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Name: Maximillian or Max for short.

Normal or powered: Normal

Class status: Wealthy high class.

Description: Longer black hair that hangs in his eyes on occasion. He keeps it pulled back in a short pony tail. He has violet eyes and thick, long black lashes. Tall, broad shouldered and heavily muscled, Max is an intimidating figure. That is until you get to know him. He is a sweet guy who uses his intimidation to help with his rebellion. Playing both sides, Max is a spy for the rebellion as well as a high ranking officer. While young, at only twenty two years old, he's clever and uses his father's position in the army to keep his disguise well hidden and gain access to information others can't.

Past and any other notes: Through school, he was trained to be apart of the military. His parents had him trained in weaponry from a young age. Being so close in age to his cousin Jason, and without any siblings of his own, they were naturally lumped together for things and forged a deep, brotherly bond.

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Name: Vaughn was the name he'd been called when he was young. Once in the hands of his first master, he was given the name Octavius and had to go by that.

Normal or powered: Powered with the ability to wield the elements. He's still susceptible to them, just has the ability to bend them and shape them with his influence. He's also strong but that's from hard work.

Class status: Slave but meant only as a guard. This lends him a bit more status over those meant only to clean or wait on their masters.

Description: Long red hair that flows past his waist. He keeps it tied back in a low pony tail. To him, the length of it is a showcase to his status as a warrior. If someone where to cut it, it would be the equivalent of taking away that status. He has deep green eyes, high cheek bones and is of slightly above average height. He is pretty quiet. So quiet, his slavers often wonder if he's mute. While he knows what is being done to him and the other slaves is wrong he has been beaten into submission and unless provoked, does exactly what he's told. His last master passed away without anyone to inherit so he was put on the market.

Past and other notes: Octavius remains very hush hush about his past. But he was born in a different country to lower class royalty. Being cursed with his powers, he was given to the ruling court before shipped off as a gift to his first master. Raised to be a warrior, much of his training was unkind and often cruel. Scars liter his body along with several brands and markings.

Name: Cassiopeia (Cassie, or Cas for short). She doesn't have a last name as the shapeshifters of the mountain tribe didn't use last names until they were mated, in which case the pair would pick their own last name to share.

Normal or powered: Powered. (Shapeshifting. She has a wolf as her animal and as a shapeshifter she can pick how much or how little she shifts. Her full wolf shape is rather large, with her shoulder coming up to 4' high, and about as long as a horse. Her half wolf shape is obviously large as well, and when on her hind feet she stands at 6'8''. Her claws are obviously not retractable, but are sharp enough that when paired with the strength of her other shapes they tear things easily.)

Class status: Slave

Description: Cassiopeia in her human shape is short, standing at 5'1'' tall, but her height is hilariously small compared to her personality. She typically replies gruffly to people to keep up a facade of toughness, but if someone were to get past that they'd find a lost puppy that just wants to be loved and cared for. Her black hair is short and messy, not easily tamed. Her eyes are mismatched, one being a deep blue and the other being a dark green. That attribute is retained when she shifts. Her wolf form is mostly black, but she had patches of white on her muzzle, paws, and belly.

Past and any other notes: She had a good childhood running with the rest of the pack, and she had a lover. Things were good. The two of them were to be mated, but good things never last. Her tribe was slaughtered by the slavers. Anyone that fought back was killed. Her family bid her mate to take her away to safety which he did. The two of them were soon caught and taken, but her mate was killed while she succumbed to the nets that she was captured with. She was never bought because she would never "behave" and portrayed herself as an untrained beast, (also, she never reverted into her human shape leaving some to wonder if she even had one,) causing the slavers to use a shock collar and various other cruel methods to get her back into her cell.

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Name: Jason Rhodes. (Jay for short.)

Normal or powered: Normal

Class status: Wealthy high class

Description: Jason is not the typical rich kid with his love for camping and the outdoors. His perfect brown hair is a darker shade than is his lighter hazelnut brown eyes. He is of a decent height standing at 6'3'' but he isn't over bearing. His outdoors activities kept him fit, but his muscle tone doesn't make him look too bulky. He never really cared for the slaves and body guards that his parents would pick out, so for his 20th birthday, his gift was whatever body guard he wanted from the slave market.

Past and any other notes: Typical rich kid stuff mostly. Finished high school with amazing grades but has chosen not to pursue higher learning simply because he didn't want to. One of his favorite past times is sailing or surfing. Since the city they live in is near the ocean, that's one of the places he likes to spend his time.

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Name: Magdalena Pirtzkhova

Normal or powered: Powered (She can refill things as long as she can see her target. She could refill someone's bladder by looking at them. She can refill bowls that once held food, however, she never used her power to refill their family's coin purse. She thought about it, but her father specifically forbade it. She utilized her power to give herself unlimited amounts of ammunition making her the perfect ranged fighter.)

Class status: Slave

Description: Her straight rusty blonde hair has always remained that shade throughout her life, even though her buddies would always try to get her to dye it different colors. Her eyes are the most striking green one can imagine, as deep as the deepest patch of seaweed and as bright as the most brilliantly cut emerald. Her nose is short but broad, she had actually contemplated saving up some money to change it, but pushed those thoughts out as she believed that if God had wanted her to change her nose, He would have done so when he made her. Though she doesn't have bulging muscles or scrawny limbs, she does have some meat on her bones and is not very self conscious.

Past and any other notes: She was in the military for as long as she could carry a rifle. Her father was a retired high ranking officer, and though he didn't force her to join, she wanted to be the son that her father couldn't have. Her mother seemed to only be able to have daughters. She was the youngest of five. Her older sisters all went off to get jobs. Mag went into the military to be a source of income and one less mouth to feed. She served for a long time alongside normal people and powered people alike. Where she came from there was no distinction. She was very skilled at hand to hand, but she excelled at any of the ranged weapons. The bow, sling, crossbow, rifles, pistols, and she even did well with the cannons they used. She came from up North, but her troop were further South when they were ambushed and only the powered in their group were kept.

Max watched the proceedings, inwardly hating the process but outwardly appearing to be an excited youth with money to spend. "I think I see a good spot over there, Jason. What do you think?" He asked, pointing out the spot.

Quiet, Octavus pulled on his clothes. He wore simple pants and leather boots. He took great pride in the boots. They protected his feet when out and about. An empty leather bauldric cut acrosshis chest. He wasn't allowed any knives in it at the moment but the matching set that came with him would be displayed with him. Brushing his fingers through his hair, he snagged the strip of leather he was given to tie it back.

Jason was most definitely an excited youth, happy to be finally picking out his own body guard for once. "That spot looks great Max! How about we grab some of the toasted peanuts they sell at these things along the way?" He pointed out one of the vendors that they'd pass by.

Cassie growled and snorted as she paced back and forth in her cell glaring at anyone and everyone around her, be it a slaver or another slave. In this form she didn't wear clothes since her fur covered everything. Her clothes was something that changed with her thankfully, but she actually didn't remember what she had on in her human shape because she hadn't shifted back in such a long time. Her tail was held out still behind her as she walked.

Max laughed, nodding. "Of course! Those are amazing. Wanna grab our seats and I'll get the peanuts?" He offered. "My treat."

Octavus glanced over at the prowling wolf in the next cell. Biting his lip, he debated to himself a moment before moving to the bars separating them. Opening his mouth, he tried to find something to say. He had no idea what would help calm her but this couldn't be good for her.

"Meet you there!" Jason laughed as he headed off to get their spot. He saw the announcer move to the stand at the head of the arena and he knew the display would be starting soon.

Cassie noticed a red haired man watching her and she snarled at him too. She stood off of her arms onto her hind legs, her head almost bumping against the roof of her cell as she stood to her full height of her half shape. Her mismatched eyes were full of anger, but looking past that one might find the pain she was hiding.

Max smiled, waving at him whime he walked over to get their peanuts. Soon, he was handing his cousin a bag and taking his seat. "Looks like it's starting soon. You ready to pick out the best guard?"

Octavus wasn't frightened. Instead, he reached for the belt at his waist, opening one of four small bags attached to it, pulling out water from the bag, he wove it into a ball and floated it into her cage. "Water. If you're thirsty."

"Oh I'm ready alright," Jayson chuckled and popped a few peanuts into his mouth. "You're going to let me get the best? I thought you were going to get the best," He grinned.

Cassie's head tilted and her growling stopped. She reached a clawed hand up to the bag and took it carefully, staring intently at it before lifting her gaze to him. "Why?" Her voice was quiet and very human sounding. She was confused. Why would someone share something with her, when she had nothing to give in return.

Max chuckled, bumping him with his elbow. "I am going to get the best of the best here. But you get the best guard."

He shrugged, opening his mouth once more. "You look like you could use it. I'll get more later. There will be water there for me to use." His voice was hoarse from lack of use and he spoke gruffly. Not unkind, just gruff.

Jason laughed a bit and bumped him back. "Sounds like a plan!" The announcer began to speak and introduce the "company" and then he went into the usual shpeal about how things work, like the bidding starts after all of the slaves have been shown. They get brought out once more to be bid on, and then after that the slave is brought back to their cell while the coin is exchanged. Then you're brought to the cell to pick up the slave.

Cassie still looked confused, but since the last time she was given water was the day before, she drank without further question. She downed the whole thing and handed the empty pouch back without ripping it. A slaver walked through the area announcing that the displays would be starting, and reminded that there was no healer waiting for them. She just snorted. It was the usual deal.

Max watched, curious. "What are you looking for? Any particular skill set?" He waited and watched as they got things ready for the first slave.

Octavus bowed his head to acknowledge he had heard while hooking the pouch back to his belt. Quickly, he gathered moisture from the cool, dark cell he was in, bending it into the pouch so he would have water for his display. Then he walked out with the slaver. He threw his shoulders back, looking intimidating and fierce like be knew people liked in guards. Once out in the arena, he got to work. Silently, Octavia wielded the four elements from the pouches at his hips. Then be ran through various drills with his swords before being set to fight an opponent.

"I'll know it when I see i-" Jason's words froze in his mouth as he saw the first to come out. He knew that they had powered people here, but controlling the elements and amazing swordsmanship?! He had to have this one. "Him." Was the only word he said as his eyes were glued to the arena.

Cassie could just barely see out into the arena and she caught glimpses of what was going on. She realized that he could have easily gotten out of his cell at any point, and she wondered why he hadn't before.

The gladiators came at Octavus but the young man didn't flinch. He was swift and efficient as he took them out. None of the extra flare. Just simple movements, meant to take them out with as little effort as possible. A few moments later, they were lying on tbe ground at his feet. Octavus bowed, obedient as he had been made to be. He was silent as he was lead away to his cell.

"Wow..." Max murmured. "He was something else... Definitely a good match for you."

"That's the one." Jason whispered as he looked to his cousin, his expression full of certainty.

Cassie was up next and the slavers sent her out past Octavius, swords and whips at the ready. She didn't give them any problems and walked out into the arena, her teeth already bared. She stretched and readied herself as three iron gates were opened and three large lions were sent into the arena with her. Her growl was easily heard over the hungry males'.

"He certainly is. I'm glad you found someone awesome. Now..." Max trailed off, taking in the massive wolf and the lions. His fists clenched before he relaxed them. Watching the sleek black fur, he forgot he had been talking.

Octavius watched from his cell, curious. She was a shapeshifter and could talk. Someone had to have cared for her. He hoped they wouldn't hurt her for being so outspoken.

Jason chuckled as Max stopped talking mid sentence. He watched as well, for this was meant as entertainment.

Cassie snarled at the lions as they circled. She didn't wait for the first lion to lunge and instead lunged forward crashing into it, her jaws locking into his shoulder while her claws raked their way down his chest and throat. He was ended quickly, but she didn't turn fast enough as one of the others leapt onto her back. She howled as she ripped him off her back and threw him at the third. They untangled themselves and soon were charging at her together. She caught the first one to lunge with claws across his face, the second latched onto her leg and her strong jaws found his spine and broke it, his limp body falling to the ground with a thump. With blood dripping from her maw she turned to the last lion who ended much like the first. When the bodies laid on the ground no longer moving she stood panting until the slavers came out to return her to her cell.

Mac's heart ached for the loss of life and her clear disapproval of being there. He was taking her. And getting her medical treatment. "So...we both found the one we want. I think I need to get a healer to mine. That wound should be seen to."

Once she was back in her cell, Octavius reached through the bars. "Water," he said, wanting her to stand before him so he could put the clear, cool water over her wound. If only to clean it out.

Jason looked over to Max a little confused. "That one? You sure? I mean, she's strong, but... She doesn't seem to have any discipline..."

Cassie had refused the instructions to go to her cell and in response she was shocked through the collar. The whips were also utilized to pull her and keep her from attacking the slavers. Once she was in her cell she gripped the back bars, her arms shaking and bloodied saliva still dripping from her teeth. "Leave me alone..." Her voice wasn't as soft, instead it was laced with a growl.

"I'm sure. She is perfect. The orchard is just where I need her. All that land to roam? I go there often enough. I think she'll enjoy it," Max said.

Octavius shook his head, shaking tbe bag. He matched her glare with one of his own. If she wouldn't come to him, he'd go to her and dump it on her with his ability. She might hate it but she needed it.

"Let's head over and see if we can bribe the auctioneer and perhaps get to them before anyone else has a chance to. Then we won't have to wait for the bidding..." Jason smiled.

"I said leave me alone!" Cassie shouted at him turning to face him. She wasn't really angry at him, more angry at the slavers, but they weren't there to attack, and he was getting on her nerves with the trying to help. She didn't need help. She'd be fine.