Post by Zalin on Oct 1, 2008 23:31:20 GMT -5
Name: Zalin [often nicknamed Za za]
Age: 23
Sex: Male
Appearance: Zalin is never without cuts and bruises on his face, they became a part of him at the Harem. He is elegantly pretty with mismatched eyes - one being red the other where the whites of the eye are red with a dark green iris which seems to give him the power to know who can inflict pain on him which he has grown to love. He wears his hair long, its natural hair colour being a dark brown he's had streaks of red and white added to it though especially at the front.
His normal clothing is a dark green corset that's been made to perfectly fit his lithe form coupled with only a tightfitting man-thong and platforms, he also has sleeves clipped to the edge of his corset. About his neck is a series of jewels marking out his past status as not only a part of a Harem but also the most treasured member. So do the gold chains also decorated with jewels which hang from the straps on his pants.
On rare occasions will he tie a near on transparent jade green, which matches with the jewelery he wears, gauze like fabric about his waist to act as a makeshift skirt. His clothing is dominantly a jade green with detailing in black, the center of the corset being black with golden lacing.
(Some reference images, taken from Sims 2 where I originated him from:
i192.photobucket.com/albums/z295/Natzy24/4e8ccf35.png < Frontal Head shot
i192.photobucket.com/albums/z295/Natzy24/fe5caacf.png < Slightly turned to the right
i192.photobucket.com/albums/z295/Natzy24/4858f869.png < Turned to left
i192.photobucket.com/albums/z295/Natzy24/c5df0d84.png < Full body)
Personality: Zalin, although he was a former harem slave he isn't totally docile. He won't attack or anything like that but due to his rather twisted love for pain he does have the tendancy to see how much he can push to earn further pain. One of the things he hates the most is being treated kindly. Treat him kindly and you'll get nothing.
If you do tame him somewhat and keep him leashed with a mixture of pain and sheer control you will find that he can be somewhat loyal. Zalin is also an exhibitionist, he's quite happy to do anything anywhere and has no shame in his body, if his dress style doesn't give it away.
He misses the Harem life in part, more misses its excitement. He enjoys the feeling of being dominated even if he'll put up a struggle to try and get away at first. He won't submit to a person who can't conquer him and that is possibly his greatest flaw.
He is the type of person who will keep himself and his room clean, and occasionally can come off as reserved - namely he doesn't often talk unless he's talked to first and keeps a soft voice when he's unsure of rank in relation to himself. He's very playful at times, to the point of being mischievous, and is a big fan of keeping himself fit, he rather likes his lithe body. He's also rather laid back and chilled out when in his every day state of mind at least.
What kind of people you like: Strictly gay, due to his past experience though he is able to please women if he has to, men do more for him though.
Which Role are you:Slave
Type of Sex you prefer: I've been described as a pain freak before, All I can say is hit me hurt me use me abuse me ^.^ the rougher the better, add sadisticness in and I'm in heaven.
Custom Title: Former Harem Slave
History: As has been mentioned Zalin was once a part of a harem. It was here where he learnt to love pain. He was sold to the owner when he was six years old to repay a debt his parents owed. He wasn't introduced to the full life till older but he was taught how to give pleasure with his hands and with his mouth.
When he hit ten he started to get more training to accept pain, to submit, you name it he was trained in it. He lost his virginity when he was 15 to a half drunk male who'd out auctioned everyone else to have him for that night.
Time went rather same, apart from the pain got worst as Zalin enjoyed it more. It was his love of pain that got everyone including the owner who was normally illusive to take him multiple times rough, often multiple times in a night at least three times a week rather then renting him out with the others.
Alas the high life style paid his old owner an ill hand. He died just before Zalin turned 22. His son didn't wish to take them on and so they were left to wander.
Sample RP: (Take 2)
From a Nightclub with a back room
Zalin opened his eyes slightly as he elegantly removed the cherry stone after he'd sucked and nibbled the flesh off of it taking a sip of water once he'd placed the stone down before he smirked at the words. Words that were so familiar to him that they sent a delicious chill down his spine.
He elegantly stood up slipping behind Will with a purr and a daring smirk loosely draping his arms about his neck as he purred into his ear "oh really now?" he gave a slow lick before he felt the music change to one far more exotic.
The type of music he was used to dancing to. He purred softly before he span away slipping up onto the stage after taking one last drink. Time for the part they were all waiting for. He flicked his hair back over his shoulder as he waited back turned to the crowd getting the beat into his head.
Once he knew he had it he started his main dance whirling and teasing the crowd with small glimpses his eyes smoldering with lust outlined in black his lips glistening in the lighting as he eveer so slowly unclipped one sleeve and rolled it down his arm doing a cartwheel gripping it in his teeth as he placed it near one of the other dancers spinning to the side of the stage Will was nearest too and repeating with the other sleeve again whirling away falling to his knees then into the splits.
Deftly he pushed himself up onto his hands starting to work on getting a motion going almost as if he was on a pommel horse before he pushed himself up into a handstand and back onto his feet hearing the cheers as he slowly untied the knot holding the fine near on transparent skirt in place grasping the other side in his hand and using that as a dance prop for his movements always teasing and tantalizing as he slowly stripped never losing the beat of the music.
He flaunted his body fully to the audience as he crawled to the edge of the stage letting them touch feeling them already pushing money into his little remaining clothing backing off as he heard them egging him on to go fully naked in front of them.
He shifted his weight seeming almost shy before he backed off, in reality stashing the money away safely in one of the clip on sleeves knowing his nipple piercings would glint in the light as he moved.
Once he'd done that he loosened the ties that held his thong in place just enough before he entered a row of flips finishing into the start of a cartwheel, cartwheeling backwards before showing to the crowd he was indeed fully naked hearing their screams and calls and wolf whistles.
Now he couldn't resist teasing more as he stretched back into a crab and then undulated his body letting himself rest on his back flipping up from that position landing into a braced press up position before he let his lower legs rest onto the floor dragging himself forwards and flipping onto his back as some of those closest surged forwards to be closer to him. He nuzzled against the crotches of those closest to him even giving daring licks through the fabric, others he ran his hands over.
From a park
Zalin gave a soft sigh as he sat himself on the grass by the lake beneath the shade of a weeping willow. He watched the koi fish swimming about and he couldn't help but to trail his hand into the water laughing with an almost childish amusement at how the water trailed off his fingers.
Small crystal drops each containing their own minature world inside them for the brief minutes they existed. So perfect and flawless. Unlike this world. This body. This body was flawed and imperfect. So jaded but so constructed to be perfect in its every way.
When he was dancing. When he hit the stage. When he was on his back with some one far more powerful then he'd ever be above him. That's when this world felt perfect. He missed his harem days. He was never alone like he was now.
That seemed to be the sum of his life now though. To be alone. It almost felt like he was wasted out of the harem. He used to be the most treasured member. He reached up to touch the jewels about his neck that rested on his chest. Remembered the pride when he'd gained them.
Of course the only reason that had happened was that he was so versatile. You could have done anything to him and he'd have been happy to take it. But now? Nothing. Yes he got admiring glances but that wasn't enough for him.
There wasn't the excitement. Apart from at nights. When he went to the back room. Went back stage into the dressing room and got himself ready. There wasn't that type of excitement in his life. Indeed it was all rather mundane.
All rather boring considering the exotic life he normally led. Or the life he used to normally lead. He sighed softly flicking the small stray strands of hair floating up before they resettled in the exact same position. He guessed he was still having to adapt to the real world. The world outside the harem that always seemed so strange and obscure to him, one who had lived his life behind walls.
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