☆ P E A C E ☆ ★ ★Original design by: Beauket
Peace was born to a pair of outlaw Dreamies on the edge of society. Her mother, also a third-eye type, died in childbirth. Her father, an escaped slave from the ruthless human cities fell prey to illness only a few short years later, leaving Peace to be raised by cutthroats, thieves, rogue mages and mercenaries.
Though her father's band first attempted to sell her, they found the coin offered for such an unusual Dreamy with such a bad temperament was not worth the effort and eventually trained her in their ways. She worked the streets, dancing for coin when she could and stealing in the bazaars and marketplaces when she couldn't.
By the age of thirteen, she had traveled halfway around the known world, visited a dozen completely different civilizations, learning their customs, dances and languages. But it wouldn't last. Eventually, the little band made their way to a Human city under Elven occupation, hoping that the soldiers from the wealthy Elven nations would have more coin.
Unfortunately for Peace, the Elves had introduced an policy banning "slave races" such as Ogres, Orcs,and Dreamies from wandering the streets without a mark of ownership. It wasn't long before Peace was captured and put on the auction block. She was sold to an upscale burlesque house, where her skill at dancing would be put to use entertaining their high class clientele.
It was also there that she was trained in the physical arts - everything from how to please a man (or woman) to how to hide a knife or kill a man in silence. For two years she trained and served here, until one day the burlesque house was raided by military police and she found herself yet again on the auction block.
A small Dreamy approached her - a curious little thing with a long tail and horns atop his head. He looked at her strangely, and then she felt the eye in the center of her forehead grow warm. It wasn't a spoken sentence or a written word so much as a very specific feeling that was now intruding into her mind. His orange eyes knew that she understood, and she nodded, hopping down from the block, still in manacles.
"He does not wish to be sold to a brothel. I forbid this." she said to the boy's owner - a plump man who had approached behind the little green Dreamy.
She could see his mind working, and another feeling began to worm its way into her mind: He thinks I will be useful now. He will buy you.
He smiled up at her, and although her face showed no emotion, she was intrigued. It was the beginning of a very interesting partnership.