03-19-2018, 03:09 AM
(hey sorry i intended to wait last night, but i fell asleep LOL)
Name: Oliver
Age: 31
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, he was a general, but when the war ended, he retired from the public's eyes and lived a quiet life. he had been searching for someone who would make his life complete. He felt like he was always empty in the inside after the fighting was over, and he no longer had targets and duty in his daily life.
Oliver was feeling exceptionally agitated after another failed attempt of gathering that was in fact, matchmaking. The experience last night was horrible, the noisy and nosy ladies were just chattering themselves, askng him bluntly to show off his muscles and scars from the war. He had to use all his self-restraint to stay on teh table.
wiht such an annoying night previously, Oliver was in need of some ways to relieve his tension. He chose to come here, the club. He had been a member, and appreciated how this club kept all its clients' identity a secret. he was tired of people screaming at him like he was some celebrity being a war hero - he wasn't. He was just a genearl tired of killing other people iwth high-tech machines.
Seeing through the glass window, he was surprised by the figure sitting at the far corner. Usually people conceive through technology, but here there was, a slave who was obviously not intended to get pregnant, carrying a large bump with him. There was something in his eyes as well, those green orbs that spoke of fear and yearn for love. The general found himself smitten. he wasnted to get to know this little thing and knew of his story. Oliver didn't understand why but he was filled with this overwhelming urge to protect him.
He waited in the largest room for the little guy after he had made the "order". When the door opened, he was first seeing a belly - then a boy. yes, this little one looked more like a boy than a man, even though he knew he was an adult. He came forward, and saw the slave flinched. The genearl was used to this, he was so tall, and sometimes he was said to have a bloody smell on him from his years on the battelfield, so he stopped and knelt down, making himself look smaller, before approaching the slave some more.
"hello. i am Oliver. what's your name?" He asked, as gently as he could, and reached out a hand for the slave to take.
(haha you are doing really good! thanks for making the thread ;))
Name: Oliver
Age: 31
Appearance: Dark hair, brown eyes, he was a general, but when the war ended, he retired from the public's eyes and lived a quiet life. he had been searching for someone who would make his life complete. He felt like he was always empty in the inside after the fighting was over, and he no longer had targets and duty in his daily life.
Oliver was feeling exceptionally agitated after another failed attempt of gathering that was in fact, matchmaking. The experience last night was horrible, the noisy and nosy ladies were just chattering themselves, askng him bluntly to show off his muscles and scars from the war. He had to use all his self-restraint to stay on teh table.
wiht such an annoying night previously, Oliver was in need of some ways to relieve his tension. He chose to come here, the club. He had been a member, and appreciated how this club kept all its clients' identity a secret. he was tired of people screaming at him like he was some celebrity being a war hero - he wasn't. He was just a genearl tired of killing other people iwth high-tech machines.
Seeing through the glass window, he was surprised by the figure sitting at the far corner. Usually people conceive through technology, but here there was, a slave who was obviously not intended to get pregnant, carrying a large bump with him. There was something in his eyes as well, those green orbs that spoke of fear and yearn for love. The general found himself smitten. he wasnted to get to know this little thing and knew of his story. Oliver didn't understand why but he was filled with this overwhelming urge to protect him.
He waited in the largest room for the little guy after he had made the "order". When the door opened, he was first seeing a belly - then a boy. yes, this little one looked more like a boy than a man, even though he knew he was an adult. He came forward, and saw the slave flinched. The genearl was used to this, he was so tall, and sometimes he was said to have a bloody smell on him from his years on the battelfield, so he stopped and knelt down, making himself look smaller, before approaching the slave some more.
"hello. i am Oliver. what's your name?" He asked, as gently as he could, and reached out a hand for the slave to take.
(haha you are doing really good! thanks for making the thread ;))