~*brat*~ is a tiny, but strong, blonde headed girl. she has the most unique sparkling deep blue eyes..a family trait. ~*brat*~ rarely says much at all, and when she's does is very soft spoken. she is wild, very strong willed and a free spirit, with the most enchanting grin. she seems to be uneducated, her English crude. she seldom speaks of her past, and if she does, its to one she trusts with her very life...literally.

hers is a story of a baby girl, born to royalty, her father King of a grand and distant land. she was the essence of perfection, with the exception of a tiny pink birthmark on her inner thigh, a marking of the royal family. she was a child reared properly and given all the opportunities. she was quick thinking, exceptionally intelligent and educated to be the princess of a great Land. she grew into a graceful,and stunning beauty, with a kind, and compassionate heart...Until one fate filled day of her 16th summer.

The castle was attacked, and Her father overthrown. An Evil Gorean Tyrant took possession of her home...Though she fought bravely and with all her might, the young princess was bound and gagged. she was helpless. she never knew what became of her parents. she awoke never to see her family again. she was forced into slavery as personal slave to the One Who took everything from her. He was cruel, and He enjoyed toying with the Kings daughter.

she spent much of the next year grieving for her family. Chained and fighting her her very life, she was beaten for His entertainment and used for His pleasure. She fought Him like a wildcat and her hatred grew for this Man with each passing day. once she got control of her anger, her hatred and her grief for her lost family, she started using her wit. her spirit never broke, in all those long, horrid days and she began to plan.

Much to the Tyrants delight, she began to submit to His will. she gave in to His instruction, biding her time. He was certain He had broken her spirit, and quite pleased with himself. One day, He finally made the mistake. He ordered His servants to leave them alone for the first time ever. she didn't hesitate, she took her opportunity. As He came to bind her wrists, she turned the cuffs on Him, and with lightening quick speed, she took His dagger, put it to His throat and bound Him to the very rings He intended to chain her to.

she fled as He shouted threats of revenge, and promises to see her dead for what she's done. she quickly gathered up the only thing she could, her mothers music box. she fled the castle naked, in sheer terror. she was alone for the first time in her life, leaving behind the only home she'd ever known, never to look back. she scaled the rough stone wall in the darkness of midnight, certain death awaited below, should she have slipped from that wall. she never hesitated, preferring death to life, if it meant here, with Him. When her feet finally touched the earth below, she ran...and ran.

she did not stop running, until she collapsed in utter exhaustion, in a meadow as mornings sun rose, far from those castle walls. she awoke many hours later, in the midday sun to find herself lost and alone, naked save the horrid leather collar still about her neck. her mothers music box was still clutched tight in her hands, inside where a few precious memories, and her mothers jeweled dagger. she sat there, in that meadow, with the sun basking her skin, listening to the melody it played and thinking. she tried to block out The Tyrants harsh threats. she knew in His World of Gor certain death awaits for what she's done. she knew He meant every word, should He ever find her, He will see her dead.

When she finally rose from the ground in that meadow hours later, she took her mothers dagger and put it to her throat...coming to terms with what fate might have befallen her family, and what her future might hold...she sliced the Tyrants ko-lar from her delicate throat and let it fall to the ground.

she strapped her mothers dagger to her thigh with the remnants of the leather ko-lar and gathered up her music box. Drying her tears, she wandered into the forest, using only her wits, for she had little else. she made crude traps, and bows and arrows with her dagger. she learned to survive, though barely at times, alone in the forest, becoming a wild and free spirit. she managed to feed and clothe herself with what game she could catch or kill. Then one day, she met Azah in the forest. she was terrified, not having seen another human in so long. she feared Azah might hunt her for Him.

Azah and ~*brat*~ became good friends, and in time she began to trust. Azah took her into her camp and gave her a new home. A camp in the forest not far from a new Castle, the Castle Beware. Eventually, she shared her story with Azah, one of the only to have ever heard the entire tale.

Though she fears very little, ~*brat*~ stays hidden for the most part, drawing little attention to herself. ~*brat*~ just wants to play and have fun! she has no desire to ever be found by Him. she isn't a warrior as the Taluna of Azah's camp, but she has learned their skills, and she wont hesitate to capture ANY Master who threatens her or one of her friends.