I feel like he's lacking in detail *Frowns* And I'm for some reason very nervous about putting this up... But, um... Here! I hope its alright and not too terrible... If there's anything that needs altering (like I said, its been a while since I've seen Ai No Kusabi) then let me know! *Throws it out nervously*
LitoMongrel, Elite, Furniture, Pet:
PetIf Elite, what category:
Having being recently crafted to the liking of his Master; an Onyx by the name of Iskis Lain, he remains unaware of his limited lifespan, of which he has already lived three months of. Like all Pets, he is deemed beautiful to look at, and is nearly always seen beside his Master as a symbol of the status he possesses. His duties are extremely wide-ranging due to his unquestioning and obedient nature (though his free will is not fully suppressed); from simply standing by his Master as a breathing piece of art, to delivering various messages and the more private duties that are preformed in the bedroom to indulge the voyeuristic delight of his Master. The latter is the most regular of his duties, and as a result he has a mild addiction to aphrodisiacs; becoming slightly shaky, and losing his attention to detail when in withdrawal, often making small, if noticeable errors.
Overall his life has not been a cruel and harsh one; he preforms as and when he is told to without question and thus the need for punishment had never arisen. The few times when a demonstration of what happens to those that choose to abuse free will is need are always taken in stride, as are the few periods during his withdrawal symptoms where he has erred, and Lito has never once raised an objection to anything asked of him.Appearance:
His shade of hair is predominately pitch black, though shots of dark brown and silver streak through the shade.
His Pet Ring
is a simple band of thin silver that adorns his throat, Iskis' name written in engraved black lettering in the very centre, as if to show clear pride in his Master.
There is but one blemish on his figure; a small scar running from the slender line of his hip down to his upper thigh, a self-inflicted injury after he dropped a glass upon returning it to his Master, a shard of glass neatly splitting his skin. it serves as a constant reminder to never let his focus slip, even when being overcome by withdrawal symptoms.