Sounds like fun, definitely interested. How will devil fruits be handled though? Will the devil fruits of characters with major story relevance be off limits?@G3njii
After greeting everyone, Zenshin let out a sigh of relief that they were all pretty respectful back towards him. Not that he had expected them to be mean or anything. Kia had led the group towards the mess hall as by the time they had gotten there he was already sitting down with a plate stacked almost as tall as the boy himself. Zen chuckled a bit at the sight, the blue haired knight had also stacked his plate the night before, it must take a lot of nutrition to keep that guy going.
Zen would sit down with a comparatively more minimalist plate of eggs and sausages, prior to digging into his breakfast the young valeforian performed a small prayer before shoving a spoonful in his mouth. Shortly after, vice captain Lowthren took a seat next to him. A moment of silence passed between the two before Nathaniel raised his question.
"So, Zenshin... what brings you here to Grayle to become a knight of the realm? Train anywhere notable in preparation? Or are you self-taught?"
Zen finished chewing his food before letting out a nervous chuckle. “What brings me the Grayle…?” He said repeating Nathaniel as he poked his fork into another piece of sausage.
“Ive always been pretty interested in the legend of Grayle since I was a young kid, I aspire to walk in his footsteps. I wasn’t very good in my family profession of alchemy…so I decided to runaway on a whim once I heard Grayle was recruiting and tadaa.” The young Valeforian spoke a bit sheepishly. “As for if I’ve had any proper training, I don’t the other day was my first time picking up a sword so that should answer your question about training. I’m more magically inclined than physically, self taught on that end though” the boy said ending off with a bit of confidence. Before taking another bite he slipped in his own question as not to be rude.
“How about you Vice Captain? What made you want to become a knight if you don’t mind me asking?”
Zenshin would be the last to ride from his quarters as all the worrying and overthinking from the day before seemed to take its toll on the young lad. Despite the beds not being all that comfortable you would think the young valeforian was sleeping on clouds the way he was fast asleep.
“The squadron is heading to the mess hall. Meet us there when you are ready”
“Ehh???” Zen said with one eye open, the boy rubbed his eyes and groaned as slumpt back into a brief light sleep only to be woken up by Kai. Startled, Zen shot up only to hit his head on the roof of his sleeping quarters.
“Owwwww” he whined, rubbing his head as water welled up in his eyes. Zenshin groaned once more knowing that it was going to be a long and strenuous day but nonetheless simply inhaled and prepared himself. As the boy emerged from his cabinet he would come to find that the sun had yet to peak its head. At that moment he wondered whether or not his family would be wondering about his whereabouts or even missing him.
Maybe I should write a letter to let them know I am okay
From storage he grabbed his cadet uniform and examined it closely. It seemed a bit big for Zenshin’s frame but hopefully he would grow into it. Zen donned the uniform nonetheless, patting down his uniform to his body to make it appear more form fitting before exiting the room and entering the common room. He felt a bit nervous and embarrassed being the last one to wake up but at the same time proud to be a part of this squad, they all looked pretty badass in uniform and it was pretty empowering to have a sense of belonging with the knights of Grayle.
Zenshin bowed his head towards the prince, “Good Morning you captainess” the boy then turned to both vice captains and greeted them as well. “Good morning Vice- captain Nathaniel and Vice-captain Kai.” And lastly his squad mates of same ranking. “Goodmorning Signar, Julian, Dot, and Elon” he said with a friendly smile. “Shall we start our first day together as squad 13 gentlemen?” Zenshin said with a bit of confidence.
Name: Kota (Jemusumisu) Roubal Race: Kitsune Age: 18 Gender: Male
Appearance: Like many other of his kind, Kota hides his most prominent Kitsune features such as his canine teeth, large floppy ears, and long fluffy tail often leaving him with the appearance of a human. Upon his head is a tuft of white shaggy hair that falls a bout shoulder length with the hair on the back of his head being comparatively longer, touching the center of his back.
Kota stands at about 5'10 and weighs roughly 160 lbs, he sports and average build with definition in his muscles. At first glance it is easy to reduce that this person is a very active person. His eyes are that of a bright vibrant yellow, drawing comparisons of being similar to the light of a firefly.
Class: Mystic Spiritualist (Monk/Druid) - Through utilizing Spirit magic, the user is able to fuel and empower their spells and attacks through its the magical contract it has established. Mystic spiritualist are able to even take this a step further given the type of contract they establish, allowing for the user to undergo a partial transformation. Gaining the special abilities of its contracted spirit while also taking on its weaknesses as well.
Personality: Since a young age Kota has always been a rather curious individual, always eager to have new experiences and more importantly share them with others. Many would say he is a free spirited individual with a whole lot of personality. He is as friendly and charismatic as they come, making new friends and memories wherever he goes. In his eyes the more people the better.
When it comes to the people he cares about Kota will always have their back no matter what even, without hesitation he is ready to put his life on the line if needed.
Because of his life experiences Kota has developed a very all or nothing attitude. When faced with a opposition he refuses to backdown no matter who it is. He’d rather go down kicking then die quietly.
Strengths:
Social butterfly - Kota is capable of making friends with just about anyone or anything. Life is too short to not share experiences with other people.
Nimble footed - Kota is quick on his feet, capable of closing the distance on enemies rather efficiently. Sharp senses- being of kitsune descent, Kota possesses enhanced hearing and smell.
Competitive - Kota is very competitive, when motivated he can become a rather scary individual with how obsessed he becomes.
Powerful will - Kota rarely ever back downs from anything, he will always rise up and take a stand for what he believes in no matter who the opposition may be.
Martial artist - Kota is proficient in hand to hand combat as well as using a sword. He enjoys using magic in tandem with martial arts to fight.
Weaknesses: Soul bond - The spirit that Kota established a contract with is of evil origins, waiting for its opportunity to possess Kota again.
Sharp senses - Kota sharp senses can be used to overstimulate these Kitsune. Too loud a noise can stun him for short periods of time while a very strong pungent smell can make him nauseous.
Reckless - Kota can be a very reckless individual, often times biting off more than he can chew or even pissing of the wrong person.
Moon linked - Kota’s magic is linked with the moon. When there is no moon Kota possesses little to no magical power.
Biography:
Being of Kitsune descent, Kota spent a large portion of his life in seclusion from the outside world. Hiding from those who sought to use their mysterious power for their own selfish reasons. Kota’s is of the Jemusumisu clan, known within their race for the silver hair and even more-so for their deep connection with magic.
Despite being part of the Jemusumisu clan, he did not reside within Koka Village like his brethren. Kota resides in a smaller colony spread far from Koka village known as Jotoki village. Kota has been an active individual all his life, always on the move in search of a new adventure. Sometimes it would end in success but most of the time in trouble resulting in a good scolding by his parents or others. Since Kota grew up an only child he would often times string along other kids to get involved in his shenanigans earning him the nickname “Ring leader.”
Life in Jotoki village was peaceful, unlike Koka village they were completely isolated. Choosing to live in total peace, not wanting to involve themselves with other races even in the slightest. Though with their ignorance in believing they would be able to live then rest of their days out in peace resulted in the downfall of Jotoki village.
Being creatures of great power and mystery, there are those who wish to exploit this characteristic of Kitsune. Kota recalls this day with clear recollection as it still haunts him to this day. The hooded figures that came storming from the distance, followed by huge volleys of magic that struck Jotoki village, rattling its residents to the core. He watched as his fellow brethren died while others were tackled before being restrained with cuffs and nets alike. Alas their assaulters were prepared, taking advantage of the moon cycle in order to calculate their siege of the village and their residents.
Kota was infuriated and scared, tears streamed down his eyes while he grinded his teeth. Frustrated with the fact that he was defenseless while everything was being taken from him. Without the moon there was little hope, even though he still tried to fight back. Kota charged forward at a nearby enemy who had his back turn to him, latching onto the mans leg before sinking his canines deep into the limb. As the man screamed the young pup Kota only tightened his grip and bit down even harder, blood filled the boys mouth as hell took a chunk out flesh out of the man’s leg. He then felt a heavy fist fall upon the back, effectively knocking the wind out of him and releasing the boys vice grip as he fell to the ground in pain. Shortly after Kota would feel himself being lifted up off the ground by his tail before being struck in the face, breaking the boys nose and sending him tumbling a couple of feet. He tried his best to get up but was unable to muster any strength, it was hard to breathe and his thoughts were cloudy as he struggled to get back on his feet. The last thing he recalled was a grimace forming on the mans face as he made his way over to Kota, the shadow of his frame slowly engulfing the pups body. As he saw the mans hand reach out for him the boy passed out.
After some time he came to in a coughing fit, no longer within Jotoki village. The room he was place in was dark, it was even slightly difficult to see the metal bars that confined him to his cage despite having improved senses. He felt like complete shit as his whole body ached and his nose was still broken, his face was caked with dried up blood and the skin on his black was bruised badly, purple and sensitive to the touch. Nonetheless the situation seemed rather hopeless as he was at the mercy of his captivator. He would then hear a familiar voice call out to him.
”Kota, your awake now huh. Your parents would be glad to know you made it.”
It was difficult to make out who was speaking to him, he most likely would have been able to do so if his nose wasn’t broken. But based on the fact that he understood the man he deduced it was another clan member. Even so it took a second for the boy to process what was being said to him. As Kota was about to respond he could hear 2 sets of footsteps approaching before the door opened. As the two figures stepped into the room, torches would illuminate the area revealing a masked man clad in leather armor walking with another man. Another man walked in also wearing a mask but he wore dark robe. Along the mans body were amulets and rings alike along with a belt full of pouches, Kota watched as he strolled up to his cage. He muttered something as a decrepit smile formed under his mouth, Kota’s ear twitching as he the sound send a chill down his spine. Soon after the man would chant a spell aimed directly at Kota, upon contact with the magic the boys eyes would suddenly grow incredibly heavy eventually leading the boy to pass out.
When Kota came to once more he would find himself bonded to a table. Now face to face with the strange man from before except now his mask was of. His eery voice certainly matched his appearance but the creepiest thing about him was the lack of pupils. It was almost as though he had lacked a soul, for next couple of days Kota would go through numerous tests, all torturous and extremely painful.
After his tests was over for the day what seemed like what was the man’s assistant would come and nurse the boy back to health. A young woman with curly brown hair, a slender frame and equally dark eyes to match. Her skin was something reminiscent of bronze as well. Strangely enough to Kota’s surprise she was kind to the boy. She had managed to patch up his nose as well as nursing the wound on the boys back. They’d talk from time to time or at least try to but the language barrier proved difficult. Even so they still managed to enjoy each other’s company while Kota was there.
Kota to this day still doesn’t understand why she helped him escape, it all happened so suddenly. She had opened the door to where he had been being held captive and rushed him out shoving him into a dim room to hide. He tried eavesdropping on the conversation going on outside, attempting to pickup any change in tone but to no avail. The boy decided to examine where he had been rushed too. Upon turning to face the room he heard a strange voice coaxing him, the sound feeling very ominous.
”Your running out of time…he will soon find you out. This is your only chance.” the voice was rather coarse, sending a chill down the Kitsune spine with how close it felt. The pup whipped his head around to be face to face with what seemed like a lamp, it produced a sickly blue color. “I can bestow power upon you…relinquish some blood upon the lamp. Kota was rather suspicious of this lamp but it was true he was running out of time. The pup sink his canines into his arm before dripping his blood over the strange lamp, clueless to the fact that he had initiated a blood bond with a demonic spirit.
The lamp shook aggressively before cracking open revealing a large shadowy figure. “Well done, you shall prove to be an excellent vessel.” the figure said before fusing with the pup, effectively possessing him. Kota was confused but soon everything faded to black, his bright yellow pupils soon turning black as the demonic spirit had took over essentially.
Kota only recalls what happened that night in small pieces, when he had regained control there were strange catlike creatures pointing spears at him. They shouted at him speaking in a language he could not understand before tying the boy up and taking him in. His head was very foggy, his mana drained immensely despite it being a full moon. He had remembered the spirit possessing him, perhaps the full moon was able to keep the spirit from completely taking over?
Nonetheless he was delivered to what seemed to be a hermit on the outside of what the locals called Toisei village, composed of only Grimalkin. The hermit himself was a rather hardy, old grumpy Grimalkin whom Kota would come to know as Roubal. As he was placed in the man’s care the boy broke down crying hysterically until he fell asleep, all the emotions he had felt over his past month of captivity rushing to him. The loss of his home, family, and friends all hitting him at once. Now that he had felt safe for the first time in a long time he was able to process what had happened.
Roubal was a grimalkin man whom was well acquainted with magic who ended up fostering the young boy. Understanding that he was a young child that has gone through a lot. Roubal would go on to equip Kota with tools necessary to survive in the outside world, combat training, basic education and literacy, a ring to restrict his spirits control, even an advanced understanding of magic . Though this was no walk in the park as Roubal was a strict teacher and disciplined the boy quiet often. Still the two managed to get along rather well.
When Kota reached the age of 18 Roubal handed the Kitsune a letter to Hoseforns, as Roubal saw it he was an adult now and it was time for him to carve his own path. The old guy was always spouting nonsense like that. Still, Hosforn’s was a good place to expand his knowledge of the world and also discover more about the resident within his soul.
