slave Turia

[Gothic]

Turia

Eighteen | 7th July 56CE| Slave | Cosmetics slave ( | Bisexual | Original | Filiz Ahmet

 

 

Personality.

Turia loves to flatter her clients. Her privileged position within a household depends on her Domina's favour, and she endeavours to keep it. She enjoys her work, highlighting the facial features of women and increasing their beauty. She lives to see their eyes light up at the sight of their reflection. (Completely unaware of the chemicals acting as a poison within the salves). Turia wears two faces. One when she is working; demure, quiet, polite, and dignified. The other? A joker, friendly and happy to chat. Sharing compliments come easy to her, so long as they are genuine, and true.

Her negative traits? She tends to ignore the negative in favour of the positive. She puts her head in the sand if she doesn't want to see things or if she belies she is unable to change them. Turia wholeheartedly believes that if she behaves well, nothing negative will happen to her and 

 

Appearance

Turia stands at 5ft tall. Her skin is an olive complexion with large, dark eyes framed by pretty lashes. Her eyes are lined with kohl to highlight them and her skin is without blemishes. Her nose is a little broad and croked. Her smile is easy and wide. Her body is petite with minimal muscle tone, her legs are of average length, and since her Domina enjoys being surrounded by beautiful things. Her clothing is soft and delicate. 

 

Family

Father: Unknown. Her mother says he was a dashing pirate although Turia believes she is lying. 
Biological Father: Her uncle Ario. 

Mother: Vena, one of her first Owners household slaves. 

Siblings:  
Likely several on her father's side of the family.
On her mother's side, she had five other siblings with a mixed number surviving to adulthood. 

Spouse: N/A.

Children: N/A.

Extended family:

Other:

Name here -- Past Owners, owners of a slave training school. 
Isis - Hair & wig stylist slave (). Best friend and confidante. 

History

Turia was born in 56CE. While her Dominus was kind enough to permit her a childhood with her parents. She was selected to be trained as a cosmetics slave. The training meant she had been trained how to blend in and hide until she was requested, how to mix cosmetics, how to apply them and wigs to the face without causing her clients any issues. (Or getting herself punished in the process.) Turia was an apt pupil, she knew what the struggles would ultimately pay off and prevent her from having a darker fate. The class difference was great between her Domines and herself, they were hesitant to sell her on and unfortunately, their business was the training of slaves and they organised for a private viewing for a noblewoman. Turia ensured she was doing her best possible work. Her fingertips trembled a little, slowly but surely, it was complete. At fifteen she had changed hands for the first time. 

The noblewoman clapped her hands in approval and it was settled. Her ownership was transferred over. Before she would leave to where her fate began. Her old Dominus placed his hands on her shoulders, told her to be a good girl and the gods would be kind of her. She went to the old house, and instantly found herself overwhelmed by the amount of slaves. The wealth the family had was extreme. It took her a while in order to find her footing. Slowly but surely, she made herself useful. The other slaves would test her at first. She found her place within the household. During the celebrations of Saturnalia, she was surprised when the Domina of the household gave her a plate of food, sat her down with a cup of wine, and asked her all about her life while the celebrations went on around them. 

She found it to be rather strange. Soon the confidence and the wine opened her lips -- and her legs. Turia bedded her Domina and enjoyed the experience. After Saturnalia had ended, there was an unspoken bond between the two and Turia soon found herself often in the Domina's bed when her husband had not visited. 

Every so often she could be found in her Domina's retinue as she wandered through the streets of Rome. A small bag ready with items needed to ensure her Domina always looked her best. 

In 74CE, her life is just beginning..

 

 

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