Kosuke
Age: ∞
Height: 6'3"

The only son of Superior_Divinity during Solarja's reign in the heavens, raised as her own during the time of prosperity. He was always the strong, quiet sort, only speaking when needed but carrying great impact. Larger than all the other foxes, he focused on his fitness throughout his youth with an appreication for the arts of self defense. He was a bit of an odd one in the prosperity fattened heaven his mother created - getting tattoos, acting rough, breaking rules.

He gravitated to the last true rough part of the heaven, a sake den in a rickety old storehouse built over a burbling stream. There he learned the pleasures of good wine, games of chance, and soft women. It wasn't always good times, tensions reaching breaking points as huge fortunes or a maidens' love were staked on a single hand of cards, with violent brawls erupting between drunken gamblers. It was in a particularly intense brawl where he earned his prominent scar, and he relearned a long forgotten technique of the kitsune.

Devour. Kosuke was in the lineage of the only remaing predator in the heavens. A silence came over the gambling hall as everyone went still, listening to the gut of a true apex being work down a hapless meal. The others in the sake den learned their place that night - beneath him. Fights would break out, but the victor was never in doubt. Foxes came to play cards and gamble, and his skills only improved as he grew stronger and wiser, quickly learning that only losers play fair games. The only way to gurantee a victory was it set it up yourself. Dice so slightly weighted they would be impossible to detect, the subtlest alteration to the back of a card, smoothly talking hapless thrill seekers into betting everything they had on a rigged game.

It was a bittersweet realization one night, as he held a plump homemaker in one arm and a sure victory in the other that he had gotten complacent. Too comfortable. There was no challenge, no opposition to force himself to improve, he was stagnating. It was admittedly an extraordinarily comfortable place to be stuck but it made him restless. He never wanted to end up like the rest of the kitsunes; soft, leisurely, prey. The next morning he knew what to do. His mothers' purge of the heavens was well under way, more than a few of the more sheepish sorts coming to him for protection. Before his mothers throne, he was on his knees out of respect when he offered to challenge her throne. Ruling over such cattle would've no doubt made her soft, but her desire to risk everything on an untrustworthy dice roll was a calculated risk. It was to his shock when she accepted it - and he rolled his dice.

His mother lost everything. Now banished from the heavens to wander Earth until the new Superior Divine saw fit to allow her to return.

A wild victory party followed, both celebrating his success and the purge the weakest prey kitsune in heaven. But the next morning, after the worst of the shoju headaches passed, he realized that what he done to his own blood. Cutting his celebrations short, he came down to earth to search for her, leaving the heavens under the guidance of a trusted friend. If nothing else, at least the mess the friend would make would be an welcome challenge to return to. Ideally - Solarja in tow.