Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/9ce90575-10e9-4ebb-b103-a0aebaaa732a_zps595ea087.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Anya Luther<br/>Race: Human<br/>Gender: female<br/>Sexuality: Unsure<br/>Age: 17<br/>Height: 4' 11 1/2"<br/>Weight: 60lbs<br/>Hair Color: lavender<br/>Eye Color: light magenta<br/>Personality:<br/>*sweet<br/>*shy<br/>*somewhat confident<br/>*can be feisty<br/>*loyal<br/>*honest<br/>*gentle<br/>*kind<br/>*easy going (usually)<br/>*submissive<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Anya was hungry but at the same time she wasn't. She just left the soup kitchen. It was soup and that explained why she was still hungry. She looked at the tattered rags that had once been a beautiful outfit that was slightly too small for her. She needed some money. She wondered how she could get money for a new shirt and pants set. She was NOT going to stand on a corner and sell herself. She flushed at the idea of even THINKING of doing such a thing. She hummed a bit as she walked around. Looking for a way to get money. She was cold. It was getting nippy as it was nearing winter time. Her hands rubbed her arms that were naked due to what she wore, tattered as it was, was not but a tank top. She hated the coming of winter. Her clothes as threadbare as they were meant this winter would be worst than the last.<br/><br/>She sighed and tilted her head as a flyer hit her foot. Bending over and picked it up. She could read enough...nothing complex like a girl her age SHOULD be able to but she couldn't afford an education. She learned what she could from people who would teach her. She knew mostly street. She had a habit of talking in street slang instead of with proper English. It wasnt that she couldn't speak proper English just nobody she knew did so it was a bad habit to not do so either. Even with learning it due to this old lady who taught her but couldn't take her in. She missed the old lady.<br/><br/>She snapped out of her thoughts and read the flyer. Apparently there was a thing for charity for children's hospitals and the orphanage. She knew when she had been younger they couldn't take her because of funding. She decided she needed to go there and volunteer to keep kids from ending up on the street. She hurried there. It was going on already. She got to the line. She hated being in the line. It took forever before she was up at the line. Inside they had been auctioning off men and women for the charity. She was told she was next. Guided inside but when she saw all the people she got stage fright. She tried to run out. She was guided onto stage where she stood like a deer in the headlight. Flushed cheeks and shy eyes looking around.<br/><br/>"Here we have a young orphan girl from the streets who volunteered so that she may help other kids not have to grow upon on the streets." The auctioneer began. "The bidding will start at one thousand dollars." The bids kept going up and up and up and before long it had reached nearly a million dollars...seeing as almost everyone here was filthy rich.<br/><br/>She personally stood there shyly looking at the stage with her foot swirling circles into it. Her cheeks a rosy hue.