Post by Elek on Oct 12, 2010 20:49:03 GMT -5
HEY YOU!
Who me?
YEAH YOU! WHO ARE YOU?
Well, I’m
LEONIDASOF SPARTA
Tell us about yourself.
What do you want to know?
How long have you been around?
28/2485
What exactly are you?
Supernatural Human
So are you a man or a woman?
o.O
How do you swing?
Straight
When should we put the candles on the cake?
I was born in 475 BC
What do you look like?:
Are you tall enough for this ride?
6’4”
How much do you weigh?
230
Who do you look like?
Gilles Mirini
So, what are you wearing?
I find that what I do in life requires no clothing.
Do you wear anything of sentimental value?
My Generals ring.
Who, exactly, are you?:
You got any family?
None
Where to you live?
In a box.
Are you in school?
No, im in a box.
Tell me about your history.:
My name is Leonidas of Sparta. I named after the Spartan King because my courage and strength was rivaled only by him. When I was born, soldiers came to our home to examined me to determine my strength. I was bathed in wine to test me. If I was not a strong infant, I would have been destroyed or sold into slavery. I was raised by a nurse but never coddled. Crying for any reason was punishable by beating. When I was seven I was taken from my mother and housed in a dormitory with other boys and trained to be a soldier. I endured harsh physical discipline and deprivation to make me strong. I marched without shoes and went without food. I learned to fight, endure pain and survive by my wits. Older boys beat me to toughen me up. I was governed by the warriors code. We were encouraged to scrounge for food but we were punished if we were caught. One day I captured a fox and I was going to eat it. I spotted soldiers coming my way. Rather than be punished, I hid the fox under my shirt. As they questioned me, the fox bit me and chewed on my stomach, but I showed no signs of pain. This was the Spartan way. That night I slept with a full belly and a bloody shirt. At the age of 20 I went through tests that would allow me to become a citizen of Sparta. Needless to say, I passed. I was required to marry and produce children, which I did. I did not love her but I can tell you, she bore me many fine sons. When I was 22 we went to war. My mother met me at the gates, her words were “Come home with your shield or on it.” I fought valiantly and rose in the ranks quickly. By the time I was 25, I had earned a name for myself as a fierce and capable warrior. At 28 I was a General in the Spartan army. I was cocky, arrogant and lusty. One night from my armys camp, I saw a light in a tent on a hill. I went to investigate. Within the tent I found a woman. A beautiful woman who’s beauty caused my loins to ache with desire. I wanted her. My cockiness and lustful pride would not let me leave such a creature unbedded. So I lied to her. I promised her love and marriage and children. She fell for it and willingly took me to her bed. I was rough and brutal and I ignored her cries. I laughed when she screamed for her father. When I was done, I dressed and left her there in her pain and humiliation.
When I returned to my tent I saw a flash of light. The man who appeared before me was none other than Ares, the god of war. I thought he came to congratulate me. But I was wrong. It happened that he was the woman's father and that she was in fact a virgin. In his hand he held a small black box that looked as if a portrait was missing in the carving on the lid. He held me with his gaze and prevented me from leaving. He informed me that I would suffer the humiliation of being used for sex until I learned to be humble and found true love. In my arrogance, I laughed. How could this be a punishment? Women willingly using me as a sex slave? “Bring it on.” I said to him arrogantly and laughed in his face. “By the way,” Ares added, “You will feel the same pain my daughter felt when you violated her, every time you make love to a woman. And, you will not be able to deny them their sexual pleasure and you will be compelled with the desire to make love to them constantly.” I did not realize that there would be only pain in store for me in this punishment. And so my torture began.
My countenance was engraved on the box along with my spirit. I was trapped on the box in the dark. I experience never ending hunger and thirst. I could hear what was going on around the box so I knew when someone was close by. Ares made sure that my already well muscled body was sculpted like a gods to make me desirable above all others. I would be driven to please the women who found my box and figured out how to open it and call me into physical human form. I would be bound to their beck and call and I would feel excruciating pain that I could not allow them to see. I would please them and only them for 6 weeks then I would be recalled into the box. The box would then disappear with me in it and reappear elsewhere where I would hope to be found again. Sometimes it was centuries before I was found. Sometimes it was centuries before someone figured out how to open the box. Only a woman could open the box. I was chained to beds, kept in closets and basements, stuffed under beds, shot, stabbed, and thrown out of windows, but I was not allowed to die, I could only hope for such release, but no. Ares made me immortal and invulnerable. I was a conjured being meant only to please the lustful desires of the women who freed me from the box. And I was compelled to please them. It was torture. Hard to believe, isn’t it? The last time my box was opened it was the year 1768 in Greece. I was kept in a ships cabin on the way to the New World by the Captains wife. I made her trip ever so much more bearable. I was returned to the box before I got to see the New World however. The colony that was settle did not flourish and I was traded from hand to hand over the centuries until I ended up in a woman's attic in California. A mud slide washed her house into the sea where I floated for who knows how long. I had no way to tell because there were no sounds of voices to give me a clue as to what was going on. Today I could have leapt for joy, I heard waves in the distance, breaking against a shore. Soon I heard a voice and I felt the box washed to shore. I waited in gleeful anticipation for someone to pick me up. Suddenly I left the sand and I was in feminine hands. Even if I was to be a slave and the pain would be excruciating, I would be out of the box and not alone. I prayed that whoever this woman was, she would find a way to open the box. I was so hungry, so thirsty…so lonely.
So, what do you like to eat?
Oh, anything please.
What foods make you hurl?
You’re kidding, right?
What do you like to do?
Wait, listen, make love.
That’s some attitude, want to tell me about it?
Tell me, if you have been tortured for over two millenniums, what kind of attitude you would have. Actually, it’s so long between times of getting out of the box, I am always happy to see the woman who will command me for the next 6 weeks, even though the pain is excruciating, sometimes I get to eat and drink and I get to be out of the box, how great is that.
So, what’s so good about you?
I’m good in bed, I have penetrating eyes and my body is sculpted like a god.
Do you have any flaws?
DUH! I’m trapped in a box most of the time, I have to make love to my mistress even though it hurts, and I am cursed until I find true love.
Other:
What else can you tell me?
Did I mention I am trapped in a box?
Can you do anything cool?
I don’t age, I don't get sleepy and I heal as fast as I am injured.
Show us your stuff
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