tell his master now or let him find out. From this, Max was in the corner of the bathroom, door open, with his legs to his chest, hyperventilating and crying quietly.
Max, shirtless, shaking and crying a bit heard the door open. He made a last ditch effort to clean the space, but it was naught because his anxiety had caused him to barely be able to breath. His panic attack only got worse when he thought about if he should tell his master now or let him find out. From this, Max was in the corner of the bathroom, door open, with his legs to his chest, hyperventilating and crying quietly.
Max:
Max made a sound that was more like a whimper as he tried to speak. His anxiety had reach the point where he could barely say anything. He wanted to apologize for the mess and he wanted to cover his back, but he felt paralyzed in fear. If he had lived a normal life, Max would have known that what he needed was affection from someone, but he hadn't so he was at a loss for what to do.
Max made a sound that was more like a whimper as he tried to speak. His anxiety had reach the point where he could barely say anything. He wanted to apologize for the mess and he wanted to cover his back, but he felt paralyzed in fear. If he had lived a normal life, Max would have known that what he needed was affection from someone, but he hadn't so he was at a loss for what to do.
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Max:
Max was taken aback by this man's kindness and couldn't quite understand it. He was in a world of confusion as he slipped the large blazer on and stood, following Adrian. Everything in his past told him not to do it, but he did. His mind was screaming to tell him to stop where he was, but he followed Adrian anyways. He stood a few feet away from him, and with a shaky, timid, and largely unused voice, he said, "Master Adrian? I was just thinking if I could as you..." He looked down at the ground and bit his lip, "Can you please stay?" Max looked completely desperate at this point and was barely holding himself together.
Max was taken aback by this man's kindness and couldn't quite understand it. He was in a world of confusion as he slipped the large blazer on and stood, following Adrian. Everything in his past told him not to do it, but he did. His mind was screaming to tell him to stop where he was, but he followed Adrian anyways. He stood a few feet away from him, and with a shaky, timid, and largely unused voice, he said, "Master Adrian? I was just thinking if I could as you..." He looked down at the ground and bit his lip, "Can you please stay?" Max looked completely desperate at this point and was barely holding himself together.
Max:
Max felt bad for making Adrian uncomfortable, but had never considered calling him anything else. He bit his lip and nodded, sitting down by Adrian's feet. He wanted to be near him, but he wasn't quite sure how to say so or even what it was that he was feeling for Adrian. Max looked down at his chest and pulled the blazer more closed around his beaten chest, not wanting Adrian to think he was damaged.
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Max felt bad for making Adrian uncomfortable, but had never considered calling him anything else. He bit his lip and nodded, sitting down by Adrian's feet. He wanted to be near him, but he wasn't quite sure how to say so or even what it was that he was feeling for Adrian. Max looked down at his chest and pulled the blazer more closed around his beaten chest, not wanting Adrian to think he was damaged.
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Max:
Max, with his large eyes open almost completely, turned to face Adrian and nodded. He moved his head in small quick motions much like a young child would do. He hand played with a string on his pants.
Max, with his large eyes open almost completely, turned to face Adrian and nodded. He moved his head in small quick motions much like a young child would do. He hand played with a string on his pants.
Max:
Giving a confused look, Max bit his cheek. Did he want him to say no? or was it a yes that he wanted? Max found it hard to tell what Adrian wanted and he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He thought a moment on what the truth of the matter actually was. Everything intimidated Max, not specifically Adrian, though. In fact, Adrian was the person he was the least afraid of. "You are the kindest person I have ever met." His voice was surprisingly sweet sounding for a boy who rarely talked.
Giving a confused look, Max bit his cheek. Did he want him to say no? or was it a yes that he wanted? Max found it hard to tell what Adrian wanted and he opened his mouth to speak, but then closed it. He thought a moment on what the truth of the matter actually was. Everything intimidated Max, not specifically Adrian, though. In fact, Adrian was the person he was the least afraid of. "You are the kindest person I have ever met." His voice was surprisingly sweet sounding for a boy who rarely talked.
Max:
Max tilted his head slightly, having never considered it before. And then he uttered probably the longest combination of words he had ever spoken to Adrian, "I've never thought about it... I don't remember anything else, to be honest." He didn't. Nothing but this life had ever been shown to Max and he was starting to believe there was really nothing more out there.
Somehow, Max had kept in his mind that there was something else out there, but he had no idea what. Maybe this was what had kept him going. In theory, it was. The idea of this, of kindness and affection, had kept Max believing in... well life.
Max tilted his head slightly, having never considered it before. And then he uttered probably the longest combination of words he had ever spoken to Adrian, "I've never thought about it... I don't remember anything else, to be honest." He didn't. Nothing but this life had ever been shown to Max and he was starting to believe there was really nothing more out there.
Somehow, Max had kept in his mind that there was something else out there, but he had no idea what. Maybe this was what had kept him going. In theory, it was. The idea of this, of kindness and affection, had kept Max believing in... well life.
Max:
Max bit his lip and looked down in shame. He wasn't sure why he felt the most hurt over this, he barely even knew the woman who sold him long ago, but somehow it was worse. He could accept all the pain from the men who had owned him because they were bad people on principal of buying him in the first place and he expected nothing more of them. But for his mother to say he was worth nothing more than $100 in drugs. That hurt.
"Uhm, I don't really remember my mom too much. She sold me into this when I was five for drugs." He spoke with his head facing completely down, not wanting to, or feeling like he deserved, to look at Adrian. If his own mother didn't think he was worth the time of day, why would anyone else?
Max bit his lip and looked down in shame. He wasn't sure why he felt the most hurt over this, he barely even knew the woman who sold him long ago, but somehow it was worse. He could accept all the pain from the men who had owned him because they were bad people on principal of buying him in the first place and he expected nothing more of them. But for his mother to say he was worth nothing more than $100 in drugs. That hurt.
"Uhm, I don't really remember my mom too much. She sold me into this when I was five for drugs." He spoke with his head facing completely down, not wanting to, or feeling like he deserved, to look at Adrian. If his own mother didn't think he was worth the time of day, why would anyone else?
Max:
Max, having never been touched for the simple purpose of comfort, was deeply moved by Adrian's touch and gently rested his head on the man's hand, still worried Adrian wouldn't like it, but his mind slowly giving way to his heart.
Max, having never been touched for the simple purpose of comfort, was deeply moved by Adrian's touch and gently rested his head on the man's hand, still worried Adrian wouldn't like it, but his mind slowly giving way to his heart.
Max:
Closing his eyes, Max took in a slow and paced breath, feeling relaxed for maybe the first time he could remember and then he turned his head to look at Adrian, "May I ask you something?"
Closing his eyes, Max took in a slow and paced breath, feeling relaxed for maybe the first time he could remember and then he turned his head to look at Adrian, "May I ask you something?"
Max:
He then turned to the man, "Why did you buy me? It's just I've been through this many times and I know the kind of person that walks into a place like that... And you are not like that."
He then turned to the man, "Why did you buy me? It's just I've been through this many times and I know the kind of person that walks into a place like that... And you are not like that."
Max:
Max had never been in a conversation with such senserity before, and he placed a hand over Adrian's, sad to see Adrian sad. He thought about what might make him happy. Max was very perceptive with the kind of people he grew up around, but with Adrian, he wasn't really sure. Adrian wanted to help, so maybe if Max told him how he could help it would make Adrian happy again. He bit his lip and looked at Adrian, " If you want to help, I have a favor I would like to ask of you."
Max had never been in a conversation with such senserity before, and he placed a hand over Adrian's, sad to see Adrian sad. He thought about what might make him happy. Max was very perceptive with the kind of people he grew up around, but with Adrian, he wasn't really sure. Adrian wanted to help, so maybe if Max told him how he could help it would make Adrian happy again. He bit his lip and looked at Adrian, " If you want to help, I have a favor I would like to ask of you."
Max:
Max felt himself shying away from his own request as he feared that Adrian might think of him as damaged goods if he were to see. Max took in a shallow breath that counted as deep for him as he had broken his ribs a few weeks ago. He then lifted his head to look at Adrian, "I've got all these cuts and stuff on me and I think I'm supposed to do something to them, but no one ever taught me how."
Max felt himself shying away from his own request as he feared that Adrian might think of him as damaged goods if he were to see. Max took in a shallow breath that counted as deep for him as he had broken his ribs a few weeks ago. He then lifted his head to look at Adrian, "I've got all these cuts and stuff on me and I think I'm supposed to do something to them, but no one ever taught me how."
Max:
Max stood to take off the clothes that covered his injuries, having to strip down to his boxers to revel all of the wounds. These wounds were no top of many years of scars on a boy who looked like he hadn't eaten in a million years. Max shook a bit, feeling uneasy, thinking that if Adrian thinks he is damaged, he might just sell him off.
(( Check out the appearance under skin if you haven't seen the photos I put up to help describe his body))
Max stood to take off the clothes that covered his injuries, having to strip down to his boxers to revel all of the wounds. These wounds were no top of many years of scars on a boy who looked like he hadn't eaten in a million years. Max shook a bit, feeling uneasy, thinking that if Adrian thinks he is damaged, he might just sell him off.
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Max:
Letting out a soft whimper, Max grimaced at the touch on his festering sores. He tried not to show his pain as he clutched the edge of the chair tightly.
Letting out a soft whimper, Max grimaced at the touch on his festering sores. He tried not to show his pain as he clutched the edge of the chair tightly.
Max:
Max held his breath as Adrian began with the rubbing alcohol and bit into his hand to keep from making sounds. It didn't work too well as several whimpers escaped Max's lips.
Max held his breath as Adrian began with the rubbing alcohol and bit into his hand to keep from making sounds. It didn't work too well as several whimpers escaped Max's lips.
Max:
Max clutched the chair tighter as he felt a few tears come out. Adrian's comfort was very nice, and Max wanted more of it. Although it was not possible in the current circumstances until the cleaning of his cuts were done, Max desperately wanted some comfort.
Max clutched the chair tighter as he felt a few tears come out. Adrian's comfort was very nice, and Max wanted more of it. Although it was not possible in the current circumstances until the cleaning of his cuts were done, Max desperately wanted some comfort.
Max:
With tears slowly falling down Max's face, he turned, sniffling and shook his head slightly.
With tears slowly falling down Max's face, he turned, sniffling and shook his head slightly.
Age:
15
Looks:
When he had brown hair:
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Height:
5'2"
Physique:
Max is skinny, but toned. His body really depends on the master he has had. Normally he is malnourished and his ribs are very obvious, but no matter what, he maintains a toned body.
Skin:
Max has soft, pale skin with no acne of any sorts. He does have many scars that show up very easily on his skin. Most of them are located on his back and chest, but he also has some on his upper thighs. His ankles and wrists are usually rubbed raw from constraints, but they have scars as well. (view spoiler)[
Face:
Max has stunning silver/blue eyes that are piercing like a curious child's, while still showing a depth to tell that he has seen too much for his age. Max has some freckles across his nose, but they are very faint. He has a small, cute button nose that he can twitch if he wants. His lips are soft and full and he has a piece of his ear that has been torn off, so he has some missing ear there. His face only has one scar and the is down his jaw bone and slightly onto his neck.
Tattoos and Piercings:
Max has spider bites on his lips and a septum that he sometimes wears. He has a baby dumbo tattooed on his right inner wrist and then on the other one it says, "Maybe someday I will fly too."
Clothing Style:
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Personality:
Most of the traders view Max as a great slave. He is submissive and obedient to his masters. Not a single one of them had ever complained that he had been unruly or wild with them. His predisposition to be kind and gentle no matter what has happened in his past allows for him to be great to have with multiple slaves and even if he did try to fight back, Max's small frame and less than perfect health would mean he wouldn't be able to put up much of a fight.
Max is very sweet and caring. He generally only thinks of others and forgets about himself. Despite his situation, Max has a soft heart and dreams one day of falling in love and being swooned. He knows it probably will never happen, but a boy can dream. Max's self hatred is extreme. He feels guilty about everything and thinks of himself in the worst light possible.
Max is very anxious all the time. Years and years of abuse and hatred towards him have shaped him to not comprehend human decency and he is even suspicious of that. He is easily scared and shys away from everything.
History:
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Max's birth was a mark of shame on his family. Max's grandparents were one of the most prominent social figures of the time. They owned almost all of the small town that his grandpa governed. When Max's mother got knocked up at 15 by a 23 year old man, she was cast away from the family. Her parents thinking she was shameful.
Max's mother got heavily into drugs and would, more often than not spend the money for his food, her food, clothes or even shelter just to get her fix. Soon a mad offered her a solution to this and she sold Max to the man for about 100 dollars worth of drugs. This is how Max met his first master at the age of 5. Max had many masters after that, each one with their own rules and personalities. Abuse was never a question. Abuse was a given for each home, but Max felt incredibly lucky when his master was more predictable with the abuse.
Medical:
General:
Max in malnourished and neglected in general, causing him to be weak and get sick more often. He has had many broken bones that were never set, so those cause him some discomfort.
Psychological:
-Severe PTSD; causing him to relive traumatic events when triggered, general anxiety, guilt, easily startled. This can be triggered by many things
-Night Terrors; partially fueled by the PTSD, he has awful nightmare and when he wakes up in the morning, he is terrified, sometimes crying.
-Depression; Max has had suicidal thoughts in the past and they are not that uncommon now. Lots of feelings of worthlessness, guilt, restlessness. It also causes him to be tired a lot of the time.
Food Allergies:
Max is severely allergic to nuts of any kind. This causes him to stop breathing if he comes into contact with them, direct or indirect.
Current Master:
Max's current master is Lexion. Lexion is a cold and harsh man who only thinks of himself. The beatings and neglect were particularly bad in this home and Max has reached points of near deaths under Lexions control. Lexion is selling him because he gets bored easily and he had kept Max in a cage in the basement for over three years and he wants a fresh boy.
Relationships:
Mom:
She sold him for drugs, and he barely remembers her.
Dad:
Never met him.
Jack Fuller:
One of Max's old masters who had him for three years and was incredibly abusive to him. Someone stole Max from him and Jack assumed it was a plot that Max had made with him. He obsessively tracks down Max and if he ever found him, there is no telling what he would do.
Talents:
Max didn't have the same opportunities other kids had, but when he got to play music the first time, he had a natural gift. He plays piano, guitar and also sins really well.
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