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a character in “I Command Thee”, as played by By Starlight

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Basics:
Name: Kage
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Role: Demon
Family: Unknown

Appearance:
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Dark red / brown
Weight: 160
Height: 6'1"

Brief Appearance Description: His face is well-structured, angled squarely without being craggy. His nose is straight and faintly aquiline, his cheekbones high, his mouth full but not overlarge, and his jaw on the sharper end of the spectrum. Everything about his appearance is quite symmetrical as well, so much so that it seems to lack the natural flaws and idiosyncrasies of a fully human face. He looks rather like someone crafted him, with uncanny precision and attention to detail. His eye coloration is rather exotic and distinctive: his eyes are a mix of a blood red and auburn, the blood red most prominent in normal lighting. Occasionally his eyes can obtain an odd blue-green shimmery water color.
His hair is a jet black, the cut a little shaggy and feathered at the ends, incredibly soft to the touch. It once grew long but it falls somewhere in the middle of long and short.
He's generally pale compared to most people, his skin is an ivory/porcelain color, which seems to make his hair and eyes more bold.
He's tall and on the leaner side but still muscular, standing at 6'1" and weighing around 150 pounds. He has an averagely smaller frame, but isn't totally weak. His presence makes him seem much taller than he is, carrying himself as a tower.

His most prominent expression is one of studied neutrality, face carefully closed off, mouth set in a firm line. He often appears thoughtful, though at times, he’s known to break out into a catlike smirk or scowl deeply. Overall, however, you’ll probably only see these variations infrequently. He's mostly seen with a blank stare, and it's rare to see any other emotion. Occasionally if he's comfortable around you he'll smirk, and if he's close to you he may even smile and laugh a bit. His feelings may be easily-disguised, but his fundamental nature is there for all to see.

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Personality: Kage is careless and indifferent. He requires nothing from anyone and merely goes about life without hope or ambition. He is not dangerous to anyone and he does not look for trouble, until trouble finds him and he does not back away. His facade is boring, seemingly dull and uneventful. His face is unreadable, and cold be described as stone cold. His eyes lack any glimmer of hope, and his general demeanor is calm in it's own depressing way. Though, he is not sad, lonely, or depressed, getting a vibe like that around him isn't uncommon. Because of his lack of compassion with anything, others find him a bit sad to be around him, as it seems he's going no where. Those who know him better have gotten used to that fact, and tend to ignore it, or they understand his feeling. His sin, sloth, separates him from the rest of his group. The other three seem to have motives as to why or what their goal is, while he is just getting by. He does have the want to be human, but his motivation seems to disable him from trying as hard as the others. On top of it all, you could guess he doesn't care very much about anything.
Which is very, very wrong.
In his own way he's very respectable. Though he lacks motivation, he makes up for it in ethics. He's a gentlemen, easily that could be given to him. He respects others unless they have given him a reason to not. But even then he's polite and calm. He doesn't take an undue advantage of his power or the weaknesses of those around him. He is a man who does not compel others to do anything against their wish. He never intentionally offends others physically or mentally. He never inflicts pain unless he feels it's right to do so. He often displays his humbleness, his prudence, his calm, his patience and his principles.
He's generally quiet, but not necessarily shy. He doesn't ever talk to hear his own voice, or just for the hell of it. He speaks when he has something meaningful to say, or when he's spoken to. He may come off as reserved because he often stays a bit back from the crowd. He usually watches and listens to debates and arguments, rather than joining them. Even then he doesn't seem to form opinions or take sides. You could call him mysterious, but after talking with him you may just decide he lacks depth. Honestly, it takes patience to get to know anyone, him especially. He's no open book, but he is kind. His kindness sticks him out from the others, but then again he doesn't speak up much.
He has another side to him, one that may seem odd. He has a protective nature about him, maybe even a peaceful keeping moral. His protective side isn't spoken, more shown in actions. Even though it goes against his general idea of courtesy, he will physically harm those he's protective over. Though he hasn't had this feeling or issue in hundreds of years, it's still there. The others in his group he wouldn't consider them close necessarily, they just have more of an understanding. He's protective over the ones he loves. If anyone in the group was indeed in trouble, he would maybe stand up for one of them, but that happening, or them needing his help is unlikely.
As for quirks, he has a few. He regularly looks up at the sky to check the position of the sun/moon and occasionally comments on it, he finds stars and the atmosphere fascinating, though he knows little about it. He also always knows the direction he is travelling in, mainly because he has a compass, but he also remembers by where things are facing. He has a habit of saying things in rhymes or making mini poems randomly.
Overall, he's deep in his own way, has a gentlemanly manner, low motivation, and a protective side deep within him.
His darker side is not to be forgotten, he is a demon whether he shows his sadistic ways or not. He's apathetic to most people, and feels little mercy for anything.


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Sexuality: Bisexual
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Biographic History:About over 700 years ago, Kage was about 17. He had a family, and they lived in a small village about 3 miles outside of a bigger town. His parents were tailors and shoe makers, and ran a small business. They met when a traveler was passing threw Kage's father's house. The man was a traveling shoemaker, just like Kage's grandfather was before Kage's father. They talked business mainly, but Kage's father was helping them one day, when he met the traveler's daughter, the soon to be love of his life. They were married, and though her father continued to travel, she stayed and bought a house with Kage's father. They began a business of making clothing, and took off pretty well. Then, they had their first child, a boy.
His mother decided to name him Kage, because it meant shadow, which ended up working nicely for him. They lived a floor above their shop, because they couldn't really afford another house. In the upstairs, there were three small but cozy bedrooms. On for his parents, one for him, and one for his sister, Angelica.
In Kage's eyes his sister seemed to truly be an angel; which is what they called her. The way he felt about her was never envy, like some children would. He was never jealous that she seemed to be the perfect little girl, and he always had a close bond with her that couldn't really be understood. She was two years his younger, but he'd looked after her since she turned 6. Ever since then, they were very close and spent almost all of their time together. She looked similar to Kage, their hair and eyes were almost identical, but she looked younger than him. They were mainly inseparable, until he was 13, and she was 11. At this age, he began working at the family's shop, while his sister went off to play with her other friends. Though he was a bit lonely, he never blamed her for that.
He was around 15 when Angel caught a bad cold. Well, it was later to be discovered and named as the black plague. She was violently ill for about two months and things were looking pretty terrible. Everyone expected her to die any minute, and Kage spent most of his time by her bed side, not caring if he got sick as well. The family mostly spent money on doctor bills, and didn't have as much time to run the shop while they were caring for her. They seemed to keep losing money.
His father asked him to run an errand for him late one night, and Kage agreed to, taking orders. On his way home, he ran into a strange mysterious figure. Though he couldn't specifically tell if it was a man or a woman by looking, mainly because it was dark, the voice was deep like a man's. It was velvety and tempting. The man offered him a deal, saying that if he signed a contract he could make his sister better, and not sick anymore. He also promised enough money to put them well off.
With the amazing offer, Kage didn't even think twice when the man mentioned there would be a price. He quickly signed the contract, and within the next day, his sister began to get better. Kage was thrilled, and a letter in the mail addressed to him, saying that a relative had died and left him a large sum of money. His parents were slightly confused, because they'd never heard of the person who'd died, but gratefully took the money.
The next years came quickly, and another bad obstacle approached. This one more morbid and deadly fated. His parents with both involved in a very religious cult. They took it extremely seriously, and didn't seem at all very upset when they told their son and daughter that Angelica was going to be given up as a sacrifice. she was a main candidate, the perfect age from all of the group's daughters, and the group decided that her sickness was caused by an "inner evil." The sacrifice was to get rid of any evil, and give it to their god, and their devil. They gave the offering to their god, of a beautiful girl, but the life to the devil, because she cheated death before.
Horrified by the fact and how they brutally planned to torture her with pain before the actual killing, Kage was a mess. Angel was as well, and often cried the week before. The day before the sacrificing, Kage came up with a plan, though it was also a bit disturbing.
He sat Angel down, and explained a way that was nicer. He told her that they would walk to the top of the hill just outside of town, and hang themselves together on the old tree. Though they both seemed scared, she agreed.
Kage had decided he didn't want to live without Angel, and she seemed a bit more brave knowing she wouldn't be alone. He promised her that they'd be together in the after life.
That night just before midnight, they sneaked out. With two pieces of rope in one hand, and two letters in the other, they made their way to the hill. Kage pulled out a pen, handing it to his sister while she wrote the letters to their families. Kage began to tie the ropes in nooses.
It was a beautiful night, the moon was large and shining. It was cool, but not too cold, and the occasional breeze brushed passed. When it was time, together the stepped forward, and did the deed. The church clock loudly struck midnight, ringing out over the hills. Kage hung there, squeezing his eyes shut.
He didn't understand why it wasn't working. After another 10 minutes passed, he sighed and got himself down. He turned to help Angel down as well, but what he found shocked him.
She was dead. Perfectly still. A breeze came, and she swayed a bit. Her eyes were dark and lifeless.
Kage couldn't breathe, a few gasps came out, which then turned into sobs. Why hadn't he died as well? Did he tie one of the knots wrong?
In a stage of panic, Kage pulled out a pocket knife and tried to stab himself in the heart. He felt it, and it hurt. He took the blade out, and waited for the blood. Confused when it didn't come gushing, he removed his shirt and jacket. There was a thick gash where he'd stabbed himself, but it was rapidly healing. The scab covered over, then morphed in nothing, just his skin. Scar tissue stayed though, and he ran his fingers over it.
This must be a bad dream, he'd thought. But no, it wasn't He soon realized he was immortal.
He was numb, days turned to weeks, weeks to months, until around a year had passed. This was when he was called on again. He debt sentenced him to slavery, for a good amount of time. He was to make contracts with humans and serve them as they pleased. Although their contracts were much different than his own original one.

So begins...

Kage's Story

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The streets of the little neighborhood at the outskirt of Tokyo were quiet, and almost eerily so. Now and then a lone dog barking in the distance could be heard, or group of kids who were up to no good talking to each other and laughing. Yet these were few and far between, just like the cars passing by, casting a momentary light over the otherwise dark street.

Seated against the wall of a tall building in an alleyway was a jersey wearing young man, his long bangs casting a shadow over his jade green eyes, making them unidentifiable to anyone passing by, if that were even to happen at this hour and in this location. They did their job of hiding the tears spilling onto his cheeks well, however, so Dominic had little reason to complain. With the back of his filthy hand he wiped them, muttering inaudible something to himself before wrapping his fingers tightly around the neck of the spirit bottle next to him.

"Damn this all," he whispered bitterly, tightening his grip of the bottle, lifting it up slightly to gaze into it. There was barely any alchohol left. He grimaced, and then suddenly he froze. There was the sound of a movement somewhere nearby. His heart lurched and his eyes widened as he pressed himself against the ally wall, hoping to go unnoticed to whomever might be there. Soon enough, however, he dark shadow flitted out from behind a container, revealing itself to be a stray cat. Dominic sighed, relaxing slightly as he pulled his knees close to his chest and shut his eyes, shivering with cold.

I don't want to do this anymore,
Dominic thought to himself, gritting his teeth and holding his head tightly between his palms. His whole being was shaking as silent sobs escaped his lips. I don't want to, I don't want to...please...someone, let me die. Let me die... "I can't stand this any longer. I don't want to, I don't want to..." his whisper was shaky and his voice thick with emotion. More tears rolled down his cheek and again, he tried to wipe them. They trickled down his wrist, mingling with the blood running from his self inflicted wounds.

He had already relinquished all hope that anything would ever change, and long since had Dominic turned his back on God. He knew he would never be able to break this evil circle had been forced into by himself- so what reason was there for him to live? All he had ever wanted was to feel true happiness, but every time, just as he thought he had it... it slipped away from him. Almost like it had never been there in the first place. If life granted him nothing but pain and suffering, what reason would there be for him to struggle? If he had nothing left to hold on to, why not just let it all go? Even Dominic realized there was no reason behind the choice of continuing to force yourself thorough a never ending maze of agony. For him, there was no hope.

"I just want it all to end," Dominic stared at his bloodied hands for quite a while before shaking his head and curling up tighter, shutting his eyes. I don't want to do this anymore...

Somewhere over in the distance, the sun lazily began to rise over the horizon, casting out all of the looming shadows and bathing the world in a glorious, luminous light. Morning was upon Tokyo.

Little did Dominic- or any of the other few individuals selected by fate; realize what was lurking deep within these shadows- or what was to come.

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Drip, drip, drip... The sounds of the IV echoed through the lonely hospital room. A girl with long white hair stared softly at the IV drip, watching the contents go through the tube and through the needle in the crease of her arm. A sigh escaped from the young woman. She glanced up at the ceiling. Thoughts spread across her mind as she did.

'Tomorrow will be the day... won't it? I'll die tomorrow...' The girl frowned. Death couldn't come sooner enough. She had been ready to die since she turned 16. No one in the world would miss her so why should she care? Her parents sure as hell didn't. Neither did her sister... The girl stared out of the window. The sun was already starting to rise... She hated mornings. They just served as a reminder that the world would continue on without her and it bothered her a lot.

"Miss Tachibana? I've brought some breakfast..." One of the nurses chirped as she opened the door and placed the food on the girl's bed. She stared up at the nurse and nodded.

"Thank you..." The nurse sniffled a bit and tears were leaking out.

"Forgive me, Miss Akane, but... It's just too sad that you have to die tomorrow..."

Painful...? Akane frowned a bit, to the nurse took it to mean that Akane was agreeing with her, but it couldn't be further from the truth. Akane was secretly angry at the nurse for saying such a thing. She was going to miss her? What a bunch of lies... She would never be missed and she knew it. Her parents wouldn't miss her. All they would miss was the time they wasted pretending to care about her. Akane then gave the nurse a small smile.

"Please, don't cry for me. I've accepted that I was going to die. I'm not looking forward to it but I've accepted it and I'm not afraid."

Part of that statement was false. Akane was ecstatic for her death. No one would miss her and she wouldn't miss anyone so she just wanted to die and get it over with. The nurse bowed and walked out of the room, obviously still upset. Akane sighed as she was relieved to be away from the ignorant woman. Staring at the meal in front of her, she saw tea and some form of cereal. She took a few bites of the cereal before drinking the tea. She never did eat much anymore. She then looked around the hospital room.

'God... I hate you for torturing me like this... Why couldn't I just die today and get it over with?'

Unknown to Akane, seven other individuals were thinking the exact same thing. And unknown to all of them, they were all being watched by mysterious figures; figures that would change their destiny, for better or for worse...

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Xerxes, the male that had moved from a foreign country to study abroad, wasn't feeling much of anything. He wasn't sad, angered, or detesting anyone in particular. At most, he just felt sort of empty... and tired. He had planned out the day to the best of his ability. His decision hadn't been spontaneous. No, it had been perfectly planned out, his form of a joke. He knew exactly at what time he was to come. He knew exactly at what moment the door to the roof of his family's building would be open. He knew exactly how to leave a message to be delivered after his death. He had thought out all variables and consants, or at least he imagined so. It wasn't like it actually mattered or so he tried to tell himself. A little voice, one born from him constantly being pushed to be 'perfect', told him that it did matter whether or not his death was planned and caused no inconvenience. He hated the voice, but it was his own, so there wasn't much he could do.

He spun his keychain around his finger nonchalantly, trying to get himself calmed. Death wasn't a laughing matter, and not even he could just blow it off with his normal apathy. He was however, mostly worried about how the death would happen, worried that it would turn he forgot to include something in his plan and he'd end up dying a slow death.

His keys went flying from his fingers, but he didn't necessarily care. They ended up landing somewhere further on the roof of the building, but he didn't get up to get them. He wouldn't need them where he was, if everything worked out as he planned, going. He looked towards the sky, looking for a sign.

No, he wasn't looking for any sort of holy message, one that would tell him to save himself. He wouldn't follow the message, even if he believed in a god. He was looking for something else, something he knew existed. A plane, or rather, a private jet. This specific little jet, if his information was right, contained his Father and Mother who were going to another country.

He scanned the sky and, after a few minutes, managed to catch it with his eyes. He couldn't think of anything dramatic to say that wouldn't sound cliche and forced, so he just walked off the building, which was unluckily way too high for his comfort. "Shi-" He closed his mouth before cursing, mostly so he wouldn't accidentally ingest any flying insects. Still, the ground was annoyingly far away.

AS it turned out, he didn't want to die. He had been acting ridiculously illogical, so damn illogical, and he regretted ever coming up to the roof. There wasn't much he could do except count off the seconds until his inevitable impact. He wasn't scared, but he didn't want to die either. His intelligence however, couldn't much to help him in the dire situation he was in. He was going too fast to safely stop, and he didn't see any way of doing so. As such, he closed his eyes. He wasn't scared of death, but he was afraid of the pain.

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Kage stood motionlessly by window of a very squared office. Whoever's office it was was not currently there. His arms folded across his chest, solemnly glancing around the room. It was ordinary, the general modern feel of metallic colors along with basic supplies and furnishing. As he'd arrived at the building itself he'd picked up the feeling of melancholy. He didn't much like any work place, especially those that standardized everyone into a small cubical. He entered quietly and was most likely ignored by everyone he passed. Whether it was a blessing or a curse he had a talent of blending in. Even as a child he was never very wild, and it was uncommon for his actions to cause a scene. Gentle and subtle movements dominate his appearance, he's somewhat elegant in an odd way.
Being back in the human world for Kage was more of a chore than a blessing. Then again, being anywhere felt forced and tedious to him. Although many of his experiences with humans had been ill-fated, he didn't dislike humans necessarily. He found humans stupid and impulsive. He felt their time alive gave them so little to learn and discover. They only see their own perspective, letting things like emotions drive them from place to place. They dream and settle for less, work only to feel unaccomplished, and generally give up. Naive and thirsty for some sort of salvation, they believe what they are told and hold onto it as if with answers they may have everything. But their are always more questions.
Being a demon had its ups and down. For some time Kage felt almost relieved. Their was no fear of death for him, or idea of it if he wished for it. He couldn't die; he was immortal. Not like he hadn't tried in the beginning though. Since then it'd become his reality, his tasks and everything that came with them were a cycle; a routine. Kage went through the motions numbly, not caring to give more or less. He did what was asked of him, possibly never letting anything sink into place fully in his mind. He was sometimes jealous of the humans he worked with, their ignorance and blissful stupidity was desirous. Some say the only way to be happy is to be stupid. When you know to much you find yourself disappointed and cynical.
So now, as he waited for his new project of some sort, he thought of his own near death experience. A small chill ran up his spine, remembering the morbid night he and his sister attempted to escape their fate. He had, he supposed. But after that night he felt he was entitled to be as honest as possible. The very thought he'd lied to his sister claiming they'd be together sickened him. Now he found himself honest and sincere without compassion.
The second he heard a voice from outside, which he had been waiting for, he peered out of the window which he had opened when he arrived. With meticulous timing and some almost inhuman strength, he caught the arm of a man's falling body. He lifted the body up slightly, making it more comfortable for himself to hold him dangling there. He decided he'd present the contract in a life or death matter for a greater effect. If the boy had made any noises or spoken Kage had ignored it, any shocked expression he also ignored, presenting his offer more simply. "I've been sent to help," he began, "catching you is no accident." He only paused for a moment, "I have an offer for you - anything beyond your wildest dreams, whatever you desire most. It's yours." He let it sink in for a moment, observing the boy struggle from the window. "The alternative of course, I could let you continue what was interrupted." He stared emotionless into his eyes, "It's a small price to pay for what's being given.. All you have to do is agree."

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"Shock, noun, defined as a sudden upsetting or surprising event or experience." The words left Xerxes' mouth in a montonous tone, while his expression betrayed nothing but a fake sense of apathy, after the male had caught him. The situation was illogical, improbable, and his arm really hurt. It's comical, really, how the human mind tends to focus on simple things in times of confusion. It seemed obvious enough that his hand would hurt, considering the fact that he had been falling at an extremely quick speed. He did however, not get the chance to completely ignore the situation as he had been intending to do.

The person who had 'saved' him was speaking. He looked down, immediately regretted doing so, then focused his attention back on the person carrying him. It seemed impossible, the idea that someone could nonchalantly carry 184lbs with their hand(s). "I've been sent to help," The male said something that was highly improbable. It made the word 'lie' pop into Xerxes' mind, but he didn't see any signs of the male having lied. "catching you is no accident." Kage, not that Xerxes yet knew his name, at the very least was 'nice' enough to dismiss any ideas of this having been a coincidence. That didn't however, help much. All Xerxes could do, at that moment, was memorize his immediate situation. "I have an offer for you - anything beyond your wildest dreams, whatever you desire most. It's yours." This statement, the most illogical one Xerxes had heard yet, was funny. Funny.

Xerxes was, without restraint, about to laugh, but Kage's next statement caused a slight panic. "The alternative of course, I could let you continue what was interrupted." Cold, the voice was cold, as were the eyes. "It's a small price to pay for what's being given.. All you have to do is agree." Kage didn't give, in Xerxes' opinion, him much of a choice. It was either die or get his greatest desire. As such, his answer was simple.

"You must think me an idiot." Xerxes was nervous, so very nervous, but his voice didn't betray so. "What's to say you won't kill me after I agree? There are so many problems with this," He winced, the pain in his arm was starting to become more pronounced due to his initial shock going away, "I want to know the terms, the price, and the limits of what I can ask for. Can I ask to become a god, to make people bow to my every command, to know all there is to know, or are there conditions?" Xerxes, at the very least, was not an idiot. He didn't havea reason for believing the person in front of him, but he wasn't stupid enough to not play along. No, he would play along. He was however, trying to think of a way to get away from what he assumed to be a madman. "Answer my questions, and I shall decide whether or not death is a good enough alternative." Xerxes was, obviously enough, scared. He was scared, but he wasn't the sort of person to cower in fear when scared. He could be killed any second now, and he didn't want that, but he had to think of a way out of his situation.