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Ariya

Character Info
Name: Ariya
Age: 18
Alignment: LG
Race: Northern Siren
Gender: Male
Class: Black Market Merchandise
Silver: 0
Vilpamolan Coast, a city swirling with excitement and danger. An adventure lurks within every tavern, and in every dark alley a secret. The pirate lords rule, while the street rats prowl for anything they can find. Dark shopping smell like rotten food, taverns smell like cheap booze, and many fights can leave a metallic smell in the air will small drops of red staining the floor or walls. Its a cold and lawless place, yet it thrives to everyone surprise. Yet deep inside the dark alleys and beyond the smell of rotten food lies something darker and more sinister by far. 

The Black Market. Known more famously for its rare artifacts and dangerous spells, the Black Market thrives in the city, with people coming from all over to sell the rare items they've obtained, or to get a glimpse of the items it has to offer. But the main reason it's known for, is for all the rare beasts it's known to sell. Poaching of such rare and beautiful creatures is illegal, and sometimes punished by death in some cities. From Hydra's to the rarest elemental animals, from the skulls of a Hari to a unicorn's horn ripped right from its head, the Black Market has it all. 

Deep within the heart of the city, noble men and women, pirates, assassins, and thieves entered a dark and abandoned looking auction house. The doors were draped with a dark red curtain, and the windows were boarded and covered. As they entered through the door, a stage appeared. Rows of chairs sat in neat lines in front of the stage, and a podium was centered neatly in the center stage. A man dressed in black stood at the podium. 

"Ladies and Gentleman, Thieves and Pirates, please take your seats. The Auction will begin shortly."

The man stated plainly, while the crowd hurried to the front, the seats filling up quickly. The middle seats began to fill, and a small and disappointed crowd began to slowly fill the back seats.

"Alright! We will begin our bidding! The first item we have here today… is a Demon Elixir!"The man called out, as numbers began to get thrown into the air.

"100 Silver!"

"150!"

"300 Silver!" 

"300 Silver! Do I hear a 400? 350? Going once? Twice? Sold!" The auctioneer called, as the elixir was carried off the stage. Many more items were sold, some reaching into the thousands.

"Ladies and gentleman, this is the moment that you've all been waiting for. The rarest piece of merchandise the WORLD has to offer, and the first appearance it has made in the Black Market. Today, we have… a real live merman!" 

Wheeled onto the stage, was a glass container lined with metal. It was full to the brim with water, and inside, sat a beautiful shining creature, with the upper-half of a young human man, and the lower half of a beautiful fish. His skin was soft, and pale and warm, his hair wavy and messy, a deep navy blue fading to sky blue. He was positioned awkwardly, so that his upper half and part of his tail was inside the water, while the rest of his tail hung outside of the container. He arms were tied behind his back, and his tail pierced with a sharp metal harpoon, and bound tighter with ropes. 

The crowd gasped, as the creature opened his eyes, revealing beautiful sea-foam green orbs.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! This is the first merman the black market has ever gotten their hands on! So, of course the price is going to be high! And the starting price…is 500 silver!!!!"

Almost instantly, hands shot up. 

"550!"

"600 Silver!"

"620!"
 
As soon as numbers were called, higher numbers were placed. "700 SILVER, FOLKS! Do I hear 800? 750? 720? Going once! Going Twice!!!' At this, the merman was full awake, and struggled against his restraints. He looked out into the crowd slowly, trying to see the person he would soon be sold to. 
Mezereon

Character Info
Name: Mezereon
Age: Old Enough
Alignment: CN
Race: Elven Deva
Gender: Female
Class: Diviner
Silver: 0
The black market was a lovely place for all sorts of things–especially things regular vendors couldn't afford. Of the many things Mezereon had plenty of, time and money were two of them. While Vilpamolan wasn't worth looking at, this was the exception. She had found many good deals and trinkets here despite the bad reputation. What others saw as the city's seedy underbelly was simply a lively market promenade to her. As long as you knew who to buy from, you wouldn't leave disappointed. Today's schedule brought her to a live auction in a shabby excuse of an auction house. With so much money to spend, the deva made sure she had a comfortable seat a few rows back from the front. A seat too close would be dangerous and bothersome. A seat too far back meant she couldn't see a thing. The bidding started and the petite lady found herself quite disappointed. Nothing but alchemical reagents, stolen goods, and potions she could make herself. It was starting to feel more like a peddler's stand than an auction. As she was getting ready to leave, there was an announcement that the best was yet to come. Sitting back down and leaning languidly in her chair, Mezereon was pleased to finally see something worth waiting for.

A merman, and a live one too. Typically people preferred mermaids, with all those fairy tales of mermaid princesses and such. Some people took pleasure in having a beautiful aquatic woman as their personal pet. As she looked the specimen over, her smile began to edge into a frown. The presentation of the merman had no elegance at all. First of all, he was visibly wounded. His hands were bound and it looked like the tank he was shoved in was far too small. Clearly he had been caught by some tasteless sea plunderers, as it was a miracle he hadn't bled out by now. It would seem the attendees of the auction were none the wiser, as they frantically started placing bids on damaged merchandise. Mezereon's interest was gone as she listened to the crowd bid higher and higher. When the merman began to struggle against his restraints, her annoyance had reached its peak and she slammed her hand on the chair's armrest. 

"One thousand and four hundred silver!" She shouted, her arm raised right before the final call. Cold, golden eyes stared at the man behind the podium. There were gasps and cries at the sudden turnabout. Though her frame was small, her posture was erect with dignified poise. Now this was how you bid at an auction–sweeping in at the last moment to claim an overwhelming victory. It wasn't because she needed a merman; she just wanted to end this farce of an auction so she could go home. She had wasted enough time already. If the sellers had spent a single second of consideration, they would have known to capture the specimen in prime condition so he could sell at an even higher price.

"Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin."

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