Pronounced " Kay "
"Kitty-Prince" "Kei-Cat" "Prick" "Asshole"
"Gobbering brainy gun-loving, white-faced, arse cat"
Also known as...
"Jason" "Jay" "Grasshopper"
Cursed. Demon hybrid. Semi-immortal. Chaotic Evil/Neutral?
Mild sociopath. Arms collector. Murder for hire.
EVERY CITY HAS THEIR DARK CORNERS.
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 he could have had, at that point. The wrongful footsteps into an abandoned theatre building were made with the intention of refuge. When the night had ended in heroin withdrawals among other life-shaking events, when things couldn't have gotten any further down, he was to be proven wrong. Along came the restless spirit. First chilling the young man to the bones, the longer he remained in theatre after his first terrible night the more attached the spectral woman became to his presence. Attachment soon grew to a level of obsession, causing aggravation in return from the youth. It was a game of tolerance... up until the last of his fuse was lit.
In eventually agitating the spirit which still lingered within the ruins, what it would bring him would be countless years of solitude to his name. What was once flesh withered to scarred bone that begged the question as to whether there had ever been flesh present at all. What were once eyes, became densely hollow sockets that showed not an ounce of reflection if shown light. What were once teeth were turned to predatory fangs. A loss of humanity was in place, as something far more demonic to have altered his being. From the moment he had woken up after the spirit's outburst, it served as a breaking point that started the transition from an unfortunate teen to a promising sociopath in the making. In a way, he lost everything. Yet he gained something far stronger than his former self.
He lost a life, what he gained was nine more.
After that? Well...
" You thought you could kill me off that easy..? "
During the earlier portion of his life, thereafter the curse, the cat built up a reputation. Murder, theft, drugs, vehicular homicide, you name it, he's done it, even several times over. Once being a bit of an anarchist, he has less respect for the law than the next person and worries little at times of whether his actions will catch up to him. Adding in some supernatural ability and the promise of immortality, it all seemed to come together as a dangerous combination... one that would spur on the destructive tendencies that kept him at bay for the next few decades or so.
As a result, Kei's demeanor is one that leaves much to be desired. At times, he can be arrogant and downright inhospitable. Hell-bent on independence, he seldom gives others the time of day unless it harbors some immediate benefit. Utterly desensitized from the violence he has faced, as well as caused starting at a younger age, empathy can be a lost concept. The ideals or opinions of others occasionally fail to register and can often mean little to the demon. Add in general aggression, bitter choice in words, heavy-handed sarcasm, and a short temper? Kei has a longer record of pushing people aside than he does keeping them around
Kei is also known to have a fixation on weaponry and has amassed himself a small collection over the years. Mainly knives and shorter range firearms, it doesn't exclude the occasional rifle or long barreled weapon. In addition, he has some past history with dabbling in explosives on a minor scale.
THE HUNTER SOCIETY.
" We hunt to protect. We protect to live. "
Eventually finding himself in what was another rock bottom, it was a familiar face passing through the city that pulled him back onto his feet and gave him a second chance to change what his life had become. This came after an impromptu hunt with none other than the Huntress, Alice D. O'Malley. An acquaintance turned friend by strange circumstances, later turned into teacher and best friend he would trust more than anyone. It was the second time that she had suggested that he joined the ranks of the Hunters distinguished within the organization, to which, in search of a purpose other than dwelling on the streets, Kei finally accepted.
The process began with an opening interview. Explaining his tiredness for doing empty mercenary jobs on the street turned into the explanation of the curse to which he was plagued... and ended promptly with a gunshot wound to the side of the head right there in the interviewing room. With his justifications found as credible, in addition to the shock that persisted to Alice's 'demonstration' of the curse's ability, he was allowed forward. A week's preparation came to pass and he was onward to his first hunt in New Orleans.
Three hunts would come to pass: in which they traveled about the world, dealt with spirits, demons, and beasts alike. A man once thriving in a lifestyle without boundaries nor morality, now is doing what he can to walk a line between right and wrong for the first time in his life. The trials lead to injury, physical strain, and emotional trauma that, in the end, he didn't quite know he was capable of expressing. Regardless, the year process hit home in a manner that will stay with him from that point on.
Hunting in Egypt. | 100% Health. Panicked. | "Now what the fuck!?-"
Glock 26/27 duo | Hunting knife | Gasmask
Flashlight | Food rations | Climbing rope & pick
- A necklace from Alice. Almost always worn.
- Two pistols- Glock 26/27, a gift from an old friend.
- A pair of titanium knuckledusters from Agnes.
- A sealed envelope in his bag.
HE AIN'T SO ALONE AFTER ALL.
Alice is hands down the closest friend he has to his name. She has been there to pick him up from some of his harder times and is ultimately the person responsible for getting him onto a straight and narrow path with his life. As a result, he's willing to do whatever he can in order to keep her around. He will try and do so, whether that means having her back for each hunt, or being invested in taking as much hell from her as he needs to in order to get past the wall she's put up around herself. (x1)
Agnes is Jason's one and only biological child. Due to the fact that he had never wanted nor expected to have kids, he was absent for almost the entirety of her upbringing. Fast forward fifteen years, the two had clashed from the moment they had met as Agnes got her due revenge, the two fighting even up until present meetings. There is no telling whether the two are on good or bad terms, as it changes by the week. As of recent, the relationship between the two has improved with Agnes' time spent in holding at the Hunter Society's Headquarters.
A seasoned killer and a trained thief- what better combination is there? There’s no telling how the two interact with having such little in common between them, or how Jason ever came to take a liking to the man. Either way, the two have gotten into their fair share of mischief, and have emptied several glasses at the bar on occasion. More or less from alcohol-induced talks, Cooper is a person Jason’s found himself opening up to, offering information Alice or Agnes wouldn’t get a hold of so easily.
It was heavy rain that dragged the Catwoman into the theatre, and no matter the demon's attempts it seemed Kei couldn't force her back out. When Kyle stated her plans for the renovating decrepit building, Kei's own wishes be damned, it formed a bitter rivalry and territory dispute that he won't be giving up anytime soon. Still, just as irritable as he is about her stopping by on occasion, he harbors curiosity as to just who the woman is, and just what might make her 'tick'.
" Home is wherever you set your shit down.
Doesn't mean much to me. "
Once his primary residence in times of homelessness, later a common return point within the city. For those that may wander in, the interior is coated with a layer of dust. Some regions may be disturbed, should Kei be passing through between his hunts. The backstage corridor houses a row of doors down its hall where several remain locked due to his presence there. The parts that are occasionally maintained are surprisingly taken care of, despite the decrepit state of the theatre itself coupled with the man's destructive nature. The theatre also hosts a large population of stray cats that have come to stay. The numbers, as of current, stand somewhere in the thirties. The strays were dwelling in the building long before Kei's presence, and are likely to remain there far past his time should nothing disturb their sanctuary. He has taken care of their wellbeing to the best of his ability in the past, and still returns to do so, on occasion. The demon has always considered it as 'paying rent' to those that were there long before him.
When not busy with hunts that take him just about everywhere, Kei can be found in locations about the city. He rents a single bedroom apartment on a month-to-month basis that serves as a home base and jumping point. Other locations include the Hunter Society Headquarters, stationed deep in the trees of Georgia where few are likely to wander on accident.