Name:Ghaleon Sericia<br/>Age:3702, Looks 27<br/>Sex:Male<br/>Race:Zavier(Special Ranking Angel)<br/>Height:5'11<br/>Weight:197<br/>Hair color:White<br/>Eye color: Pupiless swirling Blue<br/>Skin color:White<br/>Special markings:Zavier symbol, left side of forehead, hidden behind his hair.<br/>Personality traits:Kindred, Hard headed, warm hearted.<br/>Weapon of Choice:Broadsword<br/>World often spent on:Sacred land, his home...<br/>Element affinity (if any):Wind<br/>Family (if any):The sericia's family. Codam-Brother in arms, Aiden-Kid brother in arms. Crimson-Adopted Daughter. Dante- Biological son.<br/>Appearance(My Avatar)<br/><br/>Great, just great. Another thankless job of moving slaves. These jobs always brought out the worst in him. He slowly made his way to the stronghold. The Black Wind Trader's lodge, Slaver's best place for beaten and destroyed individuals. Ghaleon shook his head as he looked over the listing her was given. As he got to the building, He sighed and scratched the back of his head, trying to remember the knock that would allow him access to the slavers Wing. He stood in front of the doors for several minutes, Then sighed and lifted his hand to knock. He knocked 3 times quickly, Then twice after a short pause, then 6 more times, in rapid succession, Then Slammed his fist one more time, Only to slam his foot against the door rather hard. He waited for a few seconds, quietly trying to remember if he did it right. Just as he was about to knock again, The door was opened, a small round man walked out and looked him up and down.<br/><br/>"You the Merc? You don't look like much..." He said as he went to pick his teeth. Ghaleon felt his anger peek slightly only to calm down and nod slowly."Yea That's me. Now was I brought here to be insulted, or Am I here for a job. If it's the first, I'll just kill you now and take the money..." He said firmly, crossing his arms as he looked down to the fat man, his eyes swirling with a silent threat. The little man quickly lifted his hands and spoke."Ok, Okay, Your Strong I get it. Come on, let me show you what you came for..." Ghaleon shook his head and followed the little man as they headed in and into the basement. The round man got to the bottem of the stairs and knocked on the door, A small flap being opened, a set of eyes peering out."What's the Password?"<br/><br/>The Fat Man Smiled and spoke out."Flesh Rake..." The flap closed and the door opened to a large room under the building with countless slaves and slavers alike. Several cages were scattered throughout, slavers walking by and smacking the outstretched hands of the slaves that occupied them. Ghaleon watched the near massacre without batting an eye. Compared to hell, this was little more than a pleasure cruise for him to deal with. As he walked with the Round man, He walked past a slave, just as he reached out and grabbed his robes."Velkin, Please, We need water, and food. Please, find the decent bone in your body and Give us food. I haven't eaten in a week. Please, Find it in your soul!!!" Ghaleon watched as Velkin smiled and got down to his level."Gregoir, You used to be so strong, And just now you have broken to begging. I think that has earned you something..." He said softly as he motioned to a slaver."Take Gregoir into our,"Special room". Gregoir immediately began to scream and fly back into his cage, Crying and stricken with fear. As they walked away, Ghaleon turned to see as several men opened his cage and began to beat the man into a bloody pulp. Velkin dusted himself off and continued walking."You see, Merc. This is the palace. And I am Their King. You do well to Remember this..."<br/><br/>He voice was that of a jest, Ghaleon's anger growing with each second as they finally came to a cage, completely covered. Velkin walked over to it and licked his fingers, as if he just got down inhaling a full sized Turkey."And Here, We have your assignment." Ghaleon stood back, waiting for the unveiling, his arms crossed, his sword arm fighting to cleave the flesh from his bones."Just hurry the hell up...The smell in here is beginning to fuck with my senses...." He said softly, his eyes still swirling with animosity toward the whole operation. His resolve was growing to a head. If he didn't leave with his job soon, This place would be destroyed. With everything he had seen thus far, That idea was slowly becoming a blessing.