Age: Unknown
Race: Snow leopard of a magical kind.
Rakshasa, a name, a title, where he comes from its both. As a title it means hunter of the north. His real name is lost to both himself and his clan. When he was around the age of 16 they took him on their first hunt of the season, the best hunters Having to run away from his clan. Realizing that they had a taste for attacking humans, and eating them afterwords. He attacked on his friends, his brothers, his sisters and parents. Before running away. And that was years ago. Now that all the blood had washed off, he was trying to start anew.
Rakshasa grew up not knowing what kind of food he was eating. As was customary where he grew up, to not know what they hunt until they're able to go on their first hunt. When he learned of this inevitable fate that they eat humans...he asked why? what did they do to deserve such a horrid fate? However no one gave an answer. So he turned, wishing to protect humans instead of hunt them. Killing half his clan before he ran off. Now that there is no clan for him, no place to call his own. He kept his name as the name he had as a kid was erased from his memories.
He is handy with most melee weapons and ranged weapons. He's learned how to use a couple guns in the now multiverse. He's a decent shot, and an expert in longer weapon melee combat, like pole arms and spears and stuff like that. Pole weapons are his favorite.
