Alien Lover

[esmeraldaflame]

Name: Esmeralda
Age: 18
Hair: jet black
Skin color: light peach
Measurements: 54E-26-32

((Hi I'm looking for someone to play an alien. There are no specific requirements, though something a little human-like would be nice. Mostly, please, please, observe proper role playing etiquette, chiefly by not taking control of a character who is not your own. Thank you.))

Esmeralda woke up with a start. She sat up and looked around. This is not my room, she thought. She was lying on a mattress (or was it a very large cushion(?)) made of very soft, smooth material. The same material carpeted the floor and lined the walls and ceiling. There were no doors or windows to this room, nor furniture of any kind other than the bed - only a wash basin and a toilet. The room was lit by a soft, blue light.

"Hello?" Esmeralda called out. She was still dressed in her socks, pajama pants, and shirt. "Is anyone there? Where am I?"

 

[swordandsandle]

(Hope you don't mind that I'm liberally stealing the alien type. They are rather, human however)

Species Name: Gorean
Personal Name: Harken Dindogo
Hair: Dark brown topknot
Skin Color: Caucasian Tan (DEEP Tan)
6' 4", 178 lbs, VERY masculine build
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Urth was a strange place.

His family had been so proad; he would be the first slaver in his family for over two dozen generations. Everybody; uncles, brothers, cousions, grandfather, had been scrapping silver for years to buy this ship, the best Tharna had to offer. It was small, swift, undetectable by radar, and well-stocked with supplies for the journy home.

Of course, Urth had changed alot since the stories he'd been told, when men walked around in metal pants and easily capturable red woman wandered one of the landmasses. Now, the barbarians where on the brink of interplantary traval themselves, and had gotten this strange notion in their heads that woman where somehow equal to men. Back on Kajira, that would have gotten quite a laugh.

At the moment, he was ideally adjusting the diles on the warp engine in his tiny captain's pod; unessicery space for space traval was a luxery reserved for noblity. Then, he noticed a bleep on his sensors; activity in Kennel A-4. He ran his finger down his face as he pondered this. His catch was in drug stasis, to be revived for sale once they returned to Kajira, so that ment their shoulden't be any activity.

"Well," his voice was deep, rolling like a wave. "It seems we have a woman who dosen't know her place eh?" He indulged himself in a chuckle before he went over to his personal locker, snatching up a few supplies he might need; rope collar, post, and a groxwhip tipped in sleeping toxin, before moving down the main passage, a glittering tunnel so low he needed to slouch, lit by incadesent fusion light from behind the transpart interior wall.

His fingers deftly ran over the keypad at the door, pressing in the codes in Gorean scrip, a phermonic hiss signalint the door opening. Ah, this was the room he'd put the white one in; he'd gotten three yellow skined and five dark skinned as well. "Tal, urthjir." He seemed to scowl a bit as he spoke, though he straghtened his back as he entered the room. Did she understand Gorean? His mind went over the earth words, choosing carefully. "Greetings, woman." He smiled, half to himself,as he said this. "You... awake?"