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Name: Ochi Dai
Side: Dark
Race: Ghost
Age: 37
Appearance: In life, he was a tall, muscular man, tanned from spending any available moment under the sun, long hair kept neatly tied back in a ponytail. That body, however, has long since fallen away to decay and replaced several times over by the abandoned shells of whatever poor individuals had found themselves dead shortly after meeting him.
Weapons: A simple katana. It has no name, nor ornate decoration, nor magical properties beyond the sentimentality of the wielder. As such, it has been kept in pristine condition and is of quite resilient make.
Special Skill:
Possession: Being a spirit, Dai is able to possess the bodies of others in order to interact with the physical plane. The success rate and allowed time of this ability are inversely proportionate to the strength of will of the host, with a 100% success rate of permanent possession of an uninhabited body (i.e. dead). Without a body, Dai is ultimately unable to manipulate the world around him, and must be quick about finding a new host in the event of corporeal destruction or spiritual expulsion in order to reduce the length of time he spends useless.

Chill of Death: A debilitating grasp that drains the heat away from whatever it comes in contact with, resulting in a potentially debilitating freezing sensation through the body of the victim. More resilient foes can break free from it easily enough, but it can present enough of a shock to the system to stun most people momentarily if taken by enough of a surprise. It can also be used on inanimate objects, dropping their temperature well into the subzero range within seconds.

Breath of Life: A vampiric ability allowing Dai to drain the life force out of a victim through their breath, using the energy to regenerate his body to repair wounds and extend the overall usage of whatever shell he's inhabiting. However, the victim must be restrained to the point where he can breathe in their life, which in many cases isn't a particularly easy feat.

History: A decade ago, Ochi Dai was one of his village's proudest sons. He was a respected samurai in the service of his daimyo, a loving husband with a devoted wife, and doting father to two sons and a daughter. But such loyalty to a lord has consequences, especially when two lords find themselves in a disagreement. Wars ensue, battles must be fought, and the husbands and fathers must leave to do battle to defend the honor of men they've never even met. Such was the duty of Ochi Dai, and a duty he fulfilled with the utmost dedication.

But when the husbands and fathers are away, dishonorable men are free to come play. A group of bandits came down from the mountains and threatened the village, but the village wouldn't sway. They told the bandits that their land was home to the fiercest of samurai, and any interlopers would certainly face the wrath of these mighty warriors if the village were to come to any harm.

The bandits called their bluff, burning the village to the ground and slaughtering everyone within.

When Dai returned with his men, he found everyone he loved laying dead. The bandits had made a clear example of his home, proudly leaving their mark in the hope of intimidating any they might come to prey upon in the future. Stricken with grief and rage, Dai buried his family, spent a sleepless night staring at the stars, and at sunrise he left the charred remains of his village and trekked into the mountains to exact his revenge.

And, if he hadn't been hungry, parched, exhausted, and entirely alone against the couple dozen bloodthirsty raiders when he arrived at their stronghold, he might have accomplished something.

So he, too, was slain, his soul cast into purgatory. But the rage in his heart--or whatever could classify as a "heart" at this point--was beyond measure, and quickly attracted the attention of demons, who offered to help return him to the overworld to exact his vengeance if he agreed to serve their master for eternity. With no family to carry on his line, no one to bury him and complete the rites for him to pass on, and no use for honor or loyalty to some mortal landowner, he accepted their offer and returned to Earth as a yurei, rising within his cold, dead body for a second round.

Quickly adjusting to his new form, he quite capably dispatched the gang in the night, commandeering the corpses of those he slayed, possessing the weaker willed bandits and forcing them to assault their allies long enough to turn the whole gang against one another, until all laid vanquished but their leader. And soon he fell, as well, dying terrified and alone at the hands of samurai whose life he had destroyed on every conceivable level, darkness overtaking him as he watched everything he had worked for burn to the ground around him.

And for the next ten years thereafter, his vengeance complete, Ochi Dai has roamed the earth with no purpose other than to fulfill his obligation, serving at the beck and call of the forces of the demon lord Talkatz.