[Tundrafire]

( please make sure to describe your character. I need someone to play the demon, what kind is up to you.)

The Slave Market was roaring with activity, as monsters of all kinds walked around with slaves of their own, some dressed in golds and silks and other in barely anything, while other beings shopped the slave line for a new slave. Some of the slaves in the line looked worn and strong, and others new and weak.  

Of all the slaves in the line, there was one slave in perticular that was near the middle of the line, head down. A man, standing only at five feet and two inches. His hair was long and black, thought dull and tangled from lack of care. A soft face, with angled features, eyes so grey they could have passed for shining silver. From his slightly wider hips, he could be marked as a carrier, his slight body only being slim and fair, pale ivory skin unblemished. The only things on his body was a loincloth over his crotch and shackled that kept him in place, shackled to the others on either side of him.

This slaves name was Rayne, given to him by his slave mother before he was taken away from her.  He was now eighteen years old, and to the slave breeder that had him, he was now prime merchandise for the slave line.