tactless, distant, bratty, harsh, sarcastic, blunt, moody, impatient, & jealous

 

ACT I. Sanha was born as a single kit to a dying kitsune in secret under a great big tree with bluish-purple lights so many pretty ribbons - or so he's told by the older half-brother he was raised by. He's never had a home but many homes traveling with his big brother and learning the ways of tarot, expelling spirits, raising the dead, and fortune telling. Also he's been told he makes a very good pot of tea. 

He doesn't know much about his other siblings or family not even any of their names or stories about them. He doesn't even know if they know about his existence - he just knows he has a lot of them but he only shares the same coloring as another - ashy black. 

ACT II. The only family he's ever known sent him on his own journey even both he obtain his second tail. He set out to be a traveling fortune teller or maybe joining a circus to be a sideshow performer. He might not be a good performer but he excels in his work. He traveled a lot throughout his years - giving people good fortunes, ruining others' lives, and getting rich doing it. 

Eventually bored with stupid villagers and only showing his skill for one or two people - he set out to a bigger scale. He joined a small carven of performers that eventually built up to a large circus. He performed for many crowds summoning spirits, doing large scale readings, and even fire acts and light shows. 

Now, Sanha is not a saint and has conned many people out of thousands of dollars to come to his shows and readings - ruining some lives with his readings that might have been often or misinterpreted. One night after a show, he was approached by a group he didn't recognize nor did he expect the attack that was coming for him. Maybe he should have cared more about fighting lessons instead of perfecting a summoning circle. 

Although, Sanha woke up the next morning not remembering anything from the previous night and his precious deck of cards were destroyed - and he really wanted to eat his roommate.

ACT III. So Sanha left the group he was in, after attacking one of his friends while practicing their act - he was on his own again. Not understanding why he couldn't summon flames anymore - his ears and tail had turned to an ashy gray almost sliver, and his foxy fang grin was now a mouth of razor-sharp teeth with slight elongated fangs. And, he really really likes raw meat even better if they are still kicking. 

He thinks he's cursed not dead and a ghoul. And he thinks it is time to head home and ask his family for help - what is left of them.