Yiera
❝ Nothing but liars are those who refuse to accept the truth❞
【 𝕀 】core.
aliases: slave, it, pet, whore, toy
age: 23
gender: female
species: human
orientation: unimportant
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【 𝕀𝕀𝕀 】psyche.
talents: seduction, pain tolerance, small talk
likes: music, poetry, travelling, soft touch, praise, guidance
dislikes: other slaves, false hope, dishonesty, her mutilated face
first impression: amused, compliant, curious
fears: dogs, fire, emotional connection, making decisions, softness
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【 𝕀𝕀 】visage.
hair: pale blonde
skin: scarred,
eyes: blue
height: 5′ 3″
build: skinny
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【 𝕀𝕍 】traits.
✦ Devoted – To her current Master, above all
✦ Slave – No point fighting the fate
✦ Masochist – You either accept the pain or break
✦ Mystery – There are things about me even I don´t understand
✦ Woman of a thousand faces – Pick your poison, honey
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Creatures like us,
chained and held,
should seek happiness,
until we are felled.
Our fate is clear
So why the fear?
A dreamer like you
will crumble within a year.
A year went by,
and there you lay.
They let you die
and never let me stay.
Dreams crushed you;
they hurt more than steel.
That girl you used to know
was never even real.
story.
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She thought she had them all figured out. The lanky ones loved knives and razor whips to mask the lack of strength in their scrawny arms, the small ones would tie her on the ground, make her grovel, and suck them off on her knees, serving the burly ones required careful air management to avoid falling unconscious and the bruises were bitch to heal. She bruised so easily that she suspected there was something wrong with her skin or perhaps her body developed its own defence mechanism over the years, as less force was needed to produce the intended result, and when she added a good theatrical moan of pain, she could usually avoid broken ribs. That wasn´t always the case; the quiet ones often liked to break the silence with the sound of popping joints and snapping bones, and that´s why she tried to avoid them whenever possible. The loud ones were fun to tease and joke with, and unless she crossed that invisible line between amusing and disrespectful, she could get away with just some humiliation and good fucking.
She was safe, she knew what to expect and how to prepare for each of them. Knew her role from start to end and rarely stayed bedridden anymore after the heated night. Her quick wit didn´t prevent her from being sold over and over again, but that at least brought some novelty to her monotonous slave life. Usually, she was excited, so why the sudden unease twisting her guts? Why the squirm under the gaze of yet another Master-no, a Mistress...maybe that was why? Women tended to have more complicated needs that often involved more than just rough sex. Thankfully, they rarely got jealous of her anymore...not since the...incident.
That night, a lot changed.
She will never forget.
The scars won´t let her.
Her once other-worldly beauty was ruined by the greed of men. Deep zig-zagging scars ran from her forehead to her chin, barely missing her eyes but splitting one of her eyelids in half, carving out a piece of her cheek, marring her plump lips as if someone intended to cut them out but changed their mind at the last moment. They were all long healed, and while she collected many more over the years, these still hurt each time she looked into the mirror or touched her face.
Despite her instincts screaming at her, despite the threatening glare of guards and raised whips, she stops and looks up, staring directly at a Mistress of unmatched beauty...and she smirks.
Interested?
Yiera has been living rent-free in my head for quite a while now, and I believe it´s finally time for her to come out and shine. Her journey will be a long and angsty one, filled with rich character growth and psychological exploration of a mind bent to the will of others but never broken. I believe she will work well with powerful and/or religious characters - priestesses, queens, baronesses, warlords, witches, merchants, slavers, etc.. Her devotion and loyalty to her current owner know no boundaries, and thanks to that, she has been able to survive for many years even among the country´s elite, where heads can roll for the slightest offence. She will need a strong hand and mind to guide her and ground her when panic and uncertainty set in, but eventually, what started as a relationship of convenience and exploitation will turn into more.
PLOT:
I don't have anything specific in mind just yet, so feel free to reach out with your idea or brainstorm together.
MAGIC:
If we choose a fantasy setting, Yiera has an innate power that, unbeknownst to her, affects her surroundings, amplifying magic, feelings and desires alike. The presence of her power is subtle, less than a ghosting of a breathed whisper, even to the most experienced magic users, but hungry eyes are everywhere, and Yiera did not go through life unnoticed.
A few examples:
- her beauty - even with a disfigured face, she still appears beautiful to others
- her survival - as long as she has the will to live, it's much harder to actually kill her
- the desire of others - most who lay eyes on her and find her attractive simply want her for themselves (she changed masters through blade, coin, even state secrets)
- magical powers - when she worships a person, their magic grows stronger
LIKES:
character development, angst, obsession, dark themes, violence, fluff sprinkled on top, BDSM, whips, degradation and almost all kinks you can think of
LIMITS:
Site limits, scat, main character death, hyper-size, bimbo characters, incest
SMUT REQUIREMENTS:
While I enjoy a variety of kinks and writing smut is always fun, I don´t require it in my roleplays. Yearning, slow burn and touch-starved characters are often even more fun to write. I usually let the story flow naturally and let our characters decide what they want and need at the moment
Send me a pigeon if you have a story and/or character you would like to pair with Yiera or if you want to brainstorm together!
