Name: Aron<br/>Age: 22<br/>Eyes: Brown<br/>Hair: Brown and shaggy a bit<br/>Skin Type: Fair to white<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Scars: None<br/>Height: 6'1<br/>Weight: 180<br/><br/>Dripping from the canvas rain drops fell to the dirt floor as blood streamed out from the big tent. A hand held the canvas door open as rain had soaked the figure. Inside were two men. One torn and scattered like a broken mirror and the other covered in a spray of the blood, shaking the one holding the door cried out, fell to the ground and stayed frozen as the disgusting man who had slain the ringmaster came to him, next was all a blur. Waking in an ambulance was the last memory Aron had of the day his father was slain. The consciousness had never come back till he found himself back in his trailer alongside his pet lion cub, Demeter. That had been five years ago. He was 22 now. His feline friend was full grown with a short mane, it was a black lion.<br/><br/>He was the Animal Tamer but as well as a triple jointed freak.<br/><br/>Aron was in the side building that had a warning on it stating all the animals were not tamed, they were very dangerous and no one was to try going past the "protective" cage. The entire carnival was within a goo acrege of high brick wall not too far from the main city. Walking out of the back he stroked Demeter gently and headed to gather a few things for his show when he was grabbed and hurled into the wall of the building he worked in. A dent was in the brick wall. Moving Aron stood and brushed his dark brown hair from his face and glared at the Nubis.<br/><br/>Yes he was watched. Why? Well, he was the last remaining link to the carnival's last owner. All he wanted was freedom, freedom from torment, the torture, beatings, and freedom from seeing someone die everyday. He knew it was much to ask... but it was a hope he had. One that kept him living.