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People often speak from places of hurt, and in that hurt, they may feel justified in the way they describe others. But feeling wronged does not always make the telling true. Words can be shaped by emotion as much as by fact. What is said about someone does not define what actually is. There are always two sides to every story, and truth is rarely found in a single voice alone.

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Rapture, the one and Only.
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I changed my name back to Rapture Enchantment because someone attempted to take my store identity. They renamed themselves “Rapture” and began presenting themselves as me, even taking customers in the process. When questioned, they claimed they had to change their name, but the intent was clear. The moment I became aware of it, I moved quickly to correct it and reclaim my place. My name, my work, and my customers are not something that can simply be replaced.
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◆ ✦ ◆ An adendum to my story is below ◆ ✦ ◆

I'm a creator. Please check my Picks for my newest releases!
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My story is in my picks along with some other details. Find it yourself.

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• CUSTOMERS: Do not use derogatory or demeaning language toward me, These are not acceptable in OOC communication or directed at me.
• All roleplay must remain in character and in appropriate RP channels only.
• I have a name — Rapture. Please use it when addressing me OOC.
• Respectful communication is expected at all times, especially from customers.
• If i'm in a RP area, and you IM me or I, IM you, please keep OOC. I am not a slave in rl, PLEASE DO NOT treat me as if I am.

Respect is a two-way street. Any form of disrespect, harassment, or boundary violation will result in removal of access to my store and services without further discussion.

Thank you for your understanding.
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✦Taurus — soft in spirit yet unshakable in will; when pushed, the Bull awakens, fierce and divine, fully aware of their worth.✦ Taurus Woman. Peaceful until Pushed, then the Storm lasts forever. You've been warned. As it says here: [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c6tvvY00Q50&t=322s I'm a Taurus]

Everyone seems to have theme songs, here are mine:
[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gjeIJBJ-yww&list=RDgjeIJBJ-yww&start_radio=1 I'm Blessed] [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eqy_35Wwu-8&list=RDgjeIJBJ-yww&index=7 I AM]

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If you take anything out of my profile to use for RP, that is metagaming. It won't be allowed, and you do not know me because you recognize my name. Every piece of info in my picks is OOC. You do not get to use it for RP, or for identifying who I am. Everything must be discovered ICLY! You're not a magician, and derendering my clothing does not allow you to see who I am either. Sable is on a hiatus. The Character story is shelved.
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Learn everything ICLy, don't be a tag reader - my Profile is all OOC knowledge. If you are mean to me OOCly for *any* reason, consider this your only warning. I will mute you and you do NOT get 2nd chances to correct your behavior. ALSO DO NOT USE your OOC feelings toward me IC! --
Some more details in my First Life Tab.
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METAGAMING DO'S AND DON'TS:
I do not read everyone's Picks or Profile, do not assume I've read yours. If you have something you do not want to experience in RP, put it in (( )) but keep it short! Other then that if its something that is BTB that I'm doing, expect me to do it, even if its a personal preference of yours. If I read something in a profile, and then RP'd that, that would be called 'Metagaming,' I am not a metagamer. I prefer to do "everything' By The Book.
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IF I knew you in a past life, I hope that we can meet again, and renew old friendships & acquaintances.
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If you met me as a FW, I was fully clothed, hooded, veiled, you never saw my face, ever. You would then NOT ever recognize me if you saw me as anything else. I may have changed the way I talk or you may not have heard me. Recognizing someones eyes is not possible, using that as a medium to claim that you recognize them and shouting out their current name which you were never told is METAGAMING! I will claim ANY AND ALL RP with you invalid at that point.
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My Profile is ALL OOC knowledge.
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Strong suggestion about me. Do not talk shit about me behind my back --- it WILL get back to me. I'm not some little nobody, no matter how often you tell yourself that. I am a Somebody, and consider this, when I find out who is talking shit about me? you will be dealt with, in one way or another. And it won't be pretty.
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I have been in Gor for 29 years now. I began in Yahoo Messenger chat Gor, went to IRC, was there till 2009, then came to SL. I've been to GNC Gor, VoodooChat Gor, WebMaze Gor, Palace Chat Gor, and many other places. My Favorite was IRC, till I discovered Second Life. I've been here ever since.
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PLEASE Be patient, my RL can often be intense.
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Ultimately, we are here to write stories that entertain each of us, so that said, lets do that with patience, RESPECT, understanding, common sense & compassion. - (some of this was borrowed from another)
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Also, don't make the mistake that i am helpless.
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AMENDED PROFILE STORY DUE TO RECENT EVENTS:
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Night still clung to Turia when the Killer came for Rapture...entering without sound..... without hesitation...as though the darkness itself had opened before him. Before she could fully wake within the kajirae quarters..cords bound wrists & ankles with practiced precision... long dark hair gathered between parted lips becoming her gag...soft..humiliating..inescapable. Then he leaned near enough for the command to settle into her like iron. “You are to be silent.” She was kajira...& so she obeyed.

There had been no farewell to the Court of the Black Caste Brotherhood within Turia..... no plea offered...no attempt to flee the shadows she had served for nearly two hundred years. Long before many living men first took black steel into hand...Rapture had already belonged to the silence of the Black Caste...enduring through shifting cities..broken alliances...& generations of men like a dark silken thread woven quietly through the history of Gor itself. Yet it was not the first time fate had torn her life away & placed her elsewhere.

Only a short time before..... she had awakened stripped from the collar of the Master she had loved..... taken from him so completely that the ache of it still lingered quietly beneath soft skin & lowered lashes alike. No farewell then either..... no explanation..... only the cold realization that one life had ended while another had already begun around her. Now it happened once more..... though this time no mystery lingered behind it. An Assassin had openly come for her beneath cover of darkness.

Carried from Turia beneath the night sky..... she had been secured firmly across the saddle of a waiting tarn..... bound carefully so she could neither fall nor flee. Before flight..... the Killer wrapped her within a heavy black cloak..... shielding soft tanned skin & bound form alike from the brutal cold of the high winds. Then the tarn rose..... wings devouring distance as Turia vanished far beneath them.

No challenge followed her taking..... no blade of the Black Caste rose in pursuit..... no outrage whispered itself through hidden caste paths. It was as though her removal had long since been permitted before the Killer ever entered the kajira quarters. The journey stretched across days..... from tarn-back..... to shipboard passage..... always silent..... always watched. He fed her by his own hand alone..... gave water the same way..... every action carrying measured control & purpose. He was of the Assassins Caste..... disciplined..... absolute..... moving not with personal desire..... but with the cold certainty of one carrying out a will already decided beyond himself.

Somewhere within the silence surrounding the journey lingered the unmistakable sense that Priest Kings themselves had stirred the board. The Priest Kings had willed this girl moved..... & so she was carried across sky & sea like a living piece upon the vast game of Kaissa..... taken from the shadows of Turia..... delivered toward whatever purpose awaited her within Var Kor.

At last the voyage ended. Near the compound gates..... the Killer laid her carefully upon a dark blanket..... bindings still exact..... hair still holding silence between soft lips. Upon her rested a simple message pinned beneath the mark of a black dagger.

“A Prize for the taking. One Rapture within.”

Then he vanished back into the night..... leaving behind only the echo of his command.

It was there that Kage found her. He paused at the gates..... the scent of sea..... leather..... & distant travel lingering around the bound kajira. His gaze lowered first to the dagger mark..... then to the girl herself..... studying the deliberate craft of the bindings.

“A delivery,” he murmured quietly. “Not taken. Given.”

Stepping closer..... he examined her with measured calm..... recognizing the unmistakable hand of a trained Killer.

“Whoever brought you knew the craft… and chose this place for a reason.”

Then his voice lifted toward the compound behind him.

“Mine. Take her in. See she is settled… carefully.”

His gaze returned once more toward the silent kajira lying before him.

“You are heard… even in silence.”

Around them..... the stillness of Var Kor slowly stirred awake..... while Rapture remained exactly as she had been delivered..... silent..... bound..... & carried fully into a fate no longer her own.


(My Story was accepted by Kage. His story was added to mine, for my continuation.)


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Quotes I like from the books of John Norman:
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yes, very red lips; the movement of her exquisite body was a torment to observe; she looked at me with a slight smile, regarding the black of the tunic, the mark of the dagger; her lips were full and magnificently turned, probably a characteristic bred into her; I had no doubt this black-haired, cruelly beautiful woman was a bred Passion Slave. She was one of the most rawly sensuous creatures on which I had ever looked.
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"Her face was incredibly delicate, and her lips. Her face was extremely sensitive, and feminine. It was a face on which emotion could be easily read. Her lip was swift to tremble, her eyes swift to moisten, filling with bright tears. Her feelings were easily hurt, a valuable property in a slave girl. Too, she could not control her feelings, another excellent property in a slave girl. Her feelings, vulnerable, deep, exploitable, in her expressions and on her face, betrayed her, exposing her to men, and their amusement, as helplessly as her stripped beauty. They made her more easily controlled, more a slave."
Tribesmen of Gor, Pg. 104
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Goreans, in their simplistic fashion, often contend, categorically, that man is naturally free and woman is naturally slave. But even for them the issues are more complex than these simple formulations would suggest. For example, there is no higher person, nor one more respected, than the Gorean free woman. Even a slaver who has captured a free woman often treats her with great solicitude until she is branded.
Hunters of Gor Book 8 Page 311
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