Chloe Malin-sala

Age: 32

Personality: Harsh, caring of fellow slaves, secretive, sweet once you get to know her, seemingly independent, cold

Lives: Isles- Pizzleti

Job: "Witch" for hire/spiritual aid

Sexuality: Demi

Family: those still in slavery

Friends: Livien(childhood friend from old master), Corin , Hoko , Vardan

Love: Cordelia

Apprentices: ______

Likes: meditating, practicing rituals, treasure hunting on beach, playing in water, reading, teaching, spending time with slave children

Dislikes: working on farm, heat, being interrupted, people messing with stuff, loud noises, masters treating slaves cruelly

Bio TAKE 2: I was born into the cruel world of slavery. As a child I worked on a small farm, in the scolding heat. One day I met my master's daughter. She didn't know my insignificance nor her power over me. We quickly became friends and she had me moved to the house for work. There she taught me to read and write.

 Another day we decided to play on her beach. There we found a stone tablet with an interesting language written on it. I took the stone to a traveler Master was having over and they read it to me, translating each word. That stone would be the stepping plate to my future. It was covered in traditions never heard of and remedies never made. 

 My friend and I decided to test out what was written. We made each remedy successfully and began praying to the goddesses above exactly how the stone told us. Bad luck struck as my friend's parents found out about our prayers and accused me of corrupting their daughter. The very next day I was shipped away and never saw my friend again.

Several times I was passed around for my "witchcraft". Soon masters stopped buying me due to my bad fortune. The auctioneer I was left with beat me and abused me in ways I never want to think of again. But thankfully all my prayers to the goddesses above were not unheard. 

One morning I awoke to find the auctioneer dead next to me. With his death I was free. I ran out of that house as quick as I could and didn't stop till the sun had set. I was exhausted and stumbled upon a property unfamiliar to me. This property was a large farm with many slaves working on it. Couple of the slaves set down their tools and looked at me wary. I collapsed soon after.

When I awoke, I was in a bed, a very nice bed. I was wearing very nice clothing. I tried to get up, only to find I was chained to the bed. A female slave came to check one me, and when she found I was awake, went to fetch her master. A man with blue hair walked in the room. He introduced himself in a very polite and charming way. When I asked about the chain he claimed it was for protection in case I was a criminal or dangerous. He sat down on the bed next to me and began asking me questions such as who I was and how did I get here. I answered them truthfully and did something I never thought I'd do. I looked that man dead in the eyes and said "I'm a free person. I've earned my right to live as I wish and will never take orders again." . I don't know what came over me, but he didn't seem to mind. He unlocked my chains and simply nodded before asking me what I would do next.

What would I do next? I was free, but what did that mean? I didn't quite know. This man must've noticed I was confused and offered to let me stay with him till I figured it out. This man was very kind, or so I thought. I began talking to the slaves around the house and they all had their own stories. The more I listened the more I grew to dislike this man, but I never revealed my distaste to him. 

After a week word of my "witchcraft" reached the ears of the master. He began to bother me any chance he had about my craft. At first I explained but the more he asked the more tired I grew. Before long he began telling others about me and started bringing guests over. I started feeling used once more and started planning my escape. That is... until she came.

She was of the same age as me. Her familiar color scheme was comforting to look at. She looked completely different, and yet, she was the exact same. My friend from my childhood was now a wealthy noble who had heard of my craft and took up the master's offer to come see me in action. When our eyes met for the first time in years it felt like we were children again. I stood up and told the master that I would be leaving the next day. That I was wanting to return home with my friend. I still remember the soft smile that spread across her face as tears began to form in her eyes.

The next day I did exactly what I said my packed up. I thanked the master for letting me stay with him, in my mind praying I would never return. Me and my friend went back to her place to catch up. I've stayed with her ever since. I now sell my remedies and offer training in the ancient arts. Everyday I make food for my friend who I now call my love.