(I thought i'd put this part up at the top, for quick reference)
Shokushu Student File:
First Name: Ayame
Surname: Tokano
Birthplace: Tokyo, Japan
Hometown: Chicago, Illinois
Height: 5' 4"
Bust: 34C
Weight: 120 lbs (muscle weighs more than fat.)
Eyes: Blue normally, but turn red when under attack.
Hair: Brown just above shoulder length
Build: athletically built. Not skinny, but trim.
Pubic hair: shaved
Virgin: not... anymore.
the Slayer at a glance:
She is blessed with superior strength and dexterity, though the amount of evil on the island hampers her abilities. She has the ability to sense evil, but the overwhelming amount of it prevents her from pin pointing its source. She is only aware just before she is in extreme danger.
Over the years, her parents and family have taught her how to track evil. She has learned many common "tricks" to aid her, such as using mud or certain aromatic substances to mask scent, or leaving broken glass on the floor to alert her of an approaching foe. She has also learned more obscure tactics, such as using powder (even flour found in the kitchen) to reveal 'invisible' enemies. Her upbringing as a slayer has left her with an impressive arsenal.
All of her equipment was stolen from her by the staff during the "plane ride" to Shokushu. Her bag of equipment was instead replaced by a bag of kitchen tools without her noticing. At the moment she is equipped with only the kitchen cleaver she found in the bag, the staff so nicely swapped her. she finds it a mediocre replacement for the short sword she used to use.
Weaknesses:
highly self-confident. Believes she can take on anyone. (and if she weren't on this island, she could) But with her weakened state, she really isn't a match for the fights she'll be starting. She believes she has had some victories on the island, but only because the powers that be at N.I.C.E. Laboratories have thought it would be good sport to implant these memories in her mind.
Personality: Though only 18, she is mature beyond her years. She knows her purpose in the world, and despite the weight of its responsibilities, she accepts them and uses them to motivate her. She knows only she has the power to protect those around her, and uses that to drive her. People and things can be mislead astray, but by fighting the very demons that cause the pain, she can protect the people she loves.
Her and her parents' lifestyles have forced her to be meticulous. A small careless mistake can cost a life. Like a special agent, trained to be on guard, she naturally takes note of exits, potential enemies and hazard, making it difficult to surprise her. Furthermore, her natural sense of evil helps her to be aware of any danger she might be in. Confident and self-assured, she's not one to give in--mostly because she's never had to.
~*--*~
As the plane neared the island, I sensed an overwhelming source of evil, the kind of evil against which my clan had raised me to fight. I played nervously with my shoulder length brown hair; my family had sent me to school to learn to fight the evils of the world on my own, but I hadn't expected the trials to begin so soon. Still, on the exterior, I remained calm. Panic, and the resulting chaos would give my enemies more chances to attack me with my guard down. My equipment, weapons, and arms were all stored away in the plane's storage area, but I wasn't worried. I could dispatch all but the most rigorously trained martial artists with just my body alone. Though my ability to perceive evil was weaker than that of my parents, even I could tell that this evil emanated from the island. Were all the students slaughtered upon reaching the island? no, that didn't make sense. Either way, I had to maintain the pretense that I do not know any better than my fellow new students on the plane. Once on the ground, I would rely upon my training to defeat the evil and cleanse the island.
~*--*~
I had been raised a taijiya, a slayer. My family was of ancient blood, and my ancestors had arrogantly taken a vow to defend the normal people of the world against demons. Most evil is blamed upon greedy men; however, it is truly these unseen immortal demons who are pulling the strings. though unable to defeat the demons, my clan has vowed to thwart their plans, protecting humanity in secret. Upon taking the vow, every member of the clan was blessed with certain abilities, chief among them, a sixth sense, the ability to sense evil. I had no choice in the matter. We were also given superior bodies, further honed by the family's strict martial arts training. Through my childhood and adolescent years, I traveled with my parents, following their lead, and thwarting the evil schemes in the city.
At the same time, we lived double lives. Appearing as a normal immigrant family, my father worked as an Electrical Engineer at a local company. Meanwhile, I went to school. While enjoying the skills inherited from my ancestors' vow, I longed to live a normal life. I couldn't participate in sports, for fear of attracting too much attention, but my family's strict physical training kept me busy outside of school, and kept me from having a social life too. I wanted to date boys, play sports, go to dances and football games, not practice karate stances, and perform long physical training. But though I longed to lead a normal life, deep in my mind, i knew I had been given a gift, and it would be irresponsible not to use it for good.
~*--*~
When the plane landed, I could no longer sense the source of the evil. It seemed as if the evil was pouring in on all sides, surrounding me. The sheer size of the evil aura was overwhelming. I didn't trust anyone here on the island, but I didn't want to seem too suspicious either. I allowed one of the staff members to carry my suitcase, but hoisted the duffle bag myself. The swords and daggers made a small clinking sound as the staff member walked me to my dorm room. (little did I know the weapons had been confiscated, and instead replaced with pots and pans, and other kitchen utensils to prevent my suspicion)
~*--*~
normal
in action
OOC:
Fetishes: forced oral, multiple penetration. bondage ^.~
descriptive undressing/tearing of clothes, Men. Women.
send me constructive criticism! Let me know what you think!
Thanks!
im kidding of course)