-Skeletons-

Name;;
Jasmine Richmond.



Age;;
15.

Race;;
Human.

Crush;;
None yet.

Collars;;
White, with a single seed of pink.

Charms;;
Mouse, teardrop, money.

Appearance;;
Jasmine stands at around 5'4". She is very skinny, with a weight of 6st, or 40kg. This is a result of malnourishment, leading to her being underweight. Jasmine has brown hair and big brown eyes, which seem empty apart from fear. Her face is pale and her features slightly pinched from her lack of food.

Bio;;
Jasmine was born into slavery. She has no idea who her father is, but her mother was there for her until she was five years old. At this point, it was discovered that her mother had been having a relationship with their Master and she was publicly murdered. Since that event, the girl began to shut down. Upon discovery of the fact that hurting Jasmine was the only way to get her brother to work, she has been used and beaten until her brother, Jake, relents. As such, she withdrew even further and now speaks to no one, and replies almost robotically to instructions.

Other;;
Jasmine could be saved yet, but at the moment there is no one to give her a reason to live.

Name;;
Jake Richmond.



Age;;
16.

Race;;
Human.

Crush;;
None yet.

Collars;;
Indigo, dark blue {sown through with dark red}.

Charms;;
Triangle, shovel, money.

Appearance;;
In the picture, Jake is smiling. The reality is very different. He stands at around 5'7", but, like his sister, malnourishment has led to him being underweight. However, his arms are muscular from years of forced manual labour. Like his sister, he is covered in scars, but his are much more noticeable. His back and torso are covered with whip lashes and he has many more cuts, bruises and scars. His most current is a black eye that has yet to go down. He has longish blonde hair which flicks over his face and green eyes.

Bio;;
Jake's life has been the same as his sister's, but he remembers much more. He knows that the Master that his mother believed loved her was one of the ones to publicly humiliate and murder her, and it was Jake who was given the job of burying her in a pre-dug grave. He remembers moving between a multitude of cruel Masters, growing more and more unwilling and bitter as the years went by. He remembers sitting in a cellar for up to a week, forgotten, with only water from a dripping tap or a leak in the ceiling to keep himself and his sister alive. And he remembers watching his sister withdraw further and further inside herself.

Other;;
Often their owners use Jasmine to make Jake work - by hurting her, they know he will do whatever they say. Jake has a great hatred of all vampires, and this is the reason for many of his own scars - his disobedience has led to many beatings.

Name;;
Alex [Surname Unknown]



Age;;
Seven.

Race;;
Human.

Crush;;
None.

Collars;;
Gold and cyan.

Charms;;
Money sign.

Appearance;;
Alex is small, and very skinny. He currently has a black eye, swollen cheek, a broken finger and a large gash in his arm from his last Master, but he is also covered in many other scars and old cuts. He has blonde hair and dark blue eyes and looks very innocent, but even despite this he has still been beaten many times.

Personality and Bio;;
Alex was abandoned at birth by his mother's Master in a slave orphanage, where he was cared for just enough to keep him alive. When he was four years old, he was sold to his first Master, a cruel man who owned many slaves. Alex was beaten frequently, before being sold eventually to a kinder Master who looked after him. However, this man unfortunately passed away when Alex reached his sixth year, so he was sold back into slavery and passed through the hands of four more abusive Masters in the year that followed. Despite this, he has a very sunny disposition and is seldom depressed. Back in the slave house, he is waiting to be sold again, whilst nearing his eighth birthday. Masters use him because he follows every instruction given and is a good household slave, used for serving meals, cleaning, washing up, tending to horses and various other menial tasks. However, Alex can sometimes be very clumsy, leading to several of his beatings. He has many scars from these events. He is also very imaginative, and his flighty nature annoys some Masters. Alex is also covered in scars from the many times he has been fed from, as his blood is of high quality.

Jake was sitting in a tiny, restricted cage. His hands were cuffed together and as a result he could not reach up and touch the swelling around his right eye. It was stinging and felt like it was getting a little bit infected. It was hardly surprising: he had been punched in the face by a man wearing a large gold signet ring. He was lucky to even have an eye left.

But it had been worth it.

He remembered what the vampire had been about to do to Jasmine and inwardly seethed. He was glad that he had hurled that brick at him, even if this was how he had paid for it.

Jasmine was in the cage next to him. She was less restricted, because everyone knew that she was harmless. She couldn't even speak, much less move to attack someone. The worst thing was that this time the two of them didn't come as a package. Jake had fought vehemently but it was too late. They had split them up and now Jasmine could be sold and taken away from him forever. There was nothing he could do to stop it.

Across the room, Jake could see something else that set his blood boiling. A small boy, perhaps aged seven, was curled up in the corner of his cage, crying forcefully. Blood was staining the poorly applied gauze on his arm, obviously concealing a deep gash. Two of the fingers on the hand that was on the same arm as the cut were set at the wrong angle, and his lip was swollen. His eye was bruised and black. Someone had obviously beaten him very harshly and he was just a child.

Alex glanced up and saw the older boy staring at him. Automatically, he curled into a tighter, protective ball. He was afraid of everything and everyone at the moment, and the pain was tearing through his arm. He had had worse individual injuries, but this was the worst combination that he had ever had. He whimpered softly.

"Don't you talk about her like that!" Jake shouted, and was rewarded with a whip cracking against the bars of his cage. He fell back: his fingers had been wrapped around the bars and had been struck forcefully. The guard who had acted had been leaning against the wall. He nodded at the assistant to allow him to get back on with the pitch.

Jake glanced sideways at his sister, who had pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She was staring blankly ahead, tears welling in her eyes as she heard the terrifying sound of the whip snapping. The only things that could prompt a reaction from her were direct orders or certain sounds, like the whip or someone being struck. She usually associated these sounds with terrible things that had happened to her, and Jake had suffered when he had been forced to watch. He dreaded to think what would happen if he was taken away from her now that they were no longer a package set. His sister had already been starved, raped and beaten countless times. What more could they do to her without her brother's protection?

Alex saw the Master choosing the slaves across the aisle and watched, whilst still curled up in a tiny ball. He blinked the tears out of his blue eyes and surveyed the events from his position on the floor.

"No!" Jake shouted, flinging himself at the bars. "No, you can't take me! I won't let you!" The guard flicked the whip at him, sending him scrambling back away from the bars. He looked desperately at Jasmine. What would happen if he was taken away from her? She would be left to rot here, getting thinner and thinner until finally she was taken by some sadistic vampire whose only possible use for her would be the unthinkable.

Alex heard the commotion and tightened into a smaller ball. He was seven years old, badly beaten and in pain, and he was terrified by the shouting.

Jasmine whimpered softly and hid her face in her hands. She was sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest; now she practically burrowed into them, hunched over and hiding from Sion's view. Jake saw her terror and felt sick. How much worse would it be if she was faced with a buyer who wanted to use her, and she was all alone?

"She doesn't talk," he said, speaking for her. "She can't. She's been through so much. Please, leave her alone." His voice was frantic, and hostile, but it was the only time he would ever beg. He would never plead to ease his own pain: it was only for his sister that he would ever cast aside his pride.

Addressing her now, he reached across to her, straining his fingers through the bars in an attempt to reach and comfort her. "Don't worry, Jasmine," he said. "I won't let them split us up. It's not going to happen. I won't let it."

Jake's hands were shackled at once and he was unable to help his sister up. As a result, he had to watch with fury as the guard yanked her up by her hair and shoved her in Sion's direction. She cried out and Jake would have punched him in the face had he had the use of his hands. At the moment, all he could do was spit at the guard, who laughed in his face and flicked the whip warningly at him again.

Alex looked up as Sion approached. He had heard the commotion between the siblings, and had picked up on the cold tone in the Master's voice. He was cradling his right arm with his left: two of his fingers were broken and the deep gash in his arm was still staining the gauze red. His right eye was bruised and his cheek swollen, just like his lip.

"What have they done to him?" said Jake in disgust. He earned himself another warning crack of the whip.