Kira Elric

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Name: Kira Elric
Title: “Kira"
Age: 20
Height: 5’ 4”
Weight: 125
Build: Slender and strong, curved muscles and high flexibility
Eyes: Deep sapphire
Hair: Long and dark brown
Race: Human
Gender: Female

APPEARANCE

Kira is the sort of person you'd over look in a crowd, but one glimpse of her deep blue eyes and immediately she'd be the only person you'd see. They are piercing, disembodied, and hypnotic, well balanced with her fair face and dark curls of hair.

Her usual form of attire is not flashy, merely useful for her many travels. High leather boots, stained with blood and smeared with mud. Dark cloth pants as well as a fairly dark, form fitting tank-top type shirt (if I may use modern descriptions). Her arms as also covered with long gloves which reach half way up her biceps, held in place by a red ribbon in remembrance of the orphanage from which she had been raised.

However, when she intends on a battle purposefully, she prepares her battle uniform. This outfit is what she will most likely be wearing when battling for each piece of it has meaning to her and is the traditional uniform of the art in which she was trained in fighting.

She wears sturdy sandels which strap all the way up to just below her knee caps. She wears a long, flowing, blue, thin silked skirt which allows her to move evenly and unrestricted, but gives the illusion of faster motion and confusion in direction. Her top is of a white material which drapes over her shoulders supported by a strap. This strap holds two otherwise disconnected long sleeves latched by a medallion each which is the official seal of Peria's king and the official seal of her home orphanage. Keeping her hair tied back into a braid for practical purposes, she does however wear an intricate necklace which is attached to her top. This necklace does not move from it's place on her chest and represents the holy trinity of God.

She carries two weapons, besides her firsts and feet, and those are her sword, which she keeps strapped to her back, secured by straps around her waist and midsection, and two Eskrima sticks which she does not always carry but usually makeshifts from materials around her should the need arise to use them. The sword has an intricately decorated handle which is a dulled silver and illustrates a single symbol which means "Godsend" in an ancient form of writing.

HISTORY

Kira is known throughout Peria as a famed explorer and warrior, having located many useful mineral and ore deposits for her country men as well as defending the weak which she comes into contact with on her sojourning. She does not go by any nick name or title, but is simply known as Kira.

Her past is slightly more obscure, but it is widely known is was orphaned as a babe when her village was attacked by an Orc raiding party. She had been the only survivor of the attack due to her people's unwillingness to bow down before the more powerful Orc and were slaughtered trying to save their land. A wondering paladin had come across her in the ashes while she cried out and took her to a nearby orphanage deep in the hills of the southern boundaries. There she was trained in a fighting style similar to ninjitsu and judo as well as various sword and stick fighting known as Escrima, which she quickly mastered.

When she was fifteen, she was allowed to leave the orphange in order to seek out a purpose for her warrior life. She quickly did when she came upon a trading carriage under attack by ruffians and easily defeated them. Taken before the Perian Emperor, he quickly saw her potential and hired her as his heroin to venture into his land and seek out evil and destroy it.

That has been her duty for nearly five nears and she has rarely found an opponent which she felt was worthy of her. But it has only been five years ... something is bound to face her which she cannot defeat.


IMAGE 1: A close representation of Kira in her battle attire
IMAGE 2: The symbol which is embedded on her sword, the handle is not the same, but similar
IMAGE 3: A pair of Eskrima Sticks

 

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Important Noted Posts

Kira visiting Aori in Ember in the thread: Ember's Wake

Kira's face faltered at the thought of her dreams. Recovering, she smiled and nodded, "Aye, and you as well. Good night and I will see you in the morning." She thanked God and all the heavens above that she had kept her cool so long. The now Father Vincent had truly been blessed by Elohim for making her this strong. But she was running out of strength, faster than she had over the course of the last two weeks, as that had been the last time she had had to do one of her sessions.

Stepping lightly up the staircase, Kira found Mara standing at Kira's assigned bedroom doorway with bedclothes for her. Waving her hand, Kira motioned for Mara to join her in the room and when the door was closed and she was sure no one was listening, she whispered softly, "I require a mirror which can stand on it's own and complete privacy. In the morning, do not enter, only knock and I will awake for the day."

Mara, confused but obedient, went to fetch the full lengthened mirror from the corner of the bathing room and brought it before Kira, who was already undoing the ties in which she could reach. Mara aided her in untying the rest without actually having to take off the dress and left, locking the door as Kira requested.

Laying the dress and the corset down upon the chair before the dressing table, Kira slipped on the silk leggings and large shirt which were her nightclothes. Obviously Aori still preferred the sleep in the nude and all that were available were Tuan's night clothes. Placing the mirror before her and one of the pillows from the bed behind her, Kira took a seat before the mirror, crossing her legs, and stared openly into the reflective surface, focusing only upon her eyes as she rubbed the emblem of her silver chain...

~~~

Two years ago.

Screaming and yelling, writhing and punching, a distraught young woman jerked and howled, restrained to a large wooden plank set upright before a mirror in a large courtyard. The buildings were short but ornate, decorated window panes glowing softly from them from the candles which lit them from inside. And though soft snow trickled about the group in the courtyard, surrounding the woman dressed only in a thin white dress against the cold night air, there were no fires or any light sources other than one torch which was held beside the woman and the mirror and the moonlight peaking behind the clouds to break the night's chill.

But the figures were not stationary. Men in monastery cloaks skirted about her, fetching water and trying to cool her fever with wet wash clothes while setting a full bucket of water at the feet of one particular monk whom simply stood with his prayer beads, shaking from head to foot in intense prayer. Foam and spittle bubbled from the woman's mouth as she jerked and wiggled, trying to get free, shouting insults and threats to those who tried to clean her up.

Shivering and seething in both pain and anger, Kira didn't care about the cold or for the men who prayed for her. They were making her remember. They were making her see it all again and she couldn't bare it, not one more time! "LET ME GO!" Her voice was dark, distant, and sharp as a knife. In a softer and more sadistic tone, she sneered at the nearest Monk who was wiping her forehead clear of sweat with a wet rag, "Or I'll cut off something you'll miss dearly monk..." Cackling at her self, she jerked once more as a bucket of water was thrown over her, not the first time it should be added, as she had already been drenched head to foot before the water hit her. Breathing harshly, puffs of white clouds emitting from her lips as the air from her lungs quickly froze in the night. Kira glared at the monk who had been praying and stopped to throw the water upon her.

Brother Vincent stared back at her with both sorrow and anger. He put down the once full bucket and shouted sternly "You will control you demons Kira!"
"Demons, Brother V?" It was a common enough nickname the Monks called him, but the way she said it almost made it a curse as she snickered in mischievous pleasure at insulting him so personally, "I have not demons, brother, only MEMORIES. Memories I WILL forget. You have no power over me! I am in control! I am the bringer of the light and the darkness within my own mind! You will not sway me!"

The monk sighed and called for another bucket to be brought and then motioned for the mirror to be brought closer, nearly ten feet now from Kira, "You told us how it was done Kira, don't you remember?" He was so troubled by her actions, only did they come when nighttime fell after she had fallen asleep. It almost seemed that she were possessed, but he knew better.

They had been making such progress in her recovery, but lately, the nighttime terrors of her dreams were becoming worse and worse, invading her very reality and forcing themselves to overcome her during her everyday activities. Near tears, he could not believe they were back to the beginning once more, his heart could not bare one more sight of her like this, in such obvious pain and agony. Praying to Elohim for strength, he continued, "This is how we shattered his hold on you not just past fortnight!" He cried out to her, "Can you not remember the peace you said you felt?"
"PEACE Brother V? PEACE?" Her mouth was foaming again, her eyes would have glowed red if they had been permitted to, just to complete the haunting presence of her voice, "PEACE is for the WEAK. You know not the torment of my mind or the nightmares which ravage me every moment of my life! There is no cure for this! I am to die as I am and you will NOT stop me from this one last escape!"

He motioned for the mirror to be set not three feet from her face, remembering full well how they had found her not an hour ago, hanging from the ceiling and ready to kick away the stool which supported her, "Look in the mirror and remember it Kira. Remember it to forget it. Remember it to no longer fear it. Pray to Elohim for deliverance!"

And Kira did, look into the mirror that is. She stared horrified at the image she saw, jerking and writhing more and more. Closing her eyes as the images of the past came crashing into the present, she heard a snap as she accidentally dislocated her own shoulder blade, exhaling at the sudden pain. Crying out, shivering and shaking as she had not six months before in that room, on that metal slab, she stared wildly at the monks. Coughing up vomit and screamed in ultimate terror, "NO! NO MORE BROTHER! PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP! I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I'M CURED! I SWEAR!"

Tears came to the man as did to the eyes of his brother monks. They hated the sight of this woman's pain, hated it more than their faith allowed them to hate. But they had a mission, a promise they had made to her when she arrived, bleeding and terrorized. They had promised to cure her of her nightmares and to make her strong enough to live past them. To make her whole again as best they could.

"You said to me Kira..." Brother Vincent replied, heartbroken at the sight of her as he aways ways, "You said, 'Brother V, no matter what happens or what I say, cure me.' I intend to my child, Elohim willing, I intend to..."

~~~

Three hours after Kira had been led to her chamber, should one look into the room in which she had been sent in to sleep, they would find her laying instead upon the pillow which she had placed behind her, on the floor with a full lengthen mirror practically smothering her face as she hugged it, encasing her silver necklace with her small fingers, crying herself to sleep.