Apr 6, 2019 23:53:44 GMT
Post by Falkiev Lad on Apr 6, 2019 23:53:44 GMT
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[attr="class","p_header"]basic info
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[attr="class","p_block"]name
[attr="class","p_post"]Falkiev Lad
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[attr="class","p_block"]nickname
[attr="class","p_post"]Falk, Falcon
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[attr="class","p_block"]age
[attr="class","p_post"]Twenty-Three
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[attr="class","p_block"]gender
[attr="class","p_post"]Male, He/Him/His - They/Them/Theirs
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[attr="class","p_block"]sexuality
[attr="class","p_post"]Pansexual, Grey-Romantic
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[attr="class","p_header"]behavior
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[attr="class","p_block"]personality
[attr="class","p_post"]As a human, Falkiev was always more reserved and introverted. For as long as is worth remembering, he has been a slave, and with no reason to believe that would ever change, he accepted it, swallowing his bitterness and serving his master tirelessly and faithfully. As much as he may have hated his role and the system, it did him no good to hate her in specific, and far easier to be obedient then rebel just for the sake of rebelling. With no real way of escaping or establishing a new life even if he did get away, he contented himself with taking what little he could from the lots he had been drawn. Strength and self-improvement in all manners of life, physically and mentally, were always important, and he found his energy better spent trying to better himself and improve then it ever would have been trying to be envious of others for what they had. The world was unfair, and thus he would earn what he could from it by his own force and will rather then rely on the world to grant him any boons.
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This attitude of realism has kept with Falkiev through his transformation, but a significant change has come about him from the grimly silent and obedient boy who embodied the saying of 'seen and not heard.' Now, he is his own master, and with that, the strong sense of self that remained inside and showed itself only in his drive to train and learn whenever he was given chance to has blossomed into his firm self of independence and confidence. Never will he bow to another, and never will someone else define the rules he will live by. He is inherently very self-aware, and very self-focused, taking the surrealistic tune of this game very seriously.
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His sense of realism wasn't entirely the only thing that stayed with Falkiev though. Beyond still being very focused on himself and self-improvement, he still retains his open mind for collecting knowledge and trying to get stronger, faster, and more adaptable whenever and wherever he can. He still is rather quiet as well, to the point of often seeming to adapt more to his animal role then a person, and it's almost more surprising to hear him speak rather then hiss. Analytical, he has become predatory, and where once he followed others and worked for the benefit of others, now he is almost entirely selfish and self-minded, only working with others and making allies when it is beneficial and giving into predatory or solitary instincts when it seems the superior option. He's also very serious, and seems to mostly lack a sense of humor, and while he is capable of emotions, often they seem limited around others, and his widest range of them is only ever seen by himself.
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If anything, Falkiev's personality is flawed there in that aspect. He's cold, and distant. Dedication to survival seems to turn nearly zealous, and he is almost always working to make himself stronger, and attempting to make things more efficient. Rest is just another factor, and he is exactingly strict with himself. He also is unlikely to tackle risks that seem too big for him, and would rather play it safe but small then attempt high reward, unless desperation calls. It's only when he is entirely ensured he will survive that he starts thinking of other things generally, and while dire situations may pull more sympathy from him and an instinct to remember there is a chance others were once human or are still intelligent life, when it comes to it, he would rather kill then be killed, and won't wait for that decision to be made for him.
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This attitude of realism has kept with Falkiev through his transformation, but a significant change has come about him from the grimly silent and obedient boy who embodied the saying of 'seen and not heard.' Now, he is his own master, and with that, the strong sense of self that remained inside and showed itself only in his drive to train and learn whenever he was given chance to has blossomed into his firm self of independence and confidence. Never will he bow to another, and never will someone else define the rules he will live by. He is inherently very self-aware, and very self-focused, taking the surrealistic tune of this game very seriously.
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His sense of realism wasn't entirely the only thing that stayed with Falkiev though. Beyond still being very focused on himself and self-improvement, he still retains his open mind for collecting knowledge and trying to get stronger, faster, and more adaptable whenever and wherever he can. He still is rather quiet as well, to the point of often seeming to adapt more to his animal role then a person, and it's almost more surprising to hear him speak rather then hiss. Analytical, he has become predatory, and where once he followed others and worked for the benefit of others, now he is almost entirely selfish and self-minded, only working with others and making allies when it is beneficial and giving into predatory or solitary instincts when it seems the superior option. He's also very serious, and seems to mostly lack a sense of humor, and while he is capable of emotions, often they seem limited around others, and his widest range of them is only ever seen by himself.
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If anything, Falkiev's personality is flawed there in that aspect. He's cold, and distant. Dedication to survival seems to turn nearly zealous, and he is almost always working to make himself stronger, and attempting to make things more efficient. Rest is just another factor, and he is exactingly strict with himself. He also is unlikely to tackle risks that seem too big for him, and would rather play it safe but small then attempt high reward, unless desperation calls. It's only when he is entirely ensured he will survive that he starts thinking of other things generally, and while dire situations may pull more sympathy from him and an instinct to remember there is a chance others were once human or are still intelligent life, when it comes to it, he would rather kill then be killed, and won't wait for that decision to be made for him.
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[attr="class","p_block"]bio-imprint
[attr="class","p_post"]Dromaeosauridae
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[attr="class","p_block"]diet
[attr="class","p_post"]Carnivorous, Fish, Rabbits, Mice, Bigger prey if possible, Eats Berries for non-sustenance purposes.
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[attr="class","p_header"]physique
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[attr="class","p_block"]faceclaim
[attr="class","p_post"]Falkiev Lad (Custom Art)
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[attr="class","p_block"]height
[attr="class","p_post"]5' 9"
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[attr="class","p_block"]weight
[attr="class","p_post"]176 lbs
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[attr="class","p_block"]appearance
[attr="class","p_post"]Vestiges of humanity still linger in Falkiev, and in many ways he was a lot more blessed then others that his beastly form is one that shares many structural similarities to the human one, but in other ways that similarity seems to only further cloud and blur the line between what he was and what they tried to turn him into. Emerald eyes are still a piercing bright green, like a fresh spring meadow, though his sharp gaze is now marked by slitted reptilian pupils instead, rounded near the center unless in the brightest of lights but often still with that narrow vertical shift, and slightly pointed at each end. Arched brows remain much the same, but integrate into the markings of his face, a black expressive line that divides the grey feathers of his body and the dark green of his facial markings. Midnight locks of hair remains in part, but much as turned into a feathery crest that flows back from the top of his head to the base of his skull, and to a much lesser extent in small puffs down his neck and shoulders. Feathered locks do tend to hang over one side though, and on the other a long braid that ends in a feathered puff recalls his once long locks of hair styled in similar fashion.
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Even Falkiev's original skin color, a bronzed and dark tan, has only darkened slightly where it had become the scaling of his underside, from his jaw down his neck to over his chest, belly, and the underside of his tail. Hands remain with five digits, and they all retain much of their articulation and a familiar appearance, with the large exception being their dark blue scaling, black curved claws, and the fact that hid middle digit is now noticeably larger with a large claw on it that seems disproportionate the others.
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After that though, it becomes hard to tell what is still Falkiev, and what is the gene therapy. In his luck he remains bipedal, with much of the same former trappings and body shape, with the obvious addition of a long tapering tail that ends in a fan of black feathers. Along his tail's legnth are silver barred stripes of black and green, with the tip being green in it's entirety, and along the top grey-blue feathers are joined by black spines close to the tip. He stands bipedal, a little straighter then the creatures he was based on, but with more of a curve and a slight forward hunch then a human should. His collarbone and chest remain prominent, but his hips have shifted entirely, tilting to be more horizontal then a human's, and shifting the way his pelvis works. With this, his legs are not almost always bent unless in a sprint, and his normal stance looks almost like a crouch, with a double jointed effect coming in as his knees bend back to heels feathered with green spurs before going down to the rest of his foot, a second 'heel' leading to the actual joints he stands on. One claw pokes raised from the back of his foot, while the other three point forward, with his primary one in a natural position raised above the others. All three of his toes are clawed with black sharp curves, but the raised one bears a much larger razor sharp curve, and the entirety of his legs is scaled in a dark grey-blue.
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Arms remain much unchanged, with a familiar shoulder and elbow joint, though their entire length is feathered now until the hands, and the first segment of the arm is seemingly much short proportionately then a human, though his forelimb seems to not have the same amount of shrinkage to it. Along the outside and back end of it though, more feathers sprout, and much longer then the ones that cover the main part of his arm, seeming to almost form the start of wings in a couple of thick spurts near his hand and then one leading up to and around his elbow before fading away again at his shoulder, and these longer beginnings of flight feathers are black that fade to green at their tips.
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Retaining a neck and a head that are both recognizable, Falkiev's neck does seem longer and more flexible then before, though it is clear that his head is far more reptilian then before, with a much narrower shape and an elongated snout. Thin jaws are lined with sharp teeth and flared nostrils, the former of which hand slightly over his bottom jaw near the back of his mouth. Scaled lips still seem capable of expression and a range of movement though, and if anything are emphasized by the mannger of his markings. A silvery 'skull' of sorts rings his eyes from the back before tracing the top of his mouth with spines upward and then curving around his snout at the top and moving along the top of it until it stops just past the line of his eyes from a profile view. A 'Mask' within this of dark green goes from around his nose back around his eyes and the silver ring to a tapering point on his neck between the brown of his underbelly and the feathering of the top of his body.
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The main other color of Falkiev would be the grey of the feathers that mark the top of his body, and the main section of his arms. From the rop and back of his head down to where his tail begins to stripe he is coated in grey, though it is accented with green on his arms and the back side of his hips. Small black spines run down his back, and along his back grey blue 'stripes' interrupt his green accented grey coat until his tail where the blue becomes entirely dominant. Over his thighs his feathers grow slightly longer, seeming to trail down the scaling of his legs slightly before curving back up. Along his neck a stripe of grey-blue is barred in silver, though this marking can be easily half-hidden amidst his feathered 'hair.'
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Even Falkiev's original skin color, a bronzed and dark tan, has only darkened slightly where it had become the scaling of his underside, from his jaw down his neck to over his chest, belly, and the underside of his tail. Hands remain with five digits, and they all retain much of their articulation and a familiar appearance, with the large exception being their dark blue scaling, black curved claws, and the fact that hid middle digit is now noticeably larger with a large claw on it that seems disproportionate the others.
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After that though, it becomes hard to tell what is still Falkiev, and what is the gene therapy. In his luck he remains bipedal, with much of the same former trappings and body shape, with the obvious addition of a long tapering tail that ends in a fan of black feathers. Along his tail's legnth are silver barred stripes of black and green, with the tip being green in it's entirety, and along the top grey-blue feathers are joined by black spines close to the tip. He stands bipedal, a little straighter then the creatures he was based on, but with more of a curve and a slight forward hunch then a human should. His collarbone and chest remain prominent, but his hips have shifted entirely, tilting to be more horizontal then a human's, and shifting the way his pelvis works. With this, his legs are not almost always bent unless in a sprint, and his normal stance looks almost like a crouch, with a double jointed effect coming in as his knees bend back to heels feathered with green spurs before going down to the rest of his foot, a second 'heel' leading to the actual joints he stands on. One claw pokes raised from the back of his foot, while the other three point forward, with his primary one in a natural position raised above the others. All three of his toes are clawed with black sharp curves, but the raised one bears a much larger razor sharp curve, and the entirety of his legs is scaled in a dark grey-blue.
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Arms remain much unchanged, with a familiar shoulder and elbow joint, though their entire length is feathered now until the hands, and the first segment of the arm is seemingly much short proportionately then a human, though his forelimb seems to not have the same amount of shrinkage to it. Along the outside and back end of it though, more feathers sprout, and much longer then the ones that cover the main part of his arm, seeming to almost form the start of wings in a couple of thick spurts near his hand and then one leading up to and around his elbow before fading away again at his shoulder, and these longer beginnings of flight feathers are black that fade to green at their tips.
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Retaining a neck and a head that are both recognizable, Falkiev's neck does seem longer and more flexible then before, though it is clear that his head is far more reptilian then before, with a much narrower shape and an elongated snout. Thin jaws are lined with sharp teeth and flared nostrils, the former of which hand slightly over his bottom jaw near the back of his mouth. Scaled lips still seem capable of expression and a range of movement though, and if anything are emphasized by the mannger of his markings. A silvery 'skull' of sorts rings his eyes from the back before tracing the top of his mouth with spines upward and then curving around his snout at the top and moving along the top of it until it stops just past the line of his eyes from a profile view. A 'Mask' within this of dark green goes from around his nose back around his eyes and the silver ring to a tapering point on his neck between the brown of his underbelly and the feathering of the top of his body.
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The main other color of Falkiev would be the grey of the feathers that mark the top of his body, and the main section of his arms. From the rop and back of his head down to where his tail begins to stripe he is coated in grey, though it is accented with green on his arms and the back side of his hips. Small black spines run down his back, and along his back grey blue 'stripes' interrupt his green accented grey coat until his tail where the blue becomes entirely dominant. Over his thighs his feathers grow slightly longer, seeming to trail down the scaling of his legs slightly before curving back up. Along his neck a stripe of grey-blue is barred in silver, though this marking can be easily half-hidden amidst his feathered 'hair.'
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[attr="class","p_block"]history
[attr="class","p_post"]Falkiev was graced with the name Lad upon birth, born to a slave mother and father on Citadel, Falkiev's fate as a slave was decided from the start, and he was merely ingrained into the system according to the class of his parents. Trained into a mindset of obedience and made to serve as soon as he could, he was guaranteed shelter, food, and water within the militarized planet, but at the cost of being stripped of all freedoms and allowed little to no choice. Falkiev would never be able to go out and make a life for himself, and his youngest memories are of watching his parents work for their own owners. It made them no less caring or loving, but he would grow up in plain simple clothing, and as soon as he could work he was tasked with chores and menial labor. His mother could offer him little beyond comfort, and even such basic things as education, friends, and play were unknown to him. He was a slave, and slaves worked. Perhaps it sorrowed his parents to see him so quickly adapt and harden to the world. But he would not have the luxury to live with them for all his childhood.
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Falkiev was eleven, though he had long since celebrating birthdays, when he was bought by another family and separated from his family for what was to be a permanent period of time. His mother shed tears, but his father had told him long ago this would happen, and he had been ready for it. It was common practice for young nobles and children of wealthy families to gift a young slave to their child, and thus he was given to a girl two years his junior, to serve as her servant for life. She had been a sickly child, and was weak, a trait looked down upon much, but what she lacked for, they had gotten Falkiev to make up for. Uneducated but swift and strong, he was quiet but obedient, and their servant of choice to help ease the burden and deal with the frail girl so her parents did not have to burden themselves.
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She was not a bad master either, and Falkiev would quickly adapt to the cold and calculating demeanor she presented, finding a sort of odd appreciation for her ambition and resilience. She was intelligent, stoic, serious, and tenacious, and even when the derision of her parents fell upon her and illness plagued her she never gave up. But she was also commanding, and had an inflated view of herself. In the end Falkiev remained quiet, and while he found some similarities in her, or she rubbed off on him some, he lived life day to day, swallowing his own self-esteem to better serve to hers, as was his new place in this world.
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It was perhaps her ambition and pride that led her to treat Falkiev to a gift that not every slave was graced with: education. Wealthy, she was given private tutoring, and at some point Falkiev would find himself beholden to these same lessons as she was, being praised when his cleverness and drive made him her rival or even on rare occasion her superior, and berated when his own previous lack of education and poor ability to read, write, or memorize readings led him to completely fail at more bookish subjects. It was an odd dynamic, and one he never complained about even when forced into long hours of studying just to please her, for he understood it was something not everyone in his position could get, but it was an odd thing of much frustration at time. She was relentless in her push, and he sometimes wondered if this special treatment was not just to use him for show as well, like a well trained pet perhaps.
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But Falkiev took it for what it was. Serving her, cleaning and fetching and cooking for her, he doubled up his duties to also train with her and learn with her, his days busy and full of endless work. Physical exercise, and her more hands on lessons, helped to work this all off, but his life was consumed each day by a new trial, and he slept dreamlessly each night. The passage of time seemed inconsequential. His master would come to have two younger siblings, and both were healthy and hale, soon besting her in physicality despite being a decade her junior, earning them the praise of her parents, and her the ire of being their burden. Still Falkiev was always by her side, and even such discouragement never seemed to phase her for long, though it surely frustrated and drove her.
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Even now Falkiev is not sure if he expected her course of action or not. Physically incapable of ever matching others, she was always unsatisfied, but the option of the game was one she did not talk much about until the moment she decided to join. It was her way of finding her own life, and earning pride from a military family, finding a way to change herself to be stronger and fiercer. The game was a point of pride in Citadel, and in a way perhaps Falkiev had always suspected she had been working towards that with her training, and that it would be an option that was always looming there. But what he hadn't expected was to be given a choice. It had seemed a given that if she joined, he would be forced to as well, to serve his master even within the game.
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Instead she offered Falkiev freedom if he did not want to join her. It was hardly a choice in the end though, and Falkiev could see it. If he were to truly be let free, he would be unemployed, and marked forever by his slavery, trapped on Citadel struggling to live on his own. And even if she said he was free, once she was gone, and with the nature of The Game, never to return, her word would likely hold little to a market always on short supply for more muscle, if her own family didn't just immediately snap him back themselves. Besides... once he was in the game, Falkiev would be truly free, and beginning a new life that he could live from without his birth and class inhibiting him. There were no slaves and masters in the new worlds, only beasts and nature. Even if he went with her, she would no longer control him. It was a certain doom to go, but also a certain chance of new life, of rebirth as a new creature, to survive in a new world.
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Falkiev accepted the chance to enter, and to change the course of his life to his own choosing for the first time.
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Falkiev was eleven, though he had long since celebrating birthdays, when he was bought by another family and separated from his family for what was to be a permanent period of time. His mother shed tears, but his father had told him long ago this would happen, and he had been ready for it. It was common practice for young nobles and children of wealthy families to gift a young slave to their child, and thus he was given to a girl two years his junior, to serve as her servant for life. She had been a sickly child, and was weak, a trait looked down upon much, but what she lacked for, they had gotten Falkiev to make up for. Uneducated but swift and strong, he was quiet but obedient, and their servant of choice to help ease the burden and deal with the frail girl so her parents did not have to burden themselves.
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She was not a bad master either, and Falkiev would quickly adapt to the cold and calculating demeanor she presented, finding a sort of odd appreciation for her ambition and resilience. She was intelligent, stoic, serious, and tenacious, and even when the derision of her parents fell upon her and illness plagued her she never gave up. But she was also commanding, and had an inflated view of herself. In the end Falkiev remained quiet, and while he found some similarities in her, or she rubbed off on him some, he lived life day to day, swallowing his own self-esteem to better serve to hers, as was his new place in this world.
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It was perhaps her ambition and pride that led her to treat Falkiev to a gift that not every slave was graced with: education. Wealthy, she was given private tutoring, and at some point Falkiev would find himself beholden to these same lessons as she was, being praised when his cleverness and drive made him her rival or even on rare occasion her superior, and berated when his own previous lack of education and poor ability to read, write, or memorize readings led him to completely fail at more bookish subjects. It was an odd dynamic, and one he never complained about even when forced into long hours of studying just to please her, for he understood it was something not everyone in his position could get, but it was an odd thing of much frustration at time. She was relentless in her push, and he sometimes wondered if this special treatment was not just to use him for show as well, like a well trained pet perhaps.
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But Falkiev took it for what it was. Serving her, cleaning and fetching and cooking for her, he doubled up his duties to also train with her and learn with her, his days busy and full of endless work. Physical exercise, and her more hands on lessons, helped to work this all off, but his life was consumed each day by a new trial, and he slept dreamlessly each night. The passage of time seemed inconsequential. His master would come to have two younger siblings, and both were healthy and hale, soon besting her in physicality despite being a decade her junior, earning them the praise of her parents, and her the ire of being their burden. Still Falkiev was always by her side, and even such discouragement never seemed to phase her for long, though it surely frustrated and drove her.
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Even now Falkiev is not sure if he expected her course of action or not. Physically incapable of ever matching others, she was always unsatisfied, but the option of the game was one she did not talk much about until the moment she decided to join. It was her way of finding her own life, and earning pride from a military family, finding a way to change herself to be stronger and fiercer. The game was a point of pride in Citadel, and in a way perhaps Falkiev had always suspected she had been working towards that with her training, and that it would be an option that was always looming there. But what he hadn't expected was to be given a choice. It had seemed a given that if she joined, he would be forced to as well, to serve his master even within the game.
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Instead she offered Falkiev freedom if he did not want to join her. It was hardly a choice in the end though, and Falkiev could see it. If he were to truly be let free, he would be unemployed, and marked forever by his slavery, trapped on Citadel struggling to live on his own. And even if she said he was free, once she was gone, and with the nature of The Game, never to return, her word would likely hold little to a market always on short supply for more muscle, if her own family didn't just immediately snap him back themselves. Besides... once he was in the game, Falkiev would be truly free, and beginning a new life that he could live from without his birth and class inhibiting him. There were no slaves and masters in the new worlds, only beasts and nature. Even if he went with her, she would no longer control him. It was a certain doom to go, but also a certain chance of new life, of rebirth as a new creature, to survive in a new world.
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Falkiev accepted the chance to enter, and to change the course of his life to his own choosing for the first time.
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[attr="class","p_post"]Skadi