tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-292395222011-04-21T12:51:18.419-05:00Sevanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184875741214417854noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29239522.post-1149411162514217652006-06-04T03:51:00.000-05:002006-06-05T02:57:09.303-05:00<span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Hello, my name is Sevan and I am new in these here parts. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">I'm seventeen and have been a slave for a good part of my life. When I was younger, around the age of three, my father passed away, leaving my mother and I on our own. A couple years passed and my Mom met this man named Mas Kon. They fell in love and got married. Mas Kon has never really liked me and has always treated me unkindly. Then when I was eight my Mom died, leaving me alone. Mas Kon made me his slave.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">As a slave I am to do what my boss wants me to do. But I mainly help out with the prisoners. I bring the prisoners their necessities, such as fresh clothing, food, and water. Right now we have only two. Some guy named Zo-Loc, which he insist I call him Zebb and this cyborg thing that is in the medical bay, unconscious.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold">Alas, I must now leave you, the cyborg thing has awoken. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"><span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"></span></span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29239522-114941116251421765?l=sevanslavegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sevanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13184875741214417854noreply@blogger.com1