Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/7a4abf46-e030-4a5f-a758-cad6edabb990_zpsdfa157ec.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Name: Kikiri "Kiki" Novamoon (nice girly one)<only one who you noticably realize its a different personality as her eyes are blue)<br/>Junisa Novamoon (spastic adhd one)<br/>Faytia Novamoon (sadist cold one)<br/><br/>Appearance Age: around 16-21 in human appearance (depends on who you ask really XD)<br/>Actual Age: 226 (human)<br/><br/>Race: Moon Elf <close ally of the Drow live above ground><br/><br/>Personality:<br/>*girly (kiki)<br/>*hyper (junisa)<br/>*short attention span (junisa)<br/>*sadistic (faytia)<br/>*evil (faytia)<br/>*cold (faytia)<br/>*hot tempered<br/>*fiesty<br/>*short fused<br/>*happy go lucky (kiki)<br/>*sweet (kiki)<br/>*compassionate (kikI)<br/>*caring (kiki)<br/>*loving (kiki)<br/>*possessive (faytia & junisa)<br/>*controlling (faytia)<br/>*helpful (kiki)<br/>*curious (kiki)<br/>*studying (junisa)<br/>*quiet (junisa)<br/>*somewhat emo (junisa)<br/>*blunt (junisa)<br/>*random (junisa)<br/><br/>Extra Information:<br/>*her staff has given her different personalities or "her" different code names. the different personalities didn't care. it was close enough to "their" names. They were separate people yet one in the same.<br/>*don't let her sweet and innocent looks fool you...she isn't always that way.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>To say Faytia was not excited would be quite the lie. Her dear best friend had grown tired of fighting with her little love slave. It was quite amusing. She loved those with the fight in them yet none of them truly met her...requirements. Oh she played with them. The females too. She loved to hear the screams they made when they were being used. Or abused. Or tortured. She had broke many a slave but not a one had broke through her hardened over shell around her heart. Sometimes she wondered if that little girly sweet side of her caused her a weakness. Oh...the personalities were aware of themselves. They knew the others were there. They even at times had mental discussions. Of course...Kikiri was always ignored because she took the side of the slave.<br/><br/>She mused on all things about her friends tall disobedient slave. Pondering on the things she knew. She didn't know certain...aspects...and she was quite serious to see what ALL her friend had left out of the brief pictures and summaries. Ever since she saw him from afar at a party of her friends she had wanted him. Loyalty to her lifelong friend was all that kept her from smuggling him away. Or rather...having him smuggled away. A dark smile crossed her lips when her friend had given her that call. A call she had hoped so deeply would come. She didn't wish any ill intent to her best friend. The woman was her most loyal and loving of friends. She had, however, desired that defiant slave of hers. In a twisted sort of way she was infatuated. Intrigued by a slave who just would not break. Not in love persay but perhaps more in lust. She loved the challenge.<br/><br/>Junisa on the other hand, had wanted the guy merely because he was an anamoly. She loved the things that were unusual. Out of the ordinary. How much out of the ordinary could you get than a slave like their friend had had? Kikiri...well out of the three of them she was the most likely to be all huggy touchy feely on him. Become his friend until he pissed her off. Oh...but that is when the fun would start. She had a hair trigger temper and the minute she was pissed out the most dominate of the personalities...her...came out to.......play. Yes. Play. Oh and what interesting little games she would play. She smirked a bit as she fought the look of glee from crossing her expression. She had to play the distant bitch. When really she wanted to be the sadistic lover.<br/><br/>Dressing she put on a beautiful crimson dress. It flowed with her figure and v-neck just enough to give a delicate sampling of her beautiful breasts. Her long hair brushed out until it was silk. A pair of siletto heels, which Kikiri hated with a vibrant passion, adorned her feet but moments later. She attached her earring to the ends of her ear. Hiding them back beneath the strands of her hair. The earrings dangling from them and kissing the sides of her cheeks as they fell to grace the air with their delicate diamond glistenings. She applied a shade of crimson lipstick and a light powdering of eyeshadow. Her nails painted the same color as a lipstick. Going to her full length mirror she began a thorough inspection upon her appearance. She smirked with satisfaction.<br/><br/>Leaving the room she yelled out for her bodyguard Fredrick. "FREDRICK? FREDRICK GET YOUR REAR END DOWN HERE! IT IS TIME TO GO PICK UP MY PLAYTHING!" She yelled out in a voice that though beautiful was undertoned by a dark and sinister feel. She waited semi-patiently. "Finally." She said as he came downstairs. A grizzly old man (see image below) who had the most annoying habit of arguing with her and scolding her. He got away with it as he had raised her after her parents were murdered in cold blood. She walked quickly to the car and debated on driving deciding she wasn't in the mood she tossed him the keys. Sliding into the passenger seat. (see image at end)<br/><br/>The ride there took overly long in her opinion. The car stood out in a neighborhood such as the one where they were holding HIM. Her most prized obsession was finally within her grasp. A sense of territorial possessiveness, however small it was, budding with the very core and fibers of her soul. They had no sooner stopped then she emerged from the vehicle. She moved with a elegant grace that drew all eyes to her. She was a beauty and she knew this. She knew this well and had often used this to her advantage. At the moment however, there was not but one set of eyes that she wanted to roam her way. The eyes of that most willful of slaves...Frost.<br/><br/>She approached his cage. The man who went to advise against her sent a lethal glare. She walked to the man and touched his check. Stroking it almost sadistically. "If you know what is good for you my dear man...you will not say a word to me in protest. I am not...a patient woman." She said. Dragging her nails down his cheek so hard that tiny droplets of blood beaded his cheek before she drew back and slapped him. The hard slap was heard throughout the whole room. Echoing with the resounding noise the impact of her soft silky flesh upon his harder flesh made. With that out of the way she walked back over to the cage. Getting really close. She really wanted this one. She would have him. She would spend more than he was worth because to her they could not place a value upon his worth. She would not allow them to know this. No. She would give them not an inkling with which they could weed out an extraordinary amount from her.<br/><br/>"I will give you double what he is worth. Give him his temporary collar and don't worry about a chain. I already have one. Fredrick be a dear and retrieve the elven links." She never took her eyes off Frost. Looking him over from head to toe. Oh...she would spoil him but nowhere near to the level of her friend. She would not spoil him though until he learned at least a small amount of obedience. She wouldn't...except as Kikiri. Junisa it was a random thing for her to even care enough either way. Total spaz she was. A walking contradictory as an energetic, hyperactivity emo personality. She reached through the cell and stroked Frost's cheek. "I have been wanting you for a long time. Your mistress and I go a long way back my Frost. She was so soft on you." She pulled her hand back and smirked.<br/><br/>Taking the elven chain, enchanted to keep even the stronest of men from breaking it, and attached it to the collar she was given. Reaching through the cage and attached them both. Letting the chain fall until they opened the cage and snatched it up. Attached the bracelet at the end to her wrist. Looking to Fredrick as he gave the man the briefcase of money. She pulled with her wrist. "Come along Frost...it is time to go home." She said with a sadistic coo like sound. Jerking the chain to get him moving as she started to walk towards the back seat of the car. She hoped that she wouldn't have to start training him to listen where all could see but...to each their own. It was entirely up to Frost's own actions what would happen.<br/><br/>Car:<a class="postlink" href="http://i42.tinypic.com/dw5iir.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Fredrick:<a class="postlink" href="http://pubpages.unh.edu/~bjp64/project/house.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Her voice:<object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZXmGDw4njJo"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/ZXmGDw4njJo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>