Name: Alathorn Tenacar<br/>Age: 25<br/>Profession: pitfighter<br/>Eyes: Blue and peircing<br/>Hair: light, almost white when washed. Hangs a little past the shoulder<br/>Social Status: Slave and very "low class" fighter<br/><br/>He is considered to be among the lowest class of fighter as he is the last one you would expect to see do well in a fight based on his looks. However, the main reason he lost many of his battles is due to his living conditions. Every battle he was half starved to death in order for him to purposefully lose. Every battle he fought in was intended to boost the fighting status of someone else. Because of this, he was unable to be sold and, soon, became of little value to his master.<br/><br/>He strives to better himself, but has never been given the chance to fully test his capabilities. As such, he is still a lower class fighter, though, if given proper nourishment and proper training he could surpass those of an, apparently, higher rank quite easily.<br/>------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>As Alathorn lay there, looking out of the slits he had available to him to see, he began to notice the woman standing outside the cage. The first thing he noticed was the blue of her skirt. Only those of Nobility wore that color... Was he now the puppet of yet another twisted noblewoman? He felt fear building up inside him but his weak body couldn't do anything about it. He felt himself try to shrink as the woman examined him. Even though he could see the concern in her eyes.<br/><br/>When she spoke, her words didn't reach his brain. It seemed he was alive but barely conscious as he looked at her from inside the cage. He sat still and waited, watching her. The moment he felt the warmth begin to flow into him, his body accepted it, quickly. He didn't mean for it to happen but it did. The magic she used on him seemed to work an unusual amount than it should have as his body accepted it almost instantaneously.<br/><br/>When he was able to breath better, he took a deep breath and sighed in relief, slowly seeming to come out of the partially unconscious state his body was in. "Th- thank you," he panted out as he became more aware. "You are not as cruel as my last master and mistress..." He sighed again and lay still, barely moving as he fell into unconsciousness once more, this time it being in the form of sleep rather than due to pain. His exhausted body lay still as she did what she needed to.