- Joined
- May 25, 2011
Iris DuMorne had always had magical talent. From a young age, she was always able to make things come out in her favor, even if she clearly should have lost. She'd find money lying in the street when she needed it and help usually arrived just when it looked like she was done for. As she grew older, she started to use her abilities for other purposes: namely gambling.
For years she traveled from city to city, frequenting all of the most lucrative gambling houses and cleaning them out. Then, one day, she came to a city whose guards were trained to detect magic. She was quickly apprehended and given a choice: either serve time in jail or do labor. Iris chose Labor, thinking that she'd get community service; instead, she was told that she'd be sold into slavery for five years. In that time, her owner could do what they pleased with her: she would have no rights whatsoever.
Now she stood in the market, chains around her wrists and ankles. Iris was a red for with a white underbelly and black on the tips of her ears and tail. The fur on the tips of her toes and fingers was also black. She wore a worn leather jacket over a gray tunic that exposed her midriff and trousers. She wore no shoes or boots and she had a small chip in her left ear. She looked about, nervously waiting her purchase and what she assumed would be five years of hell.
For years she traveled from city to city, frequenting all of the most lucrative gambling houses and cleaning them out. Then, one day, she came to a city whose guards were trained to detect magic. She was quickly apprehended and given a choice: either serve time in jail or do labor. Iris chose Labor, thinking that she'd get community service; instead, she was told that she'd be sold into slavery for five years. In that time, her owner could do what they pleased with her: she would have no rights whatsoever.
Now she stood in the market, chains around her wrists and ankles. Iris was a red for with a white underbelly and black on the tips of her ears and tail. The fur on the tips of her toes and fingers was also black. She wore a worn leather jacket over a gray tunic that exposed her midriff and trousers. She wore no shoes or boots and she had a small chip in her left ear. She looked about, nervously waiting her purchase and what she assumed would be five years of hell.