Vitiate Fighter - Aadesh Mishra

[Aiko]

Full Name: Aadesh (pronounced Ay-ah-desh) Mishra Nickname: Aya, Pretty boy (used only by his Sacrifice) True Name: Vitiate Fighter Partner's Name: Yosuke[ Gender: Male Marital Status: “Who wants to know?” Age: 28 Birth Date: February 20 Occupation: None Dreams/Life Goals: To be free of his own chains, and to free all fighters from the chains of their sacrifices. Hair: Brown, long-ish Eyes: Gold Ears & Tail: N/A Height: 6’2 Build: Toned with clearly defined muscles. Name location: His name runs vertically down the left side of his neck, just below the ear. Race/Ethnicity: Hindu/Indian Language: Japanese, English Blood Type: O - Weight/Body Structure/Physical Faults: Aadesh has a dragon tattoo that runs the length of his left arm. The head of the dragon covers the slaver’s mark he received as a child on the back of his left shoulder. Aadesh is the silent brooding type. Because of his training, he is used to being seen and not heard. Even with his new found freedom, it is a hard habit to break. He is able to move while making little to no noise, and loves to sneak up on people. He is blunt and very to the point and doesn’t see the need to sugar coat anything. He doesn’t really care what anyone else thinks of him, if anything Aadesh takes other people’s insults as compliments. He is not quiet however when it comes to fighter’s rights. He believes that every fighter should be free of the chains that bind them to their sacrifices and stands very firmly on this belief, regardless of the consequences it brings. He is not afraid of violence, in fact he is most like to attack first and ask questions later. Aadesh is however, very protective over the few people he cares about, mainly his sacrifice. Despite his view on sacrifices, Aadesh cares deeply for his sacrifice, something he is convinced is due to the bond between them. There are times when he resents the bond, but those times are coming fewer and farther between as time progresses. You ask me about my childhood, but I have no memory of it. My first memory was of the brand; the searing pain that has forever etched its mark into my skin. It was this that made me part of the house rather than the family that resided within it.  I have had my name for longer than my memory. I know not of where I come from, as I was not allowed to ask questions. The family who had bought me was very clear on their rules.  I was to be seen and not heard. I was to do as I was ordered promptly and with accuracy. My hands, my body was not my own but a tool for my master to wield as he saw fit. It was within this house of finery and lies that I learned to hate them.  Sacrifices.  They were all the same. They treated fighters as slaves, as tools to do their bidding. They would often bring us to parties, to events. They would force us to battle each other and if we didn’t win?  We were punished.  For twenty six years I was trapped in this world of chains. Of masters and orders and binds that seared my skin. Because my master had ordered that I fight without a sacrifice. And that was something that he made sure we understood with perfect clarity.  The fighters within the house… we did not have sacrifices. We would never be allowed to find the ones Fate or whatever had destined for us. We would be trapped within the confines of the house until we died. And that, for us because they wished it, was a Very. Long. Time.  So you can imagine my master’s surprise when a man of younger years than I burst through the door, claiming to be my sacrifice.  “Fighter. My Side. Now.” It was the strangest sensation. The orders of my master usually burned, but this? The orders from this boy who clearly thought I belonged to him… His order was a weight more than a burden. And I found myself moving without even thinking about it. Even with my master screaming orders, they fell off like water. They meant nothing to me now.  It was…. One of the most freeing feelings I have ever felt. I never thought that I would want another chain binding me into someone else’s service. But this? This as unlike anything I have ever felt before. For the first time in my life, the world felt right. The man who used to be my master was nothing more than that now. He was simply a man. And the boy who was now standing beside me? The man whom I now belonged to? He was now the center of everything. My life, my universe. My very being. I both loved and hated him.  “Get the innocent out. Then burn it all.” The next order came so easily, and the will to do it even more so. It felt so fucking good to bind the men who had tried to brake me, the women who had watched and said nothing. Even the children who should have known better. I bound them all, making them watch as I broke every single fighter out of that house. And then? Then I stood by and watched them all burn alive. Unable to move, unable to save themselves. I let them feel the exact same branding pain that they had inflicted on me. I forced them to feel the same helplessness, the same hopelessness. And I took pleasure in their screams as the flesh was stripped from their bones.  I left the only place I knew in pile of embers and felt no remorse. There was only elation, relief. There was nothing more than the feeling of weightlessness that came with knowing the monster who had imprisoned so many of us was dead. But the feeling didn’t last for long.  Yosuke was still a sacrifice. And for a long time after that night, regardless of how grateful I was to him for freeing me, I resented him. Because he was a sacrifice, and back then I believed that one chain had simply been exchanged for another.  I resisted him for a long time. I tried running away, going off on my own. I resisted his orders at every turn, I lashed out at him. But the strange thing was that he never punished me. Not once. No matter what I said, no matter how loud I screamed, no matter how many orders I tried to ignore, he never hurt me.  No, the ironic thing was that instead of punishment, his will.. the power behind the orders, that was what he put upon me. And Oh, how I hated it when he did that. Because instead of me hating it, I loved it.  The bond between us made me want to cater to his every word. It made me want nothing more than to see him happy. To see his smile, and hear his praise. It was sickening really. And even if I knew in my mind I didn’t want it, every other part of me did.  The weight of his will was exhausting. It was if I was carting around actual chains, making my limbs hard to move. The only time the weight lifted was when we were in battle. And yes, I tried even then to resist him.  The first time I tried not defending him. If he was supposed to bear all the pain, I made sure that he did just that. I thought that the pain of battle would be enough vengeance for me. But I quickly learned that having a sacrifice didn’t mean that I was excluded from the pain. His chains were mine, just as his pain was my own. Needless to say that I didn’t try that again. That seemed to amuse him, because after the battle was finished he was laughing. Yosuke was, and still is to this day, the strangest man I have ever met.  We have come to an understanding of sorts. I eventually told him everything that my master had done. After all, he was not like any other sacrifice I have known. Following him became much easier after that.  That… well, that was three years ago. Ever since then we’ve been living on our own, doing odd jobs here and there, living off the royalties.  The world we belong to calls us Rogues because we are unregistered and (to their knowledge) untrained. We are unpredictable, we have no laws or limits. To the Unit World, we are dangerous. And that…  That’s a title I bear with pride.  Parents/Elders/Guardians: Unknown Career: Working odd jobs with his Sacrifice Hobbies: Wood carving, Running, Likes: Being outdoors in Nature, Scaring people, the emotional feelings associated with spell battles. Loves: Coffee, smoking, listening to Yosuke’s voice, walking in the rain, freeing/helping other fighters.Dislikes: sweets, perfume/cologne/incense, being pitied. Loathes: Enclosed spaces, long silences, Hates: Sacrifices, Orders, being Cornered. Fears: Being broken, Losing Yosuke. Strengths: His drive to stand for what he believes in, thinking quickly on his feet, being observant, knowing how to be ‘invisible’. Bad habits: Smoking, Quick to anger (depending on topic), attacking first before asking questions, jumping to conclusions. Turn ons & Turn offs: “I have no reason to answer you.”