Mirror, Mirror.
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Thread Topic: Mirror, Mirror.
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C1 was a bit confused when for his birthday, he got a large mirror for his bedroom. He accepted the gift even though he didn't think he would ever have to use it. He finds out that through this mirror is another world called the Diamond Dimension. This world is full of masters and slaves who are allowed to be beat and killed by their masters against their will. C1 accidentally comes into this Dimension and can't leave. C2 is a master who captures and keeps slaves he finds off the street. He finds C1 roaming around and claims C1 as his personal slave. Soon, they become more than Master and his Slave.
I really would like to be C1 if you don't mind. I don't care who does it, but I want an experienced Soaper who dosent post just one sentence and uses a lot of detail. Also, grammar is a big thing for me. -
I think I'm going to go ahead and make my character while I'm waiting for someone to join.
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Also, I would like for C2 to be just a little bit older if whoever joins dosen't mind.
Name: Taesun Rivera
Age: Just turned 17
Looks:
Personality: Shy, Very Timid, Awfully Curious, Sweet
Nickname: Tae
Other: Tae was born in Richmond, Virginia and has lived there all of his life. Tae lost his father when he was only three years old to a drunk driving accident that wasn't his fault. Tae's mother is very protective of him but he just mostly stays in his room away from her. Dosen't stick up for self, very quiet. -
I'll do this one with you, if you'll have me.
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Sure~ Why wouldn't I?
Go ahead and make you're Charrie then Darky~ -
how abusive do you want my bby to be
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Idc pretty abusive probably
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hehehe
alright one moment pls -
Name: Roscoe Lacroix
Nickname: Ross
Age: 19
Personality: Roscoe might show his soft side, but most of the time, he's cruel, lustful, and tends to enjoy trying people. He's used to making his 'pets' know that he's dominant. He seems nice when casually talking, but in bed, he's a whole different monster.
Other: In his spare time, Roscoe writes songs and records himself singing. He doesn't like his voice, but he wants proof that he exists to be lying around. -
Tae was awoken from his deep sleep when the door to his bedroom swung open with a large creak. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. "It's Saturday, mom, what are you doing?" He stretched and looked at the alarm clock beside his bed. "It's only eight o clock." His mother walked in a sat a plate full of pancakes with smiley faces made out of bananas on them. "I know that silly! But it's your birthday!"
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Roscoe looked up at his pet, his eyes narrowing as he saw him- no, it- touch his equipment. Irritated, he slid off of his chair and rose to glare down at it. "How many times must I tell you to not touch that?" The pet, whose name was Luke, flinched. He narrowed his eyes further as the boy pulled away and bowed down. "I'm sorry.. I didn't know--" "How useless." Roscoe kicked him down, pinning him with his foot. "You really are useless. Now, I'll have to get rid of you. You understand how irritating that is, don't you? It's so difficult to find strays around here. I don't buy, I take. And you're just like the last one."
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Tae tried to give her a fake smile, but failed. His mother narrowed her eyes. "Are you okay? Are you sick? Eat some food." Tae rolled his eyes and took a small bite out of the top pancake and looked up at her. "Happy?" He asked with a sigh. She nodded and then ran out the door. "I got you a present!" She dragged in a large mirror.
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Roscoe glared at the male in the same room as him, his eyes full of hate. He hated the disobedient ones, the ones that messed with his singing equipment. He had told them how important it was, yet they never listened. He leaned down, grabbing him up by his hair. "Nn. I'll throw you out. May someone else find use in you." He dragged the boy, who was screaming and begging to stay, all the way up the basement stairs tot he front door. He threw him outside, locked the door, and went back in to sulk. Hopefully, someone else would take him, or he'd die.
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Tae raised his eyebrows at his plump mother. "A..mirror?" He watched as she sat it down in the corner. He stared at his own reflection, then quickly looked back at his mother. "Why would I need a mirror?" His mother clapped her hands together and smiled. "I just thought you might like to have one. Oh, by the way, I invited Brock over for dinner. So take a shower." Tae groaned after she had left the room, closing the door behind her. He took another bite of his now cold pancakes. Brock was his mother's new boyfriend but he was always too drunk to hold a conversation. "What a great birthday.." He muttered under his breath.
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