<strong>Introducing the Countess herself:</strong><br/><br/>(http://i75.photobucket.com/albums/i300/Gnomez9/Anne.jpg)<br/><br/>Name: Lady Viola DeVois, The Countess of Luxor<br/>Age: 27<br/>Race: Human<br/>Height 5'6"<br/>Weight: 119 lbs.<br/><br/>With the death of her elderly husband 7 years ago, Viola has been able to live in the luxurious lifestyle of a well endowed widow woman. Because the Luxor line has no available heirs to come after her for the title, she has not remarried, relishing the freedom she possess.<br/><br/>The Countess is known for her beauty, and her cruelty. While at Court, she appears to be civil, witty, but there is always a darker and illusive aspect that goes unspoken. Many men have fallen victim to her seductive charms only to be tossed aside in a matter of days, or weeks. She is not known as a hostess, leaving<em>Larme Manor</em>, her estate, wrapped in mystery. There are rumors aplenty as to what goes on. Such as talk of slaves kept solely for her pleasure, young girls who enter her employment who are never seen again. If it weren't for the piety she exhibits in the public light, society might be more willing to confirm these suspicions.<br/><br/><strong>The Male Slave: Daniel</strong><br/><br/>Daniel<br/><br/>Standing just over six feet, Daniel's soft brown eyes are cast down, hiding the liquid warmth within as well as the rounded features of his face.  His expression is calm and resigned as he looks to the floor, light brown curls hanging loosely in front of his forehead.  His hands are clasped before him, long slender arms extending from his shoulders as they slouch forward noticeably, belying a sadness that the rest of him seems determined to cover.  Daniel's body is long and slim, and his legs are pressed tight together all the way down to his feet.<br/>----------------<br/>Daniel came from a large, wealthy family, one of several children.  His childhood was typical for those of his position; a bit of outdoor activity, as well as more cultured and refined pursuits such as music.  He particularly excelled on the piano, and still loves to play, although his opportunities to do so are limited at best.<br/><br/>He is a quiet individual, rarely speaking unless instructed to do so.  There is a shaky nervousness to his movements, just barely concealed beneath a veneer of calm submission, and out of self-consciousness he prefers to remain still as much as possible.<br/><br/><strong>And the female:</strong><br/><br/>ame: Christina Marlow<br/>Age: 19<br/>Background:  Christina grew up on a small poor farm in the countryside.  Bored with countrylife, she decided to leave the farmhouse and travel to the city to get work in the theater.  Dreaming of being a star, she set out.<br/>When she arrived in the city she got a job working as a waitress at an inn.  One night she was noticed by a group of slave traders who were drinking in the tavern.  That night they jumped her and now she finds herself in slavery to a noblewoman.<br/><br/><strong>The Beginning</strong><br/><br/>The Countess looked out of the window that showed the grounds below. She was currently in her solar room, gazing off at the horizon as the fiery orb of the sun descended. Dusk was approaching and the time for her evening rituals was at hand. But first, a more pressing engagement. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth, and she turned away from the window and exited the room.<br/><br/>A rustle of silk would preamble her arrival at the entrance hall. The wide steps that lead from the corridor down into the area were cast of red marble, centered at the back of the room. The floor it self was a checkered pattern of large red and tan marble colors, polished so heavily that it seemed that there was a thin layer of water covering it all. Her slippered feet brought her across the room and once in an equal distance from the door versus the stair, she stopped.<br/><br/>Dressed in all of her regal glory, she wore a gown of crimson silk. The bodice was tight with a low square neckline, pushing up her bosom so that it seemed the wrong movement would cause them to pop over the edge. The bell skirt flared out around her, slashed up the middle to reveal the underskirt of golden brocade. Her dark hair was left loose, kept back from her face by a jeweled circlet. Her cool, eyes the color of quicksilver narrowed slightly. An adjustment of her posture pulled her shoulders back, and the curve of her chin lifted. Then, the commanding alto reverberated off the walls as she commanded. "Bring them in."<br/><br/>A moment of silence then surrounded her, save for the pattering of feet as the servants went to bring about her request. Her newest acquisitions would be brought forth, ready to be inspected by their mistress for the first time.