Blood. It was everywhere. It coated the halls of the monastery as Takai
shambled along, a fog clouding his mind. Where did the blood come from?
Takai in his stupor looked at his hands, scar covered and still dripping
from the fresh blood. Takai blinks, and remembers. The abbott did not
approve of Takai's worship of the God of Blood, Davairus. He also did not
approve of the fact that in his practices, Takai would ritually cut himself
as a sacrifice, spilling his lifeblood for Davairus himself. The abbott
attempted to reprimand Takai, but Takai would not hear of it nor would he be
disallowed to practice his sacred religion. In a rage and filled with
bloodlust, Takai murdered the abbott, but not before he called for his
guards. Soon, it was all over and a total of seventeen were dead. This was
the most blood offered to Davairus by Takai, and he knew it was only the
Slightly angled dark eyes stare out from beneath a set of wispy and
elongated eyebrows. His head is shaven clean except for a tail located at
the back of his head which has been braided and falls over his right
shoulder. Upon his forehead are six dots separated into two vertical
columns and seem to be a permanent fixture to his person. Stern crimson
lips sit just above a strong and angular jawline. His long nose is the only
thing out of proportion to the rest of his features and it is apparent that
it has been broken on several different occasions. His body is strong and
lithe, with muscle and sinew rippling hypnotically beneath his olive skin.
Most noticeably, are the razor thin scars that decorate his forearms and
hands. They appear ritualistic.