Demon hybrid. Semi-immortal. Cursed. Chaotic Evil. Arms collector. Borderline pyromaniac. Mild sociopath. Murder for hire.
Hunter in training.
Pronounced " Kay "
"Kitty-Prince" "Kei-Cat" "Prick" "Asshole"
"Gobbering brainy gun-loving, white faced, arse cat"
Also Known As...
"Jason" "Jay" "Jace" "Blue-jay" "Grasshopper"
" Keep staring...
and you're gonna look as fucked up as me."
Upon first sight, Kei stands just above average height and strongly built, about as physically capable as a human around his size could be. Jet black hair falls forward in somewhat of a messy and haphazard manner, shaven close on the left side of his face. The ends still show remnants of being dyed a dark blue color once upon a time.Where one would expect a face, his skin gives way to scarred bone: a fanged | SKULL | of strange nature, sharing both human and feline attributes. Where eyes should be, hollow sockets linger. The interior vague as if a material seemingly too dark for light to penetrate.
His ears themselves rely on a different frequency to hear, thus, his hearing is higher than that of a human. Things like humming from electronics, machinery, and other high pitched noises can give him a headache in a matter of minutes. He's gotten a knack for being able to understand other creatures as well, such as felines, canines, and an assortment of others. A feline's tail lingers likewise, topping off the strange choice of demon physiology that is the man's make-up. It serves a use in aiding the adjusting of his balance. With little chance of facial expressions... one must rely mostly on his body language.
(For example. If he's coming closer it's probably to try and kill you.)
EVERY CITY HAS THEIR DARK CORNERS.
" And so, he made his home on streets altogether meaner and
dirtier than those others would walk. A place where blood runs
in the gutters and the occasional screams in the night drown
out the music. "
His residence is within an old abandoned theatre that had been shut down for many years. Originating in the 1800's as an opera house, the establish eventually shut down following the death of a young singer by the name of Ophelia. Left vacant for many years after, in 1920's renovations went underway to turn the building into a motion picture and small performance theater. A short thirty years after, the productions stop and it resumed its role as another vacant building in the city. For the few that wander in on accident, the inside is coated with a layer of dust other than the few parts he inhabited since the curse. He had chosen a room off to the side behind the theatre stage with a back door, as well as a few others that remain oddly locked. These maintained parts are surprisingly well taken care of despite his destructive nature. The theatre also has quite a large population of cats that he occasionally takes home out of pity. The demon considers it as 'paying rent' seeing that the strays came long before he.
Kei's second residence is an apartment in close proximity, following his release of the curse and in gaining his humanity back. Two blocks down and one to the left of the theatre building, he pays a landlord a royal sum to ask no questions and to take care of utilities on a six month basis. He spends his time there only occasionally to sleep and when cold; it serves as a retreat from his mercenary work. While nothing special, it serves as a link to humanity he had otherwise been lacking.
THAT DAMNED GHOST.
The wrong person walked into the wrong place at the wrong moment.
What happened on that night, as a result he lost his life. Or rather, what little of a life that a homeless kid on the street could have. If you think he died, you would be both right and wrong. He lost a life. His old life, and he wouldn't be getting it back. The wrongful footsteps into the an abandoned theatre building were lead with the intention of refuge. In agitating the the spirit which still lingered within the ruins, what it would bring him would be five years of solitude to his name. What was once flesh withered to scarred bone. What were once eyes became hollow sockets. What were once teeth were turned to fangs. A loss of humanity and in place, something far more demonic to have altered his being. The breaking point that started the transition from unfortunate teen, to a promising sociopath in the making. In a way, he lost everything including his humanity. He gained something far stronger all the same.
He lost a life. What he gained was nine more.
It seems like something just short of immortality, doesn't it?
A 'gift' of immortality that would quite literally be the death of him.
" You thought you could kill me off that easy..? "
The cat has a reputation as long as the Empire State building high. Murder, theft, drugs, vehicular homicide, you name it, he's done it, even several times over. Being a bit of an anarchist, he has little respect for the law and truly believes his actions will never catch up to him. Adding in some supernatural ability and what seems like the promise of immortality, he somehow manages to keep himself under the radar.
He has a habit for destruction on impulse in which a life can sometimes mean little to him. With empathy being a rather lost emotion for some reason or another, the ideals or opinions of others occasionally fail to register, and can often mean little to the demon.
Kei is well known to have a fixation on weaponry, and has amassed himself a small collection over the last five years or so. Mainly knives and guns, with some past dabbling in explosives. Hardly ever does he make a move without a weapon on him at all times.
There isn't much hospitable about the man upon meeting. He's aggressive, and overall has a short temper. His words come out a bitter and laced with sarcasm. Kei finds enjoyment in making others squirm, whether it be by his cursed appearance or the smartass comments that leave his mouth.
To the few he has not driven away, to those that he considers good company, odds they aren't as fooled. He still has quite a bit of human at his core. He's stubborn. Sometimes clingy. Shows some emotion. Even genuinely smiles from time to time.
A necklace from Alice. He tends to keep it on his person.
Two pistols- Glock 26/27, a gift from Naomi.
Totem-like necklace featuring animal bones. A gift from Nikki.
Ornate dagger bestowed to him by a Demoness, it holds some supernatural abilities.
An obsidian knife bestowed to him by Shikoba, in order to "help him escape death".
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