Backstory

Gwen was born to a Noble family in the middle of Blackwatch. They ran a slave operation, and made a fortune and a half from it. Enough to move to the Capital and away from the controversy, anyways. There, they stayed much more comfortably among their own kind, not having to worry much about any of the outside races. Gwen grew up believing this, learning it, breathing it. She was better than them. There was no dispute. When she was of age, she went and did her military time, and her beliefs were cemented in her mind as truths. But she found something else out. Not only was the torture and murder of the lesser races necesssary, it was fun. She enjoyed plucking gems from still breathing bodies, tears falling from people's faces. The thrill of battle and domination gave her a rush unlike anything she'd ever known before. She stayed another year in the miltary, when the rush finally faded and work became boring and monotonous.

Gwen returned home, demanded a separate house, and a number of slaves. She was 'making her own way'. It turned out 'her own way' was making the 30 or so slaves she brought with her fight amongst themselves for favors like food, clothes, a comfortable place to sleep at night. It was a very different rush than what she had experienced during war, but it was still enough to give her excitement. Who would come out on top? Of course, she interefered. Dropping hints, kissing in secret, whispers muttered in the halls. It was amazing. This continued on for a few months relatively harmlessly until the 'game' took a different turn. She gathered up all her slaves and informed them that their status now meant the difference between living with her in this mansion, or staying out on the street, turned loose to the captors and owners looking to own a peice of living furniture. frantic looks were shared. Tears were spilled. Gwen loved every second of it. 30 got whittled down to 15, which was whittled to 5. They got to stay with her, and she deemed them worthy of being considered relatively equal. After all, they earned it. They were given jobs and wages, looser leashes, allowed to roam around the capitol under Gwen's name.

After the first round was over, she took a break and turned to things a lady would do. Fencing, sewing, boredom. She started a new round of her game, dubbing it 'The Reap' this time. The cycle continued, the winners of the previous round forbidden from talking to any of the 'contestants'. She repeats this every few months, taking slaves, eliminating them, and then keeping a handful. She finds it fun. Not all her slaves are for this purpose, though. She has show pets, some for breeding, all kept in a separate house. but this one, this one was for The Reap. Gwen's not going to let up anytime soon, and this is her way of contributing to the empire. After all, what's a worthless slave to anyone?