Prince Otsu, Mr. Otsu, First Oni of Tokyo

A somewhat authoritative look surrounds Prince Otsu, and he often broadcasts and eerie presence to whatever area he's in. His hair is kept short and clipped. He has a tidily kept beard that grows roughly a centimeter or two from his chin, around his mouth


Age: 368 (apparent age: 37)
Gender: Male

Dharma: Howl of the Devil Tiger
Direction: North
P’o Archetype : The Deciever


Chi’iu Muh

Ghost-Flame Shintai

Storm Shintai




A somewhat authoritative look surrounds Prince Otsu, and he often broadcasts and eerie presence to whatever area he’s in. His hair is kept short and clipped. He has a tidily kept beard that grows roughly a centimeter or two from his chin, around his mouth, and extending up his jaw. 

His body in general sports many vicious battle wounds from more conflicting days in his past. One of the deeper scars his on his lower back, from a stabbing wound. Another runs down the center of his chest, as a vertical slashing wound. The only other major one is vertical over his left eye socket from the middle of his forehead to his upper lip, despite the scar he retains his sight in the left eye. His nose is rather thin and long and is slightly twisted out of shape, giving him overall quite a rugged appearance. Despite the scars and slightly broken nose, there is no doubting that Prince Otsu is quite a handsome individual, although without a doubt he wouldn’t appeal to every woman’s tastes.

Quite a tall man, Prince Otsu stands at 6’0", with a fairly muscular build and has a distinct oriental appearance. Over the years his slight imbalance in his Chi (Shifted towards Yin) has affected his physical appearance in the way that his skin actually appears a small amount lighter than usual. The veins in the surface of his skin appear more pronounced and are darker than usual. 

Prince Otsu has two tattoos on his body, the first on his upper right arm is of a black warrior mask. The second tattoo is of a tiger on the direct middle of Prince Otsu’s back, it’s jaw wide open, ready to devour. 

For Prince Otsu, there is no such thing as informal wear. Whenever Prince Otsu is dressed, it’s in a suit or in fancy kimonos. Over the years, unlike some Kuei-jin, he has adapted with the sense of dress. Some of his fellow vampires have stuck to traditional eastern dress, he has tried to keep up with the times, as to blend in as “just another businessman”. The suits he usually wears composes of a set of black tailored trousers, dark brown laced shoes, either a black tie with a white shirt, or a black shirt with a white tie, with his black jacket over it.

In most other situations he wears exactly the same garments. For the most casual of points Prince Otsu will wear his suit minus the jacket, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up. Combat is what ever he was wearing at the time. But if going into a fight specifically for the purpose, he will wear something loose fitting with a strap over his shoulder, for the carrying of his 150 year old Ivory-handled katana on his back

For Prince Otsu, early childhood learned many of the virtues that saw him through his life, and now his unlife. His mother always taught him to be concerned with his own safety at all times. Though now in his unlife his views have changed significantly, he will always make himself priority over everyone else. His personality, as time went on, developed into a more calculating one, always believing himself to be one step ahead of everyone else. In his time as a General he learned the necessity of sacrifices in any type of conflict, making him a very intelligent tactician that will resolve most situations with ease, and also making him quite arrogant in any situation regarding sacrifice. He doesn’t care who he needs to give up, someone close, a superior. He’ll do it, for himself or what he deems to be a “worthy” cause.

His alternate P’o personality will not care in the slightest about consequences, the personality will do all it can to break free of the hold, Prince Otsu has over it, done, by lying to itself and others for the sake of it. Just to instill the fear of insecurity in Prince Otsu, hopefully causing him to break mentally, and eventually through his physical abilities through his mental weakness. It will do anything in its power to destroy Prince Otsu. 


The sun rose on the 25th of April 1644, the last day of the Ming Dynasty of China marked the birth of a boy to an aristocratic family on the outskirts of Beijing. Otsu’s father was one of the main drivers in the dynasty’s economy at that time, and so quite an authoritative character in China at the time. Prince Otsu was the first and only son to this powerful family, and so went through the early stages of his life relatively easily and quite spoiled. At the age of 6, Prince Otsu underwent a traumatic experience, of a huge scale. The new emperor of the Manchu dynasty, felt it necessary for the upper echelons of the dynasty’s society to be purged to prevent another uprising in China, and so he could hold on to his seat of power for as long as possible. At midnight, sometime during September, Imperial soldiers burst into the family mansion, dragging Prince Otsu’s father away, ready for his public execution the next day. He never saw his father again after that night. For the next 10 years Prince Otsu was raised solely by his mother. For the 17th century she was a rather well learned individual, teaching Prince Otsu the basic concepts of the economy of the time, and general education of Chinese and the history of the great empire’s past and the importance of self preservation.

Prince Otsu was very well educated at the time of the ceasing of his education. Some might say it was just in time too, on the eve of his 17th birthday, his mother died in her sleep. Prince Otsu could never truly accept his mother’s death. Though it was stated as Malaria, the intelligent 17 year old had his doubts. The family estate and the business passed to his Uncle on his mother’s side. His Uncle himself wasn’t a bad person, but Prince Otsu never truly felt he could connect with someone other than his mother. Prince Otsu stayed with his uncle for another year before leaving to join the Imperial Army in 1662.

The next 4 or so years up until Prince Otsu was the age of 22 was spent mostly in training camps and on dull patrols along the Russian-Manchu border, where there were frequent conflicts between the Russians and Chinese. Sometime during early 1666 a small Russian skirmishing force attacked one of the patrols Prince Otsu was assigned to. The patrol was taken by surprise, and 14 soldiers were killed immediately. Either shot, or impaled on pikes. Defending himself with 4 others they managed to kill the majority of the attackers, holding them off until only Prince Otsu and one other remained against 5. Prince Otsu remembered the lessons he had learned in his childhood, his self preservation was paramount, and decided this was finally a point where he could exercise his belief. From the rock the two were hiding behind, Prince Otsu hit his fellow soldier, to the face, making him stumble back away from the rock, exposing him to the Russian’s ahead of him. The 5 men rushed at the stunned soldier, tearing him to pieces, as they did so, Prince Otsu moved himself around the back of the rock, and straight into the flank of the Russians. With 5 swift sword movements, each one of the skirmishers collapsed to the ground, dead. In exhaustion from combat, Prince Otsu threw his blade into the ground in front of him and fell to his knees. After a few moments he raised his head and stared at the mutilated soldier he had sacrificed to save himself. He didn’t feel guilt inside him. No remorse in the slightest. The way he had been brought up, made sense now.

The days that followed showed Otsu rose to the rank of Officer, the superiors believed he proved himself a worthy tactician, intelligent and skillful. Otsu didn’t really care but it was welcome to finally be away from the dull patrols.

The next 15 years saw Otsu doing the exact same thing over again. Battles would arise, Otsu would tell the soldiers what to do, and the men would win. Every battle assigned to Otsu, would be won. Without fail, yet. His position in the Imperial Army improved and improved, eventually working his way up to the rank of General of one of the larger armies involved in the Russian-Manchu border conflicts. His skill with the blade, and his ideas of self preservation and the need for sacrifice became increasingly more prevalent in Otsu’s everyday personality. Through his battles he accumulated quite the collection of scars.

At age 37 Otsu was assigned to attack a large Russian Border Fort with a force of 5000 soldiers. The attack was hard, most of the weak points had been fortified with ground support, and were almost impenetrable, but Feng devised a strategy, a risky strategy, that would either mean a clear victory or an embarrassingly extreme defeat. Either way would mean the sacrifice of a fifth of the army at least to draw attention to one of the strongly fortified points while the rest went around the fort and attacked from behind. The plan was exactly the same strategy that triggered his rise to this position in the first place. Ironically it would also be the thing that flung him from his seat of command. The plan failed, the Russian’s were waiting for the Chinese flank attack. Otsu ended his short career in the Imperial Army with 5001 deaths on his hands. He never forget the sacrifice he made by killing that one man, to save his own. But he still felt no repentance, he didn’t care.

Tossed into the countryside alone, and homeless, he was soon forgotten about. He walked for as long as he could before collapsing next to a dead tree after months of near-starvation. With a final breath, Otsu faded from the world he knew. 

Cast into the World of Yomi for the severity of his imbalance to his karma, by practically killing 5000 men, he was destroyed. Otsu knew that all that was left for him now was endless torment at licking flames of Yomi. Something inside him didn’t want to accept it though, he didn’t want to just lie back and accept the fate he felt he did not deserve. He wouldn’t suffer this pain, he couldn’t. His will forced him to fight it, to resist the hold that Yomi had on him. He would tear through the prison he had doomed himself to, he would rip himself free. He felt a power build up inside him, until eventually in a powerful burst of will energy and broke the shackles that held him to the Hells of Yomi. 

Otsu had given himself a Second Breath, he awoke, resting against the very same tree he had collapsed next to, what seemed like a long time ago. It was night, but something was clearly blocking the moonlight, even through Otsu’s blurred vision from his reawakening, someone was standing above him, arm outstretched offering to help him to his feet. He was weak but he could summon the energy to reach out and grasp the figure’s hand. The figured helped Otsu along, helping him to a nearby set of buildings. In a revelation, the figure revealed what Otsu’s situation now was. He was damned, one of the Kuei-jin, punished for his unnecessary blood-thirst, which he thought justified. It was not all bad. He believed himself immortal now, and among some of those or similar thought to himself. Ones that realized self-preservation was essential. Ones that calculated with ruthless efficiency. He was at home for the first time in nearly 20 years. Adjusting was difficult, but he had been disciplined.

For the next 150 years Prince Otsu stayed where he was, with his companion, the person who taught him about his Chi, the flow of all life, his P’o, and how he should embrace it, as apposed to the Hun, and the Shintai Disciplines he could master. He was taught about what other supernatural beings existed in this new world he had been thrust into, and how as any of them existed he wouldn’t be safe. But he learned some could be easily manipulated and used. Through this time he developed his own goals, his own agenda, something that would get him the power he always felt he was worth, and could live up to.

He had missed a lot of what had happened to his country, it had changed so much. The Manchu dynasty was still in existence but was dying out rapidly. There was a huge bustle of immigration to the Nippon, a country he knew nothing about. He and his companion decided it was time to leave this old country, and leave for a New World.

His fellow country men here were treated with disgrace, no better than slaves. It didn’t seem to be the best idea at all. But Prince Otsu stayed, and as Japan eventually industrialized the country became easily more tolerable. Otsu constantly honed his skills and used the scattered cities of the Western Coast of Japan, as sources for the precious Chi that sustained his unlife, and that of his companion who remained with him.

The early 1940’s brought great opp0rtunities for intelligent individuals. Prince Otsu set up his own business in what appeared to be becoming one of the most prosperous cities in Japan, Hiroshima. The company, after a few years and a lot of hard work from him prospered into quite a large banking company. Otsu, grew more and more aware of the presence of the other supernaturals described to him a long time ago, in the city of Tokyo. So he moved his business to the capital, a year to the day before the bomb hit.

He kept an incredibly low profile, only absorbing chi from those who worked for him, and hardly leaving the building, leading people to believe the HQ of the company was elsewhere. He had the fortune to side with the Yakuza running the militias after the war. Time passed and the supernatural population in the city grew profusely. Gangs of them fought each other on the street. Though probably none of them knew he was there, Prince Otsu liked to keep close tabs on his rivals, or rather his enemies.

Eventually, Otsu saw his former companion as a threat. He was powerful, and founf position amongst the other Kuei-jin in the city, but after biding his time for nearly 10 years and gaining his trust, he finally sought the opportunity to execute his companion in their sleep. Otsu had become a cold, calculating snake. After all, it was a matter of self-preservation. Prince Otsu took as much pleasure out of murdering his teacher as he could, reveling in his ultimate death, and taking his mentor’s sword for his own.

Around the time of 1999 a group of Kuei-jin established a foothold in the city Otsu had been hiding in for quite a while. Otsu, could, for the first time in nearly 60 years come out of hiding and finally be in the company of other Kuei-jin, other than his recently deceased companion. He met Hakari and was offered the position of First Oni, since it became known he killed the previous holder of the title.

Prince Otsu allied himself with the New Promise Mandarinate for the last 13 years, hoping to help the Kuei-jin’s ultimate crusade to break into the Americas successfully, by taking a strong foothold in the West, and eventually somewhere else. What he couldn’t achieve on his own, he could with those like him.

Prince Otsu, Mr. Otsu, First Oni of Tokyo

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