Name: Mason Alexander Hughes<br/><br/>Age: 22<br/><br/>Sex: Male<br/><br/>Race: Human<br/><br/>Appearance:<a class="postlink" href="http://www.imageurlhost.com/images/9je9li1nyjy5z3hedo6.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Other: Mason, before all hell broke loose (Quite Literally) Used to work at a bar, he was actually quite good at it. Having quick hands, both with twirling tequila bottles, and quick to swipe a good 50.00 from the nearest wallet upon the bar without a moments hesitation or raising any suspicion from the guests. He can be rather quiet, but stubborn and boisterous when he is being forced, often times will run away from any situation he deems is "going against" his favor.<br/><br/><br/>Bare, and practically naked to the world, like a new born babe, Mason stood there upon the auction stage, his lean muscled form covered with bruises, cuts, and burns from the torture he had brought upon himself when he had been captured from the church basement. It was supposed to have been safe, you know with "Sanctuary" and all that? Well apparently that no longer exhisted with Hell being released upon the world and what not.<br/><br/>Shifting his weight as his hazel eyes stared blankly at the chains that had scored into his wrists and ankles, chaffing, and cutting into the soft skin there. Sure, it hurt like hell everytime he had to strut across the stage at the auctioneers every order and direction, but he bit back the pain and shoved his chin forward, as if to maintain that last bit of pride he still had.<br/><br/>"Come on Folks! This nice human, great muscle tone, imagine the work he could pull!" Mason almost wanted to chuckle at the uneasy edge that fat portly demon whose eye was blackened due to his last episode that had landed himself with a few new whip lashes across his back. The demon cast a begrudging glance at him and yanked harshly at the chains pulling him to a stop and causing the shackles to dig into his skin.