Santeria
I know not how old I am or how long that I have been a slave. From what they told me as a child, I was born into this life of blood and flesh and chains, and for that I hate my very existence and curse the parents that gave me this life. Living from day to day is how I survive the nightmare that is my life, fighting to survive from one day to the next in the pits that the slavers throw me to. Ever since I was able to walk, they started training me in the ways of fighting so I could earn them a profit when I became old enough to toss to the underground fighting ring. Day after day I fight because I must in order to survive the ring and so as not to be whipped by the masters that hold me captive. The day that I became a woman, the slave masters found another use for me to sell my body off to those who wanted me in their bed, though that didn't continue for very long after the third man to try and bed me got more than he bargained for. The slavers soon found out that I had a new and devastating power that I could use against any person who got close to me and I most definitely found new and creative ways to try and escape my captivity. After having burned the flesh off of a few of the guards in several attempts to escape with in the recent years, the slavers finally figured that it was just easier to leave me to starve to death or wait for a new slave buyer to come along and take me off of their hands. Either way, I still sat, chained up in my cell with a steel gag wrapped around my head since I could burn any cloth I wished to away from my body, and burn anything I wished from anyone who was stupid enough to get to close to me. Though starving me to death would never happen as the slavers kept me chained and away in my cage as I waited for whoever dared to purchase me from the slavers or rescue me from this horrid life. Either way, I cared no longer for what happened to me since I was to remain here until the next person came across me.
((She's actually more busty than this, but this is so far the best rendition of her character someone has made for me yet))
