<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2e/Poison_Ivy_2.jpg)</div><strong>Lara Thorn</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Sx_OlSmkz-ni9BpsnPHQD1C9U7vwSZKvm3FUYdC_YSA/edit)<br/><br/>Age: 16<br/>Race: Human<br/>Class: Sorceress (Verdant Bloodline)<br/>Orientation:  Bisexual, Submissive, and virginal.<br/>Height: 5'5"<br/>Short Bio: Cuckolding an orc never ends well.<br/>As a slave in the home of Thrandal Brax, Marta grew up knowing that she had been selected to be one of Thrandal's concubines upon coming of age.  Working as a young house slave, she was very afraid of her master, but quite in love with Boyd, a boy who helped care for Thrandal's worgs.<br/>Marta persuaded Boyd to flee with her on her sixteenth birthday.  They hid in the woods together for the better part of a year.  Hiding in a sacred grove where they believed they could not be found, Marta offered her purity to Boyd.  They cuddled together in passionate bliss 'til dawn.  In the first light of the new day, Marta placed her hand over her womb and whispered to Boyd, “You have given me a daughter.”<br/>They two loved and frolicked together for a full turning of the moon before Thrandal found them.  Marta then learned the price of her defiance.  She was forced to watch as Boyd was torn apart by the worgs he had tended.  She was ravished Thrandal's men for a week.<br/>Then Marta was given eight month's peace.  When her daughter was born with hair like roses in the rising sun, Thradal took the girl babe to one of his concubine's to nurse with the words, “You have been sold to a brothel.  My son has agreed to give your daughter the chance you rejected.  She will live a happy life as a treasured concubine.  You will spend the rest of your days in shame .<br/>Lara grew up never knowing her parents.  She was nursed by Thrandals' chief concubine, an elfkin girl named Amaranth, and somewhat considered Amaranth's daughter Shiva a sister when they were both very young.<br/>When Lara grew old enough to understand that she was a slave, it didn't bother her much.  After all, weren’t all humans slaves?  Amaranth was very much in love with her master and Shiva didn't grow cold and cruel when they came to realize their true relationship.  This was just the way things were.  “A flower doesn't rip up her roots and walk away,” Lara said once, “She blooms wherever you plant her.”<br/>As a house slave, Little Lara's youth was mostly devoted to chores, though she goet a bit of word of mouth education.  She loved working in the garden most and learned that, if she waited 'til the right time, and inquired with proper respect and deference, the men saw to it she got to do most of her work there.<br/>Lara occasionally watched the boy who would one day own her at a distance.  He was growing up strong, training hard to triumph on the battlefield and be a leader of men.  She thought it would be an honor to be his.  It wasn't 'til Lara was nine and her future master 15 that she fell in love with him.  Some other house slaves, a little older than she, came to tear up the garden.  Fearing for the plants, she tried to stop them, but two boys grabed her by the arms, and one punched her in the belly.<br/>The others moved to stomp on the flowers, when her master fell upon the boys in a fury, yelling out commands, striking them with his whip, and having them all sent to the stocks for a day.  “he didn’t' even know that I was his.  He was just angry to see me treated like that.  Maybe the flowers, too.”<br/>Two things changed in Lara's life that night.  First, she quietly devoted herself to being the best slave for him she could possibly be.<br/>Second, as she tended the flowers that had been stomped, she started hearing them.  Feeling their pain, their relief, their joy, and their love in her heart and soul.  It was they who taught her magic.