No Fear, No Pain.
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Hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass but...I can always remove it should it need removing. This shouldn't stop anyone else from posting for Kiva, this is just in case no one else posts. I know me, Scarlet, Gankun and G.K. are ready to play is all so instead of patiently waiting on the side lines I'm gonna hit the issue with a brick. Mazel Tov everybody.
Name: Tegura Kurokawa
Age: 25 (apparent) 52 (actual age)
Faction: Lunar Sovereignty
Race: Fangire
Appearance: [hide]
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Rider/Kaijin distinction: Kamen Rider Emperor Kiva/ Beetle Fangire
Weapons: Zanvat Sword.
Powers/abilities: Battle Empathy, Life Force Reinforcement, Seal Breaking, Spellcraft, High Intelligence, Skilled with Bladed Weapons, skilled with fire arms, combat expert, military training.
Bio:
“Those who live have to fight to keep on living. Those that want power have to take it in battle. In the fight, even the weakest of us can become a king. We are strongest when we feel the reaper’s breath on the back of our necks. It is in those moments that we find our real selves buried deep down inside and see ourselves for who we really are. That is why I fight; because it is the only time I feel like any of us can be ourselves. It is the only time I can see the true nature of a person, even if I have to force it out! Isn’t that what a King is supposed to do; to understand his people, and to rule them as they deserve to be ruled?”
These were the words spoken by Tegura when he left his father’s side thirty years ago. He left to travel, to learn, and to fight. Where ever there was a war to be fought it seemed Tegura could be found their covered in blood. He was always a hard person to read, even by his father and mother who feared the boy was addled. In his youth, Tegura had loved combat practice more then any other subject which was seen as natural for a young, hot blooded fangire. Eventually, however, Tegura’s tutors began to confess to the King and Queen that their son was “too good”. He did everything in his power to push his tutors to their limits and showed a joy for battle that caused the King much distress. Had it been a time of war Tegura’s talents might have been welcomed and praised. During this time when the hard earned peace was still so young and fragile, however, the king was not sure how to handle the young prince’s love for combat. At first, Albert simply lessoned his son’s time for combat training and tried to distract him with other subjects. Tegura was fond of history, but, much to his Father’s disappointment, the young prince quickly connected many major turning points in history to the wars of the time. He started to connect conflict to change, and he was right to do so as many turns in history came at the hands of war. Albert did find some peace of mind that his son found wars fueled by racial difference alone to be rather foolish. In Tegura’s mind, if people wanted to fight they shouldn’t just find an excuse; the reason should be a good one, even if only to work out their differences.
In literature, Tegura started to find kindred spirits in the epic heroes of old such as Cu Chulainn, Sigurd, Wei Yan, and even Lancelot. All were men who were known for their skill in battle and for the fury they bore during time of war. They were also often depicted to meet their ends because of betrayal which lead to further tragedy. For a time it seemed this was enough to sate Tegura’s appetite for fighting, but soon Tegura was engaging in more fights then ever. When questioned about this, Albert was shocked by his then fourteen year old son’s answer. “What happened to them happened because they didn’t understand the people around them, or didn’t care what those people thought. That won’t happen to me because I understand people best when I’m fighting them. People show their true colors and feeling in the thick of battle, so why shouldn’t I fight them all out. Why shouldn’t I force them to take off their masks?” It was that day that Albert realized his son could never be king. A king who could only understand people by fighting them and who seemed enthralled by forcing people to show their true selves in battle would lead the fangire race into a new age of war. This was the fear that rang deep within Albert’s heart and caused him to become more and more estranged from his son. What troubled Albert most of all, however, was that such a king might usher in a new age where people understood each other, but at what cost? How many would die to achieve such a world and would the prize be worth the price.
By the time Tegura was twenty two, he had become one of the most powerful fangire warriors in the world and had even stood toe to toe with two previous members of the check mate four. He had earned the rank of rook and was responsible for defeating potential threats to the peace. It was the best thing for Tegura; a position that allowed him to fight to his heart’s content while also serving the greater good. Even Tegura himself was satisfied with serving his father and the Lunar Sovereignty in this way, though he longed to be closer to his father. Then the day came, the day Albert had feared for many years, the day Tegura challenged his father to battle. When his father refused, Tegura issued a challenge for ruler ship which his father could not refuse. The very terrain was changed by the warring father and son as their fight rocked the country side. The battle lasted for hours, but finally ended with Tegura battered and broken and his father prepared to land the death blow in his battle frenzy. Then, Albert stepped away and looked upon his injured son and asked one question. “Do you understand now Tegura?” Tegura frowned as tears welled up in his eyes with the realization of the sort of man his father was. Albert would do whatever it took to protect the peace he had fought to create, but wouldn’t kill his own son. He would even wear one of the masks Tegura so despised if it meant ending conflict and protecting fangire kind. Still, Tegura had seen his father’s true “Face” and wondered how anyone could stand such a visage even for the greater good. Tegura thought he understood people, but he now knew he was dead wrong. The half dead prince knew he had so much more to learn.
Tegura left his home the next day and started to travel the world, fighting in many conflicts along the way. He made many like minded allies and soon formed his own, nameless party. It wasn’t about killing, gaining power, or even winning, but about finding truth in war that couldn’t be found any other way. Whatever happened to Tegura over those thirty odd years left the man with a deep, self loathing for his nature, but also with a desire to change the world into something simpler. A world in which people showed their true natures and weren’t bound by social norms or the expectations of others; that was Tegura’s new hope. When word reached him of the contest his father had issued to his children he knew the time had come to return home. He would claim the throne and bring about a new age in which people were truthful; both to others and themselves. Tegura and his allies marched toward Japan not for a contest, but for a war.
Personality: Tegura loves battle, fighting, and conflict because he feels it brings out the true nature of those involved. Be it a friendly contest, or an all out war, the warrior sees people shed their well made disguises to reveal their hidden feelings when they clash with others. This doesn’t mean Tegura finds pleasure in inflicting pain or death, but rather he feels the threat presented by these is what forces people to make the hard choices with themselves. It is also these choices that lead people to either except themselves or to change into something better. (Or what they perceive as better.) Tegura himself has a deep seeded self loathing for his love for battle but instead of trying to change he has chosen to use his battle frenzy to help others overcome their own issues. This isn’t to say he doesn’t find a thrill in the fight, as he often smiles while engaged in combat. Tegura also finds peace in Shakespearean plays and believes that “The Bard” was one of the few people in history who lived with his true feelings on his shoulder for all to see. The knowledge that such people have existed brings hope to the prodigal son and he dreams of a day when people can show each other true compassion and companionship by understanding one another. He openly admits he wishes he could understand people better without the need to fight them, and wonders often if he bares some psychological trauma from a past experience. He admits he doesn’t feel his father is the right man to be king, but also admits that no one else is fit for the job. Part of his reasoning for this is that he feels sorrow for his father, though out of respect he won’t say why. It should be mentioned that while he feels people should be truthful to themselves and others that he also understands why people choose to keep secrets and to hide their feelings. As stated before, Tegura desires a world where people are open and truthful but also understanding and compassionate.
He deeply loves his wife, Blanid, who was the second woman he ever met who he felt understood him, and intends to spend the remainder of his days by her side. He also adores his daughter Shiroko though he fears how letting her see the world for what it is might affect her in life. He would gladly die to protect either of them and knows that his crusade puts them at risk, but both want the world he desires as much as he does and they fight alongside him happily. His relationship with his mother is very good as the fangire queen often feels Tegura takes more after her then he does his father. That being said she has a hard time understanding her son’s odd personality and feels he should let go of his silly notions and focus on how his skills can better help the fangire become more powerful. He has not seen his younger siblings in many years and has no idea what sort of people they have become nor how he will react to them. He hopes to rebuild his relationship with his father but knows his ideals will still clash with the current king’s. Even so he wants to relieve his father of the burden the king carries, even if it means becoming some sort of villain. Tegura doesn’t really care about race and sees people as people, not as Human or Fangire. Tegura does feed on beaten enemies but only kills them if he feels they deserve it. His daughter and wife follow a similar principle as do many of their followers, though it isn’t a set rule. Tegura isn’t against a world where fangire no longer need to feed, though creating such a world isn’t his primary concern. It should also be noted that Tegura is a fervent believer in the rule “You keep what you kill” as long as you were left with no choice but to kill.
Additional notes: Tegura has shown the ability to reinforce his natural armor with the life force of fallen members of the demon races. He can also break seals rather easily by pinpointing their weak spots and overpowering them with martial prowess of his own strength. His talents as a swordsman are rather impressive and he has honed his skills as a warrior to the peak making him a one man army. His sealing skills and spellcraft are limited, but potent and he knows how to utilize them to their greatest efficiency. Though he often smiles he isn’t always happy, and often his smile is just him laughing at himself for his odd nature.
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Side character profile
Name: Kivat Bat the Third
Race: Kivat
Appearance: [hide] [/hide]
Bio: Considered the middle brother of the three kivats born from Kivat Bat the Great, Kivat Bat the Third desperately wants to solidify his existence as a separate entity. He isn’t pleased with how he came into being and seeks to separate himself from his heritage and be his own bat. His cocky attitude and extreme outbursts of emotion have roots in his desire to live every second to the fullest, even if only relaxing and chatting with others. He understands Tegura’s desire to change the world as his very existence and the deaths that made it possible are signs enough to Kivat about how messed up things are. He beloves Shiroko and Blanid as much as Tegura does and feels the warrior prince has the makings of an even greater king then his father, Albert. Kivat works tirelessly to try and help Tegura work out his complicated personal issues.
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Name: Tatsulot
Race: Doran
Appearance: [hide] [/hide]
Bio: The energetic little Doran was found by Tegura during his travels. Rather, Tegura was given Tatsulot by a man named Masanori who convinced the prince that his path might lead to a bright new world, but could also lead to countless deaths. Tatsulot follows Tegura loyally due partially to a debt he owes Masanori, but also because he is interested in how Tegura will treat his larger brethren. When working with Kivat Bat the Third, Tatsulot grants Tegura the power of the Doran. This power manifests as a draconic transformation called flight style. Tatsulot also has the power of Fangire, Wolfen, Franken, and Mermen within himself that he can transfer to Tegura in the form of many unique finishers. This can be further enhanced by Tegura’s own abilities and the Zanvat sword.
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Name: Zanbat of the Zanvat Sword
Race: Kivat
Appearance: [hide] [/hide]
Bio: An extremely old and powerful Kivat, Zanbat has been the protector and keeper of the Zanvat sword for generations. His own origins are long forgotten, but it is known that Zanbat was the partner of one of the first fangire kings who wielded the blade. When that king died much of his battle spirit was transferred into the blade causing it to become almost sentient. The next king tried to wield the sword but any time he did he would go on a rampage. Zanbat understood why the sword was acting as it was and took it upon himself to become a limiter for the sword so that the new king could become accustomed to its power over time. Even when the blade’s power has been mastered, Zanbat can still increase the sword’s amazing cutting power many times fold by sharpening it with his equally powerful fangs. After years of controlling the sword’s power, Zanbat has transformed into one of the most menacing kivats on the planet and serves Tegura as he has all the other wielders of the sword; with respect and honor. Zanbat has seen much in his centuries of life and is just as sharp as he ever was. His advice is sound and he has become one of Tegura’s key advisors.
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Name: Blanid Kurokawa
Race: Legendorga
Appearance: [hide]
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Bio: What started as a bar fight, ended as the most romantic moment of Blanid’s life. Blanid was raised in Scandinavia where she was trained to be a killer by the Legendorga. After her training was complete she was sent to eliminate a family of fangire noble which she did without prejudice. It was only when she was about to kill the young daughter of the family that a feeling washed over her. She didn’t understand the feeling but she knew what she was doing was wrong and retreated. She spent the next several years running and hiding from the Legendorga and eventually ended up in a bar on one fateful saturday night in the dead of winter. Unable to communicate well with others due to her harsh training, she could only really express herself while fighting. When a bar goer touched her the wrong way she broke his arm in three places which provoked many of his friends to attack the confused woman. They were quickly dispatched but soon another individual started fighting her. This man was different from the rest and she soon realized he had no interest in hurting her and even seemed to understand her. The man’s name was Tegura, and their first meeting was a strange story of love at first fight. The two have been together ever since and, while Blanid is less crippled emotionally, she still feels a connection to Tegura that is deeper then words. They have sired a daughter together and have worked toward creating a world where even they can find peace.
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Name: Shiroko Kurokawa
Race: Legendorga
Appearance: [hide]
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Bio: The daughter of Tegura and Blanid, this twenty one year old fire cracker is just as much a warrior as her parents. Shiroko is technically a fangire legendorga hybrid but was born a Legendorga like her mother, though she does not like taking her legandorga form. For reasons she has never understood she feels her alternate form sometimes acts on its own when she is in danger so she does her best to keep it contained. She has her father and mother’s Battle Empathy, but is also far more emotionally stable then either and can function in normal society with no trouble. Shiroko is energetic, tough, and cocky, but can also be sympathetic and kind. Being raised on the many battle fields her parents called home, Shiroko is admittedly more comfortable in the thick of a fight then she is anywhere else. Crowds work fine for her as well though, and are to her as the beach is to others; relaxing. She supports her father’s dream of a world where people can just be themselves but worries about her father’s health, mentally as much as physically. She and her mother, Blanid, are very close and treat each other more like sisters then mother and daughter. Shiroko is skilled in many forms of martial arts and has worked as a mercenary on a few occasions leading to some military level training. She is also the member of the family that keeps up with finances as her father and mother aren’t suited for it, though they earn just as much money as Shiroko does herself. She loves Kivat and Tatsulot and hopes to someday become Kiva herself, after her father has assumed the throne. She is looking forward to meeting her extended family and hopes her grandfather, Albert, is everything her father says he is.
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Name: Tegura Kurokawa
Age: 25 (apparent) 52 (actual age)
Faction: Lunar Sovereignty
Race: Fangire
Appearance: [hide]
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Rider/Kaijin distinction: Kamen Rider Emperor Kiva/ Beetle Fangire
Weapons: Zanvat Sword.
Powers/abilities: Battle Empathy, Life Force Reinforcement, Seal Breaking, Spellcraft, High Intelligence, Skilled with Bladed Weapons, skilled with fire arms, combat expert, military training.
Bio:
“Those who live have to fight to keep on living. Those that want power have to take it in battle. In the fight, even the weakest of us can become a king. We are strongest when we feel the reaper’s breath on the back of our necks. It is in those moments that we find our real selves buried deep down inside and see ourselves for who we really are. That is why I fight; because it is the only time I feel like any of us can be ourselves. It is the only time I can see the true nature of a person, even if I have to force it out! Isn’t that what a King is supposed to do; to understand his people, and to rule them as they deserve to be ruled?”
These were the words spoken by Tegura when he left his father’s side thirty years ago. He left to travel, to learn, and to fight. Where ever there was a war to be fought it seemed Tegura could be found their covered in blood. He was always a hard person to read, even by his father and mother who feared the boy was addled. In his youth, Tegura had loved combat practice more then any other subject which was seen as natural for a young, hot blooded fangire. Eventually, however, Tegura’s tutors began to confess to the King and Queen that their son was “too good”. He did everything in his power to push his tutors to their limits and showed a joy for battle that caused the King much distress. Had it been a time of war Tegura’s talents might have been welcomed and praised. During this time when the hard earned peace was still so young and fragile, however, the king was not sure how to handle the young prince’s love for combat. At first, Albert simply lessoned his son’s time for combat training and tried to distract him with other subjects. Tegura was fond of history, but, much to his Father’s disappointment, the young prince quickly connected many major turning points in history to the wars of the time. He started to connect conflict to change, and he was right to do so as many turns in history came at the hands of war. Albert did find some peace of mind that his son found wars fueled by racial difference alone to be rather foolish. In Tegura’s mind, if people wanted to fight they shouldn’t just find an excuse; the reason should be a good one, even if only to work out their differences.
In literature, Tegura started to find kindred spirits in the epic heroes of old such as Cu Chulainn, Sigurd, Wei Yan, and even Lancelot. All were men who were known for their skill in battle and for the fury they bore during time of war. They were also often depicted to meet their ends because of betrayal which lead to further tragedy. For a time it seemed this was enough to sate Tegura’s appetite for fighting, but soon Tegura was engaging in more fights then ever. When questioned about this, Albert was shocked by his then fourteen year old son’s answer. “What happened to them happened because they didn’t understand the people around them, or didn’t care what those people thought. That won’t happen to me because I understand people best when I’m fighting them. People show their true colors and feeling in the thick of battle, so why shouldn’t I fight them all out. Why shouldn’t I force them to take off their masks?” It was that day that Albert realized his son could never be king. A king who could only understand people by fighting them and who seemed enthralled by forcing people to show their true selves in battle would lead the fangire race into a new age of war. This was the fear that rang deep within Albert’s heart and caused him to become more and more estranged from his son. What troubled Albert most of all, however, was that such a king might usher in a new age where people understood each other, but at what cost? How many would die to achieve such a world and would the prize be worth the price.
By the time Tegura was twenty two, he had become one of the most powerful fangire warriors in the world and had even stood toe to toe with two previous members of the check mate four. He had earned the rank of rook and was responsible for defeating potential threats to the peace. It was the best thing for Tegura; a position that allowed him to fight to his heart’s content while also serving the greater good. Even Tegura himself was satisfied with serving his father and the Lunar Sovereignty in this way, though he longed to be closer to his father. Then the day came, the day Albert had feared for many years, the day Tegura challenged his father to battle. When his father refused, Tegura issued a challenge for ruler ship which his father could not refuse. The very terrain was changed by the warring father and son as their fight rocked the country side. The battle lasted for hours, but finally ended with Tegura battered and broken and his father prepared to land the death blow in his battle frenzy. Then, Albert stepped away and looked upon his injured son and asked one question. “Do you understand now Tegura?” Tegura frowned as tears welled up in his eyes with the realization of the sort of man his father was. Albert would do whatever it took to protect the peace he had fought to create, but wouldn’t kill his own son. He would even wear one of the masks Tegura so despised if it meant ending conflict and protecting fangire kind. Still, Tegura had seen his father’s true “Face” and wondered how anyone could stand such a visage even for the greater good. Tegura thought he understood people, but he now knew he was dead wrong. The half dead prince knew he had so much more to learn.
Tegura left his home the next day and started to travel the world, fighting in many conflicts along the way. He made many like minded allies and soon formed his own, nameless party. It wasn’t about killing, gaining power, or even winning, but about finding truth in war that couldn’t be found any other way. Whatever happened to Tegura over those thirty odd years left the man with a deep, self loathing for his nature, but also with a desire to change the world into something simpler. A world in which people showed their true natures and weren’t bound by social norms or the expectations of others; that was Tegura’s new hope. When word reached him of the contest his father had issued to his children he knew the time had come to return home. He would claim the throne and bring about a new age in which people were truthful; both to others and themselves. Tegura and his allies marched toward Japan not for a contest, but for a war.
Personality: Tegura loves battle, fighting, and conflict because he feels it brings out the true nature of those involved. Be it a friendly contest, or an all out war, the warrior sees people shed their well made disguises to reveal their hidden feelings when they clash with others. This doesn’t mean Tegura finds pleasure in inflicting pain or death, but rather he feels the threat presented by these is what forces people to make the hard choices with themselves. It is also these choices that lead people to either except themselves or to change into something better. (Or what they perceive as better.) Tegura himself has a deep seeded self loathing for his love for battle but instead of trying to change he has chosen to use his battle frenzy to help others overcome their own issues. This isn’t to say he doesn’t find a thrill in the fight, as he often smiles while engaged in combat. Tegura also finds peace in Shakespearean plays and believes that “The Bard” was one of the few people in history who lived with his true feelings on his shoulder for all to see. The knowledge that such people have existed brings hope to the prodigal son and he dreams of a day when people can show each other true compassion and companionship by understanding one another. He openly admits he wishes he could understand people better without the need to fight them, and wonders often if he bares some psychological trauma from a past experience. He admits he doesn’t feel his father is the right man to be king, but also admits that no one else is fit for the job. Part of his reasoning for this is that he feels sorrow for his father, though out of respect he won’t say why. It should be mentioned that while he feels people should be truthful to themselves and others that he also understands why people choose to keep secrets and to hide their feelings. As stated before, Tegura desires a world where people are open and truthful but also understanding and compassionate.
He deeply loves his wife, Blanid, who was the second woman he ever met who he felt understood him, and intends to spend the remainder of his days by her side. He also adores his daughter Shiroko though he fears how letting her see the world for what it is might affect her in life. He would gladly die to protect either of them and knows that his crusade puts them at risk, but both want the world he desires as much as he does and they fight alongside him happily. His relationship with his mother is very good as the fangire queen often feels Tegura takes more after her then he does his father. That being said she has a hard time understanding her son’s odd personality and feels he should let go of his silly notions and focus on how his skills can better help the fangire become more powerful. He has not seen his younger siblings in many years and has no idea what sort of people they have become nor how he will react to them. He hopes to rebuild his relationship with his father but knows his ideals will still clash with the current king’s. Even so he wants to relieve his father of the burden the king carries, even if it means becoming some sort of villain. Tegura doesn’t really care about race and sees people as people, not as Human or Fangire. Tegura does feed on beaten enemies but only kills them if he feels they deserve it. His daughter and wife follow a similar principle as do many of their followers, though it isn’t a set rule. Tegura isn’t against a world where fangire no longer need to feed, though creating such a world isn’t his primary concern. It should also be noted that Tegura is a fervent believer in the rule “You keep what you kill” as long as you were left with no choice but to kill.
Additional notes: Tegura has shown the ability to reinforce his natural armor with the life force of fallen members of the demon races. He can also break seals rather easily by pinpointing their weak spots and overpowering them with martial prowess of his own strength. His talents as a swordsman are rather impressive and he has honed his skills as a warrior to the peak making him a one man army. His sealing skills and spellcraft are limited, but potent and he knows how to utilize them to their greatest efficiency. Though he often smiles he isn’t always happy, and often his smile is just him laughing at himself for his odd nature.
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Side character profile
Name: Kivat Bat the Third
Race: Kivat
Appearance: [hide]
Bio: Considered the middle brother of the three kivats born from Kivat Bat the Great, Kivat Bat the Third desperately wants to solidify his existence as a separate entity. He isn’t pleased with how he came into being and seeks to separate himself from his heritage and be his own bat. His cocky attitude and extreme outbursts of emotion have roots in his desire to live every second to the fullest, even if only relaxing and chatting with others. He understands Tegura’s desire to change the world as his very existence and the deaths that made it possible are signs enough to Kivat about how messed up things are. He beloves Shiroko and Blanid as much as Tegura does and feels the warrior prince has the makings of an even greater king then his father, Albert. Kivat works tirelessly to try and help Tegura work out his complicated personal issues.
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Name: Tatsulot
Race: Doran
Appearance: [hide]
Bio: The energetic little Doran was found by Tegura during his travels. Rather, Tegura was given Tatsulot by a man named Masanori who convinced the prince that his path might lead to a bright new world, but could also lead to countless deaths. Tatsulot follows Tegura loyally due partially to a debt he owes Masanori, but also because he is interested in how Tegura will treat his larger brethren. When working with Kivat Bat the Third, Tatsulot grants Tegura the power of the Doran. This power manifests as a draconic transformation called flight style. Tatsulot also has the power of Fangire, Wolfen, Franken, and Mermen within himself that he can transfer to Tegura in the form of many unique finishers. This can be further enhanced by Tegura’s own abilities and the Zanvat sword.
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Name: Zanbat of the Zanvat Sword
Race: Kivat
Appearance: [hide] [/hide]
Bio: An extremely old and powerful Kivat, Zanbat has been the protector and keeper of the Zanvat sword for generations. His own origins are long forgotten, but it is known that Zanbat was the partner of one of the first fangire kings who wielded the blade. When that king died much of his battle spirit was transferred into the blade causing it to become almost sentient. The next king tried to wield the sword but any time he did he would go on a rampage. Zanbat understood why the sword was acting as it was and took it upon himself to become a limiter for the sword so that the new king could become accustomed to its power over time. Even when the blade’s power has been mastered, Zanbat can still increase the sword’s amazing cutting power many times fold by sharpening it with his equally powerful fangs. After years of controlling the sword’s power, Zanbat has transformed into one of the most menacing kivats on the planet and serves Tegura as he has all the other wielders of the sword; with respect and honor. Zanbat has seen much in his centuries of life and is just as sharp as he ever was. His advice is sound and he has become one of Tegura’s key advisors.
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Name: Blanid Kurokawa
Race: Legendorga
Appearance: [hide]
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Bio: What started as a bar fight, ended as the most romantic moment of Blanid’s life. Blanid was raised in Scandinavia where she was trained to be a killer by the Legendorga. After her training was complete she was sent to eliminate a family of fangire noble which she did without prejudice. It was only when she was about to kill the young daughter of the family that a feeling washed over her. She didn’t understand the feeling but she knew what she was doing was wrong and retreated. She spent the next several years running and hiding from the Legendorga and eventually ended up in a bar on one fateful saturday night in the dead of winter. Unable to communicate well with others due to her harsh training, she could only really express herself while fighting. When a bar goer touched her the wrong way she broke his arm in three places which provoked many of his friends to attack the confused woman. They were quickly dispatched but soon another individual started fighting her. This man was different from the rest and she soon realized he had no interest in hurting her and even seemed to understand her. The man’s name was Tegura, and their first meeting was a strange story of love at first fight. The two have been together ever since and, while Blanid is less crippled emotionally, she still feels a connection to Tegura that is deeper then words. They have sired a daughter together and have worked toward creating a world where even they can find peace.
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Name: Shiroko Kurokawa
Race: Legendorga
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Bio: The daughter of Tegura and Blanid, this twenty one year old fire cracker is just as much a warrior as her parents. Shiroko is technically a fangire legendorga hybrid but was born a Legendorga like her mother, though she does not like taking her legandorga form. For reasons she has never understood she feels her alternate form sometimes acts on its own when she is in danger so she does her best to keep it contained. She has her father and mother’s Battle Empathy, but is also far more emotionally stable then either and can function in normal society with no trouble. Shiroko is energetic, tough, and cocky, but can also be sympathetic and kind. Being raised on the many battle fields her parents called home, Shiroko is admittedly more comfortable in the thick of a fight then she is anywhere else. Crowds work fine for her as well though, and are to her as the beach is to others; relaxing. She supports her father’s dream of a world where people can just be themselves but worries about her father’s health, mentally as much as physically. She and her mother, Blanid, are very close and treat each other more like sisters then mother and daughter. Shiroko is skilled in many forms of martial arts and has worked as a mercenary on a few occasions leading to some military level training. She is also the member of the family that keeps up with finances as her father and mother aren’t suited for it, though they earn just as much money as Shiroko does herself. She loves Kivat and Tatsulot and hopes to someday become Kiva herself, after her father has assumed the throne. She is looking forward to meeting her extended family and hopes her grandfather, Albert, is everything her father says he is.
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