Akbar is not quite one for politeness. He can be rather rude and seems to lack much for empathy. Children he tends to scare, not only from his looks but from the little horror stories he tends to tell them as well. Despite not liking kids, he enjoys terrifying them. Then the men usually suffer the brunt of his smart-Alec remarks and healthy spoonfuls of sarcasm. The women, however, get the most of his respect. He can be rather gentlemanly toward women, and tends to even flirt occasionally. Despite being rather lively, he is a bit lonely most days... course he will never tell anybody, nor will he actually do anything to change his feelings.

He was born just before the United States became the united states, into one of the thirteen colonies. Life had been a bit tough in such a harsh environment but he had managed. He did a lot of work within the little colony. Chop wood, carry supplies over to the workers, feed and care for the cattle and horses. You name it, he did it. Akbar had a great work ethic, and was prized among his small, little family. Unfortunately, though, such a work ethic wouldn't last too long. A few weeks after he had turned fourteen, he had developed scarlet fever. There was no cure for such a disease, and soon he was unable to work anymore. The remainder of his small life was spent in his makeshift bed, in the small little cottage his family had, suffering from an almost constant fever and a body covered in rashes. He died in the night when his temperature got to be too high. The last he remembered was his mother holding his little hand and everything fading to black...

Yet, somehow, he woke up. He had woken up somewhere dark. The smell of decay was all around him, and there was a light in the distance. He followed such a light until it suddenly disappeared, ultimately morphing into a skeleton-like figure with a large scythe in it's bony hand. It looked down to him, the sight rather unsettling at first, and it soon pointed to him, this creature. It said unto him: "You have been blessed, for you will live again, and never die." Obviously, Akbar was surprised at this, but the creature continued to speak. "You shall be known as a reaper; A Grim Reaper. You will harvest souls and make sure they make it back to where they belong, for they should not go alone." At that, he was given his own, unique scythe, along with robes that matched that of the reaper in front of him, and a few more special powers. At that, he was brought back to earth, to the land of the living. He was quick to go back to his mother and father, but they thought that he had been dead. His father shooed him away, but his mother took off after him. Unfortunately they could not be together long, since she had other siblings of his to care for an a husband to go back to, but she made him promise to visit as often as he could. Akbar had done so, and then ultimately wandered off into the woods, off to find a place to replace the one he had lost.

Within those woods he had found a Native American tribe and they were gracious enough to allow him in to stay. The shaman there had said he was of great power, and had spoken to the Native American tribesmen of the power the boy held. Most of them worshiped the lad, offering him gifts such as eagle feathers and hand-fashioned clothing, all of which he accepted. He didn't exactly prefer being worshiped, but it wasn't quite nice to turn down gifts. He lived with them and grew up with them, learning their ways and helping much like he had when he was with his colony. He also learned of his own abilities and was able to help the Native Americans ease their way into death when their time had come. After a few decades, however, the tribesmen soon noticed that he didn't age. He still looked to be within his early twenties, while most of them were growing older by the second. They saw this as something to be feared, and soon cursed Akbar and shooed him away. Once again, he was left with nothing but the clothes on his back and the scythe in his hand. Defeated, he decided then and there that he would be on his own, no longer there to help anyone except to help those into death. He has wandered the world since, doing just what he has intended.

He hasn't socialized much in the past two, three hundred years but that doesn't mean he's not educated. He has gone to school when he was able, most times getting in without folks seeing him and pretty much getting free education. He's got a high-school grade education, but not much else after that since he's seen no point in college with his profession. Despite this, he is rather intelligent. Those that meet up with him will find he is extremely sassy and wields a quick-tongue. He is also known to act, somewhat, like a child. He eavesdrops on nearby conversations and often times butts in, he's impatient, and has no filter on his tongue whatsoever (Except swearing, no swearing here). Most things that come into that mind of his are easily spewed out into the world, and there's no stopping them. Nowadays he focuses on his work, but can be seen in various nightclubs and such from time to time, trying to have fun but unsure what fun is anymore.