I've also given up fighting for no reason. I am by no means peaceful, but I only fight back in self-defence. Of course, if you annoy me, I'm still liable to lash out at you. And I've also been known to be a little sarcastic... My sister says I have an acid tongue.
Oh, but if you ever call me Dai, it may very well be the last thing you ever do.

For all intents and purposes, I'm immortal. This is why I don't fight in the Battledome. It wouldn't be fair, would it? It's part of an ancient curse, but it's not all bad. And it certainly comes in useful when nasty people--like Ryoshi--come a-callin'. If you were wondering, I'm about 515 years old.

What ever happened to all that evil I banished, you ask? Unfortunately, it sort of manifested into a physical incarnation. My evil twin, of sorts. His name is Okuretashi. It means 'belated death' in Japanese, which is a very fitting name for him...

I have a Baby Fireball for a pet. I call him Brushfire. I strongly suspect he could set fire to the lawn (hence, his name), which is why I never take him with me when I go out anywhere. Seany bought him for me when a friend of his, Neekko, was questing for a Darigan Paint Brush for her Zafara, Tokti. He was one of the top contributors, donating about 10,000 NP to her quest.

Speaking of Tokti, I kinda have a little crush on her... I don't think she really knows it... I'm kinda scared to tell her, yeah? She's an amazing Battledomer, and could probably take my head off if I said the wrong thing. Y'know? Break my heart and then my neck...

Yeah! This is me. My picture. Ignore that one on my lookup. That's just the official interpretation. This is the real deal. Pretty cool, eh? The only things you can't see are my scars. I have one across my eye--the eye facing you in the pic. And I have another, shaped like a crescent, on my upper leg. And I have a small stitch around my upper arm. Same side as everything else. I've had them for a long time, and I can't quite remember how I got them. Maybe they're a mark of my curse...?