Souka

About

Directionless in life, duty-bound in death.

Despite his reserved and dignified demeanor, Souka carries a lot of baggage from a life he no longer remembers, however now that he’s a resident of the afterlife, the wounds from the past are more annoying than outright debilitating (he can’t remember anything anyway)—but there’s always an invisible weight on his shoulders, a void in chest, a perpetual feeling of just never being good enough.

The young man is far from the best reaper out there—leagues behind Chisara when it comes to combat and weaponry at least, but he makes up for it with his perceptiveness and wit.

Souka is smart and level-headed, and while Chisara excels in no holds barred combat, he excels in tracking, reconnaissance, and other jobs that require him to think on his feet and observe situations closely.

Honestly, he’s always been a little envious of his partner—of how naturally the whole fighting and reaping comes to her, and it’s the little things like these that trigger his insecurities.

Souka is no stranger to despair, and sometimes when he’s struggling against the insecurities, waves of negativity threaten to drag him under. These bouts of intense emotions are always oddly familiar, and Souka doesn’t quite know what to make of that.

A jaded soul who isn’t exactly cut out for the life of a reaper. He’s the yin to Chisara’s yang and excels in areas where she falters. He covers her weaknesses and she covers his. Their friendship might not make sense to outsiders, but in the Dead Hours, he fully believes she has his back and best interests at heart.

Souka fights because it is his duty—because it is all he has left.

Life is filled with choices, death robs people of their choices.

In the afterlife all he can do is fight, and so he picks up his scythe because this is redemption, or at least a futile chance at it.

Blurb by FoxofSpades