Indelible (For Caspen)

EdithSpeaks

EdithSpeaks

Five Thousand Club
To have lost so much, I had stopped considering any sort of companionship whatsoever. It is as if I were cursed and fated to be alone for all of my life. Under this notion I had tried, for years, to live alone and not endanger anyone else. But I am weak. I fear being left and I fear hurting others, but I cannot help myself. It is callous, truly, to decide on a slave because a slave cannot leave, but perhaps I am simply desperate, or still despairing. I will only have to do my best to keep them safe and happy. And perhaps then I will be able to stop this crushing despair.


Name: Fenris Miket


Age: 23


Gender: Male


Species: Elf


Personality: Fenris is kind, but troubled. He’s lost most of the people he held dear, so he hasn’t formed very many new attachments. He enjoys taking care of others, though, and so isn’t too strict of a slaveholder.


History: He was in his late teens, around seventeen, when the woman he loved was killed in an accident that damaged and rendered his left eye mostly useless. Not a year later, his father grew ill and died, and since his mother had abandoned his family when he was a child he was left alone. He’d lost those closest to him, so he withdrew from anyone else he knew and wouldn’t let them in. He’s an inherently social being, though, and has been lonely for too long. A slave can’t really leave him, so he’s decided to get one to keep him company.


Looks:


((On iPad still so ill have to get his pic to you later. Suffice to say he has brown-ish red hair and an eyepatch on his left eye, and is reasonably tall))


Other: He doesn’t much care for looks or gender, he only wants a companion to keep him company. A personality that isn’t abrasive or too aggrivating is preferred, but a little defiance isn’t a deal breaker, so he'll pick just about anyone.
 

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Trevor Chantren

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Age:

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17

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Gender:

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Male

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Sexuality:

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homosexual

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Personality:

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Trevor is almost painfully shy when you first meet him, but once you get to know him a bit more, he is very loving and sweet. He aims to please and hates letting people down. He takes everything that goes wrong as his fault and is just a very guilty person even when he has done no wrong.

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History:

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Trevor had never thought of his life as different, because he knew nothing else. His mother was only 15 when she conceived him and she was also an addict. She didn't abort him because her father was a pastor and would not allow it. She eventually did have him, but she had been kicked from her home because of the drug use and pregnancy. She had no idea how to take care of him or any money to do it with and she was still addicted. When she was in really bad withdraw, she sold Trevor to her drug dealer for a fix. At the time he was about 4 and was used to sleeping on park benches and watching his mother sell herself.

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The man that took him used him for a while, in some videos and passed him around to some of his friends, but he soon outgrew this man's preferences. He was bought and sold many times before now, and he doesn't really mind the life but he is damaged from it. Often times he cries in his sleep, and he also get very scared for no apparent reason.

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Looks:

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(( I'm better at a modern one, but I can do either, just know if we do medieval, I will get some details wrong ))
 
((Here he is! Only, you know, less blue and less harsh-looking xD ))


http://www.zerochan.net/830806 
((Okay. Medeival usually makes more sense for slave RPs, but we can do modern if you want)) 
((just so you know, I'm about to leave and probably won't be back for a few hours))


Fenris


I was ashamed of myself, initially, for doing something as strange and as horrid as buying a person. But when I saw them, I knew that I only wanted to save them. All of them. And yet, I could only save one, or perhaps two if I were careful. For the time being, I decided on only one, and that I would probably have to scrub my skin red tonight if I were to get rid of this feeling of filfth. Perhaps not even that would help.


"I'll take this one." I said, when the buyer let me choose, and was forced to pay before I could even touch him. They shoved him at me and I caught him carefully, wary of the frailness I felt in his frame. It felt like I would break him at the slightest touch. After that, I hurried us both away from that place and only stopped when we were outside, where the air was clear and I could take a few deep breaths. Slaving was not illegal here, but it wasn't something a rational person should like.


". . . Can you walk?" I asked gently when I regained myself, looking with concern and, yes, a bit of pity, at the small boy next to me. I offered my other arm. "I could carry you." I'd made a mistake walking here, I was sure.
 
Trevor:


I had never spent this long in a cage before. Sure, I had been purchased and sold a lot of times before, but never had I been driven so far to be sold or left in the cage for so long. I hadn't eaten in days, but that was usual for these sorts of things. I don't really know how to feel right now, with everyone looking. It used to bother me, people looking over me to see if I'm their type or I'm good enough, but I'm beyond that now. I really just want to be somewhere else but here, the market is one of my least favorite places; it's cold and smelly and filled with tons of people and crying kids and it's just a lot of things, and none of them are good.


I saw a man come up, a handsome one at that. He was talking to my seller about me before I got tossed to him. It hurt, but I tried not to show it, I was just glad he had caught me before I hit the ground. The man walked with a rush in his step and I couldn't tell if it was from fear of being here or fear of someone seeing him here. Regardless, I kept pace with the man until we reached the outside of the market. He offered to help me. I paused, slightly shocked, and unsure of what to say to him.


Kindness. It was something I hadn't seen in... Well I don't think I've ever seen it, but this is what it is, I think. I nodded, indicating I could walk, but I wasn't entirely sure for just how long. I felt odd without the shackles and chains I was used to and my hand went to feel where they were normally at. Sores covered the area, but it wasn't like I had anything to hide them from this man. I didn't want to let him down, but I didn't know what he wanted.


(( alright... well here is my post... hopefully I didn't mess too many things up, I'm new at first person ))
 
((If you're more comfortable with third, I don't mind :) Whatever you want to do))


Fenris


I gave him a concerned look, but nodded in turn. "A-All right. If you're sure." I took his arm, gently but ready to support him if needed, and we started to walk. "If it's too long, I can call for a car, or if you're not feeling up to it I can carry you. I don't mind. Really." He had to think I was an ogre of a man, buying a person this way, and one years my junior, at that.


"I'll let you get cleaned up when we get home," I said, if only to fill the silence. "And you can eat and rest a while before we think of looking for clothes for you." I smiled faintly. "You can just borrow some of mine until then." My clothes would probably hang off of him, thin as he was, but it would do for now.
 
Trevor:


Walking with the man he had just recently been acquainted to, Trevor tried to stay with him. He could hear the man clearly and was thinking quiet coherently, but his vision kept fading and he could feel himself becoming more and more unstable. The man continued to talk about what they would do when they reached his place and Trevor let a little bit of a smile show, if only for a little bit. "Thank you sir..." He wasn't sure what else to say, for he had never been shown this kindness before and was not really sure of what it meant. Maybe he was messing with his head or something, Trevor wasn't certain what was going on.


Trevor racked his brain for what the meaning of these events were, but came up empty handed with only a headache to show for it. To be fair, he had the headache before but had just worsened it by trying to figure out what was going on. He knew he couldn't make it much longer walking, but he didn't want to let his new master down so quickly, especially when he still didn't know his intentions for him. A few more feet passed before the tunnel vision turned into no vision what so ever. Trevor felt his legs give in as he did and then, nothingness.
 
Fenris


I tried to fill the silence, speaking as I did, and I knew almost more because of that than anything that I had gone too long without human companionship of any kind. I was stupid and callous - I didn't even notice when he started to sway. I was glad, at least, that I realized when he started to fall and was able to turn in time to catch him before more than his knees touched the ground, and picked him carefully up after I was sure he was fine.


I walked the rest of the way home like that, carrying him and ignoring the looks it got me, and once inside I did my best to make him comfortable. My home wasn't extremely large, but it was sizable enough and so had two floors, with primarily just bed- and bathrooms on the second. There was a guest room across from my own bedroom that I'd gotten ready, and so I took the boy there and laid him down on the bed. He was malnourished, surely, after being in that place, so I did my best to very carefully get some water into him while he was unconscious, and to have a pot of soup kept warm for when he woke. I should have paid better attention.
 
Trevor:


He woke to the smell of soup and felt the blanket under him. It was a bed, not that he was normally permitted to sleep on one. Looking around the room, he didn't see his master anywhere. He propped himself up on the bed and let out a cough, cringing as he did. He was shivering slightly, not that it was abnormally cold, just that Trevor didn't have the insulation that most people did, seeing as he hadn't eaten in so long. He sat on the edge of the bed and brought his hand to his head, feeling the migraine again.


(( sorry for the short post... Frowny ))
 
Fenris


I checked on the soup, once or twice, while I waited, and was on my way back up the stairs when I heard the first stirrings from the guest room. I peaked inside, curious and hopeful, but frowned a bit at the look on his face. "You're awake!" I hurried back to him and put an arm behind his shoulders, helped him sit up with pillows against the headboard. "Are you all right?" I shook my head a bit. "Apologies; that was a stupid question."


I shifted back and forth before finally deciding and just standing. "Wait here, all right? I'll bring something warm for you to eat, and we'll see if you feel better afterwards, okay?" I hurried back out after that and down the stairs to the kitchen, where I filled a bowl of soup and put it and some toast on a tray to take up to him, as well as some more water. I was happy he was still sitting up when I went back up, and set the tray over his lap. "Do you feel up to eating on your own?" I would help him if needed, but I knew some people preferred to do it alone. Dignity and such.


((That's okay :) ))
 
Trevor:


To be honest, Trevor was surprised when he felt himself being happy to see the man. His touch was softer than Trevor was used to, and he didn't know how to feel about it. When he left to get something, Trevor watched carefully. Once he had left the room, Trevor inspected the room carefully. He noted everything in the room and exactly where it was at. He wasn't sure why he did that, it was just something he did. Every new place he went he would try to memorize his surroundings. Maybe it was to have memories to fill his brain other than the bad ones, which seemed to be all he had.


His master came in with hot soup and gave it to him to eat. Trevor looked up at him and gave a small smile, "Thank you sir... I can do it without any trouble." He put the spoon in the soup and brought it up to his lips, sipping on the first thing he had eaten in days. The feeling was unreal, finally getting food. He ate his food with care, not wanting to seem stingy to his new master. After a few spoonfuls of the soup, Trevor looked up at his master once more. He spoke quietly, almost in a whisper, "I'm Trevor..."
 
Fenris


I paused, surprised, and just blinked at him, then found myself fighting back a blush. "O-Oh, manners. Manners. I'm sorry. You don't have to call me sir - my name is Fenris. I should have told you that from the start but," I shook my head. "To be honest I was very uncomfortable being . . . in that place, and I wanted nothing more than to be out of it." Preferrably with every slave in there freed, but not even my inheritance would cover that.


I ran a hand through my hair, looking sheepishly at my knees. "I-I apologize for not seeing sooner how exhausted you were. I knew I should've driven, but I rarely do." When I left the house, I walked. It was just something I'd grown accustomed to. Usually, I could take most of what I ate from my own gardens, so it wasn't too often I actually had to leave. "I do hope you're all right. If there's anything else I can do, please don't be afraid to tell me." I would have to take stock of any injuries or infirmities before we eventually went out to get personal affects for him.
 
Trevor:


He felt odd with the man telling him to call him Fenris. He was worried about it, but would do whatever he needed to please his master. "You have never bought before? I'm not too fond of the place either...It's really loud and smelly..." He stopped talking and took another sip of the soup, feeling as if he had spoken too much. Maybe if was from the lack of being able to hold a conversation with anyone as long as he could remember, or maybe he had feelings for Fenris. It wasn't even really a maybe, Trevor was certain he had feelings for Fenris, he just hoped they wouldn't come back to bite him later on. The total of things that were wrong with Trevor at the time was quite large; a broken wrist, several broken ribs, a lot of nasty bruises and a couple open wounds, added on top of the damage caused from his usual living conditions. He knew most of this, but was used to it, and wouldn't want to push his luck with Fenris even if he did.
 
Fenris


I winced a little, not wanting to think about that place and what he might have been through but having to anyway. "N-No. . ." I managed, quietly. "No, I've never . . . bought before." I didn't like that word, even now. It made shame curl tight in my belly. I shook my head to try and clear it. "When you're done eating, I'd like to look and see if you're hurt anywhere." My suspicions were yes, in various places, but I wanted to be sure. "Is that all right?" As selfish as I was, for going so low as to buy a companion, I still wanted to make sure he was healthy. And if he wasn't - which I suspected - I wanted to get him there.
 
Trevor:


He was nearing the end of the soup and almost done with the water when Fenris asked about looking over him. It shook him slightly, to be asked permission like that, but also permission for Fenris to help him. He was frozen as the man asked, not scared, but unsure. It wasn't that he did not appreciate these kind gestures, he certainly did, it was that he was not aware of how to react to them or even how to feel about them. He forced himself to finish the soup, nodding, but felt a tightness in his stomach growing. Having his clothes off was not something new to Trevor, it was just a part of life for him, but this was different. This man was going to be looking at the damage on his body, and it make Trevor uneasy. He did not want to go back to the market and was worried that Fenris might find too much damage and be unhappy with his purchase. He wore only a thin t-shirt his previous master had given him and an old pair of shorts.


(( sorry, I got to call it a night ))
 
((Yeah, me too pretty soon. It's cool we'll both be logging off at the same time, then. Night ^_^ ))


Fenris-


I waited, as patiently as I could, before finally looking at him. He was still as stone. ". . . Trevor?" I asked, softly and worriedly. "Are you all right?" I reached a hand out to rest gently over one of his, wanting to reassure him, but the way he flinched made me quickly draw my hand back, and then stand in horror when I'd looked closer. "Y-you're wrist!" It was, not obviously but upon further inspection, at the very least sprained, if not broken. He shouldn't have been holding it that way otherwise.


"Oh, why didn't you tell me?" I held up a hand to stop him. "No, no, it's not your falt, I didn't ask. A-Are you done eating?" There were only a few sips and a few bites left and perhaps he could do without for now. "We have to get you to a hospital, right away!" If he was hiding the wrist, who knew what other damage beyond the bruises was there that I hadn't noticed - Oh, I was such an un observant clod! I should have known better!
 
Trevor:


When Fenris said his name, Trevor didn't even hear him, he was still frozen. The pain of his wrist brought him back to reality as he flinched. He didn't move anything but his face, as he had trained himself, or had been trained to do. When the man mentioned it, Trevor pulled his wrist further towards himself to try and hide it. he knew he had already seen it, but it was instinct, or something.


He started to try and apologize when Fenris asked him why he hadn't said anything about it, but Fenris motioned for him to stop. Nodding, Trevor bit his lip, "Yes, I'm done." A hospital was brought up, and Trevor looked up at Fenris, petrified. He had only ever been brought to a hospital once and he had gone into a coma then, for several months. He had been scared of the place ever since then and even though he should have been taken there many times, he rarely was.


(( yeah, it was like 2 am and I was like... I should probably go to sleep ))
 
Fenris


"Okay," I said quickly, nodding a little to myself and taking the tray away, setting it nearby. "I'm just going to carry you to the car, all right? Is that okay? I won't hurt you?" He looked terrified, and I hated it, but I wanted him to get attention from a doctor. "You'll be okay," I said, trying to be reassuring, as I lifted him very carefully off the bed. "I know a good doctor and she'll help you, and I'll be nearby the whole time, I promise." She'd been the one to care for my father, even though there hadn't been a cure for him, and I knew she would treat Trevor well.
 
Trevor:


Nodding his head slightly, Trevor tried to stay calm, the man was trying to help. Talk of the doctor made him a little more at ease, but the only thing that made him feel any better was Fenris telling him that he would be near by. He wasn't sure why, and would have to think about it further when he wasn't in the middle of something. Fenris was gentle with Trevor as he took him to the car, and of course things hurt, they always hurt, but being carried hurt far less than walking would have. When he got to the car, Trevor tried to sit still in his seat, but the insistent cough made it hard to do so. His working hand was clenched in a fist, trying to control his cough and his breathing.
 
Fenris


I winced every time he coughed, couldn't help but imagine what could be causing him such pain simply by doing that. His ribs, I assumed, and I really didn't want to start prodding at him to find out what was wrong. I apologized, every time we made a stop a little bit too harshly, and felt horrible even though there was nothing I could do to help him right then. When we got to the hospital, I parked as close as I could and carried him inside to the emergency room, sitting him down and moving just a few steps away to make someone call for the doctor I wanted. I knew she was in. She was always in.
 
Trevor:


The ride was difficult, but not as terrible as it could be. He hurt with each bump, but he didn't mind it all too much. He was used to a high amount of pain anyways. The man carried him in and sat him down in the Emergency Room, asking for a doctor by her name. He wondered how Fenris had met the doctor, but only to himself. He was nervous about being here. There were so many people, so many noises. He tried to slow down his breathing and keep from panicking, but it wasn't working so great. It hadn't always been this way, his mother had made he wait at night clubs and stripping clubs for her while she did things in the past and he had no problem waiting around for her. But now, something about large amounts of people and noises and even just a lot of smell would make him panic. He knew it was illogical, and always tried to keep it from happening. Be if from a lack of social interaction on a regular basis, or fear from his past and the feeling of waiting on his mother and somewhat knowing what she was doing, it happened nearly every time. His breathing was already messed up from his injuries, but now it came in shallow gulps and his mind began to race.
 
Fenris


As soon as a reply came back to me, I went back to Trevor and kneeled next to him, putting a hand on his knee because it seemed the only safe place. "Don't worry." I said gently, not liking the way he'd gone even paler than before, the way he wasn't breathing quite right. "It's all right, Trevor. I'm here. You're all right. . . Come on, let's get you in to the doctor." I'd promised to pay her a little extra, just for the expedience and the trouble, so we could go immediately.


I carried him carefully once again, taking him out of the emergency room and into the hospital itself, where an exam room was waiting for us. The doctor was already in, so I just set him up on the padded exam table and kept an arm behind his shoulders when I looked at her. ". . . Dr. Lars." I said, nodding a little. "Thank you for seeing us so quickly."


She nodded, and thankfully didn't say anything about the previous circumstances of my being here, or why I'd never come back. I wasn't really very fond of hospitals either. "We'll start with x-rays." She said, getting one of the hospital gowns and handing it to me. "I'll meet you there when you're ready."


She walked out after that, to get everything ready, and I looked at Trevor again, giving a gentle but reassuring squeeze to one of his shoulders. "Don't worry. She'll take good care of you.
 
Trevor:


Comforted by Fenris's words, Trevor relaxed a little bit, able to breath easier than earlier, but still struggling. He was taken to the exam room and onto the table. Being away from the large group of people made it even easier to breath and a bit more comfortable for the moment. He was handed the hospital gown and Fenris tried to assure him that it was alright. He was worried still, and unsure of what he was supposed to do now. He looked down at the gown and then back at Fenris, a confused look on his face, "Should I change now or later?" He bit his lip and messed with the gown a bit, trying to figure out exactly how it worked.
 
Fenris


I nodded a little. "Now is fine. I'll carry you again when you're dressed." I paused, though, when I realized how he was looking at it, and reached out a hand for the gown. "Do you need help?" It looked like he'd never seen one before, and that thought sort of made me sick to my stomach. Had this boy never been to a doctor's office before? I shook my head. "The opening goes in back, and your arms just go through the sleeves. I'll tie it for you, so you don't have to worry about it hanging open."
 
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