Name: Vhen DeCreoux
Age: 20
Powers: Will be revealed
Attire: The Gas Mask, however, the mask has a lock that must be unlocked for the mask to be removed. Vhen also wears a hood, long sleeves, and baggy pants along with some shoes. Pretty much, every inch of his skin is covered for a reason. Vhen also carries a wooden cane which he likes to hit people with.
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The market was crowded once more. Well, it was understandable since it's already that time of the year where slaves are being sold at a very low price. This was what Vhen wanted though-- he wanted a new servant, he needed one. What happened to the last one? Well, Vhen didn't really want to talk about it. The past is in the past.
The young lad observed as the ships anchored at bay, and after the door opened, files upon files of slaves went out of the ship and assembled neatly near the market. The slaves were so many that it looked like they were a whole battalion-- where do these slave traders get their merchandises anyway? Obviously, you just don't pick up a human like a piece of garbage, right? Hopefully not. If so, this would mean that these slaves were really nothing special. Vhen needed a special servant, someone who didn't break easily.
Once the slaves were now lined up, all ready for sale, Vhen descended the balcony of his mansion in the nobles' estate, and went on his way to pick off a worthy servant. He doesn't look like it, but Vhen is the heir to one of the most successful breweries in the land. Hence, he was rich. Rich in money, though-- not in life.
The boy arrived at the market, and with his red eye, he surveyed the numerous runts strewn on the muddy floor. Some were buff, some were sticks, and some were just good for one night. No, these aren't the ones he required. Suddenly, his eye was caught by a lad with red eyes-- his physique was top-notch, and he would do well for a servant. However, the lad was already bought by another person. Vhen sighed as he shook his head-- there goes his luck. The boy continued scrutinizing the slaves as he came upon a young woman with her head bowed down. Her ebony hair looked like it was hit by a hurricane. Her garments were torn-- signalling some sort of abuse along the way. Still, there was something about her that intrigued Vhen. She wasn't normal. She could be anything but normal. Vhen could feel that an unknown force had resurfaced... it was dark yet he didn't know what it was, he couldn't see what it was. The lad shook his head, erasing such dark thoughts of sinister forces at work.
Vhen raised his hand as a slave trader quickly assisted him. "I'll buy this wench." Vhen spoke in a deep tone which could be attributed to the gas mask on his face. The lad tossed a bag of coins to the trader who caught it gladly and bowed to Vhen.
"Would you like me to fetch you some chains, sire?" the trader offered.
"No need." Vhen mumbled as he pulled the tip of his cane, unsheathing a blade within. Vhen brought his blade down swiftly, slicing the blind-fold and the ropes.
Vhen looked at the woman with a genuine interest in his crimson eyes. "If you try to run away, I'll kill you. Do you have a name or would you like me to give you one?"
Amongst the slaves being carted and auctioned like pieces of furniture, was a young woman awaiting her fate. Though shy and quiet, she observed her surroundings always as though someone or something might attack her. It was just as well since everyone who knew.her called her an abomination. She'd rather be alone than with people. Red eyes. She.noticed a boy with red eyes. She followed with her eyes as.he was.bought by a woman. That was all.she could see.due.to the blindfold. Then she wondered what would.her fate be. She shivered as a sense of fear crept inside her.
