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 Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2015 12:51 pm
❝ Any less would be uncivilized ❞ I am Sason Alistor Notori
But I demand that you call me Master or Master Notori
I'm not that old, I am 25 in appearance, my actual age is older than humanity
Are you blind? I'm obviously Fire demon in human form mixed with incubus and angel. I know I'm a mutt of the worst kind
Here's an easy one, I'm Straight
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born In a human sense, August 3rd, 450000 b.c X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm 6'1"
I don't look it, I know, but I'm 195 pounds
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Whiteish Silver
Look closer, my eyes are Crimson Red
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have My back and the front of my torse are covered in large gashes and scars from the numerous attacks on my life over my ife time as well as a scar over my right eye. my knuckles also have their share of scars as well X X❝ I ' m Xs e l f i s hXb e c a u s eXIXc a nXb e . ❞
I want a slave with Velvet
Painted Pink, Lime, Violet and Blue Violet
And a few other things, like Ruby, Broom, Ball of String and Star X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ People say I tend to be I've been told by those who like me that I'm happy-go-lucky and carefree. By those that hate me they say I am conceited and always take what i want.Both of these are true but those that really know me would add that due to my incubus blood I tend to be more provocative than most and my natural charisma only makes things worse. I have gotten into more than my fair share of trouble by flirting with the wrong person. What most don't know however is that despite my cheerful disposition I hide a rage that would scare Cerberus, when it surfaces, cities have been known to be destroyed. I dont usually get this way however if i have the right people nearby to calm or distract me.
You're so nosy. Fine, I will tell you that I was born to the archdemon Lucifer and an angel woman whose name i still dont know after almost 500000 years. My father met this angel during the last apocolypse, this woman he took as a prisoner of war succeeded in not only seducing but changing my father from a ruthless killer to a more docile demon, hence why the world is run as it is now. A couple hundred years after they met I was born. I had inherited my fathers demonic traits like his control of fire and the use of "hades Armory" a pandoras box of sorts with every weapon and armor the user can imagine. I also inherited my mothers kind nature and sense of the value of life. I used this power to rise, to everyones surprise, to the title of demon kind and the strongest demon in all of the under world, a power on par with my fathers.
Despite being Demon King I was never cruel. The human souls who came into my care were well taken care of until they passed from hell and purgatory to their rightful place in heaven. As much as i dreamed of visiting heaven in search of my mother, being a demon i was forever banned from the realm of angels. Never having found the woman who brought me into this world i strove to better myself and my powers. In the process of doing so i found the realm of humans and how intriguing the human race was. Against the advice of my council and my father i made frequent trips to the human world, there i watched civilizations rise and fall and even helped protect a fair share of them as an advisor to kings and general of armies. My powers and gifts i brought to man kind made them worship me as a god, now this was nice and all but not my thing. So after many generations of being a god and helping humanity continue on its path or greatness, i returned to the underworld to await my passing into legend and for huamnity to develop more.
Upon my return to the human world it was around the 15th century, which suited me just fine, the archetecture and the way things were ran were far different from the savagery i witnessed in the past. And so i returned to helping man kind progress by advising kings and generals, but never actually fighting myself after what hapened last time. As i made more and more time in the human world i attracted the affection of multiple human women, my incubus side went wild over the years leading me to several marriages and a few entering into slave terretory already. The problem with being immortal however is thati outlive every wife ive ever had. Age wasnt the only killer of my wives, demon attacks for my titles and hum ill ness robbing me of my loved ones. after losing more wives than anyone should ever witness i began to give up on love, no longer looking for love but for someone to satisfy my urges and keep my demon side in control by distracting my humanity. And so i have become a very avid slave owner.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Sake
ღ Cherries and red fruit
ღ Sex (obvious for an incubus right)
ღ Sunny days and fire itself
ღ Windy and stormy days without the rain
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Rain is my worst enemy, it weakens my powers and ruins my mood
✘ Most vegetables, simply dont like the things
✘ Betrayal, my loyalty is not to be taken advantage of and if it is the price to pay will be steep
✘ Dis respect, much the same as before
✘Heights, i love to fly but simply cant stand being on the ground high up, makes me sick X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can Creation and manipulation of fire are my forte, also the creation magic of Hades Armory, allowing me to create almost any forged creation i can imagine, including things like shackles and chains if i so choose
The person that works my mind is not me, but Sason Mephisto
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Posted: Sat Jun 13, 2015 11:14 pm
 ❝ Time may heal wounds, but it does not erase the scars. ❞ I am Aurora Harper Mandolin
But I will let you call me Aurora
I'm not that old, I am or rather, I look Twenty-Two
Are you blind? I'm obviously a Half-Demon
Here's an easy one, I'm Heterosexual
You really want to know that? Fine, I was born April 9th X X ❝ M o v i n gXXXo n. ❞ Do the measurements, I'm Five Feet Eight Inches
I don't look it, I know, but I'm One Hundred and Forty-Three pounds
I suppose I have to say every last detail, my hair is Black
Look closer, my eyes are Blue
Of course you can't see them, I hide them. I have a myriad of scars. Some stuff heals, others do not, one master took a liking to testing such things and from him I have a few specific scars. One such scar is in the way of a burn wrapping around my left bicep, from far-away it can nearly be mistaken as a tattoo. There is also a lovely scar across my right hip, a jagged sort of line pointed up toward my abdomen. These are the two major ones, the others are smaller, and one really needs to be looking to find the faint lines left in their wake. A birthmark, in the way of a lightened bit of skin can be found back behind my left ear on my neck. Both ears are pierced, three on the right and four on the left. X X❝ C a l l Xm e Xs e l f i s h ,XIXd o n ' tXc a r e. ❞
They gave me Leather
And colored it Magenta, Maroon, & Pink
And from it they hung Piano, Broom, Dog, Graduates Cap, & Ruby X X❝ I fXy o uXm u s tXk n o wXm o r e. ❞ I come across as a stubborn soul. I do not need someone to care for me...I do not need someone to show me there are good people out there in the world. I would rather be left to myself, be left to my own life and so I have stayed mostly defiant no matter the ways that have been used against me to suppress such revolt. There is no prince charming for me; such fantasies died with my mother. No one has been able to break me, nor have I really let anyone else in. There have been the occasional few in my life whom I have chosen to listen to. Yet, that is my choice, as I'll be damned if I become one of those slaves who do everything without question. So you see, I am only defiant because I want to be. I find that if I am going to be forced to live this life, then I might as well have the fun that I see fit. Be that just saying what I am thinking or doing as I please. Respect is earned, or taken, it is not given freely, no matter what anyone else would like to say or believe.
I have no notion of changing. Upon seeing the meek slaves in my visits to the shops or markets, I have never wished to be like them. Their life may be easier, but they do not truly live. I would rather be in the middle of a fight. Be given a weapon, or to use my own two hands and defend myself. My father was the one who taught me to fight, sparring even as a child. It was how we bonded, and I am ever thankful that he took the time to teach me even if I was a girl. I know he is long gone, but I would imagine he would tell me to stay strong and not give in.
Quit invading my life, It went My life story? You expect me to sum up whole of my experiences and produce it back to you in a summary of sorts within the confines of a few paragraphs? Fine, I would rather not share that much with you anyways. My mother was a demon, my father a human. As you may easily understand that did not fair well of half of either race and so I came as even less of a welcome upon being born. Things were fine for a little while, I got to grow up with my parents, though we stayed out of the way for the most part. My mom always trying to get me to accept the fact that I was different, and yet embrace that which she had passed down to me. She was able to teach me some things before she was killed, my father soon after taken away from me, and I was left to be abducted myself and placed into the sort of world I find myself in now. At first I was frightened by the idea of being owned, of being told what to do and then with age I grew defiant.
I have passed through many a master, the majority of my life being locked behind this collar has allowed me to see the styles of different handlers. A old man was my favorite, though he passed before I could attempt an escape. I had grown comfortable in his care and forgot about what truly mattered, it will not happen again. There was another family who had two children, they were in my care for the most part of my stay. I did not mind this as much. Children are innocent souls, not yet tainted by the world and society who wish to shape them to become a fit for their placement in the scheme of things. The children were sweet, they knew nothing of my own status, and they were of a few who ever saw me smile. I was found though to lack elsewhere...or so their mother said. It was probably more so that she was jealous her children loved me more, a maid, no a slave, in her home than they did her. I had no problem telling her of her faults as a mother, to which she did not take to well. After ordering me to be beaten as payment for my awful words she sent me right back out into the market.
From there I went to my most recent home, a family there as well, though the children no longer of an age where they needed caring for...at least not in that way. That was probably not the smartest move on my part. Sexual relations with my owners son did not bode well for me. I did not conceive that he would stand up for me, so it came as no surprise when he did not. At first I had only been screwing one of the kitchen staff, but the son found out and begin to pursue me. He was not too bad, and would call me away from my other work to 'help' him, so I had little to complain of there. It had it's other perks, a much more comfortable bed for one, and some other treats. In the end we were discovered, and his mother was one to throw many a harsh word my way, whore, harlot, sex addict, and a few others. (It seemed she also knew of my bed time fun with the cook). It was not as though I was screwing everything on two legs, but her mind was made up, and there was no changing that. The very next day I was sent off, back here to await the next master who thought they might take a chance on me. Words like 'potential escapee' and 'sex addict' now in my file.
Quit bothering me, I'll say that I like:
ღ Alcohol
ღ Sex
ღ Rain/Storms
ღ Reading
ღ Music
I'll tell you that I don't like:
✘ Being controlled
✘ Collars/Leashes (I'm not a dog)
✘ Talking about my past
✘ Flowers
✘ 'Girly' things X X❝ F i n a l l y ,XW e ' r eXn e a r i n gXt h eXe n d. ❞ A few last things so you don't ask any more questions, I can read things. Meaning by touching something or someone I can gather a feeling from them. It is not an exact science, and can sometimes be muddled depending on what it is I am touching. An object that has been passed around to many holds little to nothing but a muddled mess of bits and pieces. On the other hand, an object that belongs to a person, and is primarily handled by them alone, holds a lot more meaning. People are easier to read, as they are a direct current to which one can reach out to.
Yes, there is some side things, like in being a half-demon there is one twenty-four hour period in which my demon blood is settled so that I am for all intensive purposes human. Small changes in appearance make this state easier to notice, but it also removes all general demon like strength/power that I enjoy due to my demon side.
The person that works my mind is not me, but Inu-chick 316
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