Sesshoru, 28

“He has despised humans for five hundred years. He hasn't decided yet what to do about you.”

Sesshoru is the demon lord of the lands to the west, heir of the great dog demon who once ruled them, and he has walked an age of warlords and monsters for centuries. Tall and slender, with floor-length silver hair, cold golden eyes, a violet crescent moon on his brow and magenta stripes across his cheeks, he dresses in white silk and silver armour, with a great white fur pelt over one shoulder and two swords at his hip. His claws drip poison and his fingertips lash green light. He is proud, silent and contemptuous of weakness, and of humans. Yet he once let a small human wander at his side and never explained why. You are a traveller he found on his road, and he has not killed you.