<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Abigail Holden</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Abigail "Abby" Holden<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong> 16<br/><br/><strong>Race:</strong> Human/Slayer<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong> Heterosexual<br/><br/><strong>Personality</strong>Abigail has a core of steel hidden under the veneer of fear-filled teenager. She is smart, imaginative, resourceful, clever, trustworthy, loyal to a very small few (and none of them the men from Homestead with the lone exception of her Father), and constantly seeking the Freedom that no woman in Homestead has had in years.<br/><br/><strong>Body Mods:</strong> She has an Oroborous tattooed at the small of her back, a constant reminder that the Wheel always turns. There is also a small image of an anarchy symbol under the cuff bracelet she always wears, evidence of her desire to break free of the constraints the men of Homestead have forced on all the women there.<br/><br/><strong>Back Story:</strong> <em>Abby has lived much of her life in fear. It would be a mistake to think that means she's a coward. Or weak. Knowing a life of sexual slavery awaits you on your seventeenth  birthday, who wouldn't be afraid of every passing day bringing you closer to that dreaded moment when armed soldiers will arrive at your door to escort you to your new gilded cage? <br/><br/>Yes, Abby has lived in fear...but fear can make you smart. It can make you swift. It can make you strong. As long as you master your fear, and do not let it master you. Fear can be a source of Power. Abby has used her fear to drive her. Every day since her tenth birthday...since she finally matured enough to understand what was waiting for her seven years down the pipeline...Abby has done everything she can to strengthen herself and her wits. She never learned to fight. No woman in homestead is taught to fight. But what she could learn, she did. She's handy with a wrench. If she builds it, they will come...and comment on how damn well built it is. And she has spent many hours in her father's library, going over his texts on strategy and tactics. <br/><br/>Her escape attempts...attempts that would have gotten any other Homestead girl who wasn't the General's daughter whipped out on the marching field...have all failed. But a few came closer to success than most would care to admit. In a last ditch plan, she has manipulated a few of the Fort's young men into trying to win enough bounty points to buy her out of the brothel before it's too late. Not that she considers the option of sexual slavery to one man singificantly better than sexual slavery to a thousand men. But one takes what one can get in life. <br/><br/>It doesn't seem to matter anyway though. She already knows the likelihood of any of them actually pulling it off is slim. Indeed she almost feels a bit guilty for putting them up to it in the first place, realizing after the fact that most of them will likely die trying to kill something valuable enough to save her. Then she remembers that most of them will likely be among the first to line up and have a poke at her as soon as she's conscripted to the brothel and feels a bit less sorry for them. <br/><br/>No. Abby realizes her only shot is to save herself. Somehow.<br/><br/>Still the day draws closer, and Abbey's nightmares intensify. Recently her nightmares have begun to change. They're more vivid. And in them, she sees herself doing things she can't do. She sees herself fighting better than any man she ever saw. She sees herself killing the demons with her bare hands, or swords, or stakes...the stakes seem to appear a lot. And when she wakes up in the morning, she can sort of remember all those moves...all those skills. At least a little. As if her dreams are teaching her how to fight. Making her arms stronger and her reflexes sharper. <br/><br/>Abby is still afraid. But that fear is only making her stronger with every passing day. Unto every Generation... </em><br/><br/>Abby has just discovered that a conclave has been called, to be head at Redemption and has begged her Father to take her with him before she turns 17 and is forced into the Brothel. Knowing he is faced with the choice of his daughter being a sex slave for every man in Homestead, or living among the "freaks" but as free as anyone can possibly be these days, he agrees. They both know that the end of the conclave will be the last time they are likely to see each other.<br/><br/><strong>Player Limits:</strong> Toilet play of any sort, permanent mutilation, bestiality (These are just absolute "NO"s for me, anything else can probably be negotiated if it actually has a purpose to further the storyline)</div></div>