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EmmerickReys (*Emmerick, *Reys)
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Male - 44 years old, GOR, United States
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Sexual Orientation: Straight/Heterosexual
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Updated: 2018-03-11 6:04:16 am Viewed 741 times Likes 9

 

 

Emmerick Reys ~ Captain of Port Kar

I have demons, too many to name..

Pirate,Master,Slaver,Ubar

 March 11, claimed Lady_ÅžâscÄ¥å as my woman

I heard a woman scream and saw her, thrown over the shoulder of a laughing pirate, a brawny fellow being carried to one of the galleys. 
"What will be done with her?" whispered a woman, near me, terrified.
"If she is beautiful," said a man near us, "perhaps she will be kept to serve in the stronghold of Policrates. If she is not, perhaps her throat will be cut." 
The woman gasped, her hand at her 

 

Down to the nitty gritty, major details of Emmerick

age 37

height 6'3

weight 179

Son of a Slaver and Ubar

Son of a Panther Girl

Vices; beautiful women, alcohol, kanda, thieving  

(someone recently said those vices make me a scoudrel. -smirks- So be it. I will admit that.)

Personality;  adventurous, passionate, charismatic and charming (when he desires to be), possessive, controlling, firm, observant, dominant, dangerous.

Owner of Emmerick's Holding.

  

carries long sword, short sword, hidden daggers, four bladed dagger (of Anango) rope and collars

 

 

 

Gorean men are not easy with their slaves. They may love them and treat them with great kindness, but they are firm with them, and never compromise the mastery.
Guardsman of Gor

 

 

 

 

"Beauty and intelligence are all well and good," I said, "but the best slave is she who loves most deeply."
Magicians of Gor, page 204

 

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As shown in the quote below ; the devotion and love a FW can have for her Man. 

Where is the collar I took from your throat on the night of the victory feast?" I asked. 
She looked at me, puzzled. "I brought it to the keep," she said. She smiled. "I did not know whether you wished me slave or free." 
"The men will come with weapons," I said. "Where is the collar?" 
She looked at me. "Must I wear it?" she asked. 
"Yes," I said. I did not want her slain, if possible, when the men came. If they thought her a free woman, and mine, she might be swiftly killed, or tortured and impaled. 
She found the collar. 
"Put it on," I told her. 
"Is there so little hope?" she asked. 
"Put it on," I said to her. "Put it on."
"No," she said. "If you die, I am willing to die beside you, as your woman.” 
Port Kar does not recognize the Free Companionship, but there are free women in the city, who are known simply as the women of their men. 
"Are you my woman?"- I asked. 
"Yes," she said. 
"Then," I said, "obey me." 
She smiled. "If I must be collared," she said, "let it be at the hand of my Ubar." 
I placed the collar on her throat, and kissed her. In her tunic I saw, concealed, a small dagger. 
"Would you fight with this?" I asked, taking it from her.
"I do not wish to live without you!" she cried. 
I threw the dagger to one side. She wept in my arms. "No," I said, "life is what is important. It is life that is important. Life." 
Collared, she wept in my arms.
Weary, I fell asleep. 

Raiders of Gor Page 295 

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