(LadyKates idea I'm just starting it)<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/l19-1.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/>Name: Alaxander Neos Dayton<br/>Age: 20 (human years)<br/>Race: Elven<br/><br/>Alaxander was not exactly the easiest slave in the bunch. He was opinionated and often was whipped for not obeying right away. He didn't remember life before he was kidnapped at two. He escaped at ten only to be recaptured and enslaved once more. He didn't like the life of a slave. He felt like something was missing from his life but couldn't for the life of him recall just what it was that was missing. He had a shackle around his neck that was attached to chains that were locked down to the base of his cage. His cage enchanted to prevent his escape again. He had proven himself a houdini (escape artist) and even though he never managed to truly escape he had gotten out of the cage and shackles. So they had upped the anti on him and enchanted the cage to only open for the slavers.<br/><br/>Monsterous people they were. He could be defiant but was still gentle natured. He just didn't obey orders well. His hands were also shackled but they were shackled together. He kept his eyes closed as the sun hurt them. He wasn't used to being on display. They often just put him in the back so very few people saw him. He was a pet or so he had been told. He didn't like that term and refused to be pet like. He kept his eyes closed and pretended he was asleep. In reality he was trying to figure out how to break the enchantments so he could escape. Maybe this time he would truly escape these people. Truly escape and reclaim a life he felt must have been stolen from him. If only he could remember why. His stomach growled and he was very underweight due to punishment of no food one time too many. He was used to his stomach growling so it barely registered that it was.<br/><br/>He opened his eyes as the clouds covered the sun for the moment. There was a lot of people here today. He wondered if anyone would be interested in him. Part of him hoped they would. Part of him wanted them to not even notice him. Easier to escape if you weren't "owned". He blinked as a woman approached the cage (taking from Lady Kate's idea start) and began talking to the slaver. He wondered what she was saying because all he heard was a grunt and then the man say fine. What the hell had she asked and given him? He looked at the woman. Trying to take in her features as the sun came back out from behind the clouds. He looked away again. This was annoying. They just had to put him in the direct line of the sun. It was just another way they punished him for not being docile and obedient. Now it was just a matter of waiting. Oh the hell with it. "Who are you?" He asked. Earning a strike from the whip that the slaver had for daring to speak to a customer. He sent the man an icy and defiant look. Falling silent though.