Xara Takashi

[Sparrow]

Demon Form and Mask

Labyrinth (Oomph!)

“Knock, Knock let me in, let me be your secret sin.”

Name: Xara Takashi
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Age: 20 Human Years
Species/Breed: Rakshasa
Coloration: Xara has dark blue hair that matches fairly with his slivery blue eyes. His skin is very pale, and he has various blue, red, and silver piercings. It is often that he wears a black or purple hoodie, and there isn’t a moment where you don’t find him wearing black leather pants. As odd as it may be, Takashi tends to love leather accessories as well. Sometimes he adores to be wearing various collars stringently around his sinewy neck. Though on one special day, he commemorates by wearing all white.

Weight/Height: 168 lbs. 6.5ft.
General Personality: Xara is rather the obscure type, he usually is never fond when those are kind to him when he is most likely to end up killing them anyways. Being as sly as he is, it is fairly simple to have an invitation to his meal. Demons like him have the great ability to shape shifting, invisibility, invulnerability, and other various supernatural gifs. His usual victims are small children (along with their parents) and or women he can manipulate. He would much prefer his normal human form, but will occasionally use shape shifting in desperate times. His attitude can be bad, but it is often that he chooses the wiser side of things, so he plays things off with a rather casual tenor.

History

Born in the Yaksha (nature spirit) clan, Xara was very well known for being one of the wise rakshasa of these demons. He was raised under the traditions of the Yaksha and was taught to not kill like the Asuras (corrupted rakshasas). He was only able to execute those who were under requests; as for the name rakshasa is the meaning of the protector. As a demon under the name of rakshasa, he possessed such power like shape shifting, invisibility, invulnerability, other strengths and even poison within his claws. He used these to his ability quite well, and served under his queen, Ravana. Even though he held such great power, it was a profanity that all rakshasa couldn’t enter a home unless requested or invited in. It has been like this for thousands of years, ever since their very existence. For the hundreds of years that he served under the queen, his motivation to protect and guide her had slowly begun to fade. Within every moment, she had wrought to become more selfish and lusted for power. It was when she decided to attempt to slaughter a godchild that her life was instantly taken. It was her choice of death you could say, that left no choice but for him to continue on the requests. Xara prolonged to grow stronger; he eluded the Asuras and managed to keep his virtue. Until one day he received a request. A rather young human male came to visit the rakshasa shrine; you could say that he was in his twenties. Just one look and he could see jealously and hatred written all over his face. Xara wasn’t overly fond of the human, but it was just one request to send him off for another extermination. His requestor only had given him a trace of the target’s scent, and nothing more. Spending days on end searching for this unknown target, he made way towards what seemed to be a derelict lake. There sitting at the end of the worn dock, sat another young male, he wore fainted white clothing. Oddly it suited him well. His feet were dipped into the water, and he looked as thought he was enjoying the cool night air. Without much sound, he shadowed up behind the quarry and raised his hand as if ready to strike him down. The boy tilted his head up just barely, to stare at the rakshasa. Small, but calm words escaped the male’s mouth. “Are you here to kill me?” Xara couldn’t help but yield his crusade. One single look at the boy, and he knew that he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Murdering such measly humans was no problem at all, but this one human boy was different. He could only stand there before the boy, averting his eyes. “I was supposed to...” Seating himself next to the human, he could only remain silent. The human held out a hand and gave a faint smile, “I am Haru, what is your name?” He flinched at the hand and slowly took it in his. “Xara, Xara Takashi…I was sent here to have you killed.” The boy sighed and looked down. “I know, this isn’t the first my brother has sent people to kill me.” The two talked for while. It was then everyday, that they met at that same lake, they would laze on the dock conversing about their pasts or desires they had. Xara was rather happy that he didn’t kill Haru; he was as innocuous as he first saw him. For a while, he took a liking to him. It wasn’t often that he liked anyone though. It was just hard to fall in love with a human; they eventually all had their ending. Let alone a human that was constantly being hunted. It had seemed that more were after Haru; his brother discernibly wanted him dead thinking that he was at fault for their parent’s deaths; he wanted a futile reprisal. Xara didn’t want to seem like an Asura killing all these humans and devouring them, but he had no optimal due to the fact that he wanted to protect Haru. His life depended on him, and Haru was not one of those things that he wanted to lose. He never knew how precious one person could be to him, until it hit him…. hard. Startled by the distant screams, he darted from the lake. It was when he came up to a small house, that he found the foundation of the screaming. There in the window he could see Haru being tormented in vain by his brother and other standbys. Tears welled in his eyes at the perplexing site, when all he could do was stand there and quid against the outside walls that concealed him from helping. Of all the things the curse could keep him from, it had to be the only one that meant something to him. Reticence took in after a while. The men eventually left, and they snickered like swine finding the results enjoyable. The rakshasa was left there with the aroma of the blood of his only loved one, and he couldn’t hold the courage to look at the callous scene that was left. As for the pained and strenuous cries echoed through his head, he sauntered to the dock at their lake. Sinking to his knees, the demon tightly clenched a velvety box. Inside it held a trivial simple ring reasoned for Haru, but now it was the last thing to remind him of what had only seemed to be a dream to never come true.

April 6th, the last time Xara had seen Haru alive. As a promise, Xara wore white on this day every year, to commemorate his only treasure. He had completely given up on humans. Inopportunely, he was slowly becoming a tarnished rakshasa himself. It is often that he is found in the ghettos hunting down the degrading humans as much as he can. Today, he lives in the mid-housing areas and is still requested. The assassin’s guild nevertheless, waiting for his acceptation to join them.

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