One Flew Over the Kennel Farm ((Character Sheets))
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				Title: <strong>One Flew Over the Kennel Farm ((Character Sheets))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DomShark</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 04:01:45</strong>
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				(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_346/1229738533jy0E9m.jpg)<br><br><strong>Name:</strong> Seth Peterson<br><strong>Age:</strong> 31<br><strong>Height:</strong> 6'3"<br><strong>Weight:</strong> 189 lbs.<br><br><strong>Bio:</strong> Seth got started down the wrong path early in life, with an absent father and a mother who cared more about her next fix of crystal meth than her young son. School was never a priority for young Seth, but cash always was.<br><br>Starting like most young delinquents, by beating up other kids for their lunch money Seth did all that he could to make ends meet, for himself and for his mother. In his early teens, Seth discovered that he had a unique appeal with women, and began dating women much older than himself and using them to get the money and necessities that he needed. As he grew older and polished his "game", Seth set his sights on girls closer to his own age and convincing them to sell themselves to provide for him. Seth had moderate success as a small time pimp, but quickly tired of living hand to mouth. When his mother died of an overdose, Seth inherited the house and set up a meth lab in the basement.<br><br>Drug money put the pimping game to shame, and before long Seth was something he had never been before- rich. More money meant more girls and now that he had a house, he was able to provide spaces for his girls to turn their tricks.<br><br>Things had been going well for Seth and his girls, until one of them got pregnant. With no way to determine who the father was, the girl went to Seth for money to get an abortion. Though Seth obviously saw the reasons to comply, he couldn't help but think of his own mother. In the end, he couldn't bear to follow through and instead paid his former ho to carry the baby to term.<br><br>In the months that followed, changed everything for Seth and those close to him.<br><br>Using the drugs he manufactured as well as his talent for manipulating the opposite sex, Seth branched out to kidnapping. Selecting only the most desirable targets, Seth abducted and got these girls addicted to meth. By forcing them to depend on him for their next fix as well as food and shelter, he fostered a desperate kind of dependence in these girls that was not so different than love.<br><br>Though Seth paid for the girl to be born, he never viewed her the way a parent would. He provided her with the bare necessities for survival but precious little beyond that. Her crib was a cardboard box and she'd never held a toy or even been held for more than a few moments. <br><br>As the girl grew, so did Seth's business and he developed a system for keeping, training and selling his victims as slaves. He built two shelters along the sides of his enclosed back yard and set up two rows of four 5'x5' metal cages. The cages were reinforced steel to resist human occupants' attempts at escape, they were numbered 1 through 8.<br><br>Never given a name, or anything of her own, the girl was moved into cage number 2 at the age of eleven. In the years that followed, 2 was like a pet to Seth in every sense. As he cycled other girls through the surrounding cages it just seemed like something normal. Having never been outside of the yard and house, 2 thought that she was the luckiest girl who ever lived because none of the strange men who came into the yard ever took her away.<br><br>Seth was a millionaire before he turned twenty-five, and 2 had become an ally, lover and confidant for him. Though he was nothing like a father, he loved 2 in his own way, even as he continued with his brutal business. <br><br>(http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/kaleena_katt/kaleena_katt0812/kaleena_katt081200083/4035163-punk-guy-with-a-cigarette.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew Over the Kennel Farm ((Character Sheets))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 12:20:14</strong>
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				Name: 2<br>Age: 19<br>History: 2's life is far different from most other girls. She's lived in captivity for the entire thing. Her Master owned her since she came into the world. She was brought up to be the perfect pet. Unlike other girls her age, 2 has never been on a date, never gone to school, has never even seen anything outside her cage and her Masters house.<br><br>Through the years, 2 has had many sisters, but tries not to get attached since they had a tendency of leaving once her Master had trained them. She's actually quite shy when it comes to the other dogs...or...bitches. When the other girls first come, 2 tries to stay as far away from them as possible, they're usually wild and it's always hard for the wild animals to adjust, and she's never fully understood why they act like it's the worst thing in the world...What else was there?<br><br>Since she's been here all her life, her training was easy and she took to it as naturally as anything. She's such a good girl in fact, that Master hasn't sold her, he even lets her sleep in his BED at times when she's been extra good or he wants company. Such an honor!<br><br>Her life such as it is revolves around her Master. She lives and breathes solely for him. Pleasing him is the best feeling in the whole world...Even when he's in a bad mood and uses she and her temporary sisters to make himself feel better, 2 is happy just knowing she was part of it.<br><br>2 sometimes has trouble speaking, having had no outside influence, no TV or radio, classmates or parents, she's learned only from the other girls and her Master so her vocabulary is rather limited.<br><br>Appearance: (http://blog.atlantabondage.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/ethan5-amber.jpg)<br>(http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lecqldktXb1qzlro6o1_400.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: One Flew Over the Kennel Farm ((Character Sheets))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>15-10-2011, 20:20:30</strong>
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				(http://i973.photobucket.com/albums/ae219/LimitlessNIkkie/beauty-hot-redheads-0.jpg)<br><strong>Name:</strong> Jenna<br><br><strong>Age:</strong> 19<br><br><strong>Personality:</strong>Dealing with people she is just very open and real. Jenna doesn't lie as a rule, she doesn't believe in white lies or not telling the truth to preserve a persons feelings. She honest and very upfront. She never shies away from conflict and many times chases it believing it better to fight about it now then later once you've had time to sulk. She is competitive, second place to her is just the first loser nothing more and she really hates losing though she not a bad sport it just makes her determined to practice harder and make herself better so she doesn't have to lose again. Naturally she is a happy person smiling easily and taking the most joy out of the day she can but she'd always focused, she does nothing without reason behind it. She is never thoughtless or flighty she is always present in the moment even if it may seem otherwise. That focus shades everything she does, it makes her confident and strong, it's what lets her succeed where other had not.<br><br><strong>History:</strong>Jenna was born and raised in a small town that was driven by athletics, specifically that of the high school foot ball team. She was raised by a single father an ex quarter back and following his lead developed a deep love of sports. He was thrilling when she expressed in interest in doing sports but soon found her distaste for anything she term 'girly' made things a bit more difficult.<br><br>She went through 4 different dance classes ranging from ballet to jazz, a gymnastics class, a swimming class, Jr. cheerleaders, and baton before he let her join a youth soccer team. She was 6 then and though it was mostly her running around kicking a ball with no care as to where it went she loved it, practice become the highlight of her day.<br><br>As she grew Jenna discovered other hobbies finding a love of music and running, finding peace in hiking and an exhilaration ing rock climbing but she never grew out of soccer. She played through her local Youth teams until she was too old at 16 and played on every school team starting in 6th grade until she graduated being given the captain spot on her JV and varsity teams leading them both or the finals though they didn't win. She played center forward and was viscous, quick and determined, though she had a tendency not to pass if she though she could make the play herself.<br><br>During her senior year she was head hunted my the local UC and offered a scholarship. She'd been an average student nothing exceptional taking only a passing interest in most of her classes. Except for fleeting consideration during career week she'd given little though to college or her future, but with the offer before them her dad didn't give her a chance to refuse. Though higher education held little appeal she was excited about the opportunity to play against better players. That and the pride in her fathers eye was enough to make going to the UC a pleasure more then a chore.<br><br>College was a change for Jenna. She'd grown up with her friends and never been without them and now she was alone for the first time. For the first week she stumbled unable to get her footing or right herself unused to being always surrounded by strangers but soon enough she got over her edge of fear and found her place easily. She thrived in her new environment making friends and though school didn't hold any more interest to her now then it did then she was learning something and that was fun. As always though it was soccer that she lived for. She spent ever day practicing. Twice a day she ran the trail around the campus, she was a fixture on the practice field, the coach joked he'd never seen anyone put so much of their personal time into the sport.<br><br>By the near end of her freshman year things had settled into place. She was a started on the Varsity team and was termed a rising star slotted for a captains place next year, though she was constantly getting in trouble for not passing as the coach though she should. She was dating a guy she'd met when she went looking for a tutor for biology he was far too smart at time's but she though herself the luckiest girl in the world. Everyday he'd surprise her in some small way, a note tucked into a book or showing up to pick her up when she wasn't expecting him, little things that let her know he was thinking of her, she was in the middle of her first love. She had a group of friends and had found a new best friend in her room mate, a quirky girl that took it upon herself to help Jenna find a love of girly things, something she did with reluctance but after much prodding found there were some aspects she like. Everything it seemed had fallen into place, Jenna couldn't imagine a better life for herself. <br><br>
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