Alexander looked out the picture-window. His cross-legged position on the window-seat made his feet, and the bottom half of his legs numb over a period of time. He knew he had to stretch, and suffer the pins and needles. He did so on an almost-daily basis, but every time-- "God dammit." He hissed, as he strode to the door. "I suppose it's about time for the slave-shop to open."
Age: As old as the moon and stars themselves.
Race: Fallen Star
Short bio: Estrela is a fallen star. She's not sure why she fell, but she desperately wants to get back to her sisters. Ever since she fell on Earth, she's been hunted down for her power; she can grant wishes but only one every twenty-four hours. She finally found refuge with a travelling group, but that quickly ended after they were ransacked by the slavers. Very few know that Estrela is a star, the slavers don't even know it for she will not speak to them.
Her wish granting is not just someone saying 'I wish...' They must know her name and be prepared to sacrifice something special to them.
The girl did have potential and a bad attitude the male thought to himself with a laugh she was trying to be so fearless it was sad to see a slave like her in a cage it had to be killing her he thought with a half smile reading the decription on her card it said she was some kind of demon or some thing maby thats where she got her anger from. getting back up on his feet he spoke to the girl once more "So to answer your stupid question you should tell me about yourself when i tell you to do some thing your nothing but a slave in a cage and if you want out of this place you might want to play nice." the vampire replied as he walked over to the cage beside her inside was a rather younge looking girl who looked oddly nicely dressed for a slave curious he looked down at her cage before speaking "Hello you look happy in there why dont you tell me a little about yourself and maby you will be able to get out of there today." he said with a smirk.
Estrela groaned softly, the pain in her neck jarring her awake. She'd been trapped in this blasted cage for weeks now, away from her sisters and the sky she loved. She couldn't even look up and see them. Estrela sat up and hugged her knees to her chest, pulling the hem of her dress down to cover them. It's not enough that I fall, but I also have to be used as a slave to these damn earth dwellers. She narrowed her icy blue eyes. They always were a greedy bunch, wanting more than they could have. She thought venomously.
Estrela peered through the bars of her cage, witnessing the despair of almost all of the other slaves except for a few. She sighed and lowered her legs to sit Indian style with her dress laid out nicely over her legs. Their cries of woe were starting to irk her. No one ever said stars were a caring sort; that was what the angels were for.
Qirza kept quiet for a moment before she saw the male speaking to the girl next to her and she scoffed out loud before chuckling to herself.
"Say the same thing to any slave huh? What a pathetic male you are."
For some reason she felt like she wanted to anger this male creature, maybe she was part demon, but right now she didn't care she wanted to see what he would do. Besides if he bought her she could always find a way to escape him. Qirza just had a feeling she wanted to anger this male to see what he could do.
Valeane looked up at someone staring at her. He seemed to have the way out, but she didn't believe his attitude. And everyone else was complaining. "I don't think I should be talking to strangers..." Valeane said, burying her face in her knees. There had to be someone else she could talk to, maybe someone who wouldn't pay attention to her looks.
Looking back at the first slave the vampire frowned was she really trying to argue with him behind bars that was funny if she was so tough how did she end up in this shop he thought with a smirk the shop keeper must have goten a good bunch this time he thought with a smile as he sat between the cages not really having any thing else to do that day so picking out his new slaves could take as long as he wanted "You have a bad temper for some one stuck behind a cage? what makes you think i should address any of you any different your all just slaves right?" he said with a frown his father normall drained the slaves they had around the house and killed them off before they could be around very long so he never really had the chance to get to know any of them or to even care about any of them getting close to them was pointless when his father just killed them all before they were around to long but, now he had his own place and maby he could be a bit nicer to the slaves they did do alot more work and went through alot more than he ever had to. Then again his father told always told him growing up that if your to soft on them they will just rebel against you and run away with a sigh he figured his father was right what slave would stick around if they could escape maby his lack of blood was messing with his thoughts. "Can I ask your name ?" he tried
Age-Very old but appaears to be 17
Race-Vampire half blood
Short bio-Magdelaine was a vampire princess who was born in japan but raised in Russia. She had much hidden power which was powerful enough to destroy the world so she was always handled with care. Suddenly one night when she was very young the mansion was attacked by hunters who seeked to kill the young half blood. Her mother raced into the bowels of the mansion and puts her daughter to sleep and places her in a crystal like coffin and teleports the coffin away. The next night most of the vampire nobels hear of this murder and the dissapearance of their daughter. Where she was teleported was a shop that held slaves. It was there she was dicovered and carried into the shop and the coffin was set in a giant cage. As the years went by the coffin began to break apart which showed she was closer to awakening. To this day she remains asleep but the time apparoches for her to awaken...
She looked at him. "Excuse me? Address me how you will but while behind bars I'm not obligated to talk to you. she said. He seemed to be a bit stern. Valeane was telling herself that there was no way he would take her. Or maybe he would, but she hoped he wouldn't. "My name is Valeane. Valeane Lorelei. I'm a fallen angel.[/colo]" she said, wiping a tear from her eyes.
Estrela watched the vampire boy as he stood between the two fallen angel's cages. It seemed as though he were trying to decide which one to buy. The red-winged angel seemed angry, while the other seemed depressed; she kept whining about vanity or something like that. Estrela heaved a sigh and rolled her eyes. What a ridiculous thing to be cast out for. She propped her elbows on her legs and cradled her chin as she watched the scene play out before her. Perhaps they'll get into fight over him. She thought sarcastically.
Estrela sighed again and adjusted her sitting position, the bars starting to dig into her back uncomfortably. She would never be comfortable in a cage. I need to be back in the clouds. She thought grimly. Her last memory of her former life consisted of watching her home as she fell away from it, the wind screaming in her ears.
Qirza glared at him and straightened herself as much as she could in the blasted cage before she heard him speak.
"I am Qirza. And the only reason I am in here is because of my banishment."
She still frowned at the male though it seemed he didn't get mad too easily, besides it seemed it was a bit fun to fight with the other. Perhaps she was part demon though she was doubting it, she was an angel through and through, but then why did she not know her own father. She heard the girl next to her saw she was a fallen angel and this made her look in surprise before she gribbed the bars of hers.
Name- Alian Turner
Short bio- Previously the daughter of the mayor of the small forest town Ferfet, Alian had grown up with some wealth and plenty of slaves. Fairy slaves, especially, were considered quite rare and exotic so Alian had turned to fairy hunting once she came of age. On one such adventure the hunter became the prey and Alian was sold into slavery. For now.
So maybe she should've paid more attention to her father when he'd warned her slavers had been in the forest. And it may have done her some good to have paid more attention to the strange tracks she'd found, instead of assuming they were hunters. She could've listened to her companion, the portly Mr. Hendricks, when he'd said he thought he'd heard someone moving behind them as opposed to brushing off his concern as paranoia (which, to be fair, was something he could be accused of quite often).
Ali had fought hard to escape but three fully grown men against one young woman was hardly a fight and she'd been trussed and tossed into the back of a carriage, swearing loudly and demanding freedom. Blindfolded for three days, Ali had spent most of it dozing and plotting her escape and eventual revenge. The blindfold had been removed and Ali had found herself where she sat now: a tiny, boring cell surrounded by other slaves.
Itching at the collar they'd put on her, Ali had said little and ate less, the remnants of a black eye still fading from her cheek. The injury from when she'd been captured was a boon - no one wanted a disagreeable slave. To her initial surprise, a great many of the slaves had been angels and Ali was shocked to discover she was one of the only human slaves in the joint. She wouldn't have been surprised if this had been a place she'd traded slaves with before.
Magdelaine's mind felt as if she had been floating in pure darkness for who knows how long. She could barely remember what had happened. She had no idea how long she had been asleep. She wondered if it was still the year 1548. She had no idea if she she was still in russia or if her family was still alive. Thinking of that triggered a memory. Before she fully blacked out she could see that her mother was gunned down before she was fully teleported. The sadness of this memory angered her. Out side her mind her physical body was crying slightly and the coffin began to lose more crystal shards