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Name: Troy
Age: Twenty One
Height: Six One
Race: Human
Note:
-If we're going to Role play please be able to type at least a paragraph, detailed posts are much better than one liners..
Stats:
Slave of
Maeveen
History:
2/25/10
Maeveen - OV, SV
3/3/10
Wynn - OV
Background:
Everything's dark, I can't see a damn thing and the only reassurance that I'm still alive is the sound of a slow water drip landing in a puddle somewhere near my face. The air is fowl and smells like a rotting corpse or a morgue. Finally something different, the sounds of footsteps echo down a hallway and stop. A door opens and it sounds like the hinges are all rusted and ready to fall off yet they still hold. Light shines on me and im blinded slightly. After my eyes focus I see a man standing in the doorway "Get up..." the man grunted. He had a very thick accent and I bet his English was bad. I slowly got to my feet and got my first good look at him.
He was an African American male, looked in his late thirty's, dressed in camo and a red Barret on his head, he had an AK-47 in his right hand and it was aimed at the ground. As I stood still he raised to point it at me "Get out!" he snapped and I didn't hesitate. He stepped to the side and I walked into the hallway. I felt his foot kick my back and I fell to my knees "Walk!" he yelled and I got back up to my feet. My body was weak and tired but I did my best to walk.
As I walked I couldn't help but think about how I got into this situation. We came into a large room with a metal table. Everything about this place reminded me of some horror movie until we got to this room. It looked like this room was taken care of because behind that metal table was a door and a large mirror. I knew it was see though. There was a man sitting at that table and there was an empty chair across from him "Sit!" the man yelled and pushed at me again. He growled "You do again read mind now!"
I sat down looking at this man in the seat across from me. He was bleeding from the face, obvious signs that he was beaten by our captors. I had no idea why he was here but as I was instructed I looked into this mans mind. It wasn't hard. Something I have been doing for years now ever since I was 11 years old. That was 9 years ago. This man wasn't hard to read, quickly could hear him telling himself in his head that he was going to die for stealing. I was interrupted as the man with the gun yelled "What is he thinking! Did he steal!?" he said. I nodded "y-yes..." my voice was hoarse. It sounded like a scratch instead of English but I tried my best. Another man in uniform came in with a bottle of water and handed it to me. I quickly drank it all "Yes...he stole." both men looked at the guy across from me. He sat back and the light from the room had shown he was old, very old, face full of wrinkles and gray hair. He yelled and started to cry as the armed men picked him up and dragged him off.
I was left there by myself just looking at the table "I didn't know what was going on." I looked down at my clothes and they were disgusting, dirt and blood stained. Another man walked into the room, he looked like maybe an officer of some kind "I don't know how you do dis but you be blessed by some vodoo hex mon..." he had a Jamaican accent I thought. He waved a hand "Come...you follow." and I did. He looked older too and had a large scar over his face and he was missing a pinky. I dare not say a word. We came outside and he took me to a small blue sedan with a girl inside the back, it was my...sister. I quickly looked at the man and he smiled "Relax white man you're free....you both are you helped me a lot and now you can go...now leave this land before I change my mind." I didn't hesitate instead of getting over to hug my sister I got into the drivers side and quickly drove down the road as fast as I could. That was a year ago.
I wake up again but this time I'm in my own bed...back at home, full adjusted to being free again and I had started working out. I decided to write up my life in this notepad I don't know why but I guess it's a good idea, let's see. Name is Gene Dark, born and raised in Detroit grew up with my younger sister Megan. Our parent's took care of us dad was a programmer who made like 160k a year easy and mom stayed at home. This little itch didn't start till I was like 11 or 12 I thought I was crazy at first. The first time it happened I remember looking at my sister and she was watching tv not even looking at me and she was...talking. I responded and she just looked at me like I was nuts. This happened off and on for a few months then eventually I couldn't ignore it.
My mother took me to the store and everyone in the store started talking at once in my head, I started to scream and ran outside. My parents threatened to put me in the hospital and thought I was just doing it to get attention. I didn't want to leave so I promised to stop. Well the voices never stopped I just pretended they weren't there. Well after the years I got used to it and I started being able to control it. Eventually I could only hear someones mind when I concentrated on them. This was great...when I was 16 I started using it in relationships because now I was interested in girls and after a while I was able to find out what they liked and did it. I was pretty popular and have a lot of girlfriends. I guess you could say I was a player and taking advantage of my ability but fuck it I was a kid right?
When I was 18 years old I started being able to read the most deepest secrets in someones head, I could literally open someones mind and read it like a book. Needless to say I found a lot of fucked up shit about people. So after high school I got some college out of the way, community college I got an associates in general studies. After that I just do what I can to make a quick buck, the big thing right now was me getting that job with the police. It pays the bills and they are happy with how quick I can cut to the chase. I've never told anyone about my ability after the thing in Africa and I like it that way. Let's just say that I am very confident in my ability...
