Stolen
Pet Information
Pet Name: Stolen
Owner: Draven
Theme / Type: Frost Obsideon
Born: January 25, 2010
Gender: Male
Collection: 4
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 0 / 10
Strength: 10
Defense: 10
Speed: 10
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 10
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 1
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: 0/1155 [ View Foods ]
Pet Profile
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You can't keep me forever!
I am so sorry I couldn't save You!
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Art done by Tiger(#32) from another petsite. No stealing it!!
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Name: Rictor Wain
Nickname: Ragdoll
Age: Appears 18, is actually 29
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Occupation: Cursed to serve
Orientation: Gay
Status: Single
Skin: Fair
Hair: Black
Eyes: Dull Green
Weight: 105 lbs
Height: 5' 7"
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Personality: Very obedient and trustworthy to towards his
Master, he will lie and thieve his way through what ever he needs to to make his wicked master happy. He tends to be fowl towards those around him at first and can be very quiet at times too. Really his mood and mannerisms change depending on what he is asked to do by Bane.
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A thin male passed around a small stone walled room "How long have I been here?" He voiced out to thin air, his body heavy with exhaustion. The last thing he remembered was going out to the movies with a few friends, and now he was stuck in a dungeon like room, the only sorce of light was the rising sun and the moon when it was bright. The air was stale and thick. After what seemed like day, a large, bukly tattooed man opened the door, his stature nearly taking up the whole frame. "Come with me." He spoke, his tone seemed friendly, but the demand was stern. "No!" Rictor shrieked back, he was hungery, aggitated and scared, causing him to lash out. It earned him a wicked look from the other man, who walked in and closed the door behind himself. "If you refuse to obey willingly, I will cause you to do so." He espressed as he moved closer and closer to Rictor, the small male slinking and cowering against the cold stone wall. The large tattoed man stared at him with cold eyes, a few odd chanted words left his lips, the tattoos glowed and Rictors vision went white, a blood curteling shriek was the last memory he had before everything went black.
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He was pierced, clothed, tattooed and restyled to Wicked's likings. Wicked, that was the name the tattoed man had chosen for himself and that was all Rictor knew him as other then Sir or Master. On the outside Rictor was level headed, cool and brisk looking, but on the inside he was screaming, wailing against the mental barriers the magic had put up. And before he knew it, his body was doing what ever Wicked ordered it to do. Days passed, his mind eased. Years passed, his memories faded, and soon enough he was simply Wicked"s little Ragdoll,doing all that he was told with a curt little smile upon his pierced lips.
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"He has escaped!!" Wicked bellowed, causing Rictor to flinch infear, it was never a good thing when his Master was upset or angry. "Go retreave him Ragdoll!" He bellowed again, his loud and demanding voice echoing off the stone walls. "I-uh... Sir... Who has escaped?" The thin male asked, his frame pulled in a bit to make himself look smaller and in no way a threat or requesting dominance in the situation. "Pin! You idiot!" Wicked passed, his ice eyes darting around.
The name Pin cause Rictor's mind to flash back in to a memory, the memory of a boy none to bigger then him being dragged in to the main hall, bloody, broken and unconsious. Rictor's heart ached for him, saddened by the apperance, but his curse to serve Wicked kept him from tending to the boy. And before he could even ask himself what was going to happen next the boy was stripped of his clothes, designs drawn on his skin and Wicked stood over him, chanting, much like he had done years ago with Rictor. 'Was this his replacement? Had he done something wrong? Was he becoming boring or useless?' All those questions raced through his mind as he sat in his corner, chained to the wall. All the questions had been answered within minutes, the boy was levitated in to the air and suspended in what appeared to be a glass box, and the curse tattoo sprawled across his back. He was became another one of Wicked's cursed victoms.
"No one will ever be as special as you my boy." Wicked expressed when he saw Rictor's expression towards the other. "You will always bemy little Ragdoll." He gave what would appear to be a gentle smile.
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"I will go retreave him for you Sir." Rictor spoke, holding his wrists up to have the chains removed and his teleportation amulet secured to his wrist in their place. "Good boy, be sure to take a coat, I hear it's cold where the little bugger is." Wicked stated, his large hand petting down Rictor's hair, like a father would to his son when worried about him. "Yes Sir." Rictor obeyed much easier as the years had gone by.
Within minutes, Rictor had all he needed for his retreval mission. His coat, amulets, a few extra healing, attack, speed and defense tattoos that would wear off when used, gracefully given to him by Wicked. A small nod of his head, and a chant of words, he closed his eyes, heard a wooshing sound and opened them. His breath leaving small little clouds infront of his face. He was where he needed to be and free air filled his lungs and he sighed in relief. His feet started to make that god aweful snow crushing sound as he moved forward, his once bright, now dull green eyes scanned over the small cabin, warmth and home filled his mind, causing him to grab his head as if in pain. Quickly, he brushed it off, he was well aware of the pain and tug that came from being away from Wicked and this was the furthest he had been in a very long time. As he got closer to the cabin, the warmth filled him more and more and the pain grew quickly.
His fists slammed against the front door, and before he got an answer, he swung the door open. "Nooooooooo!" The small blond haired boy from the past shrieked, he hadn't agged a day, much like Rictor, even though it had been nearly 10 years for both of them. "I'll do anything! Just don't take me back!" The blond continued to shriek, his thin body now hidding behind the large man who had taken him in. "Pin, you must come back with me, we can either do this the nice way...." Rictor started out, his tone calm and content then turned nasty "or the hard way!" His body automatically taking on a fighting stance, triggoring a reaction from the large man that guarded Pin. The large man rushed Rictor, a brawl started between the two, Pin sobbing. Even with all the advances Wicked had given Rictor, it wasn't enough, the large man over powered him and quickly slammed him in to a wall, again his vision went white, then black, much like it had years ago.
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His dull green eyes slowly slid open, his headed pounded and his memory was hazy. All he could feel around himself was the thick warm blanket that was drapped over his body."W-wh-where am I?" He asked, his voice hoarse, his throat dry. A moment later, the large man was at his side with a glass of water. "You're safe my boy." He gave him a sincere, gentle smile. "You were out for days." He informed Rictor, who was known sitting up, gulping back the water. His head was pounding, but not the same way it had been prior, it felt different in some way, the tattoos on his body had faided and his mind was starrting to clear, his eyes brighten and seconds later, his mind was slammed with memories from his past from before he was with Wicked, then came the memories of Wicked. The shock, pain and discomfort caused him to black out again, but his last thought was "I'm free from being your Ragdoll."
But for how long?? Only time would tell.
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If lost or taken please give me back to Draven
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