Oceta
Race: Human
Date of Birth: 13 Years Old. [7, Cylus, 706]
Marks: None
Factions Joined: None
Languages Spoken: TFluent= Common
Appearance
Oceta is a thirteen year old girl with nothing but the somewhat ragged clothes she wears on her back and the worn shoes along her frame. Either of these clothes are never usually replaced unless handed down by another slave, and or if the one wearing those clothes has died. Typically the latter. Seeming to be clothes perhaps made from burlap like the bags of potatoes. Other than the bare necessities of what covers her for some small bit of decency, or perhaps maintaining her dignity, there rests a leather collar around her neck with an iron lock that jingles with every step. It is small, and digs ever so softly into her throat, not as a punishment, but so that she would always remember what she is, a simple slave. The constant fact her neck can never get used to the boundary constantly reminds of her of the current position, and therefore keeps her docile in her forced captivity service. There are no other clothes that the poor girl owns, not that she would feel much better wearing them.
She is lithe, agile, and small. Standing at an even 5'0", one may find that this child is one that isn't used to the harshness of great physical labor, but instead that of a more fast and dexterous nature. Years of working in the craftsman's shop and kitchens has proven to make the girl particularly deft and dainty of hand, but lacking so much so the muscle and power of slave fighters or those more accustomed to other physical labors. In addition, she has a sickly gait about her as she often has sunken eyes and a chronic cough that leaves her stared upon and viewed poorly. While she eats decently, she is still deemed skinny, perhaps even wiry compared to some other slaves. She has no marks and or brands upon her frame, for she has always been an obedient slave without need for such a mark, though often the threat of brand has been made prevalent, and or the scars of whips along one's back for a rebellious slave. Her skin lay a fair white, for she does not often toil in the hotness of the sun or the sweltering of the heated season.
She has a sharp chin, button nose, and soft effeminate textures about this age. Her hair while long is course, often messy, oily, and glints in the sun. Very rarely is her hair cut, and very rarely again does it appear very well cared for, often a bit wild with little means or care of maintaining it. There would be nobody to care about such manners. Her eyes are soft cerulean orbs with a look of docile compliance, and very seldom happiness radiating from them when times are good. While one looks at Oceta, one could consider her boring in terms of appearance. She has yet to firmly develop the womanly attributes that attracts men to the calling of debauchery. Other than her girlish face and her long hair, she lacks the effeminate curves, the supple ass, nor the voluptuous breasts that men look for in order to pleasure themselves, and for that, it is mostly a mercy from whatever deity may be watching over her. While she may not be the cleanest slave present, nor the best looking, nor the healthiest, she still has potential due to her youth. Value.