Post by kiyomori on Nov 22, 2009 20:26:00 GMT -5
I’m infinite, beyond a doubt
No piece of shits gonna take me out[/color]
I will not stop till this hell race is over
And the lights go out[/center][/size][/i][/font]
Name:[/font] Kiyomori Muramai, Daughter of Damasc[/i]
Nick Name:[/font] Kiyo[/i]
Race:[/font] Angel[/i]
Clan:[/font] Cerys[/i]
Gender:[/font] Female[/i]
Age:[/font] 382[/i]
I only do just what I believe in
Don’t battle my enemies[/color]
I have not a sinister heart
But a mind at peace[/center][/size][/i][/font]
Appearance
[/color][/font][/size][/u]Kiyomori stands 5’6” above the ground. She has long, wavy, dark brown hair. She has fair skin and oddly dark blue eyes. She wears a custom fitted set of armor. It’s dark, with many curves and grooves for weapons to catch angles on and be deflected. It’s comprised of lighter metals to provide for a little better mobility than the average armor worn by a Cerys. Her scythe is strapped to her back. Her hooked blades are in leather holsters, one at each side on the outside of her thighs. Her morning star is strapped underneath the scythe in the opposite direction (forming an 'X', allowing it to be drawn even though it's underneath).Her wings are a faded black near the top of her wings. Her wings grow lighter with a rare, faint, blue tint near the bottom and edges of wings.
Be my prize, don’t go
Don’t leave my eyes, only for tonight[/color]
Give me life, hold on, don’t close your eyes
Not before tonight[/center][/size][/i][/font]
Weapon[/u]
Kiyomori fights with an assortment of weaponry designed to give her the superior edge of unpredictability and unorthodox combat styles. She likes to confuse and baffle her foes with exotic and creative combat maneuvers.
Her favored weapon is a scythe. This is the weapon that she fights with in larger combat situations, or times when she is allotted a great amount of space for maneuver. The shaft of the weapon is about 4ft long - not terribly effective as a long reach weapon, but it's at a perfect size to be swung with either hand (or both), and used in many acrobatic situations. the shaft is comprised of metal - normally unweildable, but to an Angel, it felt absolutely normal.
Her second most favored weapons are a pair of Hooked Blades. These weapons are bladed on every edge, and pointed underneath the grip. Every part of these weapons are deadly, and they’re meant for close quarters fighting. Their other use is for disarming. Kiyomori will draw them when she feels the need for excessive parrying, disarming a deadly opponent, or fighting in spaces that her scythe cannot be used. They're also decently weighted for throwing, although she rarely uses this tactic. The weapons are of the finest folded steel and incredibly heavy. Each weapon weighs a little over 40lb.
Her last weapon is a large Morning Star. It’s large enough that it can be used with two hands, and Kiyomori is strong enough to be able to use it with one. She falls back on this weapon when she feels she has no other solution. Head head of this weapon is black, covered in 4 inch spikes. This weapon weighs almost 65lb.
Now is the time when to pick a side
Cause you’ll have forever to[/color]
Remember this moment
And how you were denied[/center][/size][/i][/font]
History
[/u][/right]Kiyomori was born into the second family of the Cerys. She was brought up as nothing but a war machine, with several in her generation to spar with. She took eagerly to her training at a very young age, favoring unorthodox close-combat weaponry. By the time it came to begin her first trial, she had made quite a name for herself and caught the eye of many as a very savvy warrior. Much of what she learned came from meticulous viewing of the sparring of Tra'Keel children more than the rest of her siblings. She was always fascinated by combat, more-so than any other in her family. She would risk sleep to watch the end of a good fight.At the age of 16, she was cast out on the usual trial of her people, being blindfolded and taken to Osth territory, with 7 of her siblings. From here, the individual must return home. Kiyomori had no trouble with this trial. Many slain Osths’ lay in the wake of her return, as she stepped back into the lands of the Cerys. Of the 8 that were cast out, only Kiyomori and her one sister, Asmura, returned to the clan. They were broken and bloody, and nearly dead themselves. Not a soul in the tribe anticipated their return, nor its swiftness.
From there, the pair of them were granted a short duration to heal. Damasc, their father, had high hopes for his daughters at this point, and spoke to Zerek about possible entering them into the pits as well. Although Zerek only desired a single child, he threw in Kiyomori and Asmura as well – ridding himself of the nuisance, or so he thought.
Unlike Omarion, death was not brought to her sibling by her own hands. However, when 2 remained of the 4, both Kiyomori and Omarion found themselves in the pit together. Omarion recognized her almost immediately. But he came in to late, and his arrival confused Kiyomori for only seconds. But that was all that was needed for an Osth to being his axe towards her. And with an extremely rare act of Mercy, Omarion placed himself between the blade and herself, taking the blow with his shoulder rather than her taking it in the neck. It didn’t take much longer for him to dispatch said Osth. From this point forward, all battles were done together (Zerek attempting to thin the number down to one, yet still amused at the thought of having pair instead). Eventually they developed intricate combat styles based around each other and learned how to co-operate during a fight. It was as if they shared one consciousness during an engagement.
And they managed to walk away together, broken and bloodied. Yet they had learned more of the ways of combat than almost any other angel, and definitely in a very short period. Zerek did not have many words for Kiyomori; a simple not was all she received. However, upon treatment of their wounds, Omarion explained to Zerek that her combat skills impressed him. From this point on, they worked together. Quite often they were both pitted against each other, not so often in hand-to-hand combat as mock battle commanders. Both granted soldiers with fake weaponry, they had to design and employ tactics to overcome their enemies with strategy and nothing else.
Many, many decades later, with many battles won and lost to both Kiyomori and Omarion, Zerek deemed Omarion worthy of true combat. It was at this point that they were both dispatched as leaders of small garrisons in their first real battle. Slowly they proved themselves as adept strategists and warriors alike, and grew in position under Zerek’s careful eye. They worked together to create devious and precise tactics that were unmatched on the fields of war. One particular reason for their great success was their rotation – when one would hang back and oversee the operation, one would be at the frontlines of it, ensuring its success. This spread out their knowledge and also allowed for greater examination of their results. With someone on both ends, they could easily discuss what worked and what didn’t.
However, a time always comes when things do not go as planned. During one particular attack upon the Osth, there was a mutual agreement of the pincer formation being of particular use. Kiyomori was dispatched with her team to flank the opponent’s weaker, thinner ranks, taking them by surprise and swiftly removing them. However, the appearance of being weaker was an illusion – a trap. At first sign of sign of a trap, one team member was dispatched to report to Omarion and request aid. It was not long before her team was over-run and on the verge of defeat. The remaining few were boxed into a nearby canyon, unable to flee and backed against the mighty walls. When only few remained, Omarion’s group, personally overseen by him, stormed from above the canyon, sweeping down from above and taking all their foes by surprise, Omarion himself dive-bombing straight into the numerous foes Kiyomori was engaged with. These efforts brought Kiyomori and what remained of her team out to fight again.
Despite this slip-up, the war flourished underneath the pair. Their command and prowess was unmatched by any foe, and it reflected in their numerous victories. Their conquest would not stop here though. The Osth were only the stepping stones to higher, more powerful goals.
Many decades later, odd events struck the world of the angels. Individuals began disappearing, unannounced, without any trace. One of the first of these was Omarion. He had finally grown tired of the common foe he was subjected to day-to-day. His sights were set upon Zerek, their father. As they readied their weapons, Omarion simply disappeared. No noise, no smoke, no special effects. Just gone, with all his armaments. Needless to say, the clan was stunned by this move. None were more outraged than Zerek, who wanted this battle almost as much as Omarion did. The whole clan was in an uproar over these events. Missing something like this was not like Omarion. Whatever happened was clearly against his will.
Following the will of Zerek, Kiyomori led endless expeditions to ascertain his where-abouts. All in vain. No information on these events could be gained at all, and the rate of disappearance was increasing. Months later, she succumbed to the same fate as the others.
Do you fear that
It’s not use, that[/color]
If you fight you’ll lose
What little you had[/center][/size][/i][/font]
Personality[/color][/size][/u]
Kiyomori is absolutely battle driven. Her mind is always spinning clockwork, trying to decipher each persons moves and words as though each was an elaborate battle maneuver. Kiyomori is outspoken, aggressive and direct. She cares not for the wills of most.
One of the exceptions to this is Omarion. Living basically her whole life with this Angel, she considers him a brother and calls him such. She does care about the opinions of Omarion, and only seeks his council when confused about something. She enjoys swapping stories with him, or swapping anything else for that matter. Battle strategies, propositions for weapons or weapon combination's. They are a force to be reckoned with then they collaborate upon a subject
Don’t you know enough to be afraid?
This is what you choose?[/color]
Fucking silence and abuse?
Go back to sleep and die a tool![/center][/size][/i][/font]
Pictures
[/color][/size][/u][/right]ScytheHooked Blades
Morning Star
Self 1
Self 2
Self 3