[Auction 2014] Aphyon SOLD 36K to Mordechai

[Aphyon]

Name: Aphyon
Duration of Auction time: Three Nights
Background: Very much a quiet mouse that has preferred the company of books for almost a year and has kept under the radar by being predominantly lawful in Harper Rock. Now I itch for something more and see the auction as a stepping stone.
Talents: A lower level Shadow who still has a lot to learn but would be willing to take direction. I am moderately proficient in the use of firearms and thieving. Who also likes to dabble in hacking and rituals.
Open to: Let’s see what you can throw at me. Though I reserve the right not to break the masquerade nor hinder my kin.

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RP Restrictions

Character Death: No
Character Wounding up to death: Yes, if deserved.
Discipline: PG-13ish?
Torture: PG-13ish?
Sex: Does Aphyon feel comfortable with your character? Then yes. PG-13ish though.
Mechanics/Crafting for RP: Not got decent levels for that.
Summoning Ally/Stuff for RP: Yes
Anything non-fatal grid stuff: Yes

**RP can take as long as it needs**

There will be no bidders ignored.

[Pi dArtois]

"Please welcome Aphyon to the stage. Bidding can now commence"

~Pi d'Artois

[Zodiac]

2 thousand

[Zoey Jane]

12k because you're precious.

[Aphyon]

Smiled to hide the nerves as the bidding started.

[Cristiana]

Fifteen thousand

[Aphyon]

The unfamiliar bidder caught Aphy of guard but she threw her a lopsided grin none the less with a tip of her head. It was strange to think of others outside her very small sphere parting with their hard earned coin for her.

[Mordechai]

Mordechai turned, his ears picking up more of a blank space, then any amount of sound, turning he saw the mouse that his sireling had turned. Although he had often seen her in the fort, he could not say for sure what her voice sounded like. It would not do for her to fall into the clutches of the unwashed masses. ''twenty-five thousand for the mouse'' He called to the auctioneer

[Reganleif]

Regan nearly missed the quiet young woman, who seemed almost to blend into her surroundings, almost so much that Regan sensed a stillness that surrounded her, blocking out the ambient rustle of the auctions goings on. Cocking her head to the right then to the left, Regan sized Aphyon up, wondering how she would look in a horned helmet. Tapping her boot clad foot slowly, Regan smiled before raising her weathered battle axe into the air and shouting

"$35,000 for this daughter of Odin"

[Mordechai]

Slowly Mordechai turned his head and surveiled the one that compared the little mouse to a child of Frigg. He had seen her about the city, but knew little about her. when a lull in the din came, the killer nodded to the auctioneer, ''thirty-six.'' Safer for her to be with in the family, and he had high doubts if the Norse one could teach the mouse anything that he could not.