Act I. The Profile

Name: Akaru Vega Darkfire
Title: King
Age: Unknown
Race: Baatezu (Devil)

Act II. The Diagnostics

Height: 6'2"
Weight: 221lbs
Hair: Black: long and well maintained.
Eyes: Crimson
Voice: Mature/Strong
Skin: Pale yet fair.

Act III. The Armament

Weapon(s): Hands, Swords, Pikes, Daggers, etc. Akaru is well adapt to just about any weapon and it's respectable styles of usage. Although, his most favored is a long katana named Crimson Rose; foot long hilt with a five and a half foot long blade.
Armor: Full suit of steel plated armor. Chain mail under armor. No Helmet, no cape.
Accessories: None


Act IV. The Dossier

Likes: More so he envies humans and the lesser Faye's about the living realms. He admires their compassion for life and the fact that they are able to live out a set number of days then perish from the Hell of which they survive.
Dislikes: Just about everything.
Attitude: Stoic.
Habit/Twitch: None
Quote: none

Act V. The History


Almost a millennia ago it seems, Akaru was created in the fields of birth beyond the Castle Darkfire; where the second one stood in the land of Paragon a very long time ago. Justice, the queen and mother to all Darkfires, made him special and for her own reasons that were exposed at a much later time. For ages, he trained until finally his skills were to her approval. By the time he had reached full maturity, Akaru was appointed the Commanding General of one of the Darkfires largest manifested skeletal armies. These bags of bones were more than just simple skeletons, they were powerful and majestic in their abilities. Akaru died once a midst these wars that were common with the Baatezu. His soul was lost to the Abyss for over a thousand years or more and finally was retrieved by that of the Abyssal Lord named Solaris Prime. Every since then, Akaru had been changed in a more darker way, as if his soul was tainted by the Abyss itself; as if the Abyss was within him, using his body as a host. Imagine that, a Devil with an inner demon of greater proportions than he himself.

After the wars ended and the Castle was destroyed, Akaru set out on his own for almost a thousand years before seeking out his Queen, his mother; Justice. When he found her, their reunion was short lived as she held a Masquerade Ball and celebrated her favorite son’s return and then a few days later she had left. Before she made a colorful and memorable exit, she appointed Akaru as the ruler over the family’s lineage. At first he was apprehensive about the idea for the simple fact he didn’t want to lose her, but he accepted.

Years had passed as he roamed the realms searching for a place that was untainted by war and famine. Untouched by that of death and desperation. Akaru ended up traveling for many years before finally trying to get back in touch with his family. His worse fear had became true, those in his family were now either dead or lost forever. Was it so? Was he now alone? Was he now a King of nothing more than a Legend that would soon turn to a myth and eventually would be forgotten. This enraged him as he then sought out a land of his own to establish roots once more and revive the once thriving bloodline of the Darkfire legacy.