Name: Niyokma "Niyo" Sekuzi
Age: 18
Race: Neko
Personality: Niyo is very stubborn and won't take no for and answer.
Bio: TBD (Sorry)

Name: Francis Blackthorn
Age: 23
Race: human
Personality: Quiet and Subdued, but horribly rebellious if he dosen't want to do something.

Neyo sighed boredly. Her servants and maids hadn't entertained her and she wanted something new. "Maybe I'll take a trip to Uncle's slave shop later on." She said aloud to anyone that was listening. Her uncle had owned a slave shop near by, which was where she got all of her slaves. She generally hated her uncle, and the only reason she went to his slave shop was because she normally got a fairly good discount.

Neyo threw her hair back into two pony-tails behing her ears. She threw the first thing on that she saw in her closet, and some combat boots. "Ready for the day!" She said cheerfully, before skipping out to the lemo.

"Henry, c'mon!" She called to the chaperone.

Once at the shop, she looked around. So far, all she saw was patheticness.

(GAH!! Sorry for the long wait. Really really sorry! T_T)

Francis Blackthorn kneels, chained, among a moderate number of male slaves in a line-up. His white hair hangs over his handsome face, concealing eyes so red they feel as though they could burn into the depths of one's soul if they stared long enough. He shifts uncomfortably in his position, his legs cramping, but knows from long experience the unpleasant treatment he will receive if he moves from the position he was told by the seller to assume.

As the door to the shop opens with a chime, he raises his head minutely. From his kneeling position, all he can see are the black-booted feet of whom he assumes is a girl, from the footwear, entering the shop with a servant close behind her. As the girls enters the store, the slaves stand, so she can get a better look at them. Standing, Francis is fairly tall. Regardless, he stares listlessly at the floor.

Wether he is sold today or not will effect his status not at all.

(Lol no worries)

Neyo sighed as she walked past them all, looking at each one of them closely. None of them seemed to fit her needs. They were either too short, too weak, or something little like that, but Neyo wouldn't settle on just anyone.

She stopped right infront of the white-haired slave. "Hmm. Your a good one." She judged, even though she didn't know much about the slave. She was mostly basing her judgements off of appearence.

"So, what's your name?" She asked trying to sound friendly, but there was still somewhat of a snobbish tone in her voice.

Francis mentally frowns, but bows as he garners Neyo's attention. Studiously, he keeps his eyes on the ground, not looking up at her. He doubts she'll buy him, but studiously answers anyways.

"Francis Blackthorn, as it pleases my lady." He replies. He has a deep, mellow voice that is pleasing to the ears.

Niyo smiled. "I want this one." She said, pointing to Francis. She paid the money and watched as they unlocked him.

"You're coming home with me today!" She informed him with a smile.

Francis is a bit suprised. When she smiles at him, he offers a small half-smile back, although one which does not reach his eyes. It seems that, today at least, he was mistaken after all. He bows deeper, hiding his face behind his white hair, some of the piercings in his ear jingling as they click together.

"Yes, master."

"Henry, show him to the lemo." She barked. She watched as Henry bowed and did as told.

"This way, sir." He instructed.

Francis follows, as instructed. He is, however, slightly confused, as slaves do not normally ride in limos with their masters. He hesitates once he gets to the vehicle, unsure as to what to do.

Niyo happily followed after. She was glad that she had someone new to 'play' with. For all her other 'toys' were old and broken.