Haleem

Atma

• Self

  Name:
  
  Haleem Mahadar. 'Mahadar' serves as an identifying title telling from which colony he was bred from (Mahar) and to what specialty he'd been trained into (Dahr)
  
  
  Gender:
  
  Male. When he turned twelve he was castrated. Penis remains but testes were removed cleanly with no gross mutilation.
  
  
  Age:
  
  Twenty-five.
  
  
  Species:
  
  Oryx. Upon castration his title switched from 'bull' or 'buck' to strictly 'havier'.
  
  
  Height:
  
  Six-foot-one
  
  
  Weight:
  
  It varies.
  
  
  Build:
  
  His castration was timed specifically to allow for hormones to remain in his system just long enough for him to reach a good, vertical size. Due to the lack of testosterone in his body he is completely devoid of the harsh, structured shape that someone usually equates with being male. His body is long and lean, with edges softened. He has some-what broad shoulders and a slim, narrow hip. Legs are lengthy, as are arms, and neck a slender column. To look just upon his face it would be difficult to tell if her were a fine-featured man, or a handsome woman. Hid hands are long-fingered, dexterous and his legs end in delicate, cloven hooves. Tail is relatively short, maxing about eight or nine inches, and tufted with curly black hair, the same as what is on his head. Haleem's horns never received the dose of testosterone they needed in order to grow hugely long and robust. Instead they are thin and narrow with a minor curve and sturdy roots. Unlike antlers his horns do not drop every year.
  
  
  Coloration:
  
  Shades of black and white and most in between. Settled on a monochrome array, his patterning is striking, especially over the bold black-and-white lines over his face. Mane and tail are dark whilst eyes are a flinty grey.
  
  
  Expression:
  
  Impassive. Flat. Unbending. No matter what he is thinking (or what YOU think he's thinking) his expression never changes. It holds no infliction. You can beat him, you can scream at him, you can reveal that your privates are actually a mess of squiggly tentacles, but unless you order him to emote, he will not.
  
  
  Likes:
  
  Reading, writing, translating. Serving. Anything he it told to like.
  
  
  Dislikes:
  
  Being inactive, being dirty. Anything he is told to dislike.
  
  
  Orientation:
  
  Slaves don't have the right nor the status to pick their bed-partners..
  
  
  Diet:
  
  Strictly veggies.
  
  
  Status: High-level slave. Unowned.