Neito's Tameshi Ito -Nate's Test Thread-

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Ai Natsuki

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Fashionista

Trainer

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XXXXXXXX"I just wanted to catch them all."

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Ai Natsuki

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

1. How did you find us? - Browsing through Gaia Guilds
2. Your Character’s Name - Aneirin Lilium
3. Slave, Master, Mistress, or hotel staff? - Slave
4. Roleplay - As the car pulled into the hotel's driveway, Aneirin glanced idly out of the window. Pale, ice blue hues regarded the building calmly. He knew he wouldn't be entering through the main entrance, or at least assumed as much. His hands were secured behind his back, the cuffs also attached to a hoop at the back of the vehicle. He hadn't exactly made it easy on his escorts to bring him here and they had finally decided that this way was just easier. Several of them already sported bruises, having difficulty with the unruly brawler.

The car turned a corner, down the side of the large estate, pulling up at a side door. One of his escorts emerged from the front passenger seat of the car, while the one seated beside him in the back proceeded to detach the cuffs. As the door opened, Aneirin shifted his weight and, as the escort leaned over to pull himfrom the car, his right knee came up and slammed into his stomach. He grinned as the male grunted and dropped to one knee. He moved quickly from the car, his knee about to make contact with the downed guard's face, when a shock ran through his frame, leaving him to slump to his own knees. He'd forgotten the collar they had made him wear.

As the guards grabbed him, one under each arm, the brash male was smirking. "You pussies....I've met children with more balls than you lot. Come on, uncollar me. I'll kick your goddamned asses with both hands tied behind my back."

Definitely not broken in anyway shape or form. A slave that could, with some effort, be molded into something quite special.


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I can also give an example as a slave/pet with little to no resistance or attitude if required.

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Name: Morrigan Domonika Devilique
Age: Sixty Seven - Appears early twenties -
Race: Succubus
Orientation: Pansexual
Personality: Strong Willed || Rebellious || Intelligent || Cocky || Abrasive || Loyal || Unbroken
Bio: So, what happens to an assassin who no longer has a use? This was the dilemma that Morrigan's former boss had, which he solved by simply selling her into 'slavery'. Not the smartest thing to do, angering someone who's a capable killer, but he sent her somewhat far away and so considers himself safe. Such a background didn't exactly leave Morri in a...how do you say it...she wasn't going to make her slavery easy. The slave traders refer to her as damaged goods and seem to worry that she might be a failed investment.
Collars: Red || Indigo || Dark Violet
Charms: Sword || Knife || Black Pearl || Book
Material: Spiked

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Name: Aneirin Lilium
Age: Unknown
Race: Warlock
Orientation: Heterosexual
Personality: Flirtatious || Arrogant || Cocky || Rebellious || Brawler || Intelligent
Bio: Aneirin, as a warlock, is the tainted child of an angel who has coupled with a demon. The two bloodtypes fight out for dominance and, in his case, he is more demon than angel. Although he is truly neither. He grew up on the streets, his magic keeping him alive as well as enhancing his fighting skills. The warlock had discovered that he preferred close quarters brawls than the elegant magic he was capable of, which was surely a sign of his demonic taint. Eventually, life caught up with him. He accumulated debts, angered the wrong people and in the end, even his skills could not save him from their wrath. They sold him into slavery, assuming it was the best way to recover most of his debts.
Collars: Blood Red || Magenta
Charms: Sword || Wand || Book || Emerald
Material: Metal || Jeweled

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Eruraviel Glorfindel

The Arrow of Aduriel

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

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xxxxxxxxWʜᴀᴛ Yᴏᴜ Nᴇᴇᴅ Tᴏ Kɴᴏᴡ

sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ➜ Bisexual
яᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏиsнιρs ➜
Mother - Fuhono Kurama / Killed in the war eleven years ago
Father - Unknown / Sired her by rape
Siblings - None
вιяᴛнdαтᴇ ➜ 6th of June
ᴛᴇᴀм ➜ Team 9
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ғʟᴀᴡs Despite being exceptionally talented in armed combat, namely in the use of either single or dual wield katana, Hana is just as exceptionally useless in terms of Ninjutsu and only slightly better in unarmed combat,
or Taijutsu as it is more commonly called. She has outstanding control of her Wind Release chakra, but only insofar as adding it to the weapons she wields. Elsewise, she was only ever able to master basic Ninjutsu such as the Body Flicker Technique and other academy level techniques. As for Taijutsu, she has appropriate speed, but not the strength to put behind her blows. Unless she got a lucky hit, she wouldn't win a fight unarmed and also without the use of Genjutsu.
ᴡᴇᴀρᴏиs Katana/Dual Katana
נᴜᴛsᴜ


• Nijū Kara Go Burēdo - Twenty Five Blades
  A precursor technique to Hyaka Burēdo, this genjutsu was developed by Hana as a genin. It is significantly weaker than the more advanced genjutsu, Hana only being able to maintain the illusion with one hand appearing to wield twenty five swords.
  
  Shi no Tatchi - Death's Touch
  Hana's most advanced genjutsu as a genin, and one of only two original techniques so far. A genjutsu used to mentally abuse her victims. When under the effects of Shi no Tatchi, the victim finds themself dying by Hana's hand, although the exact method of death is not always the same.
  
  Boushi Senshi - Eye Stab
  After forming a handseal the user casts the jutsu when eye contact with the opponent is made. The enemy then sees and feels the user run up and poke his/her eye gently. Irritation/pain will be felt.
  
  Genkiri - Illusion Blade
  A skill used by genjutsu users. They will pump molded chakra from a genjutsu into a weapon. And the second the enemies eyes lock onto the weapon they may be trapped in the genjutsu. Afterward the genjutsu work like normal. For the weapon to be used for another jutsu to be used with the weapon it require a two post
  waiting period
  
  Itami Nai - No Pain
  This technique prevents the target from feeling pain.
  
  Iaidō - Way of Iai
  The term Iaidō (居合道) refers to a specific style of kenjutsu that is concerned with the smooth, controlled movements of drawing the sword from its scabbard, striking or cutting an opponent, removing blood from the blade, and then replacing the sword in the scabbard. The linear motion and force applied to draw the sword from its scabbard result in much faster slashes than ones realised with the sword already drawn. The speed at which these techniques can be executed — the initial strike in particular — is such, that when performed by a skilled user, it can prevent enemy shinobi from forming hand seals (and thus ninjutsu), by exploiting the small opening that these movements create. This makes them highly effective against most shinobi and potentially, those of even Hanzō's calibre, if performed by one who has mastered the style, such as Mifune.
  
  Tairetsudan - Retreating Tear Sever
  A defensive technique in reality the user takes his sword back and waits for the opponent to come at them. Taking a small jump back the user quickly unsheathes or pulls their sword back out, creating a quick slash upwards.
  
  Kumo-Ryū Uragiri - Cloud-Style Reverse Beheading
  The user does a powerful spin, generating the momentum needed to slash at any opponents behind them. The user can also utilise this spinning motion to trick an enemy that's in front of them. The enemy is fooled into thinking the user will attack them, but instead the user attacks the targets behind the user.
  
  Kumo-Ryū Omotegiri - Cloud-Style Front Beheading
  The user swings their sword in a single quick and powerful cutting motion to attack an enemy in front of them.
  
  Shockwave Slash
  A swift ranged attack where the user swings their sword at a target after coating it in chakra, releasing a sharp crescent of chakra in the arc that the blade was swung. The slash goes for about 10 feet, before dissipating.

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Self Confident| Unafraid| Loyal | Sadistic | Hot Headed | Brash

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xxxxxxxxWʜᴀᴛ Gᴏᴛ Mᴇ Hᴇʀᴇ

Born in Kumogakure four years before the outbreak of the Fourth Great Shinobi War, Hana was the unfortunate result of her mother's rape. She was your regular, precocious child, running amok and always getting into trouble. When the war broke out, she was left behind in Kumo while her mother went to fight. She was barely old enough to understand that she would never see her mother again, but gradually grew more and more distant and troublesome as she aged.

By the age of ten, she was in Kumo's Academy. There, she continually rebelled. She would pick fights with the other children, utilize her genjutsu on them to frighten and torment them and in general made life terrible for those around her. She was skilled with blades as well as her genjutsu and, when she began to incorpoate the weapons into her fights with the other academy students, she was moved into an isolation class, where she was taught on her own. Reaching the rank of genin took the young kunoichi much longer to achieve than was strictly normal, as she rarely paid attention in class.

While she was extremely talented in genjutsu and kenjutsu, she failed to utilize all but the most simple of ninjutsu, despite having the exceptional chakra control to be able to infuse her Wind Release into the blades of her katana. She was a sadist, inflicting wounds almost surgically so as to inflict maximmum pain and suffering. She was considered somewhat unstable, but was tolerated by the Kumogakure ninja for the most part as she contributed just enough to their society to be considered an asset.

After a year on a squad in Kumo, she was reassigned to Hanagakure. Travelling there, she took her time, but stayed out of trouble for the most part. Arriving at the edge of the forest, she could feel the genjutsu cast over it like a siren's call. It made her skin crawl with glee. She understood that they were there for protection purposes, but it still excited her. After all, the Kurama clan were known for their genjutsu techniques.


A Wild Cheshy Appears

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Morrigan Domonika Devilique
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Username:: A Wild Cheshy Appears
I've been named:: Morrigan Domonika Devilique
I am:: 357 ( Looks 25 )
I am a:: Demonatie
I can assure you, that I am:: Female
I like:: Bisexual
I've been told: That I'm bitchy and sarcastic. I can be very seductive when I need to be, generally when I am on the clock. I go to any lengths to get the job done, even if at times that could be looked at as going too far. I am headstrong and reckless, although I am loyal to those I care about. Smart and cunning, if you piss me off, you'll never see my retribution coming.I don't care if someone thinks they're better than me or stronger than me, it just makes them an easier target if I ever need to take them out. As an assassin, I will always take advantage of that.
Throughout my life: I was born as a commoner, my parents serving in the palace in Vroa, capital of Hellike and the largest city of the Demonatie. I grew up among opulence that was so exquisite and expensive as to border on vulgar. None of it was mine, however. As a young child, I met the future ruler of Hellike, also a child, who demanded that I, and everyone else for that matter, simply call her Hime. This wasn't due to arrogance on her part. The title of princess meant little to her, but the idea of being a princess, every little girls fantasy, made the girl ridiculously happy.

Hime and Mori grew up inseparable, with Morrigan given the title of the princess' handmaiden when she reached her tenth birthday. Well. Tenth birthday in terms of her race, who were much longer lived than humans. In this role, she both waited on Hime and was also trained as a high ranking servant was expected to be. She had exceptional manners and was always carrying herself well and living up to her rank.

One day, though, things had to change. A sleazy, low ranked courtier was hassling Hime. The young princess found herself cornered with the slimeball's hands all over. Morrigan arrived on the scene, silently and observed for a few seconds. It wasn't her place to intervene here, but the handmaiden considered the princess a friend and knew Hime felt the same way about her. So, damning the consequences to hell, she reached up and slid her hairpiece free. As golden locks tumbled loose down her back, she snuck up behind the creep, Hime's eyes meeting her's and widening slightly as the servant struck. The thin, stiletto like blade concealed in the hairpiece was stabbed into the courtier's neck, striking his jugular and causing him to bleed out.

The guards who had heard Hime's original cries for help arrived on the scene, seeing the dead courtier at Morrigan's feet and the princess embraced in the young handmaidens arms. Even though she had protected the heir to the throne, Morrigan had killed someone who was of a higher ranking than her. But not all was lost. The head of the queen's assassins had taken an interest in the girl, who had struck both silently and lethally with no training.

Given the options of either banishment or becoming that man's apprentice, it wasn't really much of a choice. She was trained to be a cold, calculated killer and, when she discovered her abilities as both an empath and her ability to manipulate her pheromones, she became deadly. She could seduce just about anyone, get them alone, get information from them. And when she was done, she could kill them effortlessly.

Time went on and she was officially sworn in as Master Assassin, answering directly to her mentor and the Queen, and no one else. She was much more than a mere handmaiden, and yet she still missed the days when she could hang out with Hime and when she actually had friends.

Eventually, she was sent on a mission to assassinate the ruler of Veruuk. The dark elves had powerful and mysterious magic of their own though, and with a combination of that and their racial distrust of everyone who wasn't one of their own, she was caught before she could finish her task. She was shipped off to a slave market in a distant land, where her own people would never find her. This market just so happened to be the Blue Moon Market, where Morrigan now finds herself imprisoned.
If I could choose a Master:: Someone as smart and cunning as myself, who uses a firm hand without outright abusing me when I mess up.
I am the property of:: No one

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[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

۞ Ï ñ ť ř ò ď û ć ť ī ò ñ š :

۩Name: Slate Turner
Nickname: N/A
Gender: Male
Orientation: Heterosexual
Age: Twenty Four
Birthday: August 5th
Home Town: Pewter City
Face claim:

۞ P ĥ ŷ š ī ć á ľ - Ď é ť á ī ľ š :

۩Build: Very masculine, with a lot of muscle mass and muscle definition
Skin tone: Caucasian, tanned
Height: 6'01
Weight: 98kgs
Eye color: Grey-brown
Hair color: Blond-Brown
Hair length: Short
Tattoo's: "Stone Cold" tattooed on his neck
Scars: Has a few bullet type scars hidden under his clothes
Birth marks: N/A

۞ Ď ī ğ ğ ī ň ğ - Ď é é p é ŕ :

۩Loves:
• Pokémon
• Battling
• Whiskey
Likes:
• Girls
• Training
• Taking people down a peg or two
Neutrals:
• Beer
• People
• Junk Food
Dislikes:
• Social Gatherings
• Politics
• Morons
Hates:
• Cockiness
• Boat Travel
• People who disrespect women
Fears:
• Spider Pokémon
• Needles
• Medical Check ups

Favorite Types: Rock
Least Favorite Types: Fighting/Water/Grass

Skills:
• Expert hand-to-hand combatant
• Expert marksmenship
• Trained in the use of multiple melee weapons
• Excellent cook
• Expert Tactician
• Speaks multiple languages

Goals/Dreams: To forge a life for himself outside of the military
Trainer Class: Ex-soldier
Theme Song: Disturbed - Warrior

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P é ř š ö ň á ľ ī ť ŷ :

۩ Described as having a genius level intellect, Slate's smarts saved him and his battalion more than once while he served in Kanto's military. A skilled soldier, he was always one step ahead of his enemies, pulling off victories people said couldn't be done. He can come off a little cold and calculating, but he always put those under his command first and is actually quite selfless, not hesitating to step into the line of fire to save another person. He has an indomitable will, never giving up or breaking, no matter what is ttrown at him. He has a slight sense of humour, but doesn't tolerate joking around when the chips are down. Loyal to a fault, he would never betray a comrade or a friend, not unless his hand was forced by their own actions. He can be quite flirty and charming towards women, but at the same time his somewhat fiery temper can be brought out when a guy disrespects or abuses the fairer sex. He is also somewhat of a loner, in that he avoids social gatherings and parties as much as possible.

Pet Peeves: Cockiness, men disrespecting women, losing

Quirks: Tends to feel regret when battling wild Pokémon, often leaving them a Berry when he leaves. Carries two Berreta pistols on his person, cleans and disassembles/reassembles them most nights.

۞ H ī š ť ō ľ ÿ :

۩ Born in the Kanto Region, he grew up in Pewter City, home to Brock, perhaps the world's best known Rock Type trainer. His first Pokémon was a Geodude, which his father caught him after much nagging by his son, who wanted to have one of his hero's, Brock's, Pokémon. Always a large lad, he was also quite solidly built, even as a child. He was always getting into fights at the Pewter City trainer's school, both Pokémon battles and more frequently fist fights.

As he grew up, his body began to grow more and more muscular. But despite being quite toned, he was also very intelligent. His high grades were part of the reason his presence was tolerated at school, despite the trouble he was always getting into. Eventually, he discovered the martial arts, something which spoke to a part of him he didn't know existed until then. Finding these fighting styles easy to learn, the teenager Slate began to expand his horizons. He trained in multiple hand to hand disciplines, but also learned the use of the sword and several other melee weapons, as well as spending a large part of his time at the firing range, leaning to master most types of firearms.

At the age of seventeen, he entered the Kantonian armed forces, quickly rising through the ranks of their military academy and graduating a year later as an officer, more specifically a lieutenant. His mind for tactics had seen him outmaneuver even the most seasoned teachers during practice drills, and his skills in martial arts saw him never lose a fight. For six months he trained other students in his unique fighting style, a mish mash of several martial arts which focused on efficiency and ruthlessness, taking out an opponent as quickly as possible and if needed killing them with next to no effort.

Another six months saw him deployed as the leader of a battalion, which saw active duty in the Kalos region. Here he earned the nickname among his foes as the Boulder, an unmovable opponent who never backed down and never took a backwards step. He always led from the front, he and his Pokémon fighting together. His unit always faced overwhelming odds and yet he kept their losses to a minimum. He also earned a reputation as a gentleman soldier, always writing to the loved ones of any soldier lost under his command.

After that deployment ended two years later, the then twenty one year old Slate was sent off as the head of a guerilla squad to fight in Johto, against a terrorist group that had popped up there. Using hit and run tactics, he thinned their numbers out, until he managed to catch a high ranking member. How he got that person to talk really doesn't bear thinking about, but he learned the location of the group's leaders.

Weighing up his options, he realized that by the time reinforcements arrived from Kanto or Johto, the enemy would have moved locations, aware their comrade had been caught. Instead, he lead what many would later say should have been a suicide mission. He hit their base fast and hard, his team taking out the enemy on sight. As they forged their way into the base, it became apparent that the final push to where the leaders were bunkered up would be impossible to approach with stealth.

Instead, he ordered his men to take up positions around the target location and, wearing full tactical gear, walked out into the open. He had shot three enemies dead before they knew he was there, before he was taken down in a hail of bullets. Thankfully, none of the fourteen rounds that injured him were immediately fatal, but his act of what could be described as either stupidity or bravery lead to the enemies positions being exposed, leaving them easy pickings for the concealed soldiers which accompanied Slate.

Medevacced to a hospital in Goldenrod City, Slate was left fighting for life. He received the best medical treatment both Johto and Kanto could offer. When he eventually pulled through, he was awarded the highest military honours both regions could offer. Afterwards, at the age of twenty four, he decided to request an honourable discharge from the military, in order to pursue a career as a Pokémon Trainer. He decided to start that journey in the Grotto Region, liking the idea of facing their eighteen Gyms. He was somewhat saddened by the fact he would have to leave his Rock type Pokémon behind, but knew he could catch a new team to befriend in Grotto.

[x_Miss Demeanor_x]

Slate had arrived in the Grotto Region a couple of days previously, having traveled there by ship. He'd been rather grouchy on the journey, the swaying of the boat in the waves leaving the former soldier with seasickness. No matter how much he traveled or tried to train for that motion, he could never stop the way it effected him. Without his team of trusty Rock types, he'd been forced to travel by vehicle from the port city he arrived in to the small village of Holesweet Town.

After that, he'd been informed that Professor Hickory, the man in charge of trainers beginning their journeys in the Grotto Region, had his lab nearly a days hike out of town. He'd also been told that the terrain was pretty rough as well, although this didn't bother him. He'd had to deal with terrain like that all the time when he was still serving as part of the Kantonian military.

He'd picked up a hunting knife in town, as well as some basic survival kit which he stored in a large, oversize backpack. Heading up towards the lab, he observed some of the local fauna from a distance, taking notes on the Pokemon he had never seen before. It was enough to get him pumped to explore this large reason and this resulted in him picking up the pace.

About ten hours after he left Holesweet, he could see a plume of smoke from a chimney, as the lab came into view. He gave a small grin at his good time, trekking the last few hundred meters to the front door of the lab. Rapping his knuckles on the door politely, he pushed it open, heading inside. He made his way into the lab, finding the Professor in a room with two kids. Heh. Kids, he thought. He was starting off his journey in this region just the same as them, so maybe they didn't deserve that title.

Leaning against the wall, he watched quietly as the three interacted. It would be his turn to talk to Hickory and get his Pokemon soon enough. No need to rush the man. He had to admit though, his interest was piqued by the two starters he had seen, a little lizard type Grass Pokemon and a Water type which appeared to be, maybe, a Ghost sub type. He'd never seen either before, but he had a pretty keen eye. As he slipped his arms up, crossing them behind his head, the two Beretta pistols he wore in underarm holsters were visible under his jacket, as were two military medals pinned to the inside of the leather garment.