<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: papyrus;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Kajira</span></span><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8d/Atiya_2.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Full Appearance</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/e/e6/Atiya_1.jpg)<div class="spoiler_container" style="display: block;"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" style="display: block;">Tied</div><div class="spoiler_body">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/Atiya_3.jpg)</div></div></div></div></div><strong>Player:</strong>Story Tale<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Atiya<br/><strong>Age:</strong>23<br/><strong>Owner:</strong>Owned by a local tavern.<br/><strong>Slave Type:</strong>White Silk<br/><strong>Sexual Orientation:</strong>Bisexual<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong><br/>-Height: 5'5-    -Hair: Blonde-    -Eyes: Blue-    -Build: Slender-<br/>Atiya has medium length, sandy blond hair. Her eyes are large and dark blue and her skin is tanned from working in the sun either from cleaning around the tavern or running errands for her Master. She is of average height and slender build with full breasts and well muscled ass and thighs. When seen about the streets of Gor she is clothed in white silk and wears the collar of her tavern Master as well as an iron belt around her pelvis to protect her white silk status. Lash marks and bruises mar her otherwise flawless skin given to her from one free or another for one petty infraction or another.<br/><br/><strong>Personality:</strong><br/>-Quiet, creative, calm, withdrawn, shy, distrustful-<br/>Atiya is deceptively quiet - deceptive because she really doesn’t have much choice. She knows hardly any gorean, only a few basic commands and replies. Her head is bursting with unsaid thoughts and ideas though and, since it is rare that she has anyone to speak to that understands her, she tends to resort to daydreaming. She often will, on the way back from an errand, follow a Free a couple of paces behind just to see where they go and what they do. She is insatiably curious and is rapidly learning the ways of Gor, though she still pretends to know as little as possible since she is fearful of having to step into the role of a red silk.<br/><br/>She has become accustomed to hard work as she is often left with the brunt of the cleaning and chores around the tavern. These chores fall on her shoulders since, as a white silk, she is unable to serve the men's most basic needs. In essence her life consists of waking up, tending to whatever chore list her Master gives her and taking as much time doing those as she can so that she doesn't have to be around the other slaves or the Gorean men. She has learned very quickly that most slaves on Gor are not her friends, they would rather push her under the bosk wagon than suffer the punishment of the Free.<br/><br/>Because of all the afore mentioned reasons and due to the fact that her current Master doesn't have the time or patience to fully train a white silk to be anything other than an errand girl she is has so far been able to get away with being a somewhat secluded, solitary white silk.<br/><br/><strong>How were you captured?:</strong><br/>She was captured with her sister on Earth (Urth?). After a long treck through Gor to the nearest slave auction she was placed on the block as a package deal, one red silk, one white, Atiya being the white silk. The tavern owner that purchased Atiya and her sister had far more use for the red silk than the white although he kept Atiya as a white silk in hopes to sell her for a profit later. He had grand plans of training her in the ways of dance and pleasure but alas, Atiya was neither graceful or full of a slaves desire. This wouldn’t have been a problem for a slave trainer but for a tavern owner it was more than he had time for. Often he would comment to any patron that would listen that he would sell this incompetent white silk for half what he payed but most men who attended his tavern weren’t looking to train a girl – they were looking for one already trained in the ways of pleasing.<br/><br/><br/>~He is Master<br/>I am slave<br/><br/>He commands<br/>and i obey<br/><br/>He is owner<br/>and i am owned<br/><br/>He is to be pleased<br/>and i am to please<br/><br/>Why is this?<br/><br/>Because He is Master<br/>and i am slave~<br/><br/><strong>-Atiya</strong><br/>