Born 2 months, 4 days ago
Color: Least Weasel
House: Oceandome House (195/250)
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Itachi is infected with Lycanthropy. Changes into a beastly monster after exposure to moonlight or especially frustrating board games. Howling at the moon relieves the symptoms for a little while, but use a Golden Apple for best results.
Itachi looks stunning!
Itachi's very special treasures!
Favorite Color(s): red, black, and blue
Likes: sparring, racing, fighting monsters, tripping people, card and video games, and henna
Dislikes: angels, arrogance, cheating, people who twist themselves into monstrosities for power, and slavery
Favorite Food: Rotsuoy's Savory Monster Chops
Hated Food: None
Other: Demons can eat whatever they please, though Itachi prefers meat, and monster meat in particular, Toyhouse
A sudden blur takes you off guard, sweeping your legs out from under you and knocking you flat on your back. As you pick yourself up, you can see the blur has come to a stop in front of you, revealing it to be a weasel. No, not a weasel, you realize upon closer inspection, but a yokai. A demon.
"Ha! Got'chu good, didn't I? I haven't seen you around. You visiting?"
The weasel gives you a wry smile before shaking his head.
"No, course you are, that's obvious enough. The name's Itachi - remember it.."
"Hmm? What am I doing here? Living. Duh. Mortals, I swear..."
"What- no I don't work for that arrogant feathery butthole of a demon! Sheesh, just because I'm yokai and a demon doesn't mean I'm subservient to that particular demonic hierarchy. Let's just say we have...different spheres of influence, yokai and demons. Besides, I'd like to see him try to bend me to his will."
There is a glint in Itachi's eye, one that promises violence should Belphegor even try.
"At any rate. I'm no lord or whatever among yokai, and I prefer it that way. Leaves me free to do my own thing, you know?'
"What do I like doing? Fighting. Whether its killing monsters or testing my skills against other warriors, there's nothing quite so thrilling as being in the heat of battle. Of course, monsters taste delicious, too, provided they're cooked properly..."
Itachi licks his lips, before nonchalantly tossing one of his scythes into the air, catching it by the handle with ease.
"I enjoy henna, too. What, don't give me that look. Yokai aren't all about death and destruction and mayhem, not all of the time. We're more...acting in our inherent nature, like Ouroboros and Shiloh, and less a moral choice like the more traditional demons you know of. That's not to say we don't have a moral choice, it's just a bit different for us than it is you mortals."
"And unlike those demons, we couldn't care less about corrupting you lot. Most of the time, anyway. What can I say, that's boring."
Itachi flashes you a fanged grin.
"Tripping people up is a lot more fun. Especially when they can fight back, and then it becomes a game of cat and mouse. Faolan especially is a good player in that game. And tanukis, well, there's nothing funnier to them than watching mortals act like idiots. One of their favorite tricks is to shapeshift into a bottle of alcohol, and when a mortal reaches for them, roll out of the way. The mortal will just keep reaching and reaching, and they don't even stop! Even though they know something isn't right they still keep going for the bottle!"
Itachi cackles, clearly finding this as entertaining as these tanuki apparently do.
"Kitsunes, oooh, now there's a tricky one. Watch your mouth around them, 'kay? You never know what kind of a mood they're in...and unlike me, they're a lot more powerful."
"What? It's true. I'm not a demon on their level. I'm not Belphegor, I can admit my limits. It's just the way of things - kitsunes are stronger than kami-itachi; that's how things are. Jeez, those demons and pride..."
Itachi rolls his eyes disparagingly.
"Anyway. You don't have to worry about watching yourself around here; I'm the only yokai living on the island, for now. Who knows what the future holds?"
"Huh? Arya? Oh no, she may be a kitsune but she's not a yokai. Look, she's a spirit of winter, yeah? Not a demon fox. Big difference, that."
"Anyway. Just keep your wits about you should you run into said demon foxes and you'll be fiiiiiine - just don't be an idiot and sign away your soul and you've got nothing to worry about."
Before you can even demand an answer, the demon cackles before racing off, once more a blur in the wind. At least he didn't trip you over on the way out.