"If you're not having fun then what's the point?"
Name: Zakari
Gender: Male
Age: Around five-hundred and seventy or so, as near as I can guess. My kitsune form has five-tails. So my guess should be pretty close.
Race: Lesser Oni - Kitsune
Personality: I've been called a lot of things in my life. Mischievous. Capricious. Dangerous. Monstrous. Friendly. The list goes on and on. And I can't really disagree with any of them. They've all had an element of truth. But how I'd describe myself is much simpler. 'Old.' I've seen a lot. And I've seen it more than once. I've lived and loved and lost and found and done it all again and again. And more than anything I'm bored of the repetition. Which is why I like change. When things get shaken up, things get fun. It's why I like new and unique things. Especially when it comes to people. I like the oddball and the underdog more often than not. And most of all I just want things to be entertaining. It's the reason I helped the Oni take everything. And it's the same reason I will help the humans take it all back.
Faction: Sakura Rebellion
Skills: The usual tricks of the Kitsune trade. Shape-shifting, fox form, human form, anywhere in between, I have a few different human forms I can take. Samurai style sword fighting that I learned amongst the humans. My natural aptitude for fighting, and my youkai body, help out tremendously when it comes to fighting.
History: You ever hear the folk tale about a fox who lives a hundred years and gains the power to change to human form? Turns out it's true. And it's really quite a surprising thing for an elderly fox to go through. Though calling it 'elderly' is making light of an extraordinarily long fox life. Of course, as a fox, you don't think about that sort of thing. You just know that people keep going away, but you do not. It's very strange to think that I once acknowledged that fact, yet had no idea why it happened. Something as simple as 'I am old.' was beyond my grasp. Until I reached 100 years of age. It was like a rebirth in a sense. And I guess, in a sense, it really was. For I became more than a crafty old fox that day. When I finally learned to change back into a fox form I took the risk of going through with it, knowing that I may lose my new found mind. But I also knew that if I lost it, I wouldn't know. So maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Thankfully I managed to keep my mind.
For a start I was still practically a fox. I was smarter, yes. But still a fox. A tense bundle of hunger, survival instincts and skittish responses to noise. It would mystify me why I ran from a rustling bush, when in my mind I knew it was just the wind. Eventually my mind managed to take control. Sense and sensibility won out over instinct. But I never lost my connection to nature, and more importantly, to my family. It used to be that all I cared about was protecting my forest. To keep my friends, family and home safe. But no matter what I tried their lives would end, and I would keep going. As is the curse of living longer than others. Saving lives to watch them end. It was a bittersweet existence.
And then humans started turning up. Humans, with their long lives, vast stomachs and dangerous disregard for the life of my forest and its inhabitants.
Protecting the forest became harder, a lot harder, when the humans turned up. Their hunters would claim family and friends as trophies. I didn't begrudge them for that, it was the natural order. As an animal once ruled entirely by instinct I understood that. But it was still painful. I killed a lot of huntsmen back then. And I do mean a lot.
Slowly the chopping down of trees came to a crawl, and they would grow more food for themselves. I know now that they had settled there. The little place next door to my forest became Tokio Funka. The initial surge of activity was them building houses and farms. And as time passed I became more and more interested in them. Watching them grow old took a lot longer than it did with my family. Over the years I even got to know some of them, in my human form of course. To be honest I preferred them and their wits to the general confusion of my forest friends. I had a hell of a lot of fun messing with the humans. Getting to know the humans. Learning from the humans. Watching them grow old and fall in love. Watching them have children. Things that would take a fox three years, they spread it out over fifty years and squeezed every drop of joy out of it. It was really quite incredible to see.
And then, suddenly, I was approached about the Oni invasion. They wanted help. And I wanted to be entertained. So I agreed to help. Now, hearing that, some may wonder why.
Why would I agree to help in such a thing? After I just got done telling you how much I enjoyed my time with humans. Well, that answer is simple. I am selfish. I liked the humans, but I like myself more. And this promised to be very interesting. And at my age it's unbelievable how strong the pull of 'interesting' can get. So of course I joined them. And, if I do say so myself, I helped out a fair bit in the planning stages. I had experience with humans after all, and more than a little experience with Tokio Funka. But when the time came and Oni arrived. The humans... Well... Let's just say I thought they were going to be more formidable than they turned out to be. You hear stories don't you. Stories of Demon Slayers. Strong humans able to defeat Oni at the drop of a hat. I went along with the invasion plans thinking it'd be fun. Thinking it'd be a challenge. But I was sorely disappointed.
We were too efficient for it to be fun. Of course, the rest of the Oni wanted that. They get their fun from the domination of the humans. But that holds no interest for me. You see, I didn't realize it until we actually invaded. But, the humans, those delightfully free and long living humans. Innocent and ignorant in all things supernatural. Watching them live. Having fun with them. Pulling pranks and generally messing with them,
that, was the fun part. Without me noticing, the old Tokio Funka had become my new forest, literally in some places as the wood they had used was from my trees. My new home was amongst them. And they were an endless source of entertainment. I realized too late obviously, the invasion was already complete. But once again my forest needs to be protected. Even if that means going against the Oni and their cohorts.
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