Post by jmouse on Oct 6, 2006 23:00:28 GMT -5
Name: Kadin Misau
Age: 24
Persona Used: Kim Smith
Concept: Sotanos' Pomme De Sang
Species: WereJaguar
Level: Moderate lvl 1
Homid Height: 5'5
Homid Weight: 122 lbs
Eyes: Cerulean Blue
Hair: Dark Brown almost Black
Vehicle(s): H-2 Hummer, Red
Weapon(s): Her Charm, Smile, Bodyguards....Sotanos.
Marital Status: Single
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): None
Piercings: Tongue, Ears (top and bottom), Nipples, Navel and Clit.
History:
Parents are one of those crazy things, that most people think they need, some people dont want, and everyone has their own views, but for me, it was different. After that party, everything changed.
Joseph, I dont remember his last name, hell I dont think he gave it to me but I didnt need to know; he was gorgeous, funny, I was only fifteen, so sue me. The party was wild, sex in all of the rooms, booze flowing in each cup, and me as my lil innocent self, hanging out with the worst company, and I didnt even know it. Well, you see, Joey, got into a fight, a big one, well, it was only two people, but there were knives, and screams, and apparently, a gun. You know, I still have not gotten over the fact that I am always in the middle of trouble, always. Anyways, it happened to be about the fact that Joey knocked over Harrisons drink, by accident, Joey was down right drunk. I got right in the middle of it, figuring I could take it. A few slices later, I was on the ground, bleeding, and worst yet, some of it, wasnt mine. You see, Joey was a were leopard, in hiding, and because his blood mingled and tore into my deep gashes, the one in the stomach area was the worst, I caught the disease. Little did I know until the first full moon, damn that was a hard night. Joey tried to hook me up with some of the pard, but they didnt much like new comers, so we went out solo. I didnt see him again, after that full moon, I found out later, its illegal to infect a minor, even in an accidental case. I believe he is dead, not that I miss him, but after all, he didnt mean to.
The next few months were interesting, try explaining to your parents that you get fuzzy every full moon, and watch them freak. In any case, I left home, telling them that I was going to boarding school, ya, sure, if thats what makes them sleep better at night. While on the streets, I met up with a man, who seemed, nice, alright, he was down right charming. Had I known he was the master of the city, I would have understood why I was drawn to him like a magnet, which is where I was found for the next four years. Ever by his side, he taught me everything, from the arts, up until modern day shit that you dont learn at school, simple things, trivia, oh god, I have so much useless knowledge that I could write a book, and maybe one day I will.His name was Marian Biol, Master Vampire of Las Vegas, yep youve guessed it, thats where Im from. I became his pomme de sang, not too bad of a job if you think about it. I ran errands during the day for him, for obvious reasons, entertained and kept company for the Master. Well there was that other thing too, I fed him. Now dont cringe, its not that bad, in fact when the master cares for you, he will make it the more pleasurable thing you have ever felt in your entire life. Its not everyones cup of tea, as I found out later, you can get ridiculed and casted out, but thats for later in the story.
After four years of being with Marian, the best years of my life may I add, there was a massacre, of the whole court, all except for myself, and one guard, who happened to not be there that day. I had just been out running another errand, cursing to the fact that he should have done it himself, I hated delivering heads, anyways, I walk in, and see everyones bodies, ripped to shreds, bloody, holey, the works. I never let go of my camera in those days, so I snapped off a few, keeping only one to this day, to remind myself on how horrible life and unlife really is. Full of regret, as I couldnt save anyone, I fled to New Orleans. I had never been there, and had always loved the deep southern ideals, of living. The home cooked meals, the hospitality, well, thats what I thought I would find.True I found my new master there, and her master, but mostly, I just found more trouble. To make this part of my life shortened, Ill sum up. What I most found, was the people I never want to be like, the ideas that I am fighting to get away from, and a reason to go live, in Kansas City. Lets just put it this way, I am hated there, and im not allowed back, mostly due to my decision to not be in the pard, because I wanted to be with my new masters, Samantha Richfield, and Sotanos Theophilideos. As a submissive as they call me, Im apparently not supposed to have my own mind, or my own will do go my own way, so really, im not normal, but again, you can go check with my shocked parents who still wonder when Im coming home for the holidays as they havent seen me in, well, five years now.
Many years passed, and for time sake as Im sure by now your wondering, wow, this girls got some issues, though, no, not really, im as normal as you can be in the preternatural world, if there is such a thing. Over the next years of being with Sotanos, many things have changed, we have moved more times then I care to remember, all the while however, I have stayed by his side, through, well, everything. I still argue that pomme de sangs are the most cherished of beings, far better then the other servants, and hey I get to sleep in his bed, take that an shove it! Maybe some dont have it as good as I do, hell, I know most dont, Sotanos has been my life and will continue to be for as long as I'm needed. Deep down I know he knows I love him, though, I know better then to think that something will come of it, but for now, im writing a book of my travels in Europe, I teach a French course here in New York, and Im working on getting my doctorate, I know over achiever. Dancing is still the highlight of my life, the true escape, the mingle of beast and thought. She's well in control, though sometimes it just feels so good to rub against another, mingle and enjoy the perks in life. If you ever see me out on the dancefloor, feel free to join, less you come there looking for trouble, in that case, bring your own body bag, I hate messes.
UPDATE: Kadin resides with Sotanos now in the Neutral part of KC doing her best to still find herself, yet is still the cocky sweet kitten she once was.
Age: 24
Persona Used: Kim Smith
Concept: Sotanos' Pomme De Sang
Species: WereJaguar
Level: Moderate lvl 1
Homid Height: 5'5
Homid Weight: 122 lbs
Eyes: Cerulean Blue
Hair: Dark Brown almost Black
Vehicle(s): H-2 Hummer, Red
Weapon(s): Her Charm, Smile, Bodyguards....Sotanos.
Marital Status: Single
Mark(s) and Tattoo(s): None
Piercings: Tongue, Ears (top and bottom), Nipples, Navel and Clit.
History:
Parents are one of those crazy things, that most people think they need, some people dont want, and everyone has their own views, but for me, it was different. After that party, everything changed.
Joseph, I dont remember his last name, hell I dont think he gave it to me but I didnt need to know; he was gorgeous, funny, I was only fifteen, so sue me. The party was wild, sex in all of the rooms, booze flowing in each cup, and me as my lil innocent self, hanging out with the worst company, and I didnt even know it. Well, you see, Joey, got into a fight, a big one, well, it was only two people, but there were knives, and screams, and apparently, a gun. You know, I still have not gotten over the fact that I am always in the middle of trouble, always. Anyways, it happened to be about the fact that Joey knocked over Harrisons drink, by accident, Joey was down right drunk. I got right in the middle of it, figuring I could take it. A few slices later, I was on the ground, bleeding, and worst yet, some of it, wasnt mine. You see, Joey was a were leopard, in hiding, and because his blood mingled and tore into my deep gashes, the one in the stomach area was the worst, I caught the disease. Little did I know until the first full moon, damn that was a hard night. Joey tried to hook me up with some of the pard, but they didnt much like new comers, so we went out solo. I didnt see him again, after that full moon, I found out later, its illegal to infect a minor, even in an accidental case. I believe he is dead, not that I miss him, but after all, he didnt mean to.
The next few months were interesting, try explaining to your parents that you get fuzzy every full moon, and watch them freak. In any case, I left home, telling them that I was going to boarding school, ya, sure, if thats what makes them sleep better at night. While on the streets, I met up with a man, who seemed, nice, alright, he was down right charming. Had I known he was the master of the city, I would have understood why I was drawn to him like a magnet, which is where I was found for the next four years. Ever by his side, he taught me everything, from the arts, up until modern day shit that you dont learn at school, simple things, trivia, oh god, I have so much useless knowledge that I could write a book, and maybe one day I will.His name was Marian Biol, Master Vampire of Las Vegas, yep youve guessed it, thats where Im from. I became his pomme de sang, not too bad of a job if you think about it. I ran errands during the day for him, for obvious reasons, entertained and kept company for the Master. Well there was that other thing too, I fed him. Now dont cringe, its not that bad, in fact when the master cares for you, he will make it the more pleasurable thing you have ever felt in your entire life. Its not everyones cup of tea, as I found out later, you can get ridiculed and casted out, but thats for later in the story.
After four years of being with Marian, the best years of my life may I add, there was a massacre, of the whole court, all except for myself, and one guard, who happened to not be there that day. I had just been out running another errand, cursing to the fact that he should have done it himself, I hated delivering heads, anyways, I walk in, and see everyones bodies, ripped to shreds, bloody, holey, the works. I never let go of my camera in those days, so I snapped off a few, keeping only one to this day, to remind myself on how horrible life and unlife really is. Full of regret, as I couldnt save anyone, I fled to New Orleans. I had never been there, and had always loved the deep southern ideals, of living. The home cooked meals, the hospitality, well, thats what I thought I would find.True I found my new master there, and her master, but mostly, I just found more trouble. To make this part of my life shortened, Ill sum up. What I most found, was the people I never want to be like, the ideas that I am fighting to get away from, and a reason to go live, in Kansas City. Lets just put it this way, I am hated there, and im not allowed back, mostly due to my decision to not be in the pard, because I wanted to be with my new masters, Samantha Richfield, and Sotanos Theophilideos. As a submissive as they call me, Im apparently not supposed to have my own mind, or my own will do go my own way, so really, im not normal, but again, you can go check with my shocked parents who still wonder when Im coming home for the holidays as they havent seen me in, well, five years now.
Many years passed, and for time sake as Im sure by now your wondering, wow, this girls got some issues, though, no, not really, im as normal as you can be in the preternatural world, if there is such a thing. Over the next years of being with Sotanos, many things have changed, we have moved more times then I care to remember, all the while however, I have stayed by his side, through, well, everything. I still argue that pomme de sangs are the most cherished of beings, far better then the other servants, and hey I get to sleep in his bed, take that an shove it! Maybe some dont have it as good as I do, hell, I know most dont, Sotanos has been my life and will continue to be for as long as I'm needed. Deep down I know he knows I love him, though, I know better then to think that something will come of it, but for now, im writing a book of my travels in Europe, I teach a French course here in New York, and Im working on getting my doctorate, I know over achiever. Dancing is still the highlight of my life, the true escape, the mingle of beast and thought. She's well in control, though sometimes it just feels so good to rub against another, mingle and enjoy the perks in life. If you ever see me out on the dancefloor, feel free to join, less you come there looking for trouble, in that case, bring your own body bag, I hate messes.
UPDATE: Kadin resides with Sotanos now in the Neutral part of KC doing her best to still find herself, yet is still the cocky sweet kitten she once was.