Za'cha

Za’cha is an uncomplicated person, or likes to believe himself to be one. His desires are simple really. A quiet life, a library of good books, maybe a small garden just for the flowers, and the skull of a dragon to serve as his throne whilst using one of their fangs as his drinking cup. Ever since he had heard about Dragon Slayers and their powers, he studied up on them, scouring every passage he could on them. They wielded astounding powers, powers that rendered them nigh inhuman and monstrous. What kind of power would it take to bring down a Dragon Slayer he wondered… and thus began his experiments with weapons and armour, a singular goal to bring down a Slayer, these metaphorical titans in the magical world.

Of course, in his studies to find the right metals and spells, he came into possession of a black coloured key. Ever the researcher, Za’cha dug into the tomes on keys until he found what he was looking for. Celestial magic. The wizard considered what he held and then grinned. Celestial magic may very well be able to smite Dragon Slayers. For what force on earth, can stand against the powers of the stars themselves? Of course it went a little wrong as he did not possess the right power to summon forth the entity bound to the black key, but nor did he have the right power to dismiss it either… and so Pride came to possess his being and the two have been stuck together ever since.

Outside of battle Za’cha can be quite a gentleman, when he feels like it. He is also quite sarcastic, and can sometimes find himself being quite easily irritated… although whether that was a trait before or after having a Dark Celestial Spirit start rooming in his skull is up for debate. Oddly enough, he does hold himself to a code of conduct.

If he signs up to a job, he will do it to the letter. Collateral damage is something he tries to eschew, seeing it as pointless and a waste of time. Likewise with the clichéd route of holding hostages or threatening innocent bystanders and such. Those sorts of actions just bore him for the most part. Likes to consider himself quite the philosopher, and likes to assign nicknames to people he has to work with, especially if its repeat performances. Just a tad eccentric.

In combat however, is a different story. Depending on the enemy, he can either be quite… eccentricly reckless, or quite serious. But always whenever he sees the chance to, he will try to play mind-games with his opponent. He favours a one on one combat style, as it feels more personal. More challenging, more of a test of his creations.

Under a leader he’ll do as he’s told… relatively speaking. Depending on the rank and power of whoevers in charge will determine how well he behaves. If he sees a quicker way of accomplishing the mission at hand, he’ll go right for it, despite it maybe being against his orders.

As a leader, he couldn’t care less. He just lets them go about their business, so long as they don’t create collateral damage, unless that’s the mission for some reason.
 

Almost as old as the dawn of man itself, this Dark Celestial Spirit has had much to reflect on, having witnessed many an atrocity, many a war, and quite a few million deaths. The idea of death as a goal to him seems quite laughable. It wasn’t until his Dark Key was created that he truly took an interest in the affairs of mortal men and women, viewing them as little more than insects compared to the gestalt power that was his to command. For Pride, in any shape or form, is his fuel, is his energy, is his essence.

The feeling of pride as you take your first steps in the world, the pride of your first word and being able to be understood, the pride of innocent accomplishments… the pride you feel as you craft an exquisite new piece, be it martial, artistic or otherwise. Pride as your works reach global acclaim. Pride that you are one of the greatest in your craft. Pride that you have achieved great power. Pride in subjugating those that stand against you. Pride at proving you’re the best in a simple magic duel. Pride in victory. Pride in success.

It is quite an insidious emotion… it is good until it is bad. Even the most vaunted heroes are not immune to his touch. Paragons of light, justice and purity… they too feel the yoke and collar of pride sneaking around them, his chains wrapping tighter around them. For Pride can worm its way into even the most noble of hearts.

Outside of battle, Pride is always monitoring the situation around his host, since he has no desire for the flesh he inhabits to be destroyed, which in turn would see him either locked within his Key or banished back to the Pit. He is of course prideful, which is a given since he is the physical spiritual embodiment of pride itself.

He tends to question those in higher power stations than his host, and those below him, and those of equal rank. When someone catches his interest however, he likes to set little tests, to see how far they are able to go, to see how far they will strive, to see how far their limits can be pushed, and if possible, broken.

There is a reason for this of course. By setting these tests and them accomplishing them, they fuel him further. The greater the challenge, the more pride someone feels once they conquer it, and the more nourishment and power he receives as a result.


Under a leader, Pride would grudgingly follow the orders given, assuming he's ever actually in control during such a scenario. He would of course offer his own suggestions, or just outright follow his own plan of attack if he views the “leaders” plan as inferior and incorrect.

As a leader however, he analyses each and every combatant before making them move according to his plan, like pieces on a chessboard. Every move is calculated, even if that means his pieces fall. For in the game of chess, pawns are expendable so long as the enemy king is captured.

• Scientists. Simply because they dared to create someone to control and use him. The sheer arrogance...
  
• Celestial Spirits. He's a Dark Celestial Spirit, what else is there to explain?
  
• Humility. It is the antithesis to his own being. Humbleness, humility, bah!
  
• Sharing a body with a mortal human. Not only is it degrading, it also is quite limiting in what he himself can actually do, having to instead work through the medium that is his hosts own powers and flesh.