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Name: Tsuya Katashi
Nicknames: Katashi, Master T, Kat.
Age: 429 years || appears: 23 years.
Species: Vampire.
Wings: No.
Gender: Male.
Clan: 2nd Street.
Orientation: Heterosexual, though he will feed off of other men, too.
Eye Color: an actively disorienting shade of blue that blends between dark, stagnant waters and the sky; more importantly there is no other shade - no black or brown but for the thinnest ring around the iris, and the pupil itself.
Hair Color: Naturally black but for many, many years now it is a dark brown that looks almost red when touched by light.
Skin Complexion: Pale, as is usual.
Normal Clothing: Whatever he wants.
Personality:

Who is that man standing behind the fire, untouched by it, stronger because he is eclipsed? Who is he? You want to know? You want to feel his lips caressing your skin, his eyes flickering over the lines of her body with appreciation? Oh, ladies you're in for a treat, an eye-candy that will turn your world upside-down without you even knowing. Like a dream he'll hold you, love you, and leave you wanting for the rest of your life because that's exactly what he is: a vampire. The sweetheart, the kat-kat that snuggles his cold body up against yours for your warmth, and do not fear, no do not fear for he is tender, he is sweet and he will rock you in his arms until you've fallen asleep and woken from this dream craving things you wished he had done to you.

Dark, mysterious for the brilliant fire which dances around him, seeking his attention, he is the opposite of his sister, the other half, surely and truly. While she is sexual, he is tender, where she fucks, he makes love; protective, unbearably considerate and loyal to a fault it is almost frightening how oblivious he is to the way he draws you forward with a smile, with a tilt of his head, his fingers sliding up the soft line of your arm. He is mystery, cold, surreal - a dream manifested from the very moonlight. He is cold water that runs over your skin and leaves you gasping, clawing for more, wanting more and being unable to hold him. As daylight will come, so he will leave, and he does not lie.

It is almost painful how honest he is, how he will whisper how much he wants your warmth, your humanity and he will take what he could from you so gently, oh so sweetly and he will rise with a caress of your hair and look back over his shoulder; a call, a desire that surges forward and grips you so tight so that you feel as if you are his one and only, the woman, the man, the human who could satiate the insatiable. You want to fill the hole in his heart, to bring daylight into his darkness and yet he will slip from your fingers the more you try, and he will smile as sweetly, as forlornly as he always has, breaking your heart and grinding it to pieces.

Not his fault - you don't pity him, but you want to make him smile, you want to take the pain in him away and instead break yourself against the wall he has. Do not wish him ill, he does not do it purposefully. He is full of longing, of a yearning so deep it runs in his very marrow and chills him in his inhuman, vampiric soul. Katashi does not know what he wants, does not know why he is so lonely when there are so many women who want him, so many men who would want to call him friend - and sometimes more - or when, oh here is the biggest tragedy, when his sister is so full of love that it burns him, distances himself from her.

He wants that heat, but at the same time fears to grab onto it, to change it, to cool it even though he knows in his own heart that it would never extinguish. She burns too brightly for someone such as him to hurt, and yet, and yet. He fears to hold her as she wants him to, fears to bring himself to the brink of love with any immortal, so he does not and holds himself in the shadows, lets himself fade when the lights single out her bright flame. But do not mistake it for submission: of the two he is the stronger, for while she weeps or rages, he is the one who stands firm in the face of the storm, can make decisions, can protect her when she cannot, and does so unstinting.

Why does he delve so deeply into the human populace? Why does he drown himself in a woman's thighs, in her sweat, and her love? He wants so bad to be human, to be filled with a purpose that he cannot see but where to put his foot to get closer to it. But he is dreamless, without a purpose, without a goal and can only exist through the theft of their blood - so he follows these lusty, musky women into their bed chambers, fulfills their dreams in hopes that maybe one day it'll rub off on him and he'll have served some greater meaning in life. He does not like games as Taro does, but he will not stand to see her heart broken - though he breaks it more thoroughly than anyone else ever has, or will. So perhaps he is not the evil man you had in mind hiding in shadows, and not the coward you had deemed him but something altogether different: a man looking to fill his raw empty heart with something other than bloodshed.

He is Taro's support, the quiet wall she leans against when no one is looking, and he lets her fly as far and freely as any hawk, and this consideration, this uncanny ability to see through a woman's heart is so wasted on a man who cannot, and probably never will feel the love he craves with every pulse of his old, dead heart (every wasted ounce of life he steals for a selfish craving to overcome that black pain which makes him cold, so utterly dead inside).

Likes:

• ' ' PEACE. {i would lie down for eternity if this would leave me}
  
• ' ' SATISFACTION. {if she can smile, i have done well, indeed}
  
• ' ' FLYING. {oh, heart, cruel heart!}
  
• ' ' TRAPEZE. {is this the only way to be free?}
  
• ' ' ADRENALINE. {this, then, must be life}
  
• ' ' BLOOD. {bastard cravings! I'd banish you if i could, but i cannot}
  
• ' ' SOFT SMILES. {there is affection there, surely}
  
• ' ' LAUGHTER. {the most beautiful music there is}
  
• ' ' CURVES. {nothing more alluring than the curve of a woman's neck}
  
• ' ' DRYNESS. {feel my skin sliding over yours?}
  

Dislikes:

• ' ' EMPTINESS. {if only there was something in my heart!}
  
• ' ' LONELINESS. {what is this shadow that looms over me?}
  
• ' ' LOUD WOMEN. {Taro, deal with her?}
  
• ' ' FIRE. {if i could just grasp it in my hands!}
  
• ' ' VAMPIRES. {humanity! i wish i had been born to thee }
  
• ' ' TEARS. {no, no, hush, do not cry, i am here}
  

History:

He had a larger role in the events that changed Taro's life than anyone would ever know: even her. Sure, he was born with her, was once part of her and was one half of her soul - the soul which had been split in half, forever barred from unity. It was because Taro had so much willpower, so much drive to do that Katashi believes he was left with none. No one thought he was would live -- he suffered from the birth, the second to be born, the true death of their mother. He fought, oh how he must have fought to stay within that quickly dying womb and his strength tore her apart, bled her until she passed into true death with him only half born. They pulled him quick from the womb, but he was sick, and weak where his sister was strong and vibrant: from the first she was the firelight by which he had been dimmed, the succubus which stole his life even as she gained momentum.

There was no resentment in the quiet, watchful child, just an unlikely affection for his twin sister that boosted her up higher in life than could ever have been planned. Yes, he encouraged her, smiled when she smiled, moved when she moved but it was as if the tie between them was unbalanced. While she was the life, he was the shadow, the darkness which only brightened her flame, quickened everyone's hearts and made them fall for her. They would protect her from him, they would think, not knowing that she leaned on that darkness as much as she feasted off of it; and she always came back.

When her father beat her, Katashi was also beaten for he would not stand by while the other half of his body was destroyed beyond recognition. It was here the resentment was sewn, the hatred for the man who hurt what he considered himself - a part of him that he could not embrace. So he fought with his father when she did not know, was bruised, broken and healed when she had her eyes turned. His childhood was full of darkness and he became it: the shadow that covers the moon through out the night. He knew emptiness while she knew pain; he knew regret while she knew denial and it was a fit as strong as it was impossible. Two twins, so unlike each other it was miraculous that they even stood next to each other without chaffing - but they loved each other in their own way, knew each others wants, and desires and Katashi fed her dreams, became her trapeze partner when she wanted to learn to fly: were the quiet hands that caught her, that held her up when exhaustion pulled too fiercely at her bones.

Some must think him weak that he stood behind her instead of before her, but there was strength in yielding and Katashi learned it then and there: he gave himself to her, caught her when she fell, supported her when she faltered, encouraged her when she looked askance at him. One thing he did not give: his body, his heart, for it was taken, carved from his chest by the moonlight which he could never reach. He did not know where it had gone and it wasn't for some time before he realized that emptiness was to be his gift from his mother, who's life he had stolen.

Beautiful in his quiet, introverted way, there was wisdom and strength in his voice, a tenderness in the way his hands touched you, held you, pushed you up into the light; his darkness reflected your light and he knew it, and persued it. When Taro came to him with grief on her heart, he knew what had to be done: Yoichi, their father, their tyrant, their Slaver, must die. He told her he would do it but Taro was fond of drama, and liked the way that she would be glorified - so he taught her, showed her exactly how it must be done, exactly when it would be done: he would give her an opening, allow her the glory and the spotlight she craved.

You know the rest of the story, and how it ended. The manipulator, the silent loneliness reflected in every wolf's howl, he is the sound that projects up at the moon in hopes that she will descend from her throne and reach down with her pale, white hand.

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OOC Name: Lady T ^__^
Any Extras About You: Katashi's PB: Gackt <3